Barry stared across the shrubbery in disbelief, his search for the ball forgotten. There in the next court, where she was supposed to be taking a refresher lesson on backhand play, Barbara was getting another lesson.
Harmless? Hell, yes, it was harmless, if the tennis pro's caress of Barbara's cute tail as he showed her a new backhand stance meant nothing. When he saw another guy's hand on his wife's body, Barry Brant felt a sudden, savage, first-time suspicion.
Till now it had been monogamy, fidelity and all the great things that went with being a one-woman man. Then, as he saw Barb remain in that provocative backhand pose the pro had set up, with no visible objection to his patting her sweet ass, Barry's doubts soared. And the damnedest reaction to the shock of the sight was in Barry's groin. The little byplay on Court 5 triggered an instant surge of his penis.
The other guy was Dan Hitson, pro at Cables Racquet. He was married. In fact, his wife also was a pro working the adjacent court at that very moment.
Before the little incident Barry never had given a second thought to Barb's faithfulness. He had this gut certainty. She was his woman. She drove him crazy in bed and he did the same for her. Five years into marriage had made sex five times hotter between them. Suddenly that-fanny caress became more of a come on as he thought about it. And from a guy Barry didn't like a damn bit.
As they broke for a breather after the second set, the real turning point happened. By dumb luck, as they strolled to the off-court shade, he saw Hitson do it again. Different gal and a damned different touch. Very familiar stroke of another cute butt. Very lingering. Then Hitson and the flame-haired stack job were leaving the court, heading toward the pro shop.
"Hey, I'll be right back," Barry dropped his racket on the grass beside Barb. "Gonna check Dan about doing a string job on my old Spalding."
"On that old wood thing?" needled Barb. "Go ahead. I'm hot anyway. Maybe the club has a museum room. You know it's no fun to play with ,wood now that you're turned on to metal."
Walking from her, Barry wondered. Was she trying to keep him from the pro shop? Afraid he'd see something? No way! Barbara never would be party to that kind of crap. And she'd never ever play around herself. But damn it! She was naive and she was so stinking beautiful and Hitson's wandering hand said he was up for more than a pat. Even within eyesight of his own wife.
Barry glanced at Naomi Hitson in the far court as he strolled nonchalantly toward the pro shop. She was about forty with a body easily passing for twenty, but a face sunweathered beyond recovery. Her husband was pushing fifty but he was still just as egotistical as when he was seeded number three in Florida thirty years earlier. Hitson was more than capable of hanky-panky, thought Barry grimly. He was hungry.
A glance through the screen door showed an empty pro shop. Instant tension grabbed Barry. The pair had gone through to the little room beyond, put there by the club for the Hitsons' comfort. He looked toward the court where Naomi was instructing and she was busy with a class of half a dozen beginners. Now Barry's curiosity was past suppressing.
He squinted at the top edge of the screen door. By luck the door had failed to close fully and the tripper for the shop bell was dangling and useless. Easy to slip in unnoticed.
A bothersome memory from adolescence tweaked him. He'd been caught voyeuring at twelve and the punishing beating he'd taken had cured him. Till today. At six-two and two hundred pounds of muscle hardness, there was little threat to a thirty-year-old voyeuring. Justified nosiness. This guy's hand had fondled Barbara'sass.
There was dead silence beyond the open archway into the Hitsons' resting room. Low hum of an air conditioner beyond the beaded room divider. Barry eased quietly behind the counter and past the display of tennis dresses. Suddenly a shrill feminine protest broke the quiet.
"Danny, don't! You promised. Just a quickie."
Barry froze with excitement, then gambled a quick look. Sheer luck! Both were turned from him and Hitson was preoccupied stripping his quarry of her tiny tennis dress. The woman on her back across the day cot couldn't see the unexpected visitor.
"But what if Naomi...?"
"She's tied up for half an hour with the kid class." Hitson dragged the white mini brusquely over her shoulders and past her head, flipping bra snaps with practiced expertise. Just that fast the very well-stacked Mrs. Arthur Forbes was naked and ready.
It was her hand at Hitson's fly. Her fingers dragging his horny cock into view.
"Good Lord, they're the prettiest damned things!" Hitson caressed the rich boobs and every stroke deepened Barry's envy. His Barbara had super breasts, firm and deliciously overdeveloped. Better than the set bared to his inspection now. In fact, Barbara was a better-looking female at every curvaceous point than Milly Forbes. But as he watched Hitson mount the squirming nude and quickly plant his phallus through the widespread beauty of her thighs, and as he saw the pair begin to rock in stolen coitus, Barry envied him.
Gone was the fear that his Barbara might be vulnerable to this horny sonofabitch of fifty-plus. He gawked at the straining urgency of Milly Forbes' adultery. She was stealing from another gal's man. She was being stolen. It stormed Barry's hypersexed libido savagely. Hitson had sampling privileges on a stable full of mares. Tennis nuts ready to do anything for this has-been who taught them serves and backhands.
The couple on the day cot moaned in mounting delirium. As Hitson drove Milly's contoured ass hard against the mattress, Berry watched the way the girl's' gorgeous legs lifted, tanned and tennis-tapered, to scissor tightly at Hitson's waist. Gripping the edges of the cot, Milly ground upward as if to plead for more from the fully buried shaft.
Barry had more for her! Helplessly caught in the erotic mystique of others making it, he flipped his inflamed phallus free of its painful prison and pumped in feverish excitement.
"Harder!" Milly was long gone in her orgasm and her wild pelvic thrusts, begging for what Hitson didn't have, almost tore Barry's self-control. His prick had to be at least four inches more than the cock on the playboy pro.
As if some fiendish, extrasensory power had slipped the word, Milly's face turned at that instant and looked directly at the doorway between the rooms. Horror-stricken eyes stared at Barry Brant's masturbation. In one shattering, careless instant, carried away by his self-play, he had edged from cover.
Blinding fear stormed for one split second. It was the same carelessness that got him caught at twelve -- the same way. In the next second the fear was gone. The brimming, ripe, stud length in his fist was the focus of her stare, not its owner. Pride charged into the middle of his nearly maniacal fear and the pride was in his prized possession. The horror was already out of Milly's eyes as she gaped openly. In its place was awed wonder. He stiffened proudly, tightened his buttocks cheeks to accent the thrust of the bludgeon length of cockflesh and whipping his hand away, let her see the full, soaring power of his hard-on.
"Oh, my God, you're beautiful!" squealed Milly, sounding anything but the wife of executive vice-president Arthur Forbes of Gables Federal Savings.
An impassioned Dan Hitson, back turned to the performance of the intruder, ground viciously into a spasm-ridden cunt. His hands shifted across Milly's shoulders to clasp tempest-driven titties, and strumming furiously, his orgasm began to flood her vagina. But Milly's attention was on another, more dramatic, climax.
There, brazen in the open doorway, his out-sized cock jutting well beyond his clutching fist, Barry Brant ejaculated at the watching woman. A tidal wave of excitement washed across him as he let the sparkling semen fly. He always had wanted to jerk off in a beautiful woman's face. Never dared with Barbara, lest she think it unmanly. But Milly Forbes was the perfect one. Gorgeous red hair bounced gaily as she took the last of Dan Hitson's semen but her happy expression was for Barry's act.
Brief taunting dare in her impudent tongue stabbing out at him when he jammed his cock from sight. He ducked for cover as Hitson disengaged and started to roll to Milly's side, but as he moved for the door, Barry knew he had unfinished business with Mrs. Arthur Forbes.
"You're a boob nut, Danny," Brant heard Milly accuse the pro.
"Damned good and right I am! It's the only thing my Naomi wishes she had. Knows I'm gung-ho, for breasts."
"Like the blonde bombshell's?"
"You're my bombshell, doll."
"I saw you eyeing Barbara Brant while you were 'sposedly showin' her a Western backhand."
"Out of your tree, Milly. She's superstack, but have you ever checked Brant? Sonofabitch is pure pig-iron muscle."
Sounds of hurried dressing reached Barry as he swung the screen door wide and let the shop bell announce a customer.
"Christ, company outside. Use the back door." Hitson was still buttoning his shirt when he stepped into view. "Hey, Barry, what can I do for you?" The high color in the pro's cheeks was satisfying as hell. Obviously Brant was the last man, except for Arthur Forbes, Hitson wanted to see at the moment.
"Just a can of balls. You got Penn in stock? Hear they've got a lotta life."
"Sure do." Hitson fumbled under the counter and came up with two cans. "Say, you try these high-visibility yellows yet? Great at night."
Barry fished three ones from his billfold. "Forget it. I'll stick with the balls I'm used to. Get a lot of mileage out of 'em."
"I'll bet you do, fella." Hitson chortled evilly, started to extend the banality, then stopped, edging nervously to the counter corner as Barry moved toward the back of the shop. "Need something else?"
The temptation to torture the bastard he knew would love to put Barbara on the cot which had just held Milly Forbes was too much. Barry stopped at the metal vise used for racket restringing and glanced down at the man beside him. "How's the little addition working out -- the one we put in here for you and Naomi?"
"Dandy, Barry. Sure makes a nice spot to drop on rainy days or when business is slow. Shaw you later how Naomi fixed it up. I got a student waiting."
"Yeah, sure. Later." Barry caught the movement of a shadow beyond the beaded divider. Milly Forbes was ready now. "Got Barb waiting on me, too."
They left the shop together, wished each other a good game and Barry headed toward an impatient Barbara.
"What did you do, lover? Manufacture a new racket?"
"Got shootin' old times with Hitson," he lied. "Says he dumped Riggs the year after Bobby won Wimbledon."
"Dan Hitson is that old?" Barbara's deliciously innocent expression fixed on her husband's face. "Come on. We've only got an hour. Remember? We're to see the people at Body Watchers about joining."
"Oh, hell!" An annoyed Barry trailed onto Court 11, tantalized by frustration. Two courts away Milly Forbes was playing again, unconcernedly enmeshed in her second favorite form of balling. His penis tingled in low-keyed excitement, ready with little provocation to embarrass him on court as he saw her antics and remembered she had just seen some of his.
As he played the set practically never thinking tennis, his attention wandered from Milly to Hitson to Hitson's wife, then back to beauteous Barbara. Life had suddenly gone topsy-turvy and total concentration on his sexpot wife was impossible. Unwanted complications were bedeviling the scene.
The questions wouldn't go away. Why hadn't Barbara instantly snapped away from Hitson's too familiar pat of her tail? Why had he been so damned daring, frigging his cock at Milly when he needed her type like a hole in the head?
"Barry?" Barbara was standing at the net beckoning as he ducked to scoop a ball from center court. "Come here."
"What's the matter?"
"You're the matter. You quit concentrating and I'd swear you're bothered. Are you?"
He grinned. "You know what that damned peekaboo does to me."
"Darn!" She glanced at her wristwatch. "And there isn't time either. Body Watchers is twenty minutes across Coral Gables."
"Got a neat idea," He grabbed her hand and pulled her from the court. "Let's take ten in the Hitson's little hut. You know, their mini-bedroom. They're both playing and wouldn't mind."
"Barry!" She was visibly shook. "I wouldn't dare. Besides, it's their place, and oh, let's leave. I'm too hot to play any more anyhow."
It was just a fleeting glance, but Barry saw Barb flick a look toward the court where Hitson was instructing. What was she thinking? She wasn't that shy about their sex life. Why was she all at once reluctant to act on impulse and sneak a quickie? All their five years together she'd been almost exhibitionistic in her appetite for her man. They'd been seen doing it half a dozen times in impulsive places and it never bothered her. In fact, it was damned arousing to both of them.
"Let's go," he muttered, surrendering to disturbing new developments since he was powerless to make sense of them.
CHAPTER TWO
Lust was the only word for what Athena felt. Lust for sex with each of them. Both of them. The woman, as well as the man. She shivered. Her sexual self had been sc long suppressed. Her bisexual hunger had never surfaced before.
They were so pretty. Almost too pretty to be real. Even a man can be pretty, she decided. Fabulous figures, that their scanty clothing couldn't cover. Another sexy twitch needled deep in her vagina and Athena clutched her arms across her middle to contain the tremor of excitement.
It wouldn't be contained! She glanced down at her snug halter and wished she had time before they reached her door to change to a blouse. Her nipples were hard points against elasticized nylon. Too late to change. The pair were even now crossing the street in a casual jaywalk from where they had parked their red Porsche.
She edged back from the drape as the girl looked directly up at her window and smiled. Easy for her to smile, thought the spectator, glancing at the appointment memo she had crushed in nervous anticipation. Barbara and Berry Brant, 1111 Sunrise Drive, Coral Gables. With a man like that, housed in tight tennis briefs and nothing else, why wouldn't Barbara Brant smile? Long blonde hair danced happily under the Florida sun as she walked and her fantastic figure seemed to cry, "Take me! Take me!" even as she moved.
Athena had no doubt of the reason for Barbara Brant's happiness. It was there in the bulge at Barry's crotch, clearly visible even though he was unaroused. Just endowed. No imagination needed to guess how he would look when the bulge turned to a flesh tower of hardened cock. Athena shivered violently.
She watched the two cross the curb hand in hand and walk directly toward the main entrance of Body Watchers Incorporated. As they disappeared from view under the gold canopied entrance to the white stucco building, an inwardly maddened Athena Corvallis knew her need. Barry and Barb were her need.
It was as simple and as shocking as that. At this very moment two strangers-till-today were climbing the stairs to knock on her door. An uncontrollable pulsing needled the inner walls of her lonely vagina. Mad pinpricks of want signaled to every erogenous pore and every hypersexed curve of her body. Both these strangers excited her madly. They were married. They were in love. They separately aroused her to touch their beautiful bodies.
"Stop it!" she hissed under her breath, surprised at a sexual frenzy she, had suppressed so well so long. Never had she given in before.
Even as the light tap came at her door, she knew the lust inside had ignored her plea. A man of marvelous equipment and a woman of superb proportions were about to enter her life. Two in love and two well-satisfied with sex play between themselves. It made no difference. As she reached for the knob to admit them to her office, she was totally committed. She was going to have to play with each of them herself.
"You must be Mr. and Mrs. Brant. Do come in."
She smiled as she swung the door to her office wide in welcome. Barbara Brant's right hand and Barry's left reached to catch her fingers in brief greeting. "I'm Athena Corvallis and I'll bet Mr. Brant is left-handed .and Mrs. is right," she guessed as she led them into the paneled and posh nerve center of Body Watchers of Coral Gables.
"Very observant," Barry laughed. "And her right hand just beat my left on the court."
The couple followed silently behind the devastating figure preceding them across the long room. Athena led them past the casual cluster of creamy leather love seats and black barcaloungers to a massive executive desk.
An odd tingle trembled along Barbara's spine as she watched the light bounce of Athena's long dark hair trailing to the sleek sexiness of saucy buttocks. A wraparound mini-skirt only accented the fact that the founder and leader of Body Watchers was female perfection from her toes to the tips of her pert, firm breasts.
Curious, thought Barb, Athena's nipples were visibly taut. Must be their normal condition, she guessed. Athena Corvallis was total business, except for that curious contradiction. Barb liked the way she looked at Barry. Direct. No subtle female challenge in the initial greeting. The Brants were simply two new clients for the Body Watchers program of diet, exercise, swimming and all.
Athena indicated two straight chairs across from her at the kidney-shaped desk and Barry slumped gratefully into the nearest. "She ran my legs off in three fast sets just now," he groaned, fingering the pocket of his shorts for the cigarette pack that wasn't there.
"You quit, dear heart, remember?" Barb gave her man an impudent slap on the shoulder and smiled at Athena. "And that's why we came to see what Body Watchers can do for us. Super health nuts -- no cigarettes, not much liquor and lots of exercise."
"You sound like a Geritol commercial," Barry grunted, crossing his legs and wishing he could shake the need to study the front as he had her rear when Athena led them across the room. She was a startlingly beautiful woman. For the man who has everything -- like Barb -- thought Barry, to feel a stirring in his groin from the casual greeting of another woman was some kind of tribute to this Athena Corvallis.
He forced himself to study her dark eyes, sparkling with obvious joie de vivre. She must get plenty, he guessed. Those ripe sensuous lips. The delicate carved perfection of chin and nose, all framed by rich dark brunette hair, almost raven in its darkness. Corvallis, he mused to himself, accepting the application form she passed across the leather top of her desk. Must be Greek. And Greek or not, she was every inch a goddess.
"We have several programs you might want to consider." She flipped the card she held to the reverse side. "You can have a couple's membership, or two individual memberships if one of you wants to emphasize say just swimming and the other wants gym and massage and pool and ... well, the whole bit. Neither of you looks like you need anything we have to offer."
Barb giggled happily at the compliment. "That's why we want to get in now. We heard you're about to close membership and we may look healthy, but we're kinda soft. My idea, but Barry's for it, too. We play tennis about once a week and sometimes miss even that. So we want to get with right diet and regular exercise."
"You're right." Athena nodded toward the chart behind her. "We are almost capacity. Mostly dieters, though, and do they need it! Be nice to have slim types join, for a change."
"Oh, I love her already," cooed Barb, concentrating on filling out her application. "Can we see the building and what you have? And if there's a pool or a shower, I'll jump right in. That sun just melted me away!"
Athena toyed a pencil to her lower lip thought-fully. "Of course. Why not do just that? We have two pools and loads of showers. You can both cool off with a swim right now as my guests. Or... " The impulse grabbed and the vibrations she felt from the man were too much to resist. "I have to interview you each separately. Club rules. If Mr. Brant wants to get his over with... " She paused.
"I'll go," said Barb. "Barry didn't even work up a sweat."
Athena pushed the buzzer. "I'll call the attendant to come escort you to the ladies' pool."
"No fooling? Separate pools for guys and gals?" Barry raised a critical eyebrow. "Little old-fashioned, isn't it?"
"Only from five to seven weekdays, Mr. Brant. Secretary time and they like swimming au naturel."
"So? Still seems kinda retarded." Barry waved farewell to Barb as a. petite redhead entered through the door behind Athena's desk. "You go, doll. I'll try to persuade Miss Corvallis we're dependable citizens and find out what other dumb rules Body Watchers has."
"Ta, ta." Barbara nibbled a quick kiss against his ear and darted off with the attendant.
It hadn't been necessary to separate them. The second pool was empty and available, but Athena was commandeered by the irresistible urge to be alone with this Barry. The Brants, clearly deeply involved lovers, radiated a sexuality that simply grabbed and held and made Athena try the impossible.
She took Barry's application and studied it quietly for a moment. "It's nice to have an architect. Now, let's see... Sunrise Drive... no children. Do you want the full program with us, Mr. Brant?"
"The works." He tapped his middle. "Got the first hint of a gut a month ago. I lived on water till I dropped the weight. But I need to watch my diet and like Barb said, get regular with the exercise. So... lot's of time on my hands. Not much building going on that needs much attention. Hey, says here on the bottom line that applicants have to have a physical to be admitted."
"We can do that right here. I can examine your wife and you can see our doctor. He's in on Wednesday evenings."
"Can't you take care of me, too?"
Precisely what Athena hoped he'd ask. She opened her hands in a gesture of helplessness. "It's... well, of course I could, but it's quite thorough."
He grinned nonchalantly, wondering if the wild thought spinning through his head could come off. And with Barbara so near! Why not? Hadn't he just seen another guy pull it off? "No sweat. Won't embarrass me, if it won't you... Miss... is it Corvallee?"
"Corvallis," she corrected. "It's a rule that... "
Barry interrupted. "Well, Miss Corvallis, it'd be a bummer to wait till next Wednesday. I've got a business run to Cleveland that day and I'm not that gung-ho now about joining, with all this separated stuff. I'll get to it later." He shifted weight to the other side of his tail, feeling the tingling charge his\ loins, knowing his turn-off had shaken the dark-haired goddess across the desk. "I might get you to give me some idea about what Barb will be getting into here."
Athena stared unblinkingly across the separation between them, looking deeply into the eyes of the man. She liked what she saw. He was honest, even if she suspected that the sudden change of heart about joining was his masculinity pouting. He was highly sexed. It was going to happen. As incredible as it might have been for any other two people, she knew she was about to have sexual relations with a man, even as his wife swam in the pool just beyond the wall.
If it was to come off for either of them as purely spontaneous and not something sneaked, it had to be kept casual. No seduction. Not by either. Just the chance collision of two yearning libidos. By some mysterious chemistry that went beyond extra sensory perception, Athena looked into the thoughts of Barry Brant and the two felt it. They were going to have to take each other -- Now!
"I will give you your physical" examination, Mr. Brant," she said softly. "Please remove your clothing while I get my stethoscope and things?"
"Sneakers, too?"
"Everything, please."
Barry watched her walk to the paneled wall cabinet and when she bent to open the lower drawer the wraparound lifted slightly and revealed buttermilk flesh high on her thigh. She was pantyless! Oddly that was the way he had expected her to be. That his penis had soared to total hard even seemed the way it should be.
She straightened and walked toward him and her eyes assessed the naked erection with a calm Athena hardly felt inside. The man was top-heavy stud. His phallic crown, his fiercely inflated cock barrel, his loaded balls all half again the size of normal male equipment. The insistent twitching of her cunty cleft made it nearly impossible for Athena to continue the charade of casual interest. Somehow she faked it, determined to madden him totally before their merger.
Step by tortuous step she took him through the preliminary exam, weight and height at the scale in the office alcove. She backed him against the edge of the desk and placed the stethoscope to his chest.
"Getting something else for my heartbeat, I'll bet," he muttered, bracing his palms against the desk top and testing where the edge met his buttocks. It would do just fine.
"I can't believe it." She tilted her head and adjusted the earplugs to be sure the rate was up that much.
His hands moved quietly round her waist and drew her gently but firmly closer till she felt the warm phallic glans against her vulva. For one brief instant there was hesitation in both and both knew why. At any second Barbara could breeze through that door scant yards away and she would see the whole madcap fling in a glance.
Barry smiled at the glitter he saw in her glazed stare. She was ready to risk all for what she wanted to have at that moment. His hands cupped under her taut tail cheeks and drew her closer. It was as if the seething yearning in both of them had been prearranged by the gods. His cock soared at an angle perfectly lined to the cleft of her vagina. Fingers tightening on her ass cheeks drove her perfectly onto the cock spear.
A frenzied shudder of desire in both announced the surrender of all reason. It trembled through the intoxicating female and Barry felt her intensity. He urged his pelvic muscles as he impaled her more and the shudder translated to a low moan as Athena began to orgasm. She fought the demand deep within to wilt with him to the deep pile carpet. It had to be carried off in this impossible-to-enjoy position. She drove herself against the deeply buried shaft and her head lolled back in surrender to his will. She was in rapture.
Barry stared down his naked front and saw the thick white stem of his cock disappearing under her skirt as if trying to conceal his infidelity.
He felt the strange, wonderful way her cunty lips clamped in a ruthless, possessive vise on the half-buried phallus. He saw the nipples that had been pointing from where they first met now burgeon even more boldly against her soft bra. He saw passion out of control in her lovely face as she took his prick and as dazed, smoke-green eyes opened on his staring, he heard her whisper...
"Fuh... fuck me, Mr. Brant!"
"What?" He crammed inches. more into the snug cockpit of her vagina. "Tell me again!"
"Ohh... do it!" Her head was far, far back over her shoulders now and he felt almost spectator to her passion. He gawked at the grace of her throat, the vein along the left side pulsing prominently as she took his thrusts. Sleekly carved chin, delicate jaw line. Just beyond was the only other part of her face he now could see. Those lips! Puckered and parted to let the little happiness cries slip through.
Athena's skirt had twisted in her excitement and now completely covered the plunging cock. Looking down as he felt his crisis hurrying, Barry had even more the feeling of being an audience. A fully clad female of incredible beauty was writhing and quivering in his arms. He froze his urgent cramming of her to try to slow the inevitable.
"Don't! Don't stop!" moaned Athena.
"What do you need?" he deviled.
"You! Bastard man!" She ground feverishly against the rigid flesh to fete him to drive at her .again, "Fuck me ... fuck me! HURRY! My God, so much of you!"
It tore the man deep inside. The fever of want in the eyes of this angel goddess with the dark hair and the nubile sensuality was too much. His wife might return at almost any second. So what? He loved Barb with passion unlimited and with an unshakable love -- but now there was another problem. As his semen raced frantically up his phallic barrel and into Athena's vagina, Barry knew suddenly and savagely that sexually he now needed three. Barbara and Millie and now Athena. Like a bolt of lightning the truth took him. Whatever it took, he would have to have all from now on -- somehow.
And like the roar of truth, voices outside the room door hammered through the mists of his orgasm orbit. Barb was back! At the very height of his ejaculation into this fantastic woman in his arms, his wife was about to enter the room and see.
God, he couldn't stop! He humped frantically against the maddening wonders of Athena and felt her answering thrusts. She too was committed to disaster, if need be, rather than stop their mutual ecstasy. He braced for the scream from the door, even as he pumped his last drops.
Suddenly they were apart. Athena was thrusting his tennis shorts into his hand, whispering to him to dress. She moved calmly from him to her seat behind the desk.
Unbelieving that the H-bomb had not exploded around his head, Barry hurried into his shorts and sneaks and settled back into the chair across from her. It was as if nothing at all had taken place between them.
"Here, Mr. Brant, you forgot to give me your mailing address," Athena was saying when the voices in the hall stopped and the door opened to Barbara's return. "Do you have a post office box?"
CHAPTER THREE
"Darling, you won't believe that pool! .It's at least Olympic size." There was nothing in Barb's expression to show she suspected anything was different between the two facing each other across the great executive desk.
Barry felt Athena's quietly appraising eyes on his face as Barb bent to kiss his forehead.
"Great. I'm ready. Hey... guess what? You can join today, but I can't." He glanced casually at the founder of Body Watchers and went on with his impulse. "We both need physicals. Miss Corvallis here can give you yours, but old Barry has to come in another time when a male doctor is on duty. You know, this place is a little prehistoric about sex separation."
"Not at all!" Athena winked at Barb. "I can give you both your physicals, but you know; most men are modest."
"My Barry isn't!" Barb felt a curious shiver tickle her spine as she yielded to the compulsion to say what was on the tip of her tongue. "And furthermore, he likes you and I like you and that's what really matters. We want to be in on your Body Watcher program and so... " She spread exquisite feminine fingers. "... The body watchin' starts here. Look us over and see if we pass your physical."
An astonished Athena watched the innocent happiness in Barbara's light pirouette before her husband. Here was a girl of her own mindset who lived life and needed full self-expression. She watched her arch in voluptuous display of the dazzling figure housed in the snug tennis dress. "Unzip me, Barry." She caught a handful of light blonde hair from behind and lifted it to give him access to her zipper. "And then you have to strip, too. It's going to be a simultaneous physical. Where do we do it?"
"Over by the casual corner." Athena led the way, marveling at the complete calm she felt and wondering at the naturalness instantly generated between the three of them. If Barbara knew what had just happened in this room with her husband, it would be a different story, she had no doubt. "You are in very good condition, Mrs. Brant," she praised, ignoring the naked male tugging his wife's wrist to hurry her to the corner Athena had indicated. Whatever made Barry set up this double physical and recreate the dangers just minutes before so narrowly missed, Athena was not going to be hurried into a misstep.
"First, the blood pressure. You sit there and you there." As she wrapped the band around Barb's upper arm, she caught a glimpse of a banana creeping over the thigh of Barb's hubby.
"You'll never make it, dear. I knew you wouldn't," Barb sighed in mock reproof of Barry's loins in a way that sounded less disapproving and more taunting. "I hope Miss Corvallis will consider that sufficient reason to begin using our first names. We're very informal people, as you can see.
Dumbstruck by the beautiful naturalness of the girl, Athena glanced up from her preoccupation with the pressure gauge. "I'm so glad you both want to come to Body Watchers, Barbara." She gave Barb's hand an affectionate squeeze as she released the arm band. "We're informal here, too. If what I see means what it says, I'll be glad to leave you two alone for a little."
Barb exchanged glances with Barry, waiting for a sign, wondering if his flushed face meant he were embarrassed. Never in their five married years had she been so bold with a total stranger. But this female felt right to her. She hoped her man would say what was really and truly his reaction to the sudden new development.
"Goddamn!" he muttered under his breath. "Sure is hard to get a physical around this place. Bunch of yakkin' females!" He thrust his right arm toward Athena, grimacing casually down at his quivering erection.
As she snugged the gray nylon band around his powerfully muscled arm, Athena looked quietly at the hard-on. Clearly visible on its darkly contorted crown were crispy white traces of their mutual orgasm. The fleeting thought stung her that Barbara and Barry might not have had intercourse the night before. If so, the sign of come on the bright red cock crown would be a wild dilemma to a girl with an obviously fastidious husband.
"I don't believe us," Barb said in slow measured and calm cadence, sending grabby little spasms of relief across Athena's tummy. "We're not the least this open with other people and here with a perfect stranger we let it all hang out. But I feel like... wow! Completely natural."
"Good," murmured Athena. "So do it." She looked pointedly at the glans tip and the traces of his ejaculation and her spunk madness drove her to dare the next. "I do believe you're showing from last play time. May I ask a very personal question? You two are so different."
"Ask away." Barry enjoyed the color darkening the perfection ivory complexion of his examiner.
"Do you make love frequently?" She asked it in a clinical monotone, putting the stethoscope to Barb's chest.
"Quite frequently," agreed Barry.
"Every day." Barb smiled a half-embarrassed smile. "He can't help himself and I can't either. Isn't he beautiful?"
"Aw, hell!" Barry stood slowly, but his mind was made up. It was his opening. "Not beautiful a damned bit. Tell you the truth, I've always thought of myself as damned homely and when I'm turned on, like now, I'm pretty damned grotesque, if you want me to be honest." He walked behind Barb and stood close to her back.
"Whaaatt?" Athena's dark eyebrows lifted in stunned disbelief at his confession. She looked at Barb, forcing herself to ignore the great dark phallic crown jutting through tumbled blonde hair. "Is he serious?"
"Completely." Barb's fingers found the cock shaft and tugged as she obeyed Athena's order to breath deeply. The incongruous mixture of serious and sexual seemed somehow to make sense.
Fingers trembling slightly, she pressed the stethoscope under the curve of a magnificently jutting boob and watched the nipple blossom as Barb sucked in deeply. "Such lovely breasts. I wish I had them," praised the examiner, tilting her head slightly to listen intently to the sound of Barb's heartbeat.
The round metal disc moved from point to point. Abruptly it stopped. Barb had turned her head and angled the crown of Barry's cock to parted lips. Athena felt her own heart nearly stop at the erotic wildness of the sight.
"I don't believe it," she said matter-of-factly, listening intently and looking calmly into Barry's face. "Her heartbeat accelerated twenty-eight a minute when she did that."
"Ought to check it when she goes farther," chortled Barry, caught up in the euphoria of what had developed with such naturalness.
"It would be very interesting." If Athena considered him brash, she gave no sign of it. That this man who had just committed adultery with her could act so calmly on his desires was intriguing to her. "I've never had an opportunity for that statistic before."
"Are you serious?" Barb looked searchingly into her eyes. "Do you really want statistics on how peoples' hearts beat in coitus?"
"And how their pulse sounds at orgasm. I've always wondered," admitted Athena. "I've heard it doubles. Oh, but no!" She jerked the stethoscope disc from its probe of Barbara's beautiful front and dropped it into her skirt pocket. "That's introducing too much!" Somehow she didn't feel the least hypocritical with that last. What had happened with Barry was a different thing entirely.
"Barreee!" Barb slapped the impudent cock shaft nudged saucily against the corner of her ear. "Stop that and tell me. Shall we let her test our life-support systems while we do it?" She felt a tidal wave of desire sweep her to have Athena's fingers on her body again as they had been minutes before. The desire baffled her. No lesbian lure had ever grabbed before, though she had for years loved the touch of another woman.
A hand, gentle on her shoulders, pulled her from the straight back chair to the carpet. "Look, we're adults," she heard Barry say to Athena. "We'd love to be your guinea pigs. We're probably going to be all over the floor and you're going to have to chase us. You'd better get out of your things, too."
Athena slipped quickly from her blouse as Barb pulled the wraparound from her hips. That act was the sign of Barb's consent to the startling turn of events, but there was no doubt in Athena's mind that it was consent only to a point.
"Be natural and try to ignore me as I push my way into your action," she directed as Barry found her bra snaps and completed the last step in her stripping. "I'll be as scientific and disinterested as I can."
"Wow!" whispered Barb. "And why would you want my breasts with what you have?"
"Mine are nice." Athena caressed lightly around the curve of a firm boob, carefully avoiding the fiercely tumescent nipple. "But I'm only a thirty-six and I'll bet you're at least thirty-nine."
"40 and 28 and 39 and I'll trade you right this second." Catching the desire in her husband's eyes, Barb caught under her proudly thrusting breasts and hefted them toward his lips. "But only after he's loved them crazy, then I'll trade for yours. Ooohhh... Barreee! Athena, check me while he does that!"
The stethoscope disc probed eagerly along the undercurve of Barb's breasts and lightheadedness swept Athena as she realized she was toying with another woman, even as her husband built her toward copulation.
"Ooohhh... golly... yesss!" She arched violently to Barry's lip-loving, her fingers darting to her crotch to intensify the sensations. "I think ... Oh, I'm going... going... to... "
She went rigid and stopped stroking her pudendum at the very instant the climax was about to grab.
"Do!" A carried away Athena was whirlpooled into the sensuality, her free hand darting to the breast not being loved by Barry at the moment, fingering the turgid cone even as she pressed the disc close to Barbara's chest.
"Ayyyeehhh!" squealed the delighted victim, squirming in helpless orgasm to the dual stimulation at her boobs.
"Beautiful." The whisper drifted from Athena's lips as the passion quieted. Barry's eyes were looking directly into hers, questioning.
"No fair," moaned a slowly recovering Barb. "You're the doctor and doctors never get involved with their patients."
A strange total quiet enveloped the room for an instant, then Athena tilted her head and kissed Barbara's still tumid nipple. "I know," she agreed, propping to an elbow. "I should apologize, but I can't. I've never felt this way toward another girl before. I've never felt so at ease with a man in your husband's state either. I... I'm sorry. It's unprofessional, I'm sure, even if I'm not a doctor." A corner of her eye showed the sign of a tear and she shifted as if to rise.
It was Barry who caught her wrist and kept her from leaving Barbara's side. "Please!" His voice was very taut and for the first time since she had met him, Athena felt insecurity in the man. "Don't leave us! I know Barb loved your kissing her breast. I loved it and I'd be really honored if you'd go on with your experiments on us and let your feelings carry you any way they want."
"Oh, do!" Barb clutched the superbly contoured hips with a fierce determination and rested her cheek on Athena's tummy plateau. "We all feel the same toward each other. A little scared. I know I am. I've never touched a woman and here I am as near her secrets as a girl could be."
"No secrets," whispered Athena, fondling the long golden tresses that lay across her lap and feeling the pressure of the back of Barb's head against her mons. "Maybe we ought to be completely open." She caught a warning glint in Barry's eye and knew he didn't agree with that much openness. Obviously he felt his act of adultery would be over the line with Barb.
"Take her and let me watch you." Athena kept her position with Barb's head resting across the top of her thighs. Once again she held the stethoscope and as Barry wormed for position, Barb opened her gorgeous thighs.
"I don't believe us," gasped Barry, ramrodding his mammoth erection far into wide-stretched labial lips.
A spellbound Athena stared through the separation of their bodies to where his flesh spike impaled the darling cunty cleft spreading the flesh wide to its will. How brutish the male organ seemed, claiming the female vagina for its own. She gasped at the explosive surging of the firmly packed breasts: nipples maddened by the coitus seemed ready to leap from Barbara's front. Her head twisted from side to side on Athena's thighs and her back ground against the prominence of Athena's pubic mound.
The stethoscope darted from husband's chest to wife's breasts, but their heartbeats were lost on Athena. All she could see was the magic of the body merger. The massive cock that had taken her in secret was now wet with Barbara's come flow. Unable to penetrate fully, just as it had seemed in the trap of her own vagina.
"Beast!" she hissed at Barry, catching his shoulders as he bent exuberantly to his copulation and forcing him to a sit-up position astride Barbara's loins. "You'll kill her with that thing, jamming her like that. Let me help." She stretched across the exquisitely contoured front of Barb's body, rubbing her own nude curvaceousness across the jutting breasts and deeply arched midriff as she moved down the front of the most voluptuous girl she had ever seen. And now, having seen, she actually was feeling, touching, licking -- and on the day of their first meeting!
This fantastic change in a relationship, little more than an hour after it had begun, swept Athena and sent flashes of erotic lightning trembling through her body. Her lips nibbled and her tongue speared eagerly across the smooth, satin expanse between her hips. She sensed that the coital action between Barry and Barb had stopped and she tilted her head to study the meeting of their bodies.
Weirdly, Athena felt proprietary about that partially buried cock. She felt she had ownership rights in it, and was a bit jealous that another, even his wife, was using it. Half an hour earlier that same bone-hard shaft with the protruding dorsal vein and the washboard rippling along its great length had been driving into her own crazed vagina. But had her pussy flesh been stretched as widely as Barbara's to accommodate the vast size?
As she tongued lightly down Barb's trembling body, she wondered if she dared kiss them both at the meeting point of cock and cunt. What difference now? She had dared so much already!
The stethoscope disc brought a shocked groan to Barry's lips as Athena pressed it against his lower gut. "Just testing for the beat." She nuzzled lower on the delicious curve of Barb's venus mound. Vaguely and distantly she was aware of fingertips tracing the inner muscles of her thighs -- Barbara responding to girl play!
Straddling with her knees at either side of Barb's head, she knew the blonde was staring directly at her pudendum, looking at the dark cleft of her cunt and able to touch that, too, if she wanted.
For Barb all the world of sex seemed wrapped in their snug bundle of two girls and one man. Nothing could stop the inevitable collision of three separate desires. Barb's finger traveled slowly up the most perfectly turned thigh she had ever seen and came to quivering pussy flesh. She stared at the palpitating cleft and fought the frenzy to drag at Athena's hips to force her down closer. To kiss that darling slit! Some faraway restraint held her from it and just at that instant she felt the lips of the other. Athena was tonguing across her mons down to the very gates of her vagina!
She moaned low and squirmed in pretended protest, but the insistent tongue would not be put down. When she writhed in response to the maddening sensation tingling through her; Barry suddenly came alive.
Grinding against the yielding cunty flesh, he forced himself another half-inch into Barb's vagina. The pressure of the indriven organ, the warm breath and the moist tongue at the top edge of her cleft drove her over the brink.
"My God, yesss!" Barb's climax whipped her lower body uncontrollably and as she convulsed to the come spasms, Athena's tongue went wild.
Spearing, snaking, licking, darting from phallus to cunty lips, trying to tongue under the tautly stretched cleft, the insatiable Athena went wild with sex thirst. It was at that second that the same ancient prohibition which had stayed her lesbian lust grabbed and stung Barbara again. Athena was actually licking her vagina lips!
At the very same time she was kissing Barry's cock.
His moan rose to a peak and Barb guessed Athena was doing more than kissing her husband's organ. She could be chewing the barrel, nibbling the cock flesh of the exposed shaft. Madness! A stranger practicing near fellatio and cunnilingus while the two of them copulated.
"Ayeeehhh, no! NO!" screamed, Barbara, wriggling in total new terror at what had happened so suddenly.
Before Athena could fully comprehend the abrupt turn-about, Barbara had savagely interrupted Barry's ejaculation, ejected him from her vagina and hurled herself across Athena's front.
A wild wrestling melee! For a horrifying instant a dumbfounded Barry was sure Athena would lose her gorgeously straining breasts. Barb had the dark-haired lovely bent almost double, back and still farther back, while she stretched her arms wide to the sides. Ripe boobs with frenzied nipples jutted directly in Barbara's face. Her predatory expression was frightening. She could dive and mutilate in savage seconds.
"Don't!" shrieked Athena. "There's no need! Don't!" Even as she cried in desperate protest, she wrenched feverishly at the hands holding her wrists, tearing herself free and grabbing for a hold that would give her leverage, over the larger girl.
"Ooohhh... Atheneee!" Barb squealed in vain when in seconds she went from victor to vanquished. Her forty-inch bust in all its jutting animated glory providing the hold Athena sought. Barry gasped at the wrestling expertise of the smaller girl. Long feminine fingers closed on Barb's ripe firm breasts and simultaneously Athena's fingertips began strumming the outrageously erected nipples. Barbara Brant was imprisoned in a sizzling, unstoppable orgasm, panting protests she didn't mean.
"Kiss her, Barry!" Athena dropped excitedly to Barb's side, then dragged the helplessly climaxing blonde atop her. "Barry, kiss her "titties! They're begging for it."
He gawked at the wild invitation Athena had created in the twisting of their bodies. Barb was spread eagled across the other, arms and legs wide flung, maddened boobs still the focus of the attention of Athena's hands. But it was the deliberate positioning of the body beneath Barb's that drove Barry out of all control of his senses.
No way was it an accidental angling of his wife's lower body to place Barb's pudendum directly atop Athena's. Fantastic intrigue! Both cunty clefts in a nearly perfectly line. He gawked at sunshining pink sex flesh between two gorgeous pairs of thighs and heard Athena's squealing invitation to him to join her in torturing Barb's heaving breasts. Why not dare the infidelity once again? Have Athena a second time without the betrayal being known?
He kneed eagerly into the valley of the girl's legs and angled the crown of his cock snug to Athena's cleft. Directly under the curve of Barb's ass! Chest pounding at his daring, knowing disaster would be certain if his hot erection so much as brushed Barb's buttocks flesh, he shoved.
"Eeehhh, Barry... Barry... do it!' Athena screamed as the prick pierced her pussy slit and felt the heady sweep of the danger of imminent discovery. Her fingers danced frantically across Barb's turgid cherries as she felt the orgasm intensity from the titty strumming starting to slow.
"Hold her, Athena!" yelped Barry, sensing the crisis mounting. "She gets it off, wilder to my tongue on her nipples!"
He was barely in time. Barbara's spasms slowed just as Athena's climax began to commandeer her while Barry's thrusts drove deeper. Just the magic of taking a husband's cock while his wife was whisper close was completely maddening to Athena.
Hovering over the girls, his palms supporting his frame to keep from crushing Athena with the weight of two, Barry milked Barb quickly to new orgasm heights. Her body tensed, then trembled, and abruptly began to spasm in the familiar pattern of Barb's climax violence. Whether the fact that she was so lusciously overdeveloped at all points or just highly sexed, Barbara's whole body was electrified animation whenever she orgasmed. As if there were more to reach and sensitize and madden, vibrating climax voltage seemed to. generate once she was started.
Barry's tongue was a darting flame, flickering from one upstanding nipple to the other, igniting new sparks and sending them scurrying wildly to the far corners of his wife's body. And simultaneously, chest pounding frantically at his incredible boldness, he pumped cock into the cunt of the girl lying beneath Barb. Crazy erotic new height! He was committing adultery with another, even as he stared into the wide-open come-glazed eyes of his wife.
Suddenly the crisis was rippling through Athena's body, tightening her vaginal muscles, clutching and claiming his self-control. He let it fly, humping urgently against the yielding pussy, licking feverishly ,at eager nipples, fighting the need to groan in delirious excitement as he ejaculated.
Just as the crest peaked and passed, he tore his discharging cock from Athena's quim and sank it far into Barb's body. The agony and the ecstasy! Athena's shriek of dismay and Barbara's cry of rapture met and blended, then drifted away to silence.
Total silence. There was a stunned vacuum of action around the motionless trio for long seconds after the madness was past. Slowly, as if moving from hypnosis to reality, the girls disentangled and looked at the man collapsed at their side.
"You might say research got tangled with recreation." Athena reclaimed her stethoscope and pushed to a sitting position beside Barbara. "I'm sorry. That was all much more than I intended." Her hand drifted to Barb's bare hip, caressed briefly and abruptly pulled away. "And I offended you. I don't know what happened. I never have touched another girl like that and I was carried away."
It was several seconds before Barb replied. Long and excruciating painful seconds that felt like hours to both Athena and Barry. Had she known? Would she revile them with accusation and outrage? Neither believed that. And neither felt guilt or infidelity or adultery. What had happened had been a natural sexual explosion between three hypersexed people. But Barbara had rejected the intimacy of Athena's lips during Barry's copulation. Would she reject all now? A nervous after-spasm trembled low in Athena's loins as Barb looked deeply into her eyes.
"I'm the one who's sorry," Barb murmured. "I liked it all. All of it!" Her eyes glittered feverishly remembering. "I... I've just got so much to learn about letting myself go." Fingers crept to clasp Athena's. "I liked it all and I like you. I've never been touched by a girl either."
They were dressed and once again at Athena's desk. "I'm so glad you still want to be part of Body Watchers." She dropped their applications for membership into a manila folder. "I just want you to know this will be returned if things don't workout."
Barry raised a questioning eyebrow. "Why wouldn't they work out? We're going to like belonging. Especially now that we know you don't really have prehistoric rules about separation in swimming pools and things."
"It's not that." Athena thought for a moment, then opened her side drawer and pulled out the blue-bound reports. "You're the most direct people I've ever met. I love you both for letting me into your intimacy. Now, I'm going to share a secret with you. Look at our annual report."
While the Brants skimmed the pages, Athena excused herself to go to the bathroom. There, freshening her face, she heard the murmur of conversation between husband and wife. They had reached the bottom line on the financial report of Body Watchers, Incorporated. Athena drew the lipstick brush carefully along the curve of her lower lip, wondering if she had just lost them.
"You've got problems," Barry said as she stepped back into her office. "I'd call that an honest operation that admits it to a couple of prospective members."
"We're very close to going into the hands of receivers," Athena admitted. "Obviously we're doing something wrong. Lots of fat old ladies want to come to our diet lectures and, bless 'em, they surely need it. But that's only three dollars a week a head. Then there's the special pool privileges without other member rights, like the secretary hour and the executive hour and all. You know, trying to draw the business traffic during or right after the workday. But that totals only about a thousand dollars a week."
"Result... " Barry frowned at the report sheets. "You're going broke with a building that's got to be, what? With two pools, two gyms, handball court and sauna baths, massage parlor and lecture auditorium... hmmmm... fifty thousand square feet... mortgaged to the hilt... "
"Listen to my architect hubby. Aren't men awful? Barry, don't rub it into Athena. Be constructive!"
He dug into his billfold and pulled a single check from the inner pocket. It had been there a long time and he smiled when Athena glanced at the worn edges. "Just my emergency check. Case I get caught where some place won't take American Express. Now, tell us. Is there room for someone to buy into Body Watchers?"
It took Athena by surprise. "Seriously? You can't mean you're interested m investing in an almost bankrupt thing like this place! I'm sure the other major stockholder would love it, but you want to talk it over alone?"
Barry looked at Barb, who nodded, then tossed her report onto the desk top. "We've' talked already. Barry has made lots of money designing buildings, so we can lose some if we have to. To tell you the truth, Athena, we'd like to invest. You're here. The place is bound to succeed. Write the check, big spender." She dismissed the problem with an airy, wave of her hand.
"We'd like forty-nine percent, of your under-the-counter stuff. How much will that cost me?"
Athena fingered the miniature computer in her hand and shook her head when she looked over at the two. "One hundred and twenty-eight thousand and fifty-three cents."
"Does it make us a board of directors of three -- or more?"
"Three and no more."
He wrote slowly, then tossed the dog-eared check casually onto the desk top and rose to shake hands formally. "Miss Director-in-charge, your new partners want a meeting of the board tomorrow night. And meanwhile, we want all the dope we can get from reports and stuff on what you've been doing wrong."
"Take it." Athena scooped an armload of folders from her drawer. "And... oh, golly... I'm all goosebumps! Thank you. Thank you, both." She leaned to kiss Barb and the lips that met hers were warm and yielding.
"Hey, doesn't number three get welcomed?" Barry grinned over his bundle of papers.
"Welcome him, Athena." Barb pushed the pair toward each other. "No need to pretend. You make my hubby very turned on. But he wants into Body Watchers because he sees a great business potential or he'd never be that big a spender."
Athena pecked Barry perfunctorily on the cheek and ignored his groan of protest at the platonic display. "I don't know how this all happened. I only know you both turn me on, and right now that's the biggest thing I've got to be careful about. It could spoil everything." She threw her arms impulsively around the waists of the two at her sides, knowing that total honesty was not the best policy. Smiling into Barry's face, she went on happily, "Something tells me if I were to lie, you would know it, Barbara. May I tell you something?"
"Tell me anything."
"I want you to Mow the prettiest sight I've ever seen in all my life was when we three were on the floor together. And some of the prettiest feelings, too. Thank you."
"Let's do it again sometime." Barbara squeezed Athena's waist and followed Barry out the door.
Watching them cross the street to the red Porsche, remembering that only a short time before she had stood by this very drape watching them arrive, Athena could scarcely contain the shudder of excitement. So much so quickly! She looked at the fabulous check in her hand and wondered what the next surprise would be.
CHAPTER FOUR
Barbara lay very quietly next to her man, studying his motionless silhouette in the bedroom's near darkness. Feelings both loving and lethal tingled through her naked body.
In one mood, love, but in the next second she wanted to tiptoe to the kitchen, find a knife and scalp his most prized possession from the front of his body. He had committed adultery. And he had dared to even as he embraced her!
She knew. With devastating suddenness, after they had returned home from all the trauma at Body Watchers, Barb had felt the truth. Felt it even before she dared suspect it with her thoughts. Right here on their bed of love the after-the-fact certainty had stormed and claimed her conviction.
It happened as Barry made love to her back in their home. It was his rhythm. The certain copulation choreography he always built as he neared his orgasm point. He did it without even knowing. Always the last instant before coming he had the same thrust pattern. It was one of those lover's secrets she had kept to herself so she could pace her own eager climax to peak explosion with her husband. Two short rabbit thrusts, a deep plunge and quick, near total withdrawal. His way of getting the maximum load primed to ejaculate. And right after the deep cramming shot, two, maybe three short rabbit thrusts again and the semen was usually flying into her.
Only away from the magic of Athena's touch and the overwhelming impact of the two of them whipping her orgasm emotions out of control, did she have a sane, detached look back. There as her man took her in that familiar pattern, the savage awareness of what had happened came stingingly alive. No doubt of it at all.
As Barry had tongued and kissed her boobies to distraction, she had felt the typical behavior of his loins. Two short, one long grinding shove against her mons, then two urgent short jabs. If that choreography at her venus mound was external for Barb, it had to be internal for someone else. Athena!
Barb felt the wild need to scream in fury as she felt her man betray himself. And simultaneously his discharging cock jammed into her cunt. Her cry of outrage burst at the very second Barry's semen leaped hysterical bolts into her vagina and it was lost in his own roar, of ecstasy.
"Good Lord, you really came unglued that time," was his insipid praise as they rolled apart.
"And you were very preemie when Athena was near." She forced pretend disinterest into his chiding. "You were kissing my breasts and all of a sudden you were shooting off inside. Did I really build you that much?" She paused for the tension to mount. "... or did someone else?"
He had been stung to silence for a minute, propping to an elbow to look over her shoulder. "Am I hearing accusations?" he asked softly.
"Should you?"
She felt his naked shoulder shrug against her back. "Maybe. To tell you the truth, Athena bothered me a lot."
"Enough to want her?"
He flung an arm around her waist and dragged hard to press her tail against a reawakening penis. "Do you think that's likely when you make me like this? I'm going to have to get it off in you all over again now. Makes three times today."
"Two," she needled, rolling to her back. "No. One and a half. You didn't get off a normal ejaculation at Athena's."
Again it had been a fight with herself to keep the enormity of his behavior with Athena low key. But the torture that would prick and annoy Barry, wondering if she knew or didn't, made the struggle for self-control worthwhile.
Now, lying in the darkness, she let the scene recreate itself. She was sure that as Athena held her prostrated across her front, their bodies had been perfectly aligned for Barry's mad act of double coitus. They all had acted on impulses and Barbara had been the ploy sandwiched between the most impulsive. While Athena held her breathless and climaxing to Barry's tongue torture, Barry had seen his opportunity. He had driven his erection into the magnet of Athena's cunt cleft. Only when his come started squirting into Athena's body did conscience grab her man. Probably only that saved his life right now, thought Barb, rolling to her side to try to put Barry out of her mind and forget all.
She couldn't forget. She marveled at the cool of Athena after the three of them rolled apart. Had. she set up the play deliberately? Other women were always trying to test their love and make a play for her Barry. Just as other men often had tried for her since their marriage.
Strange erotic visions tumbled through Barbara's mind as she lay wakeful, unable to fall off to sleep. Her reaction to the spontaneous affair slowly drifted from intense hostility to resignation to a gradually awakening arousal to what had happened. She had lain trapped , Athena's tight grip, sprawled on her back and enthralled by the touch of another woman and at the same time guilt-ridden by the pleasure that touch gave her.
Even as she wrestled with a first-time lesbian yearning, her man had been wrestling with a first-time yearning for another woman's body. They both had been in turmoil over the same girl. Now they both were involved much deeper, as business partners with Athena. Out of the frying pan into the fire! Now every day would be new temptation, new risk for Barry. Barbara bit her lip nervously. She had just agreed to investing almost one hundred and thirty thousand dollars in setting them all up for new torture.
Barry hadn't breathed a word about her obvious enjoyment of Athena's girl-to-girl play. Now she was trapped herself to say nothing about his adultery. And it could all explode again at any time. Unless...
For sleepless hours she lay unmoving beside her man, thinking, planning, scheming. She never could sneak sexual joy. Neither could Barry. And unless she missed badly in judgment, neither could Athena Corvallis.
As light streaks showed on the horizon beyond their bedroom window, the despair she felt began to lighten like a new day. She understood her need. She was not afraid of her personal feelings for Athena. And she had to give Barry carte blanche of pretended trust with what was bound to build toward their new partner. Let him steal his sex with Athena, if she would allow it, but keep him under tension with every infidelity.
She slid quietly from their bed and moved to the bathroom, smiling at her man as she passed his side. He lay on his back, one arm flung over his head, his face turned away from her. His other arm lay across his lean, muscled torso, the hand resting across a partially awakened penis. She paused, debated whether to creep over the edge of the bed and waken him. Decided not to. The curious, snaking movement of the cock intrigued her and she watched it creep along his upper thigh and slowly stand away from the leg like a giant banana.
"God, you're big!" she whispered under her breath as the organ reached toward full rigidity, soaring from a nest of dark hair and so fiercely hard it barely trembled.
Oddly Barbara felt detached about her owner-ship rights as she stared. No longer the predatory want to scalp that beautiful monstrosity from his crotch, but a new compulsion. How would it be to be handmaiden to another woman, guide and shove all that man joy into another passion center as a selfless gift of sharing? She understood Athena's compulsion to kiss the merger of man and woman. She, too, would find that a fabulous thrill. Lick the steely barrel with its overcoating of baby-soft flesh and with the flick of a tongue lick the yielding, butter-soft pussy flesh of a woman welcoming her Barry's prick.
Head swimming lightly to the erotic impact of never before experienced desires, she stepped into the shower. She was lost in a happy cascade of water, shampooing when the shadow moved beyond the frosted glass of the shower door.
Pretending not to notice his arrival, she was soaping her head vigorously when the door opened to admit him. Her eyes closed, head thrown back, she busied herself rinsing the golden, glorious hair.
Barry gaped at the gleaming voluptuosity of his fabulously stacked wife. Glistening water streamed over the sunburst beauty of her explosive breasts. Their nipples were almost transparent in their taut erection and water sputtered from their tips like tiny fountains. But most of the shower fall slithered down her front, coursing along the wild curves of midriff and hips, racing over the flatness of her lower body to bounce saucily from the too prominent mound.
He was very quick. The hard-on that had wakened him from a poor sleep had been from a wild dream of Athena. Her lips were on his cock and she was fellating him in the presence of Barbara. At that instant he awakened to see the girl he always had believed would drive him out of his skull as no other female could. And Barbara was walking right out of his life! Nude. Strolling away from their bed. Disappearing. Only into the bathroom, thank God!
With a terrifying sensation that it was disaster he was letting himself be lured into with Athena, he hurried from the bed in pursuit of his love.
Barb never looked at him as he took her there in the shower. When his cock slithered into her vagina, she tilted her head still farther back to let the water cascade across her face and over her chest. She needed, a barricade between them. His pattern of warning signals was the same even in standing copulation. Two short thrusts broke the smooth, coital humping and Barbara let self-control desert her. When the long, spearing thrust impaled and drove her against the cool tile wall, she was climaxing frenziedly.
Even as she orgasmed, she thought how inflaming it would be to see this happen to Athena. Shuddering with the violence of her new desire, feeling the once total commitment to monogamy slowly vaporizing, Barbara took his semen cannonade.
"Yeah... oh, yeah! Barry closed his eyes in spunk frenzy, but not from the claims of his orgasm. As he started to come, the female in his arms was alternately blonde, brunette, then blonde again. He was firing his barrage into two women simultaneously.
Athena was in the executive exercise room when Barbara arrived. It had been Barb's suggestion at breakfast that Barry keep his date at the courts with his all-male tournament doubles partner, while she made a leisurely tour of the Body Watchers' physical plant. After all, they had put most of their savings on the line in an unknown venture. Barry's quarter finals in the Miami Businessmen's tourney was important, but so was getting involved with their investment.
She found the door with the little square of glass in the center in the farthermost room of Body Watchers. It was intriguing to watch Athena, this shattering female arrival in her life, and Barb stayed back in the hall shadows so that no chance glance by Athena would give away her presence.
It was a group of fifteen youngish and slightly older execs and junior execs. All dressed in the gym wear they felt most comfortable or most attractive. All obviously devoted to their leader. Athena, leading the exercise regimen from a slightly raised platform, wore ballet leotards, and the black nylon, while body molding, was deliberately modest. High necked, long sleeved and clearly designed for the business of leading calisthentics.
Here and there in the perspiring group, Barbara could see signs of male arousal. Athena saw the evidence even sooner than the spectator. Immediately on the show of an exorbitant bulge in one of the gym shorts, Athena would call for more vigorous exercise output. If the bothered male showed the bulge again, she would nonchalantly chide the man for not exerting enough. It always worked. The group guffaws and the focus of attention put the man in the mode for superior effort and instant calm returned to the bothered groin.
Promptly at one the wall phone gave a peremptory single ring. "That's all!" exclaimed Athena, clapping her hands in approval of their workout. "See you all day after tomorrow."
Like disappointed schoolboys chased from their favorite swimming hole, the execs headed to the door for the showers. Barbara smiled at the banalities passed back and forth as they trotted past her and when one very openly cased her, she felt a shiver of pleasure. It was obviously a routine of the new world she had just entered.
"You do lead the men!" she teased happily, stepping into the room as the last walked by.
"How nice!" Athena extended both hands and their touch on hers sent little electric pinpricks through the unexpected guest. "I'm so sweaty. Come swim awhile and let's talk. Is Barry outside?"
"Tennis. It's his day in the sun. He and a buddy have made city quarter finals in doubles. He wanted to go it alone. Says I make him nervous watching when he's competing."
They walked quietly to the pool, each absorbed in thoughts that went back twenty-four hours to their first meeting, and then went ahead to the nowness of new, more intense feeling for each other.
Athena broke the silence. "Barbara... I've simply got to tell you something... You have a right to know what I... something I did... "
"Hush! It sounds like a bad something. It is, isn't it?" demanded Barb as they paused at the pool door. She was sure Athena was about to make the big confession of sex with Barry and she couldn't cope with such dramatics that now seemed oddly unimportant. "If it is, please! I don't want to hear it right now."
Athena's arm was warm across the small of her back as she steered Barb into the dressing room beside the pool. "I guess I don't want to tell you either."
Subject ended.
There was a look of mutual mystery exchanged and then Athena giggled happily and turned her back. "Unzip me. There's a dear."
They walked to the pool in silence, each wondering how to open talk on the good something between them -- the something that sent running through them vibrations of wanting to touch each other, to stroke the female form and to let their emotions unfold as they would and never had, ever before.
It was in the pool that the opportunity came. Quite by accident. Barbara stood at the end of the high board, poised .and breathtakingly enticing in her golden nudity. She was aware of Athena's watching and felt a dizzying sexual need flow from the other toward her. More than a physical love, but as she spread her arms wide to dive, she felt the fantastic sensual pull to be close to Athena. Bouncing high at the tip end of the board, jackknifing, then twisting and turning, she entered the water. Her angle of entry forced her to surface in a slicing movement unexpected by an entranced Athena. Pushing off from the edge of the pool, she was directly in Barb's path, on a collision course.
"Oh!" Athena's sharp cry as their bodies impacted was chopped to silence. A stunned Barb saw the unconscious girl roll ominously to her back and start to go down. With a desperate certainty she had been terribly hurt, Barb dove for the limp nude drifting toward the pool's bottom.
Frightened almost to panic, she managed to drag Athena's inert body across the rounded lip of tile to safety. But what safety? Had she been too late?
She screamed for help, then remembered the building was deserted except for the attendant who was off readying saunas for the late afternoon crowd.
"Athena?" She rolled the unconscious brunette face down, determined to try an artificial respiration she didn't know how to perform, when the lips parted slightly.
Her sudden surge of hope dampened almost instantly when there was no flutter of eyelashes, no sign of lungs reaching for breath. A mental image flashed as Barb felt frantically for her pulse. She had once seen mouth-to-mouth respiration done in demonstration at the racquet club. It was a way.
Her lips molded against Athena's, covering mouth and nostrils as a seal and in a rhythm of shallow puffs of air, one every three seconds... the pulse under her fingertips was definitely strengthening! Abruptly there was a chest constriction and a deep-throated moan. Barb lifted her head and stared. Athena should be coming round. The pulse beat was normal now.
Still no giveaway thrill of eyelashes fluttering or nostrils dilating. Barb raised again and sucked for air, her chest pounding with fear and hope. Why didn't she come to? A bedeviling, unneeded, sexy thought spun through her mind as she saw the mingling of her damp blonde tresses with the dark, wet hair of dazzling Athena. How could anyone feel a sex thought at such a time, she scolded silently.
Barb shook the grab of lust from her thoughts and bent to the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation again.
"Nice... " Athena's arms circled her shoulders as she raised her head from the kiss.
"Are you alla riimmmhh... " The words stifled as Athena's tightening grip forced their mouths together again. As if nothing at all had just happened, a warm, stiffened tongue speared into Barb's lips.
Shocked by the savagery of the conversion of the scene from near disaster to intimate embrace, Barb went limp against a fully recovered Athena. Breasts molded with breasts and hips with hips. When Athena wormed to arrange it, suddenly it was mons against mons. Erotic lightning commandeered every hypersensitized nerve in Barbara's body.
Just that quickly she surrendered, knowing instinctively the capitulation was a first for Athena, too. The combination of her desperation bout with life and death and now their mutual hunger for the other's love made the tongue play as natural as breathing. With a feeling that nothing would ever be the same again, Barb responded to the insistent tongue probing her lips and met the attack with her own.
"Oh, my darling . my darling!" Athena's hands were tender at the sides of Barbara's face, cupping and gently stroking. "May I tell you the last wonderful thing I saw before my lights went out?"
"Tell me." Barb's fingers snaked slowly down across the long dark hair, up and under to trace the smoothness of Athena's shoulders, toying finally at the nape of her neck.
Athena nibbled lightly at an earlobe. "I saw the girl I've always wanted to be. A girl with gorgeous breasts that lift and thrust even when they're bigger by far than mine. A girl with nipples that stand always straight out, even when she's not excited. Like mine do. And I saw a beautiful bod with the wildest, ripest curves and the widest hips and the craziest, pushy love mound that swells up, then softens when it's on display."
"Kiss them, Athena," whispered Barb. "Kiss every place you like about me." Her arms tightened fiercely around Athena's shoulders and their boobs molded together. "I wanted you to when we started playing with Barry, but I was too frightened."
"Me, too." Athena's lips puckered to a nipple, parted slightly to take the rigid cherry from sight.
Ignoring her victim's moans of rapturous agony, Athena systematically munched and licked and siphoned one, then the other, outspoken cone.
"Please!" Barbara was panting breathlessly as the lips left their torture and began a pore-by-pore love trip down the writhing body. She strained to watch the graceful femininity of Athena's body profile, bent across hers. There was an ivory creaminess to her flesh, seethingly seductive against Barbara's golden tan, darkened by hours on the tennis court.
If Athena were in any way jealous of Barb's breasts, it was hardly necessary. Firm and animated as they jutted impudently, Athena's boobs were impossible not to touch. As her tormentor bent into the hollowing of her tummy, Barbara fondled the closest globe.
"Ooohh, I love it!" Athena was at the rounding of Barb's pubic mound, tonguing lightly along the start of the dark pussy slit. "Will you let me... this time?"
Barbara's thought flickered briefly, remembering her rejection of the love only a few brief hours before. Now, if she didn't have it, she knew she would expire.
"Do!" She begged, her voice sultry with want. "But let me watch you." Her fingers touched lightly under Athena's chin and angled the passion-whipped face to give her a full view of Athena's profile. A tremble racked Barb's body as the tongue darted through the buttersoft flanges of cunty flesh into the threshold of her vagina. She brushed a tumbling lock of hair from blocking her view of Athena's face.
"Beg," came a soft whisper from a faraway land. A land she thought she knew but now was learning all over again. The land of her passion center. Always a play place between herself and Barry or between herself and herself, now it was more. It was a land of loving for others -- even others of her own sex!
"Beg!" came the repeated command and hearing it loud and clear this time, all shyness and reluctance to be loved by another girl was stripped away.
"Ohhh, yesss! I'm begging!" she moaned, inhibitions blasted. "Kiss it! Love my pussy. Let me see you love it! Oohhh, Athena... eeee! Your tongue is so long! It's licking my clit! Oohhh, lick it... suck it!"
Lips molded against her labia were warm and moist and moving. Pressing, spreading the cleft wide and still wider to expose Barbara's clitoris to a strumming tongue.
"My God, you're fucking me!" Her scream of orgasmic happiness burst in unchecked ecstasy .. ricocheted against the tile walls of the pool room and echoed-out into the corridor.
Four junior execs, about to leave the building after an 'extended lunch-hour discussion in the saunas, heard the distant cry and exchanged glances. The one who had just swung the door open and stood holding it for the others, stepped quickly back inside.
"That was damned strange!" muttered one when the sound repeated itself.
"I vote for a looksee." The trio moved quickly off down the corridor toward the pool area.
There was incredible violence in Barbara's coming. She always had orgasmed hard to Barry's copulation thrusts. Now in lesbian embrace she felt the same kind of climax urgency in a totally different way. Not spurred to heights by the rain-shower of flying semen splattering deep in her vagina, but driven to a very special craziness by the fluttering insistence of a girl's tongue that wouldn't quit.
"Dear God, please... wait!" End-on-end orgasms pouring into lips that couldn't seem to satiate their thirst wilted Barb. She rolled from Athena's embrace, her arms driven between her thighs to prevent the love play from renewing.
"I'm sorry." Athena's face was inches from Barb's and dark eyes searched deeply. "I don't know what happened to me. You just felt and tasted and responded as if you had the same madness I had. Was it too much?"
"Uhunnnhh. Have to catch my breath, that's all." Afterspasms rippled erratically across her tummy and she caught Athena's hand to guide it to feel the silent "thank-you" tremors. "My turn. I get to play next."
"Not today." Athena sagged to her back on the cool tile. "We have got to go slowly or I'll never forgive myself. And I already need some forgiving for not doing too well."
Barbara's arm found its way under Athena's dark hair to offer a pillow and she looked at the profile she had just watched between her thighs. "So, all right. You want to tell me about Barry." The body next to hers stiffened in sudden tension. "You want to tell me that you allowed my husband to make love with you., and you want me to know how awful you feel. Especially, because of the way he did it."
"How did you know?" A dumbstruck Athena didn't dare look at her accuser. "Did he tell you?"
A giggle burst irrepressibly from Barbara. "He didn't know he was telling me, but he was confessing right when he shot his enormous load into you, then a teeny bit into me."
"I don't understand." Athena risked a glance and saw only unpretending innocence in Barb's expression.
"He has rhythm, that man of mine. He also has a lot of gall to think I haven't long ago learned lots more about him than he knows about himself. When he stretched across you and you two were playing with my front, something gave him away. Two shorts, a long and two shorts."
"You mean from the way he did it into me you could tell something?"
"Just before Barry ejaculates he gets this pattern of two short shoves, then all the way in and almost out and then... blooieee! I felt that happening just before he stuck it in me and shot. It had to be happening to you."
Total silence closed in around the two and there was only the exchange between their eyes for a minute, then with a kind of gagging sob, Athena flung her arms around Barb and dragged her tightly to her.
"Dear Barbara, now I know I love you."
Barb pulled free and slowly pushed to a sitting position. "Do you like men or girls most?"
A shuddering sigh escaped Athena's lips. "You've got to be wondering. All you've seen is me bananas over you and all you've felt is Barry making me take it. Oh! That's not really the way it was... he made me, but I guess I'd have tried myself if I'd dared. I'm going to have to tell you the whole truth and get it over with. We made it while you were in the pool."
"That stinker!" breathed Barb. "You mean even before... when he was alone with... " Athena nodded. "It was as much my fault. And why you're still talking to me, I'll never know. But, yes... to answer your question, I like man love. I like it a lot."
* * *
Outside in the corridor by the entry to the, pool room, four lusting males gawked in delighted privacy at the two at the pool edge.
"Good nightshirt," muttered one. "I'm half outta my skull when Athena's got something on!" He fingered a surging hard-on jamming the front of his slacks. "Now I'm really gone!"
"Christ, will you look at the blonde bombshell? You 'spose they're, you know... "
"Lesby?" A third whispered harshly, watching the stroke of Barb's hand along Athena's back. "Don't believe it. If you guys shut up, we can hear. If you don't, you'll blow our cover."
"Do you have any men in your life, Athena? Like any of those dudes I saw you exercising upstairs?"
"No... but I've thought about it. They're nice. All of them are nice. If I don't like a single male who applies for Body Watchers, he doesn't get m.
"But you haven't played with any?"
"Thought of it... like a million times. But if I ever let go our standards, we'll turn into a place with a terrible reputation. Just like any common massage parlor."
"But don't you see the way they turn on to you while you lead their calisthentics?"
Athena shrugged. "Course. You watched, so you see how I turn 'em off, too. Make them work harder. I have my little fantasies while I'm in front of those fifteen. They're my favorites and they're all married except for a couple and... well... "
Outside the listening quartet exchanged silent glances at learning their seemingly indifferent instructor was anything but indifferent.
"So, tell me your fantasy," urged Barb. "I have "some, too. But one just came real."
"I dream they all go nutty some time. Rip off their cute gym gear and come at me. All fifteen of 'em. I especially hope it happens on a day when super-hung Everett has had a bad night with his wife. He's as big as your Barry."
"Sonofabitch!" grunted one of the four eaves-dropping males, glaring at the feverishly disturbed man at his side. "She means you, Ev. Jerry, let's give little Athena her fantasy on a platter."
Beyond the door neither Barbara nor Athena heard the brief wrestling match that preceded the sudden outraged bellow from the hall.
"Whaaatt?" Athena whirled as the corridor door swung open and three shadowy figures behind shoved a naked Everett Holden into the pool room.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Ahhh, c'mon, you guys!"
Disaster. Sheer and simple naked disaster was the only description for Everett Holden as he pounded angry fists on the poolroom door his buddies had locked behind him.
"Who is that?" demanded a delighted, incredulous Barb.
"I don't believe it!" breathed Athena, staring in shocked horror and hunger at the man's body profile, which was partially turned from them. Like an unruly branch climbing from the trunk, Everett's massive phallus strained skyward from his torso. "Now what does Body Watchers do, new partner?" Athena's voice reflected the first panic Barb ever had heard in the girl.
"It does what comes naturally." Ignoring the males taunting shouts at Everett from beyond the door, Barbara strolled in nude and regal elegance from the edge of the pool.
Everett pressed himself against the door closed to his escape and a watching" Athena covered her lips with her fingers to hide surprise turned to amusement at his plight. Brazenly undeterred by its owner's embarrassment, a great, red cock crown jutted.
"No doubt that he's a peeping tom, is there, Athena? How has Body Watchers handled peeping toms before?"
"We've never had them," exclaimed Athena, bouncing to her feet and dancing in pursuit of Barb. She glared at the trio of faces framed in the glass panel. "We take the body very naturally here and no fuss. So bring all of Everett to the water and we three'll go swimming." Unnoticed to Barb, she slipped the inner lock to seal the door. One crisis at a time was enough for her.
There was no need to tell Barb she was hearing the first plank in a new policy about to come over the healthiest place in Coral Gables. She tugged Everett's arm from the metal door frame and forced him to turn toward her. In spite of his expression, the surging cock stood in brazen exclamation of his true feelings for the voluptuous nudes now close at hand.
And just that quickly his erection began to collapse. Bright red shades flooded his face and he looked in helpless embarrassment at Athena, apparently expecting her good humor to change at any second. "Please, Miss Corvallis, those characters out there made me... I mean... I... "
"Who cares about them?" Athena tossed a contemptuous glance across a well-turned shoulder, then circled the very naked junior executive. "It's nice to have the first participant in the au naturel new life at Body Watchers be so natural. Hasn't Mr. Holden a great body, Barb? I'm sorry!" She caught Everett's wrist and guided his hand to Barbara's. "Meet Mrs. Brant. She's just joined Body Watchers."
Certain that someone had flipped a wig; Everett solemnly shook hands with Barb. Out in the corridor a listening trio had suddenly gone from raucous shouts to total silence as they listened in awe.
"Can't we be first names in Body Watchers?" asked Barb. "I think that'd be a great new policy along with the natural new life."
"That's au natur-ell," corrected Athena. "And it is better. First names, I mean. What do you think, Everett?"
The familiarity tore the terror from the man. "Yeah! Great idea." He walked between the two to the water and in the dozen steps to the edge of the pool, his escorts saw the elongating of a formidable penis. "I'm for a swim." He gagged on the words. There was a visible tremble at the shoulders as he started to pull away from the girls to get into the water and hide his fresh arousal. But again Athena caught his wrist.
"First let Barb dive in. She's a fantastic diver, but she's dangerous when she comes off that board. Feel!" She guided his fingers to the slight swelling on her exquisitely sculptured chin line. "She bopped me the very last time, so stay where it's safe."
Barbara's libido was a swirling whirlpool as she reached the top of the high board and looked down at her two spectators. It was a scene she never would have conceived possible for herself a week ago.
A wildly erected male with stud proportions even larger than her Barry's still held Athena's hand as he stared up at her. Just outside in the -- corridor she knew three others of the opposite sex were gaping at her nudity. And then, Athena. Feeling the charge of an almost uncontrollable lust to play with all of them, she grabbed for a sense of loyalty to her married state: Some state that was! Much as she loved Barry, he had stolen sex behind her back with this gorgeous witch, Athena. Her vows to her man were as valid as his to her and he'd booted them. Just for once, thought Barb, I'm available to that fantastic cock on Everett Holden's front. If he wants me. But it's Athena he wants. She straightened, stood tiptoe on the end of the high board to give her audience full show of her superlative contouring. Feeling erotic electricity tingle in her nipples she launched high from the board, did a one-and-a-half gainer and sliced the water with scarcely a splash.
Out of nowhere the two who had been at pool's edge appeared at her side as she surfaced. Through crystal water she saw a magnified version of an already monumental erection and the crimson cap seemed tomato huge, jutting directly at her. Ev Holden was smiling easily as he followed her to a handhold at the curved lip of the pool.
"Ought to apologize, maybe," he said. "Athena said no way that's necessary, but I keep hearing nudists never get bothered in sun clubs. Can't help myself."
It was time for a bold move and Barbara was ready, aware that the three faces pressed against the panel of glass now could see only the tops of their heads in the pool from where they watched behind the hall door. She reached as calmly as she could and clasped Everett's magnificent prick shaft.
"If you're apologizing for this, don't," she said. "We both hope you're hard as a compliment to us."
"You know it!" he exclaimed, gaping at the delicate femininity of the fingers touching his erection.
Barbara looked at Athena's bright-eyed staring. With only the hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth, she tightened her clasp on Everett's cock, jerked twice briefly, then symbolically let her fist travel the full length and depth of the great white barrel and quickly jerked twice more. His gasp burst explosively and he grabbed the hand to try to keep her from releasing her hold, but she pulled loose.
"Everett Holden, if you breathe a word outside Body Watchers of this, it'll never happen again. You absolutely promise?" Barbara's fierce inner arousal and frightened excitement made her devastatingly beautiful.
"God, yehhesss... I promise!"
"You are married, Everett?"
"Yeah." Reluctant admission obviously made it with the certainty that it would kill everything.
"I am, too. I am very happily married. My husband's penis was in my body only two hours ago. What does that say to you?"
Ev shook his head as if to clear the confusion of what he was hearing. Water droplets spattered from his hair. "I'd say he's a damned lucky guy." He grabbed for the guts to go on. "So'm I. Athena knows I've got a wonderful girl with a super bod herself."
"He does," agreed a mystified Athena. "Janice is a doll."
"Did you have sex with her this morning?" Barb's eyes were challenging and sparkling with new daring.
"Yes. It was good. Lord, she came as hard as I did!"
"Would you think it betrayal of your wife to have sex with me now?"
"Whuh... with... you?" Stunned disbelief glazed his stare.
"If you don't think it is betrayal, then do it. Fuck a happily married girl out of her mind. Athena? Okay?"
"Be my guest," whispered a stunned Athena. "I locked the others out, but I'll go talk to them for a minute. Everett? You look ill. Is that your answer?"
His hands found Barbara's soft, sleek shoulders and traveled down her back to cup casually at her hips. "I think it's a beautiful idea. But why? Won't your... "
"Won't my hubby find out? Call it revenge, if that helps." Barbara's cute pug nose crinkled disdainfully. "To tell you the truth, I don't care. We do it only if you promise secrecy after. But my Barry made out with a fabulous female right under my nose. Right, Athena?"
She met Barb's cocked eyebrow with a demure drop of her eyes. "She's right, Ev. I'm the female. Barry's never to know Barb knows. Please." Athena's fingers found their target. "Put it into her. I am dying to watch two-way adultery and see who looks guiltiest."
"You put him in," pleaded Barb. "He's going to be much too big."
"No way!" Athena caught the pool's edge with determined fingers and hefted herself from them. "I'll go see if the three dummies at the door are quieter now. Five minutes from now I'm announcing a water polo match. So hurry." She hissed, leaving them.
"Mmmmhhh... " Barb never heard as she let her head loll back as far as possible toward the surface of the pool. An outsized cock crown was nudging already through her thighs, prodding for entry through soft pussy flesh, made softer by the caress of the water.
She felt her body gently turned and her tail was against the tile as his prick split her labial lips wide, then prodded into the threshold of her vagina.
"Look at me," Ev demanded quietly. There was a firmness in his quiet tone. "I want you to look me squarely in the eyes while you are unfaithful to Barry."
At first it was frightening. Their stares met and then, as if his conscience got to him a little, he gripped her shoulders and forced her a full arm's length distant, her back arching to the pressure as she struggled to keep the only partially planted phallus from slipping from her convulsing quim. "Want the guys out there to think we're only talking, if they're watching. You want it secret. It'll stay secret with me."
"I like you, Everett." Her sleeky tapered thighs snaked in sizzling golden perfection around his waist and she felt the warm cupping of his hands at her buttocks, "Fuck me. Make believe I'm a no-good whore of the street soliciting your... oohhh... so much of you!"
Their bodies were visual contradictions. Above the water they appeared separated and to a distant audience merely faced for conversation, below the surface they were locked together in a writhing symphony of copulation rapture.
"Godddhh... I'm going to...!" Ev bit his lip viciously to cancel the ecstasy cry and pumped wildly against the succulence he had pressed against the side tiles of the pool. She twisted her head so the audience couldn't see her expression.
Her eyes were wide open, dark pools of staring desire, vision blurred by a curious smoky haze as she felt his semen spurting. Her nostrils dilated wide and her lips parted in a surprised oval at his quick climax, as her cunty muscles spasmed signals of her own orgasm's race.
Ev gaped at the breathtaking response of her boobs to the onset of climax. Tempestuous nipples stood frantically from the sunburst beauties that strained for freedom from her front. An even more maddening swelling seemed to possess them as she came, as if some of his come had shot to her breasts and made them blossom even more beautifully. His thoughts blurred and his ejaculation raced even more hotly.
"Water polo?" The three beyond the still-closed door were each and every one in total erection at the nearness yet distance of their luscious leader. "You mean it?"
"I mean it." Athena tossed the white checkered ball from hand to hand and eyed the three faces in the panel. "But I mean this, too. If any one of you ever tells outside this building what we're experimenting with, I will be very angry."
A sobered Edson Hill glanced at his two friends. "We're gentlemen. You've got our word and Ev's, too. But how about your girl friend?"
"She's Barbara. She and her husband are my partners now in Body Watchers."
"Her idea? This new look?"
"Hers and her husband Barry's. And mine."
"Barry... hey, I saw a tennis couple on the sports page last week. Barbara looks -- "
"Looks like Barbara," interrupted Athena. "Now, stand back from the window. I want to check something before I let you three monsters in. That was very cruel what you did to Everett."
"He doesn't seem to mind a bit." Howie Underwood leered past Athena's shoulder at the two in the pool. "And we'll do no more'n he's doing. Talk and swim. It's a promise."
Athena tossed a quick glance at the pair in the water just as Barbara's climactic violence lifted her animated breasts in tantalizing display above the water surface. "Can't you do something about your... oh, your parts... before you come in?" Her voice was pretend despair, hoping to distract attention from the coital finale brief yards away.
"We could, but do we have to?" Howie rocked on his heels to let his hard-on pendulum brazenly. "It's part of our au nature! state, and we heard what you said to Ev. You want us just as we are."
"So, come on in. It'll be me and Barbara against you four in polo." She flipped the deadlock and the trio poured into the pool room, erect organs swaying awkwardly at rigid attention.
"Oughta make it two guys and a girl on each team for even sides, shouldn't we?" Howie grinned as Athena slapped his arm from its casual cupping at her back as they strolled to the pool.
"Two against four is fair when the four have added burdens to lug around," she snipped, flipping the ball to the outstretched hands of Daren Croft. The slender-bodied Croft, his excited penis leaping in the opposite direction from his jump for the ball, slipped to a knee, then tumbled into the water with a shout.
The splash slammed reality home to the still-joined Everett and Barbara. Holden reflexed in panicked withdrawal from the sweet cunty clamp, anxious to honor his pledge of secrecy from the start. A disappointed but appreciative Barb watched his powerfully muscled body cut away from her through the water.
"Going to be you and me against the apes!" squealed Athena as she swam to Barbara's side.. "You two have fun?" she whispered as she spun Barb toward the four already aligned at mid-pool.
"Gorgeous." Barbara caught the toss from Howie. "Like I'm ready for more. You've got to try him."
"Polo rules for two against four. Everybody quiet!" called Athena, sounding very much as she had in the exercise room. "For the record, anything goes in polo. Anything but scratching or hitting."
"How about holding?"
"No more'n two on one or it's a foul. Ready?"
She held the checkered ball arm high above the water.
"Ready!" chorused the four. Barbara saw three flesh spears wavering miragelike through the water. The fourth, which had so recently been part of her body, was already dangling in ominous extension from Everett's groin.
"Ready for anything?" Athena demanded, her face glowing with the excitement of a first-time adventure in the heart of the enterprise she had built. It was a total departure from the ground rules she had set for herself in creating Body Watchers, and it felt to the founder like a giant turning point in the whole program.
Barbara's own thoughts swirled through a last twinge of conscience as she watched the ball dance tantalizingly up and down from Athena's hand. Adultery with Everett Holden might be defensible and she felt no shame or conscience as a wife in the betrayal. Barry had asked for it and she had loved it. But now a burning compulsion. had her in an even hotter grip than just before her overture to Ev. Why not let go and play with all these beautiful erections? Why not propose it to Athena and then to Barry as the delightful difference in the new Body Watchers of Coral Gables? Diet... exercise... sex... highways to health!
"Go!" shrilled Athena, tossing the ball to Barb and diving beneath the surface at the same time.
Decision time for the female who till now had been the detached, if devastatingly exciting, leader of the exercise life of the four men. Athena knew the four had lusted for her as much as they had longed for body tone when they had come into Body Watchers a year before. Now what had been a tempting distance was about to be closed. It was her move and Athena knew it. Heart racing, she swam quickly underwater to the little cluster of aroused males grouped against Barbara's effort to score with the ball.
"Yow! Help! Guys!" Daren Croft gawked at his midsection just as dark hair closed against his front. He felt the vise of ,sweet warm lips on his prick. Simultaneously, the two at his sides yelped in surprise as Athena's hands grabbed undefended cocks.
Just that quickly she had almost immobilized the opposing team. Only one was free. Howie Underwood swam in furious pursuit of Barbara.
Blessing her years of discipline in breath control, Athena milked the cock trapped in her lips, turning gracefully under the surface to let a gawking Daren see her fellatio. The twisting forced the two whose pricks she held imprisoned in her fists to twist with her. Their eagerness to comply left no doubt of their want of whatever Athena wanted.
She munched and sucked in thirsty delight on Daren's organ, hurrying him to his finish so the first play would be without interruption for air. He gaped at the reality of a year-old dream he'd entertained in day-after-day self-play at the office. Athena Corvallis! Lips fasted to his cock, sucking him while he watched her take every crazy slurp.
"Ahhh... yehhh... yah!"
Wafting almost lazily from the tip of Edson Hill's discharging prick, gray-white semen shot into the pool waters as Athena's masturbation of her second victim hit peak. Even as Edson let it go, Ev Holden, whose prick had been scarcely hardened when Athena caught it with her other hand, tore himself free. She let him go, knowing the man wanted to save himself from a second too-quick orgasm, knowing what he really wanted was what she was giving Daren.
There was a 'pulsing tension of the man flesh between her lips as Athena felt the first wild drops of Daren's coming. She seized his slender body around the hips and dragged him closer to engulf as much of his thick, squablike prick as she could while he came. An odd animal cry sprayed from his lips as he let the ejaculation spray into Athena's Mouth.
In all his nine years of marriage, Daren's wife never had fellated him. He always had suspected girls thought it was a dirty act. Now the face of an angel and the fierceness of a tigress was attached to his phallus there beneath the water. Feeling the flood of years of repression swept away, Daren let his semen shower through Athena's sweet, carmine lips.
"My God, look at that!"
All eyes followed Ed Hill's incredulous stare as the muscle-beach perfection of Howie's body stormed into view, lurching up the wide tile steps at the shallow end of the pool. Attached to his nearly concealed cock was a maddened Barbara, writhing almost out of control on the deeply plunged prick.
"Help, Athena... Atheee... help me!" Her cry was almost convincing and Athena stumbled from the deep end of the pool and darted toward the brazenly strutting Hill.
"She doesn't need any help!" he roared happily. "She's still got the ball, see!"
He grabbed the shoulders cemented against his chest and pried her loose, forcing her away from his front. There clamped tightly to her middle, her arms crossed over it to protect it from theft, was the polo ball. It looked ridiculously incongruous -- an intruder in their already strange coitus. Whoever heard of walking copulation? Step by staggering step Hill paraded the impaled Barb toward the low diving board.
"Gonna show you how you steal a polo ball!" he yelled at the spellbound teammates, easing Barb's golden body gently over the carpeted board. "You bounce it out of her hands."
"Ohhh... " moaned a nearly delirious Barb, feeling herself pushed along the length of the diving board solely by virtue of the hardness of Howie's indriven cock. She was suddenly conscious of the eyes of Everett Holden, then of Ed Hill and of Daren and finally of Athena. All watching her copulation antics with another man.
"Watch me!" she hissed. "All of you stare at his penis pushing up my pussy. It won't do him any good. I won't give up my polo ball!"
The ceiling swam over her head and lights began turning in slow concentric circles as she gave over to her climax, feeling her head forced slowly past the tip of the board, then her shoulders and then more. Desperately wonderful feeling! The fantasy swept her that she was on a high cliff, being unfaithful and about to be pushed into pace at the instant of orgasm. "Ooohhh... let it happen!" she moaned.
Beneath her the board began a rhythmic rocking to the music of Howie's urgent coital thrusts. "That's not... not fair... " came her whispered moan as climax wiped out the last vestiges of coherent thought.
And at the edge of the pool a spellbound audience of four watched the final crescendo of her orgasmic embrace claim her playmate. As Howie let fly his load deep in the vagina of the fabulously stacked girl, she arched against his piston thrusts, graceful arms trailing far over the sides of the board, lovely face radiant with orgasmic frenzy, damp lengths of her golden hair trailing almost to the water, snaking and leaping to the bounce of her straining, torrid nudity.
"Ayyyeeehhhl" Howie clasped desperate arms around her as they toppled over the edge of the board into the water below.
Enflaming erotic madness to the sight of the two still writhing in delirious coital joy, even as they sank beneath the surface of the pool.
The three males clustered around Athena's side and watched the choreography of the sexually driven pair. Barbara's bronze tan and light hair gave her the appearance of a golden goddess who knew she was onstage. Her arms drifted limply as she floated downward, her legs loosened their scissors at Howie's waist and she bent in a deep crescent pierced at the middle by the grotesque hugeness of her partner's phallus.
Underwater everything about Howie seemed enlarged. His already superb masculature was bent deeply in opposite concave to Barbara's and the bone that linked their superlative bodies appeared easily six inches thick.
Athena looked from one to the other male. "You each 'are very special to me," she said softly. "You each now have the power to destroy all I've tried to make of Body Watchers. Do you have any idea what today means to me?"
"It means a very big step. We all know it." Ev cupped his arm across her shoulder. "You're with friends, you know. Back away from your big new idea, which we She, and we'll forget we had today."
"What will Janice say, Everett?"
"My wife loves you as a special person, Athena. That's why she never misses a diet lecture or an exercise class."
"Would she love hearing me ask you to lay me?"
"Honest, I don't know. But I love hearing it."
"Take me, Ev. Please!" She saw Barb leaving the water, holding Howie's hand and beckoned. "Barb, be with me. The way it was the other evening. You know what I need."
A strange, unreal aura surrounded the sextet as Athena caught Everett's brazenly jutting cock and dragged him with her to a tumbled pile of bath towels. Sinking down on her back, without a word she squirmed to a comfortable sprawl, sexy, indolent and inviting. Her arms reached for the man she wanted first. Ev needed no prodding.
It was more than he had counted on when, as he kneed through the valley of Athena's thighs, Barbara dropped to her side and stretched sensuously across the curve of Athena's hip.
"I know what will make you both even happier," she murmured, hefting the jutting cock with thumb and forefinger to angle it out of the way. "I want to lubricate you both."
"Oh, my god!" Ev's exclamation of delight echoed the stunned gasp of the others watching.
Barb's lips were less than an inch from Athena's labial cleft. Fully aware that everything she was daring was on full display, she tongued impudently and the audience saw the pink flesh dart spear through the dark slit into Athena's vagina. Caught in the adventure and unable to stop now even if she wanted, she licked slowly and deliberately, letting the onlookers see the saucy way she tongued sunshiny, pink pussy lips to and fro. Then she had to go farther.
Tender fingers spreading wide Athena's soft cunty cleft, she lifted her head and gave attention to the crimson cock crown poking eagerly into her blonde tresses. Ignoring Athena's moans for more attention, Barb licked and kissed the huge cap of Ev's prick. Lured to more by the taste, she admitted the crown, then munched happily on the darkening mushroom. His groan of delight cut short her sampling of the cock that had so recently been in her own passion pit.
"Look at what our leader has!" Barb's attention was focused on the wide-splayed cunty lips. There in proud tumescence stood a taut clitoris, visibly quivering on the threshold of wide-stretched pussy flesh. "Shall I kiss it?"
"Kiss it!" pleaded a distraught audience.
All eyes focused on the lovely face profiled to her voyeurs as Barb bent to her labor of love. Still leaving a whisper of space between her lips and the labia, she tongue-speared the stiffened clit. She stabbed and stabbed again and brought a shrill plea for more from. Athena when she stopped abruptly.
She tugged Everett's grossly distorted prick crown to the very ready cunty threshold. As the point of the crimson tip slithered through yielding passion lips, Barb licked feverishly, oiling the shaft with her saliva and lubing the lips of Athena's cunt to 'try to prepare it for Ev's hugeness.
The instant his penetration was started, Athena was in orgasm. Supple loveliness writhed and squirmed as she took inch after inch of the man's erection until finally she was totally impaled.
No one saw the rests between her climaxes, if there were any. She crested twice to Everett and twice more to the next in line.
Last and smallest of her playmates was Daren. She seemed to sense the uncertainty as she opened her arms to him. "I'm glad you're my dessert, Daren," she whispered. "Do you know you're the first man I ever sucked? You made me love come taste there in the pool. I want to remember today as Daren first and last."
A glow of fierce pride showed in the expression of the slender Croft. "You'll remember a lot of bigger rods than mine," he murmured apologetically, mounting and jamming hurriedly into her.
"Ohhh, you're crazy!" Her eyes rolled wildly as she took the full length of the man in one demanding thrust. "You don't need inches... just... just... oh, Goddd! Just that electricity and ... oh, I'm going to come... and... "
Croft gawked as his favorite fantasy of the past year came true. Just as her fellatio of him had been an impossible dream, so was her eagerness to copulate with him. Decades of insecurity and inferiority about his stature vaporized as Daren saw the unhinged wildness of Athena trapped in end-over-end climaxes. With him! Wanting, begging for his semen in her darling cunt!
"Take it... tuh... take it!" He humped in runaway orgasm into the well-fucked vagina which, for all its play, was still virgin tight, clutching feverishly for Daren's unrelenting love muscle.
And finally it was quiet in the pool room. Six spent playmates lay cuddled together, studying each other, toying idly, all waiting for someone to say something that would break the spell.
"It's only the beginning," Athena said finally. "I don't know where we're going with all this at Body Watchers, but I know we're going to do something huge. No one has. to stay if there are bad vibes." Her hand reached and found Barb's. "Now there are no secrets and I feel very good about that."
"Goes for all of us," muttered Everett Holden. "And I got a hunch-whatever you spring on us is going to go for all our wives." He leaned to kiss her slowly and fully on the mouth. "Thank you."
CHAPTER SIX
A disconsolate Barry slumped on the bench behind the pro shop. His hopes to be Coral Gables singles king in the adult division had just gone down the tube in the semi-finals.
Alone in the welcome shade, nursing the lime and soda, was where he wanted to be. Happily, the entire Gables Tennis Club filled the bleachers around Center Court One watching Dan Hitson barely holding out in his round.
Barry was sorry he hadn't listened to Barbara's pleading to be allowed to come watch. She had gone off to the meeting with Athena and maybe her pouting as she left him had jinxed what should have been an easy victory. Or maybe it was the redhead in the empty top row of temporary stands who shifted with his court shift every third game.
Flame-haired Milly had parked her sleek chassis deliberately in line of his vision on service. Every time he lofted the ball, if his eyes strayed to the bleachers, which was unheard of, there she was. Not in tennis gear, but in a tawny, flesh-colored bikini, devastatingly nude in appearance. No one else seemed to notice her -- but Barry had and it cost him. Double faults, poor lobs, terrible overshots.
"You were rotten," whispered the voice from the back window of the pro shop. "Come in out of the heat"
"Huh?" He straightened and stared at the partially opened window. "What the hell are you doing in the Hitson's quarters, Milly?"
"Cooling all of me off. They won't need it for an hour, but I do. You actually started to get hard over me out there. I knew you would. Come talk to me."
Nothing sounded sweeter than that crazy idea to a besieged Barry Brant, under assault from runaway imagination and a wilder libido. He had been plagued by his thoughts. Thoughts of the fantastic feel of the stolen copulation with Athena and wanting more of it. Thoughts of what he'd seen Milly doing with the tennis pro days before and of the way he'd exhibited himself to the delicious redhead while she made it with Hitson. That's why he'd blown his chance in the tournament. After days of not even seeing the Forbes witch, she suddenly turned up to hassle him in that next-to-nothing bikini.
He shoved from the bench and rounded the corner of the pro shop. When he slipped through the screen door the warning bell reminded him of how he got into this crazy quilt pattern of behavior.
"That was a damned dirty trick out there," he snapped as he pushed past the beaded room divider into the semi-darkness. "You wanta go naked, there's a nudist colony in Fort Lauderdale."
"It got you here," cooed Milly, scrooching into a bronzed nude ball of desirable female flesh atop the cot's dark spread. "I dare you to do it again."
"Do what?"
"Masturbate. Like you did watching me and Danny get it off, Do you like jerking off with a girl watching you, Barry?" Her fingers found his zipper as he reached the side of the cot.
"Love it," he growled. "Do it all the time."
She let the tennis briefs drop from his hips and stared at the way his swollen cock and loaded balls filled his jockey elastic. "That's gorgeous!" Very slowly she dragged the top down, forcing the hard-on in a painful diagonal downward till it spewed savagely into view. Dancing, leaping, surging skyward, the phallus was like an animal apart from its owner.
Milly's fingers found the rippling steel of the barrel and traced the protruding vein along the top. "A foot long if it's an inch," she murmured. "Arthur would kill me."
"Huh?" Her thoughts of her banker hubby seemed weirdly out of place. "Your buddy, Danny boy, would probably kill us both."
"I can't help it, Barry." She tugged his horny handle and he nudged closer to the cot's edge. "I know you love your wife and probably won't look at me again, but I've got to try yours. It's fantastic!" Her lips tracked around the darkening mushroom crown, blood-filled from the vise her hand kept on the shaft. "Can I see if I can give you more head?"
"About to explode right now!" he gagged, carried away by the passion in her probing kiss of the eyelet of his cock.
She licked slowly and tortuously around the wide corona, dragging the foreskin far back to contort the cap in distended outrage. Her tongue deviled the million nerves under the protruding ledge, then snaked across the dark, satiny surface of the glans to poke impudently into the eyelet.
He gawked at the squirming excitement of her body. If she wasn't as firm or as wildly proportioned as Barbara, Milly made up for it in exuberance. Her body English was plain. Every wriggly muscle and curve was a golden invitation to copulate. Flame-red hair cascaded across smoothly turned shoulders and a sprinkle of unexpected freckles decorated her cute nose with a disarming childlikeness.
Her full lips puckered in an insolent pout as she studied the burgeoning cock crown. "You're much too big for little me," she complained. "I'm just going to have to make you shoot your load on my outside."
Nibbling, munching, siphoning, she tortured the partially buried prick cap. Deep in his gut Barry could feel the magnet pull of her lips, sucking, claiming, demanding his offering. She felt the electricity building in his groin even before he did, and her head tilted slightly. Now she was looking up his front directly into his eyes as she sucked more feverishly. The fingers clutching his cock barrel stroked in maddening concert to her fellatio.
"Guh... goin... doll... look out!"
His warning was a fractured second ahead of the blast of semen. Storming into her oral pit, spattering fiercely against the roof of her mouth and drizzling warmly to her throat, Barry's come cannonaded. As she took the last of his ejaculation, her arms swept around his thighs to drag him down to the cot beside her.
They lay facing each other for a few breathless moments. He saw a little drool of semen edging from the corner of her mouth, but when he tried to. reach to wipe it, she slapped his hand away. He smiled as her tongue snaked to collect the trickle of his come and she sighed in contented resignation..
"I'm sorry if you think I'm queer. I love to swallow it in stages. Make it last longer. I almost died when you shot your load on the floor the first time I saw this thing!" Her hand groped between them and found the resurging phallus.
A roar from the bleachers a hundred yards away reached into the room and a loud speaker monotoned, "Service break to Mr. Hitson. Four games to three."
"The match is going to be over pretty quick." Barry pried loose of her snug embrace and started to roll from the side of the cot. "We better break it up. Hitson would like nothing better than to have something on us."
"May I tell you something? I don't really care." She made no effort to keep him with her, but crossing her arms behind her head and stretching sexily on the dark spread, she watched him reach for his shorts. "I'm going to lie right here when you leave and let them find me."
"C'mon, Milly!" He tugged a resisting elbow to end her tease. "You know Naomi would scratch your eyes: out if she found you like this in her shop."
"Let her find us both like this." Her eyes were calm and unblinking as they fixed on his. "I think sex is the healthiest thing people do and the more the better."
"Not if they're caught at it by a jealous wife or a banker husband who can be ruined by a scandal."
She sniffed contemptuously. "It's the danger that makes it healthy! You really don't understand, do you? Like when you were peeking at me and Danny making out, you were terribly guilty jerking off when I caught you. But it felt good, didn't it?"
"Well... shoot... that's -- "
"That's the whole point!" she interrupted excitedly. "Shoot! Like come shoot. You really shoot when your. blood is pumping like crazy and your adrenalin is all fired up and your body is all tensed and your muscles are contracting and expanding and going isometric bananas. That's the healthiest thing you do for yourself and that's sex. Far as I'm concerned, sex anyway anyhow is the greatest for health."
Her logic stabbed deeply into Barry's defenses and he sagged to the edge of the cot, staring at her questioningly. "You telling me that sneak sex is good for people? I mean, all that guilt and everything?"
"Guilty pilty!" She stretched languorously across the sheet and her hand drifted across the rise of her breasts, then down the slope of her rib cage to rest low on her body. "That day you caught me with Danny you were out on the court ten minutes after you got your jollies showing me your super cock sneaky style. Don't tell me you felt guilty or played bad tennis because you'd just stolen some kicks for yourself."
He shrugged in. agreement. "You're right. I didn't feel guilty. In fact, when you caught me frigging it made me damned proud. Maybe I'm an exhibitionist or maybe I got a death wish."
Her mood abruptly softened and her eyes were dark wide circles as she glanced from his face to his resurgent erection, then back to his face again. "What was your one thought when you decided to let go and let it all hang out?"
"I didn't give a damn, that's what. I have a lot of sex in me and I'm proud of it. I even liked the kooky feel it gave me to beat it like some teenage kid while I watched you two make love. You were stealing sex behind your husband's back and I was out of my skull wanting in."
Her fingers crept over the top of his thigh and stroked the turbulent cock shaft. "You've got so much to show off! Lord, it's a monster again already!"
"That's what I mean about an exhibitionist streak. Don't get me wrong. I don't go flagging it at little girls. But I get really grabbed by seeing others making love. Especially if it's kind of stolen love, like you with Danny, and his wife Naomi almost right outside the door."
"Haven't you ever stolen from Barbara?"
He flushed and nodded. "Just a few days ago. She was right outside the door of the room and just about to come in when I was that kind of damned fool. First time in our marriage, too, and that's the truth."
Milly shuddered with excitement and an errant auburn lock spilled across her forehead. It was Barry who reached to brush it back and looking her in the eye, he went on, "I couldn't stop. I had to shoot my load whatever it cost and I let it fly."
"With that kind of kicks, how come what I saw you do?"
"The exhibitionist bit? Who knows? I couldn't barge in on Danny-boy's play with you, and face it, I'm probably egotistical about my size. Think I'm an adolescent throwback if you want, but I really wanted to show you what you were missing, by having him instead of me."
"Ooohhh, you darling! I love adolescent throw-backs! Can't stand the way Dan is so lecherously sure of himself. Now, what's this about death wish?"
"Hell, that's just a figure of speech. But like when Barb almost caught me or like being here and likely to get nailed by the Hitsons, if we don't get the hell out of their room, that gives me a charge I can't resist. Like right now."
He twisted to his side and drew her trembling, enticing nudity to him, his bonelike cockflesh ram-rodding through the parting of her thighs and grinding against the soft and yielding curve of her pudendum.
She ground impatiently to force him to change the angle of attack of his blunt-tipped love spear and cram it into her yearning vagina, but he tortured her through agonizing seconds. His fingers toyed through tumbling lengths of red hair, then traveled to her chin to tilt her face up to his. Their lips met and his tongue darted in stiffened impudence to devil her oral port, he writhed artfully to present the fiercely swollen cock crown against her warm pussy cleft.
"Fuck me!" she hissed, suddenly out of patience when the glans cap nudged just barely through the outer labia, then hesitated. "Fuck me, you cute little jerk-off kid! Do it or I'll die!"
* * *
"Great game, Dan!" praised one of the pro's students as Hitson bent at the net's edge to collect his towel and rackets. "You really cut him up!"
"Thanks . gotta run." Hitson' broke away from the collection of admirers closing in and loped away with an appreciative wave.
Milly hadn't been in the stand during his match, but he'd seen her in that godawful nothing bikini watching Brant's semifinal. No wonder the poor slob lost, with what Hitson had seen of Milly's performance, shifting from end to end whenever Brant changed courts. Sly bitch! Kept herself out of view of the low bleachers, but right where Brant had to see if his glance wandered off court. And it must have, judging by the number of double faults Brant served.
It meant one thing to Hitson. Competition for Milly, and coming right after the word from Naomi. His wife had meant it when she said she was leaving him the night before. When she didn't show for his semifinal competition, which she'd never missed in years, he was convinced. This time she really intended a permanent break. Good news till he saw the behavior of the woman he'd turned on to. Milly Forbes was already hot for new meat.
Hitson darted into the pro shop, easing closed the door and feeling the grab of mounting suspicion when he saw that the shop bell had been disconnected. There was silence from the room beyond and he stared at the semi-darkness uncertainly. It had to be Milly's tease. She was in there waiting for him and the bit in the stands earlier was just her put-on to needle his jealousy. Hitson was sure it was only that.
With the uncomfortable feeling he was an intruder in his own shop, he eased his rackets to the counter top and began to strip. Why he had to, he didn't try to reason. This was his domain. Beyond that beaded screen divider was his domain, too, and he was going to claim it. It had to be Milly waiting for his loving.
"Keerist,, I can't hold it!" Barry's cry boomed from the bedroom just as Hitson, naked and partially aroused by his expectation, reached the divider.
With a jungle fury turning words into gagging rage, the pro charged into the room and flung' himself at the pair copulating on his day cot. One unforgettable split-second sight grabbed him just before he impacted. Milly in all her sizzling, writhing wantonness was at the height of her orgasm.
He never had seen her climax with such female frenzy in the many times they had made love. Her face was turned toward his squalling rush across the room, but there was no fear in her eyes when she saw him. Eyes dilated with runaway ecstasy sparkled as she ground her gorgeous curves at Brant.
Her hair was in crimson, glorious disarray against the white sheet. Her breasts were in white heat, exploding brazenly upward toward lips nibbling at their taut nipples, even as her playmate fucked into her.
Battle fever stormed Hitson as he flung himself across Brant's shoulders and swung a chopping blow from the side under Barry's undefended chin. A terrified Milly, her climax savagely interrupted by the violent separation of Barry's phallus from her vagina, shrieked outrage at the vicious assault on her unprepared lover.
The two men, still somehow on the cot, were at each other in naked, kill fury. Wrestling for a lethal hold, pummeling and pounding, unaware of the female body caught in the middle of their combat.
The whisper of time it took ancient feminine desire for the male in erection to seize her, was all the time Milly needed. Torn from simple rage to wildly driven curiosity at penises that stayed outrageously swollen, even as Brant and Hitson tried to kill each other, she acted.
"Aw, nawhhh! Don't! Ya damned witch!" shrilled Dan Hitson as he felt the frenzied clutch of her fist yank furiously on his prick shaft.
"Hey ... goddammmmitt!" Barry . arched in uncontrolled reflex as her other hand locked around his cock and ripped at it with feverish strokes.
"Both of you, stop! Stop! STOP!" Her clasping, determined pumping accompanying the demand brought the war between the two to a trembling interruption. "Look at yourselves! Just look at the mess you've made of yourselves."
The trickle of blood from Dan's nose was matched by a laceration along Barry's jaw where Hitson's first blow had caught him. Milly, never releasing her grip on the soaring cocks in her hands, propped herself up on her elbows and squirmed to better position.
"It's all over these," she sighed, looking from one erection to the other in pretended disdain. "And it's crazy! There's plenty of love in me for both."
Mischief danced in green eyes as she tossed her head to flip away the lock of flame red hair that wouldn't stay out of her face. "Fact, there's love enough to take you nuts same time, same channel, same way."
"Meaning what?" growled Barry, glaring across a vision of tempestuous breasts and hardened nipples at the bastard he liked least of all the bastards he knew.
"Meaning I want to suck two male sex organs at once." Without appearing to hear the instant protest from both, she dragged impatiently at the lust-driven cocks angling from them like crossed swords before her pretty lips.
She seemed unaware there was anything in her life but two long, hot firebrands of very horny male sex flesh. Her intrigued audience of two watched as she brushed first Dan's bright red glans across her lips, then tongued saucily at Barry's. "Ooohhh, it has us on it!" she giggled, licking carefully at the glisten of their mingled come.
"I know just what I want!" she exclaimed when there was no protest from the hypnotized on-lookers at her dual genital play. "Want a double-barreled suck!"
Her body contorted in luscious eagerness as she wriggled to the new position. Kneeing their legs apart, she made a valley for her kneeling between them. Then tugging with ruthless unconcern at the possibility that she could tear the cocks from their torsos, she forced them to a snug side-by-side, totally vulnerable to her wishes.
"Beautiful!" she praised, squeezing prick crowns that had ballooned even more ominously in the common prison of her cunt. Both were trapped in the interlocking of delightfully feminine fingers. For the first time Barry noticed the lethal length of her delicately manicured nails. With an impatient swipe, she could rip strips of distended flesh from their prized possessions and leave them helpless and bloodied. Instead, she wanted another kind of helplessness and knew how to get it.
"Suck you both... suck you both... " she chanted softly as she kissed their organs.
Her tongue washed warm saliva over the darkening crowns, then chased the saliva as it drooled down the shafts. Munching the washboard ripple of the stems and sponging the moisture from them, her tongue was a darting fire.
"Two for the show!" Her mouth opened wide at the curve of the conical tips and they felt warm, enticing breath on the moist, totally maddened caps. She engulfed only the top edge of the hypersensitized crowns, milked lightly and tentatively at the tightly clasped playthings, then smiled devilishly into their owners' eyes.
"You both taste too good to be true."
Her tongue swirled across the broad, satiny surface and the men groaned.
"Gonna be a simultaneous suck-off! The one to hold off longest is the winner of my teeny tiny playpen!"
A cascade of brilliant red hair tumbled wildly as she nuzzled and noodled the maniacally inflamed cocks. Not to he deprived of the show of her suck frenzy, both men grabbed handfuls of her lovely hair and pressed it to the sides of her head to give them a perfect view of her performance.
It was jungle animal and it was sweet girl in the same instant. The sprinkle of cute freckles across the bridge of her nose seemed in childlike contrast to the mature female mouth at work on the formidable, bristling pricks. Bold, white and demanding, the swollen organs drove into her lips and now both mushroom-shaped crowns were out of sight in her mouth, whipping Milly's thirst to suck and suck till they would be able to stand it no longer.
There was a feverish glint in Dan Hitson's eye as he felt himself going and fought it. He threw a desperate glance at his unwanted partner to Milly's play and saw what looked like loss of control in Barry's expression. Tightening his gut against the bubbling insistence of his loins to let fly, Hitson groaned in a last-ditch frenzy to hold off.
A pleasure-maddened shudder racked the possessed Milly as she felt the pulsing start in both men at once. They were synchronized in perfect response to her fellatio, both about to come simultaneously! Uncaring for the joyful pain her queezing frenzy caused, almost wishing she really could rip the pretty things-off their fronts and keep them hard forever, she clutched fiercely and stroked in eager accompaniment to her sucking.
"Ayyyeehhh!" The bullish roar broke from Dan's mouth at the same second that Barry arched in climax paralysis.
"Oh, Godddd! Look!" Eyes dancing in happy victory, Milly spewed the discharging erections into the air and pumped the slippery shafts in runaway passion, driven with a desperate want to watch the gray-white semen leap at her. In a curiously competitive barrage, the ejaculations shot high, then higher in bolts of sparkling silver. Her face radiant with sheer rapture at the explosions she had caused, she stared open-mouthed at the rain shower. Droplets pelted her forehead and shone in her hair and some spattered across her lips and into her mouth.
"Ohhh... love it... love it!" she moaned, wilting across the suddenly quieted forms and letting go the softening penises.
In a quiet, almost motionless bundle of tanned bodies and beautifully toned muscles, the three lay together for five... seven... eight minutes. Under her thighs Milly felt the new movement begin. Stretching, elongating, thickening, the organs were on the move again. She squirmed slightly, as if to move away, but the men trapped her from leaving her position sprawled across them.
"I'll mash the poor things," she murmured, feeling the cocks ripening to club portions beneath her.
"You may wish you had," warned Barry, punching his partner on the shoulder. In an odd camaraderie forced by Milly's appetites, the tennis pro seemed tolerable now and Barry's turn in mood took Hitson at the same time. The notion grabbed them both to give Milly something new in her sex life just the way she had forced them.
"You hear what I heard before she did us that way, buddy?"
"You mean that bit about who lasts longest gets her teeny tiny playpen?" Barry chuckled ominously. "So, what do we do? She brought us off together. You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Danny Hitson wriggled under the rapped package of puzzled female, easing his frame to position at her front, leaving Barry to feel the warm shapeliness of her ass cheeks.
"Hey, pardner... what's comin' down? You're not figuring to have her teeny tiny all to yourself, are you?"
"Gotta a better idea?"
"Damned good and right!"
Barry grabbed and twisted unceremoniously as Milly made a not very serious attempt to struggle free. His body wriggled quickly down the curve of her tail. Suddenly, with an urgency that told the redhead neither man was pretending, she felt the nudge of two knobby cock crowns against her trembling vulva lips. From fore and aft the nuts were going to fuck into her vagina!
"You'll kill me!" gasped Milly, caught up in the mad experiment and knowing that for all the tightness of hoer vagina the female had fantastic stretchability. "You'll split me in two!".
"What a way to go!," chorted Dan, glad that Barry had the longer rear shot at a coital hook-up and letting him get first thrust into the palpitating twat.
Waiting only till the larger man was liplodged under, the cunty cleft, Dan rammed eagerly into the stretching labia cleft. Milly was instantly in orgasmic convulsions, her clitoris mashed by the crush of cock flesh. Whose didn't matter. She was in orbit. Every erogenous point of her possessed body was on fire from the two-way invasion. Once in, her playmates were demanding and possessive only so far as her gasps of joy told them she was enjoying the game.
She moaned in end-over-end orgasm, each climax forcing the sweet love flesh of er' vagina to admit more of the prodding, invading pricks. And once more, just as when they had been her captives in oral play, Dan and Barry felt the simultaneous building of volcanic eruption deep in their guts.
"Wild!" gagged Barry. "Gonna take it, doll!"
"Younger generation!" panted Dan. "No stinking self-control!"
He ramrodded impetuously, stuffing more of himself into the 'welcoming passion of her body and feeling the start of his discharge flooding. "Yahhh... guh... gonna... "
In a clasping, straining melee of arms and legs, three bodies carved around the focus of their frenzy, the trio made a strange coital tableau as orgasm paralysis locked them all motionless for an ecstasy-frozen second.
Then the semen was rushing. Ejaculating from two explosive cocks into one possessed vagina, flooding Milly with an incredible lightness as she felt the pelting urgency of their love juice mingling with her happiness.
"Wow! I can't be all one girl," she moaned when they disengaged and lay cupped to either side of her lightly trembling body. "Something must have given, but I feel beautiful."
Barry bent across her hip and his fingers stroked gently across the curve of her pubes. "Little puffy, but no damage I can see. What do you think, Danny? You're closest. You better make a thorough check for damages."
As he nuzzled the soft auburn down of her pubic triangle, then kissed the buttersoft flesh of her labia, Dan felt the headiness of discovery. For years he'd been the loner. Sex had been a combination of conquest of the female and of proving his masculinity. In less than an hour a three-way romp had given him a new point of view. It all seemed centered in the cute, little love cleft less than a breath away.
He fingered the sweet pussy slit and let his tongue follow his finger tip. He never had in his years of loving orally explored a female. There was a sort of electric eroticism to the pressure of his tongue tip against the flanges of her vulva. He licked tentatively, then more determinedly. Milly's smooth hips began to move in helpless rotation to the music of his cunnilingus.
Immobilizing her with firm gentle hands, he burrowed more aggressively to focused torture on the taut sheath of her clit. The first and only time he'd licked Naomi's clitoris, she had turned him off. Not so now.
Mills had been bombarded with semen and bathed in love sweat by their three-way play. But there was a passionate sweetness to her cunty fragrance and it whipped his thirst to probe deeper.
"Danny... dub... Danny... I love it! LOVE IT!" She clutched the sides of his head and held him lightly to his play, fighting the urge to force his. mouth hard against her pussy lips, Barry slipped from the edge of the bed and hurried into his things as the frenzy pyramided in Milly. A sharp, piercing cry and she peaked to the cunnilingus, then a slow quieting of their bodies as the paroxysm passed.
"Gotta go," he murmured when she looked across her shoulder at the sounds of his dressing. "Listen, you two... thanks for, well... hell! Why don't you come on down by Body Watchers in a day or two? Got some big new things happening that you characters would find damned interesting."
"Such as?" Hitson separated from Milly and slipping over the edge of the cot, sat sprawled in spent exhaustion.
"Come have a look. It's different." Barry hurried from the shop, grateful that no club members were loitering around the porch of the pro shop. Something told him that he had taken one more new step toward the new Barry Brant. He wanted time to absorb the feeling.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"What the devil is Show and Tell?" demanded Arthur Forbes, slumping deeper into the soft comfort of his seat. "Sounds like a class of kindergarteners."
Milly leaned prettily across the thick naugahyde arm separating them and pecked her husband on the cheek. "I don't know any more than you, Arthur. Just that Barry Brant sent us a special invite to this experimental night at Body Watchers to introduce us."
"Better be different," grumbled Forbes. "All these health clinics are the same. Lot of potbellies talking diet."
She patted the flatness of Arthur's gut' affectionately. "Least you aren't potbellied. And you know why you're so cynical about new things? You hate banking. Every day's the same, so you knock everything else. You even knock tennis and you've never even tried it. You knock Barry and Barbara Brant and you've never seen them."
Arthur interlaced fingers behind his head and stared silently at the room around him. No way to duck the truth of Milly's barb. He'd had a bellyful of banking and precious little fun. Didn't know how to have fun any more, he told himself. He glanced at the beauteous redhead next to him. She was so completely at ease with the others around them, even without knowing them any more than he did.
Forbes had refused at first to be any part of this group that Milly wanted to join. It really turned him off when she told him the garb of the evening. Bathing suits! No more. It sounded like volleyball, swimming and all the YMCA stuff he'd chucked twenty years before. Only one thing got Arthur off his tail and down to the Body Watchers building with his wife. His vanity.
"Please, Art!" she'd pleaded. "You're thirty-six and look twenty, even if you only push paper all day. Let me show you off at least once. It has to be couples."
"I'll look like an ass walking in off the street in my swim trunks. That's downtown Coral Gables, Mills. Two blocks from my bank."
"So, we'll wear clothes like normal. I'm sure they've got a place to change. Body Watchers has a gym and pools and -- "
"Okay, okay." Forbes had surrendered with a grimace of pretended disgust. Actually it gave him an opening back to being friends with his wife, he decided, remembering the build-up of years of separate worlds.
"This room is the lecture hall and demonstration center. Barry and Barb say we're probably going to be shocked, but we'll love the leader."
"Who's she?"
"Athena Corvallis. She started the whole thing and got the Brants into it. They've got quite a bit of money riding on Body Watchers."
Forbes looked with banker expertise around the softly lit lecture hall. "Got about twenty thou in this room, I'd guess." He appraised the gold and black floor-to-ceiling drapes, the crimson carpeting and the curious setting on the raised stage. Great colored mattresses the size of wrestling mats were scattered about the floor and at the left of center stage was a podium and a cluster of chairs.
"Place is filling up," he muttered to Milly, always uncomfortable with strangers, but doubly so in his scanty swim wear.
"Barry said there'll be about thirty couples. We're all married types tonight." Milly was quietly studying the others who had arrived as they talked. All people interested in the body beautiful and all wearing little, but very comfortable in what they showed of pretty bodies.
A strange expectancy seemed to fill the place and the aura of sexuality was inescapable. It was to be an introduction of the new Body Watcher theme, and most of the group were already members.
"Good evening, Body Watchers." The voice came from the wing of the raised stage as Athena Corvallis emerged from the shadows, wearing the lavaliere mike and little else. "Welcome to Show and Tell."
Deep in Arthur Forbes' gut there was an electrifying grab. He stared at the dark-haired goddess striding in long legged. high-heeled near-nudity toward the podium. A satin cape flowing open at her shoulders to her heels accented her fabulous body. Everyone around him seemed to accept her breathtaking display of female wealth on near total exhibition in the string bikini as though it were a matter of course. Almost instantly Forbes felt an urgency in his loins that threatened to embarrass him publicly with a bulge in his swim trunks.
Whatever his self-consciousness, there was no way he could take his eves off the superbly carved shape of the leader of Body Watchers. Every torrid, nubile curve of her, from impudent breasts to wide hips to saucy buttocks, was an invitation to Arthur Forbes to speculate. How would she be in bed?
He shrank deeper into the soft chair that itself seemed all Dart of the sensual milieu he had let Milly draw him to. There was no way he could not focus on those very visible points pressing against Athena's tight halter. Why would she have such nipple arousal when she was about to lecture on something entirely nonsexual? Forbes crossed his legs and felt the pain of his trapped and swelling penis as it tried to force its way to freedom.
"You're all wondering about the new look we've been whispering about for Body Watchers." Providentially for Arthur Forbes, Athena moved behind the podium obscuring all her fantastic body below the shoulders. "First off, our new look is only for those interested in daring what others may disapprove."
"We'll still have the swim clubs, the junior execs and the business and professional women's exercise classes and all the saunas and specialty classes... and of course forever Body Watchers diet lectures!"
A generalized groan moved from the regulars in the audience and Athena crinkled her nose disdainfully at the sound. She was a very personable, female, thought Forbes, checking his wife's profile and breathing relief that Milly was completely absorbed in Athena's words. At least the fact that he, Mr. Cool Banker, was disturbed hadn't been noticed.
"You've got to admit, class, that watching your food intake has paid off in pounds off for all of you." She turned toward the wing and beckoned dramatically. "It certainly has for these two. In case you haven't already, meet the Brantsl They're my new partners and it's Barbara Brant who cooked up the show-and-tell look for Body Watchers. But just look at what BW has done for them."
"Ye Gods!" muttered a shaken Arthur Forbes, gaping at the newest arrivals on stage. "Now I understand show-and-tell."
Clad in a crimson net bikini that did no more than barely blur the nude truth underneath, Barbara moved in high-heeled grace onto the stage, followed by a willing Barry in rivieras of the same bright red knit. A transparent white chiffon full length cape accented Barb's dramatic contouring.
"Aren't they beautiful!" said Athena enthusiastically, stepping from behind the podium's shelter and moving to entwine an arm through Barry's and walk her partners over to center stage.
"I swear the man's bothered!" chuckled a suddenly relaxed Arthur. Another male in difficulty would take the sweat of self-consciousness from him, and there was no doubt that Brant was either getting it up or else was super hung. It didn't matter which. Body Watchers had suddenly become a very interesting and damned different environment than Forbes' world of banking. He liked the difference.
"Our great new era!" announced Athena, remaining away from the cover of her podium and smiling up at Barry and Barb. "It is designed to make some of us longer and others of us, like me, taller so I don't have to stretch to kiss this man!"
"Zowiee!" muttered Forbes as he gawked at the unembarrassed open intimacy between the three onstage. Only briefly, but very suggestively, Athena's shapely front brushed Barry's chest as she kissed him deliberately on the lips.
To the watching newcomer, it was the wife's easy acceptance of the little by-play that was surprising. Barbara's arm circled Barry's waist possessively, but when She watched her man kiss another woman, she was smiling happily. No jealousy there at all. Odd, thought Forbes, who every day walked in a world of jealousy and personal suspicion himself.
He glanced at Milly. She had raved about the Brants and he had once again suspected a liaison. Rumors were forever floating across his desk at the bank about Milly's extramarital life. He'd fought the suspicions down every time till the last.
It was the phone call from the tennis pro's wife. Naomi Hitson had been very convincing. Milly must have been involved to build that kind of hate from Mrs. Hitson. All part of his reason for surrendering to what had sounded like a lousy idea when Milly promoted their coming tonight.
Now Forbes was delighted he'd tagged along. At least it was a fantastic show of female wealth. And a pretty incredible show of male bravado, if that blossoming under the new red rivieras meant anything.
He tossed a glance at Milly and there was no doubt that his wife was more intrigued by the state of Barry Brant's rivieras than by the impetuous hug Athena was bestowing on Barbara.
"I love these two people!" The dark-haired devastator in the white mini-bikini flung an arm around the trim waists of the husband/wife now at either side of her. "They're my god and goddess of bodies perfect and idea healthy."
Her arms tightened slightly behind the backs of her favorite people and Barb and Barry knew a step of big courage was coming for her. What she was about to introduce, to people who scarcely knew each other, was a revolutionary new idea that could flush Body Watchers straight down the tube.
"All of you have listened to me preach diet and muscle toning for as long as you've been in B.W. We're adding a third plank to our total program for you tonight and bear with me. I love it. I believe in it. And I'm terrified that I will anger some of you and you'll leave us."
Athena took a deep breath to gather courage for her next words. It was when she ducked her head to collect the nerve that she saw and grabbed the inspiration. Barry Brant was developing an erection.
There before an audience of at least seventy-five people he didn't even know, Barry was losing ,control. And there wasn't a sign of a tremor or a show of self-consciousness as his red net rivieras began to bulge ominously.
"I'm going tonight to introduce you, my friends, to the third plank of Body Watchers. We'll still have more and better diet control, a continuing emphasis on muscle toning and these things will still be central all week long. But on the weekends!" Athena glanced at her wristwatch and smiled at the members. "Thank God, it's Friday! On the weekends, starting tonight, we will stress for the volunteers in our new program sexercises and fiesta. There'll be three days when this East Wing of the Body Watcher Building will be only for you who want this program. Three days of feasting and funning, following Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays of fasting and firming."
She turned to Barbara and her fingers trembled at the bold display she was about to offer the spectators. "Are we crazy?" she whispered in last-minute desperation, even as she fingered the bow that held Barbara's chiffon cape.
"We're all beautiful," murmured Barbara. "Please show them me, so I can show them you."
"And we're both still ,going to show them Barry?" Athena's normally regal calm was dissipating and Barb's fingers caught her friend's hand and guided it back to the bow.
Intense watching silence from the assembly of spellbound onlookers beyond the stage. The white chiffon veil floated from Barbara's shoulders and Athena caught a handful of light blonde hair and lifted it aside to give her access to the halter snaps.
"My gosh, that's wild!" muttered Janice Holden, catching the glitter in hubby Everett's eye as the red net covering Barbara's fantastic breasts fell away. Bared in all their sunburst beauty, the gorgeous boobs thrust in happy, hard-nippled pride.
Quickly, lest she lose her courage, Athena fingered the snap at the hip of Barb's net panties. Unexpected hands were at the string ties of her own halter and Athena smiled gratefully up into Barry's face. With the warm sureness of his fingers barely brushing her shoulder blades as he tugged, courage came back to Athena.
Not a male in the audience of fascinated mates was as he had been moments before. Every penis, stirred by the appearance of the two girls on stage, was in tempest as sleekly sensual Athena of the long legs and the wide hips and the provocatively perky breasts melted against an incredibly voluptuous Barbara.
A sexy tumble of long, lovely blonde hair trailed across one shoulder and curled under the luscious prominence of a rich breast as Barbara drew the torrid nudity of Athena close to her, then reached to include Barry into their embrace.
Electric expectancy tingled through the crowd when almost casually Barbara fingered the top edge of her husband's rivieras. His erection, fully developed, yet still trapped in the stretchable net, appeared an incongruous shaft jutting in rigid immensity under the cover.
"Take it off!" came the breathless murmur from someone in the audience.
It was only a distant whisper, but it was the difference in courage-making in a tremulous Barbara. "Part of our new program for these three days is going to be absolute total honesty. It's going to start with touch dynamics. It has to start with you and something like this. You all watch, because you're going to dare touch dynamics yourselves in just a few moments."
The red net slid slowly from Barry's hips and the massive congestion of hardened cock underneath traveled down, still trapped beneath the material. Finally the rivieras reached the base of his pubes where the agonized shaft joined his groin. With maddening deliberateness, Barbara pulled her man's cover slowly downward and inch by inch the monstrosity of his bludgeon-like cock began to show.
White, thick, ripe and ready.
"I can't believe this is happening," whispered Janice Holden to her hubby, fascinated by his staring at the two nudes onstage. "I do believe you're bigger, Ev. Ev, are you listening?" she hissed, her hand worming under his to confirm the state of his loins.
"I'm listening," he muttered, remembering his poolside drama with the two a few short days before and wondering if all this sprang from that.
There was a collective gasp from males as well as females when the bright red coronal ring of Barry's cock stormed into view. The savage leap and bounce of the freed organ was release for stopped-up nerves. There before them were three fabulously wealthy bodies -- nude, desirable and tantalizingly aroused. The taut and pointing nipples of both Barb and Athena said as much about their state as did Barry's soaring phallus.
The indirect light from behind the ceiling moulding dimmed and the lecture hall seemed to compress and become more intimate. With sensuous grace the last of the light blurred and became darkness and now only one small spotlight was on the three figures on stage. Only their faces showed clearly and there was a hush as the onlookers wondered what the expressions meant.
Barbara's head tilted upward and her eyes closed. Her mouth made an oval and her lips appeared to be pouting. To those nearest it appeared she was in the grip of a powerful sexual emotion. But even close to the trio it was impossible to see any clear definition below the upper body. For the spellbound audience that was enough.
The action from center stage had been carefully planned to present the new life of Body Watchers as an irresistible idea to the carefully chosen couples. As the lights went low onstage and darkness hid the faces beyond the edge of the platform, Barry's part in the program started. He was ready. Public copulation with his wife! A chance to show the world Barbara's radiance as she reached orgasm.
No words. No moans. No sound at all came as he bent her slightly, then angled his brimming phallus through soft and spreading labial flesh. Her eyes told him briefly before they closed, how his initial penetration felt. She was tigress possessed! Then her long dark lashes closed to obscure any easy messages from Barry's view.
Her body telegraphed the feelings as he prodded deeper and still deeper. Her vagina had that same snug clasp, that same mysterious sort of quicksand clutching he had felt for five years. But she was different.
He looked into the loveliness of her face and saw the little things that told him she was brinking on orgasm. The dilated nostrils, the light flush of color in her cheeks, that shortness or breath. But still no sound of rapture. Just as planned and practiced.
"Are they doing what I think?" whispered a stunned Arthur Forbes. staring at the darkness. "That is purely beautiful!"
Milly's fingers found her husband's and squeezed in the passion of new discovery. This was the man she had lost to Gables Savings and Loan six years earlier. This was the first time ever she remembered Art making a comment about sex away from their bedroom.
Onstage the light that was focused on Barbara's beautiful face abruptly faded. An involuntary groan burst from the rapt audience. Not a bawdy outcry. It was the sound Athena had been. hoping for. Loss. A want to see more. To see confirmed what their separate fantasies had concocted that a shadowed Barbara was experiencing before their eyes.
"Isn't she lovely?" asked a sultry-voiced Athena as the tiny spot flickered again across the passion-stricken face of Barbara Brant. "There, my friends, is part of the wonderful new life here at Body Watchers."
The light broadened the visibility slightly and now the watchers could see Barb's head and bust, framed with the golden glory of hair moving in slow coital bounce.
"Lest there be any doubt, Barb and Barry are making love before you." Athena's tone was sexy and sultry, as if she was part of the act between 'husband and wife. "Don't think of copulation. Think of the effect of the play on this girl's body. Look at her gorgeous breasts. See their swelling as Barry thrusts. Each time he shoves himself into her you see them burgeon and become more excited. Sex is the most wonderful, healthful of acts. You know that already. We invite you to weekends of shared sexercises."
"Thu... Thenneee!" moaned Barbara, breaking the silence she had maintained. A wild (Trail of the magic of climax raced in her middle. "Theeneee... I'm going...!"
"Go, darling... go!"
There was sudden, total darkness on the stage.
For stunned silent moments after that shrill cry of orgasm, an electric high hung in the room. No one seemed willing to break the spell the sight of Barb's rapture had created. But low and pervasive, from couple to couple, a whispered under-tone of yearning began. There was no evading the sense of audience readiness for the next step.
"The first must in Body Watchers' new program for the select is absolute trust. We need to dare to touch, even to play with each other's bodies without the least suspicion and without fear that our new life will be betrayed."
A thin shaft of light reached down from the ceiling and illumined Athena's face. Concentrating on the dark stage, the spectators could see better than during the coital play of Barb and Barry, and their staring was rewarded with the sight of a silhouette moving in behind the speaker. Barry, who had held back climax in coitus with Barb, wore an even more inflamed erection.
He took a position at Athena's side and as she talked, her hand found and fondled the jutting cock.
"So, who's afraid of a touch?" he demanded, aware the shadows had little and feeling a storm of new excitement at his brazen display.
"We will find that out in a few moments." Athena turned toward her Body Watchers. "We're going to ask you to make a pact with us and keep faith in a way that is dependent on your honor. Please, all of you, leave your seats and move to the stage.
"I want you to separate from the one you came with tonight. Now!" Athena's voice was more strident as she realized how much depended on her being obeyed in this next step. "Now the pact we made is that as we circulate on this darkened stage, each by himself and by herself, we will be told to stop by the sound of this chime." A tiny bell broke the silence.
"When you hear that bell, I want you to reach for the person of the opposite sex nearest to you. You won't know who that person is in the darkness. I want you to touch that person, find and fondle that part of the other's anatomy you have always been shyest about. Now... come!"
The light on her face darkened and in the blackness there was good-natured exclaiming as the group of eager members reached the step to the stage. For several moments they milled about. When a mate encountered a mate, they separated to move on alone in the eerie tableau.
Two of the men had figured out the route that would bring them to the podium and set collision course for the girl who had been leading their exercise classes for two years. But Athena moved away seconds before their arrival and the men found instead other soft and tantalizing femininity where Athena had been.
"Everyone is to touch another of the opposite sex." It was Barb's voice this time in the darkness. "Are you all touching someone?"
Sounds of affirmation came from around the room. The female voices were strained and the males were choked and brittle. It was clear the mixing of the mates had been complete and that the parts of anatomy touched were creating major problems.
Nothing to what Barbara's next invitation was to cause. "Now, this is what we call touch dynamics." Her voice trembled as a male hand caressed her mons lightly. "No movement, just touch. Remain touching what you now hold. That is, unless it is not actually flesh. It must be flesh-to-flesh to be honest touch dynamics."
"What if you're touching clothing?" asked a frightened one from the darkness.
"Remove the cover! It must be flesh against flesh." She felt the bathing trunks of the male who was touching her pubes and drew them boldly down his front, ignoring, his gasp at the brazenness of her action.
Arthur Forbes felt his head swim. Of all the group of males who would give anything to find that luscious blonde they had just watched in climax, he was the lucky one.
"Each of you will repeat after me ..." It was Athena's turn again. "I promise... "
"I promise," chorused the group.
"... that I never will speak to another about this new way at Body Watchers... "
As the membership echoed each phrase, voices trembled with anticipation, "I pledge myself in honesty to act out my feelings without deception to myself or to other present."
The group response completed, Athena was silent for a moment. "Is there anyone here who does not feel closer, far more real with the person you are now touching than with any other person at any time in life? Except, of course, with your own mate?"
Silence answered her question. Silence except for the sounds of shortened breath, a gasp, a murmur of tantalized desire.
"Then, in all honesty to our new quest at Body Watchers," she continued, "let your curiosity about that other child of the universe you now , touch take you on in further exploration."
Murmurs of delighted surprise and spontaneous approval came from around the room. Here and there were exclamations of excitement and suddenly the sound of a choked and need-filled female voice...
"Athena... hadn't... hadn't we better stop? It's getting too much for... for me... "
Arthur Forbes froze as he recognized the voice of his wife, passionate and tremulous and very nearby.
"No stopping now. Be yourself." Barbara privately loved the sound of discomfort in Milly's voice. After years of watching the man-teaser work behind her husband's back at the tennis club, it was somehow nice that she was embarrassed by his being on hand. Unknown to Barb was just how close Arthur Forbes was.
The hands of the man the darkness had brought her traveled tenderly across her mons. Only Forbes himself knew that the buttersoft wonder of the jutting breasts he caressed and the trembling surrender of the labia he now stroked belonged to Mrs. Barry Brant. Something had grabbed Arthur's libido and he was an entirely liberated male.
No thoughts of revenge for Milly's suspected infidelities and no notions of matching her in her present heat. But Art was suddenly emboldened.
"Don't you have more curiosity about me than that?" asked Barb, soft-voiced and encouraging, when Forbes' tentative touching slowed. "No one can see. You can be just as you always have wanted to be with another." She tugged his hand invitingly and Forbes let himself be lowered to the mat. "Why don't you start by doing what you very first did when a girl excited you?" Her hand groped and found the target. Hot and long and very ready. She pumped several suggestive strokes, but there was no response from Forbes.
Her fist eased its tight grip and traveled lightly up and down the length of the phallus. "Can't you find something to relieve this terrible pressure? It's so big it'll burst."
"You'll let me?" Arthur was incredulous that the girl he had watched in such ecstasy would welcome love from the shadows.
He was not about to wait for an answer. Her hips writhed in an agony of want, urging him to drive his cock through the tender flesh of' her vulva. Daring hitherto unknown whipped Art toward the uncontrolled need in Barbara. He angled his phallus against the moist and yielding cleft, then drove himself deeply into the responsive body in one continuing thrust.
"Oh... man! YES!" Barbara's shrill squeal of delight was the contagious sound others needed to let go and let love.
"Wait!" came Athena's cry. "Everybody, stay just as you are. Nobody moves!" Without warning, she pressed the button attached to her lavaliere cord. Soft lighting illumined the entire scene onstage and shrieks of horrified dismay burst from a dozen surprised couples.
Here, there, everywhere, touch dynamics had converted to far more. At least twelve couples were in the midst of copulation.
"No one moves... NO ONE!" Athena's voice was strident with urgency as one of the males in coitus started to withdraw. "Look around you... all of you! Isn't this the most beautiful sight you've ever seen? It's not swap. Don't look so guilty. The darkness brought you together and in a few moments darkness will be your friend again."
"Oh, God, no!" moaned a horrified Milly Forbes, instantly drawing attention of" all in the room.
Unable to see her \husband, unsure that he was doing any more than watching. Milly felt her sexual deceptions of years suddenly vaporized. Gone were the bold pronouncements she'd made to Barry at the tennis club. In their place was the way it really was when Arthur wasn't aware. She stared in mingled terror and desire at the unsurrendered cock she had been fellating when the lights came on.
"What's the matter?" Athena s voice was quietly curious.
"I... I thought the room would stay dark... I... ohhh!" Milly buried her face in her palms as if to hide the sight of the violently aroused male who still stood directly before her, brandishing his horny shaft at the pretty redhead. "You're with friends. Look!" Athena writhed happily beneath the male who had found her and for a second Milly stared wide-eyed at the total naturalness of the Body Watchers leader.
"It's different," she moaned. Two males who had been her intimates so very recently couldn't believe it was the same Milly. "You're not married... but I... I... ohhh, Arthur, where are you?"
"My-my What a difference the light makes," chided Athena. "Why? We're here to show love and share it extravagantly. What makes that so wrong in the light? It's just the dynamics of touch."
"I... wasn't just touching." Her eyes darted around the stage in search of her husband and Arthur, coupled snugly with Barbara, lay motionless, letting the confession unfold. "I was doing what... ohhh, Arthur, wherever you are, please understand. I love to love. I had to try this man."
"Milly, darling, try him," urged Barbara. "Please, Milly, you watched me a few minutes ago. Let us watch you."
"But that was your husband!"
"I'm not with my husband now." Barb felt the stiff love muscle buried in her vagina balloon even larger while curiously, the man in her arms seemed eager not to be seen. In an oddly desperate way he contorted his supple body against her curvaceous front as if hiding.
Awareness flared. This must be the Arthur Milly was married to. Barb never had met him at the tennis club, only heard the redhead talk of her dull, dull husband. It was too perfect a chance to miss and it would lay the whole new daring approach of Body Watchers on the line.
"You're Milly's, aren't you?" she whispered to Forbes.
His head, burrowed in the hollowing of her shoulder, moved in assent. An odd turnabout happened inside her as she shared Milly's agony of wanting and wretchedness. The girl was in love with her husband and in need of something Arthur hadn't been giving much of, even though he had much to give.
Barb felt the cramming impatience of the phallus filling her maddened., cunt. Even though she had immobilized Forbes' thrusting by tightening well-trained inner thigh muscles, she knew the deeply driven shaft would still spill her into orgasm at any second, simply from the magic of its stuffing of her vagina.
Barb knew in that instant of self-discovery she was not unlike Milly. Milly had only been a little more careless. It was time to test the bold new look of Body Watchers and give Milly a break.
"Milly?" she called softly. "Bring your friend over here by me. His name is Everett Holden. Please bring Ev here and show us all oral love. Try him right here next to me."
"Oh, my God!" groaned the trapped Art Forbes. The whole charade of his, marriage to Milly was about to unravel. At least she had been honest while he cowered in the shelter of this female he'd hoped to play with without Milly knowing.
"That's sweet," Barb murmured, watching Ev Holden help Milly from her knees, then guide her around couples whose spontaneous play had been just as savagely interrupted as Milly's. The self-consciousness of most around her seemed to have been intensified by Milly's sense of guilt.
Barbara smiled as Ev drew near with his reluctant playmate's head burrowed against his riper arm as if to hide from being seen. Not too different than Ev's own embarrassment that day his buddies shoved him into the pool room with her and Athena. Now he was a different man. No sign of shyness, even though he knew his wife was somewhere near.
The man coupled to Barb's body was the exact opposite. Art Forbes had played secretary games and stolen sex with customers and at times bought it at conventions. All to get away from the bank rat race, he'd said, justifying it to himself. Besides, Milly hadn't given a damn. Suddenly he was discovering she gave a large damn and so did he.
Providentially, Athena's call came to lower the lights and all went dark onstage except for that tiny probing shaft of the spotlight that sought Milly's face as she knelt beside Barb. Only her total preoccupation with herself kept Milly from hearing Arthur's choked and strangled sounds scarcely two feet away.
The lonely little beam of light caught the feline desperation in Milly's face as she looked briefly in a wild last minute want to escape it all and saw nowhere in the darkness to go. Unable to free herself from lust for the outspoken phallus now soaring into the tiny circle of light, the flame-haired beauty reached.
"Ohhhh, Arthur... wherever you are!" She fingered for the outspoken erection. "I love you, but I can't help myself. I need this!"
Silence answered her cry of abandonment to her deep need for the dark-crowned shaft of white steel. Uncommitted, she stroked the bulbous crown, her stiletto-like nails gleaming carmine red and lethal.
In spite of the newness of first-time sexual touch of someone other than their marriage partner for many on all sides, there was no one moving as everyone watched spellbound. Would this gorgeously stacked, guilt-driven wife perform fellatio on the stranger? Milly's face had a childlike loveliness, accented by that delightful sprinkle of freckles across a cute pug nose. But the startling contrast of innocence and knowledgeability sizzled as Milly toyed with the sensitive glans cap. Long nails, so near, but so far. Ev Holden felt the tender caress of dainty fingers, fondling the sides of his phallic barrel, tracing the thick, bony funnel underneath.
Her mouth opened and the delighted onlookers watched the fat crown prod against the satiny pucker of her lips. Licking lushly around the broad tip, she turned the dull gloss of the glans into a sopping, glistening tomato. Ev moaned in sheer delight as she tongued the ;sensitive cock flesh along the thick ledge, then deviled the ridge-like rippling underneath.
The beam of light from overhead perfectly framed the action. Millv's delicately vulnerable expression, her exquisite fingers clasping the turbulent hominess of the male sex organ and a sweetly impudent tongue darting in and out of a thirsty oral port, were madly provocative.
Sounds of action resuming on the mats began to rise around the pair. Beside her, still unknown to Milly, her husband Art began to grind against Barbara's slowly responding body. It seemed ironic justice. But justice didn't make joy for Barb. She was beyond sneak sex. The man in her arms wasn't. The sly urgency of his thrusts into her vagina told Barb that Art Forbes would, if he could, liked to have his little adultery on the side and still keep Milly in the guilt role. No way she would let that happen.
Stretching against the coitus and taking care not to dislodge Forbes, Barbara reached for one of Milly's hands, pulling it quickly down and over her hip. Sudden cessation of the fellatio as Milly felt the hard flesh at the point Art penetrated Barb's body.
"Ooohhh... nice!" Milly glanced down and her vision, blinded by the ray from the spotlight, was blocked.
"Feel more," urged a persistent Barb.
Forbes frozen by the imminence of exposure, suddenly began to pump frenziedly into Barbara's tight vagina. Anything to end Milly's exploration. And all it took was feverish seconds of pistoning when his flood took him.
"Awwwhhh, Cod, yesss!" No way in the world that Forbes could contain the bellow of his rapture in ejaculation. Not one in the room would soon forget the incredulous look that swept across Milly's face.
"Arthur Forbes!" She dropped from Everett and threw herself across Barb's middle and the light following her gave Milly all the evidence she needed. After years of stolen passions in casual liaisons, she was witness to what she never believed her husband capable of.
"Damned right it's me!" grunted a cornered Forbes, glaring through the space between their bodies at the tantalizing drama of his cock plunging through blonde pubic down into another woman's vagina. While his wife watched!
"He's good, Milly." Barbara's utter calm as she contained her own passion was fantastic. Now she was ready to let go. "Stay with Ev, but watch Arthur make me come."
Someone eased the lights on slowly. All around were scenes of runaway rapture between recent strangers turned intimate friends.
Athena squirmed through a tight cluster of desirable flesh to be near her closest friend. Barry, like Athena, had wanted to stay out of the way and watch through this first experiment, but now he hurried from the side of the stage to be with his wife and Athena.
Milly saw Barry's arrival and wondered fleetingly whether the same jealous grab she felt at her husband's play was Barry's feeling. His arms circled Athena's waist and he copped her back against his front so they could watch together. When he caught Milly's eyes on his face, he puckered his lips suggestively and she understood. Abruptly, she really understood.
The whole madness made sense. In Body Watcher honesty bodies were for sharing. Not for swapping or for sneaking. These crazy, wonderful people were shifting the whole reason for sex to a new level. Nothing dirty or behind a marriage partner's back. It was going to be a whole new relationship.
"I want you." Milly smiled un the front of powerfully-muscled Everett Holden and wondered if Janice Holden was watching. "I hope you have something to give me."
"Try me."
Her lips made an oval around the swollen corona of the prick can and she began to fellate the man. Slowly at first, then with mounting thirst demanding that she drag him to the floor and try to devour his cock, Milly pulled him to the mat beside her.
Across Barbara's hip she stared in fascination at the dramatic turnaround in her life. Its climax just ended, her Arthur's come-soaked penis was slithering into view from Barb's passion trap.
Now Milly felt no envy. Only delight that her man could watch the way she could suck a cock. He'd never let her fellate him before; he said it wasn't ladylike. Her eyes shifted to stare into her husband's as she mouthed Ev Holden's penis. Ladylike wasn't even a thought in that desire-ridden face. Her Arthur was converted to the new ways of love.
Milly deliberately slavered warm saliva down the cock shaft of her playmate, then fingered lightly into well-stocked balls. Everett arched from the mat to present more of his already over-sized cock for her love and she sucked noisily and eagerly. Bright red hair tossing happily across her shoulders announced the crisis was nearing for her target and seconds later Ev went rigid as the semen stormed up his phallus barrel and into Milly's mouth.
Barrage after barrage of the warm come pelted and finally the storm slowed and she spewed a sopping collapsing prick from her lips. A few around her watched as her lovely fingers stroked the base of her neck as if wanting to touch the wealth of Everett Holden a final time as the semen slid slowly down her throat.
Only the nearest were watching, when Milly wilted across Barbara's hip and found another limp penis. Only the one dearest to her really understood. She hefted the ropy dangle of her husband's organ, still shiny with the mingling of his semen with Barbara's come. Straining slightly to reach, Milly tongued the glisten till the pendulous prick began to thicken and grow long.
It stiffened very quickly, brazenly jabbing against Barb's pubes. Milly's eyes met Art's. He was free to go whichever route he chose and so was Barbara. A kind of delicious insouciance tickled Art as he grabbed the wildly carved hip of his most recent playmate. "Lady, would you mind shifting one foot to the right? I gotta get to my wife."
Howls of delight broke the tension that had built around them from the moment of Milly's crisis. There was a flurry-of movement around the stage. Sexy sounds of bodies meeting bodies. To Barbara's left, Barry and Athena, the two with whom she had created all this, were wrapped as one body and she studied their unmoving embrace as if watching two she never had met before. An odd feeling of uneasiness gripped her as she wondered why they weren't pulsing in coital passion.
Then she saw Barry's arm release its clasp of Athena's waist. He stretched for Barbara's hand and when his fingers found hers, they clutched al-most painfully.
"Say it, Barb," came his whispered demand. "Tell me to quit... I'll quit."
"Don't!" Barb felt the impact of the darling adventure they had created throbbing all around them. Wives and husbands locked in others' arms and somehow out of the impossible risk they were making sense.
"I want to watch you take her!" She let herself be drawn into the embrace of the two and as their copulation intensified, Barb felt strangely at peace.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"All right, Body Watchers, quiet everybody!"
Athena tapped impatiently on the flat desk surface and wished it was the end of the week and not the beginning.
By decision of the executive threesome, she with Barb and Barry had created the agony of the two-part week. After the weekend just past, it was going to be a long, four, sexless days till Friday.
"Tonight we're going to talk food, mostly for the newcomers. But some of you who have reached your goal weight had better listen. I'm seeing extra pounds show up on the weigh-in scales."
She walked in black velvet grace, conscious that every female eye followed her body-molding formal gown and every male speculated about what lay beneath. She wondered if she was really in the same building. After more than two years everything felt different. Since her departure from the norm into an area unheard of by other legitimate health and reducing programs, she was the lonely pioneer. The jealous criticism from other programs felt good. None yet knew her new secret of success.
Restless, low-keyed want tingled the lips of her labia as she stood before the lecture board. Looking out at the now very intimate audience of her married membership, Athena felt envy. Every one of the people before her would be cuddled in bed with their partner in a few short hours. When the weekend had ended late the night before, she had reminded the tired playmates that the week's division had come, and they were to be self-controlled.
"Remember," she had told them as they left, "four days of firming up and food discipline. And no sexual relationships till Friday!" The way most of them looked as they exited-spent and sexually exhausted -- the reminder was hardly needed.
But the first arrivals of this first night after had been Janice and Everett Holden and they had changed Athena's mind. "Athena, we had to see you before the others got here." Janice's silver platinum page boy danced excitedly as she hugged Athena. "I just want to thank you and so does Ev."
"So what did I do... and you're welcome." She liked the intimacy of Janice's curves. It had been. a long, lonely night after they'd all gone home Sunday.
"You made a madman out of Ev, that's what " Janice gripped Athena's hips and pushed her an arm's length away for inspection. "He's gone out of his tree for me like he hasn't for years. I know why, too. It was that redhead doing that oral trick on him and then what you did after."
"Hmmmhh." Athena frowned disapprovingly at both of them but it was impossible not to feel their happiness. And no way could she bring herself to sound too severe. "Course, you have to stop it now. Right now! Till Friday. Comes Friday, you and Janice can be sex nuts all you want, but please, self-control!"
He'd laughingly agreed, but now looking down from her position at the chalkboard, Athena could see Everett and half-a-dozen other husbands stroking or toying with their mates as they pretended to listen to the lecture.
"Now remember, Body Watchers are not calorie counters." She turned to the board and wrote, "Never Skip A Meal."
"It's what you put in that meal that keeps you from getting fat. Not just starving yourselves or loading up with water like Stillman's diet or gorging yourself on beef and booze for high protein like Gleason.
"You have to eat only the foods on our menu plan." She waved the thin looseleaf booklet each member had been given. "What we want to do is reeducate bad eating habits and get away from the garbage foods. Crackers, ice cream, peanut butter... "
"How about booze?" interrupted a voice from the crowd. "Someone said no drinking at all if you belong to Body Watchers."
"That's not so. You aren't legal if you take a drink when you're more than three pounds above your goal weight. But once you're at goal, you can have two ounces of liquor a night."
"Big deal," groaned the disappointed one. "So, what if I have to have a second? I mean, we always have at least two drinks before dinner."
"You're on your own, Davey. But it's the liquor that gives you that bulge above your hips. And I don't know how to tell you if you don't already know it, but much booze isn't going to help your weekends down here either."
"Tell him," teased Davey's wife. "He was he first man shot down last Saturday."
"You saying liquor is bad, period?" demanded a disgruntled Dave, irritated by his wife's public put-down.
"Heaven's, no!" Athena exclaimed. "In fact, a little works precisely the way you want it to. It stimulates taste and it does wonders for libido in moderation. But now it's I.D. time. My partners are behind the curtain." She stepped to the draw cord. "And they're having lunch. Now, from your menu booklets, you men check what Barbara's feeding Barry. The men have the food list of allowables for the males."
"She can feed me any time," chortled a raucous member, squawking when his wife slapped him with their menu book.
"You girls see what Barry gives Barbara," continued Athena, ignoring the disturbance.
The drape opened to the mini-stage and there was a roar of approval from the audience at the scantily clad pair sprawled picnic fashion around a car blanket. Wearing the well-remembered, crimson, net nothing cover, the Brants were obviously not dressed as Athena had expected them to be. She sighed in defeat at the sizzling sensuality they presented.
"You will please ignore the actors. They're only props anyway. Now, tell me what Barry is feeding his wife. Is. it legal?"
"No!" called a female voice. "Canned peaches are out. They're in syrup and that's a no-no."
"And what does the man's menu say about what Barbara is giving Barry?"
"She's giving him. problems, that's what she's giving the man!" chortled an appreciative male, ogling the superlative curves as Barbara leaned across Barry's middle to offer him a hard roll. Jutting an impudent indifference to his attempt to play a nonsexual role, Barry's cock crown already had popped into view above the ledge of his rivieras.
"What's a no-no" yelped a voice fin the back. "She's offering him a roll. No cheap flour breads allowed. Right, teach?"
"And he's offering her a no-no," stormed an annoyed Athena, glaring at Barry. She decided that since they had created the problem, they could just live with it.
"To speed things up a bit, you see Barbara has a variety of meats to feed Barry. How often can she give him ham?"
"Once a week."
"And how about the all-beef frankfurters and the knockwurst?"
"Once a week."
"And fish?"
"Five times a week."
"How about liver?"
"Uggh," groaned a liver hater. "Says here once a week. No kidding, we have to eat liver once a week?"
"Only if you want to keep that super body till you're ancient." Athena turned toward the pair cuddling closer onstage and frowned in pretended disapproval. "So, now for the woman's diet. How often can she have the chicken Barry's offering her?"
"Three times a week.
"And how about bread?"
"Packaged enriched white or 100% whole wheat. Four slices a day."
"How about me?" groaned Barry. How often can I offer her me?"
"Not a bit till Friday!" snapped Athena. "You've got to show self-control for four days of muscle firming and eating proper foods. Then comes the weekend."
"I'll go bananas tryin' to wait!" interrupted Barry. "I'm out of my skull wanting it right now. Can I show you a trick that helps?"
"Show us," challenged a voice in the audience. "Anything to help."
Deftly flipping the snaps on Barbara's net bikini, Barry slipped from his rivieras and wilted quickly to her side as if embarrassed by his nakedness. "I'm really serious," he said, looking out at the Body Watchers. "This is called the `Salvanechi connection' and it's very popular in the countries with Greek roots."
A rapt audience watched two supple, superbly contoured bodies wind and wrap in an entwined symphony of flesh and muscle. When arms and legs interlocked and concealed their lower bodies, Athena exclaimed impatiently, "You're teasing. That's not fair! No one can tell that you aren't doing it right now." It was Athena who most wanted to know.
"But, we aren't... honestly." Barbara peeked impishly across the curve of Barry's shoulder. Golden hair dangling in sexy disarray over one side of her face, and concealed her wink at Athena from the audience. "Barry, shall we show them?"
"Show them, doll. Show all."
Barbara was in her element and Barry knew it. There was as much desire for exhibitionism in his wife as in himself, and he loved it. With what Barb had to show, he wanted it seen.
"This is one of the nicest feelings-for a girl," she said to the females and the males staring entranced as she bent slowly back to open the space between their bodies.
Ripe, exuberant breasts thrust firmly into view and to torture her spectators till she was ready to show them what was happening lower on her body, Barbara cupped under the dramatic globes.
"I love my breasts," she cooed at no one in particular. "I'm so glad I'm a girl, much as I'd love to feel what it is to wear a man's thing. But these are so nice. Ummmhhh... so terribly sensitive!"
She stretched farther away from Barry's chest, her lower body still pressed against his and caressing across the hardened nipples. She mewed in sexy contentment, her autoeroticism stirring violent erections through the room.
"I can make myself come doing this," she murmured to Athena, who had been drawn close in spite of her disapproval of the turn of the evening. "Can you, Thence?"
"Not from Monday to Friday." Athena's prissy tone did little to conceal the intrigue she felt as she watched the male and female torsos separating with maddening slowness. "And if you're doing what I think... I'm going to be soooo mad, Barb! You are! Darn! That's not fair!"
"Not doing a damned thing!" roared Barry, slapping away Athena's attempt to pry them apart. "It looks like intercourse, but it isn't, really. I dare you to look close! See? It's the Salvanechi connection!"
"Meaning?" Athena's skepticism was nothing to the dizzying lightheadedness she felt at the sight of her two favorite bodies in the earliest stage of coitus.
"It's where a man barely comes inside and is not allowed to go any farther. He has to stay far enough in to put pressure on the clitty, but he's not allowed any farther, so he can't start friction in the vagina. See, it's almost, but not quite."
Athena rested her chin on her palms as she crouched in phony indifference to the devastating sexuality of the two. Almost totally exposed, Barry's crimson prick crown was not quite out of sight in the threshold of Barbara's vagina. Her cunty lips were stretched and distended to accommodate the fiercely swollen glans cap and its dark ledge was clearly visible.
"Can't push or pull or wriggle." Barb's control was fantastic. "You just have to lie perfectly still and relax yourself. We did it last night for over an hour. Honestly, you really can get a sexual release out of it without either having to go all the way."
"It's beautiful," breathed Athena. "And it's illegal as the dickens! I can tell from Barbara's face that she isn't going to last. Tell the truth."
"Just... what... Barry said!" Blonde hair swirled under her as Barb made a determined effort to stop the surge she felt. "Only tonight he's at... difff angle... ohhhh!... Athena, I'm suh ... sorrryeee!" Her voluptuous body began to pulse erratically and little spasms of orgasmic excitement were beginning to travel across the sleek plateau of Barb's tummy.
Last ditch desperation seized Athena. Both personal and professional. The personal was her own frantic need to be part of this exouisitely, mnaddening act of almost copulation. The professional desperation was that her two-part week had been a completely serious proposal.
She believed totally in the concept of celibacy for four days to build the males to a peak of desire for a fantastic three-day orgy of sex. It was that wild expenditure of physical energy in runaway coitus which would, more than anything else, build muscle tone, give the body firmness and guarantee health to her Body Watchers. What she was experiencing now was a crisis of conviction.
She had thrilled to the response of the forty wives, knowing from the first that most of the husbands would be gung-ho for what happened the past weekend. Like Janice Holden, so all the other girls had been delighted with what for most was a first time letting down of the bars of monogamy. Many actually had helped their men past shyness in sex play with other females.
Through all the play, Athena had kept one thin line alive and that was personal sexual separation from Barbara and Barry. There had been much sensual fondling and much to hint that Barb and Barry and Athena were very close. But even in the invitingly open and repeated opportunities, overt sexual acts had not happened between Barry and Athena or Barbara and Athena in front of the others. Twice she had been drawn into the embrace of Barry and Barbara, as the pair copulated, but there always was that thin line Athena chose not to cross with her partners. She had too fragile a relationship with the many couples she had led past the barrier of fidelity to risk too open a sexuality between the three partners.
Now all that was past. Forty couples were deeply in debt to Athena and to the Brants for a beautiful awakening to a natural road to body health. Abundant sexual play in the controlled atmosphere of a Body Watchers' weekend. There, all prohibitions gone, the objective was that each member would expend natural erotic drives in fierce and full sexual activity. In no way was it mate swapping. It was acting on impulse for another or for many others.
In the midst of the group's activities, swimming, volley ball, exercising or lounging in casual discussion, the impulse was acted on from Friday evening to Sunday night. With one's own mate or with another's husband or wife, if the spur of the moment dictated, sex was encouraged.
That was the past weekend at Body Watchers. But this was Monday and these two coupled before her were not only leaders of the program of the group, they were the two who disturbed Athena the most.
"Please!" Her voice was tremulous as she knelt beside the pair, knowing another crisis was nearing. "Do you have to? I mean, can't you stop all contact just for a few days?"
Barbara's response was slow in coming. Athena saw the tightening of her thighs as Barb tried to immobilize Barry's pelvic urgency. It was clear that both Barbara and Barry had planned the crisis deliberately from the moment they decided to wear provocative swim gear instead of street clothes.
"Athena, we love you." Barb's eves were wide and wanting as they looked deeply into Athena's. "And no, we two just can't stop all contact for four days."
Her lovely curvaceousness writhed yearningly against Barry's and his phallus can had now fully disappeared into her body. Incredible spectacle of perfect human engineering, thought a breathless Athena, staring at the tough, animal power of Barry's torso and the torrid, seductive female attached to it. Both caught the lust in Athena's glance at the link that bound them and they deliberately bent back and away from each other to accent the maddening allure of their figures.
"Honesty time, Athena," murmured Barry, his words barely heard beyond their tiny cluster. "We all trust each other, everyone in this room, right?"
A chorus of awed assent answered his raised voice.
"And we're all agreed that total sexual expression, as wanted by anyone here, serves the aims of Body Watchers. Right?"
Barry deliberately withdrew from Barb's vagina, leaving a trembling void in a desire-inflamed passion center. This, too, had been planned before, but now that the moment was at hand, Barbara was reluctant. She had edged unexpectedly into partial orgasm and now she felt horribly deserted.
"Hurry, Barry!" Barb's desertion by his phallus left her feeling naked and very exposed. "Tell Athena what we think the others want for her."
He stroked his erection lightly across the blonde pubic triangle, The grotesque size of the glans cap, gleaming darkly with Barb's bath of pre-come excitement, sent pinpricks of excitement into forty empty vaginas. Some of the wives had been taken by Barry's monstrous cock over the weekend. All of them wanted it.
"Athena, we think the group has a right to know that you are sexually stirred by both your partners. No one's going to think that's freaky, right, people?" He smiled encouragingly at Athena as the thunderous outcry from all sides overrode his last words.
A breathtaken Athena stared out at her friends and wondered if they really knew what he meant. Then she looked at the golden loveliness of Barbara, saw the girl toying taut nippled breasts in lonely expectation. As if in echo of his wife's invitation, Barry shifted his position to lie fierce readiness of his penis.
"Too much!" moaned Athena. "I love you all so much!" The long, black velvet slid sensuously down the marvelous lushness of her supple body. To no one's surprise, she was nude beneath the gown. "Oh, God, I love you seven days a week and how I need you!"
She flung herself across Barbara's shapely thigh and clasped the outspoken hard-on brandished by Barry. When she seemed momentarily undecided, he lashed the cock in impudent invitation across her lips.
It was more than a watching Milly could stand. She remembered a long ago confession of Barry's after he had flagged this same erection at her. Deep inside she understood the torture of Athena and called out to the brazen exhibitionist onstage, "Maybe time for everyone's honesty, Barry?"
The question stung. He looked in the direction of Milly's voice, started to retort, then surrendered to truth. "She knows me. God, does she know me!" His fist coiled around the thick shaft and squeezed fiercely, bringing a gasp to the nearest females as the vermilion darkness at the tip thickened and spread wide.
"See, I've always had this thing about my size. I'm probably the first guy to admit size doesn't make sex. It's style. But I get a kinky kick at seeing girls' eyes when' they see me hard. Like Athena and like Barb, even after five years around me.
"What was Milly talking about honesty for Barry?" Barb's eyes were curious. "I'm glad you're proud of your bigness. So am I. But what's that got to do with honesty?"
He looked pained. "Look, some of it gotta tell you later. But, hell... I admit it. When I see sexual excitement in others that leaves me out, sometimes I flip. Just got to play with myself."
Athena shrugged. "I like that. I like honest people, don't you, Body Watchers? Wouldn't you like to see him flip out sometime?"
There was a murmur of assent through the spectators, intoxicated by the proximity of Athena's face to both male and female sex. Her mood was curiously quiet. As she studied Barbara's squirming hips, her fingers drifted across their wild breadth, then traveled slowly down the golden expanse of her tummy plateau to Barb's crotch.
"I'll be honest with all of you, if Barry will." Athena's fingers stroked lightly across the prominence of Barb's mons and brought a gasp to the blonde. "He can show you one honesty and I'll show you one."
She bent to kiss the magic cleft and heard a breathless exclamation from Barb as a million erotic nerves answered the touch of Athena's tongue.
With the certainty that the whole future of Body Watchers rode up or down on her act, she clasped taut buttocks to hold Barb's writhing lower body immobilized. Deep, possessive, thirsty probes of Barb's most personal self. The dark cleft of the labia splayed to the stiff tongue and the rigid ditty seemed electrified when the saucy flesh dart speared into the opened pussy gates.
Barry gaped at the total surrender of his wife to the lesbian love. Barbara was in orbit in an outer world of her own, spinning through orgasmic clouds of girl bliss and obviously without need of anything he had to offer. It was more turn-on than put-down to the male ego.
Inches from his turbulently horny prick; the two loveliest creatures ever to enter his life were finding in each other what he wanted to give both of them. Altogether without power to resist. he started to masturbate at the spectacle of their happiness. Curiously unselfconscious as the sweep of his self-play caught him, he saw Barb watching him through nearly closed lashes. With a cry of mixed satisfaction and starvation, Barry let the orgasm fly. Short but violent semen flew in glittering, milky silver jets. Deliberately he aimed his ejaculation at the girls' play and watched the discharge rain shower across Athena's back and up over Barb's trembling breasts.
Then he sagged back against the cushion of Barb's leg and gaped as the love assault by Athena on her deepened. He felt fierce sudden grab of her climax as the leg beneath his head went rigid with the paralysis of her coming. Abruptly the crest was past and calm returned to the stage.
It felt good. There was a new kind of sensation between the three leaders and the group. An intimate and open feeling that everything had been transparent and honest between" them all. No looks of condemnation and none of rejection.
As passion wound down and order came to happy chaos, Barry had the feeling they had acted for the impulses of the others.
* * *
"I think we've got to take a different route than the split week bit," he said later that night as the three of them lay together at the Brants. "We've got some who want to go that way, but some of us just can't take the wait."
"How about two groups?" Athena's eyebrows lifted prettily. "One for celibate types and one for you oversexed?"
"Could work," agreed Barbara. "In fact, Miss Statistician, you could run a very interesting test on controlled groups. Give everyone a month of being in one group or the other and see if there's a noticeable difference in weight or health or any support systems from sex pattern changes."
Athena propped excitedly to an elbow. "You're serious? You really don't think my testing kick is silly?"
"Course it isn't silly! That's why all the new members are asking if they can bring more couples. You've got a lot of people convinced that the sexy life is the healthy life. Now, let's find out what kind of sex life is best for body tone and all that other stuff."
"We're also gonna have to start thinking about a new club or two," interjected Barry. "That means training some of our people to take over."
"Isn't it exciting?" Athena cupped her arms across her front and looked happily at the two cuddled with each other beside her. "We had a call from Hialeah and another from Fort Lauderdale asking if we were interested in opening a branch up that way."
"Great!" Barry's hand toying with her dark hair told Athena he wanted to change the subject. "Now, speaking of control groups, everyone knows everything about us three now, right?"
"I was so frightened I'd hurt things for Barb or the two of you," whispered Athena, moving closer as Barry's hand tugged in invitation. "But I'm just so hooked on you both and the only thing I want more than my happiness is that the happiness you two have not be spoiled."
"No way." Barbara's hand joined Barry's in the light caress of the tantalizing nudity next to them. "We've talked lots about that. We want what's natural for each of us and when Busy wants you, I'd like to be watching. It's very exciting. When he wants me, you're always welcome to be near us, Athena." She stroked through the hollowing of the hip down to the soft down covering Athena's venus mound. "The biggest problem is me."
"Why?" Barry bent her away from the tight ball she had curled to as they talked and opened her legs slowly and gently. "What's your problem and why didn't you let the whole group in on it this evening?"
Barb's fingers toyed openly along the dark cleft of Athena's vulva and she stared fixedly at the way the tender flesh pulsed lightly in response to her touch.
"My problem is that I want you both so very much. And sometimes, like right now, I've just got to have you at the same time. Am I selfish?" Athena's eyes met Barry's. "We hope so, darling. Be selfish. Right now!"
A shudder ran the length of Barbara's voluptuous body. She clasped her breasts in a possessive squeeze, writhing and moaning against the satin sheet as if to contain the want within her.
"Ooohhh... I need it so! Can I tell you what I want this minute?"
"Tell us!"
"I want Barry to put it in all the way. Up to my nipples! That's how far I feel him when he's doing me. And I want you right here." She dragged the willing Athena to a position that placed her hip against soft blonde hair. "Barry was only teasing with that lie he told everyone about his old Salvanechi connection. Mister Honesty was lying and what do you think of that, Miss Corvallis?"
Athena shivered at the intensity of Barbara's emotion and cupping her hand to the back of the head resting on the smoothness of her hip, she tilted Barb's face inward. "I thought it was a very beautiful lie. Do you have any idea how you both looked? You were both barely hooked together by Barry's penis. All of us just stared at the way you were trying to fight off doing it. Your breasts were straining as if they wanted to leap off the front of your darling bod like they are right now. I was out of my mind wanting you both!"
"So you know how I feel now." Barb went limp and felt Barry's legs creeping between hers. When his erection nudged through her yearning cunty slit, she stiffened in a deep arch. "I've got something I want us all to do." She dragged excitedly on Athena's hips to force her to shift position.
"I want to kiss your ditty while Barry takes me!" she panted. "I feel witch wild and I want to be fucked like a witch and I want to suck. a sweet witch. And then something more."
"What the hell could be more?" He opened Barbara's legs to either side of his hips, then dragged her buttocks across his thighs and drove against the surrendering pussy flesh, planting himself to the hilt in her heated vagina.
"The perfect triangle," Barb panted, staring at the sleek thighs at her forehead. "I kiss Athena. She kisses you. You fuck me out of my mind" It came off more perfectly than Barb hoped and Barry felt himself both a spectator and a participant. He gaped from one ecstasy-driven nude to the other, thrusting himself ever deem into Barb and feeling oddly like an audience to their wanton beauty. Athena, kneeling at Barb's head, her thighs opened to the thirsty. lips and spearing tongue, was instantly in climax. Head thrown far back, dark hair cascading wildly to the violence of her orgasm to Barbara's licking, she cupped under her breasts and screamed for help.
"Kiss them!" she begged Barry. "My boobs drive me as mad as Barb's!"
He flung himself at her shoulders and tugged her toward him, momentarily catching view of the perfect triangle Barb wanted. Barbara writhing against the sheets in ecstasy at being taken by Barry, even as she took Athena. Athena leaning toward him to present her breasts for loving. All through Athena's climax Barry tongue-strummed from one rigid nipple to the other.
It was a circle of synchronized sex for all three. His cock driven as deeply into Barb as it would go drove her to tongue the spasm-whipped clitoris feverishly. And the sum total of their two passions seemed to burgeon in those beautiful nipples crowning Athena's breasts.
Barry stared at their pink near-transparency as he tortured the pointing cherries. He remembered the first time he met Athena, her snug halter had advertised that she had very excitable nipples. To be maddening those outspoken signs of her want even as Barbara crazed the hypersensitized flesh trigger at the threshold of Athena's vagina made the perfect circle.
"My gosh!" he gasped, feeling the charge of rapture take him. "Barb... Barb, I'm going...!"
As his semen leaped into the ecstatic cunt, Barry hoped it was a never-ending circle of love beginning between them. It felt that way. He never had known an ejaculation like the one that hurled the wealth from the deepest point of his loins into the deepest point in Barbara. It seemed to go on and on, cresting, decelerating, then surging again.
And when it was done and his phallus had softened but remained seated in Barbara's clutching, unclutching passion nit, it was Athena who moved first.. She stretched in supple catlike grace across Barb's front, her knees close to the sides of the blonde head, but her crotch tantalizingly out of kissing contact with the lips that had just loved her clit.
"A man is so pretty when he's just finished," marveled Athena, one hand tracing down Barry's front, the other bearing her weight. "He glows and has that little-boy look. Everything about him is little again."
Her fingers found the root of the collapsed penis and she tugged it slowly from its tender runty trap, bringing a moan at the robbery to Barb's lips.
"It's all red and all wet," mourned Athena in pretended sympathy, licking lightly at the dangle of spent cock flesh.
"I'm watching you," warned Barb, propping an arm under her head to give her a view of the new play. She stared down the front of her own body's curvaceousness and the tapered perfection of Athena's stretching away toward the little of Barry's lower body visible through the space between them.
Athena was impudently penduluming a wrinkled penis between her thumb and forefinger.
"Can you see, Barbara?"
"I can see.
"Watch a miracle happen," whispered Athena. "I can take this sweet, soft thing all the way into my mouth. See?"
Barbara saw and from his trapped position, so did Barry. Rich carmine lips nibbled lightly at the shrunken tip, then engulfed the whole of the wilted prick. Warm, wonderful prison! Whirlpooling saliva and gently nuzzling tongue lazily torturing his penis.
He felt the puffiness start. It was a slow, deep-seated awakening. No way in this world, he thought. Not after the action he already had seen this evening.
His cock wasn't listening. Creeping, crawling, lengthening and then filling, it edged from Athena's lips inch by hardening inch. Watching the resurgence was pure magic to Barbara. As often as she had studied her man going from limp nothing to total erection, she never could take it for granted.
She saw the hardening shaft emerge, stretching gradually to full erection. Where Athena's lips had been pressed against Barry's pubes at the start, she now was mouthing the end of a stud-length of white, bone-hard flesh.
Mutuality of want needed no words. When Athena felt the fingers tugging lightly at her hips, she eased back to give Barb her playground while she loved the toy she had created. At least, so it felt to Athena. Out of the dark nest his limp penis had become a tower. A spearing, leaping, living tower topped with that strange, dark, mushroom cap.
Making him climax was of no interest to Athena as she began the fellatio. It was of most importance to make him know she wanted only to convey him love. Not to drain him of his reserve for Barbara, not to give anything but the most for their mutual happiness. That she had somehow become a part of a love that had been complete. without her was a disturbing thought to Athena. But for the moment it was forgotten.
A groan of male in difficulty reached her as she sucked long and thirstily on the outspoken phallus. He writhed against Barb's crotch, and the proximity of his wife's passion center even as he responded to the oral love of another woman maddened Barry.
Barb's lips were on their own target. There was a fluttering dilation of Athena's pussy lips that hadn't been as pronounced the first time Barb kissed her. She knew why. The act of siphoning a male did the same to Athena as it always had to her. Some feverish lightning communication between the lips of mouth and vagina gave both girls a strange erotic charge in fellatio.
Not orgasm. No spontaneous combustion. Separate flint and steel and there is no flame. But if there was no flame in Athena's vagina while she sucked Barry's cock, there were sparks. Incredible excitement was stirred.
With a strange feeling of identity with this highly-sexed female who now had such power over their lives, Barbara tongued the trembling vulva, spearing at the stiffened clit and hearing simultaneous joy moans from the others.
Sweet seconds later there was a frantic writhing of both and then a tensing of their possessed bodies. Wild cry of man in ecstasy and faraway murmur of girl taking love and giving it at the same instant.
Quiet came quickly and the three unwound to lie spent and wordless on the great bed. They had come a very long way together and it felt very right to each of them.
CHAPTER NINE
"May I have a word with you, Miss Corvallis?" He looked stern and very judgmental there in his blue pinstripes and his extreme youth.
"Of course. Come on in." Athena wished she had had the janitor lock the outside door when he left, but still her curiosity was up. Was this a hopeful for joining the sold-out membership of Gables Body Watchers? Or was it someone from the police? There had been an uncomfortable story circulated only that morning about community outrage over the new Body Watchers.
"I'm Daniel Hitson." The hand that shook hers was firm and the eyes that met hers very direct.
"And I'm sure I've heard that name before." She sank into the soft comfort of her high-backed executive chair and tapped a pencil thoughtfully against her lower lip. "Hitson... "
"You've probably heard of my dad. He's the famous tennis Hitson. I'm Daniel the Second and I'm an unfamous clinical psychologist at Gables College."
Athena eyed the younger Hitson thoughtfully. She had beard of his father, but not so much for his tennis. Half the original group of marrieds in the New Body Watchers had belonged to the Gables Racquet Club where Dan Sr. was the pro. As Body Watchers' popularity soared over the past six months, Athena privately often had guessed the tennis club must be hurting.
It had been a long day and Barbara was expecting her for dinner. "So, what could a clinical psychologist want from an institute of diet and body health?"
"Secrets." Dan smiled at her expression. "I won't beat around the bush. I've heard things. Mostly when I get over for a meal with the folks, which is very rare any more. They're trying to make a go of a bad reconciliation and because it isn't meant to be, Dad and Mom act like everything else is bad."
"Including Body Watchers." She remembered tidbits of conversations with Milly Forbes and others who had visited the little bedroom in the back of the tennis pro's shop.
"Exactly. Including your success." He glanced at the gallery of member pictures mounted on the wall behind her. "You just get bigger and bigger. Is it true that you've got six Body Watcher locations in the Miami area now?"
"Seventh will start in Homestead next month." Athena liked the sober-faced curiosity of Dan Hitson Jr. He said he wouldn't beat around the bush, but he was. Probably because of some of the things he heard. She estimated him at thirty, maybe a year older than she. His very conservative suit, his tightly trimmed hair style -- all very establishment. And all very opposite the life-style of the older Hitson. Her nosiness won over her better judgment.
"I've got to ask and I'll probably be sorry, but why does someone. so obviously athletically inclined, unless that suit is well padded, and someone as much involved with modem living as a clinical psychologist has to be, dress as you do?"
Dan flushed and straightened uncomfortably at her directness. "They told me you were like that," he said, breaking suddenly into a boyish grin that robbed his face of its stern, judgmental look. "To tell you the truth, I'm part of the counter-counter culture."
"What is the counter-counterculture?"
"I'm thirty-one. I've entered that time of life I used to think was over the hill. You know. Never trust anyone over... all that garbage? Well, I'm amazed to find I'm younger than I ever was, and to discover that over thirty is when life just begins to get interesting. So, I'm dressing and coiffing exactly the opposite of my style of the last ten years. My private counter-counterculture. But I'm still Danny to my friends."
"Very good," murmured Athena, liking Danny Hitson much more all the time. "And as a faculty member at Gables in psychology, clinical psychology even, I imagine you're very decided about the things you've heard happen at Body Watchers."
"Decidedly not. That's why I'm here. See, I'm a kind of late starter. Haven't even got my PhD, so I'm just an assistant prof with lots of time, and that's really why I'm here. I'm doing my doctoral work in sexuality and the human community."
"Hmmmmh. Sounds like it could be the title of a Masters and Johnson book."
"Nothing pretentious like that. I got into the field, you might say, in a family way." He took a deep breath and glanced back over his shoulder at the open door.
"It's all right. No one's around the place during supper period. You can talk."
He grinned gratefully. "You know, what I'm going to say isn't going to sound too professional. But they were right. You do bring out the honesty in people."
Wondering who "they" were, Athena waited for him to go on. She felt instinctively an identification with Danny, even more than she had from the first with Barry. He was a loner type with a very determined individualism. Fiercely committed to get to the truth.
"I'll tell it like it is with me. See, my parents have made a great mess out of their lives. Splitting up, getting back together, and never having the foggiest about real living. Sneak a little here and a little there. I guess watchin' them put me into human behavior for a career."
"How'd you hear of us? Through them?"
Danny nodded. "Dad bad-mouthed you and said this is just a posh massage parlor. That you get together every night and toss house keys into the center of the ring and away you go." He continued, ignoring Athena's spontaneous giggle. "Of course, any fool knows you don't sprout to six new locations in that many months running a swap club. But you are pretty notorious."
"Seven. Don't forget Homestead." She left the concealment of her desk and as she walked across the room to a darkened alcove, Danny had his first chance to really study the founder of the fastest-growing social group in the area. Athena Corvallis didn't look like a founder. She looked more like the gorgeous, dark-haired goddess of Grecian legend, moving in carefree grace through what-ever life gave her.
"I want to show you something." She pirouetted lightly at the edge of the alcove and, seeing his eyes on her figure, smiled at his open admiration. "Do you like my new outfit?" How not to like a body-molding ballet leotard whose white snugness left no secrets?
"Very nice." He trailed after her into the alcove and soft lighting suddenly illumined the darkness of the relaxing corner of her work office. Floor-to-ceiling photo murals adorned three walls and he caught his breath at the spell-binding aliveness.
Pictures of expertly focused, close-up sexual action, enlarged many times and presented in living color. On one wall an erect penis was almost buried into wide-splayed labial lips. Danny had the breathtaking feeling that the photo caught the coital act at the moment of mutual orgasm.
Hoping that keeping his back to her was hiding the savage arousal of his own organ, the fascinated visitor studied the next jumbo blow-up of a phallus ejaculating directly at the spectator. Again fantastically alive. Whitish drops were airborne from the dilated eyelet in the tip of the grotesquely distorted glans cap. A clenched fist, somewhat blurred and obviously photographed as it masturbated through the man's climax, sent a tremor down Danny's spine.
His years of study of human sexuality in grad school were reduced to the feeling of adolescent excitement as he looked at these sexual crises with one as beautiful as Athena right at his shoulder. Only a fleeting glimpse at the next montage was possible if he was to keep any semblance of casual interest in the sizzling, photo eroticism.
The last pictures were of oral love. The focus was on rich, sensuous lips puckered to a distended phallus crown. In maddening impudence the tongue was bent against the dark, satin crown of a swollen phallic cap. There in lonely pride at the eyelet stood a single semen droplet sparkling in isolation, about to be collected by the saucy tongue.
Danny fingered the edge of the straight chair in front of the mural, wishing he could grab it to steady the heady lightness of recognition. Those were Athena's lips! The shock of the change in his life-style stormed him. A swinging ten years before returning to the academic life had hypersensitized him to the joys of sex in every style. But once he determined to make his mark and not become a nothing like his father, he had turned almost celibate.
To suddenly see the drama of lips which could only be the ripe, satiny lips of the girl at his side, actually in the act of fellatio, was nearly too much. His glance dropped to the final picture of the montage. Equally startling! Those were the same lips that were in the fellatio act above. Danny caught his breath at the aliveness of the clitoris. The tender, sunshiny-pink love trigger appeared to vibrate to the deviling flesh dart teasing it, and once again the photographer had clearly caught the action at the very instant of climax.
"Thank you for bringing me here." Danny slumped his lanky frame into an easy chair and watched as Athena poured them coffee. "I'm sure this is a very special place for you."
"Not everyone is allowed." She settled on the love seat across from him and sipped lightly. "And now your worst rumors are confirmed. We are very much interested in the sexual life here."
He liked the way she was not in the least defensive. "And it's far more than simple sexuality, I'm sure," he said. "That's why I'm here. If I'm correct, you are of the belief that good health, right weight, muscle tone and all the goodies come to the most sexually active."
"That's about it. It's still only part of our program at Body Watchers. We emphasize proper eating habits just as much. And we have many other forms of body conditioning, the swim\clubs, the athletic teams, the -- "
"But marrieds have a plus," interrupted Danny. "Do you have something against singles, that the sex stress in Body Watchers is purely for the marrieds?"
Now the first defensive glitter appeared in Athenas' eyes. "You have to start somewhere," she said softly. "I am single myself, but when it came to test my theory, it seemed to me to be less self-destructive if I began it where there already were established sexual patterns."
"Meaning?"
"Well, I've looked as much as you have at married couples and I've watched a lot of blah attitudes build up in those I know best. At least blah about their romantic life. And along with the attitudes have come the pot bellies and the print dresses and all at once you have the over-the-hill gang! And I'm not talking about old people!"
"Most of your members are in the thirty-forty bracket, I hear."
"That's exactly where the problem is craziest. These people are in their prime and you can't blame it all on getting ahead and kids and bills. They just lose interest lots of times. So, my big idea at Body Watchers, once I turned on to what I believe in, is simply spontaneous sex with others or with one's mate -- and the wilder, the better. It's the greatest exercise in the world, the best body toner and the finest organ tuner."
"Agreed." Danny shifted his position to avoid having to look at the lips directly behind her seat. To have to focus out the sight of that sweet oval on another man's penis was devastating. "Say, that coffee is super."
"And you want me to go for a refill, so you can adjust your problem." Athena crinkled her nose understandingly as she stood. "That's part of the Body Watcher emphasis, too. Total openness about life's most natural impulse."
He followed her to the coffee table, peeling his blue pinstripe jacket as he walked and feeling anything but natural as she turned and looked calmly at his approach. The very rigid pole line of his cock against the stripe of his pants caught her eye and she reached almost casually to grope the bulge.
"That's much better," she observed, stepping back to see the way she had shifted the ridge line of the cock shaft to follow the stripe of the slacks. "Now, where's your cup?"
Danny howled in relieved delight at the non sequitur. "You are something else, Athena Corvallis! Now who else could fiddle. with a stranger like that and still come up looking like the perfect lady? And you do!"
"I hope so." Her eyes were curiously somewhat frightened as they looked into his to see if he were mocking. "It's important to me."
"Okay, and I'd like to propose something for this Body Watchers program that might be important, too. Why not make the Gables unit of your organization a kind of special test ground for your theories? You know you're going to become nationally known, whether you want to be or not. So, Miss Corvallis, my proposal to you is to let Daniel Hitson put some top-flight objective data in your hands for ammunition. against your detractors."
Athena shuddered violently. "Now you do sound like a clinical psychologist! And what a mess that would make of Body Watchers! The people all would feel like guinea pigs in a Masters and Johnson sexual laboratory. How ghastly! No, thanks. Not in a thousand years."
"Clinical is just what it won't be. There won't be a word breathed that anything is going on." He sighed, sagging back into his chair and shaking his head in defeat. "You can bet it's going on right now, whether you like it or not. Every wife and every husband who gives a damn about what they thought they were getting their marriage into when they joined Body Watchers is doing their own personal study. Obviously, they like what's happening to their love life."
"How could you not be noticed making a study?" Athena's admiration deepened for the way Danny could focus personal sexual interest out while pursuing what brought him. His private lusts, were obviously very much alive, bubbling just beneath the surface, if that unrelenting phallic bulge meant anything. But his self-control was something she had rarely met in men. "Soon as you start asking questions of some member or watching some runaway sex action too intently, they'd suspect. These are highly intelligent people."
"And I'm highly trained at making no waves," chuckled Danny, feeling a turn in her attitude. "Look, you're a single with all those marrieds. So slip me in as the one loner male. You can tell 'em the imbalance is unfair and you're correcting it to an exact half-and-half of the sexes by bringing me in."
She arched a pretty eyebrow. "You'd have to be as totally involved as any of the others. You could disgrace me, say, if your personal sexual interest is academic."
He opened his palms in helpless agreement. "Be a terrible thing."
"Come!" Athena was on her feet, standing spread-legged and torridly inviting as she extended her hands. "I want to show you the physical plant while I think."
They walked down one corridor and he admired the fully equipped gymnasium. Down another corridor and he praised the back-to-back Olympic swimming pools. "But we only need one anymore, now that we've stopped playing YMCA. Everyone uses the same pool."
"Very good." He followed her into the dimly lit auditorium. "And this is your class hall for health lectures and -- "
"And just about anything that wants to happen." She made no response to his hand at her hip. "I've got an idea my partners would be interested in meeting you. Are you free for a couple of hours?"
"Free for the weekend." The physical impasse between them seemed in keeping to Danny. He'd come on too strong and she probably was still suspicious of his real motives. "Who are your partners, may I ask?"
Athena fingered the dial on the wall phone. "Mr. and Mrs. Barry Brant."
"The Brants? Don't I remember her from the tennis club? She's that super stack with the blonde hair and the... uh, wonderful server "Her husband also belonged." She giggled into the receiver as Barbara came on the line. "Barb, can you put on another plate? There's a new addition I want you and Barry to meet."
"Drat!" exclaimed a disappointed Barbara. "Barry had a call to the office. You know he's still architecting. Thought we two could catch up. It's been so long, Themee!"
"Put on your lipstick, dear heart. Try to look pretty for a change. I'm bringing a new idea to meet you."
"I don't want to meet an idea... I want... oh, darn! So hurry over. The pea pods are going to be all wilty."
"Something else won't be." Athena glanced over her shoulder at the turbulence that never had surrendered its horny thrust against the blue pinstripe. "You ever hear of a counter-counterculture, Barbara? You're about to."
CHAPTER TEN
Barbara wore a daring, peekaboo, chiffon house-coat as she worked at the kitchen counter. No more than an airy wave over her shoulder had greeted their arrival. Hot pink under a long tumble of golden yellow hair was instant intoxicant to both her dinner guests.
"You're not really that hippie who used to hang around the courts and get your dad so mad, are you?" Barb threw a disbelieving glance over her shoulder as she continued to toss the salad.
"It's me," admitted Danny, boggled by the devastating view of Barbara's gloriously visible figure. "I left for school right after that summer you saw me. I'd gotten really fouled up on coke and heroin and all the whole scene and my father really was fouled up on me and Mom at the same time."
"I love your new at-home wear, Barb, but do you think an absentee hubby would approve?" Athena slipped out of her light rain jacket and strolled to the counter. "But you do make me feel ever so much more comfortable."
Barbara checked the skin-tight mini that hugged every bit of Athena's svelte suppleness in white tricot. "I'm glad Barry isn't around to see that! He'd never get his mind on supper."
Athena's arm drifted across the caressable curve at the small of Barbara's back and Danny, watching the fingers walk suggestively along the curve of a perfectly turned hip, went slowly, totally out of his skull. He really had wanted to keep the entire encounter with Athena, or with anything to do with Body Watchers, on an academic note. But Athena's casualness to his touch there in the lecture room and now the provocative wear both girls had selected for their visitor had him on fire.
"Mix us a drink, will you, Danny?" Barbara passed him on the way, to the table with a thick new decorator candle for the centerpiece and smiled as she caught his wandering eye.
"Matching bra and panties and both far too small," Athena observed dryly, seeing him flush. "I'd like a very wet martini. Did you know that Danny is almost a full doctor in psychology? That's what we talk about tonight. Only that."
At the bar behind the room divider, he listened to the quick fill-in Athena gave of his intentions if Body Watchers would have him. "And he claims not to be academic about his own interests in being a member," she concluded, taking the drink from Danny's hand.
Barb flicked him a quick but curious glance that took in his formally buttoned pinstripe jacket and his precisely knotted tie. "He looks very academic to me. Oooohh... too much vermouth!" She handed the martini back to him.
"Drier, please, mister bartender. I like it much, much drier and, please... you can be much more informal. I'm Barb, she's watshername and you're Danny."
"Okay, swell, Barb."
"Swell? She arched an amused eyebrow at Athena. "He's just as 1930 as his haircut."
"It starts to grow back tomorrow." He gave her a pained grimace and turned back to the bar. One last devastating sign had destroyed his will power. Barb's already maddening housecoat drifted wider at the decolletage and for an intoxicating split second he saw it. Ripe and urgent, a nipple stood, boldly inviting mayhem, jutting through the tiny cutout square. She had chosen the gown and bra for Danny Hitson!
Behind the divider muttering disparaging remarks about fussy martini drinkers, he took a long, deciding look at the two delectable figures as they stood together making the salad. Athena of the superlatively cushioned ass and the shapely thighs and sleek calves, and Barbara of the golden hair and the torrid stacking at every cock-crazing point. Both of them taunting his shyness and conservatism. If they knew what he carried in the inner pocket of the pinstripe blue still buttoned so formally, they'd have other thoughts!
Quickly but carefully he removed and folded his jacket. Then, almost carelessly, he dropped tie and shirt and shoes and pants. When he slipped from behind the divider and stalked brazenly at the two still side-by-side with backs to him, he was starkly naked and outrageously erected.
"Mostly gin. Couldn't be drier," he said matter-of-factly, shoving the glass between the girls, then pressing forward to let a stallion length of maddened cock cram just as impolitely into their view.
Barb's expression was sheer, undiluted shock as she stared. It was more than she had invited with her pleas for informality. For one hushed instant neither girl spoke. They inventoried the outsized arrogance of jutting flesh, then looked with unblinking calm into each other's eyes.
"I do believe you invited a problem to dinner, Athena," Barbara chided.
"Honestly, I didn't know it was this much problem!" Her fingers drifted to cover the grotesquely swollen glans, jamming its knobby darkness against the smooth curve of her hip.
Full surrender of both was read by Danny as he watched the exchange of glances between them. They were unprepared for things to move this fast, but were clearly delighted with his brazen aggressiveness. Clearly, whatever pre-dinner entertainment he might have in mind was more than welcome.
A heady euphoria clouded rational thinking as he let them tug him from the kitchen toward the hallway of the master bedroom. Then he remembered!
With an awkward schoolboy leap, he yanked away from his captors and darted to the bar divider where he had carefully folded his coat.
"Now, there's an organized sex maniac!" teased Barbara. "Why in the world do you need your jacket at a time like this?"
The high color of happy delirium flushed his cheeks. "Got all my worldly goods in that jacket. Goes where I go!"
"You're wearing all your worldly goods, if you ask me!" Athena caught his soaring cock in an irreverent squeeze and tugged him eagerly into the bedroom. And once more his peculiar orderliness took command as Danny fought off the cloying hands trying to drag him instantly across the bed.
"Wavittt! One second, damn it! Gotta protect my worldly goods!" He placed the folded jacket carefully on the bedtable.
"I'll protect your goods," squealed Athena, toppling him to his back in a defenseless spread-eagle. She threw herself across his middle, feeling the massiveness of the steely barrel warm across her flesh. It was the largest sex organ she never had met on a man and a kind of desperate urge grabbed her to keep it all to herself, to cut Barbara out of their mutual play and glut herself on the nearest thing to a true stud she ever had met.
As gently as his trembling fingers would allow, Danny stripped Athena of her mini, unzipping the dress as she continued to lie across him, letting it flow loosely to her sides as he undid the bra straps.
"Don't move!" he ordered, beckoning to Barbara, even as he slid Athena's panties down the impudent curvaceousness of her buttocks.
Dark hair cascading lightly across his chest as Athena kept her position atop him, he opened the zipper of Barbara's housecoat and gaped intrigued while the chiffon drifted from her shoulders. Kneeling directly beside him, Barb was a mixture of wanton voluptuary and self-conscious wife as she looked down at his hot stare.
The cutout bra which cupped her sunburst globes and held them high in daring , outspokenness seemed suddenly almost common to Barb. She glanced at the dramatic jutting of frantic nipples and saw the way the man beneath them gawked at the display. And just that fast the opposite mood took her.
She was fiercely happy with her endowments. It was her hand that found her own bra snaps and popped them one at a time. It was her pride that drew her shoulders far back and let the animated exuberance of her breasts soar in tantalizing display before Danny. She saw his lusting stare move from one firmly packed boob to the other and back again. And as his study fixed on the burgeoning tautness of nipples which itched with unrelenting excitement, she glared in reaction to his unblinking fixation.
"So take a picture!" she hissed, cupping under the satin curve of her mounds and hefting them in exaggerated exhibition.
"Sorry!" gasped the spellbound audience of one, stroking the shapely back of Athena's body still sprawled across his front and reaching with his free hand to fondle the fantastic display above him. "Athena's nipples are just as crazy. They feel like acorns on my middle."
He made no effort to stop Athena's sinuous uncoiling away from him, watching her writhe to her back and extend imploring arms toward Barb. It was a fantastic symphony of female seduction as blonde hair mingled with brunette in the girls' embrace. In affected alarm they entwined in a lovely choreography of two luscious nudes about to be victimized by a formidably overgrown bar of male sex flesh.
"Play titty mash!" he demanded unexpectedly. "Let me see your titties mix it up in a pretty squeeze."
"Darling, did you hear? He wants us to be unnatural."
Athena flung her arms around the shoulders of her friend and ground against the buttermilk beauty of Barb's eager front. Hyperexcited nipples met equally sensitive cherries and a shattering electricity stormed to every erogenous point of the two clasping bodies.
Suddenly Danny was staring at an interwoven ball of sizzling sensual agony as lovely arms and shapely legs wrapped and clutched the other's straining torso. He watched the passion in their expressions as both Barbara and Athena tried to stifle the flame within urging them to go much farther than embrace.
"Dear Barb, I... I can't help myself... I... Athena's lips found Barbara's and lingered tenderly.
Blonde hair dipped over the soft curve of her shoulder as Barb turned toward Danny and saw him watching feverishly. Crouched close behind their girl play, stroking lightly at his monumental hard-on as he gawked, he looked devastatingly desirable. It was then that Barb knew the why of her reluctance.
Ever since the pool episode way back when, with its orgy with four men, she had followed a fixed rule, secret to herself. Never again when Barry was not there would she play with others at sex. That was the magic difference which kept it from infidelity.
Since they opened wide the wild new life at Body Watchers, she had kept a private tally of her extra-marital intercourse. She long since had lost count of other acts of sex excitement in the many hours of group play, they'd known together. Happy-go-lucky erections were always being-banged against her body in the games and the swimming at BW. Hard-ons to be teased and penises to be tugged and cocks kissed or avidly sucked. But always with Barry on hand and enthusiastic. He was just as ardent about her going the whole way as she was about his being with other girls. For some reason she'd kept the tally...
It had been six months. Twenty-five wonderful three-day weekends with her Body Watcher friends, making exactly seventy-five days and nights with the wild, passionate people of her new life. In those days she had copulated two hundred times with Barry in the open company of her friends. And something wonderful more -- no less than six times a day with other males each of those pleasure maddened weekends. She'd got it off five hundred and thirty-two times with other men. Always with Barry watching and that made it absolutely out of this world. But he was there!
"Know something crazy, Thenee?" She clutched fiercely at the silken smooth back and felt Athena cement even more tightly against her. "I see a man's erection and I want it so bad I'm about to die, 'cause I can't have it."
"Why, baby?" Athena caressed the sleek turn of her hip and twisted to see the phenomenal sex organ jutting through Danny's fist. "He's offering!"
"But Barry's not here! Only when my man is around. See, then I'm not deceiving him if I do it. I counted last week. Would you believe, I've committed adultery more than five hundred times on Body Watcher weekends and it wasn't betraying him, even once, 'cause my hubby saw them all do it to me."
"Crazy, sweet thing, you!" Athena squirmed clown Barb's front to find the succulent mounds. "You can't do it then till Barry gets home. He's all mine.
"But, I'm... ohhh, Thenee! I'm so hot for it. Please, help me quiet down!"
Intense dark eyes peered deeply into Danny's as Athena looked past the dramatically straining breast she had just kissed. "I'll make you quiet, my dearest. I'll help you while you make me ready." There was a glittering, almost dazed quality in her expression as Athena wriggled to the position she wanted, her stare never leaving Danny's face as she moved.
"Will you take offense?" Her preoccupation had shifted to the prominence of Barb's venus mound as she asked the question.
"What are you going to do?" Danny fought the hoarseness in his throat, knowing without having to ask but daring her to answer.
The eyes were even darker with want as she looked up. "I am going to kiss this darling pussy." Athena's voice was almost a whisper. "And sweet Barbara is going to put her lips where your cock wants to go. Girl to girl, then man to girl. Do you hate us?"
"I love it," breathed Danny, frustrated and fascinated at one and the same time, driven to play with himself to quiet the frantic demand in his loins. "Oh, my god! You're doing it... you really are! Pussy... sweet pussy... kiss each other... both of you... oh, yeahhh!" He stroked himself in mounting excitement.
Naked want took both girls and neither Barb nor Athena had the slightest shame in that want. What they had no way of knowing, not the slightest hint from his behavior, was that Danny had an even greater want.
More than casual dinner conversation with his parents had brought Danny to the Body Watchers scene. For years he had watched his mother's heart being broken by his father's sexual sneakiness. He had seen her humiliated and embarrassed at Gables Racquet Club time and time again. Right there, as she taught some stupid tennis beginner how to play, Naomi Hitson had seen her husband go back into the pro shop to copulate with some non-beginner, cock-teasing broad. The walls of his childhood home had come tumbling down and Danny had hit the hippy trail.
It was out of his years in the counterculture that Danny Hitson Jr. conceived his personal revenge. He'd emerge straight. He'd frighten the establishment with his complete surrender to the normal life. Short hair, shaven face, polished shoes and Windsor knots and here I am, world! Harmless. A returned dropout ready to go your great way!
His focus was quickly turned to Body Watchers when a bitter Naomi told him all his father's former playmates had gone there. It was unbelievably easy to pose as faculty from Gables College with Athena. It was as easy as all his surreptitious preparation study.
For months he'd listened and looked at what sexual excesses went on behind the brick walls of the building. And out of the private espionage Danny emerged with a certainty. If he could collect one good tape recording of the voice or voices of some of the principals at Body Watchers engaged in a sex activity not approved by the general citizenry of Coral Gables, he'd have his revenge. All he'd need do would be to walk that recording into the vice-squad office at the local constabulary and then step out of the way. He looked across the writhing bundle of femininity and knew the costly pocket recorder inside his neatly folded jacket was getting every little heated whisper as the girls went wild with each other. The sudden end to their play ripped him back to reality as he heard Athena's squeal of disappointment.
"Barbara, look!" She pointed to the bent phallus. "Junior jerked off and now he's gone and lost it. Lost his cool over girl games. Dam!"
"Says who he's lost it?" Blonde hair moved slinkily under her shoulders as Barb turned to watch the recharging penis. She caught the deliciously squirming Athena in both arms and dragged her across her own trembling frame. Barb knew her weakness. It was for that maddening tower storming stiffly from Danny's groin. Counterattack against her lust was the only way and she held Athena's arms widespread to display the wonders of luscious girl things to a male whipped with unhinged desire.
Barb stared at the almost maniacal excitement in Danny's eyes as he gazed at the offered target. He was visibly in tremendous stress with himself, and a sixth sense stormed her. There was a wild, wrestling match going on inside the man and it was a battle of wanting to take and wanting to resist. She knew the battle because she'd been there, but with Danny it made no sense.
"Athena, he doesn't want you, dear heart," teased Barb, writhing under her delectable prisoner and worming her legs between Athena's to force the perfect thighs apart. She exposed the sweet slit to Danny's staring. "And I'm your love mattress while he makes you happy."
A violent pulsing riddled Athena's warm body and her buttocks cheeks lifted as she tensed her pelvis to present the hesitating male with a seething temptation.
"Oh, baby... I gotta!"
Danny flung himself between their legs, staring briefly at the incredible temptation of the chance alignment of two fantastic mounds cresting the sweetest passion centers any man ever would see. Beautiful positioning of two pussy slits, both begging for his stuffing.
It had been anything but chance in the frenzied pulling and tugging by Barb as she offered Athena to the invasion of that monstrosity of hardened prick. Betray Barry she never would do! Never by direct solicitation of another cock while he wasn't with her in the play. But he would hardly think it betrayal if, by sheerest chance, she got in the way of the coital madness of Athena. and Danny. Her thoughts tumbled back to the first time of their first sex play together with Athena. Hadn't it been Barry himself who set her up in this very same vulnerable way? And hadn't he tried in his heat to fake her out while he fucked into the delicious body she now held in her arms?
Hardly a betrayal.
Her own man had played the very same game with her many months before. Indulged in Athena while he pretended to play with his wife. It seemed a kind of divine justice it should happen to happen.
At that second she felt an electrifying spasm travel Athena's body as a decided Danny drove his seething organ deep into the topmost cleft. Wild sensations rippled through Barbara as his loaded testicles brushed lightly against her pussy flesh when he was fully seated on Athena.
"Ohhh... you called it, Barb!" Athena arched in delicious surrender to the impaling of the love-starved male. "He's one huge, long beanstalk!" Barbara cupped happy arms around Athena's waist, feeling the lightness of the two bodies grinding against her front forcing her deep and still deeper into the mattress as Danny fucked into a cock-maddened Athena. It was a new first for Barbara to feel the welling of the orgasmic emotion, take the girl sprawled across her. A vibrant pulsing riddled Athena's warm frame and her buttocks drove down against the supporting thighs.
"So ggoodddhhh! So much!" panted Athena as she felt the show waning of her crest. There was something almost viciously commanding about the still fiercely erect cock. When she reached the height of her orgasm she felt a violent shudder take him and heard his happy outcry as he seemed to crest. But there had been no pelting frenzy of flying semen. Now resting his weight on his palms as he hovered over her, looking from Athena's face to Barbara's, there was a new quality she hadn't seen in Danny before. A kind of arrogance. Almost a superiority and even as she puzzled at the shift, he began to grind in new coital urgency.
"Barbara?" hissed Athena, feeling' familiar fingers travel her midriff and find her taut nipples. "You have to feel this nut! Danny, next time is Barb's, but not till you go soft inside me."
"Could take a year," chuckled a much-at-ease Hitson, grinding slowly at yielding cunty lips, stroking his brimming prick deeply into her vagina, then withdrawing almost to the outer lips. Watching the glisten of her come bath on his barrel and waiting till he felt the readiness was there, he withdrew suddenly and drove quickly to the. hilt in the shocked vagina of the body under Athena's.
Shrill cry of surprise! A violent reflex of wanting and resistance grabbed fiercely at Danny's cock and he reacted even more wildly than the unhinged female he had impaled on his cunt-maddened organ.
Pumping furiously into the snug tunnel, he felt his own self-control going as he sensed the frantic and real resistance of this wildly desirable female. And compounding the whole desire-driven madness was the fact that Athena, sandwiched happily in the middle of their copulation struggle, was fingering to inflame Barbara's union with him still more.
A frenzied shriek broke from Barb's lips as she felt herself driven to an orgasm she didn't want. And when her convulsing vagina felt the cannonading semen racing from Danny's phallus deep into her body, she was demon-driven fury, wriggling and wild to be free of the ejaculating cock.
In the crazed effort to spew the unwanted lover from between her legs, she flailed frantically at Athena and drove her viciously from between their bodies. It was the sound of a crashing table lamp as Athena tumbled over the edge of the bed that ended the chaos.
Abrupt total quiet enveloped the two on the bed. Seconds passed and the room slowly stopped spinning for Barbara. She looked to right and to left, then pushed hurriedly to an elbow to peer over the side of the bed at the crumpled figure of her friend. "Thenee! Are you all right?"
Dark hair lifted slowly as Athena straightened from the floor, her fingers touching the point where her chin had made first contact.
"I'm all right, but Danny's coat is a mess. It saved my life, because it got to the floor first." She scooped the rumpled jacket casually from the carpet and tossed it onto the bed. "Sorry about that, but you really ought to throw it away anyway." She crept across the edge of the spread and her eyes were suddenly moist.
"Barb, what would a friend be doing with this in your home?" She opened her fist slowly and the tiny tape recorder tumbled onto the bed.
