Elaine and Herbert Henderson had been married for nine years when they decided to take a second honeymoon. At forty-five, Herbert was well-established in his own prosperous hardware business, and Elaine, sixteen years younger than Herbert, had everything a wife should need to make her life happy and contented; but despite their enviable financial position, a certain boredom had insidiously crept into their lives.
It was not something that could be pinpointed; Herbert was the soul of generosity and kindness with his wife, while Elaine was genuinely fond of Herbert and did everything she could to make his life comfortable and happy.
At times, Elaine felt that life was slipping away from her without her realizing her full potential, whatever that nebulous condition might be; while Herbert, though fully aware that he was fortunate to have a wife who was still young and beautiful, found himself glancing at other women who were still younger than Elaine, and though they might not have her facial beauty, he imagined that their bodies exuded an aura of sensuality and sexual promise.
When Herbert suggested that they take a prolonged vacation at WINDWARD, an exclusive and expensive resort hotel on the west coast of Florida, Elaine was enthusiastic.
"We'll make it a second honeymoon," she said, looking happier than she had been for a long time.
"Of course we will, honey," said Herbert, "and there are two first-rate golf courses nearby."
* * *
In addition to the luxury hotel itself, WINDWARD boasted four small cottages, situated on the edge of the sandy beach. One minute from the ocean, the management claimed, and two minutes from the top-rated restaurant and ballroom in the hotel itself.
Each cottage was furnished and equipped in the most luxurious manner possible, and the rental for these delectable havens was also close to the ultimate.
"It's absolutely perfect," drooled Elaine, staring around their cottage. "Oh, Herbert," she gushed, throwing her arms around his neck, "I know we're going to have the most divine time here."
* * *
The first night, after a magnificent meal, followed by dancing and drinks in the opulent ballroom, Elaine and Herbert went to bed and made love.
It wasn't so very different from their normal procedure: Herbert pressed his ample belly on Elaine's slim body, screwed his long thin penis into her accommodating vulva and thrust, withdrew... and thrust again until he reached his climax. But... Elaine had an orgasm, too, which was unusual. She was soused to performing the sexual act as though it were a necessary, but not particularly exciting, routine that the fact that she reached an orgasm at all -- even though it was a mild, not-completely-satisfying orgasm -- startled and slightly shocked her.
What had she been missing all these years? she asked herself as she lay on her back, listening to Herbert breathing deeply as he slept the sleep of a satisfied man. She wracked her brain, trying to recall the last time she had attained her orgasm and finally concluded that it was so long ago, she couldn't remember the occasion.
At last she fell asleep, with the thought and hope in her mind that maybe -- just maybe -- a new environment and change of atmosphere might make a world of difference between her and Herbert.
CHAPTER TWO
"I was talking to the young couple in the cottage next to ours," said Herbert as he and his wife ate breakfast on their second day at WINDWARD. "They're on their honeymoon," he grinned, "their first honeymoon, and he plays golf." Herbert sipped at his coffee, "You don't mind if I play a round with him this morning, do you, dear?"
Elaine stared across the table at her husband. "Of course I don't mind, but when did you meet him?"
"Strolling on the beach this morning," he took a bite of toast, "you know how early I was up. Well, he was wandering around, too. We got talking." Herbert helped himself to marmalade. "He seems a nice young guy -- about twenty-one or two, rd say. Bob's his name, and his wife is Debbie: "What's she like?"
"Kinda cute; very tiny, young and very shy." Elaine poured more coffee. "Just a young kid!"
Herbert laughed. "You're not so old yourself, dear. I think you'd like her. Maybe you could get some sun .on the beach together while Bob and I play golf."
Elaine shrugged. "Maybe."
* * *
They were sitting on the beach between the cottages, a young, handsome couple, when Herbert and Elaine returned from breakfast.
"He looks so big!" said Elaine when they were still some distance away.
"Yeah," said Herbert, "he's played some pro football; made quite a pile of money I'd guess," he grinned at his wife. "That's how he can afford to stay at a place like this."
The young couple got to their feet as Herbert and Elaine approached. The man was over six feet tall and must have weighed a good two hundred pounds. His broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist, with thick, powerful thighs.
He smiled at them, and Elaine noticed that his teeth were dazzling white and even; his hair, light brown, was tousled in a casual fashion.
"Hi," he said, "meet Debbie."
The small blonde girl was a foot shorter than her husband. She was wearing a skimpy swimsuit, which revealed her out-thrust, well-formed breasts. Her waist was slim, but her thighs still bore a trace of chubby baby-fat.
"How do you do," she said with a shy smile.
"Elaine, my wife," said Herbert.
They exchanged casual words, then Herbert suggested: "How would you and Debbie like to spend the morning on the beach together, while Bob and I play golf?"
"Sounds fine to me," said Elaine, while Debbie nodded and gave her shy smile.
"I'll have to change into my swimsuit," said Elaine. She gave a laugh and glanced at Debbie's flimsy bikini. "I feel overdressed like this!" She was wearing shorts and a cotton blouse.
* * *
They had been sitting on the beach for more than an hour; soaking up the sun and indulging in idle conversation when Debbie asked: "How long have you been married, Elaine?"
"Nine years."
Debbie stared at the sand. "Are you happy?"
Elaine glanced at the small blonde then shrugged: "I guess so; there's no reason I shouldn't be."
The little girl was quiet for so long that Elaine said: "How long have you and Bob been on your honeymoon?"
"Just two days. We got here the day before you."
Elaine laughed. "So you're still very, very new newly-weds!"
"Not exactly," said Debbie, not smiling. "We were married a month and a half ago, but decided to wait until Bob had finished his football schedule before we took our honeymoon."
"I see," said Elaine, "and how do you like being married?" She smiled as she said it, expecting a flip reply, but Debbie seemed to consider the question very seriously before she answered. "I don't know. I really don't know!"
"What!" Elaine was startled.
"Oh, I'm in love with Bob alright, but... "
"But what?" asked Elaine, frowning in perplexity.
"But -- but... " the small blonde looked as though she were going to cry. "Oh, Elaine," she blurted, "I want to talk about it to someone, and you seem like -- like sympathetic."
"Don't worry," said Elaine very softly, "you'll get used to it. You'll like it... "
"How can I get used to it," muttered Debbie, "when I've never had it!"
"Never had it!" Elaine repeated, "You've been married six weeks and you've never made lover Debbie nodded, spoke with her head hanging down. "It's impossible!"
"I don't understand," murmured Elaine.
"We've tried," Debbie almost sobbed, "but we can't. D'you know what I mean? Bob can't get inside me, I'm too small!"
Elaine's eyes opened wide. "He's so big," Debbie mumbled, "he's like a horse or a bull or something. His... his cock's too big for me... it won't go in my pussy. I've tried and tried until I was all sore but it won't go in. Then he gets mad at me -- slaps me around and wants me to take his cock in my mouth -- but I can't do that either!"
"Why not?" Elaine whispered.
"I... I can't open my mouth wide enough -- his cock won't go in!"
Instinctively, Elaine glanced at Debbie's mouth. The little blonde had full lips, small even teeth and a well-shaped, normal-sized mouth. Her husband's penis must be huge! she thought.
Elaine felt an involuntary movement inside the crotch of her bikini as the thought registered in her mind. How would it feel to have a massive shaft like that squeeze into her pussy?
She closed her eyes and pressed her thighs together at the thought.
"Then what do you do?" she asked.
"Sometimes, when he's in a good mood, he sucks my pussy with his mouth and makes me come like that. And... and I squeeze his cock with my hand, stroke it... like rub it up and down until he squirts all over me."
"And that's all?"
"Well," Debbie's cheeks were bright red, "he -- he pushes his cock in between my thighs at the top; puts cream on the insides of my legs then tells me to hold them tightly together, and he lies behind .me and pushes them until he squirts."
Debbie was silent, then: "I don't like that very much. The only thing I like is when he plays with me with his hand; tickling my clitoris, squeezing it until I come. But... but he only does that when he's in a very good mood. Like after he's played a good game, and the team's won. Other times, especially after they've lost, he's mad at me, like cruel. He sits on my breasts, points his big cock at my face, then squeezes it, strokes it until he's going to come, then he tells me to open my mouth, and I hafta to do what he says so he can put the end of his cock between my lips, spurt his stuff into my mouth and swallow it. So much stuff, so damned much, it chokes me. Sometimes after, I'm sick. I mean real sick in my stomach. But he doesn't care. As soon as he's come, he turns over an' goes to sleep."
Elaine wrapped an arm round the young girl's shoulder. "You poor kid," she murmured.
"Don't tell Bob what I said!" Debbie sounded frightened. "I shouldn't talk like that -- not to anyone. It -- it's just that I had to say it out loud. You won't tell him?"
They sat in silence; each busy with their own thoughts for several minutes, then Debbie murmured: "It -- it wasn't like that with you when you first got married, Elaine?"
Elaine gave the girl a sharp look. "You mean was Herbert too big for me?"
Debbie nodded, very serious.
Elaine gave a laugh which was more bitter than amused. "I should say not! Herbert's got a thin long cock if you must know. Sometimes I wish he was bigger!" She screwed her lips together, "Much bigger!"
"You can have Bob if you want him!" Debbie blurted, then her mouth dropped open and her face flushed as she realized what she'd said. "I -- I'm sorry, Elaine, I didn't mean that. I was just saying ..." Elaine was staring at the blonde girl with a strained expression on her face. "My God," she said at last, "that's crazy, but... " she pressed her lips together, then took a deep breath. When she spoke again, she seemed to be changing the subject. "Did you ever go with any man before you knew Bob, Debbie?"
Debbie gave a shy laugh. "Just once."
"And it was alright? I mean, you weren't too small for him?"
Debbie laughed again. "I was only sixteen years old and he was fourteen."
"Fourteen?"
"Just a little kid... with a teeny, weeny cock!"
"But you did it?"
Debbie nodded, stopped laughing. "Sure we did it!"
"Then you're alright," said Elaine, "it's just that Bob happens to be too big for you!"
"Fine time to find that out!" said Debbie, bitterly. "Before you were married, you never... "
Debbie cut in. "No, never. Not that we wouldn't have. I'd have let him... it was just something that never like happened!"
Elaine stared searchingly at the young bride, then got to her feet. "Let's go in the water; I'm feeling hot!"
"Sure," Debbie scrambled to her feet, and the two females, limbs flashing, breasts bobbing, ran down to the edge of the ocean.
* * *
"Come into our cottage and I can fix up a couple of drinks while we dry off," said Elaine, as the two young women scampered across the beach.
"Okay," Debbie gasped, out of breath after her exertions in the water.
They picked up their beach towels, then wended their way across the practically-deserted beach to Elaine and Herbert's cottage.
"Come into the bedroom and I'll dry your back and you can dry mine," said Elaine, leading the way into the thickly-carpeted master bedroom, unhooking her minute bra as she entered.
"You've got a nice figure, Elaine," said Debbie, shyly, staring at Elaine's bare breasts.
Elaine smiled. "Not so bad for twenty-nine. How old are you, Debbie?"
"Twenty." Debbie took off her bra as she answered.
"You're lovely," Elaine whispered, "Bob's a very lucky guy."
A strange smile curved Debbie's lips. "D'you really think so -- after what I've been telling you?"
Elaine didn't answer; dragging off her tiny bikini briefs instead. She felt Debbie's eyes on her and glanced up in time to see the young blonde's eyes riveted on her luxuriant pubic hair.
"You've got a lot of hair down there," Debbie whispered. "That's what men like, isn't it?"
Elaine looked surprised. "I don't know. Do they?"
"I -- I guess so," mumbled the blonde.
"Have you?"
Debbie slid off her bikini; bared a sparse thatch of blonde hairs. "You can see; not much!" She sat on the edge of the big double-bed, holding her chubby little thighs tightly together.
Elaine stared at the apex of them; the crevice of flesh where her thighs met below the small blonde triangle.
"Are you really so small?" she asked.
Debbie flushed. "Yes!"
Elaine waited. Debbie stared at the floor for a minute, then jerked her head up. The color had receded from her cheeks, leaving them white, waxy. "Wanna see?" she hissed.
She spread her thighs apart, let herself fall back on the bed. Elaine watched the red slit appear, and as her thighs parted, the small lips curled slightly open.
Very slowly, Elaine moved to the bed, sat down beside her. Gently, she stroked inside the thighs, then leaned over Debbie, spoke with her lips close to the blonde's face. "May I touch it?"
The color flooded Debbie's cheeks again, then receded and they looked whiter than ever. Her pale lips moved as she mouthed the words: "If you want to."
With infinite care, Elaine moved her hand between the parted thighs, slid her fingers up until she felt the warm wetness of the young, sweating vulva. Slowly, she inserted one finger between the soft lips, slid it up, higher and higher.
"Does that hurt?" she asked.
Debbie made a smothered sound. "No!"
Elaine let her finger slide down, feeling the porous vaginal walls hugging and sucking it. The lips of the small pussy seemed to curl open wider; Elaine's hand moved again. This time, she inserted two fingers in the sensuous canal.
Debbie lay still; only the rise and fall of her breasts showing that she was awake, aware. The suction inside the vulva was greater this time: stronger and more sensual.
"Hurt?" asked Elaine again.
"No," said Debbie; she lay back with her eyes closed then added: "I like it!"
Elaine slid her fingers down quickly. My God, she told herself, she hadn't brought this naive young bride into her bedroom to indulge in a session of Lesbianism!
"You're alright, Debbie. You're normal -- there's nothing wrong."
Debbie sat up, closed her thighs, looked at Elaine's face. "Alright for what?"
"For a man with a normal-sized cock!" said Elaine, harshly.
Debbie gave a high laugh. "So what am I supposed to do? Walk around with a sign, saying: Young bride wants man with normal-sized cock?"
Elaine didn't laugh, and her expression was tensed, serious as she said very quietly. "You wouldn't have to look very far. Herbert's cock is long but thin!"
Debbie's eyes opened wide. "Your husband!"
"Yes," said Elaine, getting to her feet and taking a pack of cigarettes off the dresser, "my husband." She lit a cigarette, blew out smoke.
Debbie's expression was incredulous. "You'd want me to go with your husband? Fuck, screw, make it with him?"
"I didn't say that," said Elaine very calmly, "I simply said that he's got a thin, long cock. A normal sized cock!"
"My God!" gasped Debbie, "give me that drink you were talking about."
Elaine laughed; then, still naked, walked into the kitchen and fixed two small gins with ice and lime.
When she returned to the bedroom, Debbie was sitting in the same position, still nude, still with a dazed expression on her cute little face.
She took the drink from Elaine, gulped it down, then asked: "What about your Elaine raised her eyebrows. "What?"
"You got a snug tight pussy like me?" Elaine flushed, looked momentarily angry, then snapped: "No, not so big, either!"
"But bigger than mine."
"Yes!" Elaine drained her glass, then: "Yes, yes, yes!" Her breasts rose and fell, then she snapped: "You want to examine it?"
Debbie flushed at the anger in the older woman's voice, then whispered: "Yes. I want to!"
Elaine clanged her glass down on the dresser; threw herself onto the bed on her back, flung her legs open in a huge split, then muttered, "Okay, go ahead... what're you waiting for?"
Hesitantly, Debbie sat down beside Elaine. She glanced, blushing, at the lips beneath the tangled thatch of brunette hair, then gently touched the opening with her fingertip.
Elaine tensed: a sensuous flicker ran through her flesh at the touch of the young girl's hand.
Slowly, Debbie slid her finger inside Elaine's pussy; felt the churning, expanding and contracting tissue within. She slid in another finger, and then another.
"How many fingers did you put inside me?" she asked in a whisper.
"Two! Just two!" Elaine hissed, restraining an impulse to thrust down with her pelvis.
"I've got three inside you now," said Debbie, "and there's room for morel" A muffled laugh came from Elaine's mouth. "I've got a stretchable cunt!"
"A what?"
"A stretchable cunt. It'll stretch to accommodate the size of the cock that's fucking it, if you hafta know!"
"Who told you that?"
"Someone."
"Your husband?"
"It was long before I even knew Herbert!"
'I've got four fingers inside now!"
"Like I said: it's stretchable."
Debbie withdrew her hand, got to her feet and picked up her empty glass.
"You were just putting me on, weren't you?" she said Elaine jerked. herself upright on the bed. "With what?"
Debbie held up her empty glass. "May I have another gin and lime?"
"Of course," said Elaine, "and fix me one, too."
She watched the blonde girl walk into the kitchen; her slick, rounded buttocks swayed as she moved. "Putting you on with what?" she called after her.
Debbie returned with the drinks. "What you were saying... you know about a normal-sized cock!"
Elaine sipped her drink. "It was true what I said: that's all you need."
"I mean, about your husband, Herbert." Debbie kept her face turned away from Elaine as she spoke.
"Long and slim," said Elaine quietly, "just right for you!"
Debbie's face was red again. "And you'd let him?" her voice was high, "You'd let him... him screw me?"
Elaine stared into her glass. "Would you like it?"
Debbie shook her head. "How do I know?" she met Elaine's eyes, "But I would like to know that I'm normal!"
"You're normal. Small but normal."
"Snug, tight, tiny?"
"That's what men like. Most men!"
Debbie walked around the bedroom, and Elaine noticed her breasts again. They were perfectly proportioned with small, pink nipples that projected.
"And you'd go with Bob?" Debbie's words startled Elaine. She felt her face flushing, and avoided Debbie's eyes. "I -- I never thought about it," she said, staring at her drink. But I had thought of it, the small voice in her head contradicted her, I've been thinking of it ever since you told me about it. How big it was, how it wouldn't squeeze in, how it was more like a horse or a bull!
"Think he could squeeze his huge cock into your pussy; like I told you, it's tremendous?"
Stretchable," whispered Elaine. "I've got an elastic, stretchable cunt!"
Debbie sat down beside the older woman. "You mean a swap?" she hissed.
Elaine drew in her breath. "I -- I hadn't thought about it that way!"
"You and Bob," mumbled Debbie, "your husband and me!"
Elaine laughed nervously. "It -- it sounds crazy!"
"Lotsa couples swap," said Debbie. "Did you and Herbert ever?"
"No."
Debbie hurried into the kitchen, refilled their glasses. When she returned her eyes seemed brighter. "When are we gonna do it?" she asked.
Elaine looked at the young girl. "Sure you wanna?" she asked, thinking that she was the older one; the one who ought to exercise the control... if she wanted control!
Debbie gulped her drink, nodded. "I... I'm willing!" she looked at Elaine, "You?"
A monstrous organ that might split her cunt open!
"Okay with me," she said, finishing her drink.
CHAPTER THREE
"It's kinda sad," said Elaine to her husband as they relaxed in the comfortable living-room at their cottage. "She's such a sweet young kid, and -- imagine -- married six weeks and she's never had it... never had anything!"
Herbert stared at his wife. "Sounds crazy to me. There must be a reason."
"I told you, Herbert; she's too small -- her pussy's so tight that Bob can't get into it!"
Herbert stirred, loosened his shorts at the crotch.
"It can't be that tight!" he muttered.
"But it is," said Elaine, "she came in here to dry off after we'd been swimming, and I saw it!"
Herbert's eyes popped. "Saw it?"
"More than saw it," said Elaine, "I -- I touched it; pushed my finger inside... she -- she wanted to show me how snug and tight she really was."
"You did?" Herbert looked startled. "The things you women do!"
Elaine drew upon her cigarette. "If Bob were normal like, say, you, dear, it'd be alright. She could take an ordinary cock; maybe it'd be a very tight squeeze, but I'm sure she could get it in -- but Bob's cock's not normal so she says!"
Herbert didn't look at his wife when he spoke, and his voice was strangely husky. "When... when you put your finger inside her... her pussy, was it... it moist?" he muttered.
"Wet and warm," said Elaine, watching her husband's face.
He got up, paced up and down the room. "I know it sounds crazy," he said after a while, "but just for a gag -- what would you think if we swapped for one night?" He laughed, embarrassedly, after he'd suggested it.
Elaine looked her husband in the face. 'That's what Debbie wanted. She thinks you're a very attractive man!"
Herbert's eyes popped again. "She said that?"
Elaine nodded.
He stared at his wife. "And you'd have Bob! If what she says is right, he's just a fucking big stud!" Elaine lowered her eyes. "Just to go along with it, dear; then I wouldn't spoil your fun with Debbie!"
"Like hell!" Herbert snapped. "You'd just love to get a fat prick inside that fucking, stretchable cunt of yours!"
Elaine smiled. "Jealous, dear?"
Herbert breathed hard, then controlled himself. "No, I'm not jealous." He grinned suddenly, "Bob may be a hell of a good football player, but I can beat him at golf!"
"So that makes it alright," said Elaine, sarcastically. "You can beat him at golf, so it's okay for him to fuck your wife!"
She smiled at Herbert's expression, then asked very sweetly: "How would it be if he'd beaten you?"
He stared at her as though he was considering the question, then he murmured, "But he didn't beat me, dear; I beat him!"
Elaine got up, moved to the table to pour some fresh coffee. "So you'd like to swap for one night?"
He watched her bending over the table. "What about Bob. Has anyone told him about all this?"
Elaine filled two cups. "Debbie's probably telling him right now." She gave a nervous little laugh. "I think he'll go along with it!"
Herbert got up, moved behind her, spanked hard on the tempting bottom which was so conveniently positioned.
'You're damned right he won't object. You're a juicy piece of cunt, Elaine, if you don't mind my saying it, with a soft spankable bottom, and a fuck able, stretchable cunt!"
Elaine squealed when he slapped, then she turned, her face red but smiling. "You say the nicest things, dear. Here's your coffee." And she handed him a cup.
* * *
"But how the hell did you get on a subject like that?" asked Bob.
Debbie smiled. "Like accidental, Bob. Elaine was telling me how rotten it was for her with Herbert. In bed, I mean. He's a real good guy, but he can't make her come!"
Bob shook his head in, wonder. "I never thought that women talked about things like that!"
"Well, she's been married nine years and never had a proper orgasm. His cock's too thin, so she says."
Bob was thoughtful. "So she suggested that we swap for one night?"
"That's what she'd like. She thinks you're really something. Quite a hunk of man, she said."
"Is that right!" He stared in front of him; a distracted expression on his face. "She's a pretty attractive woman herself." He looked at Debbie, added, "Woman, not girl!"
"Maybe that's what you want," whispered Debbie.
He got up, cupped her chin with his hand, stared at her face, thoughtfully but tenderly. "Maybe it is," he murmured, nodding his head. He moved away abruptly, then grunted, "If it's okay with you and them -- it's okay with me!" He moved into the bathroom, and Debbie could hear the water running in the shower as she went to phone her friend, Elaine, and make the arrangements.
CHAPTER FOUR
"How do you feel?" Elaine asked Debbie as they sat in the ballroom-restaurant at WINDWARD and waited for their husbands to join them.
"Like excited," whispered the small blonde girl.
It was two days since the wives had told their husbands of the talk that they had had. Two days of alternating doubt and thrilling excitement for Elaine; and a time of throbbing anxiety and shivering anticipation for young Debbie. It was the night of the SWAP!
Everything was arranged; after their dinner and dance, Herbert would escort Debbie to her cabin, while Bob would take Elaine to hers.
When the sessions were over -- and they'd set no real time-table -- the husbands would return to their wives, and, presumably, sleep in their own cottages for the-rest of the night.
"In a way, it's like weird!" murmured Debbie, turning her big eyes on Elaine.
Elaine saw Herbert and Bob, wearing strained smiles of unconvincing nonchalance, approaching their table.
"They're as nervous as we are," she whispered, then the two women forced smiles onto their faces, murmured meaningless, conventional words as their husbands sat down with them, and dinner was ordered.
* * *
"You like something to drink?" Elaine asked Bob as she closed the door of the cottage behind them.
He stood in the center of the living-room, staring about him, awkwardly. "Yeah!" he sounded hoarse, "I sure would!"
"Is Scotch alright?" she asked, opening the liquor cabinet.
"Sure."
Elaine poured two drinks, iced them, handed one to Bob. "Here's to it," she said, sounding gay and slightly drunk.
He nodded, drained his glass. "It... it's kinda warm in here," he mumbled, loosening his tie.
"Make yourself comfortable," said Elaine, "take off your jacket and tie." Glass in hand, she moved to the bedroom door. "Be right back."
Inside the bedroom, Elaine stripped off the clinging pink dress which she'd worn for dinner; then stared at her braless breasts, bare legs and tiny nylon briefs which covered her pubic thatch, and reached for her silk peignoir. About to throw the peignoir over her warm flesh, she changed her mind, dropped the flimsy garment on the foot of the bed, then drink in hand, strolled back into the living-room, wearing only her nylon bikini.
"NOW, I feel more comfortable," she said, smiling, "how about you?"
Bob's eyes bulged as he stared at the half-naked woman. Her breasts were bigger than Debbie's, and the nipples seemed more protrusive, more demanding. His eyes veered down to the flimsy covering over her belly, and he saw the darkness of her pubic hairs through the thin nylon.
He felt his penis rearing, and, instinctively, thrust his hand down over his crotch. Elaine's eyes followed the movement and she restrained a small gasp. A long, hard column projected from his crotch to just below his waist. He must be huge!
She moistened her lips; stood in front of him. "Take your pants off, Bob!" she murmured.
He unfastened his belt with trembling fingers; unzipped the front of his pants then slid them off.
Elaine gasped. "My God, Debbie wasn't kidding when she told me about your cock!"
He reached to her flimsy briefs, slid them down her thighs. "What did she say?" he asked, hoarsely.
"That you're more like a horse or a bull than a man!" Elaine reached to his thin briefs as she spoke, slid them down his legs. His huge organ sprang out like a snake released from a trap. Elaine pursed her lips, felt the breath panting from her mouth. It must be three inches thick and about nine inches long... she'd never seen a cock like that!
"Poor little Debbie's pussy!" she gasped.
Bob gave a jerky laugh. "She's never had it in her! We've been married six weeks an' I've never had my cock up her cunt!"
Elaine stared down at him as he fondled her thighs, then squeezed his hand in between them, pressed a finger between the wet lips of her pussy and felt inside her.
"Her stupid, too fuckin' tight little cunt!" he mouthed.
Elaine closed her eyes, leaned back from the waist, felt his finger moving inside her. "Let's go into the bedroom," she whispered.
"Oh, yeah," he panted, getting to his feet, not relinquishing his grip on the fragile vaginal flesh, "D'you think you can take it?"
Elaine staggered towards the bedroom; Bob beside her, bending down as he groped inside her, intimately. "What?"
"My cock up your cunt?" he asked.
She reached down as they moved, encircled his organ with her fingers. It was so thick that her fingers couldn't touch around its circumference. "I can try," she whispered, then giggled, nervously, "It'll be a lotta fun trying!"
Her panties had dangled around her ankles after he'd pulled them down; now, she kicked them off as they moved towards the bed.
She fell backward; letting her legs spread open as she lay on her back, crosswise, on the bed.
Bob stared at the wet opening; saw the pink lips oozing open and closed, then dragged off his shirt and his briefs.
His cock looked bigger than ever, Elaine thought as she watched it weaving above her.
"How'd you wanna try it?" he asked, hoarsely. "Me on top or you?"
"You!" she hissed, lifting her feet, propping her heels on the edge of the bed, making the vaginal opening look bigger and wetter.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned, throwing himself on top of her; thrusting his heavy body between her parted thighs, forcing himself up, higher and higher, until Elaine could feel a round hardness pressing against her pussy.
"It... it's more like a... club than a cock!" she panted, feeling the huge ball gyrating against her vulva.
"Scared?" he panted, straining to force the thick shaft through the opening.
She writhed, feeling pain. "No, but... " the breath hissed out of her throat, "do it from the back... fuck me from behind!" She squirmed herself onto her face; bending her knees, raising her buttocks and parting her thighs in front of him.
He stared at the hairy opening as she arched her back, pushed her cunt upward, then he climbed on top of her, guided his stiff cock to the lips that waited, probed at the entrance, then gasped, "Ready?"
She felt the round, hard ball touching the wet, squirming lips and panted: "Yes!"
Bob thrust inward and upward, feeling the wet tissue spread, resist then open wider.
"Eeeeh!" the squeal squirted from Elaine's mouth as the massive cock pried at her vulva. "My poor pussy!" she screamed, "you're tearing it apart!"
The breath grated in Bob's throat. His cock was almost inside the wet, warm maw. He increased the strength of his thrust, felt the tissue clinging to his cock, resisting it but parting. He was inside!
A groan grated from his throat. "You cunt you, you're open!"
He plunged his massive organ inside; felt the head of it hit the top of Elaine's cunt. She squealed again, jerked her body upward.
The round thickness filled her sexual canal completely; each time Bob thrust up, Elaine felt the soft walls of her vulva hugging the sides of the massive organ. When he dragged down, the flesh round her clitoral area would be pulled down, too, and the new thrills would titillate her as his hard cock pressed on her clitoris.
"Mmmmm," 'she drooled, writhing her hips very slowly, "this is - mmmm!"
Bob gave a breathless laugh. "I think it's mmmmm, too," he said, jerkily.
The veins in his shaft were pulsating, swelling; so tight was Elaine's vaginal grip on his penis that when he pulled the organ outward, he could feel her whole body being pulled down the bed with it.
He placed his hands on her bottom, flatly, pushed the soft flesh away from him as he withdrew, then pried the sensitive flesh apart as he drove in again. "Ohhh, this is like heaven," murmured Elaine, "my cut's going crazy!"
The sweat rolled from Bob's forehead and dripped onto Elaine's bare back as he worked with sexual energy.
"My God, Elaine," he gasped, "I've never fucked such a slick, tight cunt in my life!"
"Don't talk," she whispered, feeling the sweet thrills coming closer together and getting more intense, "just go on fucking!"
"Yeah, oh, yeah!" he promised.
* * *
Herbert looked at Debbie after they had entered their cottage. The small blonde blushed, turned her face away from him then walked towards the kitchenette.
He followed her. "Shy?" he asked.
She nodded; not speaking but taking ice out of the fridge, putting it in glasses.
"I... I guess I am." She half-turned. "I've never done anything like this before!"
Herbert placed his hands on her shoulders. "Neither have I," he assured her. His head went down and he kissed her soft young lips. Her response surprised him: he felt a small worm of a tongue snake out, thrust into his mouth and squirrel around with frantic little licks.
He kissed her back, deeply and sensuously, then drew his head back, took a deep breath, and asked, "Regret it?"
She shook her head, then her face was lit up by a shy smile. "I... I like you." She turned to the glasses, picked them up. "What would you like to drink, Herbert?"
"Anything," he said, "whatever you have."
She took a bottle of gin from a shelf, poured some in each glass. "Gin okay? I like gin."
"Gin's fine," he said.
He watched her mixing lemon with the liquor then moved close behind her; pressed his body against her, cupped her small, firm breasts with his hands.
She moved herself very slightly, and he could feel his penis hardening, pressing between the soft cheeks of her bottom.
He took one hand off a breast, moved it to the hem of her skirt, reached up and under it. Her thighs were as smooth as he'd expected; soft, warm, inviting, too. He felt between them: she was wearing cotton briefs, and he was able to squeeze a finger inside a pantyleg.
Debbie stood very still, letting him feel her; not stopping him but not doing anything to encourage him. The lips of her sexual slot were pressed tightly together; Herbert eased his finger inside the moist slit. Debbie made a low panting sound.
"Let's take our drinks into the bedroom," Herbert whispered into the young bride's ear.
She nodded, took a half-step forward and his finger slid out of her pussy. Herbert breathed deeply through his nose. The soft feel of young, sensuous flesh had excited him. His penis was already getting hard.
He followed the little blonde into the bedroom; watched her put clown the glasses on the bedside table, then turn, face him, half-afraid, half-expectant.
"You're lovely, Debbie," he said, hoarsely, taking off his coat and tie.
She flushed at the compliment, then lowered her eyes. "I suppose I'd better get undressed," she whispered.
Herbert laughed; didn't answer but slid off his pants and felt Debbie's eyes watching him.
She was staring at the bulge in his shorts when he slipped them off. His penis was in a state of erection, and Herbert glanced down at it, then met Debbie's eyes. "Not too big?" he .asked with a diffident smile.
Debbie picked up her drink, gulped it down, panted for air then laughed, nervously. "I don't know... " her hand went to the zipper at the side of her skirt; she slid it down, then slipped off her skirt.
Herbert stared at the smooth white thighs above the tops of her stockings. They were soft-looking, still slightly-baby-fatted, and the sight of them made him feel more excited, impatient.
He reached for his glass, brushing against Debbie as he moved to the bed table; the feel of her naked flesh against his made him twitch with anticipation.
He swallowed his drink while Debbie was taking off her blouse, removing her bra then sliding down her stockings.
She was blonde, blonde, blonde!
Her pubic hair was sparse; the same color as the hair on her head, and her nipples were smaller than Elaine's; more pointed, virginal-looking.
Herbert pressed his hand over his crotch; felt his cock jerk. He longed to take those twin peaks into his mouth and suck! He licked at his lips, stared at the naked girl as she stood in front of him, quite motionless as though waiting for something to happen.
"Get on the bed," he hissed.
Debbie sat down on the edge of the big bed, then swung up her legs and Herbert had a glimpse of pink lips between the white thighs before she lay on her back with her legs held, demurely, together.
He climbed onto the bed beside her; turned his head and kissed her on the mouth. She responded as she had done in the kitchenette; snaking out her tongue, kissing him wetly, passionately, warmly. Herbert touched a breast with one hand; found that the nipple was stiff: his other hand slid over her belly-flesh, glided through the sparse thatch of hairs and probed between her thighs.
The soft baby-fat was warm, slightly-moist, and one thigh pressed against the other, making a delicious crevice of smooth, fleshy walls. He slithered his hand into the softness, felt her thighs parting; then his finger reached up, found the tight slit, probed at it until it opened. He thrust his finger inside. It was wet, warm and sensually sweet inside.
He dragged his lips off hers for a moment, whispered: "You're so tight, Debbie. So snug, slick and sweet!" His mouth went back onto hers and he half-rolled his body on top of her.
Tremulously, she reached down, touched the end of his penis. He jerked at the contact of her fingers, then eased himself more on top of her; pressed his knees between her legs, parted them, slid in between.
Her lips jerked off his. "Don't hurt me," she whispered, "please don't hurt!"
The end of his cock was trapped between the softness of her thighs. "Of course I won't hurt you, Debbie-honey. I couldn't hurt a sweet little doll like you!"
She relaxed herself, and he moved his body higher, let the end of his cock pry at the moist slitted lips.
Herbert reached down; drew a finger up the quivering slit, felt it ease open a little more. He gripped his cock, guided it to the opening. The vaginal lips seemed to suck at it, but the opening was small, fight.
"I... I'll hafta push hard for a moment," Herbert muttered into her ear.
She shivered. "Okay," she whispered, stretching her legs as far open as she could.
He paused for a second, then drove upward, strongly. Debbie squealed; Herbert felt the lips impeding his organ, then opening wider, becoming wetter, slicker -- and he plunged his cock inside the tight little pussy.
Debbie shivered all over; Herbert felt the snug walls hugging his cock, gripping it more tightly than it had ever been gripped before. He slithered it in deeper, heard .Debbie making wet sounds, then pressing her mouth against the flesh on his shoulder. He could feel her tongue tracing a wet pattern on his skin as he thrust his penis in to the limit.
The air panted from his mouth: the wet, sucking sensation of moist, young vaginal walls hugging his stiff cock was almost unbearably sweet! He dragged his hard shaft down slowly, savoring each delicious titillation of moist tissue gripping his organ.
Debbie lifted her mouth off his shoulder: "It didn't hurt like I thought," she mumbled. "It didn't hurt!"
"You like it?" he panted, driving in and out, slowly, sensuously.
"Oh, yes!" Her arms moved round his neck and she pulled his face to hers, kissed his lips.
Herbert could feel her nipples against his chest; they felt like hot spikes of iron. He wriggled himself and felt her writhe her breasts in response.
Suddenly, she moved her arms from around his neck, reached down in between their bodies; found the lips of her pussy, pulled them open wider, then thrust up with her pelvis so that her clitoris was pressing against his cock.
"Push against me there," she whispered, her voice vibrant with passion, "that's where I like it Fuck me on my clit! Make it go -- make me come all over, like crazy, all overt" Herbert felt his cock respond to her sensual words.
"Sure, Debbie-doll," he muttered, driving in deeper, pulling out more quickly, "anything you like, baby, any way!"
The small blonde body became a quivering mass of sex aroused flesh as Herbert continued to fuck it.
* * *
Elaine had already experienced the most intense orgasm that she ever remembered before Bob reached his own climax. She had felt her clitoris bobbing and jerking, and fire seemed to run from the entrance of her pussy to the tip of her clit each time the massive cock thrust into her sexual opening.
She jerked her pelvis wildly; gripping Bob's back, raking him with her fingernails as the waves of ecstasy rocked through her flesh. "Again," she screamed, "keep fucking me, you brute! Make me come again!"
Her words roused Bob to fresh efforts; the fierce sucking grip of her cunt on his cock was driving him to fresh heights of excitement. Elaine squirmed herself, contracting her vaginal walls with a squeezing, caressing motion that he had never felt before. When he felt his scrotum aching and his orgasm approaching, he gasped, "Now, you hot bitch! Suck my cock with your educated cunt now! Noweeeh!"
Elaine pressed up with her clitoris; felt new waves starting to roll inside her belly and knew that her second orgasm was near.
"Fuck it, you big bastard -- fuck it!" she shrilled.
He drove in deep; felt the hard head of his cock expanding, twitching, as he prepared to squirt his hot juice.
"Now!" he shouted, then his mouth was on Elaine's and she felt him chewing at her lips as the hot spurts squirted inside her, strongly and fiercely, turning her into a writhing, squirming piece of female sensuality as she orgasmed for the second time.
"Oh, my God," Bob gasped when they had climaxed. "Oh, my God!"
Elaine smiled, squirmed herself with satisfaction. "Something alright," she purred, "that was something!"
"You came twice?" he asked, his face inches from hers as he lay limply on top of her body. "Uh-huh," murmured Elaine.
After her second orgasm, she had straightened her legs, and Bob had fallen flat on top of her back. Now, his face was over her shoulder, close to her cheek. She turned her head, licked at his face.
"I just came once," said Bob.
Elaine smiled. "I know it."
"But I can come again now," he added.
His limp organ had slid from her pussy after its massive emission; now, Elaine could feel it moving on one cheek of her bottom.
"Okay," she said, squirming in expectation.
"But I want you to suck it," he told her, rolling himself off her back, "with your mouth; your lips."
Elaine stared into his eyes.
"I like it that way," Bob said.
Elaine opened and closed her mouth. "You think I can do it? I mean, take it in my mouth. The damned thing's so fucking big!"
"You're gonna try," said Bob.
He pushed at Elaine's body, turning her onto her back; then he twisted himself so that he was lying on his back, legs dangling over the side of the bed.
Elaine sat up, watched him opening his thighs; saw the massive cock getting a fresh erection, swelling before her eyes.
"Get on the floor," Bob instructed, "crouch down between my legs -- take my cock in your mouth and suck!"
Elaine moistened her lips. The thought of sucking that-huge snake excited her -- but was it possible?
"Why?" she asked, "you've just come -- do you hafta come again?"
'Yeah," he muttered, "I hafta!"
Elaine flashed him an angry glance: she wasn't used to being told what to do. "And suppose I don't want to?"
Bob grinned, evilly. "You'll do it just the same!" He reached up with a big hand, grasped her hair and pulled.
Elaine squealed with pain and anger as he forced her down off the bed.
'You're hurting me!" she snapped.
He pulled her into position between his fleshy thighs. "Then suck it, you hot bitch. You'll love it -- you know you'll love it. Suck!"
The huge organ was in front of her eyes; Elaine swallowed, pushed her face forward, opened her lips and reached for the massive shaft.
Bob retained his grip on her hair until he felt her mouth touching the end of his cock.
Elaine felt as though her mouth was stretched open to its limit when she finally managed to suck the organ inside.
"Mmmmm," drooled Bob, "that's sweet, honey, real sweet!"
He lay back with his eyes closed; let his thighs grip Elaine's cheeks as her mouth did sensuous things to his swelling, jerking organ.
"Don't stop sucking until I tell you, baby, don't stop!"
He moved his buttocks with a sympathetic movement as Elaine's tongue titillated his cock, deliciously.
She gagged; the thick mass of flesh inside her mouth seemed to be choking her.
"Keep suckin'!" Bob panted, and Elaine moved her tongue, wildly, each time she sucked the slick shaft in deep.
* * *
"I'm coming!" Debbie squealed into Herbert's ear.
He worked himself, violently. "Hold it, baby. Wait for me!" He pleaded, squirming his cock against the oscillating walls of the young blonde's hugging, saturated pussy.
"Now, Herbert, now!" she screamed, pressing up with her pelvis, jamming her clitoris against his plunging cock.
"Urgh," panted Herbert, "urgh!"
He squeezed the cheeks of his bottom together as the hot waves of juice flowed down his cock.
"Debbeeeeh!" he screamed, his voice as high as a girl's, as he orgasmed, splattering his juice inside Debbie's frantic pussy.
Her clitoris had gone crazy: it zoomed up, slid back into its slot then jerked up again.
"Ooooh," she moaned, "I've never felt like this, ooooh!"
She jerked her small bottom as the waves of exhilaration rolled from her vulva to her belly and joined the ecstatic blasts that squirled around her clitoris.
"Heaven," she moaned, "oh, heaven!"
Their bodies rocked more gently as they passed the peaks of their orgasms; Herbert felt his soft prick sliding down the wet pussy until it was resting against one of Debbie's smooth thighs.
'You're a nice little doll," he smiled into her face, "you're the sweetest fuck!"
She looked up at him; her eyes round and big. "You mean that, Herbert?" He nodded. "Right. You bet I mean it."
She pursed her lips, lowered her eyes. "Bob always says I'm not good," she opened her eyes, stared at Herbert's face, "no fuckin' good, he says!"
Herbert shook his head. "He doesn't know how lucky he is!"
"But he's never been able to do anything to me -- I mean like, get inside me, fuck my pussy. He's too big -- or I'm too small!"
Herbert grinned. "You're not too small for me, baby. You're just right -- just fucking right!"
"Really?"
He nodded. "I'd like to go on screwing your tight little cunt all night."
Her. eyes became round again. "I... I think I'd like that, too."
He smiled at her. "Then stay where you are. I'll fix us another couple of drinks, then like I said -- I'll fuck that slick little cunt again."
Herbert started to roll off the bed, but Debbie stopped him. "You stay here. I'll fix the drinks." She climbed over him and was about to pick up the empty glasses when she paused, smiled, then bent over him and kissed his limp penis with a tender, wet kiss. "I think you've got a nice cock, Herbert," she told him. "It's not too thin -- but just right!"
Then she picked up the glasses and Herbert watched her small, cute bottom wriggling as she bounced out of the bedroom.
So that's what Elaine had told her! His cock was too thin! He stopped smiling and frowned. Elaine and her damned stretchable cunt! He reached down, touched his cock, found it was getting a fresh erection.
Well, he'd rather have a fresh, tight, snug, juicy, unfucked cunt any time -- any Goddamned time!
Debbie came back into the bedroom with fresh drinks. He looked at her with pleasure and affection. And that's what he had tonight, at least. A tight, unfucked cunt!
'You're all hard again, already!" said Debbie, staring at his stiff cock.
"That's the effect you have upon me, baby," he told her, stroking her smooth bottom as she bent over the bedtable.
"I'm glad of that," she said, standing there so naked but sounding, incongruously, shy, "because you have an effect on me, too!"
He reached out, touched her between her thighs and felt the warm wetness sliding out of her pussy. "What kind of an effect?" he asked.
Her face flushed again. "You make me want to... " her lips pursed, rounded, then, "be fucked," she said, then repeated it. "I like to be fucked by you."
"Come to bed, baby," said Herbert, puffing her towards him by curling his fingers under her crotch and dragging her by her bottom, "that's what you're going to get!"
She smiled, climbed back onto the bed, then handed him his drink.
Debbie sipped at her glass, then asked, not looking at Herbert as she spoke. "Is... is there anything you'd like me to do to you first. I mean, before you fuck me again?"
"Like what?" he asked, draining his glass, and feeling her soft pussy with his free hand.
"I mean," she said, her eyes on her drink, "Bob likes me to do things to him sometimes."
"Like what?" Herbert asked again.
"Suck," she whispered, "lick!"
Herbert stared at her small mouth with its full, well-shaped lips. "His cock?" he asked. "You suck Bob's cock?"
Debbie screwed shut her eyes. "No," she whispered, "I can't do that! It's too big -- it won't go inside my mouth!"
"Then what?" Herbert was startled.
She buried her face on his shoulder, spoke in a muffled voice. "At the back... I... I suck between the cheeks of his bottom. You know, I lick the little opening. He... he likes that!"
"You lick his asshole!" Herbert sounded incredulous.
She nodded. "He -- he makes me do things."
"You like doing that?"
She shook her head. "No, oh no, I hate it!"
"Then why did you ask me if I'd like it?"
Debbie lifted her head, kissed Herbert on the mouth, then, "With you, it'd be okay, I'd like to please you."
"Why?"
"Because you made me come! Nobody's ever made me come -- not like that, not before!" her voice was very small.
"Does he do nice things to you?" he asked softly.
She hesitated, then: "Sometimes. He... he sucks my pussy sometimes."
"You like that?"
She finished her drink. "Uh-huh!" Herbert watched her replace her empty glass on the bedside table. "He always spanks me first."
"What?"
"Bob spanks my bottom before he sucks off my pussy."
"Why?"
Debbie shrugged. "He enjoys doing that. He won't lick my pussy unless I let him spank me first."
Herbert was silent, thinking.
"D'you like having your bottom spanked?" he asked.
Debbie giggled. ""Well, it like stimulates met Makes me get very excited."
"Yeah, I can understand that"
"Sometimes Bob spanks me, gets me all worked up -- then he won't suck my pussy. Though I want it!"
"Why?"
"He gets me excited, real hot, then tells me to suck at his -- his asshole before he'll suck me off, satisfy me!"
"Sadistic son of a bitch!"
"Sometimes he'll go on all night," said Debbie, thoughtfully, "spanking me, getting me hot, then stopping and letting me twist and turn on the bed, while he laughs at me. Teases me. He's real mean some nights."
Herbert lay still, very quiet for a long time. Finally, he murmured, "I don't think I could be mean to you!"
"I know you couldn't, Herbert dear," said Debbie, kissing him on the lips. "Would you like me to do what I said?" she asked, when their lips parted.
Herbert turned onto his face; stretched his legs apart. "I think I would, Debbie. Yeah, I'd like that!"
He felt small hands stretching open the cheeks of his bottom, then a soft face pressed between his thighs, slid higher. A small tongue slid out, searched between the excited buttocks, licking, searching, finding.
Herbert let out a sigh of pleasure. He could get to like this! Really like it!
* * *
The thick, creamy juice spurted again and again, filling Elaine's mouth and throat. She wanted to drag her lips off the monstrous, spitting cock but couldn't; Bob's hands were on her head, his fingers entwined in her hair, holding her face in position while he groaned. "Swallow it! All of it, Elaine-doll, swallow the whole fucking lot!"
She gagged, swallowed with an effort and felt the slimy stuff ooze down her throat. The organ twitched again and another droplet squirted out: Elaine sucked with her tongue, swallowed the last drop, hearing a deep sigh of release and satiation ease from Bob's throat. His hands moved off her head and she felt her hair released from his twisting, painful grasp.
She slumped down on the floor between his legs as the softening shaft slid from her mouth; she gagged, retched, sobbed, "You lousy bastard! You rotten son of a bitch!"
Bob glanced down at the naked body between his feet as Elaine lay in a heap of quivering flesh.
"You liked it," he muttered, "you musta liked it or you couldn't have done it so fucking well!"
Elaine looked up, turning angry eyes on his smug, satisfied face. "I hadda do it! You were twisting and pulling my hair!"
"But you liked it," he insisted.
Elaine swallowed, glanced at the gross organ which dangled, soft but still big, between his fleshy thighs. She'd never had anything so big in her mouth before!
"I didn't like it," she muttered, but she still felt a trace of excitement at the knowledge that her lips, her mouth and tongue had been able to bring this big, sensual man to a frenzy and make his tremendous cock spurt so crazily right inside her throat. It had been a thrill! A weird thrill, but a thrill just the same.
She slithered her hand onto her pussy, felt at the top of the slit: her clitoris was erect, excited. She had liked it!
"Feeling hot, baby?" Bob asked, tightly.
She looked up and saw that his cock was stiffening again.
"Wanna fuck, baby?" Bob asked, hoarsely.
Elaine's lips trembled. "You -- you mean you can, again?"
"Sure." He reached down, helped her to her feet, then pulled her onto the bed.
"From on top this time," he told her, rolling her onto her back, spreading her legs apart.
"But... but you're too big," she protested, remembering the first time he'd tried to force his cock in her pussy from the front, "my pussy's too small!"
His big body was covering her. "Not any more," he told her, "it's stretched. You cunt's bigger than it was -- my cock stretched it when we fucked, and... " he panted, easing himself in between her opening thighs, "I'll stretch it more each time I fuck it!"
Elaine held her breath, drew in her belly, as the huge head of his organ pried at her vaginal lips. He was right! Her cunt was stretching open! She felt the shaft sliding into her, touching all sides of her vagina, squeezing into her, forcing its way through wet, hugging tissue, but gliding inside just the same. She was stretching open to accommodate him!
She closed her eyes. This was ecstasy! She'd never been so sensually filled; never felt her clitoris dragged inward by the size of the pulsating shaft that drove in, pulled out and tickled her clit, thrilled the sensitive walls of her pussy with every throbbing movement.
"Oh," she groaned, "keep fucking like that!"
"Yeah, baby," Bob promised, increasing the speed of his thrusts.
* * *
"Ooooh, Debbie," Herbert groaned, "that's like crazy!" He writhed his buttocks as the hot, wet worm of her tongue squirmed into his anal orifice, tickling him, thrilling him in a different kind of way.
Debbie lifted her lips off his pulsating flesh for a moment, then mumbled, "I just wanna please you, Herbert." Then her face went down again, and the sweet, soothing movements of her tongue went on again.
"And I wanna please you," he gasped after a few minutes, squirming himself from under her.
She looked at him in surprise; her mouth and the skin around it wet with saliva.
"D'you like to be fucked from the back?" he asked.
Debbie shook her head. "I -- I don't know, Herbert. Like I said -- I never have been!"
He leaned forward, kissed her wet mouth, then spoke urgently. "Lie on your face; open your legs and bend your knees a little so that your bottom and your pussy are lifted off the bed."
Wonderingly, Debbie did as she was told.
Herbert scrambled between her open legs, gripped his expanding penis, steered its throbbing head to the hair-enshrouded entrance to her pussy.
He thrust forward quickly, and Debbie gave a high squeal. "Oh, that!"
He let his cock slide into her; feeling the soft vaginal walls hugging his shaft, massaging it with spontaneous undulations.
"Oh, you slick, tight cunt!" Herbert mouthed breathlessly, as he plunged in and out of the warm, wet opening.
He reached under her, found her clitoris: it was stiff, erect; he squeezed it, pulling it away from its slot, then letting it ooze back in.
"I like that," whispered Debbie, wriggling with delight, "keep doin' that!"
Each time he thrust in to the limit, Herbert felt his belly slap against Debbie's bottom, and the sensation of her soft buttocks gave him an added thrill.
She was helping him now; thrusting back as he plunged in, then arching her back, squeezing her thighs together as he dragged his throbbing cock out of her.
"I'm gonna come, Herbert!" Debbie's voice was a high squeal.
"Yeah, Debbie-doll," he panted, "me, too!"
"Eeeeeh, Herbert!" Debbie screamed, "My clit an' my pussy both!" She writhed herself, increasing the tension on his shaft.
Her clitoris was a hard sliver of muscle that twitched in his grip; Herbert squeezed it fiercely, pulled it with all his strength.
Debbie shrieked: "I'm coming noweeeh!" Her body became a twisting, squirming piece of flesh as she writhed herself on his impinging penis.
A groan oozed from Herbert's lips as he felt the first spurts of his orgasm shooting from the lips of his cock.
"Inside me," squealed Debbie, "all wet inside me!"
He spurted again; felt his belly slap against her bottom; felt her clitoris bob madly within his fingers, then he reached his climax and his mouth went down onto Debbie's soft shoulder, biting it, chewing it with unconscious spasms of excitement as the final spurts of his orgasm expended themselves inside her throbbing pussy.
They lay still; Herbert's body still on Debbie's back, his cock still inside her pussy, while they drew in gulps of air.
Debbie turned her head; there was a tender smile on her cute face. "I've never, but ever, come like that!"
Herbert smiled, tiredly. "Neither have I, Debbie, but we're going to do this again!"
"We'll hafta," she agreed.
Her eyes moved to the clock on the bedside table, and she gave a start of surprise. "The time, Herbert! Look it's just before five o'clock!"
He glanced at the clock, and nodded. "Is there any special time that .. " he broke off.
Debbie looked at him, giggled. "I don't know!" Herbert was thoughtful. "Maybe you'd better phone our cottage." Debbie giggled again. "They'll wonder what we've been doin'!"
"Yeah," said Herbert, still thoughtfully as Debbie lifted up the phone. "I wonder what they've been doing!"
* * *
"You fucking big stud," gasped Elaine, "you drove me crazy!"
She was lying on her back beside Bob. They had reached successive orgasms, but her clitoris still twitched every second.
"From on top, you're bigger than ever!" she muttered.
Bob grinned at her. "It's lucky you've got a stretchable cunt!"
"It's not that stretchable!" she protested.
"Just right for me," said Bob.
"Maybe now," said Elaine, "but if you go on fucking me like that with the huge rod that you call a cock, you'll make me so damned big that I won't want anyone else!"
"As long as you want me, that's all that matters," he muttered.
The phone beside the bed rang; Elaine answered, then covered the mouthpiece, whispered: "It's Debbie. They've finished!"
Bob's eyes widened, then he mouthed, "About fuckin' time. Tell her I'm on my way home!"
* * *
Herbert stared at his wife as she sat on the edge of the bed with a glass in her hand. Elaine had thrown a peignoir over her nakedness; now, she sipped at her drink with composure.
"Enjoy yourself?" he asked, hesitantly.
Elaine shrugged, smiled: "I suppose. Your He nodded; went into the kitchen, poured himself a drink.
He and Bob had timed their departures so well that they had passed each other in between their cottages. They hadn't stopped to talk; just muttered: "See you in the morning," in unison, then went to rejoin their respective wives.
He drained his glass, returned to the bedroom, and took off his clothes.
Elaine watched him, and when Herbert saw her eyes go onto his cock, he flushed. "You can take that robe off and get into bed, it's late!"
Elaine gave a short laugh, put her empty glass on the bedtable then slipped off her robe and slithered her naked body under the sheets. "As you say, Master," she said, sarcastically.
He switched off the light, climbed into bed and pressed his bare body against Elaine's, as she lay with her back to him.
He reached in front of his wife, felt at the lips of her pussy. They felt wet, soaking wet, and seemed to be curled wide open.
"I suppose he's fucked your stretchable cunt until it's permanently wide open?" he muttered.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Elaine answered, coolly, pushing back with her buttocks and feeling Herbert's penis move. "My, but he's huge," she murmured, "more like a horse than a man!"
Herbert felt anger, then, unexpectedly, the thought of a horse-like cock squeezing into his wife's pussy excited him. He was getting a fresh erection! .The realization startled him: After all the things he'd done, he was ready to fuck again!
He guided the head of his cock to Elaine's ass hole. "He didn't fuck you here, did he?"
"No," she mumbled, "that wouldn't be possible!"
He thrust inward, and felt her anal canal opening to receive him.
"Do you hafta," Elaine asked, "you know it hurts me when you do that!"
He plunged in harder, heard Elaine make a sound of pain, and that pleased him. "How could an itty-bitty cock like mine hurt your he asked, fucking viciously.
Elaine squirmed herself. "How did Debbie like it" He drove in and out; felt the soft walls hugging, caressing his shaft. "It drove her crazy," he muttered. "She's got the slickest, tightest, snuggest young cunt I ever dreamed off"
"I suppose you loved it!" Elaine hissed.
"Yeah," said Herbert, still fucking steadily, "I like what I'm doing right now, too. You've got a nice, tight asshole, honey; we oughta do this more often!"
"You know something," said Elaine after a moment, "I like it, too," and she started to weave her buttocks in tune with her husband's thrusts.
Suddenly, an unbidden thought entered Elaine's head: What would it feel like to have Herbert's cock squeezing in and out of her ass while Bob screwed her from the front! Crazy! Two cocks inside her; both shooting off at once! The idea made her feel wildly excited, then she forced it out of her mind as she felt Herbert orgasming and spurting his hot juice up her anal canal.
* * *
Bob lay on the bed beside his wife; he glanced at Debbie's face and murmured. "So he managed to get it in you, eh?"
They were both naked, with the sheets pulled down, and Bob imagined he saw Debbie squirm her curvy little body. "Uh-huh, but did he!"
Bob made a contemptuous sound. "Must have a pretty puny prick to screw it into your tiny cunt!" He stretched out his hand, felt at his wife's pussy. The small opening was filled with thick, creamy juice; some of it seeped out as Bob felt it, wetting his hand. "Jeezus," he muttered, "how many times did he fuck you?"
Debbie giggled. "Just a couple of times, is all!" She rolled onto her face, trapping Bob's hand under her.
He dragged his hand out, feeling her wet pubic hairs as his fingers crossed them, then stared at her body as she lay on her face. Her buttocks made tempting mounds as they projected into the air. He touched her smooth bottom very lightly, asked: "Did he spank your cute little bottom, too?"
"No," Debbie whispered, "he didn't do that!"
Bob's hand came down hard; slapping on her bottom, making Debbie jump with surprise. "Then I'm gonna spank you," he told her.
"Why?" she asked softly.
"Just because I wanna," Bob muttered, lifting his hand again, then slapping down hard on the soft, unresistant, flesh.
Debbie squirmed herself; each slap stimulated her already aroused body. She felt the skin on her buttocks getting warmer, felt her flesh tingle each time Bob's hand slapped down.
What would it be like, she wondered with a crazy thought, to have Herbert fucking her tiny pussy while Bob spanked down hard on her bottom?
Like exciting, she thought, squeezing her thighs together so that her clitoris was pressed by the folds of flesh on either side of it. Like thrilling, she guessed, rocking her bottom up to meet Bob's spanking hand, then pressing her pelvis into the bed as hard as she could. Like crazy, too -- but the thought made her feel like coming!
CHAPTER FIVE
""Well," said Herbert, Thoughtfully, "you seemed to like it okay."
It was day after the night of the SWAP, and Elaine and her husband were eating a leisurely midday meal in the kitchen of the cottage.
"So did you," said Elaine , pouring herself a glass of milk, "an what we did together was nice , too."
She paused in front of husband, and he aimed a playful slap at her bikini-covered bottom. "It was so long since I'd been in you from the back", Herbert murmured. I'd forgotten what a nice little ass you had."
"Snug and tight?" she asked "Uh-huh."
"As slick an' huggin' as Debbie's tiny pussy?"
Elaine considered her husband's words. "I'm glad that we did what we did, I mean after you came to bed with me. Fuckin' my ass hole, I mean." She giggled, embarrassed.
Herbert nodded, took a sip of his coffee.
"I was afraid," she said, carefully, "that swapping might not be good -- for us, I mean."
"How do you mean?" asked Herbert.
She shrugged. "We'd never done anything like that before, and I thought that, maybe, we might not feel the same towards each other, after."
"You mean that you'd want Bob's big cock all the time and... "
"And you'd want Debbie's tiny cunt!" Elaine cut in.
They stared at each other in silence. Finally, Herbert said: "I admit that I liked swapping, but it didn't change my feelings about you."
"Thank you, darling, "Elaine whispered, going up to her husband and kissing him on the cheek.
"How about your he asked.
"I feel the same," she said, "I liked it, too, but I still want you, darling."
"D'you want to do it again?" Herbert asked. She hesitated. "Do your "I wouldn't mind," said Herbert. He laughed. "We'll have to see how they feel about it."
"I've an idea that they'll both be willing to swap whenever we want it!" said Elaine.
Herbert nodded slowly. "I'm playing golf with Bob this afternoon. I'll find out."
"And I'll be on the beach with Debbie," said Elaine, starting to clear away the dishes.
* * *
"You're going to play golf now?" asked Debbie.
Bob nodded, ready to leave for the club. "About last night," he murmured, "Did you like it?"
Debbie kept her eyes down. "Uh-huh. Did you?"
Bob grunted. "It was okay." he paused. "You wanna do it again?"
"If you do, honey," she answered, softly.
"Okay," he said, leaving the cottage, "I'll see about arranging it."
* * *
Herbert and Bob didn't say anything about the swap until after they'd finished their round of golf and were sitting in the club-house sipping cold drinks. Herbert was in an expansive mood because he had beaten Bob again, while Bob seemed distracted and vague.
"Last night was quite an experience," said Herbert, sipping his highball.
Bob drained his double Scotch, ordered another. "Yeah, your wife is really something, Herbert."
"So is yours," murmured Herbert.
Bob grinned. "Be my guest any time at all, Herbert. You can do something to her that I'll never be able to do."
"So I understand," said Herbert, watching Bob pour down his second drink. "Elaine and Debbie are different."
"Very different," Bob agreed. "You wanna make a swap again some time?"
"Sure," said Herbert, thinking of Debbie and her delightful young body.
"How about tonight?"
Herbert was startled. So soon! "Tonight?"
"Why not?"
Herbert shrugged. "No reason why not. Have to check with Elaine; find out if she's planned some-thing."
Bob got to his feet. "The girls'll be on the beach about now; we can stop off on the way back, check with them."
But when the two men arrived at the beach, there was no sign of Elaine or Debbie.
They went to Herbert's cottage first.
"Hello," shouted Herbert, throwing open the front door, "anyone home?"
Elaine came out of the bedroom, wearing the top part of her bikini and nothing else. She gave a small squeal when she saw Bob and made a half-hearted effort to cover her crotch then giggled. "I didn't know you had anyone with you, Herbert."
He stared at the thick thatch of pubic hairs which Elaine's hands failed to conceal, then asked: "Is Debbie here, too?"
Elaine shook her head. "She had too much sun. Went to the cottage to lie down, maybe sleep. I was fixing myself a drink and changing." She giggled again.
"So I see," said Herbert, dryly.
Bob spoke for the first time. "Good to see you, Elaine."
She could see his eyes riveted on the spot at the top of her thighs, and her hands seemed to move a little, reveal more. "You're seeing more of me than you expected, aren't you, Bob?"
He laughed, sounding a little drunk. "Not more than last night!"
Elaine laughed, let her hands drop to her sides. "It is kinda silly to hide myself after... after... " she broke off, laughing, then went back into the bedroom and the two men watched the cheeks of her bottom, undulating, swaying, as she moved as though she was performing. "The liquor's in here," she called, "if you want a drink, bring glasses."
Herbert shrugged, went into the kitchen, picked up a couple of glasses, put ice in them.
By the time he got to the bedroom, Bob was al-ready in there, sitting beside the bed and staring in frank admiration at Elaine, as she lay on the bed, still bikini-pantless and showing her pubic hairs, sip-ping a long iced drink.
"Bob was talking about having a swap tonight," said Herbert, pouring liquor into the glasses.
"Really?" said Elaine, sounding high.
Bob eased his golf-pants at the crotch; they seemed unbearably tight.
Elaine noticed the action. "Why don't you make yourselves comfortable like me? Take those hot, stuffy clothes off."
Bob didn't waste any time. He stripped off his shirt, dragged down his pants, and Herbert saw the huge bulge in his cotton undershorts.
Slowly, Herbert took off his shirt and pants, then picked up his drink, sipped it.
Bob was standing in front of the bed, his fingers in the waistband of his shorts. "These, too?" he asked, watching Elaine's face.
She stared at his crotch. "Why not?" Bob eased down his shorts, and his huge penis, unrestrained, seemed to spring into the air.
Herbert stifled a gasp, then muttered: "Son of a bitch!" but neither Bob nor Elaine seemed to hear him.
Elaine was staring at the massive cock with her lips slightly parted and a strained expression on her face; Herbert watched as his wife's tongue slid out, moistened her lips, then her hands were scrabbling at her bikini-bra, ripping it off her body. The nipples on her breasts seemed stiff, straining upward. "Why wait until tonight?" she hissed.
Herbert saw Bob's cock twitch as he took an instinctive step forward; for a second the younger man hesitated, flashed a quick glance at Herbert.
"Okay, don't mind me," Herbert muttered, not recognizing his own voice. He reached for his drink with a shaking hand as Bob climbed onto the bed beside Elaine, then he poured the hard liquor down his throat.
Bob was lying on the bed on his side, facing Elaine, and Herbert could see the huge snake pointing at her, reaching out for her crotch. He watched Elaine turn herself, point her pelvis at the penis, then thrust forward with her pussy.
Stunned but fascinated, Herbert moved to the foot of the bed on shaky legs, then stood there, staring up at the naked bodies as though he was about to witness a show.
Elaine lifted one leg high, thrust forward with her belly and pelvis, and Bob's cock seemed to leap forward to the opening lips of her pussy.
A sob burst from Elaine's lips as the shaft penetrated her, then she was wrapping her arms around Bob's back, pulling herself onto him, forcing his cock to penetrate more deeply into her cunt.
The rocking movement began; the two bodies seemed welded together; Elaine's breasts, nipples outthrust, pressing on Bob's chest. Elaine had raised herself a little, and Herbert could see the stiff shaft glide in, ease out of his wife's pussy. Each time the cock came into sight, it seemed wetter, greasier, slimier. Then Herbert noticed something else: each time Elaine thrust her body against Bob and his cock penetrated to its greatest depth, the wet hole between the cheeks of her bottom would ooze open.
Herbert felt his own penis become hard. Slowly, he eased down his shorts, let his erect organ project, then moved to the side of the bed, climbed onto it behind the sweating body of his wife.
Elaine's head was bent forward; her teeth clamped on Bob's shoulder as he fucked with in-creasing strength and energy. Herbert glanced down, watched the wet hole spew open, then he reached for his cock, guided it to his wife's ass hole.
Elaine made a muffled sound of surprise when she felt the hard head of her husband's cock touch her anus; then she worked her body more violently, thrusting herself onto the impinging cock with greater effort, pushing back with her buttocks more strongly -- and causing Herbert's penis to penetrate her wet anal orifice more deeply.
The wet walls in the anal canal gripped Herbert's shaft like a vise; he slithered it in, dragged it out with sticky, sucking sounds. When he went in deeply, he could feel the huge mass of Bob's cock pressing against his through his wife's inner tissue. It was an unexpectedly thrilling sensation.
Herbert heard Bob start to groan; then Elaine made a high whimpering sound. They were reaching their orgiastic peaks; he redoubled his efforts, thrust in as deeply as he could and felt Elaine's whole body vibrate as she had her first orgasm.
The orgiastic tremors rippled from Elaine's clitoris to her cunt to her anus; Herbert savored the orgasm, vicariously but sensually, then he knew he was nearing his climax.
Bob made a loud sound, Herbert felt the huge cock deep inside his wife's cunt rock, retract, con-tract, then jerk. Bob was orgasming inside Elaine. The thought as well as the act brought on Herbert's own orgasm.
His penis spurted; filling Elaine as she had never been filled, as the two cocks spurted their thick juice inside her body. While they were coming, she started to orgasm for the second time. This one was more violent than the first; she lifted her mouth off Bob's shoulder, squealed with pain, pleasure and ecstasy, as she felt the stiff shafts spurting inside her, orgasming as she orgasmed, and filling every opening in her sensuous body with hot, creamy fluid.
The heat and the energy seemed to drain from Herbert's body; he felt his penis softening, sliding slowly and gently down the greasy canal. Elaine turned her head, gave him a white smile. "You surprised me," she whispered.
He smiled back, tiredly. "You liked it?" She nodded her head, turned back to Bob -- and Herbert realized that the huge cock was still inside Elaine's cunt; that it was starting to fuck her again. The guy was nothing but a stud! Herbert thought in amazement, A fucking big stud! He rolled his body off the bed behind the figures that were starting their sensuous movements again, then grabbed his robe; turned back to the bed in time to see Bob rolling on top of Elaine, watched her spread her legs open as wide as she could, and saw Bob's great balls dangling over his wife's pussy as he squeezed the huge rod in and out, then Herbert wrapped the robe around him and left the bedroom.
Even in the living-room, Herbert could hear the sensuous sounds of two lusting bodies straining in an orgy of sex.
* * *
The cottages were so close together that it only took Herbert a few minutes to cover the distance between his and Debbie's.
He opened the door quietly, listened. Silence! Then his ears caught the faint sound of steady breathing. Smiling to himself, Herbert padded to the bedroom, peered through the open doorway.
She was lying on her back, looking like a perfectly formed, beautifully made, blonde doll.
Debbie was quite naked; her eyes were closed, lips parted and her breasts rose and fell with each delicious breath.
Herbert walked up closer, stared down at her. Her legs were stretched straight out, feet apart, toes cur-ling upward, and her hands were on her belly, one finger of each hand curling back a small, vaginal lip. He could see the wet pinkness inside her small pussy. Debbie must have been playing with her clitoris, or diddling her pussy when she fell asleep. He smiled, unwrapped the robe off his body, then crept down to the foot of the bed, looked up at the delectable cunt that was exposed to his view.
Very gently, Herbert took a small foot in either hand, parted her legs more widely.
Debbie didn't awaken, but the slight movement caused the lips of her pussy to slide from the grip of her fingertips; Herbert watched the luscious lips ooze closed, then he climbed onto the bed, crawled between her parted legs until his mouth was near the top of her thighs.
Gently still, he took a vaginal lip with a thumb of either hand, opened the pink pussy more widely.
Debbie slept on.
The small spire of her clitoris had come into view when he curled back the lips; now, Herbert reached out with his tongue, touched the small tip of it.
A quiver ran through Debbie's body.
He sucked it between his lips; tickled the tip of it with the end of his tongue.
Debbie made a small sound, stirred slightly in her sleep.
He sucked the clitoris into his mouth, let it ooze out between his lips, then sucked it in again.
A small sound of pleasure sighed from Debbie's lips, then she awakened. He felt the shiver of surprise throb through her body, then he lifted his head, smiled into her startled face. "D'you like that?"
She blinked her big, blue eyes; then a slow smile spread across her face. "Oh, Herbert!" she murmured.
"Like?" he asked.
She sighed. "Oh, yes, but... " her eyes blinked around, worriedly.
"Bob's with Elaine," said Herbert.
Debbie closed her eyes again, settled her buttocks more comfortably in the mattress. "Then go on doing what you were starting to do," she purred, lifting her pelvis so that her pussy was jammed against his lips.
He sucked the sweet softness into his mouth, savoring the spongy wetness with the trace of saltiness; driving his tongue deeply into the sensuous hole and feeling Debbie's body twitch with delight and anticipation. He drew his tongue upward through the tight slit, found her clitoris again, sucked it, licked it then nibbled at it. Debbie made high sounds of pleasure. Herbert reached up with his hands, searched for and found her breasts; slid his hands over the smooth mounds until he found the stiff tips of her nipples and squeezed them, pinched them while she moaned with delight.
He could feel her opening and closing the cheeks of her bottom; her small body writhed gently as he performed his sexually arousing task with his lips and his tongue.
Suddenly, a small gasp came from Debbie's lips. "I'm gonna come! Herbert -- I'm gonna come. Get on top of me. Fuck me with your cock, Now!"
He scrambled up the bed as fast as he could; jammed his mouth on hers, felt for his cock and guided it to the open lips of her cunt, thrust the organ in. It penetrated more easily this time; driving through the sogginess while Debbie made sounds of delight.
Without warning, she twisted herself, so that Herbert was underneath, without dislodging his cock from her cunt, and she started to jerk her body up and down, squeezing his shaft with the tight walls of her pussy, thrilling him, and pressing her clitoris against the base of his cock each time she thrust herself down.
"Oh," she panted, "this is something, oh!"
She wriggled her breasts against his chest; letting her nipples vibrate their stiff tips on his flesh, and getting fresh delight out of that, too.
"Well, I'll be... "
Herbert jerked his head at the sound of Bob's voice; Debbie's husband was standing at the side of .the bed, staring down at them with an expression of disbelief.
"Bob!" Debbie squealed, still jerking herself. "Oh, Bob!"
"Just go on with what you're doing," Bob muttered, sitting down on the edge of the bed, "don't mind if I join in, too."
Herbert lay there, helplessly; his cock trapped in-side Debbie's undulating, throbbing pussy, while she continued to writhe herself, sensuously and deliciously.
"You wanna be spanked, too?" Bob asked softly. "Oooh, uh-huh, oooh!" Debbie panted.
Her small bottom lifted as she squeezed her cunt up Herbert's cock, and as it rose high, Bob's hand slapped down hard. The sound startled Herbert, then Debbie's high squeal hit his ears. She thrust down hard with her pelvis, her pussy and clitoris jammed on the base of Herbert's cock, he felt her wriggling there, dragging every dreg of satisfaction from the contact, then she pulled herself upward, squeezing his stiff shaft between her juicy young walls, and Bob's hand came down on her soft, quivering bottom.
She squealed again, higher this time; then thrust down again. Herbert could feel the stiff tip of her clitoris jamming against him. She lifted herself, pushing up with her small bottom -- and Bob's hand slapped down again.
"Oooh that," she screamed, "I'm gonna come... like now, I'm coming! Eeeeehl" She writhed herself frantically; jerking her cunt up and down, receiving stimulating slaps on her crimson little bottom, jamming her clitoris against Herbert's cock as hard as she could... and orgasming with violent spasms and squeals of delight.
The sensuous movements and sounds brought on Herbert's orgasm; he squirted, hotly and creamily, into the snug cunt that clutched his organ so tightly and sweetly.
Herbert dragged open his eyes, glanced at Bob. Debbie's husband had ripped open his pants, and, with his free hand had gripped his immense organ; now, as Herbert watched, he saw the thick spurts of juice arching high from the slitted lips in the bulbous head, then splattering onto the bedroom carpet.
Debbie's face moved; her mouth fastened on Herbert's and he felt her small tongue squirming into his mouth. He kissed her back, sucked at her tongue, teased it with his, while her husband completed his orgiastic ritual beside the body of his young, blonde wife.
CHAPTER SIX
"I hope you didn't think I was too awful," said Elaine when Herbert got back to their cottage.
He grinned at his wife; she was wearing a robe now, and preparing to get dressed for dinner. "No," he murmured, "I didn't mind. I found it exciting." He slapped Elaine playfully, then squeezed her buttocks. "I enjoyed it... like I've said before: you've got a tight, fuckable little ass!"
She flushed. "I can't imagine what's got into me! I never used to feel this way -- act this way!"
Herbert laughed out loud. "I'll tell you what got into you this afternoon: two cocks, and at the same time, too!" He looked at her red face. "And how you loved it. You just sucked them both into you!" He sighed. "I never knew I had such a sexy wife before!"
Elaine turned to the mirror, began to fix her make-up. "D'you like me better this way, Herbert? Like sexy, I mean?" she spoke with her back to her husband.
He thought before he answered. "Yeah, I guess I do at that." He placed his hands on Elaine's shoulders, squeezed them gently, affectionately. "You know, honey, we seemed to be getting old or bored or something before we came here, but now... " he broke off. Elaine turned around. "Now what?"
Herbert paced up and down the bedroom, then muttered: "I feel younger again. I want to make love... " he moved behind her again, kneaded her bottom. "I could make love to you right now!"
She smiled, kissed his cheek. "Wait until after dinner."
"Okay, but you know what I mean?"
"Yes," she answered, applying lipstick, "I feel the same way. It's been good for us -- good for our marriage coming here; doing what we've been doing."
Herbert went into the kitchen; mixed drinks for both of them. When he carried them into the bed-room, Elaine asked: "Where did you go when you left here. I mean, when you left Bob and me on the bed?"
"Where do you think?" Herbert said with a grin, sipping at his drink.
"Debbie?"
"I thought so," said Elaine. "Enjoy yourself?"
"Uh-huh," said Herbert, talking like Debbie.
"Were you still there when Bob got back?"
"Uh-huh," said Herbert again.
Elaine looked at her husband over the rim of her glass. "What did he do?" she asked, curiously. "How did he react?"
Herbert laughed. "He spanked her cute little bottom."
"What?"
"That's right."
"And you just watched him?"
"I was busy."
"Doing what?"
Herbert grinned. "I was lying under her, screwing her tight little pussy!"
"Oh, my God!" Elaine opened her eyes wide. "The things you men do!"
"And how you women love them."
"She liked it?"
"Squirmed herself like crazy," said Herbert, reminiscently. "Her bottom was as red as the setting sun and twice as hot." Elaine wriggled herself. "It must have been quite a feeling; having you screw her and being spanked at the same time."
"About as good as having Bob's big cock up your pussy and mine up your ass at the same time, eh?" Elaine flushed again. "I suppose," she murmured.
"Each to her own taste," said Herbert.
"Or his own!"
"Yeah, Bob squeezed off his thick cock until he came while he was spanking Debbie's bottom!"
"Oh, my God," said Elaine again, wide-eyed, "I shoulda been there!"
Herbert stared at his wife's face. "How about that! You coulda been there. Maybe we could make it a foursome sometime later?"
Elaine turned away. "If that's what you'd like, I wouldn't mind." she said.
"Mind," repeated Herbert, grinning, "you can't wait to get your hands or your mouth or your pussy on that big cock again!"
Elaine flushed, laughed, turned away from her husband.
"Now, go away. Stop talking sex and fuck and pussy to me and let me get dressed."
"And cock," he said, "mustn't forget cock!" He went out of the bedroom laughing.
* * *
Debbie lay on her back on the double-bed in their bedroom, while Bob crouched between her legs, spread them more apart, then touched the lips of her pussy with his enlarged organ.
Debbie closed her eyes, anticipating the pain. He pressed inward; the lips spread open a little, stretched some more and allowed the tip of his penis to enter. He pushed himself upward, and Debbie moaned with pain.
Bob withdrew his shaft. "Not quite," he muttered, hoarsely, "but almost." He looked at his wife's face. "Debbie! You don't realize it, but I've never been able to do that before!"
Debbie opened her eyes, stared at Bob's expression. "What?" she asked.
"I got my cock in between the lips of your cunt," he told he, breathlessly. "Your pussy seems to be stretching; getting bigger!"
She looked bewildered, then embarrassed. "You mean, because of what I've been doing with Herbert?"
"I guess so," he muttered, "but if it stretches a little more, I'll be able to get inside and fuck you, baby, like I've never been able!"
"Oh, Bob," she sighed, "without tearing me, hurting me?"
He touched her pussy; caressed the curled-open lips, then stabbed his finger into the wet softness inside. "Yeah, baby, yeah," he breathed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Of the four cottages at WINDWARD, the first was occupied by Herbert and Elaine, the second by Bob and Debbie, while the third was occupied by Marion and Evan Blaine.
Marion, a statuesque redhead, was forty-five years of age, but looked ten years younger, which was fortunate because her husband, Evan, was only thirty-two.
The dark, slim, youthful appearing man was Marion's third husband, and it was common gossip among their friends that Evan had married her in order to help finance his unprofitable career as a portrait artist. Because of generous financial settlements with her previous husbands, Marion was well able to afford the luxury of an impecunious spouse, and, though the same knowledgeable acquaintances had said it wouldn't last long, their marriage was now in its tenth month.
It was Evan's habit to take an early morning dip in the ocean every morning, and on several occasions he had noticed, at first with surprise, then with ever-growing curiosity, the comings and goings from the adjacent cottages.
He had seen the big young man whom he knew was a pro football player leave the Henderson's cottage; then, shortly afterwards, Herbert Henderson would emerge from the adjacent cottage and return to his own.
Just what was going on? Evan wondered.
Finally, his curiosity had grown to such a degree that he deliberately got up very early while it was still dark, then had prowled to the window of Bob and Debbie's cottage and tried to peer inside.
Though there was light on in the bedroom, the curtains were so securely drawn that it was impossible for Evan to see inside, but he had waited patiently, concealed by the angle of the building, until, just before daybreak, Herbert Henderson had exited and made his way to his own cottage.
Evan had ran down to the edge of the water, then squatted on the sand until he saw Bob leave the Henderson's and return to his own cottage.
Excitement had mixed with Evan's curiosity, and he had repeated his early morning vigil the next day; without learning anything further, but on the third day, his perseverance was rewarded.
Though the curtains were drawn again, there was a small space at a lower corner which enabled Evan to have a perfect view of the bedroom, the bed and its occupants.
What Evan saw caused his jaw to drop open, his knees to shake and his penis to have an erection.
Debbie was lying on top of Herbert, and Evan could see the long cock driving in and out of one of the sweetest, juiciest little pussies which Evan had ever had the good fortune to see.
What he had suspected was true. They were swapping! The Hendersons and the football player and his little blonde doll of a wife!
He had waited at the window until the sensuous session was over; had watched Debbie taking a tow-el, wiping the stickiness off Herbert's dangling cock, then kissing it, walking with Herbert to the door and returning to her bed.
A few minutes later, Evan was rewarded by seeing Bob enter the bedroom, speak casually to Debbie, then unwrap his robe.
The sight of Bob's huge cock had caused Evan mixed emotions: envy, curiosity, then the burgeoning of an idea.
While he was swimming, desultarily, in the warm waters, his mind had been active: remembering, considering and figuring.
Things were not going as well as he would have liked with he and Marion: maybe, if he were to find a diversion -- which satisfied both of them -- things would improve. He remembered Marion's words just a few nights before. They had been going to bed, and his wife was in a bad mood.
"I pay for your clothes, give you spending money, just about support you in every way," Marion had said, bitterly. "The least a woman who marries a man who's ten years younger than her and... "
"Thirteen," Evan had put in.
"Alright," Marion hissed, "thirteen years younger than herself, and who hasn't got one Goddamned cent, is that he can provide some sexual satisfaction or, at least, entertainment!"
"What's wrong with the way we have sex?" he had asked, weakly.
"D'you really want me to tell you?" Marion had said, sarcastically, while Evan had waited in a miserable silence, knowing that she was going to tell him no matter what he said.
"You come too quick," she hissed. "Your puny prick squirts off before I've had an orgasm -- and then you can't do it again... "
"Not right away," he muttered, "if you'd give me time... "
"Time!" she repeated, "How much time d'you need? Ten hours? A day? Two days?" she stared at him until he felt his face get hot. "Anyway, you're too small. I don't know why the hell I didn't realize it before we got married. You're too small, too short, too thin for me!"
She had stared at his penis, as he had stood, miserably naked in front of her. "Some cock," she'd said, then laughed, obscenely. "Maybe it's because you were married twice be-fore," he'd began, indignantly. "Maybe your husbands were too big an'... "
"Don't talk about my husbands!" Marion had screamed. "At least they had money. Plenty of money. They knew how to make that! You can't make money, an' you can't make love. You don't even make me come anymore. You're useless!"
Then she'd made him go down on her; wrapping her strong thighs round his cheeks while his mouth had moved on her wide pussy; sucking, licking and tonguing until his jaw had ached, and he'd felt weary in every part of his body.
When she finally came; he smelt the musky scent, so familiar by now; and she'd writhed, made lewd sounds as she orgasmed then fell asleep with his face still trapped between her thighs.
Evan had felt humiliated. If he didn't need her to support him, he'd get out so fast! Then he'd sighed, remembering that he couldn't do that. It just wasn't financially possible!
Now, after seeing what was happening between the occupants of the adjacent cottages, Evan was getting an idea.
The first thing he had to do was talk to Marion; because he'd need money to prime the deal, and she was the source of that. He'd need her approval, of course, but felt pretty sure that that would be forth-coming when he told her what he knew.
He had told her that same morning, when they were sitting on the beach. As he'd expected, Marion had reacted.
"Swapping?" she'd said, her green eyes glinting. "The Hendersons and that young couple?"
Evan had nodded.
"I've seen him on the beach," said Marion, consideringly. "He's a football player, I understand. Bob Prescott. He looks like a fucking big stud!"
Evan waited; let her think about it.
"That Henderson," she muttered. "He's about my age, and his wife -- I've spoken to her in the bar -- she's younger, but not so young." She set her lips. "I can believe she'd like to have a young bull like that guy get into her hot pussy! She looks like a sexed-up bitch!"
"He's as big as a bull," Evan murmured.
"Is that right?" Marion wriggled her buttocks into the sand. "I wonder how they started all that. Swap-ping, I mean?"
Evan shrugged. "I suppose it isn't too hard to arrange."
Marion stared at him. "What! How'd you do a thing like that?"
"It could be managed," said Evan, "of course, I'd need a little extra cash to make a good impression."
Marion let out her breath. "What do you mean -- you'd need money? You think I want you to make some kind of a deal? What d'you think I am?"
Evan was quiet for a long time. "If they're willing to swap with the Hendersons... why not with us?"
Marion breathed deeply, then she laughed. "So you think that little blonde would go for you. You'd like that wouldn't you, you little midget-man, you'd like to put your puny prick up her little cunt, wouldn't you?"
Evan flushed, then reminded her. "You'd 'have him!"
Later in the day, Marion had given him a check to cash, and later still, Evan had gone to the golf club and, using all his considerable charm, got into a conversation with Bob and Herbert in the club-house bar.
Evan had been generous, buying more than his share of drinks, and when he'd run into Bob that evening in the restaurant at WINDWARD, Bob had been quite willing to agree to join him in a game of golf the following day.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Care to have something on the gamer' Evan said, elaborately casual, as he and Bob waited to drive off at the first tee.
"Like what?" asked Bob, cautiously.
"Say, a hundred," said Evan, still casual.
Bob considered, then shook his head, regretfully. "I'm not that good, Evan. You may be way out of my class."
"I doubt it," said Evan, but he didn't press the subject.
After five holes, Bob was four up, and he turned to Evan with a grin. "Lucky for you that I didn't take you up on that bet!"
Evan shrugged. "It's still on if you want it!"
Bob's eyebrows went up. "Is that so? You're not putting me on, are you?"
Evan swung his club, then repeated: "I'm willing."
Bob took a deep breath. "Okay." He drove off; a good shot down the center of the fairway. Maybe this Evan was a cool customer; maybe he was going to open up now that there was money on the game. Maybe he, Bob, was being played for a sucker!
He watched Evan top his shot about fifty yards into the trees, and thought: What the hell! I can still beat this guy!
After nine holes, Bob was six up and the game was over long before they reached the eighteenth green.
Evan handed over a crisp, hundred-dollar bill as they sat at the bar in the club-house.
Bob took it with a trace of embarrassment. "It wasn't a fair bet, Evan; I waited until I was four up!"
"That's okay," said Evan, "maybe next time, it'll be my turn!"
Bob sipped at his drink, thinking what a good-natured guy Evan was!
When they were on their third drink, Bob mentioned Evan's wife. "I saw her on the beach; red-headed, very attractive woman, Evan."
"Yeah," said Evan, "I suppose so."
Bob glanced at his face. "What's the matter? Not having wife trouble, are you?"
Evan made himself look miserable. "Maybe," he muttered. "I don't know, maybe it's my fault. She's bored. We don't know many people here and... " he broke off, grabbed his glass, drained it. "You know what she wants," he said to Bob with the intimacy of three drinks, "she wants to be fucked all the god-damned time, and hell, I can only do so much that... " He stopped, reddened, then mumbled, "I'm sorry. I'm talking too much!" He ordered fresh drinks for both of them.
"That's okay," said Bob, soothingly, "you're not the first one to have that kind of trouble." His mind was busy: he'd seen Marion Blaine on the beach, wearing a revealing bikini. Big breasts, protruberant buttocks and fleshy thighs. Sexy-looking; redheaded, green-eyed! He could believe she was a woman who wanted a lot of sex. His penis moved at his thoughts. He wriggled: he wouldn't mind sampling a piece of that kind of woman-flesh himself! "I notice that you and your wife spend a lot of time with the couple in the next cottage," said Evan, breaking into Bob's thoughts, "the Henderson."
"Yeah," said Bob, "that's right."
He glanced at Evan, feeling sorry for him and liking him at the same time. Poor little guy: he'd beaten him at golf, won a hundred off him, and he was having trouble with his hot bitch of a wife!
"Well, I'll tell you something," said Bob, feeling warmed by the drinks and his victory, "Herbert Henderson and I have been swapping." He looked at Evan, grinned.
Evan stared back, blankly. "Swapping!" he repeated, "Swapping what?"
Bob shook his head. Poor little guy: he w. as dumb, too!
"Wives," he explained in a whisper. "I've been making it with Elaine Henderson, while Herbert's been having a sample of Debbie!"
"No!" Evan made his face seem shocked.
Bob nodded, feeling his liquor. "Sure. It's not new. You never do that? Your wife wouldn't go for that?"
"I never thought of it," said Evan, piously, "but," he added as though he'd just remembered some-thing, "she noticed you on the beach, and -- " he laughed, "she said something about you."
"Like what?"
Evan laughed again, gulped at his drink, then: "She said you looked like a fucking big stud!"
Bob looked startled, then he laughed, louder and louder. "Is that what she said?"
"Yes, honest," said Evan.
"We'll hafta get together," said Bob, "the four of us."
Evan's eyebrows rose. "You mean," he hissed, "you'd like to swap?"
"Why not?" said Bob, softly.
Evan was silent, staring into his glass.
"What's the matter?" asked Bob, gently, "You don't like the idea? You don't think your wife would go along?"
Evan managed a bitter laugh. "Oh, I think Marion'd go along, but... " he swallowed, "what about your wife? Your -- your Debbie? I -- I mean, I'm not much, Marion says."
Bob put his arm on the smaller man's shoulder, affectionately. "Don't be so modest, Evan. You're alright. There's nothing wrong with you. You're a damn good-looking guy!"
Evan looked up gratefully. "You -- you think so?" he mumbled.
Bob nodded, thinking: He'd just as soon swap with Evan as with Herbert! That sexy, green-eyed redhead! And -- he could beat Evan at golf -- not like with Herbert!
"If you can arrange it with Marion; I'll fix it with Debbie," he assured the dark, young man.
"I -- I think I could," said Evan. "I'll talk to her tonight," he added, sounding eager. "If... if it's okay, then when can we -- can we swap?"
Bob considered. "Why not tonight?"
"Tonight!" Evan was startled.
"Too soon?"
"Why no, but... I guess not; it's just that -- I mean like where would we meet?"
"If everything's okay," said Bob, "call me, and we'll meet at your cottage after dinner."
Evan nodded. It would be alright, he knew that. He'd promised Marion that he'd arrange it, and he had! He wasn't so fucking useless like she said!
"Okay, Bob," he said, quietly, "I'll call you."
CHAPTER NINE
Herbert ran into Bob in the restaurant at WINDWARD that evening.
"Anything on tonight?" he asked, smiling.
Bob nodded. "I promised to join Evan and his wife for a while. Played a game of golf with him this afternoon."
"Win?"
Bob grinned. "Yeah, an' we were playing for a hundred!"
Herbert laughed. "I'll have to get hold of him."
"You'd murder him, Herbert. No contest. He's a pretty nice guy, though."
"Seemed okay when I met him yesterday." Herbert glanced to where Evan was sitting with Marion. "But his wife," Herbert rolled his eyes. "I've seen her type before."
"What about her?"
"I may be wrong," said Herbert, slowly, "but she looks like a bitch!"
Bob grinned. "Hot bitch or cold?"
"Does it matter?"
Bob nodded.
"I see," Herbert said quietly. "Well, she could be a hot piece of stuff!"
Bob laughed. "See you later, Herbert," and he joined Debbie at their table.
* * *
Bob had told Debbie about Evan and Marion before they left their cottage. She'd been shocked at first. "What's wrong with Herbert and Elaine?" she'd demanded.
"Nothing," Bob had assured her, "but just for a change."
Now Debbie stared across the table where Evan and his wife were in deep conversation. "He's good-looking," she said as though she was pleasantly surprised.
"You hadn't noticed that before?"
"Well," admitted Debbie, "I hadn't really looked at him."
Bob laughed, whispered: "But now that you're going to make it with him, you're drinking him in with your eyes."
Debbie flushed. "Don't make it sound so -- so crude!" She glanced at the table again. "She looks kind of... I don't know!"
"Herbert says she looks like a hot bitch," said Bob.
Debbie's eyes flickered. "I'd think that, too! Those green eyes and red hair. I'll bet she's got some temper, too!"
"Fire and passion," whispered Bob, "and a hot, fucking cunt, I hope!"
"Shut up," hissed Debbie, "and order me some wine. If I hafta go through with these things for your benefit I need a good drink first."
Bob did as she asked, then told her: "You're not kidding me one bit, baby. You enjoy these swaps as much as me."
"I -- I don't have much choice, do I?" whispered Debbie.
* * *
By the time Bob and Debbie were sipping their coffees, Evan and Marion had left their table. Bob noticed their absence, drew Debbie's attention to it. "I didn't see them leave," he murmured. "Finish your coffee and let's get going."
Debbie gave him a sarcastic glance. "Just can't wait, can you, Bob?"
He made an impatient sound, watched Debbie toying with her empty cup, then mumbled: "Well, what're you waiting for?"
"I -- I've gotta go to our cottage first. To -- to freshen up." Debbie muttered, not looking at her husband.
"So, okay, Bob said, sighing, "I'll go to their cottage and wait for you." He pushed back his chair, making a rasping, impatient sound on the polished hardwood floor.
* * *
"We haven't even been introduced properly," Marion hissed, dragging at her cigarette, "at least you could have taken me over to their table in the restaurant, said a few words!"
"You've seen them on the beach," Evan said, wearily.
"Just to say hello, is all," Marion turned away from her husband, picked up a bottle of gin, poured a generous glassful.
Evan watched her. Marion was wearing a thigh-high mini, and as she slumped down in an armchair, the dress slid even higher, revealing more white flesh above her stockingless legs.
"Minis are out this year," he muttered.
Marion drained her glass then giggled: "Not when I'm in one of them!" She pulled it up at the front, showing the crevice of flesh between her bare legs and the thick thatch of hair above.
"Naked!" Evan whispered. "All ready," a sly smile crossed his face, "all fucking ready!"
Marion dragged down her skirt, glared at him.
"Aren't you afraid the cool night air will freeze up your hot little cunt!"
Marion reached for the gin, poured some more. "I've got some nice red hair to keep my pussy warm," she said, trying to sound like a little girl.
"If you have any more of that stuff," said Evan, "you're gonna be loaded!"
Before Marion could answer, there was a chime from the door of their cottage.
"I'll get it," said Evan, quickly, rising and hurrying across the room.
* * *
"Not too early, I hope," said Bob, smiling, when Evan opened the door for him. "Debbie's gone to the cottage to freshen up. She'll be over in a couple of minutes."
Evan's face changed. "Come in, Bob," he beamed, "what'll you have to drink? You know Marion, don't you?"
He performed a casual introduction, and Bob's eyes gleamed when Marion slid forward on her chair to touch his hand, and he glimpsed strands of exciting red pubic hair beneath the hem of her skirt.
"It's nice to have you here, Bob," she said, her voice low and husky with liquor or desire. She got up, then reseated herself on the divan. "Sit down here, Bob," she said, patting the divan beside her, "entertain me. Evan's ignoring me. He says I drink too much!" She giggled, drained the glass she was carrying, then sighed. "I get so bored!"
"We'll have to do something about that," said Bob, quietly, smiling in Marion's green eyes.
Evan thrust a glass into Bob's hand. "Scotch," he said. "I remember what you had at the club." Bob thanked him, sipped at his drink.
"Debbie doesn't have to come over here," said Evan, carefully, "I could just go over there!" He avoided Bob's eyes as he spoke.
Bob jerked his head up. "Why sure. Evan. I shoulda thought of that. You go right ahead." He grinned, "Surprise Debbie!"
"Okay," said Evan eagerly; he hesitated a moment, glanced at his wife.
"I think that's a good idea," she mumbled, "damned good!" She giggled into her glass.
"Well," Evan shrugged into his jacket, "I'll see you." He paused at the door, half-turned, murmured: "Bob!"
Bob glanced up, then got to feet when Evan didn't say anything further. "What is it?" he asked, standing close to the slim man.
Evan's face was flushed. "About coming back", he mumbled, "I mean, this is all new to me. What timer Bob thought for a moment, then: "Why don't you just phone here when you're ready to come home," he said with a smile.
Evan gave a sigh of relief. "Okay. Fine, Bob." And without another word, he hurried out of the cottage.
Bob turned around. Marion had lifted one leg, placing the heel of her foot on the edge of the divan; now, she smiled at Bob. "You like red-heads, Bob?"
"Yeah," he said, hoarsely.
Marion let her leg swing out, exposing inner-thigh-flesh and the red hot thatch of pubic hair. "I've got red hair all over," she purred.
She reached down with her hand, then drew a fingertip up her pussy, sliding it through the wet pinkness until it touched the fringe of red hair. "See?" she said, meeting Bob's eyes with hers.
"Yeah," he said again, "I see alright!"
"Like what you seer her voice was sweet as sugar.
"Yeah," he groaned.
She stared at the bulge at his crotch, then moistened her lips with her tongue. "Take them off!" she hissed.
Bob still stared, stupidly. "What?"
"Take your pants off. Let me see it! I heard about it -- now I wanna see it!" Her voice was jerky, excited, and she opened and closed her thighs as she spoke.
Bob's hands trembled as he unfastened his belt, let his pants slide down.
Marion's green eyes fixed on the huge protruberance in his silk undershorts. "Those off, too," she whispered.
He slithered them off, his flesh feeling hot to the touch.
"Aaaaahl" Marion sighed, then she opened and closed her mouth as though she was short of air or hungry. "That's something," she drooled. "You look like a real man -- not a stupid little prick like my husband!"
Bob stood very still, watching what she was doing with her hands. She had put her glass down; now, she was rubbing and squeezing the flesh of her inner thighs as she squatted on the divan with her legs stretched widely apart.
"Okay," she panted, kneading her flesh with jerky, compulsive movements, "I've seen it! Now I wanna feel it... " her voice dropped down, "inside me. Deep inside my pussy -- " her mouth moved without words, then she slathered them out again, "Fuck my pussy, Bob. Fuck hard, spurt in me, make me come, you stud! Make me fucking come!" She sobbed; threw herself sideways, then stretched out on the divan.
Bob walked up to her quietly. Her eyes were closed but there was dampness at the corners. "Please, Bob," she whispered. "Please!"
Bob looked down at her. The lips of her pussy opened and closed as if of their own volition; he saw a trace of moistness seep out, then he reached down, touched the top of the red slit with his finger.
Marion jerked her whole body when he found the head of her clitoris. It bobbed like a piece of quick-silver under his gentle caress.
"Oh," she moaned, "oooh! I feel him I'm dying!" She writhed herself as he teased her, tickled her, very gently.
He slid a finger up her pussy, felt the wet walls clutch at it; then slithered it out, caressed her clitoris again.
Marion moaned. "D'you hafta torture me?"
"I'm not torturing you," he said gently. "I'm just trying to arouse you before... "
"Arouse me?" she cut in before he had time to finish. "Arouse ME!" She tried to laugh but her voice cracked. "I'm so fucking aroused that I'm going out of my mind! Fuck me, Bob -- screw your brute of a cock into my cunt before I go crazy!"
Her eyes were open, and she spread her legs into an impossible angle as she lay on her back on the couch.
Bob went to the foot of the divan, started to climb onto it. In front of his eyes, he could see the yawning redness of her pussy, beckoning him with its glistening wetness; its soft, pulsating promise of how it could wrap its strong walls round his cock.
"Alright, Marion," he muttered, "I'm coming."
"Okay," she panted, trying to open her legs even more widely. She gave a ragged laugh, "Just as long as you make me come, tool"
CHAPTER TEN
Debbie was pacing up and down the living room in their cottage, jerkily, nervously, when she heard the gentle tap at the door.
She hurried to the door, opened it. Evan smiled at her, diffidently, shyly. "I -- I'm Evan," he said.
"I know," she said, smiling. His shyness made her feel more confident. "I'm Debbie!"
He drank her in with his eyes; she had changed into a dress that was more like a slip: flimsy, silky and semi-transparent. "Come in," she said.
He entered the cottage, carefully closing the door behind him.
"You like a drink?" asked Debbie.
Evan swallowed. "Yeah... yeah, I sure would."
Debbie disappeared into the small kitchenette, re-turned moments later with two tall glasses. "It's a kind of highball," she said, giggling. "I made up the recipe myself -- gin and vodka!"
Evan laughed, relaxed. "Sounds good." He sipped at his drink. "Tastes good, too." He stared at Debbie; he could see the red tips of her nipples through her slip: she must be naked underneath. The thought excited him; she aroused him more than Marion did. She was younger, sweeter, close to his own age -- not thirteen years older like his wife!
Debbie drained her glass; felt the fiery concoction go to her head. "Like me?" she asked.
"Yeah," his voice was strangled. "You're beautiful!"
Debbie giggled again. "You're pretty handsome yourself, Evan." She pointed to his glass. "Finish that and I'll fix two more... we can drink them in the bedroom!"
For some reason, Debbie didn't feel shy any more. Maybe it was because she sensed that Evan was more nervous than she was.
He drained his glass, handed the empty glass to her, and she hurried into the kitchenette again. When she emerged with the fresh drinks, she headed straight for the bedroom, paused at the door, looked back at Evan.
He jerked to his feet, followed her into the room with the big double-bed.
"This is -- is all new to me," he stammered.
Debbie gave a tickling laugh. "It was all new to me, too, until a few days ago."
Evan sank down onto the edge of the bed, his knees feeling weak. "Take -- take off your slip," he whispered, "let me see your wonderful body naked!"
Debbie handed him a glass, placed hers on the side-table, then slid the flimsy silk off her body.
Evan drew in his breath. She was all smooth curves, satiny soft, blonde and creamy. He'd never seen anything so luscious before.
"Oh, Debbie," he gasped. "Debbie!"
She sat down on the bed beside him, and he put his glass on the floor with a shaky hand, then turned to her, pulled her closer and kissed her, deeply and passionately, like he'd never felt like kissing Marion, snaking his tongue into her small mouth, teasing her pointed tongue with his, sucking it into his mouth, and savouring it, and feeling her respond.
She drew back suddenly; whispered: "Undress! I'm naked... so you should be naked, too!"
He dragged off his clothes, hastily. Glancing down, he saw that the naked blonde, the soft lips he'd been kissing had given him an erection. He wasn't so damned puny! he thought, staring at his penis, priding himself on its size. It was standing straight up, looking bigger than he ever remembered seeing it.
Debbie was staring at it, too. She reached out her small hand, encircled the organ, caressed it. "You're nice, Evan," she whispered. "What do you want to do -- how do you want to do it?"
He thrust his hand between her baby-fatted thighs, felt her flinch when he touched her clitoris. "Would you like me to suck you?" he asked, thrusting a finger into her small cunt.
Debbie wriggled in anticipation. "Yes," she said. "And after?" he panted.
"Fuck," she mouthed the word soundlessly. "Fuck my little pussy with your nice, shiny cock!"
She threw herself onto the bed, slithering her nude flesh over the cover, then lay on her back, eyes closed, legs parted, thighs wide apart and beckoning.
Evan scrambled to the foot of the bed. This was something he knew; was good at. Damn it, he'd had enough experience with Marion!
He licked the inside of Debbie's leg, felt the tremor run through her body: his tongue moved higher, licked the other leg. He nibbled at the soft flesh of her inner thighs, then his tongue touched her cunt.
Debbie jerked. "You -- you're getting me all worked up!" she moaned.
He slid his tongue up through the small slit until he reached her clitoris; he drew the small sexual spire into his mouth, sucked it with delight, teasing its tip with his tongue, making Debbie moan with pleasure.
"You... you can bite it a bit if you want," she whispered, "not too hard -- but like nibble!" Her voice was tense with excitement.
The tiny spire was stiff with desire, and Evan felt his penis harden as he clenched his teeth on it, bit it very gently.
"Like that," Debbie breathed, panting.
She squirmed her small body, and Evan felt the soft fuzz of her blonde pubic hairs tickling his nose.
Suddenly, he moved his mouth off her clitoris, reached up with both hands and spread open her tiny cunt, then thrust his tongue into the warm, sexual cavern. He moved it in and out in a simulation of a cock, fucking with wet, slithery movements.
Debbie made drooling sounds. This she liked!
"Squeeze my breasts, too," she mumbled.
She moved her hands down, held her vaginal lips open as Evan moved his hands up her body, seized a nipple with each hand, squeezed them, pulled them outward from her body.
Debbie wriggled and saliva dribbled from her open mouth.
All at, once, she squealed, then screamed. "Now fuck me, Evan! Fuck me with your cock!"
Evan moved his mouth off her cunt with a wet sucking sound, then scrambled up the bed, pushed himself in between the spread open thighs. He groped himself, found his stiff, enlarged cock, guided it to the wet, waiting pussy, steered it inside.
It slipped in easily, smoothly, as though this small sexual slot was especially made for him. He fucked slowly at first, hearing the rasping sounds coming from Debbie's throat as she experienced the sexual delight, then she gasped. "Faster now, Evan, faster and faster!"
He increased the speed of his thrusts, feeling the wet walls of the small cunt contracting against his cock.
He pressed his mouth on Debbie's, thrust his tongue between her soft lips and felt her sucking his tongue while the air spurted from her nostrils.
She lifted and lowered her hips in tune with his sexual thrusts, and he felt his cock touch her clitoris each time she raised her pelvis.
Every time her stiff little spire was touched, she sucked at his tongue more fiercely, and Evan felt his cock getting bigger, harder and stiffer.
Suddenly, Debbie jerked her mouth away from Evan's. "I'm gonna come, Evan -- fuck deep -- as deep as you can -- I'm coming... eeeeh!"
Her body became a writhing mass of blonde flesh under him; the walls of her cunt gripped his cock with excruciating pressure. He felt the head of his cock become bulbous, and the slitted lips spewed open.
Debbie was orgasming; squealing with the pain and delight of sexual release... then Evan came: his cock spurted, hotly, strongly -- more than it had ever done with Marion -- and he felt the thick juice hitting the top of Debbie's squirming cunt.
"All inside me," Debbie squealed, "all creamy and hot!"
At last, their paroxysm of sexuality died down, and they lay, locked together; his cock, softening but still enlarged, within the saturated cunt.
"Oh, Evan," sighed Debbie, kissing him a gentle caress. "That was so nice! You're a nice person!"
"So are you," he said with emotion, "and I'm gonna do other nice things to you tonight, too -- it's not late!"
Debbie kissed him again, then giggled. "I guess we were pretty quick!"
He laughed; feeling happier than he had been for a long, long time. "That's good... it leaves us more time for all the other things we're gonna do."
Debbie stared at him. "Like what?" she asked.
"You'll find out," he said, smiling into her eyes.
She sighed. "I feel so relaxed and happy with you, Evan."
He became serious. "It seems to me,"-he said slowly, "that we belong together."
Debbie's eyes widened. "But you're married to Marion, and I'm married to Bob!"
He nodded. "But that needn't stop us from being together -- and often!" His mouth closed into a tight, bitter line, then he muttered. "Maybe Marion likes your Bob better than she likes me!"
Debbie's cheeks flushed. "I... I feel more relaxed with you than I do with -- with Bob!"
Evan glowed. "Oh, you doll... you sweet little blonde doll!" And he kissed her with tenderness as well as passion.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Oh, you brute," Marion sighed, "you've got a cock like a big, fucking bull!"
Bob was still on top of her; his cock inside her gently undulating cunt.
"You made me come twice, you big bastard," said Marion. "I could feel your cock on all sides of my cunt at the same time -- and that fucking big head on it reached to the limit -- hit the top of my sac, which is something that prick of a husband of mine can never do!"
Bob grinned at her. "I always try to please, Madam!"
"You're nothing but a fucking stud!" said Marion, but she smiled as she said it.
"But you liked it?"
Marion sighed. "Loved it, you bastard... how long before you can do it again?"
"Right now if you want it," said Bob, making his cock move inside the sensuous woman's pussy. "I want it," she panted.
"You on top this time," said Bob, twisting her on top of him without dislodging his cock from her cunt. "Why should I do all the work -- you can fuck me this time!"
Marion giggled as Bob's hands gripped her buttocks as he rolled her on top of him. "Gladly, lover," she murmured.
She began to work herself up and down on the huge, stiff rod, while Bob lay very still, letting her do all the work in the early stages of this sexual encounter.
She flicked out her tongue, licked his cheeks, then his lips, then thrust her wet, hungry tongue into his mouth and swirled it around.
When she drew her mouth away to take in a gasp of air, Bob said: "You're pretty damned expert at this -- how many men have you fucked anyway?"
Marion squeezed the walls of her cunt more tightly on his stiff organ, then answered. "I've been married three times!"
Bob grinned at her. "And how many others?"
She worked herself up and down on his rod; lifting herself with her elbows so that her clitoris was titillated by his cock. "None of your damned business!"
Bob closed his eyes as Marion rotated her hips while she fucked. "Jeezus, this is nice!"
"It'd be even nicer if you'd squeeze the tips of my nipples instead of just lying there, letting me do all the goddamned work!"
Obediently, Bob reached up, took a nipple between a finger and thumb with each hand, squeezed them, hard, painfully hard until Marion groaned. "You trying to pull them off my breasts, you bastard?"
"You like it," he told her.
She squirmed more sensually, half-closed her eyes. "I guess I do at that, you sonofabitch -- you know just what I like, don't you?"
"We're a good pair!" said Bob.
"What's what I was thinking," said Marion, her voice serious. Her sexual movements became more urgent. "Start pushing up with your cock each time I press down with my cunt, I'm getting close to my climax!"
Bob did as she demanded.
"I... I'm gonna come in a minute," panted Marion. "How about you?"
Bob thrust up strongly, felt his cock expand within the warm wet walls of her cunt. "Anytime, Marion... I got control... real control!"
Marion's movements quickened; the air panted from her parted lips. "Then come with me... orgasm at the same time. I wanna feel that thick hot stuff of yours squirting into my cunt while I'm coming!"
"Yeah, baby," Bob panted, fucking upward while Marion screwed her cunt downward, "we'll do just that -- come together -- really blast off, you hot, fucking bitch!"
"Big screwing stud!" she gasped, squirming her soaking cunt on his huge, still swelling organ.
Suddenly, she screamed: "Now,, Bob, now!" Her body became a mass of writhing, squirming, sex crazed flesh as she pressed down with all her strength on the monstrous shaft inside her.
Bob moved himself; felt the mouth of his cock open. Marion jerked, moaned then squealed as Bob let his sex-juice spurt. It hit the inside of her cunt with such force that she was pushed upward -- then she thrust herself down again, twisted her hips, madly, squealed with delight as she orgasmed with an undreamed of intensity.
The orgasm reached a crescendo and Marion screamed, then her head moved down, her mouth opened and she bit at Bob's lips with her small sharp teeth. She drew blood, and the taste of it seemed to arouse her anew. She squirmed herself viciously on Bob's still stiff cock. "I -- I'm gonna make myself come again," she panted. "Stay stiff; stay hard, don't go soft on me -- I wanna make myself come again!"
She worked herself violently; rotating her hips, squeezing the walls of her cunt as tightly as she could on the stiff hard cock.
All at once, her mouth opened, she drew in great gasps of air, then her whole body jerked; spasms of sexuality blasted through her flesh as she orgasmed again, then immediately afterwards, again.
At last, she became still, panting, dragging in gulps of air; then she rolled off Bob, lay beside him, her whole body quivering, heart pounding as she tried to recover from the torrid session of sex.
"I... I didn't think any man could completely satisfy me... but you did, Bob... you and your brute of a cock!"
Bob turned to her; his face white with rage. "You bitch!" he mouthed.
Marion stared at him in shock. "What?"
"I was just gonna come when you rolled your fucking cunt off my cock!"
"I -- I didn't know," she murmured.
Bob pointed to his cock; it was standing straight up, stiff and hard, like a sexual, phallic symbol. "Suck it off!" he snapped.
Marion turned white. "No! That's something I never do!"
"Suck me off," said Bob, his voice vicious.
"No!"
Bob half turned his body, then his open hand came down onto Marion's belly with a fierce slap.
She moaned, flinched from the pain, drawing in her stomach from the force of the blow.
"You're gonna suck me," said Bob, his teeth clenched. He reached to the naked woman, twisted her onto her face; then his hand came down on her bottom, hard, heavy, leaving a redness that turned white before he slapped down again with all his strength.
Marion screamed. "Stop it! Nobody spanks ME! Nobody -- not ever!"
Bob's hand came down again, and Marion screamed, tried to squirm away, but Bob clamped a hand on the back of her neck, held her in place while he continued to spank the now crimson bottom with his other hand.
"I'm gonna keep on spanking your ass until you agree to suck off my cock!"
"No!" she moaned.
His hand came down again, harder and harder. Marion's bottom was a red, smarting mass of bruised flesh. Six more spanks, then eight, then ten -- "Alright!" Marion screamed. "Stop it -- I'll suck off your putrid cock, you monster!"
Bob grinned, released his hold on Marion's neck, and she turned over, her eyes filled with tears of pain.
She twisted her body, reached for his cock with her mouth. The organ was so huge that she had to open her mouth to its widest extent to accommodate it.
"Ah, that!" Bob sighed, as he felt the soft lips moving up and down his monstrous shaft.
When she had twisted herself downward to seize his cock with her lips, her bottom had remained at the top of the bed, close to Bob's face. He glanced at the crimson arcs of flesh with a perverse satisfaction, then reached out a hand, squeezed the bruised flesh gently.
Marion moaned, but kept on sucking the swollen shaft.
Bob sighed with pleasure. The sensation of soft, wet lips on his cock was completely delicious.
"Keep sucking like that," he panted, "but tickle the underside of my cock with your tongue, Marion baby!" She gagged, but did as he demanded.
"I'm gonna come in a minute," Bob whispered. "And when I do -- you're gonna swallow my stuff -- all my fucking stuff, understand?"
She made a muffled negative sound.
"Otherwise," said Bob, quietly but grimly, "you'll get more of this!" He gave her abused bottom a vicious pinch.
A squeal spurted from the lips that were wrapped around the huge rod, then Marion's head bobbed more quickly as she tried to appease her tormentor.
"Now!" Bob panted. "Squeeze your lips tight now!"
He felt the lips tighten their grip on his organ, then he closed his eyes as the spurts began. Vaguely, he was aware of the choking sounds that dribbled from Marion's mouth, and he reached down, seized her hair, held her head in place over his cock. He spurted, again and again, and Marion swallowed the thick, creamy juice that seemed to keep squirting as though it was never going to stop.
But at last it did stop, and tiredly, Marion lifted her head, taking her lips off the cock that she had appeased, had sucked, had swallowed its excretion. Bob released his grip on her hair. She squirmed herself until her head was at the top of the bed; suddenly she turned, placed her mouth close to Bob, then her lips parted and she spewed a mass of Bob's come-juice onto his mouth. "That's yours, you bastard -- your fucking stuff. I'm giving some of it back to you!"
Bob's face went momentarily white with anger, then his expression changed and he grinned. "You're just like I figured you, baby. A real red-headed, green-eyed hell-cat!" He grinned some more, then moved his head, kissed her on the mouth, taking her by surprise. "I love you baby -- just love you!"
She stared at him with mixed emotion. "You're a monster," she said weakly. "A sadistic bastard!"
He grinned again. 'You're so goddamned used to having everything your own fucking way; having people jump when you say jump, that it shakes you up to have someone who knows how to handle you."
"Is spanking my ass until it's all bruised the way you handle me?" she asked, bitterly, then added, plaintively, "I'm so sore!" She reached under herself, touched the abused flesh and flinched.
"I did nice things to you, too, didn't I?" said Bob. "How many times did I make you come?"
She smiled now. "I didn't count." She gave Bob a strange- sideway glance then turned her head away, "But I wouldn't mind coming again -- d'you wanna suck me off?"
Bob stared at her. "What's wrong with my cock?"
"Why nothing," said Marion, demurely. "It's a wonderful cock -- but you couldn't come again so soon. I mean I just sacked everything out of it; you couldn't get hard again so fast"
"I could," said Bob.
Marion just stared at him with wide-open eyes.
"How about getting it up your ass this time?"
Marion jerked. "No... no, goddamned no, no, no! You'd split me wide open, ruin me for life. Why, you fit inside my cunt like a hand in a glove and I know that -- that I'm not exactly small down there!" She flushed as she made the admission.
Bob laughed. "I'll say you're not. And I might add that it's damned nice to find a cunt that I can get into without tearing or making it bleed or something!"
"You fitted in me very nicely," Marion said with satisfaction. "And I might add that it's nice to find a cock that doesn't feel loose -- that hardly touches the sides of my cunt at all -- like that prick of a husband of mine."
Bob stared at the- sensuous woman. "Why'd you marry him, Marion?"
She smiled, bitterly. "That's a hell of a good question." She seemed lost in thought, then spoke again. "He's pretty handsome... and he wanted me for my money, of course; it was one of those very quick things... I never had any sex with him until after we were married!"
Bob looked startled.
"If I'd known what a puny cock he had -- I tell you, I wouldn't have married the prick." She looked reminiscent. "Both my other husbands had good-sized cocks -- not as big as your huge monster -- but big enough to satisfy me."
Bob looked thoughtful. "You need a lot of sex, don't you, Marion? You need a lot of fucking!"
She flushed. "You make it sound so crude!" She thought for a moment, then admitted: "I guess that I do at that. I like sex -- a lot of it, and often!"
"So do I," said Bob very quietly, "but I've never screwed my wife!"
"What!" Marion looked startled. "Why not?"
Bob laughed, bitterly. "She's got a tiny little pussy that can't take in my cock!"
Marion looked amazed. "My God, I've never heard anything like that before!" She looked at Bob's face. "What do you do then? I mean sex-wise?"
Bob shrugged. "She sucks me off; makes me come with her hand sometimes... " he hesitated, then: "it's not really an ideal arrangement, but she's a pretty sweet little girl."
"And what do you do for her?" asked Marion.
"Play with her, suck her -- spank her, she likes that!" He smiled as he said it.
Marion moved her hand onto her bottom, winced. "You're damned good at that, aren't you? Spanking."
Bob grinned. "You oughta know!"
"You're a sadistic bastard, Bob; I feel sorry for Debbie!"
"What about Evan? He seems like a nice guy to me, but all you call him is a puny little prick!"
"That's what he is," said Marion with a trace of bitterness in her voice.
Bob looked thoughtful. "He and Debbie are probably enjoying themselves. He's too small for you... and Debbie's too small for me; maybe they're just right for each other!"
Marion considered what Bob had said, then she gave a small shiver, leaned towards Bob, bit at the lobe of his ear.
He smiled at her. "Wanna fuck -- or suck?"
"Fuck!" she said, vehemently.
Bob rolled on top of her, and her huge sexual cavern spewed open as she parted her fleshy thighs. Bob thrust his cock up her cunt with shattering, vicious pleasure.
Marion moaned and lifted her pelvis to meet the hard, sexual intruder.
CHAPTER TWELVE
They lay in reverse positions on the bed.
Evan's mouth was poised at the lips of Debbie's tiny pussy as she lay on top of him, while Debbie held Evan's erect cock between the palms of her hands and sucked it like a live lollipop.
She lifted her lips off the stiff organ for a moment. "This is fun, Evan. I've never done this with Bob!"
"Nor me with Marion," Evan said; then his mouth jammed against the small cunt again, and he sucked and licked with relish.
He had never realized that he could enjoy sucking a cunt so much; the times that Marion had demanded it, and he had reluctantly done as she asked, he had found it an ordeal; trying to bring her to her orgasm as quickly as possible so that his unwanted task would be finished. But with Debbie, it was different. He savored the taste of her juicy young pussy; and even the musky, sexy smell excited him, making his erection get harder, larger. The feel of her soft young lips sliding up and down his shaft was like heaven. Marion had never done anything like that to him. It had always been his duty to satisfy her; his own satisfaction was a very secondary thing. With Debbie, it wasn't like that -- their enjoyment and satisfaction was mutual.
Evan slid his tongue up the sexual slit -- so tight, so snug -- not like Marion's at all -- until he found the tiny clitoris. It stiffened as soon as he touched it with the tip of his tongue.
Debbie took her mouth off Evan's cock for a second. "I like that, Evan -- it drives me wild, real wild!"
Evan moved his tongue more quickly; eager to please this cute, lovable blonde doll -- while she in turn, tickled his cock with her small pointed tongue, sending waves of delight through his scrotum, balls and entire body.
They made their sexual session last as long as they could, but finally Debbie's small bottom began wriggling and her cunt vibrated against Evan's mouth. "I... I can't wait much longer, Evan," Debbie whispered. "I'm gonna come... like crazy .. can you come, too? I mean -- like at the same time?"
"Yeah," he groaned, "I've been holding back -- waiting for you."
"Now Evan, now!" Debbie squealed, then her mouth went back onto his stiff, throbbing cock and she did delightful things to it.
He felt the juice spurting down his shaft at the same time as Debbie's clitoris became bobbing wildly, getting harder and harder, projecting more and more. A muffled squeal came from Debbie's lips but she continued to massage his cock with her mouth.
The creamy fluid squirted from the open lips in the head of Evan's cock, and Debbie sucked it up, swallowed it with pleasure; enjoying the taste of it, because it was from Evan -- good, kind Evan! Her own bottom was a squirming wriggling piece of juicy young flesh, while her clitoris had gone crazy, bobbing and weaving like a glob of quicksilver.
Evan groaned with sexual pleasure as he felt his organ spurting; he gripped Debbie's clitoris with his teeth, holding it lightly but firmly as she wriggled it, erratically, excitably.
Debbie's squeals became louder; she sucked at his cock more avidly, then her whole body jerked, as she reached the peak of her orgasm.
After a few seconds, her tremors reduced until finally she lay very still; Evan's cock, softening now, still in hey mouth, while he kept her clitoris, which still moved, but more languidly, between his teeth.
At last, they released their grip on each other, Evan turned himself, faced the young blonde, and they kissed-not like casual sexual partners, but like lovers -- like two young people in love.
"Oh, Evan," Debbie sighed, "this has been wonderful -- like out of this world!"
"That's how I feel," he whispered, "like heaven!' "I wish we could go on like this forever," Debbie murmured, kissing his lips, his cheeks and licking a sheen of love all over his face.
"So do I," he whispered, then -- as though his words had reminded him, he glanced at his watch, "My God, but it's late!" he gasped.
He looked at Debbie; kissed her very gently, "I'll hafta phone the cottage."
Debbie took his hand, checked his watch for the time, then said: "I -- I suppose so." She looked as though she was going to cry.
* * *
"What're you gonna do when Evan comes back?" Bob asked Marion.
She laughed, obscenely. "I'll make him suck me off -- suck all your fucking stuff outa my emit; I'm filled with it, the stuff's oozing out all the time!" She laughed again. "I'll get a kick outa making Evan suck it out of me -- making him swallow another man's come-stuff out of his own wife's cunt!" She made a lewd sound.
Bob looked at her. "You treat the poor bastard like dirt!"
Marion's lips curled. "It's all he deserves -- he's a zero; a fucking, no-good nothing!"
Bob just stared at the cold-blooded yet violently passionate woman.
"What'll you do with Debbie?" Marion asked, curiously. Bob smiled. "Spank her cute little ass until it's as red as the setting sun, then go to sleep!"
Marion's eyes opened wide. "You treat her worse than I treat Evan!"
Bob shook his head. "Not so. She likes being spanked; she gets some kind of masochistic thrill out of it! I know it, I've watched her face when I've been spanking her, and though she cries, I know better -- she just loves it!"
Marion stared at Bob's face. "And you love it, too, you sadistic bastard!"
The phone rang. Marion answered it, heard Evan's voice. I'm on my way over, he said then hung up.
"Evan", .said Marion, "he's on his way back, the stupid little prick."
Bob slid off the bed, dressed quickly. "I'll be on my way."
Marion sat up; her breasts looking bigger when she was in a sitting position. "When are we getting together again?"
Bob shrugged. "I don't know... but we'll arrange it for pretty soon."
"It's better be pretty damned soon," mouthed Marion. "I need that big thing that dangles between your legs. Need it up my cunt!"
Bob grinned. "Up your big, hungry fucking cunt!"
"Yes," she almost snarled, "up my big, hungry fucking cunt if you hafta know!"
"Okay, okay," said Bob, soothingly, "we'll arrange something. He had finished dressing, and was turning to leave when a thought struck him. "Say, it's Debbie's birthday next week. Why don't we all get together -- we can invite the Henderson's -- and give Debbie a birthday party, including," he added with an enigmatic smile, "a birthday spanking -- from each of us?"
Marion's eyes glistened at the thought; her tongue snaked out, moistened her lips. "Sounds fine to me, Bob, and maybe... just maybe, the party will end with some swapping. I'll take you!" She smiled as she said it.
"Maybe you'd like to sample Herbert Henderson -- he seems to know what it's all about!"
"Not as long as you're available -- you big, fucking stud!" Marion snapped.
Bob grinned, "We'll see," he murmured, then he kissed her lightly, murmured, "See you soon, you red-headed doll," and he hurried out of the cottage.
* * *
He ran in to Evan halfway between the cottages. What perfect timing, he thought.
"Everything okay?" he asked the slender young man.
"Fine," said Evan, "and you?"
"Wonderful," said Bob, grinning. "Goodnight Evan."
"Goodnight Bob," and they went their respective ways.
What civilized people we are, Bob thought, then he wondered: lust how civilized can you get?
* * *
Debbie was sitting on the edge of the bed, still completely naked, with a dreamy expression on her young face when Bob entered the bedroom. She glanced up, casually almost. "Hello Bob; have a nice time?"
"It was okay," he shrugged, "how about you?"
She looked at the floor. "It was alright -- I just do these things to please you."
"Like hell you do," Bob snapped. "You've been enjoying yourself -- I can read the expression on your face. I know you pretty damned well!"
"I hafta go along with it." Debbie whispered. Bob looked at her, but she kept her eyes cast down.
"I'm gonna spank your cute little ass until it's as red as a beet before I go to sleep," he muttered.
She looked up then. "But why?" Her eyes were wide open.
"Two reasons," said Bob, starting to undress. "I feel like spanking you -- and you want to be spanked; you want to feel the glow of it all through that luscious blonde body; you wanna be thrilled, excited, aroused -- you love it!"
Debbie, didn't answer, but her cheeks became red -- because what Bob said was true. She didn't mind being spanked at all -- as long as he didn't really hurt her!
"If... if that's what you want to do... I... I can't stop you, can I?" she whispered.
"And you wouldn't if you could," said Bob, removing the last of his clothing, then, completely naked, moving towards the bed.
Debbie glanced at the huge cock; still big even though relaxed, and asked: "How did Marion like that?" There was something like a sneer in her voice.
"We didn't do much," Bob lied, "how did you like Evan's puny little prick?"
"It's not so puny!" Debbie snapped, angrily.
"Fitted in that tiny pussy of yours okay, I suppose," Bob sneered.
"As a matter of fact," said Debbie with surprising vehemence, "it fitted in perfectly... we had a wonderful fuck!"
Bob's face paled. "Well now, isn't that nice -- you oughta be damned grateful to me for fixing you up with him!"
"You only did it because you wanted to get your big cock into that red-headed bitch!" Debbie snapped.
Bob sat on the edge of the bed. "Okay," he said quietly, "lie down, turn onto your face."
"For what?" Debbie asked, but she did as she was told.
"Spank -- spank," said Bob, trying to sound playful but not quite succeeding.
"Do you have to?" Debbie's voice was muffed as she buried her face in a pillow.
"You want it... and I want to do it; so why not?" His hand came down before she expected it, and her whole body jerked. "Not too hard, Bob."
"Just enough to make your cute little ass rosy red all over... then you'll feel the glow of it, the thrill and the pleasure... " he broke off, brought his hand down again -- then again and again and again.
Gradually, Debbie's softly rounded bottom began to turn pink all over. Bob continued the spanking.
* * *
"And how did you like that tight, little-girl cunt of Debbie's?" asked Marion, sneeringly, when Evan entered the bedroom.
She was lying on the bed; still nude, her big breasts projecting upward and her legs held lewdly apart.
"It was a damned nice change," Evan snapped.
Marion's face tightened up. "You puny little prick!"
"She didn't think that," said Evan, calmly.
"I don't suppose she did," said Marion, "she's so damned small that her husband can't get his cock into her pussy!"
Evan looked startled; then he considered. "He's pretty big." Marion smiled: "Uuum, is he ever!"
"Fitted in your big cunt fine, I guess!"
"It's not that damned big -- just because you're so damned small doesn't mean that I'm so big!" she snapped, then her expression changed. "It was the first good fuck I've had since I got married to you!"
"Glad you enjoyed it," Evan snapped back, as he began to undress.
"Before you come to bed," said Marion, a vicious note in her voice, "I want you to suck me off -- lick my cunt until I come!"
Evan dragged off his undershorts. "I don't feel like it tonight." he said.
"If you don't do as I say," said Marion in a strangely quiet voice, "you won't get your weekly allowance!"
Evan sighed. "Didn't you have enough with Bob?"
"Do as I say," Marion's voice was ominously calm.
He felt like a male prostitute, but Evan took up his usual position at the foot of the bed, moved his head up until it was poised over Marion's cunt.
His mouth went down, and he started to lick her clitoris.
"Not there," said Marion, "not yet. Suck my pussy; stick your tongue inside, then suck and suck and suck!"
He moved his mouth down, thrust his tongue into her open sexual cavern. He drew back. "You're filled with stuff... " The sudden realization made his face go white. "Bob's stuff... you're filled with it!"
"Suck it all out of me," said Marion.
"I won't do it!"
"No suck -- no money!" said Marion, then she gave an obscene laugh.
Reluctantly, hating himself for being so weak, Evan pushed his mouth down again, began sucking. The thick, creamy fluid that filled his wife's cunt tasted salty, sour. Evan gagged.
"Keep sucking!" Marion snapped.
He went back to his task; continued to suck until Marion's cunt was clear of Bob's come-stuff.
Evan lifted his head with a sigh of relief. "Uuuuum," sighed Marion, "I liked that!"
"You just like to... to humiliate me," said Evan, bitterly.
Marion ignored his words. "What you've been doing has aroused me; got me all worked up... lick my clit 'til I blast!"
"Haven't I done enough?" he pleaded.
"Suck and bite my clit the way I like it until I have an orgasm," said Marion, "and then, husband dear, you can come to bed."
Resignedly, Evan pressed his mouth down again, squeezed the protuberant clitoris with his lips, tickled the tip of it, then gripped it with his teeth, nibbled, titillated, teased and tickled until the thrills blasted through his wife's body as she orgasmed, violently, passionately, with a vicious, sadistic pleasure.
"Now," she panted, "you can come to bed. If I feel like it... I'll wake you, and you can suck me off again. Have a good sleep, husband dear."
Tiredly, wiping his mouth with a towel, Evan crawled onto the bed. He pulled the sheet over him and accidently his body brushed Marion's. Her skin was damp with sweat, and he was conscious of the mixed smell of sex-juice, muskiness and Marion's own intimate odor.
He closed his eyes; tried to shut out thoughts of his wife, and thought, instead, of a little blonde doll who appreciated him; was kind to him, who liked him -- maybe, more than liked! The thought excited him so much that he had a spontaneous erection.
Evan fell asleep, dreaming of Debbie.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"What happened last night?" asked Herbert.
He was strolling along the beach with Bob on the morning after the Bob-Marion, Evan-Debbie swap. Bob grinned. "What do you think?"
Herbert's eyebrows rose. "You swapped with them?"
Bob nodded.
Herbert looked thoughtful. "That red-headed piece of stuff -- how was she?"
Bob grinned again. "Just like you'd expect a red-headed, green-eyed sexpot to be... only more so. She's a fucking good fuck, but she's a sadistic bitch, too."
"Is that right?" Herbert sounded intrigued. "You know something -- I wouldn't mind a sample of that myself!"
Bob laughed. "She'll give it you. She's plenty of sex to spare. Enough for you and me both -- let alone poor old Evan."
"Evan," said Herbert, thoughtfully, "how did it go with him and Debbie?"
Bob's face clouded. "Very well, I'd say." He hesitated. "In fact, I think it went too damned well!"
"What do you mean?" asked Herbert, quietly.
Bob looked thoughtful. "I can't be sure, but I think she kinda fell for the guy. He's quiet and a little on the shy side -- just like Debbie. Maybe they got along too well together; they're very much alike!"
Herbert patted Bob's shoulder. "I wouldn't worry, Bob. People are attracted by opposites -- you know that!"
"Maybe that's the theory," said Bob, morosely, "but I wonder."
Herbert changed the subject. "How about a game after lunch?"
Bob brightened a little. "Why sure... see you at the club about two o'clock?"
"Fine," said Herbert, "I may go down a little earlier and practice some putting -- it's not so damned sharp lately."
"See you at two then," said Bob as they went to their respective cottages.
* * *
Bob and Debbie had an early lunch, and were back in their cottage shortly after one o'clock.
"What're you gonna do this afternoon?" Bob asked his wife.
Debbie shrugged. "Lie on the beach with Elaine, I guess -- but I'm gonna have a little sleep first, I feel kinda tired."
"Yeah," said Bob, a sarcastic note in his voice, "you had a pretty busy night!"
He moved to the door. "Be back around five-thirty," then he left the cottage without giving Debbie her customary goodbye kiss.
Debbie stared after her husband, thoughtfully, then wandered into the bedroom, slipped off her dress and lay down on the bed in her panties and bra. Within minutes, she was sound asleep.
* * *
Bob wandered past the row of cottages, deep in thought. Elaine Henderson was sitting outside their cottage, wearing a mini-bikini.
"Hi!" she said as Bob was passing.
He turned. "Elaine! I didn't see you!" he moved closer, smiled at her. "You look good enough to 'eat -- and your bikini's almost invisible," he grinned.
There was a gleam in Elaine's eyes. "Herbert's gone to the club -- you're not due to meet him until two; why don't you come inside for a minute?"
"You mean for a drink," said Bob, "I don't want to drink just before I play a match with Herbert!"
Elaine rose, entered the cottage. "I wasn't thinking of a drink," she said over her shoulder.
Momentarily, Bob hesitated. Women, women, women, he thought, they're insatiable! Then he grinned: And irresistible, too! He followed Elaine into the cottage; carefully closed the door behind him.
He glanced around; Elaine wasn't in sight: then her voice came from the bedroom. "I'm in here!"
He walked into the bedroom, remembering the last time he'd been in there. Elaine had removed the top of her bikini and the nipples on her breasts projected like twin peaks of sexual invitation.
She moved up to Bob, put her arms around his neck, kissed him, deeply, passionately, using her tongue and her lips on his mouth and in his mouth, then sucking his tongue into her mouth.
She drew back. "We've got time," she said.
Bob watched as she took off her bikini briefs; he stared at the familiar thatch of thick, lustrous pubic hair -- then he was sliding off his pants, underpants, as Elaine spread herself out'-on the bed.
"You had that red-headed piece last night," said Elaine. "I know it... now you've got me, you big sexy stud!"
Bob rolled onto the bed beside Elaine; his cock beginning to erect at the sight of the naked woman.
Elaine spread her legs apart. "Get on me, you big bastard. I don't want to wait -- I feel hot and sexy as hell!"
She reached out; took his swelling organ in her hand, squeezed it, caressed it. "Lovely," she drooled," it's just an adorable cock!" She pulled it, and Bob, until he was on top of her. "Now fuck me with it; screw me -- satisfy my hungry little pussy!"
He grinned down at her. It's not so damned little!"
She pouted. "I'll bet it's smaller than that damned red-head's!"
"You're so right," Bob agreed, inserting the head of his cock in the neck of Elaine's opening pussy. "She's got a cunt like the Grand Canyon!"
Elaine giggled as Bob thrust deeper into her. "Which do you like better -- her cunt or miner "Yours, of course," he answered, diplomatically, beginning to fuck. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her mouth against his, snaked out her tongue as she felt his cock moving, rhythmically, inside her cunt.
After a moment she took her hands from around his neck, pressed them onto his buttocks, pulling him deeper inside her each time he made a forward thrust.
She dragged her mouth off his. "Oh, Bob -- you really do something to me!" She began to raise and lower her pelvis, increasing the friction against her stiff clitoris.
Her movements became faster, and Bob responded. "It... it won't be long now," Elaine panted, squeezing her vaginal walls as tightly as she could against the swollen organ that slithered in and out of her cunt.
"Now, Elaine, now!" said Bob.
The head of his cock swelled; the juice zoomed . down the thick shaft, spurted -- and Elaine squealed, as she felt the scalding juice hitting the back of her cunt.
"Keep fucking," she panted, "I'm just starting to come!" Her movements became wilder, she squirmed, writhed, pressed her clitoris against the still stiff shaft with all her strength, and then the spasmodic jerking began, as she orgasmed, not once but twice in succession.
A shrill squeal spurted from Elaine's lips as she orgasmed the second time... and outside the cottage, Marion Blaine heard the sound, paused, then moved closer to the curtained window, listened.
"Oh, you lovely fucker, you made me come twice' You and your fucking big cock -- Bob, I'm crazy about you!" Elaine pulled his face close to hers, kissed him with fire and passion.
Outside, Marion's lips tightened, her face paled, then she moved away from the window, sat down on the beach in a position where she had a good view of the front door of the Henderson's cottage.
After a few minutes, the door opened and Bob Prescott came out; he glanced around him, then hurried away in the direction of the Golf Club.
Damn, fucking damn! Marion muttered under her breath.
She stayed in the same place, and several minutes later, Elaine Henderson came out of the cottage and walked to the cottage which was occupied by Bob and Debbie.
* * *
Elaine tapped at the door, then entered. "Debbie!" she called, softly. There was no reply. The bedroom door was half-open, Elaine approached it, glanced inside.
Debbie was fast asleep on the bed; her cute little body curled up like a kitten. She was wearing just brief panties and bra, and looked like an adorable blonde little doll.
'Elaine smiled with genuine affection, then closed the door behind her very quietly, and left the cottage. Debbie looked to be sleeping too peacefully to be awakened, she thought.
She wandered onto the beach, then started when a voice said "Hi, Elaine!"
Elaine turned.
The red-haired, green-eyed woman squatting on the sand stared up at her. "You know me, don't you -- I'm Marion Blaine!"
"Of course," said Elaine. She hesitated for the fraction of a second, then sat down on the sand beside Marion.
"Bob Prescott was telling me about you last night," said Marion, casually. "I had him over at our cottage."
"I know that," said Elaine, casually, too, "what did Bob have to say about me?"
Marion shrugged. "Oh, nothing much -- just that he knew you and your husband. By the way, it's Debbie's birthday next week and Bob suggested that we throw a small party for her. What do you think, Elaine?"
"I think it's a very good idea," said Elaine with enthusiasm.
Marion laughed. "We'll all give her a birthday spanking, of course. Bob tells me she just loves to be spanked."
"Is that so?" said Elaine without emotion.
"And we could all end up by swapping," said Marion, her green eyes fixed on Elaine's face. "We can make it a real swinging affair."
Elaine looked at the red-headed woman, then answered coldly: "I suppose we could at that." She rose to her feet. "I hope you'll excuse me, I promised to meet a friend at the Seaway Bar." she lied. About to leave, she paused, asked: "Where's your husband?"
Marion shrugged. "He said he was going to play golf; he was still in the cottage when I left, I suppose he's gone by now. Why do you ask?"
"No reason," said Elaine, "just wondered". She forced a smile onto her face. "Goodbye Marion," then she hurried away in the direction of the Seaway Bar.
She didn't have to meet anyone there; but she wanted to get away from Marion. There was something about the redhead that got under her skin.
End up by swapping, she'd said. Elaine clenched her lips. Marion with Bob or Herbert! Elaine didn't like the idea of either of her two men going with the green-eyed bitch!
At the Seaway Bar, Elaine had two Martinis, then got into a conversation with a guest from the hotel, a woman, whom she'd met casually in the restaurant.
* * *
Evan Blaine had not gone to the Golf Club as Marion had told Elaine. Instead, he had waited until his wife was safely settled on the beach, then he had crept, as inconspicuously as possible, to Bob and Debbie's cottage.
He knew that Bob was at the Golf Club with Herbert, and as Debbie wasn't on the beach with Elaine, she must be in the cottage alone.
He opened the door without knocking, shut it behind him, then -- as an afterthought -- he shot the bolt, so that no one could enter, even though they had a key.
"Debbie," he called, softly.
There was no answer, and he glanced at the closed bedroom door, then tiptoed across the living-room, opened the door cautiously.
Debbie was still asleep on the bed.
Evan caught his breath at the wondrous sight of the little blonde girl, asleep.
He moved to the side of the bed, sat on the edge, then leaned over Debbie, kissed her lightly on the forehead.
She stirred, murmured in her sleep, then her eyes opened. She stared at Evan in surprise, then a startled gasp hissed from her perfect lips. "Evan!" She sat up, looked at Evan as though she couldn't believe her own eyes. "How-why, I mean what're you . doing in here?"
He smiled. "I came to see you. I knew you were alone and that Bob's at the Club!"
Slowly, a smile came onto Debbie's face. "You've got an awful lot of nerve," she murmured. "You don't mind?" he asked, anxiously.
Debbie smiled more broadly. "No, but... " a small frown creased her forehead, "what if someone came in... like unexpectedly?"
"I bolted the front door," he said, smiling, as though he'd done something very clever. "I could always go out through the window."
Debbie giggled. "Don't make it sound so melodramatic. Just get undressed and come into bed with me!" Evan reached across, pressed his lips on hers, kissed her with passion and emotion. When he drew back, he murmured, so quietly that Debbie had to strain her ears to hear. "I... I think I'm falling in love with you!"
She squeezed his hand and whispered, "Come to bed!"
With trembling hands, Evan started to strip off his clothes.
* * *
Bob hit an iron shot onto the green, then turned to Herbert. "If you really want it -- I think I could fix it for you!" Herbert gave him a sharp glance. "You mean... "
"That red-head, Marion -- I could fix you up with her tonight, if you want it!"
"How?"
"I'm taking Debbie downtown to a show. We'll be away for three or four hours -- you could use our cottage."
Herbert considered. The thought of the sexy red-head excited him. She wasn't so young, he knew that, but there was an aura of sexuality about her that made him want to get his hands on her, fuck her, screw her, eat her with his eyes and his hands and. his mouth. He wanted her!
"You think she'll go along with it?" he asked, a little doubtfully.
"Sure," said Bob, confidently, "she's cock-crazy -- for anyone except that poor little bastard of her husband!"
"Why is she so against him?"
"Says he's puny -- his cock's small so she says... doesn't do anything to her. She makes the poor guy do all kind of things to that overheated body of hers to make up for his shortcomings."
"She's really a bitch, isn't she?"
"Damn right she is!"
"I'd still like to sample her, though," said Herbert. "Consider it arranged," said Bob, "I'll speak to her in the restaurant," he grinned. "Just call me Mr. Fix-it!"
"How about the time?" asked Herbert; already he felt excited at the sexual prospect.
"We'll be leaving for downtown around eight; won't be back before midnight, that's for sure." Bob grinned at Herbert, "You'll have at least four hours -- that long enough for you?"
Herbert laughed. "Long enough for me -- I just wonder if I'm long enough for her. I'm not a big bull like you, you know." Bob grinned at the backhanded compliment. "You'll do, Herb, I'm goddamned sure you'll do all-right!"
Evan lay on top of Debbie, his dormant cock still trapped inside her tight little cunt.
"Oh, Evan," Debbie drooled, "that was wonderful!"
He kissed her, feeling her small pointed tongue swirling around inside his mouth. "We'll do it again in a minute, baby. With you I can go on and on... not like with... with... " he broke off.
"With your wife," Debbie whispered.
He nodded. "With you, honey, it's all so different!"
Debbie closed her eyes. "I -- I feel the same way." She wrapped her arms around; held him, fiercely, possessively. "Oh, Evan," she almost moaned, "what're we gonna do?"
He looked at her very seriously. "For now, honey, we have to go on the way we're going on right now... later... " he paused, "we -- we'll work something out."
"Like -- like permanent?"
Evan closed his eyes in pain; then kissed her again. "Yeah, honey, like permanent!" But his heart felt heavy as he said it.
"Love me now, Evan," Debbie said urgently. "Screw your cock into my pussy, squirt all your stuff into me; I want to feel you inside me, all of you; I want to squeeze every last drop of juice out of you -- fuck me, Evan. Keep on fucking, put your cock in my cunt and fuck. I love you!"
Her words had brought on a fresh erection; now, he started to screw the tight little sexual slot; thrusting his stiff, aroused cock into her cunt to the limit, screwing as he'd never screwed before; fucking with all his strength until he brought Debbie to a series of voluptuous orgasms like she'd never experienced before.
If Marion had seen Evan at that moment, she wouldn't have called him puny!
His cock spurted, and Debbie squealed. "Eeeeeh! It's so hot; all creamy and hot! It's filling me. Your stuff Evan; I love it because it's from you!"
He groaned with the agony of the ecstasy; revelled in the feel of the tight little cunt that hugged his cock so strongly, so fiercely.
"I wish this could go on forever," he whispered.
"Me, too", Debbie moaned.
Reminded, he glanced at his watch. "Jeezus!" His body stiffened. "I... I'll hafta to be going... your husband'll be back pretty soon!"
"Oh, Evan," Debbie moaned, squeezing the walls of her small cunt as tightly as she could around his cock, as though in that way she could keep him with her. "I wish you could stay!"
"So do I, honey; but you know it's impossible!"
Debbie sighed; a sad tear trickled down her cheek.
"I know it," Debbie whispered.
Evan rose; dressed hurriedly, then Debbie wrapped a beach-robe around her nakedness, unbolted the front door, scanned the immediate area.
"It's okay," she told Evan.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed him with fierce possessiveness before he left. She had told him that she was going downtown with Bob that evening, but there was always tomorrow.
"Tomorrow," he said before he exited; and Debbie had nodded. "For sure!"
He got back to his cottage without being observed, and was surprised to find Marion in the living-room, sipping a highball.
"You see Bob and Herbert Henderson at the Club?" she asked.
He shook his head. "They'd already teed off -- I just practiced on the range." He was amazed at the way he lied so easily. Is that what love made you do?
Marion held out her empty glass. "Fix me another drink," she told her husband as though he was a servant.
Meekly, Evan took the empty glass into the kitchenette, fixed up a drink the way Marion liked it, returned to the living-room, handed her the glass. She took it from him without a word of thanks, then said, surprisingly, "That Elaine Henderson is a bitch!"
"Why d'you say that?" asked Evan, staring at his wife.
Marion didn't answer his question. She sipped at her drink. "Goddamned fucking bitch!" She drained her glass, handed it to Evan. "Fig me another," she commanded.
"What d'you wanna do tonight?" he asked when he returned with Marion's drink.
She shrugged; then her face brightened. "Maybe we can have Bob and Debbie over!"
Evan shook his head. "They're going downtown to a show."
Marion's face darkened. "How'd you know that?"
"Debbie mentioned it last night," he lied smoothly.
"Debbie!" Marion's lips curled, "that scrawny little blonde!"
Evan paled. "She's got a perfect figure!"
Marion laughed, obscenely. "You oughta know! But she looks like an undersized kid to me!"
Evan was about to make an angry retort, but smiled instead. "She's a little blonde doll," he said softly, "perfect in every way!" Marion stared at her husband; a strange expression on her face.
"You really like her, don't you?" her voice was unusually quiet.
He nodded.
Marion sipped her drink, thoughtfully.
"I'm beginning to get an idea," she said when she had finished her drink.
"I don't want to hear it," Evan snapped. "I know the kind of ideas you get and I don't like them!"
"I think you'd like this one, Evan dear, but we'll wait a while before I tell you."
"The longer we wait the better," Evan snapped before he went into the kitchenette and fixed a stiff drink for himself.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Casually, Bob strolled across to Marion and Evan's table when they were having their post-dinner coffees. The restaurant was only half-full, and the adjacent tables were unoccupied.
"Hi, Marion," said Bob, affably. "Hi, Evan!"
They responded; : Marion's face lighting up. Bob took a chair, seated himself, then turned to Evan. "D'you mind if I have a word with your wife in private, Evan; it's something personal?"
Evan looked more pleased than offended at the blatant request. "Sure, I'll go and talk to Debbie!"
He hurried across the restaurant, and within seconds, Evan and Debbie were engaged in an animated conversation.
Bob stared at them, thoughtfully.
Marion broke into his thoughts. "They seem to get on well together, don't they?" Her voice was sugary sweet.
"You can say that again," said Bob, broodingly; then he dragged his thoughts off his wife and remembered what he wanted to ask Marion.
Briefly, he outlined the situation. "He's just crazy about you. Says your figure drives him wild -- and like I said our cottage'll be empty for at least four hours tonight, you could meet him there, will your' Marion's eyes glittered; she remembered the sexual squeal she had heard spurting from Elaine's lips that afternoon, and thought that she'd get a perverse kick out of fucking with that bitch's husband -- without her knowing it -- though she'd let Elaine know later, of course, she'd really rub it in.
"Sure, I'll go along with it! You don't mind do you, Bob?" she answered.
Bob grinned. "I don't mind. Herbert's a damned nice guy, and you're so damned good I want to share you with my friends!"
Marion didn't like the way he put it. "Don't make me sound like a whore or some kind of nymphomaniac!"
"Sorry, Marion," said Bob, contritely, "I didn't mean it that way at all. It's just that you're something very special!"
She smiled. "That sounds better. Okay, I'll be there. What time?"
Bob considered. "Eight-thirty okay?"
"Okay. I'll be there."
"What about Evan?" Bob asked.
"Fuck Evan! I tell him what to do -- he doesn't tell me. I do whatever I goddamned want to do!"
Bob rose. "I'll tell Herbert it's okay then."
"Will he be able to fix it so he can get away from that bitch of a wife of his?" Marion asked.
Bob was surprised at the bitter tone of voice Marion used, but he answered, smoothly. "I'm sure he will; Herbert's a pretty resourceful guy."
Bob returned to his table, and Evan rose immediately, rejoined his wife.
Herbert and Elaine left the restaurant at the same time as Bob and Debbie. The two women walked ahead, chatting, amiably.
"I looked in on you this afternoon," said Elaine, "but you were so sound asleep that I didn't like to wake you. Did you sleep all afternoon? I didn't see you around at all?"
Debbie flushed. "I was in bed all afternoon, Elaine," then an uncontrollable giggle bubbled from her throat.
Elaine gave her a strange glance but made no comment.
* * *
Behind the two women, Bob and Herbert were engaged in quiet conversation.
"Eight-thirty," said Bob, "she'll be there alright. Say," he added, wonderingly, "what's she got against your wife, I didn't know they even knew each other?"
Herbert shrugged. "Neither did I. Why, did she say something about Elaine?"
Bob decided to let it ride. "Oh, nothing much. Just an impression I got."
They parted at their respective cottages. Bob had, .surreptiously, given the spare front door key to Herbert before they parted.
Elaine and Herbert sat in front of the TV, watching a comedy show. Abruptly, Herbert rose from his chair, walked into the kitchenette. "Want a drink?" he called to his wife.
"No, thanks," she answered, "I had enough this afternoon at the Seaway Bar; I feel so damned sleepy, I think I'll go to bed early."
Herbert fixed himself a drink, took it back into the living-room. "I feel kind of restless," he murmured to his wife, glancing at his watch and noting that it was eight-twenty. "You do? Even after eighteen holes of golf?" Elaine sounded surprised.
Herbert sipped at his drink. "I think I'll take a good long walk along the beach; the sea air and exercise may make me feel better." He drained his glass, kissed his wife lightly. "If you're tired -- don't wait up for me -- I don't know how far I'll walk or just how long I'll be."
He walked to the front door, exited.
Elaine stared after him with a perplexed expression: usually, the only walking that Herbert did was on a golf course.
She yawned, switched off the TV. Maybe the sea air affected people differently: she knew that it made her sleepy -- the air and the liquor both!
She decided she'd take a tepid bath, then go straight to bed. She got up from her chair, went into the bathroom and started running the water.
* * *
Herbert glanced around him, cautiously, before he inserted the key in the lock of the Prescott's cottage. The secrecy which surrounded this clandestine meeting added to his excitement. His hand trembled as he opened the front door.
He set the lock so that the door could be opened from the outside without a key, then turned on a low wattage table lamp.
He decided to sample some of Bob's liquor while he was waiting, and he was fixing his drink in the kitchenette when he heard the front door open, close, then the click of the lock told him that Marion -- and it must be Marion -- had unset the latch so that door couldn't be opened without a key. They would be free of interruptions.
He went into the living-room and drank her in with his eyes, not speaking for a minute.
Marion was wearing a skin-tight mini, so short that it barely reached her crotch. It was white silk, and it didn't take any imagination to realize that Marion was naked beneath it.
"Hello," he said at last.
Marion gave him a dazzling smile, blinked her eyes, and he saw that her eyelids were colored green. "Hello, Herbert," she said very softly: "Would you like a drink?" he asked, thinking that this kind of situation was all new to him.
"Yes," she said. "Gin and Vodka and ice -- bring it to me in the bedroom.
"Sure," he said, "sure Marion!"
He stumbled into the kitchenette, feeling his legs weak with emotion, and his hand trembled with desire as he fixed Marion's drink the way she wanted it.
.. Red hair, he thought, green eyes, green eyelids, skin-tight white silk mini, so short that he'd glimpsed red pubic hair under the hem -- and that figure, that voluptuous body with the curves in all the right places!
He took the special drink into the bedroom.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed, and now he -was sure she was nude beneath the silk. The red thatch of pubic hair was clearly visible; her knees were parted slightly, and below the red hair, the pink lips of her cunt curled open.
"Unzip me, Herbert," she said, "The zipper's at the back and so damned hard for me to reach!"
"Sure," he said hoarsely.
He sat down beside her and she turned her back to him; he reached for the zipper with a trembling hand. He unzipped her all the way down, then she stood up and the flimsy piece of silk slid off her body onto the floor. He stared at her bottom, rounded, fleshy and whiter than the rest of her body, then she turned; her belly just inches from his face. He stared at it, glanced at the red foliage and the curled open cunt below before he looked up in awe at her breasts. They were bigger than Elaine's, and more pointed. So upthrust that he realized she didn't need to wear a brassiere; the nipples, unnaturally red, were stiff, and projected like tiny spears of desire or lust.
Marion looked down at him, smiling. She adored having someone admire her body, and admiration was written all over Herbert's face.
"Like it?" she asked him.
He nodded, wordlessly.
Marion stood with her feet astride; gradually she lowered her body until she was in a squatting position in front of Herbert's fascinated eyes.
The lower she went down, the wider her cunt curled open, then she leaned backward, supporting herself with her hands, causing her cunt to point at Herbert's face like a wet, pink invitation to sex.
He reached forward, tentatively drew a finger up through the sexual slot. It was as warm and wet as it looked; when he brushed his finger against her clitoris, Marion jerked. "You wanna screw it, Herbert? You wanna get your cock in my cunt and fuck?"
"Oh, yeah," he groaned.
"Then get undressed and let's go to bed -- I can't hold this goddamned position forever!"
Herbert stood up, started to undress while Marion straightened herself, then threw her voluptuous body onto the bed and panted: "That's harder to do than you'd think!"
"I can believe it," said Herbert, staring at the nude redhead as he slipped off his shorts.
He felt her eyes focussed on his crotch.
She pursed her lips. "Not thick, but long. You've got a long, slim cock, Herbert!" She seemed lost in thought for a moment. "It's a long time since I was fucked by a long slim one!"
"Not like Bob's," Herbert muttered, "that fucking big bull!"
Marion laughed. "Yes he is, isn't he? A big fucking bull! Oh, what a cock he's got -- and that scrawny little wife of his can't take it. It's a bloody shame!"
"Debbie's okay," said Herbert.
Marion's eyes widened. "Of course, you know, don't you? Bob told me you'd swapped!"
Herbert climbed onto the bed beside Marion; when his naked body touched her hot flesh, he felt a fierce glow of excitement and anticipation. Her skin seemed charged with electricity.
"How was she? I mean Debbie... did you get your cock in her cunt?" asked Marion.
"Sure."
"Is she as tight as Bob says... was it hard to get in?"
Herbert considered. "She's built like a sexy teenager: snug, tight, slick -- it wasn't easy to get through those warm and wet -- but oh, so tight lips, but when you do get inside, it's really something!"
Marion frowned. "D'you think she's more sexy then me?"
"You're both so different, it's impossible to compare you," said Herbert. "With you -- just looking at you gives me an erection -- look!" He pointed to his cock; it had extended while they'd been talking.
Marion looked pleased. "How about that!"
"Yeah," muttered Herbert, "how about doing something about it?"
He reached over, felt between Marion's thighs until he found the head of her clitoris. She flinched when he touched it, then jerked when he squeezed it between a finger and thumb.
"If you wanna fuck -- FUCK! But stop teasing me, Herb!" Marion grated.
Herbert rolled on top of her, and her fleshy thighs parted, eagerly, his cock slid into her ample cunt with ease, then the head of it hit the back of her cunt.
Marion made a pleased sound. "You're longer than I thought. You're okay, Herbert!"
The compliment made his cock swell, and he began to drive it in and out with smooth, long strokes.
He moved himself higher up Marion's body, and because of its length, his cock bent slightly, until it was touching Marion's stiff clitoris with every inward and outward drive.
"Uuuum," she mumbled, "that's different! Keep doing it like that, Herb, and you'll make me blast like crazy!"
She exercised her remarkable control; squeezing the walls of her cunt together, causing greater friction on Herbert's slim organ.
"That's nice," he panted, real nice!"
"Don't talk," she slurred, "just keep fucking! Faster now, Herb, FASTER!" Her voice rose on the last word and Herbert realized she was closer to her climax than he'd suspected. He increased the speed of his thrusts, the friction on Marion's clitoris became more intense and she tightened the grip of the walls of her cunt, lifted her pelvis, then lowered it as he flicked her faster and faster.
"NOWEEEHI" she squealed without warning.
Herbert felt the head of his cock swell as Marion's body became a writhing, jerking thing. The sex-juice squirted down his cock -- spurted out, hit the back of the orgasming cunt.
"Oooooh! You lovely long cock -- keep squirting!" Marion's hands had moved down onto Herbert's buttocks, now, she dug her fingernails into the sensitive flesh. The pain made Herbert groan, but strangely, increased the intensity of his orgasm.
He pushed his face down onto Marion's, searched for her mouth with his; found it, then he did something he'd never done in his life before. He bit at her lip until he drew blood, and he sucked it like a vampire.
It acted like an aphrodisiac, and he felt his orgasm continuing for an unnatural length of time.
"Oh, you bastard," Marion panted when he finally drew back. "You blood-sucking bastard! You made me bleed then sucked the blood outa me... but ..." she gave him a white smile, kissed him, then finished, "you made me orgasm three times. Herb! D'you realize it? I came three fucking times!"
"That's really something," he gasped breathlessly, "I just kept on coming and coming -- like continuously. I've never done that before!"
"That long, slim cock of yours -- and it's not as slim as I thought -- can really do its job! At least, it did its job on my my fucking cunt, I know that!"
"It was sucking your blood that excited me," said Herbert. "That's something new for me!"
Marion was thoughtful. "I've been bitten before -- but no one's ever sucked the blood out of me. Tell me, Herb, how did it taste?"
"Like nothing I ever tasted before," said Herbert, `but it seemed to make my cock stay hard and the juice kept spurting and I kept coming... "
"That's why you kept squirting for so long," said Marion, "I thought you were never gonna stop! I came, and then you kept on spurting off inside my pussy and I felt another orgasm coming on. I squealed, but I don't think you even heard me, you were so damned busy sucking at my lip and squirting in my cunt; then you kept on spurting and I had another orgasm-the third one was the most. I tell you, Herb, it was the fucking most!"
"You're the most," said Herbert, kissing her, gently this time, "you're the fucking, bloodiest most!"
Marion giggled. "You're the one who made me all so damned bloody!"
"Sorry about that," said Herbert, sounding strangely formal under the bizarre sexual circumstances.
Marion giggled. "You're kinda square, Herb, but I like you!" She giggled again. "I'm not sorry -- it was worth the pain to have three orgasms -- one right after the other!"
"Did it hurt?" he asked, anxiously.
"I didn't notice it at the time... I was so damned worked up... but it does now. It's gonna be all swelled up in the morning!"
Reluctantly, Herbert rolled off Marion, then off the bed. "I'll go see if Bob and Debbie have something to put on your lip in their bathroom cabinet!"
"Thanks, Herb," said Marion, "and when you come back, we'll... " she didn't finish, but her eyes indicated her meaning.
"Fuck?"
She nodded, quick, jerky little nods. "Me on top this time. You'll like it that way. I'm pretty damned good. Fucking good, I think!"
Herbert drew in his breath. "I can hardly wait!" He hurried out of the bedroom, and entered the Prescott's bathroom and began poking around in the cabinet.
At last, he found what he was looking for: it was a tube of salve for cuts, burns or abrasions. He hurried back to the bedroom with it.
Marion was lying on her back, legs parted, and one hand was between her thighs as she gently massaged her clitoris.
Herbert's eyes widened.
"Find anything?" she asked, not stopping her sexual manipulations.
"Yeah," he said, "this!" He showed her the tube. "That's more like it," she said.
She noticed him staring at her hand, and the finger that was diddling her clitoris. She giggled. "just keeping it warm for you, Herb!"
He sat on the edge of the bed, unscrewed the cap on the tube of salve. "D'you do that often?" he asked "I mean -- like play with yourself?"
"Why sure," she said, as though she was surprised at the question. "whenever I feel like it." She looked at Herbert's face. "Most girls... and women... do the same thing. Didn't you know that?"
"No," he admitted, squeezing some salve onto his fingertip. "I didn't know that!" He reached towards her lip with his finger and she opened her mouth. The bleeding had stopped, but he put salve on the spot he had bitten, anyway.
"That feels good," said Marion. "Cool, I mean."
Herbert smiled. "I'm glad of that. I felt bad about biting you!"
"You don't hafta feel bad. Like I said it was worth it to have three orgasms like I did!" She smiled at Herbert, her green eyes flashing. "Now come to bed -- I wanna get on top of you and fuck!"
He put the salve on the side table, climbed onto the bed, lay on his back and let the sexiest woman he had ever known climb on top of him; reach down to him, seize his cock and guide it into her cunt.
Then she began her movements; using her knees to give her leverage, she moved her sensuous body up and down his ever-lengthening cock.
"Like?" she panted, not stopping her sexual manoeuver.
"Yeah," he gasped, "like alright!"
He could feel the hard tip of her clitoris touching his cock each time she pressed her body down, and the friction of it made his excitement mount.
"You're making me come," he gasped suddenly.
Marion increased the speed of her movements, pressed down more strongly.
She began jerking just as his cock started spurting. Marion clamped her mouth on Herbert's, ignoring her cut lip, and kissed him, passionately, wildly, while they orgasmed together.
Like she had said, Marion was good at this. Damned, fucking good!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Elaine was sleeping soundly when Herbert returned to their cottage. It was close to midnight, and he wondered how long Elaine had been in bed.
He was so relaxed, so satiated, that he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
In the morning, Elaine asked her husband if he'd enjoyed his walk. "I was so damn tired that I took a bath, then went to bed right after you went out. Were you back late?"
"No," he lied, "but you were sound asleep when I returned. I was careful not to wake you.
* * *
Evan was sitting in front of the TV, staring at it with a moody expression on his handsome face when Marion returned to their cottage.
"Where the hell have you been all this timer he asked, scowling. "And that bloody mini... it's so short that I can see the red hairs round your cunt! Where could you go in a dress like that?"
"None of your damned business," Marion snapped, walking past him as though he didn't exist. "I wear what I please, go where I want whenever I want. That's all -- " she turned at the bedroom door. "That's fucking all... and don't ever forget it!"
She went into the bedroom, strained to reach the zipper at the back of her dress, then called: "Evan, come here!"
He got up with a sigh, went into the bedroom. "Unzip me," his wife told him, "I can't reach the damned zipper!"
He slid down the zipper, and Marion let her mini slide off her body. She turned and Evan noticed her lower lip for the first time.
"Your lip's been bleeding! What happened?" he asked.
"I walked into a fucking door," Marion snapped, getting into bed, pulling up the sheet and turning her back to her husband.
"You been drinking?" asked Evan.
"Maybe," Marion's voice was muffled.
Evan hesitated, then asked: "You want me to come to bed with you?"
"I don't give a damn what you do," Marion muttered. "You can come to bed, watch TV, do whatever you fucking please -- I'm going to sleep!"
He went back to the TV, feeling moodier than ever. Marion had been with some man, he supposed! His expression became bitter. What kind of a marriage was this? He knew the answer; he'd married her because he wanted someone to support him!
But what about Marion? She seemed to have nothing but contempt for him! How long could they go on this way?
He switched off the TV with a glum expression on his face, went into the bedroom, undressed, then got into bed beside the naked, sleeping figure of his wife. He switched off the bedlight, but the thoughts swirling around his mind kept him awake for a long, long time.
* * *
"Well," said Herbert, "where are we going to hold the party?"
He had just completed a round of golf with Bob and Evan; now, they were sitting at the clubhouse bar sipping long, cool drinks.
"What party?" asked Evan.
"It's Debbie's birthday tomorrow," Herbert explained, "and we're planning a surprise party for her."
"Is that so?" said Evan with interest, "I didn't know that!"
"I think our cottage would be best," said Herbert. "You can bring her over, quite casually, and then we can really surprise her."
"Am I invited?" asked Evan. "I mean," he corrected himself, "Marion and me?"
"Why sure," said Bob, "Marion knows all about the party. It seems it was Elaine's idea, and she discussed it with your wife."
Evan frowned. He felt confused: the way that Marion talked about Elaine didn't make them sound like intimate friends!
"I'd like to come very much," said Evan quietly. "I must buy something for Debbie-what does she like, Bob?"
"Oh, you don't have to buy her anything," said Bob, dismissing the question very casually. "Just bring over a bottle of liquor," he grinned. "We can always use an extra bottle -- though I've got a pretty good stock and I know that Herbert has, too!"
Evan toyed with his glass. "We'll bring a bottle alright -- as many as you like-but I'd like to give something to Debbie for her... herself... some-thing more... more personal!"
Bob stared at Evan. Herbert was sitting between them and Bob had to lean over the bar to see the expression on Evan's face.
"More personal," Bob said very quietly. "Well now, you think a lot of Debbie, don't you, Evan?"
"I think she's a wonderful person," said Evan, quietly. "And I think you're a very lucky guy, Bob!"
Herbert moved, uncomfortably; he felt the conversation was getting too personal. He didn't want to see any friction between his two companions. Swapping was okay as long as both parties kept their cool -- but if someone started getting jealous or emotional, well then...
"To get back to the party," Herbert said. "Well have it at our place, and there'll be a cake, champagne and canap�s -- as well as the usual liquor, of course... "
"She's gonna get a birthday spanking, too -- from all of us," said Bob.
"Whose idea was that?" asked Evan.
Bob glanced across at him. "Your wife's... as a matter of fact."
Evan nodded. "That's what I thought!"
"It won't be anything hard," said Bob, "just a few light slaps from each of us... on her bare little bottom!" He stared at his glass, then added, almost inaudibly: "Anyway, she likes being spanked -- gets a big kick out of it!"
Herbert already knew that, but Evan looked startled.
"She likes it?" he said, incredulously.
Bob grinned. There were lots of things he knew about his wife that Evan didn't even suspect. "She just loves it. When her cute little ass is a nice rosy red, tingling and warm; she gets a real glow all over!"
Evan stared at his glass. "I never thought... " he began, then stopped; drained his glass instead of finishing whatever he was going to say.
Again, Herbert steered the conversation back to the party. "And after we've had the champagne -- and the spanking -- what're going to do?" he asked.
"How about a swapping party?" said Bob.
Herbert started. He hadn't thought of that. "With three couples?"
Bob shrugged. "Why not it'll be even more fun that way!"
Herbert thought about it. Thought of sexy Marion and snug, slick, tight-cunted little Debbie! Bob was right, it could be fun alright!
Bob leaned across the bar. "You object, Evan?"
Evan laughed. "Hell no, I think it's a great ideal"
"How would we decide who goes with who?" asked Herbert, practically.
"Put our wives' names on slips of paper; drop the slips in a hat and let the men pull them out!"
"What if you draw your own wife?" asked Evan.
Bob shrugged. "Just put the slip back in and have another pick. No problem there."
"How will we decide who draws first?" asked Herbert thoughtfully.
"Roll dice -- high man picks first -- low man last!" Bob explained.
"Then what?" asked Evan.
"The man goes with the woman to her cottage -- and they stay for as long as we mutually decide!" Bob said.
Herbert looked at Bob, curiously. "You seem to know the routine pretty damned well, Bob. Have you and Debbie been to swapping parties before?"
"With Debbie!" Bob grinned. "Hell no -- but before I was married, some of the guys on the team would throw parties and we'd all bring girls. It wasn't exactly wife swapping because none of us were married -- but it was damn good fun just the same!" He laughed at the memory.
"I can believe it," said Herbert, smiling.
Evan was deep in thought. Maybe he'd draw Debbie! the thought made his heart beat faster, then he considered the other possiblilty: Elaine Henderson -- Herbert's wife! He hadn't paid too much attention to her, but she seemed a nice, quiet person. Not loud-mouthed and tyrannical like Marion!
He'd listened carefully to Bob's explanation, and the part that had pleased him most had been when Bob said. If you draw your own wife, you put the slip back in the hat and have another pick!
He wouldn't be stuck with his fucking wife, Marion!
Exuberantly, he ordered another round of drinks, grinning like an idiot as he said, "I think the whole thing's gonna be a hell of a lot of fun, Bob!"
"Glad you approve," said Bob, sounding slightly sarcastic.
"What time will you bring Debbie over?" asked Herbert.
"How about eight-thirty?" Bob answered.
The words rang a bell in Herbert's mind. Eight-thirty! A gin and vodka highball: A red-headed woman with green eyes, green eyelids and a mini that clung to her body as though it was glued to her! The fringe of red pubic hair that showed below the hem of the flimsy silk -- and the way she sat down, showing the curled open lips of her cunt...
With an effort, Herbert dragged his mind off Marion Blaine. He moved, uncomfortably, on the bar-stool. The memory of the sexual session had given him an erection. His cock felt as hard as iron.
He tried to concentrate on what Bob was saying.
"I'll bring a couple of bottles of liquor to your place in the afternoon, Herbert!"
"I'll do the same," said Evan, "we've got quite a stock of vodka and gin -- I'll bring one of each."
"Then I'll bring Scotch and rye," said Bob.
Herbert cut in. "You don't have to do that -- either of you -- we've got a pretty good stock on hand already."
"We'll bring them just the same," said Bob, glancing at Evan, who nodded in agreement. "No reason why you should provide everything, Herbert!"
"I'll supply the champagne, anyway," said Herbert. "I've already got a case of the stuff!"
Bob made a chuckling sound. "And our wives will supply the fun and games!"
"You better believe it," said Evan below his breath.
* * *
"There's no reason why we can't play our usual round of golf," said Herbert to his wife the next day. "Bob's brought over his two bottles already and so has Evan!"
"But I'll have to get the birthday cake, candles and canapes all by myself!" Elaine protested.
"Get Marion to help you!"
Elaine made a face. "That red-headed bitch!"
Herbert looked at his wife, curiously. "Why don't you like her?"
Elaine shrugged, helplessly. "I just don't! There's something about her that bugs me. Maybe she's too brassy; too loud-mouthed -- I tell you, I don't know why -- but I can't stand her!"
Herbert sighed. "Well, try to get along with her just for tonight!"
"I'll try, dear," said Elaine, giving her husband a kiss as he prepared to depart for the Club.
* * *
"Well," said Herbert when he returned to the cottage at five-thirty, "you've certainly done a good job -- those canapes must have cost plenty; they look delicious!"
He admired the elaborate birthday cake, complete with the right number of candles, and the tray of fancy canapes beside it.
"I didn't buy the canapes," said Elaine in a very small voice. "Marion Blaine brought them over this afternoon! She brought candles for the cake, too. All I had to do was order the cake by phone: they delivered it about an hour ago. I've done nothing, really!"
Herbert smiled at her, kissed her, "I think you've done plenty!" He looked thoughtful. "So Marion brought over the canapes and the candles -- maybe she's not so bad after all!"
"She was nice this afternoon," said Elaine. "She stayed for half-an-hour just chatting. She seemed kind of excited about the party tonight." She shrugged. "I don't know why -- it'll just be a simple affair, anyway. What're we going to do after we've had a drink and eaten some cake and canapes?"
Herbert sank down in an armchair. "Well," he said slowly, "first we're all going to give Debbie a birthday spanking -- on her bare little bottom!"
Herbert shook his head. "Not so, honey. Bob tells me that she loves to be spanked -- gets a big kick out of it, some kind of sexual thrill, I guess!"
Elaine gasped: "I'd never have thought it!"
"After that," Herbert went on, "we write three names on three slips of paper: Debbie, Marion and Elaine, and we put the slips in a hat; then Bob, Evan and I each draw out a slip -- and we read the name on it, then we take her to her cottage and... "
"Fuck!" hissed Elaine, "You men are planning some kind of triple swap, right?"
"I suppose you could call it that," Herbert murmured.
Elaine let out her breath. "I -- I don't know if I like the idea. I mean, just swapping with Debbie and Bob was one thing -- like simple and straightforward, but with three couples... well, I don't know!"
"Aw, honey, don't take it that way! You've already been with Bob... I don't remember you objecting... and you couldn't find a nicer, quieter guy than Evan."
Elaine was thoughtful. "He's handsome, too," she murmured.
Elaine went behind Herbert's chair, put her arms round her husband. "I don't care how handsome he is -- I wouldn't change you for anyone, dear!" she kissed the top of his head.
Herbert reached up, squeezed her hand. "You're a real honey!"
"I'll go along with the swap, dear. I don't want to spoil anyone's fun." Suddenly, Elaine drew back; and the words hissed from her mouth. "I suppose you want to get into that sexy red-head!"
Herbert sighed. How fast women could change their mood!
"I don't care, dear. Debbie or Marion -- it's only a game!"
"Oh, sure. A fucking good game, too!" said Elaine, sarcastically.
"Now look," Herbert was getting mildly angry. "I didn't complain about you and that big bull, Bob. God knows how many times he's fucked you -- but I've never complained because it was a genuine swap, that's all!"
Elaine flushed; remembering how she'd invited Bob into the cottage in the afternoon -- and fucked and fucked; getting a series of thrills out of the feel of his huge cock poking into her cunt. That hadn't been a genuine swap! She'd been cheating on Herbert.
Her mood changed again. She went back to the chair, sat down on Herbert's lap and kissed him, then: "I'm sorry, dear. I've no reason to complain. Maybe I'm just afraid that you'll find someone who's better than me!"
He kissed her back. "Stop worrying. No one's better than you!"
She whispered into his ear. "Like to go into the bedroom and we can have a little rest before going to dinner?"
He looked at her face; her eyes were glittering.
"Rest or fuck?" he asked.
Elaine squirmed herself. "Both," she hissed.
"Yeah," he said, "I'd like that," and he was surprised to find that his own wife was causing him to have an erection.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The Blames, Marion and Evan, arrived at the Henderson's cottage at eight-fifteen.
Marion was wearing white silk again, Herbert noticed, but this dress, though mini, was slightly longer than the one she had worn for their clandestine date. He saw, too; when she seated herself on the settee, that she was wearing white, silk bikini briefs. He glanced at her breasts, noted that she obviously was not wearing a bra; the white dress was cut so low at the neck that when she leaned forward, her red nipples were visible.
Evan was wearing a white dinner jacket with mid-night blue pants, and looked more handsome than ever.
"What would you like to drink?" asked Elaine, feeling dowdy in her light blue gown -- though it had cost over two hundred dollars in New York -- when she looked at Marion's sexy outfit.
"Gin and vodka with ice for me, Elaine," said Marion, "and Evan likes Scotch on the rocks."
"I'll fix them," said Herbert, going into the kitchenette. She didn't even let the poor guy talk for himself, he thought, as he mixed the drinks.
He fixed a straight gin for Elaine and a Scotch for himself, took then into the living-room.
The cake, with its candles, and the canapes were on a small table at the back of the room. They scarcely had time to finish their drinks when there was a tap at the door, and Elaine ushered in Bob and Debbie.
In disharmony, they sang: "Happy Birthday to you" while Debbie stood blushing in the center of the small group.
She was wearing a short pink dress, which made her look younger than ever.
She's just a sweet little girl, Herbert thought, staring at her, she looks too young to be married!
They all kissed her in turn, wished her a happy birthday; Evan was the last one. His kiss was longer, and Debbie responded as though it was serious -- not just a formality.
Evan groped in his pocket, brought out a small gift-wrapped package. "This is for you," he said, quietly.
The rest of the party watched, curiously, as she opened it. "Oh, Evan!" Debbie gasped when she saw the small phial of the most expensive Parisian perfume.
Impulsively, she wrapped her arms round his neck, kissed him again. Herbert glanced at Bob: his expression was tense, and his hands were clenched tightly together.
"Now, we'll toast Debbie with champagne!" said Herbert, breaking the tension of the unexpected situation. He hurried into the kitchenette, returned with a bucket of ice -- and a magnum of champagne embedded in it.
After several glasses of the sparkling white wine, everyone seemed to relax. Conversation became general; the usual small-talk which was standard procedure for parties like this.
"Would you like some more Champagne?" Herbert asked Debbie. "Or something else, like gin, Scotch, Vodka, rye -- highball, cocktail -- you name it, we've got it!" he smiled at the young girl.
"Gin and lime? You can fix me that, Herbert, please?" Debbie answered, sounding like a little girl.
"Sure," he answered.
The bottles of liquor and bucket of ice were on a round table in the center of the living room, and everyone was helping themselves to whatever drink they fancied. Bob, Herbert noticed, was getting himself pretty high.
Debbie was sipping her gin and lime when Bob held up his hands, shouted: "Quiet everyone! It's time for Debbie to get the traditional birthday spanking!"
The rest of the group listened in silence, but Debbie gave a gasp of surprise. Herbert glanced at Evan: his face had turned white.
"Go into the bedroom, Debbie-baby," said Bob. "Take off your cute little pink briefs and lie facedown on the bed -- we're all going to give your sweet little bottom a couple of juicy spanks!"
Debbie hesitated; then walked slowly into the bedroom.
"Who's gonna go first?" asked Bob.
"I'll go first," said Marion, before anyone else could answer, but Elaine stopped her. "No! I'm the hostess -- it's my privilege to be first!" she walked, resolutely, into the bedroom.
Herbert listened to Elaine with raised eyebrows: it wasn't like her to assert herself like that!
They all walked to the bedroom door to watch the procedure.
Debbie was lying on her face; her pink dress pulled up at the back, displaying her cutely rounded bottom. The white arcs seemed to project upward as though waiting for the inevitable spanks.
A pair of tiny pink briefs were on the floor at the side of the bed.
Elaine stood at the side of the bed, brought her hand down lightly, once, then again. As she turned to go, Debbie murmured, her voice muffled by the pillow: "I hardly felt that!"
"Now me," said Marion.
She walked in with determination written on her face; Herbert noticed how her eyes glittered, and when she positioned herself beside the little girl with the bare bottom, her tongue flicked out and she licked her lips as though she was restraining her excited anticipation.
She raised her hand, brought it down, fast and hard. The sound of the slap as her hand hit the sensitive young flesh rang through the room.
Debbie squealed: "Eeeh! I felt that!"
Marion raised her hand again; it came down so hard that Debbie's small body bounced on the bed and the tender flesh on her buttocks turned pink as she squealed again.
Marion walked away from the bed; she was breathing hard, panting almost -- making Herbert think that she looked like she did after she'd orgasmed. Instinctively, he glanced down: there was a small damp spot at the crotch of Marion's white silk dress. My God, Herbert thought, she got a thrill out of it!
Evan was next. His slaps were more like love-pats than spanks.
"I know who that is," murmured Debbie; she turned her head, smiled. "Evan! I knew it was you!"
Herbert was next; he gave Debbie two perfunctory spanks-not too hard, not too light. She took them without a whimper.
Bob was the last one, and his spanks were by far the heaviest. Herbert felt like intervening after he saw the red mark appear on Debbie's already pink bottom after Bob's first spank, but he restrained himself; realizing that Debbie was Bob's wife, and he had no right to interfere.
Debbie squealed loudly, and squirmed her small body on the bed. Bob slashed down again, the sound of his hand hitting the abused flesh echoed through the bedroom and blended with the scream that spurted from Debbie's lips.
Evan's face was white; and he stared at Bob with something close to hatred on his face.
"Now all together," said Bob, and they started singing "Happy Birthday to you" all over again.
Debbie turned over, slowly. Stared at the group in the doorway. There were tears running down her cheeks, but she smiled at them.
As they finished with: "Happy birthday, dear Debbie -- " She smiled more widely, reached down for her briefs, lifting her dress at the front as she dragged her briefs on, giving the whole group a glimpse of blonde pubic hair above her tiny cunt.
"Thank you," she said as they ended their ragged singing, "thank you all!" She rubbed her small bottom. "I feel so sore," she said, plaintively.
"But you feel the glow of it, don't you, baby?" said Bob, his voice all tightened up.
Debbie took a tissue from the bedside table, dabbed at her cheeks, before answering: "I guess so!"
They all returned to the living-room; Evan sat beside Debbie on the settee and they talked, quietly, confidentally to each other.
Bob stood in the center of the room, as though he the Master of Ceremonies, and announced: "And now, we're going to play SWAP. I'll explain the rules of the game... " He went on talking, saying the same things he'd said to Evan and Herbert at the club the previous day. "We'll all be back here in forty-five minutes. Okay, everybody?"
Marion nodded, vigorously; Debbie giggled while Elaine looked slightly embarrassed.
While Bob had been talking, Herbert had scribbled the names of the three women on separate slips of paper and dropped them, folded neatly, into a cardboard box.
Bob produced two dice from his pocket. "We'll roll to see who has first pick."
Herbert felt slightly irritated: Bob was running the whole show, while he, as host, should have had that duty.
Herbert rolled first: a three and a four.
"Seven", said Bob, taking the dice, then throwing them down. He had a six and a four. "That's good," he said. "Ten."
He handed the dice to Evan. "Try and beat that, Evan!"
Evan rolled a two and a three.
"I'm high, you're low," said Bob, unneccessarily.
Bob reached in the box, took out a folded slip, read the name out loud: "Elaine!"
He grinned, widely, walked across to Herbert's wife, embraced her. "Oh, you lovely doll! How lucky can a guy get?"
Herbert glanced at Marion: she was scowling.
He picked out a slip. It wasn't necessary now because Evan couldn't go with his own wife, so that meant Herbert had Marion. As it happened, it was her name that was on the slip he'd selected. He smiled at her and she stopped scowling, gave him a warm smile in return.
Evan embraced Debbie. "It's us, honey," he whispered. "Just what I hoped for!"
"Oh, Evan!" Debbie's eyes were sparkling. "Let's go", she said urgently.
They were at the front door, when Bob called after them. "Remember -- forty-five minutes is all!"
Outside the cottage, they ran, holding hands like two young kids, to Debbie's cottage.
* * *
Marion looked up at Herbert. "Okay, Slim, let's go!"
They walked to the front door. "Why'd you call me Slim?" asked Herbert.
They exited. Marion giggled. "Slim cock!" she giggled again, sounding very young. "But long, oh, so long -- I'm looking forward to this!"
"I thought you wanted Bob," said Herbert as they walked towards Marion's cottage.
Marion frowned. "Bob's big alright, but you're nicer, kinder. You're a better person."
"You surprise me," said Herbert, "all I thought you wanted was a damned good fuck!"
She turned hot eyes on him. "I want that, too, and you're bloody well gonna give me a fucking good fuck!"
Herbert grinned as she opened the door of her cottage and they went inside.
"I'm damned glad I got you," said Bob.
Elaine gave him an enigmatic smile as they entered the bedroom. "I had a feeling you'd have liked that red-head!"
Absently, Bob reached for the zipper on Elaine's dress, slid it down. "I got a funny feeling that I'm going to see a lot of Marion. With you, it's different. You and Herbert are nice people; I like both of you, and I know you're a happy couple -- which Debbie and I are not and Marion and Evan are not -- that's why I want to have you as often as I can while I can because I may never get the chance again!"
He was undressing while he was talking; now, he slid off his underpants, let his huge cock, already in a state of erection, burst out.
Elaine had removed her brassiere, and Bob stared at her breasts as though he'd never seen them before, then he watched as she slipped off her panties.
"You've got nice breasts, Elaine, with very suck-able nipples... and I'm gonna suck them tonight... and you got a nice wet cunt: not too big, not too small... just fucking right... " he grinned. He slapped her bare bottom, playfully. "And am I ever gonna fuck it tonight!"
Elaine smiled at him; then, lithely, threw herself onto the bed. "Stop talking so damned much -- start doing instead of yakking!" She parted her legs, reached between her thighs, pried open the lips of her cunt with her fingers. "Would-would you like to -- to suck it?" she asked, hesitantly. "I mean first -- before you put your cock in me?"
"I'll do anything you want, Elaine honey," said Bob, his voice husky.
He went to the foot of the bed, then crawled up between Elaine's legs until he could reach her cunt with his mouth and tongue.
He started thrusting his tongue in and out of her cunt, smoothly, expertly, until Elaine began to writhe her body very slowly.. After a few minutes, she said, breathlessly, now my... my clit... lick my clit, Bob dear, and bite it, gently... so very gently!"
She lay back, closed her eyes as Bob's mouth moved higher through her sexual slot, found the stiff little spire and wrapped his lips around it, titillated it with his tongue.
Elaine made a small sound of appreciation.
He gripped her clitoris with his teeth, continued to tickle it with his tongue and felt it moving as Elaine's excitement escalated.
"Oh, Bob," Elaine moaned, "the way you do that is so wonderful. Uuuum, keep on like that -- just like that, uuum!"
Small shivers ran up and down Elaine's body as Bob continued to work on her clitoris.
Suddenly, Elaine's whole body jerked. "Bob!" she squealed, "I'm coming -- bite me, Bob, bite me hard!"
He felt her clitoris bobbing between his teeth and bit at it, hard enough to hold it in place.
Elaine's whole body was shaking now. "I... I'm orgasming!" she panted, "all over me... I... I can't stop coming, Bob, I feel like wild -- real crazy all over me -- eeeh, Bob, you'll hafta stop -- I can't stand it -- it's like dying!"
He kept his grip on her clitoris and gradually her sexual shivers died down. He heard the air panting from her lips, then she moaned. "Oooh, Bob! The things you do to me -- the way you make me feel!" She glanced down at the bed.
Bob had raised himself; now, he was standing at the foot of the bed looking at Elaine's face. His sensual manipulation of Elaine's sexual organ had made his cock swell into a huge erection; now, the massive shaft pointed at Elaine like a miniature cannon.
Without saying a word, he climbed onto the bed, rolled his heavy body on top of Elaine.
"It looks bigger than ever," Elaine whispered. "D'you think I can take it -- your cock, I mean; d'you think you can get it in my cunt?"
"I'm sure as hell gonna try," Bob muttered.
He reached down seized his throbbing organ, guided it to Elaine's wet pussy; it was relaxed and open after her orgasm, and Bob managed to insert his cock in the neck of it.
"You're stretching me!" Elaine gasped.
"I -- I've gotten it into you before," Bob panted, trying to push his cock upward, "So I can damn well do it again!"
He thrust forward with all his strength, and Elaine squealed as the cock went deep into her cunt.
"Now, it's in," said Bob with satisfaction. "Now you can relax, baby!"
Elaine closed her eyes; squirmed and writhed as she savored the pain and the pleasure.
The huge mass of sexual muscle completely filled her cunt; it touched the walls in all places, and the bulbous head of it, pressed against the back of her pussy.
Bob pressed his mouth on Elaine's, kissed her, engulfed her with his lips and his mouth, thrust his tongue into her mouth and when she responded he started to move his massive cock.
Slowly, he drove it in and out of the sexual cavern; still keeping his mouth on Elaine's, and feeling her lips quiver with excitement. Now that the initial pain of entry had died down, she experienced the beginning throbs of coming ecstasy.
Bob's movements became faster as he increased the tempo, and Elaine began, rhythmically, raising and lowering her pelvis to meet each incoming thrust.
Saliva trickled out of the corners of her mouth, and she thrust her tongue in and out of Bob's mouth in tune with the speed of the thrusts of his cock.
Despite his steady movements, Bob exercised restraint; holding back his orgasm until he felt Elaine was near her climax; then, he lifted his mouth off Elaine's, asked, huskily: "You gonna come, baby?"
"Y-yes," Elaine gasped. "It's just beginning: go on like you are doing -- keep fucking -- uuum, Bob -- keep it in me, push it up high and hard. Eeeeh! Like that oooh, like that!"
He felt the end of his cock swell, and knew he was going to orgasm; his balls ached with tension, then the scalding juice flowed down his shaft, bringing relief, pleasure and ecstasy.
The hot fluid hit Elaine like a high-powered jet; her body jerked up the bed, and the movement coincided with the first fierce throb of her orgasm.
Bob spurted again, and Elaine's orgasm increased in intensity. She screamed very softly, wriggled herself like crazy, making Bob's cock writhe and twist in her cunt. "Don't pull out," she panted, "keep in me -- even after you've stopped coming!"
Elaine orgasmed again; the second one blending with the first, making it a continuous sexual thrill.
Bob's cock was still stiff, even though it had expended its load of thick, creamy juice, and Elaine squirmed herself on it, trying to make herself come again and again.
Suddenly, Bob pulled his cock out of her cunt; Elaine voiced a protest which stopped when Bob seized her breasts, pulled them inward until the nipples were close together, then took both of them in his mouth and nibbled at them!
'You're pulling my skin so hard that it hurts," Elaine moaned. "But I don't care -- I like what you're doing -- " She shook her whole body, then mouthed her request: "Diddle my slit while you bite my breasts, Bob -- please Bob!"
He reached down; found the stiff spire that he'd sucked, and teased it with the tip of his finger.
Elaine sighed with pleasure. "Oh that! My breasts and my pussy both!"
She started lifting her pelvis, then pushing her buttocks into the bed, making Bob's finger follow her movements.
Gently, she rotated her breasts, and Bob's lips followed each sensuous movement.
"Bob!" she gasped without warning, "I'm coming again, Bob!" She writhed wriggled, and panted. "Put your cock in me again, Bob, come with me -- I want us to come together!"
He relinquished his grip on her nipples, rolled on top of her again, inserted his still aroused cock. It went in easily this time, gliding into the lubricated cunt with a smooth steady thrust. He felt the walls of Elaine's cunt expanding then contracting, and he came again. Orgasmed and orgasmed until his balls began to ache -- while Elaine squirmed and squealed, then writhed and moaned in a paroxysm of sexual ecstasy.
Finally, Bob rolled off his sensual sexual partner, and they lay on their backs, dragging in great gulps of air, while their hearts beat too fast and every pulse in their bodies reacted with throbbing intensity.
* * *
Herbert watched as Marion slipped off her white dress, then slid down her tiny bikini briefs. He feasted his eyes on the thick thatch of red pubic hair with the pink lips nestling below, then admired her voluptuous breasts.
"Still like what you seer she asked, basking in the glow of his so-obvious admiration.
"You know it," Herbert muttered, starting to remove his clothes. He didn't feel so excited this time. When he'd met Marion by arrangement at the Prescott's cottage, it had been a thrilling experience because it was a secret thing; a clandestine meeting that had to be handled with stealthy care... but tonight, it was a game. They all knew he was going to make love with Marion, fuck her or suck her or have her fuck him -- there wasn't anything secret anymore.
Marion threw herself onto the bed.
"Come on, Slim," she needled, "get into me!" She giggled at Herbert's expression, then added: "Stick your long cock into my hungry cunt!"
He crawled onto the bed. "Your big hungry cunt!" he said.
"It's not so god damned big!" Marion snapped.
She lifted her legs in the air. "Look at it -- it's tight as a glove!"
Herbert leaned down, looked up at her cunt. "Yeah! In that position it is." Below her cunt, he could see the cheeks of her bottom, and nestling between them the tiny red star of her anus.
Well, her asshole looks tight enough, Herbert thought. And then he got a wicked idea!
"Let's try a new position this time," he said.
"That's okay with me", said the sexy woman with her legs still in the air.
Herbert took a foot in either hand. "Bend your knees," he instructed.
Marion did as she was told, and Herbert pushed her knees back until they were pressing against her belly.
Herbert crouched in front of her, holding her feet, keeping her knees bent, pressed back against her belly. The position caused her cunt to slew open, caused, too, her red asshole to come into view.
"Keep your knees like that," said Herbert.
He relinquished his grip on one foot, used his free hand to tickle her clitoris, then pushed a finger up her cunt. It was warm and very wet inside; when he withdrew his finger, he moved it down, and -- as if by accident -- touched the sensitive hole in her ass.
"Like me to stick my finger up your ass while I fuck your Herbert asked.
Marion hesitated. "I-I don't know! I never let anyone do things to me there!"
Herbert fondled it very gently, spreading some of the moistness from her cunt on the small hole. Tentatively, he pushed the tip of his finger inside. The wet walls gripped it tightly.
He felt his cock stiffen. Jeezus! He'd like to fuck in there.
"D-don't!" said Marion, half-heartedly.
He withdrew his finger, then pushed it inside again. Marion's whole body tensed. "I said don't!" she mumbled, but her words lacked conviction.
"Relax," he said, "this'll make the fuck more satisfying -- I know."
The cheeks of her bottom parted slightly, and Herbert felt his finger move smoothly inside her asshole. It was wet inside, and warm, and sensually tight!
"Ready?" asked Herbert.
He moved himself on top of Marion, poised in fucking position. His weight made her knees press down harder, and her buttocks raised, cheeks parted.
Herbert reached under himself; his cock was hard as iron, long and slim and stiff. He took it in his hand, steered it to Marion's cunt, touched the opening, lightly, with the end of the long shaft then, before Marion realized what he was doing, he moved his cock lower, found the wet hole of her anus and forced his cock inside.
Marion screamed with rage and pain.
"You bastard! You stuck your cock up my ass!"
She tried to wriggle away, but Herbert held her in place, kept his cock deep in her asshole, felt the walls hugging it with a terrific tightness.
He grinned. "Slim's found himself a niche!" he needled her.
Slowly, he pulled his cock down through the cozy hole; felt his cock being titillated by the taut walls that hugged it.
Marion had stopped trying to get away from the shaft that impinged her, but lay very still; not helping but not hindering Herbert as he slowly fucked her ass.
He groaned with the thrills that rocked his cock to his balls as he dragged his cock down the snug passage, then pushed it up again.
It was like nothing he'd experienced before! He had never thought getting his cock inside a tight asshole should be so satisfying, so exciting, so thrilling- He drove in and out with slow, smooth thrusts; holding Marion's legs at the back of her knees to keep her in position.
She was lying back with a tensed, strained expression on her face; her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open, as she breathed heavily, jerkily.
Herbert continued to fuck. The gripping walls of the narrow canal pulled at the skin of the sides of his cock, thrilling him intensely, bringing him to the brink of an orgasm -- but each time he felt himself about to come, he stopped his movement, then when the impending orgasm faded, he started to fuck again. He wanted to prolong the delicious sensation as long as he could.
But finally, he could restrain himself no longer.
"Marion," he panted, "I'm gonna come!"
"Then come, you bastard," she muttered, "then give me a proper fuck -- up my cunt, I mean!"
Herbert paid no attention to her words; he was too intent upon driving his shaft, thicker now, and harder, up and down her ass.
The juice rushed down his cock, spurted from the lips in the swollen head; squirted up Marian's anal canal and into the core of her body. Herbert groaned with the ecstasy; the thrilling intensity of his orgasm.
Marion tried to wriggle away ..: but only succeeded in increasing Herbert's excitement as the walls of her ass squirmed each time she wriggled her body.
When the final dregs of juice had trickled from Herbert's cock, he lay on top of her limply.
She straightened her legs with a sigh, and his flaccid cock slid out of her ass hole.
He rolled off her body, lay on his back, panting for air.
"I think," he muttered, "that was the most deli-dons fuck I've ever had!"
"It didn't do anything for me," said Marion, bitterly, "except hurt me... why you might've torn me right open!"
"Not Slim," said Herbert, smiling.
Marion didn't think it was funny.
"Well! Are you gonna fuck my cunt or aren't your Marion demanded to know.
Herbert felt satiated. He'd been with Elaine when he came back from the Club -- and now, he'd had this terrific fuck up Marion's tight, sucking ass! He felt drained of emotion and desire.
"I can't, Marion. Fucking your ass took too much out of me -- I can't do anything else tonight!"
Marion sat up. "You bastard!" she screamed. "You come in here, sneak your lousy cock into my ass, fuck it, then want to leave me when I want to be fucked, need to be fucked, you rotten bastard!"
Herbert rolled off the bed. Marion looked mad enough to kill him -- or, at least, rake her long finger-nails over his face and naked body.
"Anyway," he said, dragging on his clothes as fast as he could, "it's time to get back to the party.
"Fuck the party!" Marion screamed. "I'm not going back to the stupid fucking party!" Suddenly tears of self-pity trickled down her cheeks. "I -- I want to be screwed -- and all you do is hurt me!"
Herbert stared at her in consternation; then he had an inspiration. "How'd you like me to send Bob over to see you?"
Marion stopping crying. "You think he'd come?"
"I'm sure of it." said Herbert. He kissed a tear-streaked cheek, murmured his goodbye, then made a fast exit.
Herbert opened the front door of his cottage very carefully, very quietly, entered. The living-room was empty but the bedroom door was shut, and a sliver of light showed under the door. So Elaine and Bob were still in there, Herbert figured.
Feeling like a Peeping Tom, he went to the bedroom door, listened. All he could hear was the hum of voices but he couldn't make out the words.
He went to the table in the center of the room, fixed himself a drink, then took it into the kitchenette to get some fresh ice. He sipped it, thoughtfully; the torrid session with Marion still in his mind. It had been the most erotic experience he ever remembered having... but had she ever been mad! She was too tough, too hard-boiled for him -- even though he found her so sexually attractive, enticing.
Poor Evan! What Marion needed was someone more like -- like who? Then he thought of Bob! Bob could be just as hard as Marion.
* * *
In the bedroom, Elaine glanced at the bedside clock. "Our time's up," she said. "The others will be coming back!"
"I wish I could stay with you all night," said Bob, getting off the bed reluctantly, and starting to dress.
Elaine slithered off the bed, too; dragged on her panties.
"You know that's not possible," she said.
"I know it," said Bob, "but I can wish, can't I?"
He dragged on his pants. "Herbert's a lucky guy!"
"Why d'you say that?"
"Having a wife like you. You're both lucky. He's a swell guy and you're a wonderful person... and you love each other, I can see that. It doesn't matter what you do with me... or what Herbert does with some other woman... you still love each other, right?"
Elaine struggled into her dress. "Zip me up, please, Bob!" She turned her back to him and he did as she asked, then Elaine answered his question. "I guess you're right at that!" Then she asked a question herself: "Are you and Debbie happy?"
Bob took a long time answering; putting on his shirt and tie, then he said, abruptly: "No!"
"Why not? She's a sweet girl!"
Bob frowned. "Maybe too sweet for me. Can't you understand, Elaine, Pm a Pro Football player. I've got to be tough and hard in my job -- and maybe some of the toughness, hardness carries over into my personal life. Debbie's quiet, gentle, interested in things which don't interest me -- while I'm interested in things that don't interest her. D'you know she's never watched me play -- except maybe on TV, once in a while. She hasn't the slightest interest in football! And I don't like the shows she wants to see -- or the art galleries she likes to visit!
"Hell, I can't even fuck her tight little cunt... can't get in it... as you know! We can't do a damned thing together!"
Elaine had listened to the long speech with wide-open eyes, not interrupting; now, she asked quietly, "Why did you marry her -- or, why did she marry you!"
Bob shrugged his shoulders, helplessly. "She was a cute little blonde -- so different from the girls the boys on the team took out -- I fell for her; thought I wanted someone who was sweet and innocent, so when I met her at the Club's Annual Dance, I thought she was someone special... danced with her practically all night... and she was flattered: the big-time football player, wanting little Debbie. Like I said, she never goes to games, but she'd seen me on TV.
"I had a few dates with her, but the team's schedule was heavy and I didn't really get to know her until after we got married, which was a real quickie. Married in the morning, then practice on the field in the afternoon and lectures from the Coach in the evening. When I got home to Debbie -- we'd rented a damned expensive furnished apartment -- all I wanted to do was go to bed and sleep. We didn't have a honeymoon... This is supposed to be our delayed honeymoon -- some honeymoon; it just hasn't worked out the way we both hoped. I can't tell you how glad I was to meet you two... Herbert to play golf with, and talk to, and you... you hot little doll -- to screw! That's been the best thing about this damned honeymoon... meeting you and Herbert -- especially you, Elaine!" He moved up to her, kissed her passionately, hotly.
"I wish we had more time together. I need someone like you," said Bob very quietly.
Elaine stepped back, looked at him, then shook her head. "Not like me, Bob, I'm like Debbie in lots of ways. What you need is someone like... " suddenly her eyes sparkled, "like Marion! Sexy red-headed, green-eyed Marion!"
"Marion?" Bob looked startled.
"Sure! She's perfect for you. I'll bet she took your big cock and loved it when you swapped!"
Bob dropped his eyes. "I guess she did at that!"
"She probably likes the same things you like, too!"
"She likes football," said Bob. "She told me that -- she goes to all the games she can. Knows quite a lot about football, too. She surprised me."
"Does Evan go to the games with her?"
Bob shook his head. "No, he's not interested!"
"She's the one for you allright!"
Bob stared at Elaine. "But she's married to Evan!"
"Are they happy?"
Bob gave a bitter laugh. "I should say not! Evan talks when we play golf together and I can tell that he hates her, Elaine; it sounds crazy, but that's the way it seems. I'm damned sure Herbert's noticed the same thing."
"And how does she feel about him?"
"She has nothing but contempt for him! Calls him a puny prick, useless and incapable!"
"Well then," said Elaine, moving to the bedroom door, "you have your chance to move in." She paused before she opened the door. "I know that she goes for you!"
Then Elaine went into the living-room.
Bob stood still as if stunned by Elaine's final words, then he pulled himself together and followed her into the living-room. There was nobody there.
"I guess the others haven't come back yet," said Bob."
"One of them has," a voice called from the kitchenette, and Herbert emerged, carrying his glass of Scotch and ice.
He grinned at them. "You two been enjoying yourselves? You sexy pair!" He sounded slightly drunk.
"Why sure, Herbert," said Bob, "you've got a wonderful wife!"
"You oughta know," muttered Herbert, snidely.
"Where's Marion?" asked Elaine.
Herbert laughed: a slightly bitter laugh. "Sulking in her cottage!"
"Why?" asked Elaine.
Herbert shrugged. "Says she's not coming back to this fucking stupid party." He looked at Bob. "I told her I'd send Bob over to talk to her -- or something "What!" Bob was startled. "Why me?"
"She'd like to see you. She's in a real bitchy mood, I can tell you!"
"Why?" asked Elaine again.
Herbert shrugged, took a big drink from his glass. "For something I did -- or didn't do -- what the hell!" He raised his glass again, drained it, then went to the center table, refilled his glass.
Elaine glanced at Bob: he was standing very still, silent, thoughtful.
"I think you ought to go and see Marion... find out what's wrong." she said, quietly.
"I was thinking of what you were saying just before we left the bedroom," Bob whispered.
"I knew it," said Elaine, "get going... " she lowered her voice to a whisper, "you big fucking stud!"
Bob laughed, then raised his voice, "Okay, Herbert, I'll go and see what kind of therapy I can give Marion!" He laughed again, then went to the front door, exited.
Herbert returned with his drink in his hand. "What were you and Bob whispering about" he wanted to know.
Elaine giggled. "S'funny! I'd just been telling Bob how suitable Marion would be for him -- then you come in and say that she wants to see him!"
"Actually, I suggested it to her, but she liked the idea."
"Why did you suggest it?"
"I wanted to get away from her... she was mad as hell... I thought she was going to get at me with those damned long fingernails of hers!"
"Why was she so mad at your' Herbert took another drink. "Because I wouldn't screw her cunt!"
Elaine's eyes opened wide. "But why wouldn't you? I mean that's the object of the game, isn't it? That's what Evan and Debbie are doing, I'm damned sure... and ..." Herbert cut in: "That's what you Bob have been doing!"
"Yes!" Elaine snapped. "That's what the game's all about, isn't it. We're all so bloody sophisticated here!"
"I suppose so," Herbert muttered.
"Then why wouldn't you screw Marion? I know you're attracted to her -- I've seen the way you look at her; and she looks sexy as all hell! Why wouldn't you screw her pussy -- her red hot, ready pussy?"
Herbert hesitated. "Promise not to get mad if I tell you!"
"I promise, faithfully and sincerely, not to get mad at my darling husband for any unspeakable thing he's done!" said Elaine with elaborate formality.
"I fucked her ass!" said Herbert simply, then took a big drink. "You what?" Elaine's eyes were as big as saucers.
"I stuck my cock up her ass when she was expecting me to fuck her cunt," explained Herbert, raising his glass agaain.
"Why?" Elaine's mouth was open.
"Because her asshole was snug and tight, it gripped my cock with its slick, wet walls and made me orgasm like crazy! That's why. Her ass is better than her big, gaping cunt -- but after I'd fucked her ass, I couldn' have fucked her cunt -- even if I'd wanted to, which I didn't!"
Elaine was silent for a minute, then she remarked: "I'll bet she called you a bastard! No wonder she was mad -- it must've hurt her like hell!"
"Not so much," Herbert shrugged, then grinned. "She calls me Slim!"
"Slim! Why Slim?"
"Because she says I've got a long, slim cock!" Herbert flushed and grinned at the same time.
Elaine giggled. "I guess she's right at that!" She became thoughtful. "So that's why you wanted Bob to go over; to finish her off: screw his big cock into her cunt, satisfy her?"
"Something like that, I guess!"
Elaine thought about what she'd heard, then she said: "You're my dear, darling husband... " she said, and wrapping her arms round his neck, kissed him. "You're also a snide, scheming bastard -- I don't know why I love you so much!" She kissed him again with passion.
"You're wonderful, honey," he said when their lips parted, "I wouldn't change you for anyone!"
"Not even sweet little blonde Debbie?"
"Not for Debbie!"
"Or sexy Marion?"
"My God, No!"
"That's good," said Elaine, "because I wouldn't change you for anyone either!" She was silent for a moment, looking at her husband, speculatively. "Did it really hurt Marion when you stuck your cock up her ass?"
Herbert thought back. "She complained at first, but I don't think it really bothered her... she was just mad because she expected a regular fuck!"
Elaine flushed, lowered her eyes. "Maybe... maybe we could try it some time... it would be like... like something different!"
Herbert hugged his wife. "Oh, you doll!" he breathed. "You sweet, lovable doll."
"I... might even like it. I... I've thought about it sometimes -- I've read about couples doing that -- and I've thought I'd like to try it -- but I was afraid that you'd be shocked at me... " she smiled. "I didn't know what a sexy husband I had!"
"Any time, anywhere, any way!" murmured Herbert.
"I won't forget, darling," said Elaine, then changing the subject, abruptly, she wondered out loud: "Bob and Marion -- I wonder what they're doing!"
Herbert laughed. "I only need one guess... " his lips formed the word: FUCK!
* * *
"My God," said Marion passionately, "it's good to have a real man get into you, fuck you, make you come!"
Bob was lying on top of her; his dormant cock still trapped inside her cunt, though she had orgasmed three times already.
"I wish, I wish, I wish!" said Marion.
"What do you wish, Marion, baby?" asked Bob.
He had had two satisfying orgasms in Marion's squirming cunt, and felt satisfied, satiated to a degree that was almost euphoric!
"I wish I was married to you instead of Evan!" My God, Bob thought, Elaine had been right!
"We don't have to be married to enjoy each other," said Bob, soberly.
Marion smiled widely. "You're so right! Send Debbie home and we'll have a ball down here for the rest of the season!"
"I -- I can't do that," said Bob. "Anyway... what about Evan?"
"Oh, fuck Evan -- I'll kick him out!"
"Just like that?"
"Yeah, just like that. He's nothing but a stupid, puny-pricked jerk!"
"Marion!" Bob protested, "you can't treat people like that -- it isn't -- it just isn't right! Marion spoke urgently. "But you'd like to stay down here with me, wouldn't you Bob? Wouldn't you? Admit it, you would! I know it... we get along swell... not just sex-wise, though that's wonderful... but in other things .."
"What other thing? We haven't done anything together except fuck!"
"So! There's nothing wrong with that, But we think alike... we talk the same language, you know what I mean: you must know. I'll bet that you say things to me that you'd never say to Debbie... and I can say things to you that would shock other people, but you don't mind one little bit!"
Bob was silent because what Marion said was right. He felt at ease with the tempestuous woman; laughed at her tantrums, and treated her as roughly as she tried to treat him -- and she didn't mind at all. Seemed, in fact, to welcome having someone who could stand up to her, was her equal in aggressiveness and determination.
"Maybe we can work something out," he said now.
Marion breathed deeply. "We just have to!"
He moved himself, felt Marion contracting the walls of her cunt on his cock, and the organ began to stiffen.
"Wanna fuck while you're working it out?" she asked.
The head of his organ became a hard ball. "Why not?"
She rotated her hips very gently, very smoothly, and Bob felt the juice from his earlier orgasms oozing out of her cunt, and when he moved, the creamy fluid lubricated the sides of his cock. He started fucking again, and Marion started squirming and moaning very quietly. As the sexual session progressed, her moans became louder and when Bob increased the speed of his thrusts, her moans changed into squeals of delight until she reached a devastating climax, orgasming with violent intensity as Bob came, too, squirting massive spurts of seemingly endless sexual juice into the writhing, wet and warm cavern of her cunt.
"Oh, you sweet little blonde baby, I love you," said Evan.
Debbie kissed him. "I love you, too, Evan!"
She was lying on top of him, and his cock, not puny at this moment, was held tightly in Debbie's snug pussy.
What're we going to do?" asked Evan. "I can't bear the thought of going back to Marion!"
Debbie kissed him again; felt his cock move inside her tiny cunt. She smiled. "Right now you could screw me again. Can you?"
"You better believe it," he smiled.
"Just lie still," whispered Debbie. "I'll do all the work -- just keep your lovely little cock stiff and hard and I'll slide my pussy up and down on it!"
"Whatever you say, baby," Evan panted.
They had already had two orgasms with Evan lying on top of the little blonde girl -- then Evan had expertly sucked Debbie's cunt and clitoris until she had orgasmed wildly with shrill sqeals of ecstatic joy piercing from her lips.
He knew how to suck her off, Evan had thought, then the bitter thought of how he had gained his experience invaded his mind. Marion!
But the girl who was lying on top of him, almost squatting, with her tiny cunt gripping his cock with a thrilling tightness wasn't Marion -- it was Debbie! Sweet, lovable, kind and considerate Debbie! Oh, how he loved her!
She lifted her hips, and her cunt slid to the end of Evan's cock, then she pushed down hard and felt her clitoris jam against the base of his organ.
His hands moved, gripped her rounded bottom, pulled her onto him more strongly, caused his cock to penetrate more deeply.
"That's nice," Debbie whispered. "You do everything so nice, Evan darling."
She leaned forward, pressed her pointed breasts against his chest, causing friction on the stiff tips of her nipples. She giggled. "I like doing that -- it like tickles and thrills me both!"
She raised her bottom, then squashed down. Evan gasped. "A few more squeezes like that and I'll come again!"
Debbie moved more quickly; gliding her pussy up and down the aroused organ. "Me, too," she panted, breathless from her exertions.
Simultaneously, they opened their mouths, pressed them together, let their tongues meet in a junction of love and desire.
Debbie wriggled her breasts on Evan's chest, and the thrills became more intense. Her wet cunt moved fast now, and the friction on Evan's cock increased; he could feel the skin on his organ being pulled outward when Debbie made her sensuous moves, then it would be pushed back again as she reversed the movement.
His tongue squirled wildly, and Debbie knew -- as though they'd done this a thousand times -- that this was an indication that Evan was about to orgasm.
She was close to her climax, too; she jammed down hard, rotated her hips, causing her clitoris to rub against the top side of the base of Evan's cock; lower down, the lips of her cunt touched Evan's balls. Debbie jerked herself up, pulled her mouth off Evan's with a sucking sound. "I'm coming!" she spoke as a spurt of sex-juice squirted from the slitted lips of Evan's cock. "Oh, Evan darling, you're coming and I'm coming -- eeeh, Evan, it's like heaven -- eeeh!"
Her small bottom bounced up and down as she strove to get every ounce of satisfaction from this orgiastic climax. She reached her peak while Evan's cock was still spurting, and her squeals of joy hit his ears like sweet music. He was pleasing his little blonde darling!
They lay on their sides, facing each other, arms wrapped around each other's bodies when this session of sex was completed.
Debbie's lips formed the words: I love you -- and Evan's lips repeated them.
"Let's go away," said Debbie, suddenly.
"Where?" he asked hoarsely. "When?"
"To New York... I've got over a thousand dollars in the bank there. Bob gives me a generous allowance!"
"Marion gives me an allowance, too," Evan's voice was bitter. "I've got about three hundred dollars -- that's all!"
"But you make money with your paintings!"
Only sometimes -- not very often. I could take a job, any kind of job, in New York... we could manage!" Debbie frowned thoughtfully. "!'here must be some other way -- some better way of doing this!"
"If there is," said Evan, sadly, "I don't know it.
* * *
"If we worked it that way, I'd be damned happy," said Bob to Marion. "What do you think?"
Marion frowned in thought. "Do you think that they care enough for each other?"
Bob nodded. "Yes, I do. I really do... I've been watching them, and they're in love with each other, or think that they are!"
"I can afford it okay," said Marion, "my first two husbands made very generous settlements when we divorced."
Bob gave Marion a wry smile. "I'm not exactly poor myself! I get over seventy-five thousand a year."
"Is that right?" Marion was surprised and interested. "I didn't know football players got that kind of money!"
"Some don't -- but others get more, much more!"
"Well now, isn't that something!" said Marion. "I had no idea." She changed the subject. "Now, this idea of sending Debbie and Evan on a six-week cruise round South America. How much will it cost?"
"I don't know exactly," said Bob. "Maybe five or six thousand. Anyway, what does it matter, I can afford it," he smiled. "We can afford it!"
"And we'd stay here in Miami?"
"If that's what you'd like, sure! But maybe we could take a trip to Europe for three or four weeks. How d'you like that idea, baby?"
Marion gave Bob a scintillating smile. "Just love it... " she kissed him. They were still in bed together, lying on their backs, side by side, recuperating from their series of sexual sessions, and making ingenious plans.
"Love you, too, Bob. I mean it -- not just sexually, though you've got the most wonderful cock I've ever seen... and I have to admit that I've seen quite a few... but in every other way!"
"My seventy-five thousand a year doesn't do any harm either, does it?" Bob grinned.
"Money isn't a problem, Bob. You must believe me, I've got more than enough to support both of us!"
Bob sat up. "You think I'm the kind of guy who'd let a woman support him? Well, you're all wrong. I've always made it the hard way, my way, and I've managed okay -- I don't need anyone to support me. I'm not Evan!"
Marion's eyes sparkled. "Don't I know it! What you just said makes me more sure than ever that we're right for each other!"
"I'm beginning to believe you," said Bob. He glanced at his watch on the bedside table. "Jeezus, d'you realize we've been here nearly two hours!"
"So what?"
"Evan's liable to return any goddamned time!
"Why don't you phone Debbie and ask her if she'd like him to stay with her all night... then I'll speak to Evan?"
Bob thought for a moment. "I guess I could do that." He slid off the bed, picked up the phone, dialled the number of his cottage.
Debbie answered.
"Is Evan still there?" Bob asked.
"Don't get mad, Bob, please," said Debbie in her little-girl voice, "but yes, he's still here."
"Would you like him to stay with you all night - I'm with Marion?' "Yes, oh yes!" Debbie sounded ecstatic.
"Put Evan on the phone. Marion wants to talk to him"
"Evan?" said Marion, "You can stay with Debbie tonight -- I don't want you back here until noon, understand?"
"Sure, Marion, sure." Evan hung up the phone.
Bob was grinning at Marion. "You sure treat him with finesse! Is that how you're gonna treat me?"
Marion laughed. "I wouldn't fucking dare! You're too big and strong and mean!"
"To live with you, I think a guy would have to be! Maybe your first husbands weren't quite mean enough to cope with you!"
"I hate to admit it -- but I think you're right. Now, stop analyzing me and put out the light and we can go to sleep, of course," she added. "If you wake up and feel like a fuck, that's okay with me."
"Okay with me, too," said Bob, switching off the bedlight.
* * *
"I don't think anyone's coming back to our party." said Elaine to her husband.
"Who cares?" he muttered, quite drunk by now.
"Pour me another gin and vodka -- I gotta admit that that rotten redhead knows a good drink!" Elaine had been matching Herbert drink for drink for the last hour.
"Bring the drink in the bedroom... I'm gonna get undressed." She wobbled across the living-room.
"After you've got undressed, I'll bring your drink in, then fuck you!" said Herbert.
Elaine laughed, almost hysterically.
"You're too drunk to fuck. All you'll do is fall asleep!"
"Maybe you're right," said Herbert sadly. "But if I wake up with a hard on -- I'll sure as hell fuck you."
"Okay," said Elaine, placidly, "if you can, okay!"
"Where?" asked Herbert.
"Whatcha mean -- where?"
"You want me to fuck you up your cunt or your ass?"
Elaine considered. "I think I'd like a change."
"You'd like me to stick my cock in between the cheeks of your cute little bottom; into the tiny wet hole and fuck you up your ass -- you want that?" Herbert sounded excited more than drunk now.
"I don't mina trying it out," said Elaine, elaborately casual.
Herbert watched his wife weave her way into the bedroom, then he drained his glass, refilled it, followed Elaine.
She had slipped off her dress and her panties and was leaning over the bed pulling back the covers in preparation for going to bed.
Her rounded bottom stared him in the face; as she moved, the cheeks parted slightly, and Herbert glimpsed the tiny red hole.
He put down his glass. "Just stay like you are," he said hoarsely. "Don't change your position!"
Elaine became very still.
Herbert glanced down: his cock had stiffened, enlarged. He pointed it at the red wet hole of his wife's ass, then moved forward very slowly... while Elaine waited with small quivers of anticipation rippling over her flesh.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It was two weeks since the birthday party, and Debbie's suitcases were packed. She moved with re-strained excitement, and when she lit a rare cigarette, her hand trembled.
It was morning now, but in the early evening, she and Evan would board the cruiser at Port Ever-glades for their six-week cruise around South America, calling at Lima, Santiago before they rounded Cape Horn and stopped off at Buenos Aires and Rio de Janeiro before sailing directly to New York.
Bob, accompanied by Marion, would drive them to the Port -- and six weeks later, meet them in New York.
"We'll see how everything goes," Bob had said. "It makes sense doing it this way. You oughta know just how you feel about Evan after six weeks with him... and Marion and I should know how we feel about each other. If things go the way I expect... we can act accordingly, but if your feelings towards Evan change -- or Marion and I don't make it together the way we think we will, well then, you're still married to me, and Evan's still got Marion." He gave a wry grin as he said the last few words.
Debbie spoke, hesitantly. "It -- it's good of Marion to pay for our cruise and give Evan the money for expenses!"
"Don't worry about that. I'll be paying for Marion on our trip to Europe. We'll be in New York before you get there -- and then we'll work everything out. You realize, Debbie, this is an important step we're taking -- maybe the most important thing we ever did in our lives!"
"I... I realize it!"
Bob had kissed her then; gently, more like a brother kissing his sister than a husband kissing his wife.
"I want you to be happy," he had said, huskily.
Debbie had cried a little bit; but when she thought of Evan and the trip, her tears had stopped.
They had said their goodbyes to Elaine and Herbert the night before, because the Hendersons were going to Disneyland for the day, and Debbie and Evan would be gone by the time they returned to their cottage.
Elaine had kissed them both, wished them good luck and happiness; while Herbert had told Debbie what a sweet little doll she was; how lucky Evan was to have her, and wished them both every happiness. He had shaken Evan's hand with sincerity, and told him to come and see him in New York if he had trouble finding suitable work. Evan had acknowledged the offer, gratefully, and taken Herbert's business card.
Bob had checked out of the cottage, and ignoring the raised eyebrows of the management, moved in with Marion. They would spend another week in Florida, then fly to New York, then to Paris.
On their return, four weeks later, Bob would stay in Marion's apartment in New York until Debbie and Evan returned and the fateful and final decision was made.
When Herbert and Elaine returned after a pleasant and interesting day at Disneyland, their strip of beach was deserted and they knew that Debbie and Evan would be aboard the cruiser, and Marion and Bob had not yet returned from the Port.
"There's just you and I, now," said Herbert to his wife.
Elaine smiled. "Do we need more?"
Herbert shook his head, seriously, "No! Swapping was fun -- though I never suspected things would develop the way they have done -- but all that I really want is you." He kissed her, and felt her respond. "That's how I feel," she whispered.
"We'll be back in New York tomorrow," said Herbert, "back in the old routine... our second honey-moon is over!"
"It was better... much better... than the first!" said Elaine.
He nodded, slowly. "I think you're right... I think, too, that everything . I mean between you and me... will be better, too!"
"Yes, darling; oh, yes!"
He grabbed her, kissed her with violent passion, cupping her buttocks with his hands, pulling her against him.
"Let's go to bed early tonight," said Herbert, hoarsely.
Elaine's eyes were shining. "Let's go to bed now!"
"Sure."
"I'll get undressed. Fix two drinks, bring them into the bedroom."
Herbert went into the kitchenette, took down bottles, then called to his wife: "What do you want? And how do you want it?"
He heard Elaine laughing. "What are you talking about -- drinking or fucking?"
Herbert grinned. "Both!"
"Gin and vodka to drink... "
"And?"
Elaine didn't reply, but he could hear the rustle of clothes being removed.
"From underneath -- my cock up your pussy," called Herbert, "or from on top, or... " he paused, then said more quietly, "Up your sweet, sucking bottom?"
There was silence, then Elaine called, her voice soft, sexy and thrilling.
"I'm smearing cream all over my pussy right now," she called softly, "making the lips soft and smooth, pushing some inside my cunt, too... and then I'm going to smear some on the cheeks of my bottom; and in between the cheeks, making my Herbert's hand was unsteady as he poured the drinks; then he hurried into the bedroom, where the tightest hole he had ever fucked was waiting to be screwed.
Elaine was lying facedown on the bed, her legs parted, ass gleaming, creamily, invitingly, irresistibly.
Herbert dragged off his clothes. "This is our last night in Florida," he said hoarsely. "Let's make it a good one!"
Elaine spoke with her face buried in the pillow. It'll be a good one alright; the best fucking night you ever had in your life, darling!"
Nude now, Herbert climbed onto the bed, then lay on top of his naked wife, feeling his cock longer and harder than ever as he steered it into her hugging, creamed-up asshole.
