You know how it is when you call someone on the spur of the moment. Some times it works out surprisingly well. Jane and I had been friends for years, so when my husband left town on business, I gave her a call and set up a lunch.
Jane and I had been friends for years. We had been sorority sisters in college, and had dated a lot of the same boys. When Jane married Peter I stood up with her, and when I married Phil she stood up with me.
We'd never been out of touch.
Our husbands had been in college with us, and had known each other for as long as Jane and I had been buddies. Now Phil was an attorney and Pete was an architect and they belonged to different clubs and different social groups. They saw each other seldom, but they liked each other.
I didn't know that our lunch date that day would change all of our lives. I'd heard that Jane and Pete weren't getting on too well, but I didn't know many married couples who were so I didn't pay much attention.
When I got to the Three Kings Jane was there, at the bar, waiting for me. She looked wonderful. She had always had a slight girlish figure, and she had kept it. What maturing had taken place was flattering and well proportioned. Jane was beautifully turned out for the occasion in a three piece knit that bragged subliminally about the perfection of her figure, like it was supposed to, and all of the accouterments were tasteful, and expensive, and effective. Jane was a blue eyed brunette, which is just about the most, and her hair was done in a fashion which emphasized the elfin beauty of her features.
She kissed me on the cheek and told me how glad she was to see me, and chattered about how wonderful I looked as the maitre d' swished us to a secluded table. I'm a real blonde, with brown, eyes, and a 36-24-35 figure, and, as every woman does when she is going to meet an old friend, I had done all I could to make what I had look even better than it was. Jane raved about the way my hair was done, and the pale lipstick I had used, and the tailored suit I was wearing. We sat down at the table, and ordered martinis, and started talking.
After the usual amount of polite conversation concerning how our husbands were doing and how we were handling the servant problem and the high cost of everything, the talk became more personal.
Jane was so radiant I knew that everything must be all right between her and Pete, so I told her a mutual friend had fed me the rumor that she and her husband were talking to lawyers about a divorce. Jane grinned widely, and admitted that they had at one time, a few months before, considered breaking up. That was now all in the past. They were getting along beautifully, and were happier now than at any time since their European honeymoon.
I was glad to hear it, and told Jane so. I asked her what had happened to bring back the magic. Jane giggled and wriggled around a little bit in her chair, and told me I'd never believe it.
We ordered another round of drinks, making five apiece. I was feeling the effects of all of those martinis. I could always outdrink Jane, so I figured if I got her high enough she'd tell me what it was I wouldn't believe.
"Start at the beginning, darling, and tell me all"....
From there on the conversation got a little personal. Just for openers, Jane, stoned, good naturedly informed me that she knew I had enjoyed an affair with Pete while we were all in college. Her husband had told her about it, including the fact that I was a hell of a lay, and a real good French student. As a matter-of-fact he had told Jane that she was the only better lay, and suck, that he had ever known. That seemed to make Jane very happy, but it kind of burned me up. Pete was real heavy hung, and I still remembered the times we had spent in bed with thrilling recall. I ordered another round. While we were draining our drinks Jane really shocked me.
"Did Phil ever tell you that he and I had a mad affair about the time you and Pete were shacking up?" she asked me, with a leer.
I shook my head. "No. But I'm not surprised. Phil always had excellent taste." I was way ahead. After all Phil had married me. And he was considered one of the best catches in school. Money and looks and an eight inch organ. I was actually sort of glad Jane told me about their affair. I'd always suspected it anyway.
Jane was a little put out with my reaction to her shocker, and toyed with her drink for awhile in silence.
"How are you and Phil getting along?" she asked, brightly.
"Oh, great," I told her. "The ideal husband. Good provider, good entertainer, rich, and a great lay, as you know. Just in case we ever have any trouble though I'd sure like to know what brought you and Phil back together when you were both ready to split?"
Jane grinned again and started squirming, and coloring up again which whetted my curiosity even more.
"You sure you want to know?" she teased. "It might shock you."
I laughed. "I'm not that easy to shock," I told her. "Your husband has told you that I like it anyway I can get it, hasn't he? What else is there?"
"Plenty," Jane nodded. "The greatest. Something even you have never tried."
I thought I'd tried everything, sexually.
"Shock me!" I ordered.
"Multiple sex?" Jane whispered. "Have you tried that?" I was shocked, but I tried not to show it. "No," I admitted. "I haven't."
"Well. It's a whole new world." Jane's eyes were glassy with the memories of it. "It's anything you've ever done, multiplied by a hundred. Have you ever watched another couple making love?"
I shook my head. Phil and I had a mirror arrangement in our bedroom but it was cumbersome and we hardly ever went to the trouble of setting it up. We couldn't just leave it there, at the side of the bed. We entertained too often, and we just didn't care to answer questions it would bring up, or the knowing leers it would cause.
"Watching's as much fun as fucking!" Jane said. "Have you ever gone down on one man while another one is fucking you?"
This conversation was getting to me. And Jane was really aroused. Her eyes were shining, her color high. Sexpot.
"No. But it certainly sounds exciting," I answered.
Jane nodded. "Wait 'til you try it. Have you ever made love to a girl? I mean, real love, down in between her legs, licking and sucking and biting her thing?"
"No. I've never thought I'd like it."
That was a lie. I'd always been curious about it, but I never had a chance to try it. Nobody ever approached me, and I certainly never approached anybody else. I had a roommate named Ruth in college that I used to snuggle close with, and kiss, and pat, and I was always hoping she'd make the first move toward going down on me, but she didn't, ever. I'm sure she was always hoping I'd make the first move. We both wanted it, but we were both chicken.
"I love it!" Jane said, passionately. "I love doing it and I love having it done to me, and so would you, if you ever tried it with a woman!"
This conversation was getting out of hand. I smiled and said I doubted that I would, and suggested that we order some food, but Jane wanted another martini. I ordered one too.
Jane's sexy conversation had me feeling as high as the martinis had made me. I have a very vivid imagination, and I sat there and looked at Jane and wondered what it would be like, making love to her. I had a pretty good idea what it would be like having her make love to me, because my husband considered himself an expert at cunnilingus, as what man doesn't.
"I know what you're thinking!" Jane challenged me. "You're thinking that you've had a lot of men eat it for you, and how could a woman do it any better? Right?"
"Well ... yes. I was thinking something like that," I admitted. "After all, a tongue has no sex, darling."
"When you take me home I'll prove something to you, honey. I'll show you what a woman can do that no man can."
The thought of it was shocking, and challenging, and exciting, and I got all damp between the legs, and crossed them.
"Oh, no, Janey. Not me. I've lived this long without it. I can keep on." I had an idea I was lying when I said it.
I drove Jane home and she invited me in for a cup of coffee. I knew better than to accept, but I accepted.
As soon as we got into the house she stripped off her clothing. Right down to the buff. She was drunk, but she knew what she was doing. I didn't make a move to leave. I was fascinated with her actions, and her beauty. The thought ran through my mind. "She looked good enough to eat!" Me and my idiot sense of humor.
Jane played with herself for awhile, wriggling seductively and smiling at me, then she approached me. This was in the living room. She unbuttoned my suit coat, and slipped it off of me. I made no move to stop her. Of course I was drunk, too, and still charged up, sexually, by all of that conversation. When Jane started unzipping my skirt I grabbed her hand, and stopped her.
"What are you trying to do, Janey. Come on!" I protested.
Her hand went up my leg, past the top of my stocking, inside my panties, and stopped inside my hairy mound. I tried, ineffectively, to pull away, but her fingers parted my pussy lips, and found my clitoris. I have always been very passionate. Especially there.
I was leaning forward, trying to move Jane's hand. Her breasts dangled, bell-like, in front of my mouth. Jane held one to my lips with her free hand. My mouth opened, and welcomed her erect nipple. My tongue laved it. Janey's fingers rolled my clit around, and finally entered my vagina. I took more and more of her breast into my mouth, and started moaning. I'd been had. And I wanted to be had more.
I pulled my mouth back from that delicious breast and sighed, "All right Janey. All right. But not here. Let's go into the bedroom."
I led the way. Janey followed me, carrying her clothes and my jacket. In the bedroom I stripped, without further protest. Now that I had gone that far I couldn't wait to take the rest of the trip. I knew, deep in my fluttering heart, that what was about to happen had been an urge within me since college days. I was glad that it was, at long last, going to be satisfied. In my opinion that urge exists within the heart of every woman. Basically we are all depraved, if that's the right word for it.
I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, regulating the water to more than normal hotness. When I got into it Jane was only seconds behind me. Her arms went around me, and we embraced silently for a long moment as the water slithered over us and added to our heat.
Janey's hand was between my legs. They parted, involuntarily, and my knees bent to help her find what she was seeking. Her hot mouth found my left breast, and suckled it, as I pulled her face to it in ecstasy. Her gentle hand was toying with my upright clitoris, and I felt a volcano building in my belly.
Jane rose to her full height and ran her tongue in my mouth, exploring the inside of my lips, and her hands clenched the round cheeks of my bottom and pulled me close as she ground her mons veneris against mine. I was beyond prudence now. My hands grasped the soft white mounds of her ass, and I ground with her, breathless and ready for love.
We got out of the shower and dried each other gently and lovingly. Jane looked up at me, smiling, as she wiped the sparking beads of water from my pubic hair.
"Who's raping who?" she asked.
I giggled and pushed into the towel, and her hand, impatiently.
"I guess I've always been waiting for this," I admitted. "You're gorgeous, you know that?"
Jane thanked me by dropping to her knees, parting my legs, and running her tongue over the lips of my vulva. It was a feeling I was familiar with from a dozen different men, but it was different with a woman. I don't know how it was different. Just more knowledgeable. More tender. More satisfying.
A moment later we were on her big king-sized bed, embracing, and kissing, as we pulled each other close. We swapped tongues, wetly. I wanted her tongue between my legs, and I wanted my tongue between hers. My mouth was actually watering in anticipation. Filling with saliva. My heart was fluttering against Jane's right tit, and I could feel hers fluttering against mine.
"Want to eat me?" Jane asked, hotly. "Want to kiss my pussy, honey?"
I answered her by reversing myself on the bed, and pulling her into sixty-nine position. It was a position I had long been familiar with, with me on top. Now I liked being on the bottom, with Jane's beautiful pink lipped cunt, open and inviting, just above my face. I ran the middle finger of my right hand in and out of her vagina a few times, because Phil always warmed me up that way. I felt her questing tongue as it ran down the length of my crack, and settled into my anus, prodding. I had never felt this particular thrill before, and it made me moan.
I pulled Jane's squirming ass down to where I could reach her sweet asshole with my tongue, and darted it in. She stopped squirming and pushed against my tongue. She pulled my buttocks apart and probed my virgin asshole with her hot, wet, stiff tongue. She had two fingers in my vagina, pumping deep and fast. I felt my first orgasm building to the point of no return. My fingers entered her, and my tongue laved and probed and my lips sucked her anus.
Just when I was sure nothing could feel any more exciting she pulled her fingers out of my pussy, and put her middle finger up my ass, as her tongue and lips and teeth went to work on my cunt. I was beyond thinking but I know I followed her lead just before a huge orgasm shook me. My teeth closed on her clitoris, and my finger, of its own volition, plunged in and out of her asshole. I bucked and cried out, and felt the fluids of my orgasm gush out of me into Jane's mouth, and down the wide-spread crack of my behind. My tongue tortured her clitoris, and my lips closed around it with maximum suction. Jane came and I experienced my first taste of the delightful flavor of the fruits of a female orgasm. A taste which I found rewarding and habit-forming.
Jane was still licking at my supersensitive button. I squirmed out from under her, licking my lips to retain the last drop of her flavorful come.
"Let me rest a minute, Janey," I gasped. "That was the biggest orgasm I ever had in my life!"
I reversed myself on the huge bed, and crawled into Jane's waiting arms. We sucked each other's pussy flavored tongues and she patted me gently on my behind, and I snuggled close to her.
"Of all of the stupid questions ... Did you like it?" she-asked. "Is it better than sixty-nine with a man?"
I had to think that over. I had played sixty-nine with a lot of men, and enjoyed almost every game immensely, but woman love was subtly different, more satisfying, more carnal. I conceded.
"I guess so," I said, thoughtfully. "It's not a very fair question to ask right this minute."
Jane giggled, and her hand caressed the erect nipple of my right breast.
"You're a hot one," she said. "The hottest I've ever had."
"How many women have you made love to?" I asked her. "Dozens?"
"Only three, and you know all of them. One of them taught me, and I taught the other two. You're my third conquest, and my masterpiece."
"Who are the others?"
"I won't tell you yet. Maybe later, when we get to know each other better. Maybe someday we'll all get together for a real orgy. Would you like that?"
The thought of it inflamed my thinking. Five naked girls making love. It blew my mind.
"Depends on who they are, doesn't it?" I asked.
"They're all friends of yours, or acquaintances, at least. They're all about our age, all stacked, you can bet on that. Pete is very selective."
"Pete?" I'm sure I sounded shocked. It hadn't occurred to me that her husband was a part of this peculiar aspect of Jane's sex life.
"Of course, Pete. He's the one who introduced me to the solid joys of eating pussy, and making love to assorted men. Does that shock you?"
"I suppose it does. You mean he watches you making love to other women, and other men?"
Jane nodded, triumphantly. "And loves it!" she grinned. "That's how we found our new happiness in marriage. That's what saved it."
"You can't leave me there!" I protested, as my hand moved to her sexual center and started searching for her clitoris. "Tell me all."
Jane spread her legs apart, and moved against my hand as she talked.
"Well. It's a kind of a long story, but if you really want to know, I'll tell you all about it. I have to go to the kitchen for a minute. You can wait, can't you. If I lend you my vibrator and dildo?"
I had a vibrator, of course, which I used in my daily masturbation, but I didn't want one now, with Jane's tongue so available.
"Just the dildo?" I asked.
Jane got out of bed and walked to her dresser. When she turned around she had a huge soft rubber dildo in her hand. Japanese made, in the image of a ten inch cock, with every feature exquisitely reproduced. The head, the wrinkles of the foreskin, the sloping nose. I gasped when I saw it, and Jane grinned.
"Remind you of anybody you know, such as Pete?" she asked.
I nodded. She handed me the dildo, and left the room. I began trying to work the huge thing into me. It felt so real. My spread legs quivered as it finally stretched the lips of my vagina, and entered me. I slid it in slowly, wriggling my ass against it, and toying with my clitoris until the soft monster was almost all hidden. I had to have one like it. It made my Christmas candle seem totally inadequate....
CHAPTER TWO
When Jane came back into the bedroom I was in the throes of a super orgasm, legs high in the air, mouth open, head thrashing around on the pillow, dildo plunging in and out like a piston. She wasted no time. Her head went between my legs and her tongue replaced the middle finger of my left hand on my clitoris, and I exploded on about the third lick, sobbing and moaning and bucking and jamming that big thing clear home, where it hurt a little, good.
All of the time I was coming back to my right mind Jane made tender, sweet love to my breasts, and my navel, my hands on her head, patting and pulling gently at her dark tresses.
She pulled the lovely length of the dildo out of me, and I looked affectionately at it, half-expecting it to wilt like the cock it so expertly simulated.
"Can't I leave you for even a minute without you knocking yourself out?" Jane scolded, good naturedly. "Isn't that thing a kick?"
"Oh, my God," I moaned, "it's fantastic. I have to have one. Where did you ever find it?"
Jane shrugged. "Pete brought it home one night, and asked me to try it for size. I didn't think I could ever get it into me, but, with a little help from him I did, and now ... well Pete is only human, and when he's had it, I start in with his assistant and really knock myself out. You know Pete as well as I do. He's a lot of man, but I don't think any one man can really wear a woman out. Pete's maybe a three shotter, which isn't bad, but I'm utterly insatiable. I'm good for at least an hour, and a dozen big orgasms, aren't you?"
I nodded, ruefully. "Always. As long as we're getting into the nitty gritty, Phil eats me until I come a couple of times. Then he fucks me for a couple more, while he orgasms twice, or maybe three times, and then I use my candle and vibrator, while he watches. If he gets hard again I suck it for him while I bang myself. I don't know what I'd do if Phil wasn't so broad-minded about me masturbating. Broad-minded hell, he loves it."
"So does Pete. They're both civilized."
I was exhausted. I laid back, and pulled my legs together, and put my hands under my head, and closed my eyes and said, "Tell me the long story, and don't leave out a single thing. I want to know all about how you and Pete found happiness in marriage through multiple sex."
Jane laid down beside me, her hip touching mine gently.
"Well, darling girl, it all started when Pete and I started getting bored with each other in bed, like every married couple does after about seven years of the same old thing with the same old equipment. We were both normal red blooded American sexpots. I mean we liked it French and old fashioned, and we had the fore-play, and did all of the things in the marriage manual, and I played with myself with a vibrator and a candle nearly every day, and same as you and every other girl I went to college with did. Right?"
"Yeah. Some guy taught me about vibrators when I was a sophomore. I thought I'd discovered the ultimate in sex."
"Who didn't? That's what sororities are for. We all played titty witty with our roommates, and I don't know about you, but Frances and I used to practice mutual masturbation when we came in off of dates, and now I know I was dying to eat her, and she was dying to eat me, but neither one of us had the guts to take the first lick."
"Same with me and Ruth. We didn't actually practice mutual masturbation, I mean with the lights on and all, but I could hear her flailing around and gasping and I knew what was going on. And I'm sure she could hear me, because, as you know now, I'm a groaner. We just ignored it, openly. But we kissed a lot, with tongues, and I occasionally made love to her tits, and rubbed against her when we got into bed together. I wanted to play with her pussy, and kiss it, but I never did."
"Well. Pete was having an affair with Frances. I didn't know anything about it. I suspected he was getting it on the outside someplace, but so was I, so we neither of us made a big point of it. I certainly didn't know Frances was servicing him or I would have really raised hell."
"She was always kind of free and easy, wasn't she?"
"No more than anybody else we knew. She screwed a few friends. So did I. So did you. So did Ruth. We knew that. Anyway ... Pete and Frances used to go to this same motel all of the time. Twice a week, at least. One day they are having at it, in the old familiar sixty-nine position, when Frances's husband, Ken, walked in on them. There was old Pete, with Frances sprawled over his face, and his tongue jammed into her to the roots when the door opened and Ken entered. Frances kept right on sucking Pete's cock, and Pete, who's got a mind like a steel trap knew he'd been framed. He had personally locked the door on the inside. You know. Bolted it. Nobody could have removed that bolt but Frances. So she had been expecting her husband. Right?"
"Why the little bitch!"
"That's one way of looking at it. Pete figured it out real fast, and kept right on eating Fran. He could hear Ken undressing, but he couldn't see him. The excitement got to him, and he had his orgasm in Fran's mouth, and she took her cue and came in his, and for a few minutes neither one of them cared who was in the room. You know how that is!"
"Right!"
"Well, after Frances had sucked it all out of my no-good husband's cock, and he had kissed away the last drop of her come she rolled off of Pete, and they both sat up and looked at their visitor. Ken was stark naked, and had a beautiful hard-on. Pete grinned at him.
'Welcome to the party, Kenneth!' he said. 'If I had known you were coming we would have waited."
"Ken walked over and put his cock in Fran's mouth. She started sucking and going down on it while Pete watched. It really turned him on, watching her. Ken was just as cool as Pete. He stood there, ramming it down his wife's throat and patting her on the head and observed, 'World's best cocksucker, my wife. Right?' "
"Pete swears he stuck up for me, demanding that I be given at least a tie. Wasn't that nice of him?"
"Good old Pete."
"Well, anyway, Fran wanted them both at once so she took Ken out other mouth and told him to lie down on the bed. When he did she bent over and took him in her mouth while she presented her beautiful behind to my utterly fascinated husband. He walked up behind her, and she grabbed back between her legs, and played with his balls for a minute before she guided his cock into her juicy, ready, red hot cunt. Double action. Wait 'til you try that?"
"Am I going to?"
"You sure are. Anyway, Pete loved it, because Fran was slightly out of her little mind, with both of those cocks in her. Her pretty ass, and you know it is, was whirling and swaying, and grinding against Pete while her teeth and tongue and lips were getting their jollies on Ken's hard cock. She was a very happy girl, and there were a couple of happy guys there, too. After everybody had an orgasm Fran built the boys up again, and then had them change places, with Pete in her mouth and her ever loving husband banging her in the pussy. After that session Pete watched while Ken went down on Fran. Then he went down on her. Then they all went out to dinner."
"After all that eating?"
"They needed vitamins. They called me to join them, and while I was on the way in Fran and Ken told Pete why they had framed him into the three way orgy. Pete had been fucking Frank in college, and she'd told Ken about it. They were having the dulls, like everybody else who'd been married seven or eight years, and they had decided they wanted to have a four way thing with Pete and me joining them in bed. Because Fran and I had been friends for so long, and because Pete had already screwed and done the French bit with her, and because Ken wanted to fuck me. It was all explained so simply to Pete, that he went along, because he liked to fuck Fran, and he loved the watching bit. By the time I got to the party I was already elected to membership, and they had already decided on the initiation ceremony.
"When I got to the table they all seemed to be stoned out of their minds, so they talked me into drinking doubles, to catch up. I had four doubles. We never did eat. We went to Fran and Ken's house, to continue drinking.
"Fran excused herself for a minute and Pete and Ken and I were in the playroom, sitting at the bar, when she walked in, stark naked! She walked over to where Ken was sitting, took his cock out, got down on her knees and started sucking it. I was amazed!"
"Really?"
"I watched her for a minute, then I saw Pete take his lovely thing out, hard as a rock, and walk over to me. I was drunk, and hot from watching what Fran was doing, so I got down on my knees and started going down on Pete ... When Fran suggested that we change partners it was all right with me. I walked over to Ken on my knees and put him in my mouth, and sucked hell out of him. He leaned over and unzipped my dress down the back, and I didn't miss a stroke when he pulled it off my shoulders, and undid my bra, and started playing with my tits."
"Wow!"
"Getting to you?"
"Yes. Mind if I use that dildo again, while you tell me the rest. My pussy wants action."
"Be my guest. But take it easy. I don't want you knocked out. We're just beginning to know each other."
"Right. I just want to put it in there, slow and easy, and keep it in action, so it'll be hot for you. Okay?"
"Okay. Well, after the boys came that first time Ken told me Frances had always wanted to go down on me, and Frances crawled over to me, and started pulling the rest of my clothes off. I looked at Pete, and he nodded, hotly. It seemed like a great idea. So I laid down on the couch and Frances got on top of me, you know, sixty-nine, and I ate my first pussy, and hated myself for waiting so long. It blew my mind."
"I know what you mean. I was recently there."
"Yeah. I could tell how much you liked it too, bv the reaction I got where I was. You know mat's something pretty peculiar. How every girl has talent for eating pussy. Even the first time, she seems to know exactly what to do and when to do it. Like you did. You were pretty great!"
"Thanks. I just did what came naturally. Of course I've had so many guys go down on me, since high school, that I know what I like, so that's what I gave to you."
"Ummmmm. It's so good, going and coming, isn't it?"
"The greatest, better than anything."
"You haven't tried everything yet, I don't think."
"What haven't I tried?"
"You'll find out ... Well ... to finish my story which is just about finished, we all of us tried everything on each other for the rest of that evening. We did girl-girl in every way we could think of and girl-boy in every way, and girl-girl-boy, and boy-boy-girl, and boy-boy-girl-girl, in I don't know how many combinations, and after the boys gave up we girls played another game of sixty-nine, and collapsed. Screwed out. It was some evening."
"And the beginning of a new sex life ... Right?"
"Oh, yes! All of a sudden everything was exciting again.
Pete and I started laughing, and looking forward to the next party, and really enjoying ourselves like we did when we were first married. Want me to help you with that thing?"
I had that big dildo going in and out of me at a pretty good rate again. Jane got down between my legs and took it out of my hand, and manipulated it while she sucked and licked and bit on my clit. I just laid back and closed my eyes and enjoyed it.
I was scared half out of my wits when I heard Pete's deep bass voice say, "Wait a minute, Jane. No old friend of ours has to settle for an imitation prick as long as I'm around."
My eyes flew open, and there was Pete, stark naked, with that old familiar hard-on I hadn't seen for so long in his right hand. Jane crawled out from between my legs and Pete crawled in, grinning at me.
"Doesn't a gentleman usually ask permission of a lady before he fucks her?" I demanded.
Pete bent over and kissed one breast after the other while he fitted his cock into my cunt. Then he said, "May I?" as he slid it all the way in.
I didn't answer him, because it felt so good.
Pete, whom I remembered as an expert cocksman, knew all of the tricks. He moved it up and down and side to side as it went in and out in long slow strokes. His tongue was in my mouth, my legs were wrapped around him, and my ass was churning against him in perfect rhythm.
I couldn't see Jane, but I knew she was enjoying the scenery. I could hear her as she moaned and kissed Pete's behind, and played with his balls, and I knew she'd have the big dildo hidden someplace up in her vaginal canal....
I was sure ready for a good fuck, after all that girl love, and Pete really gave it to me. I came a couple of times before he got his worked up. Then I felt him growing inside of me, and kicking a little bit, and I knew he was about to blast so I grabbed harder at his cock as it was going out of me, and picked up his new, more urgent tempo, and worked hard at peaking a come to coincide with his.
We hit together and I screamed as I felt that hot fluid clear up there in me. Pete rammed it clear in, and collapsed on me, breathing hard and giving me back my tongue. I kept wiggling against him, getting small orgasms after my big one was over, until he rolled off of me, and held me in his arms. As he squeezed me close, my hand went down, searching for his wonderful cock. I found it. In Jane's mouth.
She looked up at me.
"Help me get this thing hard again. I demand equal time!" she said, and then went back to work.
I kissed Pete, and slid down his body licking all the way. One nipple after the other, his navel, and finally, trying to stay out of Jane's pumping way, his balls, and his asshole.
Jane finally pulled her lips up off a magnificently hard cock.
"Will you screw me from behind while I eat our guest?" she asked Pete. "We don't want her to feel left out, do we?"
"Of course we don't," Pete agreed, and he pulled me up and laid me down on the edge of the bed. My legs parted, automatically, and he ran his tongue up and down my open pussy a couple of times. "Ummmmm ... Good! Good! Delicious!" he enthused.
But Jane was pulling him away...."Fuck me, damn it. Fuck me. Then you can eat pussy the rest of the night...."
She bent over, presenting her beautiful ass, with legs spread and pussy open, to her husband, as she dove, tongue-first, into my sopping cunt. I pulled some pillows under my head so I could watch Pete fuck her, and it was too much. Jane licking and sucking at my pussy, while I watched Pete stroke it clear in and out of her puss. Her beautiful white ass cut figure eights and did other amazing tricks as she sucked all of Pete's come out of me, and made me have three or four more orgasms, as she had hers. I was watching Pete when his eves closed tightly, and his mouth dropped open, and he picked up speed in his rhythm, and built to his explosive climax. Wow! How exciting to watch!
He growled and rammed it clear into Jane's cooze, and folded up over her while he was kicking his hot sperm up into her inner recesses. Jane's tongue was still in my vagina. She kissed it gently as Pete rolled off of her. She rolled off of me, and I laid there for a minute trying to remember every second of the past few hours. They were the most exciting of my life....
"Janey!" I called out.
Her voice was small and tender when she answered. "Yes, darling?"
"You called Pete and told him I was in bed with you, Didn't you?"
"Yes."
"And you told him if he came right home he could help you fuck me, didn't you?"
"Yes," she giggled. "I also told him he could eat you and you would eat him, just like the old days."
"Thank you, Janey. You are a good friend." I meant it.
"Pete and I planned the whole thing last night. I wanted you and so did he, and we knew Phil was out of town, and Pete said you wouldn't mind."
"And I didn't. I never enjoyed anything so much." I got up on an elbow and looked at Pete and Jane, in each other's arms. "Pete, you're a much better lay than you were ten years ago."
Pete grinned. "I've had more practice. You've learned a thing or two too," he said. "Did Janey teach you to eat pussy?"
"Yes. And I thank her for that, too."
"Some student!" Janey jeered. "The fifth lick she knew more than the teacher. There's going to be a lot of cunt lapping going on around here."
"Be my guest," I volunteered. "It's going to be my hobby from now on."
"Am I invited." Pete asked.
"Of course. Actually, Pete, love, you were the first man that ever went down on me. Remember. In your car that night?"
"Yeah. About our third date ... I guess I was the first guy you ever blew too, wasn't I?"
Jane looked hard at me. I shrugged.
"What else could I do after you had kissed my pussy so good?"
"This really is old home week, isn't it? Now. Let's talk about the next move." Jane took over the conversation.
I looked at her incredulously. "There's another one?"
"You bet there is, sweetie. That was part of the deal I made with Pete, before I agreed to seduce you for him."
She looked at Pete, with love, and tenderness.
"There's nothing I wouldn't do to keep my Pete happy, but if he's going to have two cunts to lap, and two girls to fuck, I'm going to have two men to do with as I please, Right, Peter?"
Pete nodded. "Right. You're going to have me and Phil." He looked at me. "Fair enough, Irene?"
It was a shocking idea. I hadn't much doubt that Phil would go for it, if it was handled cleverly enough to let him think it was his idea. What I did doubt was my ability to let another woman share my husband with me. Of course, as Pete said it was "fair enough." I got the use of Pete and the delectable and talented Jane, for lending Jane the occasional use of my husband.
It might be fun watching Phil fuck Jane, she had such a beautiful body, and was so passionate and willing.
"Fair enough, if you can figure out a way to get him into the family without hurting his manly pride. You know Phil. You'll have to be clever. He's eame for anything, as long as he thinks it's his idea. I know he's fond of you, Pete, and he's always talking about how well Jane's stacked."
"Don't worry about the approach, darling. Jane and I have it all figured out. Just invite us to have dinner at your place, next Thursday night. Well all wind up in the sack together...."
They wouldn't tell me any of the details, but they both figured they had a way to trap Phil that was positively fool proof. We went back to bed and fucked and ate and diddled each other until dawn was breaking before any of us went to sleep.
The next morning at ten I woke up with Jane going down on me and Pete slipping his cock into my open mouth. It wasn't a bad way to wake up. I just dug in my heels and parted my legs further, to make it easy for Jane, and started sucking it for Pete. They both appreciated it.
When I finally got home I wondered what was going to happen on Thursday night. I wanted very much for Phil and I to be a part of a four way sex circus with Pete and Jane.
They were old friends, attractive people, and very imaginative in bed. I wasn't afraid of losing Phil to Jane. He'd had her before, but he married me. He didn't have to worry about me and Pete either. We'd run a test before I ever met Phil, and the chemistry wasn't right. It was just a wonderful way to add a new dimension to our sex life. I wanted it. I wanted Jane to make love to, mostly, although the idea of having two men at once was exciting and attractive....
About two o'clock I called Jane and told her I wanted to help in any way I could. She giggled and said they'd let me know what was to be done. Then she asked me if I wanted to come over for a fist game of you know what. I did, very badly, but I told her I had to go to the airport to pick Phil up. And that was the truth. I just wished I had called earlier. Damn it.
I got out my vibrator and my candle and played with myself to orgasm, wishing I had that beautiful dildo of Jane's. My beloved candle, with the head so carefully carved onto it by Phil, seemed cold and hard and foreign.
CHAPTER THREE
My preparations for Thursday night were thorough and exciting. I was so impatient. All day long I thought about what Phil's reactions were going to be to Jane's attempts to seduce him. I knew it would be up to Jane. Pete couldn't very well be the promoter.
I stripped and studied myself in the mirror, comparing my lovely equipment to Jane's. My tits were prettier and larger and had bigger nipples. Phil loved them dearly. I had nothing to worry about there. I bounced them around until they stood up and stuck their nipples out at me. I rubbed my fingers gently over the nipples, and got hot as a stove. My hand went to my pussy and aroused my clit. I knew I was going to have all the sex I wanted that night, so I forced myself to stop masturbating and continued the assessment of my assets.
Jane had a little boy's behind. Round and firm but narrow-hipped. My buttocks were fuller, more feminine. One thing I knew: Phil loved my behind, perhaps best of all. He spent blissful minutes with his nose in between them while he licked my asshole every time we made love.
We had a regular routine. I thought about it while I was getting ready for my bath. Phil would unzip my dress, and putt it down around my hips. He'd unhook my bra, and play with and suck my lovely tits for a while. Then he would undress while I rushed out of my clothes, and laid down on the bed on my face. He was always closed behind me, and I do mean behind. He'd nip at my buttocks with his teeth for a while, and then he'd move his tongue into the crack between them, teasing me for a few minutes before he finally homed in on my asshole. Once he got his tongue up in there he stayed anchored for awhile. He loved to lick it, and force his tongue up into it, and I loved having him do it. It really set me off. Sometimes I'd cheat and put one of my hands down between my legs and aggravate my clit while he was building up my sexual desires by licking away at my throbbing anus. Sometimes I would save it all for Phil, disciplining myself. I always knew my clitoris was going to get all of the attention it needed from that laving tongue now busy elsewhere, and from Phil's big eight inch cock.
When I was about to lose my mind from having my asshole licked I would get up on my knees and push back at his tongue, and yell, "Now I'll make love to you."
We would exchange places. Phil would lay down on his face, with his legs spread apart and I'd lick his asshole. I loved doing it just as much as he did. Don't ask me why. It was just thrilling. His ass always bounced around while I was doing it to him. He kept telling me how much he loved it, and begging me to put it into him deeper. When he really got going he'd reach back and spread the cheeks of his ass with both hands so I could get my tongue into his little round hole. He couldn't take much of that. It was too good. He'd jam back against me, twirling his ass and yelling, "That's enough!", and he'd turn over. I'd crawl on top of him for a game of sixty-nine.
I'd long ago learned how to suck Phil right up to the point of climax, and then pull off. Drove him right out of his little mind. He knew why I did it. I wanted his first orgasm to gush way up in my pussy. And his second. His third was fine for my throat, and he was always good for three. He was a past master at cunt-lapping. He played my clitoris like a violin, using his teeth, and his lips and, most of all, his always hot and indefatigable tongue.
After I'd had a couple of drenching comes we'd go into the next phase. I'd get up on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed with my knees spread, and offer my throbbing and slippery cunt to Phil's aggravated and ready cock. After years of trying other positions we'd settled for this one as our favorite, because Phil liked to watch that long, fat, slop-nosed monster of his as it went in and out of my grasping pussy, and I liked the jolting pleasure of that extra inch he could get into me that way.
There's a lot to be said for old fashioned fucking, if it's done with loving care. I've had all kinds of things up in there, like baloneys, which are great, and cucumbers, which are warty and exciting, and candles, tailor made some of them, and that big rubber dildo of Jane's but nothing feels quite as good as a prick. It's alive, and throbbing and silky, and designed for the purpose. Usually, in the kneeling position, I'd hold my vibrator against my clit, while Phil was plunging away at me, and I'd have almost ceaseless orgasms.
When I had just about worn myself out, and Phil had come a couple of times I'd roll him off of me, and suck him off while I played with myself with my favorite candle, or anything else that was handy, and my trusty vibrator. Under those conditions fellatio, as it is fashionably called, is real rewarding. It usually took Phil about five minutes to work up his third come, and I wouldn't have cared if it took him a half hour. I love the feel of a good stiff cock down my throat, and the taste of a man's sperm. It really gives me a feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment when I make a man jet spray my tonsils with that hot, salty, thick, delicious nectar.
While I was reviewing all of this past action I was showering and rubbing myself down with scented oil, and powdering every inch of me, with special attentions to all of the strategic places. I was going to be the sweetest smelling squeaky-cleanest girl in the game when the action started. I knew Jane was doing exactly the same things, but I still thought I was better.
Pete and Jane came over a little bit early, and gave me my instructions. They were simple and to the point. Jane looked delicious in pale pink. I ran my hand up her leg and discovered that she wasn't wearing panties. I ran my finger up in her a little way and she smiled at me, sexily. I was all beady eyed and nervous.
"Cool it, Irene," Jane advised me. "You're all charged up like a college sophomore on her first date. Settle down so Phil won't know he's being framed."
I took a tranquilizer with my next martini, and tried to act like what was going to happen was as big a secret to me as it was to Phil.
The dinner was ready to be served when Phil breezed in, kissed me, patted Jane on her very desirable behind, and shook hands with Pete. The lamb to the slaughter. Thank God he was in good humor. He'd had a good day. We all had a couple of drinks. Phil had doubles to catch up. He was feeling no pain when the maid served the delicious dinner, with wine, and lots of it.
There was a lot of sexy conversation at the dinner table. Most of it directed to Jane, by Phil, whom I'd always known was the greatest vocal lay in the state.
Jane reacted blushingly, and Pete laughed at all of Phil's double-entendre remarks, and things went swimmingly. Alice, my cute little black maid came in for her share of Phil's sexual kidding and took it good naturedly. She was a real doll and I always thought Phil would like to give her a ride. As a matter-of-fact I often wondered whether he had or not.
After dinner I told Alice to rinse and stack the dishes in the machine and go on home. She appreciated it. I knew why. She had a big tall handsome coffee-colored friend waiting for her. Named Joe. I'd been known to look at Joe the way Phil looked at Alice. Longingly.
After dinner we all went into the living room, with our after dinner drinks, and sat around discussing ways of spending the evening. This was the pregnant moment.
"Let's play penny ante poker!" Jane suggested.
Phil and I both knew Pete hated to play poker with Jane. She liked wild cards and weird games. Pete was a straight five card man, draw or stud, with an occasional game of Seven Toed Pete.
Pete shrugged and shook his head.
"The only kind of poker I play with dames is strip poker!" he announced, adamantly.
Jane surprised Phil, and nobody else, when she agreed. "All right. Let's play strip poker. I'm game."
Pete looked properly shocked, but Phil, the pigeon, thought it was a great idea. That's exactly what he was supposed to think. Pete looked over at me, worried about my reaction, for Phil's benefit.
'I'm just as game as Jane is, and I play poker a lot better. Let's get started," I blushed and said.
Phil charged into the guest closet like a fire horse. He came out with the card table and set it up in record time. He knew what a lousy poker player Jane was, and he wanted a look at all those goodies.
Well. You must know how sexy a game of strip poker is between half drunk people at the height of their sexual powers. Jane was bare titted at the end of the third hand. She lost her skirt and shoes on the next one, betting like an idiot into a full house. Phil was hot eyed and excited as he shuffled for the next deal. So was I. So was Pete. And so, most of all, was little Jane. She sat there in her stockings and her string of pearls, her tits on display, her nipples standing up like little red raspberries, and said she'd get well on the next hand.
I'd done my share of losing, too, according to Pete's master game plan. My tits were swinging, but I still had my pants and my skirt and one stocking on. I felt Pete's eyes bouncing looks off my beautiful boobs like baseballs, and I was anxious for the action to start.
Phil dealt the cards. Jane was excited with her hand. She opened with her stockings, and everybody stayed. Phil raised with his shirt, and I dropped out. Jane called with her pearls. Asked for two cards. Pete dropped out. It was head and head poker between the old master, Phil, and the entirely nude neophyte, Jane.
Phil picked up his hand, and looked at it, poker face.
He'd matched Jane's draw, with two cards. Jane didn't have anything to bet, and the game should have been over, but she made a new rule.
"I've got this hand locked. I'll bet my beautiful white body against your pants, Phillip," she chortled.
"You've got a bet," Phil called, "and I raise with my socks."
Jane looked at her hand again, and smiled grimly. What an actress.
"I'll call you, and if I lose I'll masturbate on the dining room table for the group. All the way. I think that should be considered a call and a raise."
"Right," Phil agreed. "I call with my shorts."
He stood up and slid out of his jockey shorts, and exposed his hard as a rock penis, waving brazenly, before he sat down again.
Jane looked at it, hypnotically. "I call. If I lose I'll go down on you."
Phil accepted the offer, and laid down three Kings. Jane sighed and threw her hand away.
"I lose," she muttered.
She got down on her knees and started crawling toward Phil. He looked at me in a panic.
I shrugged and grinned. "You won it fair and square, I think you should make her pay off."
Phil looked at Pete. Pete was grumpy, but he was game.
"I hate welchers," he said. "Sock it to her."
Phil was ungentlemanly in his anxiety to collect that fixed bet. Jane had his big pole in her hand, ready to swallow it, but he made her crawl after him while he made himself comfortable on the sofa. Jane was drooling by the time she finally kissed the head of it reverently, and slid it into her mouth and down her throat.
Pete winked at me, and I knew we had it made. We went close where we could watch Jane's sucking mouth bob up and down on Phil's twitching lance. Phil sure didn't give a damn what Pete and I did. His mind was all taken up by what Jane was doing to him.
Pete stripped off what few clothes he had on and sat down on the couch next to Phil. I slipped out of my panties and other emblems of civilization and kneeled in front of him. I don't ever remember being that hot before. Just the idea of sucking a stranger's cock in front of my husband was thrilling. Not that he was going to be paying any attention. His eyes were closed, his mouth was open, his ass was slapping up at Jane's pumping lips. I might as well have been on the moon. There was only one way for me to get even, and my mouth was watering to try.
I held Pete's lovely thing in my hand for a moment while my tongue started at his balls and lapped hotly all of the way up to the big purple knobbed head of it. It was really a beauty. I put the head of it inside of my lips, and nibbled at it with my teeth while I bounced Pete's balls around in my hand, and squeezed them gently. I slid my hot wet tongue over the end of him, and tasted the little pearls of come seeping out of his blind eye. It was delicious.
The liquid sounds of oral sex going on so close to us had Pete and me both excited. I dove down on his cock just as he drove it up at me. Oh. It did feel good as it made its way down my throat, past my palate, past my tonsils, way down. I held it there for a moment before I started pumping. I contracted and released my trained throat muscles against the throbbing sides and head of that beautiful prick, and Pete reacted just fine.
Each of his hands grabbed a handful of my hair, and he pulled me in closer, and held me there until he damned near smothered me. You can't breath with a throat full of cock. A fact which did not in the least interest Pete. He just liked what my throat was doing to him. I finally managed to clear it out past my tonsils, and started breathing again just before I turned blue in the face. Pete was twitching and groaning and pulling my hair, and I forgot my husband was being sucked off right next to me.
I set up my bobbing head in rhythm with Pete's twitching, all the way in on every stroke, all the way out. My tongue keeping slimy time like a metronome as it laved back and forth on the sensitive areas on the underside of Pete's monster. No two girls suck cocks with exactly the same techniques, because it is pretty much a learn as you go procedure. I knew I was giving Pete new thrills. If I had been thinking I would have known that Jane was doing the same thing to what I had always hoped was my own private organ.
Spit dribbled down my chin as I devoted myself to Pete's complete pleasure. When my tongue felt the first spasms of Pete's first orgasm I started bobbing my head faster, and sucked so hard I could feel my cheeks hollow. They didn't stay hollow long. About three strokes with this new pressure and Pete blew his nuts off in my throat.
I raised my head up before he choked me to death and took the rest of his hot salty sperm in my mouth. My cheeks filled out trying to contain it as he came faster than I could gulp it down. Spurt after hot spurt. Man! Pete was a comer! And I was glad because my mouth has a passion for the taste of that stuff. I've never been able to get enough of it.
I kept Pete in my mouth until I'd drained the last drop of come out of him. He was thrashing around like a freshly hooked marlin. I finally let him pull it out of my mouth, and held it in my hand and kissed it with respect and passion. I'd completely forgotten there was an interested audience until I heard Phil and Jane applauding my performance.
I turned and bowed at my husband and his cocksucker. "Thank you," I said. "Now what would you like me to do as an encore?"
Jane had that all figured out.
"While the totally destructible boys rebuild their tissues how about playing a game of sixty-nine with me?" she suggested.
I had to act coy. I didn't know how Phil would react to the idea of me eating pussy, no matter how much he loved it.
"Yeah!" my darling husband enthused. "Eat her, honey. I want to watch." He turned to Pete, grinning, "Lucky us, with our own stag show, hush?"
Old Pro Pete was all for it too. Jane was excited. She laid down on the floor with a pillow under her cute little ass and started grinding and holding her arms out to me.
"New girl on top," she cooed.
Maybe I overplayed it, for a dame who had been eaten as often as I had been, but nobody's perfect.
"I don't know what to do!" I said, as I squatted over Jane's reaching tongue, and prepared to dive into her bubbling cunt.
There was restrained laughter from Janey and the men, but I smothered Janey's with my open muff, and ground it against her ravenous lips. Her stiff tongue darted up my open crack and found my clitoris. Her lips closed around it and sucked it passionately. The acting was over. I started my tongue on her throbbing asshole and took that long lick up the track to her clit, and grabbed it in my teeth, and started sucking it. Janey had been playing with herself while she was sucking Phil off. I knew that the minute I started sucking her. Her cunt was full of girl come, which I swallowed, gratefully, while I went about creating some more. Sucking, and nipping, and licking, and swallowing.
I felt Jane's finger searching out my asshole, and made it immediately available to her. Her finger entered me. Wow! I found her anus, and rammed my finger into it, and she bounced up after all of it, just as I had bounced down. We both of us moved our fingers in and out of our respective assholes in rhythm with the pattern of our bobbing attacks on each other's pussies. Janey came in my mouth just as I blew in hers. Janey, like her husband, was a very big corner. I sucked it out of her and swallowed it by the gallon. In the meantime I was just about drowning her. Eating pussy for an audience is an exciting thing. Our husbands were lying beside us, watching and coaching endlessly. I could feel Pete's hot breath tickling the hairs on my pussy as Janey did her best to drive me out of my mind, and I knew Janey was having the same thrill from my loyal husband's close attentions to my tonguing techniques.
After my passionate partner in Lesbian ecstasy and I had come a few times we quit the exercise by mutual consent. We didn't want to let the boys get too far ahead of us.
We switched husbands for some old fashioned fucking. Janey liked it flat on her back with her legs scissored around the waist of her male fuckee. That was fine with Phil. He mounted her and rode away. It was fine with me because I bent over and guided Pete's big hard thing into the maw of my burning twat, and had an excellent view of my husband fucking hell out of a red hot, svelt, eagerly bucking blonde. Wow! Watching them was almost as exciting as that big cock of Pete's was, spearing up to the very end of my red velvet lined sexual cavity on every stroke. I'd developed a corkscrew twist on the out strokes, during my years of practicing in this position with Phil, that really drove Pete up the wall. He and Phil were both grunting and groaning. Jane and I, more refined, were keeping up an endless plea for deeper penetration, and an equally loud series of announcements of our intentions of coming. It was a very good thing our house was in a secluded neighborhood, with plenty of grounds. If we'd been operating in an apartment the vice squad would have been there in ten minutes.
After about five minutes of frantic fucking, Pete yelled, "I'm coming, honey. Milk me. Milk me. Grab me ... Now!"
So I lowered the boom on him by closing my little twat's trained grabber, and really giving him the suckingest come he ever had. He screamed like an eagle! I kept putting on the pressure and bucking back and forth on his spasming rod until he didn't have anymore to give. I was looking back, watching his shaking knees when he pulled out of me, with my permission, and staggered backward clear across the room to a fortunately placed chair. I stayed there, bent over and rotating my ass as my loving husband shot his wad into the demanding, soupy vagina of my lady friend. They were both moaning and panting obscene remarks, and it was a most enjoyable exhibition.
As soon as Phil pulled his dripping cock out of Janey I was down between her legs sucking the combined man and woman come out of her twitching twat. I don't know where I got the idea, but it was a good one. I sucked her dry, while she kept begging me to stop, and pulling my head in tighter against her squirming, sopping cunt.
When I had swallowed all I could get out of her, Jane demanded equal time, so I took her place spread out on the sofa, while she got between my legs and sucked the stuff life's made of all out of me.
I finished off and fell back, on the sofa, satiated. Everything Jane had told me about multiple sex was true! It brought back thrills I hadn't experienced since I had, in high school, discovered the joys of mutual masturbation with selected boys. A new frontier. I looked over at my husband, Phil, the man in whose honor this gala affair had been so carefully planned. Damned if he wasn't hard again, and looking with bit hot eyes at Jane as she sat sprawled, wide open, on the floor. My eyes travelled to Pete, and he was ready, staring at me. We'd started a game of musical chairs.
"From the looks of you guys you've something in mind," I said, somewhat caustically. "Can you think of anything we haven't done to each other?"
Phil had the answer. "I was just thinking how relaxing it would be for all of us to take our places in a nice leisurely daisy chain," he mused.
It sounded like a good idea at that. Up to now everything had been frantically athletic. Just a nice easy, no pressure, daisy chain sounded like a nice change of pace.
I'm sure Jane thought so, too, because she stayed flat on her back on the floor, her arms outspread, along with her legs, and whimpered, "Let's go!"
I could have killed Phil for being so speedy in getting his fat head in between Jane's legs, and his hard and questing tongue up her flue. At least he was at the right angle. I rolled over to where I could put Phil's suddenly immortal cock in my mouth, and raised my legs so Pete could get his sleek head in between them, and still fit his ambitiously throbbing tool between the lips of his tireless wife.
Actually this round was about the most enjoyable of all. We all knew that it was the finale, and there was no hurry, and no one was going to take the object of our affections away from us.
It was nice to have Pete eating me. He was gentle and efficient and had a pointed, wet and tireless tongue. He had a few tricks, as every competent cuntlapper has. He had a way of sucking the clitoris and all the soft pink lips around it up into his mouth, and pulling steadily away at it while he gently titillated the quivering head of the clit with his tongue. I liked that. It made me come, and come, and come.
I laid there, gasping, and whimpering, and coming, while I sucked Phil's old familiar cock with love and devotion. I knew what he liked, and when he liked it, and I gave him the best I had because I loved him for going along with the rest of us tonight. He could have ruined everything, if he hadn't been so curious about what Jane would look like naked. Damn him.
I felt as though my whole insides were liquifying and pouring out of the mouth of my cunt into Pete's sucking lips. I knew I'd never be able to get to my feet again. He was really draining me. My clit was so sensitive that his gentle tongue felt like a sledge hammer every time it assaulted it. I could hear him choking and swallowing as I continued to pour out feminine joy juice in big spurts.
Then, suddenly I started choking and gulping myself. Phil, whose plump little buttocks had been twirling like a top as I did my duty to his pole, started gushing while he was clear down my throat. I'd been so preoccupied with what I was giving Pete that I hadn't noticed the infallible signs of an approaching climax signalled by my husband's pre-orgasm spasms. I moved my head up quickly, and managed to avoid death by drowning by taking all but the first hot spurtings of him in my mouth. I tried to swallow it as fast as he shot it at me, but some of it still ran out of the corners of my mouth. I hated to lose it, and, after I'd let him go, I sneakily recaptured it with my long tired tongue and swallowed every drop.
We all finished at about the same time, in about the same condition. Pooped. I was sure glad I was home. Poor Pete and Jane. They had to get up and get dressed and walk out to their car and drive three blocks. It didn't seem possible they'd have the strength.
Pete, always the bon vwant, kissed each of my tits and my pussy a lingering goodbye before a very tired and very happy Jane led him out of our front door, and helped him into the car.
After they were gone, Phil sat down on the sofa and looked at me, all spread out, lewdly, on the thick pile of the carpet.
"How about that for a different evening?" he asked. "I loved it," I told him, weakly. "It was the most exciting thing that's happened to us in years."
"Yeah," Phil agreed. "You feel any ... guilt about it?"
"No. Do you?"
"No. It just happened, that's all. Jane's a lousy poker player, and we're all glad."
"Am I a better cocksucker than she is?" I asked him.
"Are you kidding. You're the world's champion. Is Pete better at eating pussy than I am?"
He was serious. I could have made some comment on a difference in styles and techniques but I didn't think he'd want to hear them.
"You know you're the best. We trained each other. Also you're better at fucking than Pete is, although I think he's got about a half inch on you. How about Jane?"
"All the time I was humping her I was thinking how much harder you try to make me happy with it. Jane is only interested in getting her gun off. And she can't milk it like you can with your grabber. At least she didn't. You're the best at everything, because you and I love each other. Right?"
"Sure. You're trying to make me happy, and I'm trying to make you happy, and while we're at it we make each other happy. That's the name of the game."
I really meant that.
Phil sighed, "I'm glad it happened, aren't you?"
"I sure am," I told him. "We just added a new dimension to our love life, that's all. They're good people, and our friends, and they love fucking as much as we do, so I hope we have at it at least once a week as group therapy."
"So do I," Phil sighed. "The way I feel right now it's going to take me a week to get ready for them."
We helped each other up the stairs to our bedroom. We were both glad we didn't have to get undressed. We fell into bed, and into a big clinch.
Phil started laughing, and I asked him what was so funny.
"I'll bet you Jane's beautiful body that she and Pete had the same conversation we did on the way home. 'Was I better than him?' 'Yeah! Was I better than her?' Can't you just hear them?"
I could, but it didn't keep me awake. I slept like I'd been hit on the head with a rock.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next weekend Jane and Pete were smarter. They invited us to their house for the orgy. This time everybody knew what was going to happen as soon as the maid left, so we all drank a lot, and ate in a hurry, and were stark naked and choosing up partners when the maid drove out of the driveway.
I had fond memories of that big soft pink rubber dildo of Jane's. When I talked with her that afternoon, making plans for the night's festivities, I asked her to introduce it sometime early in the evening.
"What in Heaven's name do you want with an imitation prick when we're blessed with two such wonderful live ones?" Jane asked.
"We can use it while we're doing the girl-girl bit," I told her. "And it might come in handy at other times. Besides I want Phil to see it so he'll buy me one just like it."
Jane knew I masturbated every afternoon while I was waiting for the mail to be delivered, so that made sense. Nobody could stay in love with a stiff hard candle after they had tried that mind bender of hers.
One of my fondest memories of that night was the time I spent with that dildo and Jane's vibrator working in my vagina and on my clit, while Phil was on one tit and Pete was on the other and Jane was licking my asshole. It was so great Jane wanted to try it, and we added the act to our bag of tricks as a permanent thing.
It also inspired Pete to get out his prized Polaroid color camera that took pictures in almost any light, by remote control, so the four of us could be recorded for posterity in that obscene action. The picture was great. We all loved it. We got another one starring Janey with the dildo and the vibrator and people making moist love to both of her tits and her asshole. The funny part of the pictures was the way everybody cheated so their faces would be toward the camera. Pure ham, all of us.
For the rest of that sex party, the camera was the star.
Instead of yelling, "I'm coming. Please don't stop." Jane kept yelling, "I'm coming. Take my picture. Somebody take my picture!"
We got pictures of Pete eating me, Pete fucking me (dog-fashioned so both of our faces would show), me eating Pete, me eating Jane, me eating Phil, Phil eating me, Jane eating Phil, Jane eating me, Phil fucking Jane, Pete fucking me while I went down on Phil. Phil fucking Jane while Jane went down on Pete. Pete fucking me while I went down on Jane. Phil fucking Jane while she went down on me ... endless combinations of four mouths, two pricks, two cunts and a dildo in erotic action. We sat around, naked, hanging on to each other's sensitive parts and looking at every picture as it was ripped out of the camera. It was exciting, and rewarding. Something we could keep forever to remind us of that wonderful evening.
The boys took dozens of nudes of Jane and me, arty nudes, in Playboy poses. Lewd nudes, close up of our breasts and cunts. Kissing nudes with our hands on each other's buttocks, squeezing our tits together. Sexy nudes of us sucking each other's tits. Any pose anybody could think of had immediate volunteers.
Finally, when Pete ran out of film, we had fourty-eight very candid shots of our little group in action. We sat around studying them and making remarks about them, and admiring them.
Actually we were four very extraordinarily talented people for this kind of pictures. The boys were both tall and athletic and heavy hung, the girls stacked and beautiful.
It occurred to me first that we'd all been starred in a lot of pictures, but we hadn't really accomplished much, sexually. I called the attention of the others to the fact that neither one of the boys had had an orgasm, and that I for one, hadn't been properly fucked. Every time we got going good somebody would snap a picture and we'd all stop to look at it. I bent over the bed and presented my beautiful rotating white ass to the first man to reach it.
It was Pete, of course, which was alright with me. About ten seconds later Jane was bent over at my side, and Phil was ramming her. Jane turned her face to me and stuck out her tongue. I reached over and tried to swallow it. Wow! We swapped spit all through that wonderful ride, and leaned on one hand and played with each other's titties with the other. It was too much. It may not sound like it, but just having a girl's smart tongue in your mouth while you're getting screwed by a heavy hung man is really something. The boys changed places in the middle of the action without hardly missing a beat, and it's amazing how much difference it made. They were both about the same size, their cocks, I mean, and you'd think they'd feel about the same up in there, but you'd think wrong. They were both good, but they did it different. I didn't know which technique I liked best, but I liked having them change off and so did Jane. We talked about it later.
After the boys got off in us, Jane and I played a game of sixty-nine, with her on top because it was her house. Oh ... I love that game. I don't know whether it's the taste of cunt, or the smell of cunt, or the look of cunt, but there's something about the combination that really sends me around the bend. Jane's got that cute little behind, and having it right in my face where I can watch every move is a kick in itself. I can always tell when Jane's about to come because her asshole starts spasming. It gives me a chance to get ready for the deluge, because that girl is really a gusher.
After Jane and I had our jollies we sucked the boys for a while, and then changed into a daisy chain formation, with each of the guys going down on his friend's wife, so his own wife could have the honor of sucking her husband's cock. That's what they said, anyway.
That just about wrapped the sex up for that particular orgy. We all just sat around, naked, and looked at the pictures and played with each other, and laughed and drank.
Pete hesitantly brought up the fact that he knew where there was going to be an orgy. Phil jumped on it....
"A real orgy. ... With lots of naked people?" he asked, immediately interested.
"Yeah. A real orgy. Fifteen couples of beautiful people. Hundred dollars a couple and pick out any hole in anyone. This friend of mine's got a friend that's promoting it. The people all have to be young and beautiful. The dames that is."
"Naturally that's what you'd check into. How about the guys?"
"Nobody but young studs, from what this guy tells me. He sure as hell is one. He goes to these things all the time."
"What happens at them?" I asked. "I keep hearing about orgies, but I never knew anybody lucky enough to go to one...."
"What happens is everybody shows up at a regular cocktail party. Dressed and everything. Then the lights go out, after everybody has had a chance to circulate, and when they come back on everybody's naked."
"Wow!" Jane's eyes were glistening. "Who's in charge of the pairing up?"
"From what this guy tells me a pair would be considered square as a bear. Three, four ... six. Any number can play. You see a group you like you go to the end of the line and join it. He was telling me about one dame he saw taking five guys at a time. One in her mouth, one in her cunt one in her ass, and one in each hand!"
That got to me. I figured it out. It could be done, I thought. Busy busy busy.
"Are the four of us pretty enough to qualify?" I asked. "I'd like to go and watch, even if I didn't get to take on five men at once, which sounds pretty exciting."
Phil was kind of frowning at me, and smart Jane, always on the ball, said, "I don't know whether I want to go or not. All those young beautiful young college girls around, naked and steaming. Pete would lose his mind."
Phil wasn't frowning any more. I could see in his mind. Pictures of all kinds of lewd girls, who looked like Playboy centerfolds, opening up their legs, and their mouths to him.
"Sounds like a gas. Can you cut us in, Pete?"
"I don't know. I didn't think the rest of you'd go for it."
"I'll go if you want to Pete, and if Irene and Phil will go with us."
Jane had played it just right. She was watering at the mouth thinking of all those strange new young cocks, and those pretty pussies. So was I.
"I can try to call the guy," Pete said, going to his pants and getting his wallet. "I think I've got his home number here."
While Pete was gone making the telephone call, Jane shuddered and said, "If we go to that party I'm going to go down on half the men, and fuck the other half. I may never have smorgasbord but once in my life!"
Phil grinned at her. "Irene'll probably be your biggest competition. She's always been too much for one man."
"I'm just going to watch the rest of you make fools of yourselves." I tried to sound like I meant it.
Jane hooted.
"You're going to go this place, and strip, in the middle of a couple dozen naked, horny people, and just watch? With those tits, and that ass. Somebody'll have it into you so fast you won't know what happened. Maybe two of them. How you going to keep the dames away? You are dainty eating pussy, Irene, old friend. Don't go unless you're ready for action!"
I had every intention of being ready for action, all I could get, from men women and children. Phil knew that. And I knew that about Phil. He was watching the door for Pete's return, practically holding his breath.
Pete came back, red in the face and grinning like a tiger.
"All set, and it's tomorrow night. Big house out in Grandview. Real privacy. We'll make seventeen couples. I had to guarantee that the three of you would be beautiful and uninhibited."
"We won't let you down!" Jane guaranteed.
"I'll do my best for you, Pete," I promised him. "Fifteen new men to work my way through. Wow!"
We went home soon after that. To get a good night's sleep for the next night's action. Phil and I talked almost all of the rest of the night, making promises about how we wouldn't be jealous of each other no matter what happened.
The next day poor old Phil had to go to the office for what was probably the longest work day of his life. I stayed in bed until noon, masturbating with my new dildo and my vibrator and having fantasies about what the night was going to be like.
Jane called and talked my arm off. We both decided we'd just wear dresses and shoes so we could get naked faster, and not have so much to put back on before we started our fucked-out way home.
Pete and Jane picked Phil and me up so we'd only have one car. We were all four of us keyed up and bright eyed. Nobody chickened. Jane asked me if Phil had made any rules and I told her we had decided it was every man for himself. Pete chimed in that he and Jane had the same deal. They didn't want to see each other from the time they got to the house until closing. Great. Phil and I hadn't thought of that but it was a good idea.
The party place was an old mansion, set in park-like grounds. There were security guards on the outside. Pete showed our credentials and we were passed in. Panting and bug-eyed.
Well. We walked into this very proper cocktail party. Everybody standing around with a drink in their hand making small talk, moving from group to group, looking over the merchandise. We split up as soon as we got inside, according to plan. I took a Martini off a tray and started hunting. The men were all young and beautiful. I was in a group of six, two other gorgeous girls and three men, when the lights went out. I skinned out of my dress. I was naked, impatient for the lights to go back on.
When they went back on the same group was together, except we were all nude. The young guy standing next to me, he was only about twenty-one, had a beautiful hardon. I decided to break the ice so I dropped down to my knees and tried to swallow it. ... I've never been a snob.
Before I had finished the first stroke the cute little red head with the pretty figure I had my eye on for later had worked her head between my legs and was eating me like an ice cream cone. Wow! Was she an artist! Must have gone to an Eastern finishing school. She tongued from my asshole to my clit in one long lick, and then took it all in her mouth and sucked like an unweaned baby, her hands clutching my grinding buttocks like if she let go she'd fall ten stories.
The young guy I was going down on was a typical All American boy. He grabbed a handful of hair and ran my head back and forth on that rock-hard kid cock of his while he looked around the room for who he wanted to do next.
I could have killed him. As a matter-of-fact I almost did. He was a rabbit type who came gallons before I was ready to pop for the redhead who was so devotedly eating me. I just swallowed and kept on pumping. He tried to pull me away, and I bit him, just enough to let him know I meant business. I got a couple of gushing orgasms in, which damned near drowned the coughing, sputtering redhead, before he sprayed my tonsils again. I let him go. He didn't even say thank you.
I looked back over my shoulder with the intention of playing sixty-nine with my redhead, but there was a guy laying sideways across her, pushing her lovely legs up in the air and fucking hell out of her while she manipulated her lovely clitoris with the middle finger of her right hand and ate me with abandon.
I was trapped. I couldn't just get up and walk away like that damn kid did. She was doing me too good. But I could look around and choose my next partner. I didn't have much of a chance to look, really, because another young guy came along and shoved his big hard thing down my throat. I was coming on just about every lick by that time so I couldn't give too much thought to artistically sucking that beautiful pole of his, but he didn't care. He just stood there with his hands on my head and fucked me down the throat, snorting dirty words and moaning. He didn't even miss a stroke after his first orgasm. He just spurted away and kept on pumping.
My little readhead was in orgasm, gasping and yelling, "Don't stop now. Jesus Christ. I'm coming. I'm hitting."
I knew she was because her tongue was up in me and she was sucking my back teeth out.
My cocksman had his second come, some of which ran out of my mouth and dripped down on my tits because he was so young and full of jism, and pulled out, after I'd drained him. He was gentleman enough to smile and kiss me on the head and thank me.
The redhead was pushing my ass up off her face and I was glad. I didn't want to spend my whole fortune in one place. Namely her mouth. I got up on my knees and let her pull out from under me. She was glassy eyed from her orgasm. I kissed her and thanked her, and she put her tongue in my mouth, and squeezed my tits and said I had been wonderful. I told her I'd see her later, after she rested for awhile. I wanted to play sixty-nine with her. She said she'd mind me.
Another young stud came along and laid me on my back and crawled on for a ride to the end of the line, which he reached on the first stroke. The redhead got down on my tongue while the man was doing me? I told her I wouldn't, so she begged the young man's pardon, and mounted my tongue with her little pink lipped, red-fringed pussy wide open, and dripping man come.
Everything you ever heard about redheads being passionate is true. That kid started coming on about the third lick and never stopped. Her darling little, snow-white round buttocks twirled and ground, and quivered, and she kept up a running commentary on how great I was, and what I should do....
"Ohhhhh! You're wonderful. Eat me! Eat me! Ohhhhh! Nobody ever did me this good before....Ohhhhh! Suck! Suck! I'm coming! Suck me a good one! Ohhhhh you're so wonderful ... Ohhh ... Lick! Lick! Put it up in me! In and out! In and out! Lick it!"
She was having a ball. I opened my eyes once in awhile just to see the look of utter ecstasy on her face, and to watch her pert firm little tits bounce around as she went through her contortions.
While all of this excitement was going on in my face there was a very talented man fucking me, remember, and getting to me on every stroke. Right to that magic spot. Unerring and hard nosed. I wasn't in any position to give orders and compliments like my little eating-pussy was, but I sure felt like it. A couple of times when I wasn't swallowing the stream of come that gushed out of my friend, I felt like yelling "You're wonderful!", but he probably couldn't have heard me anyway, with all of the noise there was around us.
I'll tell you something about gang fucking. Nobody had any inhibitions. Doesn't that make you wonder about people? They'll all do things in front of a room full of strangers they wouldn't do in their own bedroom. I'll tell you something else. Oral sex is a hell of a lot more popular than old fashioned. Everybody was eating everybody. Just a few of the guys were interested in fucking, and still fewer of the girls.
The man who was laying me started grunting and jumping around in me so I gave him more attention until he sprayed my womb full of sperm and collapsed. My ass was sore from gyrating around on that thick carpet. I wondered if I'd have mat burns.
When my third man of the night finally kissed each of my tits, and thanked me for the best fuck he'd ever had, I pushed the redhead up and back. She sat there on my tits, still squirming and coming. Her eyes glassy.
"I'm sorry honey," I told her. "I have to get up. That guy nearly screwed me through the rug."
She got up on her wobbly knees and helped me to my feet, sort of coming half way back to this world.
"Oh, thank you so much," she said, sincerely. "You did me so good!"
"You did me good too, honey, and I loved eating you. You're beautiful, and the most passionate girl in the world."
She smiled and nodded, "I know. Isn't it awful!"
She wandered away. A lovely brunette wandered by and kissed my breasts and played with them while she asked me, "Sixty-nine?"
I shook my head, smiling. "I just had it."
She moved on toward a group of five who had formed a daisy chain. Three girls and two men. There would be an opening for her there.
I saw Jane bending over and eating a young chick who had her legs spread over the arms of a chair, while some stud screwed her dog fashion. Janey was having fun.
Two sharp young guys, a blonde, and a brunette, both of them well hung and hard, each grabbed an arm.
"Want to come upstairs with us?" they asked.
I went along. As we were climbing up the stairway, I saw Phil. He was playing sixty-nine with about a seventeen year old kid, all arms and legs. He always like them young.
The three of us stopped at the head of the stairs and looked down into the living room. Wall to wall sex. In the chairs, on the sofas, on the floor, standing up, in small groups and large ... The only single couple I saw was Phil and his child slave.
These cats knew the house. They made all of the parties there. We went into a bedroom and closed the door, cutting out all the mewlings and yellings and thuddings I'd become used to. I had a cock in each hand and tired as I was I was planning on wearing them both out.
The boys laid me on the bed and went to work on me. One on each side. One started at my head, and one at my feet, and they were thorough. The guy at my feet sucked every toe, individually. The guy at my head started at my eyes, and flutter kissed my face all over. Wow! Artists ... While they were kissing and sucking and licking they were rubbing me all over, gently ... and nipping at me with their teeth.
They met at my pussy, and my legs flew apart, straight up in the air. I was all ready again. I had a cock in each hand and a home for each of them. No more delay, please!
They turned me over and did my back. They found erogenous zones I didn't even know I had! When they met again at my buttocks I reared it up at them, and they took turns pleasuring my asshole.
When I couldn't stand that anymore they stood me up on my knees on the bed, and the blonde laid down in front of me, with a leg on each side of me, and his cock standing up like a flag pole. I took his big balls in my hand and bounced them while I licked up and down his staff for awhile. I knew how to tease too.
The guy behind me was through teasing. I felt that long thin, velvety prick of his as it slid into my well opened cunt and drove right down to the bottom of it in one stroke. I bucked and yelped, which is not easy to do with a mouthful of delicious cock.
These guys were great. The one behind me moved it in and out and up and down and side to side and hit every place I wanted hit. I helped of course, doing my impersonation of a meat grinder. The guy in my mouth must have studied tit-playing under a master. He pinched the nipples just enough to hurt good, and bounced them around, in rhythm with my plunges, which were in rhythm with the pole inside of me. It was a beautiful emotional experience, and I came until I had no more to give. So did they. I swallowed all the tit man would give me, and sucked the last drop out of the other one with my patented grabber. Then we all collapsed on the bed and said nice things to each other, and played gently.
We heard a bell ringing and the boys told me that was the end of the party. Midnight. If we didn't get out of the house, fully clothed, in the next five minutes, we'd all turn into pumpkins. I didn't want that. I was suddenly having too much fun being a girl.
We managed to stagger downstairs together. They were nice. They helped me find my dress where somebody had kicked it over in a comer. It had been used for a cunt rag, and it was spattered with come, but I wasn't going any place but home so I put it on and started looking for my husband lovers.
There was a little excited talk on the way home but nobody wanted to go into too many details, least of all me. It was a most successful evening. We all agreed on that.
Pete dropped Phil and me off at our house, and I told Jane I'd call her the next day, and kissed Pete goodnight. Then Phil and I went in our house, and up the stairs and each into our own shower, and then into bed.
"Want a little nookie, honey?" I asked him.
Phil just grunted and went to sleep. I wondered if that kid had worn him out, all by herself. At that age they are really tigers. I remembered my youth.
Ten minutes later I was asleep too.
Of all the people I'd met that night, and had sex with, you know who I dreamed about?
That little redheaded girl. She was really something.
CHAPTER FIVE
On the next weekend, Pete and Jane came to our house for our little private orgy. We all had a lot of Martinis before dinner, and went into the living room with our after dinner coffee, laced with brandy, and waited impatiently for Alice to get her work done and leave.
Jane was all charged up. She wanted to talk about the big orgy. She had really had a ball. She hadn't quite been able to carry out her pre-party plans of screwing half and sucking the rest of the men present, but she'd made a score she was proud of. She'd had affairs with three girls, passive and active, practiced fellatio on four men, all of them dolls, and been laid by three others. It was the most exciting night of her life. Pete grinned at her, and said she hadn't given him any trouble for three days, which was a world's record for his sexpot wife.
My usually big mouthed husband didn't have much to say about his activities. He'd played sixty-nine with one girl, for a long time. She was insatiable, and he couldn't get rid of her. I'd watched him trying. He had a hold on her immature buttocks that couldn't have been broken by a weight lifter. I didn't tell him I'd been peeking. He also had been middle man in a daisy chain with another guy and two lovely girls, and he'd laid one, from the rear, while she ate another one.
Pete gave his report, glowing eyed. He'd started out in a four man four girl daisy chain, made the acquaintance during that activity of a beautiful girl who liked it old fashioned, and screwed her. Then he'd been in another daisy chain for the rest of the evening. One where they kept changing partners. He eventually had all the girls. Four of them.
Everybody was looking at me, hot eyed. Phil said he'd seen me start the whole party off by grabbing the nearest cock and going down on it. So I gave my score. One beautiful redheaded girl who was just great, active and passive. Five men. Two of them in the mouth, one old fashioned, and two every known way.
That kind of a conversation really gets things started. By the time Alice drove away we were all ready for the sack. Pete brought his Polaroid up to the bedroom with him, and we started the evening with a bang. Phil banged Jane while she ate me, and Pete took pictures of the action.
As I laid back there on the bed, propped up by three pillows, and watched my darling husband ram it in and out of my best friend's whirligig snatch, and felt the hot, gentle, exciting suction of her lips on my clit and vulva, I loved everybody.
Phil was grunting and biting his lower lip and watching his big wonderful cock as it disappeared up into Jane, and reappeared, wet and shiny and tossed about by her gyrations. He made faces, and grunted, and grabbed at her slender soft buttocks. He was really enjoying himself. So was I, with my great view of a rutting couple, in mutual ecstasy, and the pleasurable mind bending feel of a master cuntlapper devoting herself to the erotic entertainment of my gushing cunt. We weren't hurting anybody. We were just having private joys that surpassed any pleasures possible for two people who had lived together for any length of time.
Pete was enjoying himself as much as anybody. He was on his knees beside Phil and Jane, shooting pictures of their coupling, breathing hard and looking forward to fucking me while I ate his wife. He took a shot of me when I yelled I was coming, and I knew he got me right at the very peak of my climax. I grabbed at his hardness, pulled it up to my mouth, and swallowed it. It tasted good. It was leaking, and I wanted to make him come, but he couldn't get comfortable in the position I was in, so he pulled it out, and told me to wait just a few minutes and he'd blow my head off.
So I went back to enjoying the scene. Jane's lips were so soft and warm. Her tongue lashed at my clit, and it kept spending. I reached down and touched the back of Jane's head. Her hands crawled up and toyed with my nipples. Her tongue moved faster against me, and one hand left my breast. A moment later her finger entered my asshole. That really brought my behind to life. I bucked against Jane's finger, and had a super orgasm, which she sucked out of me with love and passion.
My darling husband was getting there. I could see all of the signs. His eyes were closed tight, and his mouth hung open. His joltings into Jane picked up rhythm and force. He pulled back on her thighs, trying to get more of him into that red hot passion pit of hers. She cooperated wholeheartedly, her behind corkscrewing back against his lean stomach with wet sounding smacks on every stroke. Jane and I were both coming constantly now, and yelling about it. Pete was taking pictures like he owned the film company, his big hard cock waving in the breeze. I looked at it hungrily. It was soon going to be in me. Way in me.
Then Phil yelped, and socked it into Jane and collapsed on her back, and pumped weakly against her buckings, and the first round was over.
Phil pulled out of Jane, who deserted me and grabbed Phil and put him in her mouth and sucked and licked him until he was completely drained.
Jane sat back on her haunches and grinned at all of us.
"I love that taste. Mmmmmmm. Good! Me and him mixed."
Phil wobbled to a chair and sat down in it, ready for five minutes of body rebuilding.
Pete wasn't having any of that! He handed Phil the Polaroid and said, "Get some good pictures of Irene and me, Phil."
Phil lifted the camera, with effort, and got back on his feet, his cock hanging at half-mast.
Jane was already spread out on the bed waiting for me to start eating her. I put two fingers up in her and pulled them out, sticky and wet with the mixed man and woman come Jane loved so.
"You should have let me go first," I told her. "Then you could have had this smorgasbord."
Janey shrugged and moved toward me, rotating lewdly.
"Live and learn," she philosophized. "Eat me in good health!"
I bent over and kissed her darling pussy. Pete was behind me. I could feel the proddings of his fresh and urgent tool. I reached back between my legs and squeezed his balls a little, then I guided him in between the Labia Minora, which nibbled at him all the way, and bucked him clear into the flaming cavern of my aroused pussv.
Jane trembled as I placed my hands under her firm buttocks and squeezed them. She took a deep breath, and her legs parted even wider. My searching tongue hit the mark. Janey started moaning and her groin moved passionately against my open lips. I put a finger inside of her vagina, and pressed against the top of her passage as I moved it in and out, in time with the thrustings of my tongue against her erect and throbbing clitoris. Her legs tightened around my head, squeezing my mouth close in against her. She was suffocating me, but I didn't care. She was whimpering my name and telling me how much she loved me. I believed it.
The combination of what Pete was doing to me and what I was doing to the overwhelming pleasure of Janey took me completely away from this world. Janey raised her legs up in the air, mewling and keening and telling me it was too good. She had constant small orgasms, and every once in awhile a real big drowning one. On the big ones she closed her legs around my head, pushed her gushing pussy up against my sucking lips and held it there until I swallowed all she had to give me.
Pete was smacking his testicles against me incessantly as he banged away at the furthermost reaches of my vaginal passage. He slammed into that magic spot on every stroke, and every time he hit it I yelped, and he grunted.
Phil was panting and taking close ups of all of the action, no longer hanging at half mast, but jutting and proud.
I knew Janey couldn't last much longer, the way she was spending, so I sneaked a hand down between my legs and played with my clit. I was coming every stroke by the time Pete got to his tremendous orgasm. It jetted out of him and splashed around up there in me, and filled me, and, when he kept pumping, dripped out on the carpet. I gave as good as I got, which was almost too much, and Pete and Janey and I wound up in a heap on the floor, with Phil grinning and taking pictures of that free form mass of sexual satisfaction.
While we rested before the next round we sat around and looked at the pictures Pete and Phil had taken. The first time through everybody was looking for themselves without seeing anybody else. The next time we all got a broader view. The pictures were sensational. Especially, we all decided, the one Pete got of me on the super-orgasm. My body looked absolutely sensational, but my face was all twisted up with passion.
I guess I started it. I said we should have more members. It was more fun with more people. Janey seconded the motion, and looked quickly at Pete. Phil asked who I had in mind. I really didn't have anybody in particular. Just another couple that we thought would be fun.
As usual Janey carried the ball.
"I've got a nomination I'd like to place before the house."
Phil smiled at her. He really liked her. "You've got the floor."
"How about Frances and Ken Olsen?" Jane suggested.
Pete just sat there and looked owly eyed. Phil looked at me. I looked at Janey. Frances Olsen had been at school with all of us, and was a real beauty. Homecoming Queen. Miss Everything. I'd always like her, because she was so pretty, and charming. And I knew that Pete and Jane had enjoyed an affair with the Olsens. I decided to play it cool. Jane appreciated it.
"Where'd you ever get that idea?" I asked Jane. "I doubt if she even lays Ken. She's so damn far above it all."
Pete grinned. "Well, I guess I'd better break the news to you. Janey and I have been in the sack with Frances and Ken just like we have with you. It was a short affair. About three or four meetings, but that dame will do anything. She takes off all of her inhibitions with her pants, believe me."
"Yeah?" said my loyal and loving bug eyed husband.
I remembered that he had panted around after Frances when we were in school, without notable success.
"How about Ken? He's not so bad, you know. Big man in broadcasting...." I asked.
"Big man in a lot of other ways I know about, too." Jane said, reminiscently, "and virile!"
"You two had an affair with them. A four way affair. What happened to break it up?"
Jane looked appealingly to Pete, and he took over.
"Jane kind of lost her mind about Ken. I had to call it off," he said. "My tiger-woman mate was so possessive of the boy that she resented him fucking his own wife."
Jane colored, and defended herself.
"That's not entirely true. Pete was jealous of me, because I liked Ken."
"Well let's don't get into anything like that," Phil emphasized. "This is supposed to be for fun."
"Jane and I have both grown up since then," Pete said, earnestly. "She raves about you all the time, and I certainly make a lot of complimentary remarks about Irene, but we both know now that we're for each other, just like you and Irene are for each other. Anything else is for kicks."
Jane nodded her head violently and said, "Right! And Ken and Frances are just great at what we like, and they don't get jealous or anything. They got into multiple sex in Europe, where it's accepted, and they love it, just like we do."
"What makes you think they'd like to join our tight little group?" I asked.
I didn't want to discourage any new membership, especially by people as succulent as Frances and Ken. I just wanted to know.
"Because they suggested that we recruit you into our group, when we had one. Ken thinks you're the sexiest thing he ever saw, Irene. And Frances came right out and said she heard great things about Phil when he knew her in school. They will be glad to join. I know that from the way they talked."
Jane stuck her tongue out and wiggled it, lewdly.
"Wait 'til you get a taste of Frances ... Irene. She's wild!"
I believed it. Frances was a slinky sexy redhead and I had a very warm spot in my heart for redheads.
I'm all for it. What do we do next?"
The men just looked at each other, blankly. No imagination.
Jane grinned at me. "I think Pete and Phil should call on Ken and tell him they want to fuck his wife."
Pete and Phil both stiffened, but Jane took them off the hook.
"Irene and I will have lunch with Frances. During the lunch we'll play it by ear, and next weekend you guys will have a brand new plaything."
The men sighed with relief. They both knew Jane. She had the courage of a wounded lion, the sneakiness of a fox, and the determination of a water buffalo. If Jane promised them a new girl, she'd deliver. I wasn't so sure.
"I don't know what good I'll be to you, Jane," I said, trying to cop out.
"You're the bait," Jane explained, bluntly. "Frances wants to make wild love to you. She told me so. She thinks you're finger licking good."
Well, I thought the same about Frances, but I'd never told anybody so, yet. If Jane was willing to star in this production, I'd carry a spear.
Jane called me the next day to tell me that she and I were having lunch with Frances at the Country Club the next day. I panicked. I told Jane we'd better get together and rehearse. She laughed.
"Just sit there with your tits a swingin' and Frances will dig you," she said. "She's about three quarters Lesbian, and to her you're honey to a bear."
That night I told Phil about my date the next day, and he got all excited. Told me I had to land Frances, and, as an after thought, Ken. They would add a little class to the get togethers. He gave me one of the great screwings of my life just from thinking about Frances.
The next morning my general manager, Jane, called me to tell me what to wear. My new white dress, because it was cut low in front so Frances could see my cleavage, and it had a belt, so Frances could study my tiny waistline, and my behind, and the dress was short enough so Frances could see my great legs. I felt like I was being invited to a live stock show.
Frances had arranged for us to have a secluded corner table, and I knew Janey hadn't been lying when I saw the way Frances looked at me. Boldly flirtatious. Hotly assessing all of my assets.
We had several drinks before we ordered. When Frances was in exactly the right mood Jane reached into her bag for her cigarettes and a Polaroid picture fell out on the table. You know which picture? The one of me in orgasm, with Jane between my legs. I nearly died of embarrassment. Frances grabbed the picture out of Jane's willing hands and looked at it with great interest ... Then at me ... smiling.
"What a wonderful picture," she said. "How exciting."
I had nothing to lose.
"It certainly was. You know Jane when she's going down on you. She really gets carried away." Frances looked at Jane, with a little frown. "Have you told her?"
Jane nodded. "Of course I have. That's the reason she wanted to have lunch with you." Frances looked at me, warmly.
"How sweet of you, Irene. When can we get together and ... talk things over?"
Her eyes were hot, and she was licking her lips. I felt like suggesting we get down on the floor under the table. She was sure ready.
Jane took me off the hook.
"You want to see the rest of these pictures?" she asked. "Lots of your kind of action, Francie."
That Jane! She should be running the way in Viet Nam. She had fifteen of the choicest shots of our little group in frantic action. I was in most of them. Getting laid and eaten, and eating one and all. Frances studied each of the photographs, avidly.
She hid them while she ordered another round of drinks to keep the waiter away. When the drinks were served, she brought them out again. She held one out in front of me. It was a beautiful photo of Phil putting his big thing to me. Only the head of it was in so Frances could see the width and length of it ... And my lovely behind, and my split pink sex.
"Is that your husband?" she asked, in a throaty voice. "Yes. That's Phil. You used to know him in school, remember?"
Frances nodded.
"Um humm!" she sighed. "But I didn't know enough then to appreciate him. He's a big boy isn't he?"
He was. Frances shuffled the pictures, stopped on one of me going down on Jane. A close up. Embarrassingly detailed. My tongue was in between the lips, my eyes were closed, my lips smiling. Very sexy. One of my favorites.
Frances looked up at me, smiling knowingly.
"You like to do that, don't you? It does something for you. It does for me too. I didn't try it until about three years ago. I hate to think of the time I wasted."
I nodded, enthusiastically.
"I didn't try it until Janey introduced me to it a month ago. Now it's one of my favorite hobbies." Frances cast a look at Janey.
"I taught Janey. That makes me the old pro in this group, doesn't it?"
"Who in the world ever had nerve enough to teach you?" Janey asked quizzically.
"A ballerina in Paris. Ken was busy one afternoon, and this beautiful woman seduced me, for which I shall be forever grateful. She sat down by me in the lobby of our hotel, and introduced herself. I was very impressed by her name. She invited me to her suite, and told me how beautiful I was, and undressed me, and went down on me, before I had a chance to protest. Then she asked me if I wanted to do it to her, and I did. It was that simple. Our affair lasted for three months, then I had to come back home. I never missed anyone so much in my life."
She shuffled the pictures some more, stopped on one of me sucking Pete.
"I love the expression on your face when you are happy, Irene. So few people have the courage to enjoy all of the things that are available to them. You're beautiful in this picture."
I was. Frances ordered another drink. I was feeling the effects of the drinks, and the pictures and the conversation. So was Jane. So was Frances.
While we were sipping our new drinks, Frances had a great idea.
"I'm not going to get what I want to eat here. Let's finish our drinks and go to my house, and get better acquainted."
What a delicate way of putting it. I considered it a great idea and so did Jane. We were all so anxious to get started that we drank our drinks, bottoms up, and Frances led us away from the table, telling the waiter to sign her name to the check, and add himself a fine tip.
As we waited for our cars Frances asked Jane if I could ride to her home with her. Of course Jane said it was alright with her, so I got into Frances' Cadillac.
As soon as we left the parking lot her hand started creeping up my leg. I just let them sag apart and waited for her to reach the goal.
She looked at me, hot eyed and promised me something that she never did carry out.
"You, my dear, I'm going to eat with a spoon!"
She toyed expertly with my clit all the way to her home. She asked me all kinds of very personal questions like, did I get a big charge out of having a woman make love to me, and were my breasts wired in to my pussy, for kicks, and didn't I think women made much more wonderful lovers than men. I couldn't go along with her on that. I gave them a tie. I told Frances that women were great on the outside but it took a man to please the inside. She said she had an answer for that. I was interested.
Jane followed us closely, and pulled into the circular driveway right behind us. Frances just stopped long enough on the first floor to tell her maid she was going to her studio and did not want to be disturbed by anybody or anything, including her husband or phone calls. The maid, coal black and proper, leered at me as Frances took my arm and steered me toward the staircase. Jane tagged along.
The room Frances called her studio was spacious, and without windows. The light came from a skylight in the roof, and a lot of lamps, which she turned on, low, from one switch. There was a huge polar bear skin rug in the middle of the floor. The rest of it was dotted with big pillows and ottomans, and a few low chairs and tables. Sex den.
The minute the door was locked, Frances started undressing me. I started undressing Jane. Jane started undressing Frances. In something under a minute we were all naked and Frances had my left one in her mouth, my right one in her hand, and her gorgeous red pussy jammed up against mine. I reached with both hands for her lovely white buttocks, and pulled her close. She raised her head and offered me her tongue, which I took, and sucked greedily.
In that embrace we moved to the bear skin rug and dropped down on it, with her on top of me. She spread my legs apart with her knee, and mounted me, just like a man. I raised my knees and tightened my hold on her gyrating behind, and she rubbed her clit against mine in all of the movements of fucking. Ohhhh. Was it good!
Just before I came the first time, I looked up and saw Jane, standing there stark naked, playing with herself. The orphan. I rolled out from under Frances, in spite of her efforts to keep me in her expert embrace.
"I want a three girl daisy chain," I said, trying to keep peace in this new family. "I haven't had my lunch."
That immediately presented a difficulty. Jane was between my legs like a homing pigeon. I reached up and tried to pull Frances down so I could eat her. I really wanted to. She was so beautiful, and that pretty red pussy looked delicious. She started to be angry, and thought better of it.
"Well change places every five minutes, so everbody will get everybody, alright?"
Anything was alright with me, as long as we finally got started. Jane nodded agreement, and opened her legs to let Frances in. Frances laid down, and I kissed my second red pussy, and found that they were a separate breed. She reacted just like that little girl at the orgy. Quivering and bouncing and whimpering.
Her clitoris was almost an inch long, and had a head on it, just like a little tiny cock. It was a joy to work on.
Sensitive and slippery and flexible. Something I could get my teeth into. I slipped my finger into her easily entered asshole, and massaged it while I was sucking her clit, and she damn near gave me a broken nose with that wildly rotating crotch of hers. As things went on I added another finger up her behind, and she bucked it right in. She had her first orgasm before I did, which was highly unusual, and it was a dandy. In my peasant mind I wondered if they had to send the rug to the cleaner after every party. She was sure sopping it with cunt juice. I couldn't swallow it all.
She must have been doing a great job on Jane, because Jane was inspired as she had never been before. Her lips were a suction pump, her tongue a flame. Her hands on my thighs had such a tight hold, I was afraid they'd leave bruises, but I didn't want to take my mouth away from that surging boiling churning love pit I was sucking, long enough to complain.
I was floating along on a pink cloud at about forty thousand feet when I heard Frances' voice call out....
"Change partners."
Both she and Jane pulled away from me, leaving me there with my arms up in the air and my widely parted legs deserted. Frances dove for my pussy, and Jane dove for hers, and Jane presented me with her sopping treasures for further attention.
I loved eating Jane, of course, and I envied her the job she was finishing up for me. I couldn't give it too much thought because I was being taught how cunnilingus should be done. By a real practitioner, Frances. She pulled my cunt lips apart, and held them there, with my hole wide open, while she rammed her hot tongue up in there clear to the roots! I could feel the tip of it massaging the inside of my vagina, laving the walls where no tongue had ever been before. My screams of pleasure were muffled no little by Jane's pussy grinding into my mouth.
Frances put two fingers into my asshole, and wiggled them around. She had long fingers, and they really got results. She homed in on my faithful clit with gently sucking lips that pulled come out of me by the gallon. My entire body was one big quiver, my ass was bouncing like a ping pong ball gone mad. I grasped at Jane's pretty behind and tried to get her whole crotch in my mouth.
At the end of that five minute session everybody was ready for a rest. Frances couldn't keep her hands off of me. She bounced my tits, and patted my behind, and my stomach, and told me I was the absolute greatest eating pussy in the entire world. I had to tell her she was the greatest pussy eater, because it was the truth. Just in time, I remembered to tell Jane that in my book she was still the greatest eating pussy. Frances agreed with me that Jane was great.
Frances jumped to her feet and said, "You want to see something my ballerina sent to me? It's wild."
She went to an unlocked chest, opened it, and came out with a sexy looking thing. It was about twenty inches long, and three inches around, and it had a head on it, just like a cock, at each end. I felt it when Frances offered it to me. Soft pink rubber, flexible so it could curl around and follow the channel of love.
"This is called 'The Lesbian's Friend' in France. And it takes two to tangle ... Come on Janey, help me give a demonstration."
Janey, as usual, was game for anything, and glad to be selected over me for the honor!
On Frances' instructions she got on her hands and knees on the bear skin rug. Frances got on her hands and knees, with her open pussy about two feet from Janey's, butt to butt. Frances told me to fit one of the heads of that monster into each of them. It was a pleasure. I just held the thing up against Janey, first, and she ground back against it until the head went in. Then I did the same for Frances.
Frances was all excited and bright eyed as her gorgeous milk white ass rotated and she told Janey and me the rules. When I said "go" the contest would start. The winner would be the one who got the most of that two headed monster inside of them.
It may not sound like much, but seeing those two absolutely gorgeous girls on their hands and knees, with that big double cock started in them, waiting for me to say "Go" was just about heart stopping.
I said, "Go!" and they went. With their tails wagging and cutting figure eights and other curlicues as they concentrated on sinking that huge thing clear up in them. It was too big to slide right in, so they had to use brute force. Both of them were moaning and crying out. My hand went to my clit. This was raw sex, with two great competitors. I thought Janey was ahead for awhile. She had about five inches up in her, but then Frances rared back toward each other, and then easing up to ram again.
I got down on my knees, my nose inches from the about four inches of pink rubber that neither one of them had captured yet. Their movements became more desperate. Their yipes louder and more frenzied. I was coming all over the rug, and so were they.
I kept calling out.
"Four inches to go."
"Three and a half inches."
"Two inches."
They were both grunting and straining now. A beautiful and moving sight....
Frances moved forward a little and settled back hard ... She gained about a half inch, and yelled. Janey rared back. Her ass banged into Frances's! The monster was completely buried. Both of their asses continued to rotate, banging against each other, which must have felt pretty good.
"It's all gone!" I shouted.
"Put your fingers around it where it goes into us," Frances asked, weakly, "and hold that place."
She and Janey started crawling forward, exposing more and more of the double header. They were neither of them in any hurry, and I didn't blame them. Frances fell off of it, on her face, first, and laid there panting. I held on while Janey moved off of the head, and fell on her face. They were both dripping with perspiration, both gasping with sexy exhaustion.
I was holding the monster with my thumb and finger right about in the middle.
"Looks like a tie to me," I said.
Frances shook her head.
"No ties!" she muttered. She crawled over to the chest, and came back with a tape measure.
Janey got up on her knees to assure herself of an honest count.
I measured the distance from Janey's end to my finger. Ten inches and a quarter. Then I measured Frances's end. Nine and three quarters inches.
I raised Janey's hand, like a winning prize fighter's.
"The winnah! Janey No Bottom!" I announced.
Frances was a real good sport about it.
"I demand a rematch!" she said. "Any time. Any place."
"Fourth at Main Street. Noon tomorrow!" Janey suggested.
Frances and I laughed.
"Do you and I meet to see who challenges the champion before you have your rematch?" I asked Frances.
I wanted to try that. It looked like good dirty fun to me.
"Anytime," Frances giggled. "It's really a ball."
"It's a killer!" Janey gasped. "I'm still twitching. I have such an empty feeling!"
"That isn't the real killer," Frances chortled, as she went back to her novelty chest.
She dug into it and came out with another dildo. This one wasn't quite as big as the one they'd just taken out of them. About nine inches long, from head to foot, and two and a half inches around. It looked like it was made of bone or something.
"Another gift from my ballerina. Ivory. With a vibrator in it. "Oh ho ho!" She handed it to me.
"Just slide it up in there, all the way, and turn the base of it."
I started it up my flue, looking at Frances. "What will happen?"
"Try it and see," she urged. So I did.
When I had about eight inches of it up in there, I turned the base of it. Good God! It had a powerful vibrator motor in it. Eight cylinders, I think. No matter where I moved it, it was like having a thousand cat's tongues licking at the sensitive walls of my vagina. I rammed it in and out, screaming and shaking and sitting down on it. I started coming right away, and that bear skin rug took another drenching. I moved it from right to left and from front to back, trying to get away from the beating of it, but nothing worked, and I was glad. I felt my heart stop. I felt my breathing stop. I jammed it in further, and squatted, yelling. I went completely out of my mind.
Janey and Fran finally took the thing away from me, and let it drop out on the floor, where it buzzed like a whole hive of bees and looked obscene enough to eat.
The girls helped me over to a low chair, and put my still squirming behind down in it. My breath came back and I started breathing again. I could hear that buzzing.
"Give it back to me!" I begged. "I wasn't through yet!"
Janey started laughing, and Fran joined her and I got mad and got up and started after my new thing. They put me back in the chair and told me I'd had it for the day.
I came back to my right mind, finally.
"Jesus!" I moaned. "Up to right then nothing had ever happened to my pussy."
"It's just too much," Fran grinned. "I use it maybe once a week, and go right to bed. It's a real wig out."
We both heard a change in the tone of the buzz, and looked over toward the rug. Janey had jammed that mind bender up into her and was doing a kind of a stylized toe dance while she moved it around in there, and screamed, and came a steady stream. It was completely out of sight up in her. Her beautiful little boy ass was corkscrewing down against it and her screams stopped and became great sobs, and finally she let go of it, and let it fall out of her, where it buzzed away while Janey folded up like a piece of string, in her own come.
Frances and I went over to her, and I slapped her back into this world. Frances was worried.
"I never should have let you girls use that thing. It's too much. Too rough."
Janey opened her eyes and said, "I love it. Where can I get one?"
Frances said she'd order us each one through her ballerina, and we decided we'd had enough sex for one day, and got dressed.
While we were having our delayed lunch in the sun room, Jane finally got around to telling Frances what it was we wanted to see her about. We brought greetings from our husbands, and an invitation to join our fucking society on the next weekend.
Frances accepted, joyfully. When I asked her about her husband, she laughed. He loved pretty girls, anyway he could get them. He'd be there, bright eyed and bushy tailed. Frances asked Jane to let her pick out a picture to use for bait.
You know the one she picked? The first picture we'd taken. Me with Jane's dildo in me, with Pete on one tit, with a huge hardon, Phil on the other, likewise, and Janey licking my asshole. Frances said one look at that and her husband would froth at the mouth.
I guess he must have, because Frances called Janey the next day and said her husband suggested we make it next Friday night, at his place up in the country. We could stay through to Sunday, that way, and let everybody freak out.
Phil and Pete okayed it, and Janey and I were all for it, so the date was set. I told Frances to bring that ivory vibrator, in case I got a headache, and she said she would. She'd also bring the two-headed monster.
CHAPTER SIX
We all rode up to Frances's and Ken's country place in their Cadillac. I rode in the front seat between Ken and Frances. Ken really had the hots for me. As soon as we got out of town he said, "You know how long you've been an ambition of mine, Irene?"
I blushed, and said I had no idea.
He turned and looked at me, licking his lips, sexily.
"Since the first time I ever saw you. That's the truth. Ask Frances, or Pete, or Jane. When we had our little thing going I kept suggesting that we add you and Phil to the daisy chain."
"True," Frances agreed.
"In view of what we are going to do to each other later would you mind giving me a preview?" Ken asked, hotly.
I thought maybe he wanted me to go down on him while he was driving. It can be done. I'd executed it often with Phil during our dating days. I didn't mind. I started working spit up in my mouth.
"Anything I can do without endangering the life and limb of the passengers," I volunteered.
"Just hang those beautiful boobs of yours out so I can see them, and plan on biting my initials in them, will you?"
Of course I would, gladly, but I had to be loyal to my friends.
"All right, if Frances and Jane'll hang theirs out. All for one and one for all is our motto."
Frances had hers out and swinging before I finished my speech. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw Jane slipping out of the top of her dress, baring her braless tits. I was the last one uncovered. I pulled my sweater over my head and let them bounce for the whole world. I was proud of them. They were the best.
I took them out for Ken, but Frances was the first one to zero in on them. She bounced my right one a few times, commenting on its lusciousness. Then she twisted around and dove on it, sucking and tickling with her tongue. My nipple practically leaped up at her. Ken watched, when ever he could take his eyes off of the road, with a big smile on his face.
"You'll have to pardon my wife," he chuckled. "She was weaned too early. Is it good, honey?"
Frances nodded and muttered indistinctly. "Delicious!"
She really knew how to make me hot. I rose up so I could see into the rear view mirror. Phil had one of Jane's tits in his mouth. Pete had the other. Both of their hands were up between her legs, and I wondered who got to the clitoris first.
"Unzip me and give me a massage," Ken asked me. "I feel like an orphan."
I unzipped him, and released that big fat hard hammer handle he had between his legs. It was one of the biggest I'd ever handled. Nine full inches of solid bone.
"Mmmmmm," I exulted, as my hand fitted itself delicately around him. "You have a real beauty. Makes my mouth water."
I toyed with it with one hand. That left my other one unemployed and ambitious, so I ran it up Frances's leg, and found she didn't have any pants on. She spread for me, and I found her stand-up oversized clit, and annoyed it into eager erection.
"How far is your place?" I asked, my voice dripping with sexual impatience.
"We'll be there in about a half hour," Ken growled. "Take it easy with my thing. I have great plans for it later."
I knew what he meant. I'd been pumping away at it like a high school girl on her way home from a date. I stopped pumping and just fooled around with it. I wanted to go down on it, but I couldn't. Frances wouldn't let go of my tits.
I sneaked another look into the back seat. Janey had no such compunctions. She was laying, spread-legged between Phil and Pete, going down on Phil while Pete ate her. Frances was coming all over my hand, and making little animal noises in between sucks at my burgeoning breasts.
"Well," I said to Ken, ruefully, "you'll have to admit that we're a friendly group."
He nodded, and stepped down on the gas, a resolute look on his handsome face. Frances's hand was on my clit now, skillfully manipulating me. I played with her, and Ken, and reacted to her lips and her tongue, and her hand, and the time passed swiftly. Believe me. Just as Ken pulled into the driveway of their summer cabin, he came. All over me and himself.
"I wasn't pumping it," I defended myself. "Just squeezing it."
Ken nodded, glassy eyed.
"That was entirely mental, I guess," he sighed. "I wanted to save it for your mouth. Please don't be discouraged. I'll have another one ready for delivery as soon as we get inside."
I knew he would. He hardly diminished at all. Iron man.
We had all brought sexy night clothes, which we knew we would never wear, and vibrators and dildos, and pills, and Pete brought his Polaroid, of course. We got ourselves covered again, and marched into the rustic house, secluded and private, that Ken and Frances kept for just such things as were about to happen.
It looked kind of rough and ready from the outside, but on the interior it was furnished in comfortable, sex-oriented fashion.
Deep fur rugs all over the wide planked floors, especially before the huge fireplaces in each end of the main room. Low, soft, wide sofas, lots of ottomans. Three way lamps on a single switch. That main room was planned with one thing in mind. So were the two bedrooms, each of them dominated by huge, soft, king sized beds. This was going to be some weekend.
Ken followed me around wherever I went, anxious to get started. Phil followed Frances. So did Jane. Pete followed me. We'd already chosen up sides.
We all wound up in the living room, stark naked, about ten minutes after we arrived. Everybody waited for somebody to make the first move. It was always that way.
I got on my knees in front of Ken and kissed that jumping telephone pole of his. Frances chose Pete as her first victim, just to be neighborly, and that left Jane with one of her favorite victims, Phil.
Before any of the boys got their nuts off, Frances took Pete out of her hungry mouth and said, 'This is silly, pairing off like this. We can do that at home. Let's at least have a daisy chain."
I reluctantly pulled up off of Ken, and laid down on the fur rug, twisting and hot. I wanted to get fucked. By Ken. But I was willing to go along with the action. I had a couple of days and nights to discover the joys of having Ken up in me.
Everybody was in a sharing mood. All of the old group wanted to take on the two new members, but nobody wanted to be a pig. Pete wound up eating me, while Frances sucked him, which must have broken Phil's little sex-mad heart, for a moment, until he found that he had won Frances's flaming hot pussy to eat. Jane blew Phil, but she had a new man eating her. Ken was in between her legs, having at her hotness with his wildly experienced lips and tongue and teeth. That put me right where I wanted to be, with Ken's throbbing pole dribbling down my eager throat. I couldn't have planned it better.
The six of us were all charged up from the uninhibited activities during the automobile ride. In a short time the sounds of sex changed from moans and yelps to cries of "Here I come" in various interpretations of tortured, ecstatic male and female voices that obviously meant what they said. I was one of the screamers until Ken choked me off with a flood of sperm that spouted endlessly down my throat and later, against the roof of my mouth. I gulped it down, relishing it, and came endlessly in the greedy mouth of my old friend Pete.
After all of the men had had their first come, the daisy chain unlinked, and we all just laid there, or crawled around making friends. We toyed with each other and talked about how wonderful it had been, and what we were going to do next.
Frances paraded around, showing off her sensational figure, and nipping at all the cocks, and the tits, and the buttocks as she said there was no hurry. We all wanted to last for the goodies to come. The conservative one. I still wanted to be fucked by Ken.
They had a pool out in back of the house, with a big wall around it for privacy. They kept the water heated at eighty-five degrees, which made it like a bathtub.
Ken suggested we all go skinny dipping, and everybody was a taker. Pete ran and got his camera, and the rest of us filed out, slapping fannies, grabbing cocks, bouncing tits, and goosing each other.
Ken was hard as a rock again, as was my loving husband. Pete was at about three quarter strength, but growing, as he looked around that assortment of tits and buttocks and pubic hair.
Ken and I were the first ones in the pool. He swam over to me and started sucking at my right one, and running his finger up in me.
"You ever been fucked under water?" he asked me.
"No, but I'm sure ready to be," I told him frankly. "Where do you want me. On the bottom?"
He told me to hang on to the side of the pool, in the deep end, and float my ass up to him. I did, immediately. He got in between my thighs, and I felt that huge thing of his knocking at my pussy's door. I tried to sit back down on it, and managed enough push to get it started in. It stretched me deliciously. Pete was standing above us, with Frances hanging on to his cock, trying to get it into her standing up.
You don't have any idea how thrilling it was, having that big thing enter me, under that hot water. There was no violence about it. I just hung on to the side of the pool, and Ken screwed it into me by pulling me back against him. It was a weird new thrill. Pete took a couple of pictures of the action. One when Ken lit the bottom of my insides for the first time, and stretched it back where it had never been before. I let out a yell just as Pete snapped the shutter. That turned out to be the sexiest picture ever taken.
All of the girls wanted to be fucked underwater, so Pete accommodated Frances, and she really wrung him out, and my friend Phil tried it with Jane, and she got so excited she nearly broke it off in her.
I reacted to the new thrills by coming every third stroke, of course. When Ken blew off in me, he rammed it home, and pulled me against him so hard I yelled again. He established a new depth record in my belly, up near my solar plexus. He was really a stud.
After we had all had our underwater ballet jollies we climbed out of the pool. Ken showed me the man-come, floating on the surface in three different locations, like gobs of the whites of a badly poached egg.
We all got out of the water and dried each other. The boys needed a rest if they were going to be any good to us later. Ken had an idea for the entertainment of all. He suggested an orgasm race between us girls. We would all lay down on the rug, and masturbate, with just our hands. The first one to reach a provable orgasm would get to star in the event of the evening. She would be entitled to take on all three men. One in her mouth, one in her pussy, and one in her ass.
Jane and I had never had a man in our asshole. We weren't sure it could be done. Frances assured us it could, with great pleasure to both parties concerned. She bent over and invited Ken to stick it up her back road. We kneeled on either side of her, Jan and I watched as she worked her way back against that huge thing of Ken's until it was all hidden up there in her. She kept making sexy noises, and jamming back against Ken's belly with her squirming buttocks, and Ken kept groaning, and it looked like great fun.
Ken pulled out of Francess before orgasm, and got a dirty look from her. Jane and I decided we could do anything Frances could, and Phil and Pete were completely charged up with the whole idea.
So the three of us girls laid down on the fur rug, spread our legs apart, and waited for the "GO!" signal from Ken, bottoms squirming, middle fingers poised just over our clits. I knew I was going to win because I had a come right on tap, as usual. I decided I'd let Phil put it in my ass, and Pete in my mouth, and Ken in my cunt. That was rating them according to size, which seemed sensible ... and exciting.
When Ken yelled "GO" we all went to work titillating our clits.
As I had ever since I started masturbating at the age of twelve, I used my middle finger right hand on my clit, and grabbed my left tit in my left hand and squeezed it brutally.
I'd watched Jane masturbate often. I knew I could beat her. She ran her index and middle fingers up and down over her clit, letting them enter her vagina about every other stroke. I wasn't such an authority on Frances's technique, but I knew she was always close to a come. I remembered my redhead at the orgy. She came between comes.
Pete was snapping pictures of the three of us, and each of us, individually, as we pumped and wriggled, and gasped and bumped and ground. Phil and Ken were on their hands and knees crawling from masturbator to masturbator, studying the results of our self abuse, and breathing hard.
I felt an orgasm starting, churning around way down in my belly, and put on more speed. My hand was moving back and forth on my clit in a blur, and it was responding, beautifully.
"I'm coming!" I yelped. "Watch!"
Pete was in between my legs with the camera, and Phil and Ken leaned in close, watching for the first spasms.
"I'm coming!" Frances screamed.
But I already had it made. My little lips opened up and my comer spewed out the brackish liquid of orgasm.
Ken, the referee, called out, "Irene won, fair and square and flooding!"
By that time Frances had hers over with, and Jane was still twisting in the last spasms of hers.
Ken pulled me up to my feet, smiling at me.
"Who do you want where?" he asked, hopefully.
Thank goodness I'd already thought it out.
"I want you in my pussy, Pete in my mouth, and Phil in my ass, if he can get it in there, which I doubt."
It was Frances's idea that we retire to the bedroom for these festivities. The other two girls were good losers, and I got the idea that Jane was a willing one. She wanted to see me take it in the ass before she would try it. Smart girl.
We all trailed into the bedroom, with me feeling like the May Queen.
Frances was the ring master. Beady eyed and all sexed up. She told Ken to lie down on the bed, on the edge of it, his feet on the floor and his cock standing straight up in the air. Then she told Pete to kneel on the bed, with one knee on either side of Ken's head, where his sturdy erection would be within easy reach of my lips, once I'd slid down on Ken's throbber. When Pete was in place she mounted me on Ken's pole, standing on my knees with my ass easily available to anybody behind me.
Up to right there everything was fine. My eager pussy welcomed Ken into its secret places, and into the new dimension he had so recently created. It was tender up in there, but it hurt good. I leaned forward, and took Pete in between my hot lips, and slid down on him all the way. It was exciting, having all of those people watching me, and penetrating me, and feeling me. I felt Frances's fingers as they rubbed vaseline on my asshole. Then went in it, wiggled around a little. Nothing hurt yet.
Then my darling husband fit his hardon at the mouth of my anus, and started pushing. Wow! I tried to relax and let him in, but it was such a tight fit that he had to make several attacks before the head of him stretched me, and entered. There was surprisingly little pain, and surprisingly great pleasure. I pushed back and he pushed forward, and the next think I knew my beautiful buttocks were rubbing against his swollen testicles. I had him all the way in there, and I liked it.
I started bobbing up and down on Pete's cock, nibbling at it, and, most of all sucking it. I banged back and forth on the two big cocks which were rubbing in and out of me, so close together that I could feel them bumping. I went completely out of my mind with excitement and pleasure.
It's hard to urge people on to greater penetration when our mouth's full, but I did my best.
I sat down with resounding thuds on both of those pulsating things, and sobbed and sucked, and bucked and "losed my eyes and thought I was dead and in heaven. Any one of the acts would have been ecstatic. Three at once was traumatic.
I felt Pete squirt off down my throat, first, but I just kept on pumping at him. Nobody got special attention. Phil sprayed me way up in the stomach, and I grabbed him and held him in with the strong muscles in my round hole. Nobody was excused until they were all through. I kept pumping up and down on Ken until he practically blew me off the bed. I screamed and wiggled and bucked and squirmed with my tits a swinging and my pleasured ass a corkscrewing.
Phil pulled gently out of me, and my asshole burned, and spasmed open and shut a few times, and tingled and thrilled. I let Pete pull out of my mouth, and come ran all over the bed clothes, and his belly. I fell on my face on the bed and stopped sobbing. I felt great. Depleted but satisfied. Used but useful. I had been there and back. Two men at a time were better than three. Three were better than two.
Frances and Jane were on the bed with me. Jane was wiping the come out of my crotch and my asshole with kleenex. Frances was asking me how I liked it.
"I loved it," I whispered. "The most. The ultimate."
"As soon as you settle down I want you to look at the pictures I took of you when you were peaking," she said, lewdly. "You'll love them. You're beautiful when you're really up there."
I resented that. I'm beautiful any time, any place. Maybe I'm more beautiful when I'm up there. I was sure glad I won that race. I wouldn't have missed that three way screwing for anything.
Janey asked me how it was, and I tried to describe the thrills of it to her. I must have done a pretty good job, because she demanded equal time, as soon as the three boys were ready again.
At the moment I think Phil spoke for all of them when he said, "Check me tomorrow. I'll try to rebuild my tissues by then."
We were all beat, except Frances. She was kissing my breasts and asking me for a private session the next day. I told her I'd save her some time, and she kept on kissing my breasts. They stood right up for her. But the rest of me stayed down. I'd had it.
We all went back to the living room and looked at the pictures we had posed for. There were about two dozen of them, and they starred all of us in graceful and disgraceful poses. Really candid. The ones of me taking on all three men were pornography at its best. I was the sex goddess. I'd read somewhere that the priestesses in the temple of Ancient Greece had to do it with three men at once in order to get their jobs. Those old Greeks really had imagination. They were before their time.
Frances made some drinks, and we all got a little drunk but there was no more sex circus that night. I slept with Pete and Ken. Jane slept with Phil and Frances. The next day Jane told me Frances ate her all night.
The next morning we all went swimming in the nude, and everybody got screwed underwater. That's the way to start a day.
Frances trapped me alone in the middle of the morning, and locked the door to the room we were in. She was really in heat. You could feel it glowing two feet away from her. Her eyes were slits as she looked at me. Her buttocks twitched, her little pink tongue moved ceaselessly across her sensuous lips.
I told her I had to get back with the others, that I'd just come to the room for some kleenex. She smiled and said she'd told Ken to inform the others that we were going to have a little private party.
I thought of Jane, out there with those three naked men, and knew she wouldn't miss me. She'd be taking advantage of this opportunity to take them all at once, like I had the night before.
Frances was sucking softly at my nipples as I stood there next to the bed. She pushed me backward, and I fell down on it, on my back. I'd never seen a real dedicated Lesbian type in heat before. It was a little frightening.
"I'm going to give you a tongue bath, Irene darling. I've wanted to for so long. Please just relax, and enjoy it."
Her little pink tongue was darting from one nipple to the other. What could I do. I put my hands gently on her head in benediction and let her have her way.
Within a couple of minutes if she had tried to get away I would have throttled her. She had me so hot I was hugging her close to me, and muttering love words, constantly. Her tongue flickered wetly to my navel, to the insides of my thighs, to the back of my legs, to between my toes, to my nipples, and the undersides of my breasts, to my asshole, often, and to my clitoris not often enough. I was now matching her heat, and thrashing around on the bed trying to place her flickering fingertips and her titillating tongue in the places where I wanted them.
"Oh please, Fran ... I'm hot enough. Please kiss it for me. Please. Suck me. I'll come for you right away. Please. I'll kiss it for you if you will. Oh. Fran. I can't stand it any more....Please. Eat me. I love you. I'll do anything you want to you if you'll just kiss it for me now."
She paid no attention to me. Just kept up that constant licking and touching. She rolled me over on my face and started on the back of my neck. I didn't even know I had a sexually sensitive nerve centers there, but she found them. She sucked at my shoulder blades, and my arm pits, and bit my buttocks with nibbling little traveling bites in sequence. She dove between my legs and I felt her sizzling tongue on my asshole. Licking gently at first, then thrusting up into me. I cried out, and pulled my cheeks apart for her. She moved on to the place where my buttocks started, leaving a long, searching finger up my ass. She licked the small of my back, and found more nerve ends where I never knew I had them. Another finger entered my pussy, and probed deep. Soon it was joined by another, and another ... Jolting in and out, wiggling around inside of me. Driving me crazy.
Frances rolled me over on my back, and I thought the torture was over. She kissed my sex, gently, and I felt her tongue on my clit, and pushed toward it. But it went away, and something huge entered my vagina. Something huge, and soft and quivering. I looked down and saw that she had placed her thumb close to her fingers, and worked her whole hand inside of me. She had her arm in me half way up to her elbow. The fingers were wriggling about inside of me, touching me everywhere. Her arm was moving slowly in and out of me, as the fingers probed and fluttered and pressed the walls of my vagina, and my cervix, and my uterus. Good God! Nothing could be this thrilling without being fatal. The hand which was not up in me was toying with my breasts. I was growling now, in absolute bestial heat.
Frances was panting and groaning as she worked on me, her tongue never stopped licking. I had orgasm after orgasm, and they were building up in me toward the final and, I was sure, fatal one, I didn't care. When it hit I screamed at the top of my lungs, and pressed with all of the strength of my leg muscles against her plunging arm. Her fingers were like tentacles up' there in me. I came, and came, and came, and lost consciousness.
When I got back to earth Frances was sucking the results of all of those orgasms out of me, purring and relaxed from her former state of heated hypertension. She swallowed what she could get and crawled up to me, gently. She placed her lips on mine, and opened them. A gush of my own come entered my mouth, and I savored it and swallowed it. Frances held me tightly in her arms.
"You are everything I thought you'd be, darling. Everything. I love you. Tell me I made you happy...."
"You made me happy."
"Tell me nobody has ever thrilled you like that before."
"Nobody has ever thrilled me like that before."
"Tell me you love me."
"I love you."
And I certainly did, right at that moment. Frances was the lover to end all lovers.
I wanted to do her but she told me she had been orgasming all the time she worked on me. That I could another time. Any other time. We went out of that room, where I had been raised to such a pinnacle of sexual frenzy, and joined the others.
They didn't look like they'd missed us much. Janey was entertaining all three men. She took Phil out of her mouth long enough to shout, "Get the camera. Take some pictures of me, now!"
Then Phil went back in, and she shook her ass for the other two men and growled and ran circles through the air with her two throbbing holes, and made everybody happy.
Frances and I took close ups of everything that was going on. Some of them really sensational. Frances got down on the floor and shot up at those two huge pricks jamming in and out of Janey's holes. It turned out to be the picture of the day. Just about an inch separated them. Both of them half way out, pulling the skin of both entrances out with them.
We all got dressed and drove into the little town nearby for a few drinks and a late lunch. Frances took all the pictures with her and looked at all of them while the rest of us tried to forget about sex for awhile. She was crazy about the pictures of Janey, and me, entertaining the three men. She looked at them, hot-eyed, from every angle.
"You three studs had better eat a lot of oysters and drink straight Pernod, because when we get back to the house I demand equal time, and I'm going to wear you all out!"
That's all she talked about the rest of the time we were there. She wanted Ken in her behind, Phil in her mouth, and Pete in her pussy. And she wanted a whole pack of pictures taken, including at least three of her face when she was coming. ... One from the floor, like the masterpiece she'd taken of Janey, and the rest of them covering the whole group. She was a little but nutty about sex. We all were, to some extent. But Frances was the nuttiest.
When we got back to the house Frances started shedding her clothes the minute she got in the door. She was so hot her body was a bright pink. Just absolutely gorgeous. Throwing off heat like a thousand watt bulb. She told Jane and me to get our husband's ready for the ride of their lives, and led the way to the bedroom where she'd given me my treatment earlier. I could still feel a vacuum where her arm had been.
Everybody stripped. God old Phil didn't need much preparation. His eyes were glued to Frances as she prepared herself by rubbing a little cold cream on her asshole, holding her fingers still and spreading the lubricant by twirling her asshole against them.
I went down on Phil a couple of times, just for fun. He was already as hard as a rock. Jane was performing the same unnecessary service for a completely entranced Pete.
Frances positioned Pete on the bed, and Phil astride his head. Then she fitted the two of them into her mouth and cunt, experimentally, and reached back between her legs for Ken's pulsing girl-killer.
She rubbed it back and forth over her anus a couple of times, and then guided it in. It slid in, smooth and unobstructed, all the way. I had the camera. Frances took Pete out of her mouth, smiled sweetly at me, and she went back down on euphoric glassy eyed Pete.
Well. Frances was a little bit more practiced at this particular branch of sex than Janey or I had been. She performed with abandon and style. Her ass was a gleaming, pile driving instrument of pleasure as it met every thrust with a thrust, every withdrawal with a long, hard pull, every grunt with a muffled yelp.
I was bustling around taking the pictures she had ordered. When I laid down on my back to take that shot from the floor it was such an exciting view I almost stayed there for the duration. I got all splattered with all kinds of come while I was aiming the camera. Those two huge things pumping in and out of those two stretched little holes were awe inspiring. Janey kicked me and I got up to take the close shots and the group shots, and they all came out beautifully. It was a good thing they did because the nature of the act made it a one time performance.
When Frances finally let the gentlemen of the ensemble go they were no good to anybody. She had milked them dry, physically and emotionally.
We spent most of the rest of the afternoon in the swimming pool playing grab ass and other games. Frances already had the evening planned but she kept her plans to herself, with a devilish little smile.
We got dressed and went into a little town for dinner. Frances had all of the pictures I had taken of her, and she kept looking at them and snorting, and saying how sexy they were. She was sure proud of them.
After dinner Frances said everybody had to get stripped again, so we did. I was beginning to get a little tired of sex, to tell the truth, but I didn't want to be a party pooper.
Frances disappeared for a minute, and came back with that lovely double headed monster! Right away I wasn't tired of sex any more. Fran said she and I were going to participate in a game. She named Pete the referee, and gave him a tape measure and a marking pen. She explained to him just what his job was to be. He would yell "Go!", and keep the contestants up to date on how much of the monster was still showing between their pussies. When the monster had entirely disappeared into the contestants, he was to mark the exact spot where the pussies met on it. Then he was to measure from both ends into the mark and name the winner.
All of the boys were fascinated with the idea of the game. Even Ken had never seen it played before. Phil was drooling. So was Pete. So was Janey. So was I. So was Frances.
Frances and I got on our hands and knees, butt to butt, and Pete worked one of the heads into each of our cunts. I was never hotter in my life. Never more determined to win a contest.
When Pete yelled "GO!", I went. I rared back, but it was too big. I only gained an inch or two. I remembered Janey playing with her clit to grease the track. I tried it. My ass was wagging and twisting and pushing. Phil was cheering me on. Everybody was yelling and hollering except Frances and me. We were grunting. I kept my behind in a constant twirl, and the lubrication started and I thought I was gaining.
"Five inches!" Pete announced, panting.
Sweat was pouring into my eyes, and I couldn't raise a hand to wipe it away. I just let it burn, and concentrated on working that lovely thing further into me. I grabbed with my wonderful grabber and held every inch I could get. I rared back, time after time, and gained a little bit with each jolting shove.
"Three inches!" Pete intoned.
I had to get that three inches. I threw myself into the game with all of my strength. I didn't have to play with my clit any more. I was gushing enough come to lubricate United Van lines. I was sobbing by this time. I could feel Frances trying to pull it out of me with her grabber, and that made me mad. I jammed back and felt a gain.
"One and a half inches!" Pete announced, breathlessly.
I could see bare feet all around us now. The audience was moving in closer. Pete was taking pictures every few seconds, from all angles. They were going to be beauties. Two of the most passionate, best built, most beautiful girls in the world. Tits a swinging, asses a twitching and rotating. Faces all clenched up with passion and determination. Pop art for any pornographer's treasury.
Frances jammed back against the monster. I caught her on the rebound and rammed until our buttocks squished wetly together. Pete was on the ball.
"Game's over!" he announced. "Hold it."
Nobody cheated. Frances and I just kneeled there, heads hanging low, ass to ass, knocked out by the excitement and the orgasms we'd had. Pete took a couple of pictures from a high angle of our gorgeous behinds all jammed together.
Then I felt that marking pen as it moved between my streaming pussy and Frances's and prayed that I'd won the victory.
"Move off of it," Pete ordered.
Frances and I started crawling away from each other, slowly. It seemed like I crawled a half a block before the head of that thing came out of me into Phil's hand. I fell flat on the carpet. I turned over and watched the score keeper and his measuring device. All of the men and Janey were there supervising. Pete measured from my end of the monster in to the mark. Then he measured from Frances's end in to the mark. There was a discussion, and more measuring. Then Pete announced the results.
"In the opinion of the committee, unanimously, the race was a dead heat. Ten inches in each cunt, exactly."
I looked at Phil and Janey. They were nodding. What a disappointment. All that wonderful work, and no decision. Frances crawled over to me and took me in her arms. I squeezed her.
"It was a good fight. We'll have a return match whenever you want it," she whispered. "I love you!" And she kissed me on my sweaty lips, tenderly.
Phil helped me to a low sofa, and sat me down on a towel. I was sopping wet, especially between the legs. Pete helped Frances, beating Ken to her by a half step. She sat down beside me, her arm around me.
Janey showed up in the middle of the room with that beautiful ivory dildo. Frances aimed the camera at her.
"I will now give a demonstration of a girl driving herself around the bend," she said. She started that nice smooth, slippery thing up her vaginal passage.
Phil and Pete looked on with interest, but not with passion. They'd both watched Jane masturbate with dildos before. When Janey got it almost all in she turned the base of it and it started buzzing. Audience interest picked up as Janey started her screaming toe dance. ... Moving that vibrating thing in and out and back and forth and squating on it and jumping in the air off of it, and sobbing. Frances shot some great pictures. Fucked out as I was, I got excited watching Jane. She turned a bright pink all over, and the come ran out of her in a steady stream. Finally she fell to her knees, and the buzzing phallus dropped out of her. Janey fell on her face in her own come again. Pete ran out and picked up the ivory dildo, and turned it off. Then he helped Janey to a big chair and placed her in it. She opened her eyes and said, "I've got to have one of those, Pete. Please. For my birthday. It's the greatest thing since the wheel!
Then she closed her eyes again, and palpitated.
Well, just for the hell of it, all of the girls sucked off their husbands, and we went to bed all sexed out.
The next morning we all went for a swim. When we got out we partook of the pleasures of a leisurely daisy chain, in which partners were changed every few minutes until everybody had had everybody. Then we packed our gear, and our pictures, and started back to town. I took the pictures to put with the rest of our collection in an album.
When we got home Phil pulled me close and kissed me.
"Honey," he said, "I like sex as well as the next guy, but one orgy a week. Right? No more three day parties. I was getting so I hated the sight of a cunt and that's not healthy."
I knew how he felt.
After a beautiful dinner and a few drinks, though, he helped me put all of the pictures in a big leather album. There were over a hundred of them now. All exciting. Showing groups of beautiful naked people doing everything to each other. Phil looked at every one of them.
I had to blow him before he'd go to bed. My husband is a nut and I love him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was three nights later when I got the call from Alice, my maid. I was really fond of her, and so was Phil. She was sort of breathless and excited, and it didn't take me long to find out why. She had found our dirty picture album, and taken it home with her.
I gasped, of course, and got angry, and told her she was a prying little sneak, and she was fired.
"I don't think you mean that Mrs. Hanson. After all, I have all of those pictures of you and your friends, and...."
I got the idea. She had me over a barrel. Well, we could buy the pictures back from her. I supposed that was what she wanted....But it wasn't.
"Joe and I have been looking at them, and they're real exciting," the little minx cooed. "We'll bring them back to you if you'll invite us to your next party."
"You mean you and Joe want to be included in ... the activities?" I asked, thinking about long, tall Joe, and all the things I'd heard about black people's superior sexual equipment and powers. It boggled my mind.
"Yes. I know your husband would like to ... have relations with me, and I know, after looking at the pictures of you in action, that you would love to know Joe better. He's unbelievable...."
She was reading me. I knew it too.
"Why don't you and Joe come over tonight, for a ... an audition?" I asked, breathlessly.
She said they'd be at our house in a half hour. I hung up and called Phil, who was working in his den.
I explained the situation to him, and his reactions were much the same as mine. Anger, and then thought, and then excitement.
He called Pete and Ken and told them the situation. They said they'd be right over.
"Alice and Joe'll be here in a half hour," I told him. "We'd better get ready."
"I've been ready for Alice ever since she came to work here," Phil admitted, excitedly. "I've never screwed a black girl, but I understand it's great."
He ran into his shower, and I ran into mine, with visions of a black stud dancing in my head.
When the front doorbell rang twenty-five minutes later, I answered it in my sexiest peignoir. Alice was standing there, grinning at me, and Big Joe stood behind her, smiling politely.
"Come on. Come in!" I welcomed them.
Phil, in his best robe was standing behind me, eating Alice with his big blue eyes.
"Hi, Alice. Hi, Joe," he said. "Welcome to the club."
We had all of the blinds drawn, and the lights in the living room turned down low, ready for action. Alice looked around, wisely.
I smiled at Joe, sexily.
"I understand you enjoyed looking at the pictures of our little club at play," I purred.
"I certainly did. Beautiful people having fun. That's what it's all about," he grinned. "It's a club I want to join."
I always have to start things, so I slid out of my peignoir and went on exhibition. Phil skinned out of his robe, and stood there, stark naked, with his lovely tool at attention, his eyes hot on Alice.
Alice pulled her dress over her head. That's all. She was ready. Beautiful. Gorgeous breasts, pointed and mauve nippled. Little tiny waistline, and long long legs budding up into generously rounded, toothsome buttocks. She pirouetted for us.
"Do I qualify?" she asked, demurely.
Phil answered her by grabbing her buttocks and pulling her close to him, his hard cock in between her lovely legs. I looked at Joe, and gulped. He was naked, and standing up there, waving at me. The most beautiful sight I'd ever seen. Everything I'd ever heard was true. It looked a foot long, and was as big around as Frances's well remembered arm. If it had worn fingers on the end of it I would have known just how it was going to feel up in me.
Joe was looking at me, hotly.
"Would you like to play a game of sixty-nine with me, just to start the evening off?" he asked, politely.
Would I? I fell to the floor, and waited for him. When he was on his back, with his knees drawn up, I mounted him, and lowered myself slowly on his hard tongue. While he was opening me up I kissed that barber pole of his, and licked it, and squeezed his balls, and rotated my white ass on his coffee colored face, and damn near came just thinking about what I was doing.
I looked over to see what Phil was accomplishing. Alice was just screwing her gorgeous black behind down on his face. His white hands on her black buttocks grasped and patted. She was licking his big white cock, preparing it for the sacrifice ... Wow!
Joe was running his long hot tongue up and down my crack, hitting my clit at the end of every lick. I put the huge head of him in between my lips and started down on that gargantuan brown erection. My tongue laved back and forth on the underside of him like a windshield wiper. He liked it ... He jammed it further into my mouth, and I twisted my head, trying to find an angle where I could get it down my throat. While I was searching I pumped artistically away at him. He was so big my jaws started aching from the way I had to stretch, but they ached good.
That's about where we were when the chimes sounded again. I waited to see if Phil was going to get up and answer the door. He didn't make a move toward it. I don't suppose he even heard it. Alice was squeezing her thighs against his head, washing his face with her sopping cunt. I excused myself, wiped my dripping lips with the back of my hand, and went to the door. Pete and Jane had arrived.
I saw Ken's Cadillac pull up to the curb, and told Pete and Jane to go on in. I'd wait here for the rest of the party. Ken and Frances strode up the walk, frightened and a little angry. They were surprised to see me naked.
"This is simple blackmail," Ken said. "We'll just have to buy the pictures back, that's all...."
Frances looked angry, too. I motioned for them to follow me. When they saw what was going on in the living room Frances's anger faded fast.
"Oooooo," she breathed. "Look at the size of that thing."
She fell to her knees by the side of Joe and Jane. Jane had, of course, taken my place immediately upon entering the room. Frances burned as Jane's head bobbed up and down on that foot long pole.
Pete was taking pictures of both couples. Ken took up his position beside Phil and Alice, stripping out of his clothes and begging, "Don't be a hog, Phil. Save some for me." He put his hand on Alice's twirling buttocks and panted, "Oooh! Black velvet."
Janey had most of Joe in her mouth when he bucked and came. She choked and gulped and pinwheeled on his tongue and came and came.
Frances was pushing at her ... "Come on, Janey. Let me have it!"
Jane finally rolled off, and Frances crawled on. Joe's big telephone pole didn't miss a stroke. Frances put it in her mouth, and he drove it down her throat. Almost all of the way in. I waited for Frances to choke, but she didn't. She was a great cocksucker. I had to admit it.
Phil came in Alice's mouth, crawled out from under her and gave his place to a panting, ready Ken. Alice swallowed Ken and the beat went on. I sure felt left out. Everybody had had a mouth full of goop but me, and Pete. Pete wanted to fuck me, but I wanted Joe, so I waited. Pete continued to take pictures.
Jane sidled up to me. "Wow!" she whispered. "What a joy stick!"
I couldn't have agreed with her more. Pete was taking close shots of Alice's sensational behind, as it twisted around on Ken's wide mouth. He stopped by me and watched for a moment.
"That's for me!" he muttered. "Look at that!"
I was looking. It was hard to look away.
Before the evening was over I got my wish. Joe put a pillow under my pretty white ass and crawled on and screwed the living hell out of me. I'd never had it so good. He really wrung me out. Thank God he was a satyr, and indefatigable. Both of the other girls were watching and playing with their pussies, standing in line waiting their turns.
"Can you take on both of us, after you get through with Irene?" Frances asked Joe. "Please?"
Joe pumped away in me and grinned at Frances. "And your mothers," he said.
I had my legs wrapped around him, and I tightened them with all my strength. This was no time for talk. When I tightened up on Joe he really socked it to me. I screamed, and squeezed him again. Pretty soon my inner cunt got used to all that depth, but it took awhile. I thought he was going to go clear through me.
Of course I was orgasming all over the place, and when Joe announced that he was going to blow in me, I was glad. He grunted and rammed it clear up where it had never been before and I damn near died with the beautiful pain of it. He held it there while he unloaded his two lemon sized balls of all of their sperm, before he let me pull away.
That took care of me for the evening.
Joe motioned for Frances to get on the pillow. Her little white ass hit it, and bounced right up.
"It's all wet!" she complained.
Joe gently pushed her back down and fit his monster into her vagina.
"Not as wet as it's going to be when I'm through with you, Red," he told her.
I watched Frances make faces as that hard, slick, sweet axe handle kept going into her, extra inches. Clear back where it wasn't sunburned. She yelled and kicked Joe with her feet, which were over his squirming, pile driving buttocks. She corkscrewed up against him, yelling for more. Some woman.
I turned around to watch my beloved husband Phil learn about fucking from Alice. She had her legs up over his shoulders, and her beautiful round ass swung like a wrecking ball against his nuts on every stroke. Phil was grunting and panting, and sweating. Alice was milking him dry. I watched as she contracted her little purple pussy lips on Phil's overmatched pole on the outstrokes, making him gasp every time she did it. I sat down beside them, and sucked Alice's tits while she was bucking my husband into heaven. She pulled my lips up to hers, and slipped her tongue into my mouth. It was hot as fire. She wagged it around, exploring the insides of my cheeks and lips, and I sucked it like a cock. Man, was it alive.
I kept making love to Alice all the time she was fucking Pete out of his mind, and then Ken. Ken really turned her on, with his technique. He had her humping like a sea serpent. She almost sucked my tongue out of my mouth.
Joe and Alice had really brought old fashioned fucking back into popularity again. Joe had all the women, and Alice had all the men. The white folks were all fucked out, so Joe and Alice gave an exhibition with Alice on top, riding that huge peg. It was some show. Pete got a lot of great pictures. We all watched bug eyes and Phil told me a story.
"Did you ever fuck a nigger?" one southern colonel asked another one.
"Well, I sure thought I had, until I saw a nigger fucking a nigger," was the reply....
And that tells the whole story. They just do it better, and longer, and fancier.
After the exhibition we all rested.
Janey was in the warm glow of the well fucked girl. "We ought to have a name for our little group," she said, "Like the Fomic Eight."
We all laughed, and my brilliant husband went into deep thought.
"I've got the name. 'SPERM.' The Society for the Preservation of Eating, Rutting and Masturbating. S-P-E-R-M. You buy it?"
"Look great on a letterhead," Ken commented.
"How about a name like 'MAGGIE'. Men and Girls for Goosing, Intercourse and Eating?" Ken suggested. "You could put that on a letterhead!"
"How about 'BRIEF'," I suggested. "Bi-Racial Intercourse Eating and Fucking, Inc."
"I like Janey's idea. The Fomic Eight," Pete said.
We finally agreed on that for a name.
Joe was a cameraman at a network television station. He sat playing with Frances's beautiful tits and said he knew where he could get three reels of the best stag film he ever saw. Direct from Sweden. Two reels of Lesbian activity, and one of hetrosexual fucking.
"Can you bring them to the next meeting?" my sex mad husband asked, all excited.
"Sure. And I'll bring a projector from the station. "These things are in color. Beautiful blonde broads, fucking, sucking, masturbating themselves and each other. They're heavy!"
I'd never seen a stag film, and I was just as anxious as Phil was for Joe to expose me to the pleasures of them. And nobody could be any more anxious than that. Janey was all bright eyed and excited. Even Frances. She'd seen a lot of stag films, but she wanted to see more. If it had anything to do with sex Frances was for it.
We decided to have the next meeting in Frances's studio on Saturday evening.
Joe and Alice left first. Joe had to make the eleven o'clock news. All of the boys patted Alice's beautiful behind clear to the door.
All the girls stood around, squirming and remembering Joe's big hard cock. Our Afro-American friends were the hit of the evening.
Phil slapped me on the ass, after our popular new members left and asked me, "Well. Rene ... Do you feel well fucked?"
I nodded dreamily. "Yeah. I sure do. That Joe opened up new unexplored territory in all of us girls."
Glassy eyed Janey agreed. "It's not just the hugeness of that beautiful Colorado Madura thing either. It's what he does with it. I'm not complaining about any of you guys, believe me. You've all made my pussy happy. It's just different with him."
Ken snorted. "Too bad you can't be men, girls. You'll never know what that little black Alice can do to a cock. She's got moves that nobody ever heard of. That beautiful thing of hers sucks you like a mouth, doesn't it, Phil?"
Ken had sure asked the right man.
Phil nodded, a far away look in his eyes. "I don't know what she does, but she sure does it good. To think she's been around here all this time, with all that talent, and those gorgeous tits, and that beautiful ass, and I've passed it by."
He hated himself. Well. He was welcome to Alice if I could have Joe. No hard feelings.
I don't know what Mr. Freud would have made out of it, but that night after everybody went home I went to sleep, and dreamed about Alice.
She was delicious.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Joe had the screen for the stag films all set up in Frances's sexy studio when Phil and I got there Saturday night. Alice and Frances and Ken and Joe were all nude, and guilty looking. Both Phil and I figured old sneakie Frances had invited her new friends over for a quicky before traffic got heavy. You could never tell by looking at Joe's axe handle. It was straight as a string and hard as a rock. On most men that would have meant something, but not on Joe. He could have screwed both the girls and it would still have stood towering up there.
Pete and Jane arrived minutes after Phil and I did, and the members of Fornic Eight were in session. Naked and horny.
The screen was set against the far wall from the door. There were four chairs set in a row a few feet in front of the projector, and out of its range.
I tried to figure out why four chairs, for seven people. It was an interesting question.
"What are the four chairs for?" I asked Frances.
"I thought you'd never ask! You see we're going to be watching some very exotic film tonight. So I decided it would be entertaining for the four girls to sort of bend over and lean on the chairs, while the boys fucked them from the rear. That way you can watch while you're doing. Two pumps to each girl and then on to the next one ... Understand?"
"Yeah," Janey and I did a duet. I carried on from there.
"You mean like Pete leads off, and I'm the first girl in line. ... he pumps me twice, and then moves to Alice, for two jabs, and then Jane and then Fran. Right?"
"Don't you think it sounds exciting, Irene?" Alice asked. "I sure do. It'll give us something to do besides masturbate while we're watching those Swedes ball."
"Sounds great to me. I'm just sorry Joe isn't going to be in the stag line...." I said, regretfully.
"He will be," Frances assured me. "When he has to stop to change reels we'll all stop. One for all, and all for one."
"The first reel's ready to roll. This is a hairy one. Les stuff," Joe announced. "The ladies will take their places. The men will line up."
I managed to get a second chair. Fran got first. Alice third, and Janey fourth. I looked back over my shoulder. Pet and Ken and Phil and even Joe were looking at those four beautiful split tails with real affection and anticipation. That's the way they were lined up. Pete, then Ken, then Phil, then last but by no stretch of the imagination least, Joe.
The lights went out. The screen lit up. The projector hummed, and the show was under way. All of we girls were squirming our behinds and activating our cunts, waiting for the first onslaught. "GIRL'S SCHOOL" the title came up on the screen.
Pete slid into Fran and she reacted. Four beautiful naked blondes just coming out of the shower showed up on screen, and Pete took the first two jabs in me. They all dried each other, kissing tits and playing while Ken slid it into me and pumped twice. Oh man! Whoever thought of this torture should be drummed out of the corps. Two of the Swedish girls went to their knees and started tonguing the cunts of the other two as Phil slapped old faithful up into me for a couple of runs. I knew who was coming next. The blonde eaters tipped the two eatees back on the bed and really dove for their tender parts as Joe slipped it into me. ... Ohhhhhh! . ... in and out, in again ... and out! Damn it!
The girls on the screen were changing the formation to two games of sixty-nine. Pete was back for a couple of jabs. The camera moved into a close up of the girl she was eating. Ken. Breathing a little hard now. Wham! Wham! A close shot from a side angle of a tongue running in and out of an open blonde pussy brought me the tender jabbings of Phil. I got ready for Jolting Joe. Frances was moaning low as he did her. A rear shot between the raising and lowering buttocks of the girl on top of the plunging tongue and sucking lips of the one below. All in beautiful color. And here comes Joe. He rammed it in. Making me grunt, and dragged it out. I thought he was going to short change me. I yelled and backed into him. He was going to give me two all the time. ... He rammed in and pulled out. Pete sloshed a couple into me as the other girl on top went into a flailing orgasm.
The camera moved in close on the openings and closings of a pink and gold pussy in climax.
The orgasming girl kept it going with a beautifully manicured finger on her clit. Ken and Phil took their pumps at me while I was fascinated with the film. I heard Frances yell, "No! No! Don't take it away, Joe! Joe!" But Joe was already in me, and gushing me so full of come that I ran over. Lucky Irene. I won the jackpot. Joe trailed it wetly out of me and gave the rest of his sperm to Alice as Pete skidded in and wobbled around in there.
Now one of the girls, the most beautiful one, was all spread out on the bed while all of the others made love to her. One of them fucked her with a dildo just like mine. One was on top, flicking nipples and sucking them. The other one was eating the star's pussy. The girl who was getting all of the attention was a real beauty. They did a lot of close up face shots on her until the girl who was working the top straddled her legs and sat down on the pretty one's tongue.
The camera moved into a low angle, and we saw some camera work as the lens picked up every lick of that tongue up that open crack, and every move of that lower lip as it nibbled away. Very sexy stuff. Joe was pumping into me again. Christ! He was really a dynamiter. I felt Alice's hand crawl in between my legs and find my clit. She played it tenderly and effectively. I found hers with my hand, and returned the favor. We were both coming all of the time, before that short subject ended.
When the lights went back on Phil had just started to hit in Alice's beautiful grasping snatch. All rules were forgotten. He kept right on pumping and shooting his gun off up in that clutching lavender cunt. Alice moaned and groaned and ground back against him and they had a mutual orgasm for the group, which topped anything on the screen. Phil collapsed. Alice leaned on the back of her chair, tits swinging and lovely buttocks still cutting capers.
"I demand a short intermission between pictures," I said, "while my insides regroup. Joe's moved them all out of place."
All of the rest of the girls felt pretty much the same way. Pete had shot in Frances. Joe had shot in me. Phil had shot in Alice and Ken had shot in Jane. We were all dripping all over that good old bear skin rug.
We retired to the ladies retreat for kleenex and repairs. All anybody talked about in there, away from the men, was what a jolter Joe was. Everybody envied me because I'd got the sperm treatment from him.
"Listen, all of you," Frances bossed. "I feel the same way about having Joe up in me as the rest of you. It's all there is. But we'd better watch it. We keep talking about how great he is it's going to give our very adequate husband's inferiority complexes, and the Fornic Eight is going to be dissolved."
She was so right. But I had one remark to make in self defense.
"Our sensitive husbands had better watch the way they talk about how much better a fuck Alice is than the rest of us then. We all know any one of them would kick us all out of bed to get her."
Alice was frowning. "It's not my fault. It's just the way it is with black people. I don't make any play for your men. I can't help it if they all want to fuck me."
We none of us blamed Alice, and we told her so, patting her sensational behind, and sticking our fingers up in her, and kissing her beautiful black bouncy breasts. We were all crazy about her. She turned us on almost as much as Joe did.
We girls sat down in the chairs for the next two reels of fucking. We played with each other, and sucked the men when they gave us a chance, and made remarks about the people on the screen, most of them complimentary. I got bored watching the Lesbians. After all how many ways can you eat a pussy. I got down between Alice's legs and had a lot more fun than those Swedes did. There's nothing as soft and sweet as a colored girl's pubic hair. That stuff that looks like steel wool? It's silky wool! Alice put her hands on my head and moved her little pussy around to show me where she wanted my tongue and lips, and we had a real good one.
"This last one's the best of the bunch," Joe said as he put on the last reel. Men and women. Fucking."
"Good!" Janey called out. "I thought maybe it had been outlawed in Sweden."
Ken pulled me out of my chair, and sat down in it, his pole pointed right at me.
"I want to see the picture!" I complained.
"Well. Turn your back to me and sit down. We'll both watch the fucking, while we're showing them how!"
I turned my back to Ken, and sat down on his big rod. It was almost as big as Joe's. That's a lie. It was big though, and it felt dandy up in there. I moved up and down on it while I watched ten Swedes, five men and five women, all beautiful people, bang each other in every possible way including men and men, women and women, and all combinations of the two. It was a good stag film. Exciting. Especially if you happened to be bouncing around on a nine inch cock, while the guy played with your nipples, and you played with your clit.
When that last film was over, and the lights went up the activities in that room made the picture on the screen look like a May Pole dance in a grade school.
Jane and Phil were in the last throes of a game of sixty-nine. Frances and Pete were doing it the old fashioned way, with her legs wrapped around his waist, and him driving her into the rug with every thrust. Ken and I had just finished a real juicy one. I got up off of him and saw that Alice was on her knees sucking Joe, all the way in, all the way out. Eyes closed, hands on his ass. As I watched Joe almost blew her head off. I saw the white sperm running down her black chin, and it was sexy, believe me.
Naturally we all had to relax a little bit after all of those sexual calisthenics. The discussion of the sexy Swedes was complimentary and sizzling. Then Jane dropped her bombshell....
"You can sit around and talk about how wonderful those fucking films were all night," she said, "but I'm telling you the Fornic Eight performs a better stag film every time we get together."
"We did a better one tonight, while we were watching them," Phil commented. "Too bad they couldn't see us. They could have learned plenty."
That was true.
"We were doing it for fun. They were doing it for money. That's the difference," I said, not realizing what I was starting.
"Why don't we do a stag film, just for ourselves?" Joe asked. "I can liberate a camera, and the lights, from the studio. And we've got a dedicated cast."
It sounded like an exciting idea, and everybody tried to talk at once.
"Joe could shoot it, and direct it," Alice said. "I'm all for it."
So was I. I wanted to see myself, in living color, doing all of the things I do best. It would be like watching yourself in a mirror, only better.
"Count me in," I shouted. "Tell me who and what to do and stand by with the Academy Awards."
Ken, always the executive, had a sensible question.
"I know Joe's work. He can light it and direct it professionally, but where are we going to get color film processed?"
"I've got a friend here in town who makes color stag films," Joe said. "Got his own lab. Does good work."
"How you going to keep him from keeping a print?" Ken asked.
"We'll pay him good money for his work, and I'll be right there while he's printing it. No sweat. Nobody'll see it except him and me. It may drive him a little bit nuts, seeing all those really beautiful naked broads after the dogs he usually shoots, but he won't have a chance to cheat. Remember Alice and I are going to be in it."
Alice looked at Joe, frowning a little. "You're talking about Augie, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"He'll recognize me, won't he?" she asked.
"Not unless he's seen that strawberry mark on your butt," Joe grinned, "because we're all going to be wearing masks."
"Sequined dominos for the girls. Lone Rangers for the boys!" Frances enthused. "I like that. They're sexy...."
I liked it too. I could do things wearing a mask I wouldn't think of doing without one. I didn't know what, but I'd think of something. A sexy mask would inspire me.
From there on the conversation was a hodge podge of suggestions with everybody talking at once. We were all charged up by the idea of being movie stars. We were all looking forward to fucking and sucking and cornholing and masturbating in the movies, wearing masks.
"I don't know about the rest of you cats," little Alice moaned, "but all this talk about sex makes me want some. How about a daisy chain before we break up the meeting?"
It was my lucky night. I elbowed everybody out of the way and got to suck Joe while Alice was going down on me. An Irene sandwich. I loved that Alice. She was so much the best at everything. And Joe! The master.!
CHAPTER NINE
The evening of the great experimental sex movie finally came. While Joe and the boys were setting up the lights in the big room we girls all retired to the master bath to put lipstick on our nipples, and apply what we decided would be adequate screen make up. Alice was a big help. She'd been around the studio with Joe enough to know the rudiments of make believe.
Ken came in, in his Television Executive personality, and touched us up a little, here and there. Especially Alice. He brought in our sequined masks, and we put them on. Wow! Just putting those masks on gave all of us a feeling of selflessness and freedom that really turned us on. Everybody started grabbing for Ken's cock, and he ducked out.
Frances was playing with her pussy, so we all played. The reason we gave ourselves was we wanted them to be wet and gleaming for the first close up. No doubt about it. By the time we made our appearance in the living room we were the four hottest, readiest girls ever to walk on a set.
There were four masked girls and three masked men ready for action, with masked Joe behind the camera. Joe told us what he wanted. Pete eating Frances, while Frances ate Alice, and Alice sucked Pete, in a daisy chain. Jane and I riding the pegs of Ken and Phil, while they laid on their backs on the fur rug.
We all got into action, while Joe tested the lights with his meter, and looked for good camera angles. He just told us to do what came naturally. He'd find the shots.
I had my back to the daisy chain starring Pete and Frances and Alice, but I could hear the soft voice of Joe as he directed them, and it really heated me.
"Alright now, Alice. I'm right on your mouth. Pull up almost off Pete. ... A little bit more, so I can see there's nothing in there except part of the head. Now nibble at him. ... Good girl. Now dive! All the way ... Good! Good! Now up again. Close your eyes Alice. Don't look at the camera. ... All the way up. Take it out of your mouth and lick hell out of it, starting at his balls ... all the way up. ... Round and round on the head of it. Look like you're enjoying it. That's right. Now bite into the side of it and shake it, like a dog with a bone. Great. Now, in your mouth again and dive! All the way. I want to get your chin against his balls. ... Good. Good! Pete, you let me know when you're coming. Don't hurry. Just let me know in time so I can get Alice's expression when you shoot in her thorat. Don't forget now. Okay ... Frances. ... Raise Alice's legs a little further apart so I can get a shot of your tongue in her. That's right. ... Lick the clit. Good. Good. You look beautiful. Smile as you lick, huh? Enjoy it. Alice, roll your ass a little more. Make her work for it. I'm moving into a close up on your cunt, Alice. Give me some action.
Put your tongue as far in as it will go, Fran. Run it in and out. Good.! Spread her lips with your fingers, Frances, so I can get a shot of just your tongue going in and out of her hole. Fine. In and out. In and out. Wonderful. Okay Pete. Here I come. Eat it like you liked it. Great contrast, your sun tan between Fran's white thighs. Run a finger or two in and out of her while you suck her clit. That's a good girl Fran. Rock with it. Shake your beautiful ass up to it. Twitch it. Ohh! Good! I'm going to stand up and take a full shot now of the three of you. Give me lots of action, all of you. Way up and way down. Alice. Grab his ass and hang on. Frances. Cheat a little bit to the right so I can see your face. Drive it down her throat, Pete. Great. Don't come without giving me a little notice, Pete. ... Keep going. I'm going to get the rest of the party."
Can you imagine what was happening to me, listening to all of that while I was bouncing up and down on Ken's burning, stiff pole? I was so hot I could feel the heat pouring out of me. I was sweating like a grave digger.
"Alright, Irene. I'm focused in on your pretty pussy. Ride clear up on Ken, so I can see the head of him almost coming out of you. Now twirl a little bit, and nibble....Wonderful. Now slowly. ... All the way down. Beautiful. Squirm around on his big balls. Jump it up at her, Ken. Plant your feet and try to throw her off. Good. Give me another long stroke now, Irene. All the way up. Slowly. ... Fine. Twirl on it. Grab it. Milk it. Now slide all the way down. I'm coming around for a face shot now. ... No! Don't open your eyes! Just keep on doing what you're doing. Good God, you're beautiful when you're in heat. That's it, lick your lips. Look passionate."
"I'm coming," I whispered. "Ohhhhhh ... "
He held the camera close on me while I came. I knew I was contorting my face, but I didn't care.
"Great. Great. Woman in orgasm. Passion....Great....Thanks, Irene ... I'm going back to your cunt. Let it pour out. Pump it out of her, Ken."
I just held my cunt poised almost all of the way up Ken's pole. He bounced it up into me, and out again in a series of plunges that really got my automatic comer to gush all over everything. I could feel it running down my legs. I was yowling, just for my own benefit. I was glad I was going to have this fuck on film. It was a really great one.
I heard Pete yell, urgently, from what seemed a long way away.
"Hurry. I'm coming, Joe! I'm going to hit!" I heard Joe scurrying over to where Alice was sucking Pete.
"Alright, Alice. Pete's going to blow in your mouth. Suck hell out of it. You know how. ... Let it run out of your mouth, down your black chin. Yeah. There it goes! Got a mouthful honey? Swallow some and let the rest drip out. Keep pumping on it. Get it all out of him ... That's great. Way down on it. Then way up, and let it drible out of your lips. Are you coming? Good! Let me see what you look like when you're in orgasm. Like it! Like it! As soon as you can, take Pete out of your mouth and lick all the come off of him. Now! While you're still hitting! Good girl ... I'm moving down now to get a picture of your black ass on France's face. Twist it. Twist it. Alright Frances. Swallow again. Gulp. You've got a mouthful? Swallow it ... Good ... wash her face with it, Alice. Rub it around on her. Good...."
I felt Ken starting to kick, way up in me.
"Ken's coming," I yelled, and I heard Joe crawl over to us.
"Alright, Irene. Raise clear up and jam down. Ken. Let her have it any time. Corkscrew, Irene. I'm focusing on your beautiful ass. Let's have some action. More. More. Bounce faster. There it is. (Ken yelled out.) You've got it! You feel it gushing clear up in there? Sit down hard on it! Grind! Grind! Now ... clear up so we can see the jism spurt out of you! There! Twirl it! Twirl it! Slam down on it! Bang it into her, Ken. Man ... What an orgasm. It's running down your legs Irene. Feel it? Twist on it! Let his cock out of you so I can get a picture of the last couple of spurts, with your open pussy just above the head of it. Great! Great!
It was Phil's turn.
"Hey! I'm coming. Hurry!"
Joe moved over to the next couple. Directing every move.
Ken put it back into me, and we just fucked for fun for awhile, as private citizens.
We both decided it would be more fun watching so I crawled off and watched Joe take some great pictures of Phil's orgasm up into Janey. Janey, knowing the camera was on her, did an artistically exciting series of twists and twirls as she rode out Phil's Academy Award climax. The jism ran out of her pussy, and down her legs, and when she finally pulled up off of Phil she held her absolutely darling pussy up over him while he spurted the last few gobs. Then Joe moved back for a long shot of all of us, as we finished the first round of what was to be a long day of sex.
Joe was all hopped up about the wonderful shots he got on the first roll of film. He said every one of us were just sensational. We had starred in what had to be the best roll of stag film ever shot, anywhere.
While he was reloading the camera, the rest of us just sat around feeling proud of ourselves and playing with each other, waiting for the director to tell us what he wanted next. I knew what I wanted. I wanted Joe to fuck me. But that was a relatively constant want, so I didn't mention it.
I looked at that enormous cock of Joe's like it was some heathen idol. I wanted it any place he put it. I thought of volunteering to take it in my ass, but thought better of it. I could never make it. Frances probably could, but I would be damned if I was going to mention that.
Joe said he'd shoot a roll of lead-in and lead-out film. He told us to just keep on what we were doing. I was just standing there, looking. He shot me, running the camera up and down from my feet, past my tits, to my face. I smiled for the birdy and stuck my tongue out. He shot Pete and Jane as they sat next to each other, kissing and swapping tongues. He shot Alice as she wiped between her legs with a big towel, and she hammed for him. Phil moved in to help her, and Joe kept shooting. Phil patted Alice's gorgeous fanny, and kissed it. It went on film. Joe took a lot of close head shots of all of us. We never knew when he was shooting. It seemed to Jane he was wasting a lot of film and she said so.
"Let's get to fucking," she yelled.
Joe said he wanted a reel of Frances seducting Alice to Lesbianism. All the way. He told Alice to get dressed and go outside the door. He had Frances put on a robe. Then he started shooting and had Frances go to the door and let Alice in. They kissed, and Frances invited Alice to sit down on a sofa. Joe was in close on them, recording every move.
"Take her tits out, Frances. Alice. You act scared. Right?"
Alice was wearing a low cut dress and Frances reached into it and pulled her gorgeous tits out, one at a time, toying with them and making love to them with her fluttering fingers. Alice gave a great performance as the reluctant prey. Slowly and reluctantly she let Frances strip her. Shuddering deliciously as the redhead toyed with her nipples, and her bottom, and her clit. Kissing her all over and driving her up the wall.
"Give her the arm, Fran," I whispered loud enough for everybody to hear me. Frances ignored me. She was laying Alice down on the sofa. Gently. I knew what came next. She started giving her that old tongue bath treatment. Just like she did me. Teasing and nipping and lipping from nipple to nipple, and from navel to inner thighs. Fran's red tongue, and red hair against Alice's shining black skin was sexy enough without all of the rest of the picture.
"Now spread her legs apart and dive in there," Joe directed.
Frances tenderly parted Alice's so willing legs, and she toyed with that nice long standup red-black clit with her hand for a moment. But she didn't dive. She licked it tenderly, and sucked it gently, but she kept pulling away. Frances wasn't about to take any direction on how to drive a red hot girl out of her mind. Her long fingers entered Alice one by one. Alice was squirming against them. Her hands were on the back of Frances's head pulling her down, but Frances did what she came to do. She kept adding fingers to that throbbing, grasping black fringed cunt. One by one.
I saw her pull them out, and lay her thumb in tight along the side of her hand. Joe was on his knees now, getting a close shot of Alice's quivering buttocks and gaping pussy. Slowly Frances started her hand up in there. It stopped, and Alice bucked against it, screaming. The hand disappeared. Joe took a close shot of Frances's exultant expression as she slid her arm further up into Alice's in sides.
I was coming just thinking about what those fingers were doing up inside of Alice. Reaching out in all directions.
Alice was crying like a baby now. Plunging against that invading arm. Trying to get it all into her. France's lips closed around Alice's clitoris. Joe was on a close shot. Frances nibbled and bit delicately, while her arm plunged back and forth up into Alice's womb. Alice was thrashing about, crying, grabbing at her tits with her hands, squeezing and kneading them, hard. Joe got close ups of her in high heat.
Alice screamed like the devil had pronged her with a hot pitchfork and Frances's arm started pumping come out of her ... Gush after gush. Frances's lips grabbed Alice's clitoris, and her cheeks hollowed with the power of her sucking. Alice closed her flailing legs around the redhead. Frances withdrew her arm, and her hand, slowly from that blasting oven where they had been, and her lips closed over Alice's entire vulva, sucking. Sucking ... and swallowing. Alice fell back on the sofa. Unconscious with ecstasy.
Joe got it all on film. It had to be the best Lesbian footage ever made. I looked around at the rest of the group. They were all bathed in perspiration, panting, worn out from watching that great emotional scene. Phil had an orgasm, unassisted, when Alice had hers. He stood looking down at his cock, stupidly, as it spit out the last gush of sperm.
Frances slapped Alice a few times, gently, on the cheek. Ken brought her a glass of brandy. Alice came out of her trance, and pulled Frances into her arms.
"Oh ... Thank you, Frances. That was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. Thank you...."
Frances kissed her on the lips, and smiled at her.
"You were wonderful," she said, tenderly.
Joe was out of film again. He kept muttering about what a hell of a scene he'd shot there. He had been all around the two rutting women getting close shots of every expression, every move, every part and meeting of parts.
When Joe got the camera loaded Pete suggested that he run it while Joe did some fancy fucking. Joe appreciated it. He came right to me, confirming conclusively the power of prayer. .
"Want to do a little fancy fucking with me, honey, while you eat Jane?"
I got Jane in position on the sofa, pillow under her ass, legs spread, pussy open for my tongue, and bent over and took an experimental lick at her.
Joe was giving directions.
"Everybody ad lib. Kiss, and pat, and make love ... with whoever you've got a hard on for. Just keep it moving. Pete, shoot anything you see that looks interesting. Lots of close ups. You know. Reaction shots...."
"You want my arm up in there?" I asked Jane.
She thought it over, studying my hand for size. Then she shook her head.
"Not now. I haven't been fucked yet, and I don't want to spoil it."
"Hey Pete," Joe called, as he started to fit that girl stretcher of his up against my spasming pussy. "Want to get a shot of my big black thing going into this little pink hole?"
Good old Panting Pete was right there with the camera, zooming in as Joe stretched my pulsing vagina, and entered me. Ohhh. I have read in a lot of marriage manuals that size makes no difference to a woman, because there are no nerves in vaginal walls. I must be a real freak. Size makes a difference to my pussy, believe me. Phil feels better up in me than Pete, and Ken feels better than Phil, and Joe! Joe blows my mind when he jams up there.
"Not all at once, Joe, please!" I whined. "Feed it to me gently. Don't hurt me, Joe, darling ... "
That big cock of his stretched my entrance and brought my throbbing little clitoris down to where Joe rubbed against it, going and coming. It rubbed back, and I felt faint with pleasure.
"Ready for the rest of it, Irene?" Joe asked, quietly, after he'd made about five short strokes.
My inner pussy was reaching for it, greedily. I was ready.
"Yes! Yes! Sock it to me, Joe. All the way!" I yelled, and rammed back against him. I'd completely forgotten about Jane in my heat for Joe. She was laying there, all spread out, waiting for my tongue.
Jane grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her crotch. She rubbed her pussy all over my face, moaning and twitching.
"Eat me! Irene. Eat me!" she begged.
So I tried to make up for insulting her by being special. I kissed her crack, and toyed with her clit with the end of my tongue.
It was hard to keep my mind on Jane when Joe was plunging that ball bat of his up against all of the sides of my tender passage, and stretching the bottom of it with every grunt. I soon entered that half world where nothing seems real, and did everything I was supposed to do to Jane, sucking and biting, and licking, automatically. I surrendered all of my consciousness to the heart stopping probings of Big Joe.
Every once in awhile I'd get a look of Pete as he got down on his knees and shot up at my cunt where it drippingly embraced Joe's rampaging manhood. Even the fact that the curlicues being cut by my beautiful white ass as it teased that big black cock were being put on film for later exhibition didn't inspire me. I didn't need any inspiration but Joe. I loved him. I still do.
The big knot in my stomach that Joe kept knocking around spread through my whole body and my mind. I was generating a climax that would finish me for the night. A mind blower. It built and built, and my gaspings got shorter and shorter, and finally I ran completely out of breath, and climaxed! Gallons. Just as Joe jet sprayed me clear up where the orgasm was born. I rotated wildly against him for a few minutes, and then, as he walked backward, drawing his belly-expander out of me, I settled to my knees, whimpering and making violent love to Jane as a release.
Pete was right there with the camera, a glassy look in his eyes. He kissed my squirming ass and whispered "You really blew one that time, honey. That black cock really knocks you out, doesn't it?"
I nodded weakly, gulping come from his wife's pussy. As soon as I could talk I whispered, "It sure does."
Joe sat down next to Jane.
"Like to have a ride on my peg, Jane?" he asked.
Jane pushed me back, rudely.
"Sorry, Irene. I just got a better offer," she said.
I didn't blame her. Joe had it all stuck up in the air for her, and her pussy was aching for it.
I just sat back on my haunches and watched as Joe's hugeness slowly disappeared up into Jane, while she gasped and wiggled and kissed his shoulder.
After Pete got a few shots of Joe in Jane, he moved over to where Ken and Frances and Phil and Alice had a daisy chain going. As soon as Ken knew he was on camera he bit Alice on the clit, to get her attention, and said, "I want my picture taken fucking you, beautiful. Okay?"
Alice had respect for Ken's big bruiser. She pulled her lips up off of Phil's cock and rolled over to where Ken could mount her. He put a pillow under her chocolate buttocks and crawled on.
"Hey, Pete!" Ken called out. "Focus in on this fancy fucking, Pete!"
I saw Pete getting the camera in position to film the stabbing of Ken's pale organ into that purple passion pit, and I saw something else that upset me a little, even in my befuddled state. Frances was crawling around to where she could get Phil in her mouth, and she looked at Ken and his chosen fuckee with blind hatred.
After Joe had screwed Jane down into the sofa he gave Frances a ride that was a real sensation. She was going to show everybody that she was the best. She bounced and cut figure eights and clamped down on Joe's muscle and sucked it with her pussy, and took it all on every stroke and begged for more. It was an event of great beauty to watch. Two real pros, showing off for their friends.
Pete shot almost a whole reel of film on them.
After that we were all fucked out, but Joe wasn't satisfied. He kept grouping us in threes and fours, playing grab ass and stink finger, and kissing, and playing with each other's titties, and dancing together, naked. Even an ad lib erotic dance by Frances who had had ballet training, and Jane, who had once been a chorus girl.
The piece de resistance of the entire affair was a contest between Alice and Frances, natural enemies, over who could get the most of the double headed monster up their cooze. I was the score keeper, starter, and measurer.
Joe photographed this himself, on his knees, all around the two girls, whistling and making encouraging remarks and really digging this action. He wanted us to all stand around the contestants, playing with ourselves or somebody else, and cheering the gladiators on.
Well. That was some contest. A grudge fight, at least as far as Frances was concerned. She and Alice stood ass to ass as I fitted the two heads into them. Joe shot down from a high angle. Beautiful picture. That round black ass and that pear shaped white one, with sixteen inches of three-inch-wide pink rubber between them.
When I said "Go!" Frances trield to back up right into Alice. But Alice moved away, and the plunge didn't work. They had both been sufficiently stretched so the monster slid in fairly easily, but they couldn't get it all in, either or both of them, so the game went on.
I finally called "four inches", and Alice slid back another inch, and held it with her vise while Frances tried to wriggle it out of her. "Three inches!" I called out. Frances drove corkscrewing back, but Alice threw her off with a side lurch. Frances recovered first and got in a good jab. Gained over a half inch, I figured. Alice countered, and I called out ... "Two inches to go!" They both got their second wind, moved forward a hair and then jammed back. Their bottoms smacked together, and the game was over.
I marked between their steaming pussies, and noted that both of their assholes were spasming. They crawled forward off of the double header and Phil grabbed the end that came out of Frances. Pete grabbed the other as it fell out of Alice.
I measured from Frances's end to the line first. Nine and a half inches. Phil and Pete and Ken and Jane were right there watching. I measured from Alice's end. Ten and a half inches.
I turned around and announced the verdict ... "The winner, with ten and a half inches is ... Alice!"
Alice jumped up and down and clapped her little pink palmed hands and everybody congratulated her. Frances finally got up and came over and shook Alice's hand. But she was a sore loser.
Ken was bouncing Alice's titties and telling her how great she looked in winning. That was a mistake. I was looking at Frances, and she was thin lipped and trying to contain her anger. Pete was patting Alice's beautiful buttocks and kissing her on the cheek. I looked at Jane. She was about ready to blow.
We'd all had it after that one. Joe took a lot more pictures of us all, dressing and saying goodnight. He asked us all to come back in, after we had our clothes on, like we were just arriving. So we did. He said he was going to spend a lot of time cutting this picture. He'd shot almost three hours of film, and he doubted if the final stag reel would be over an hour long. But what he kept would be the most sensational stag reel ever made. We all believed that.
That night Phil asked me to drive the car home. He claimed he'd had seven orgasms during the party. I thought back, and I'd seen him have five, so maybe he wasn't lying. I'd had a hundred but it didn't affect my driving.
On the way home Phil said Pete was pretty pissed off with Janey for being so in love with that black cock.
"Next to nobody makes as big a fool out of himself over Alice as Pete does. He hasn't got much room to kick. He's got his tongue or his cock or his finger in that poor girl every time he gets near her."
Phil thought it over. "Ken's kind of sore at Frances for loving that big black pole, too."
"Frances could have killed Ken tonight when he congratulated Alice on winning that monster race," I sighed. "Looks like we're the only civilized couple in the bunch"
Ken nodded. "Joe and Alice and us," he corrected me. He was right. Joe and Alice weren't jealous of each other.
Why should they be? they were the world's champions.
CHAPTER TEN
Frances and Jane were on the phone with me every day, asking when the film was going to be ready for viewing. They weren't any more anxious to see it than I was.
On the first weekend after the filming we had a get together at Pete and Jane's and everything went pretty well. Frances was still watching Ken around Alice, and he gave her plenty to watch. He couldn't keep his hands, or his tongue, off of that girl. I watched Frances, and she was just as hot after Joe as Ken was after Alice. During that particular orgy Jane and Pete had a big fight because Pete fucked Alice twice, and never did get around to Jane. Of course Jane was fairly busy standing in line waiting for Joe.
Joe said his friend had the film almost all processed, and was putting together the all time greatest stag film ever made. This guy'd seen everything, having been in the pornography business all of his life and Joe told us he raved about our film. Great camera work and beautiful people. It really got to him, according to Joe.
Cornered by all of us, Joe said he'd try to have it ready for all of us to see in two more weeks. He invited Frances and Jane and me to his makeshift cutting room to see the roughly cut film in the lens of the Moviola we had, as a group, rented for him to use.
We went over the next Wednesday, all of us girls, including Alice. Joe let us into his very nice apartment, and took us back to the bedroom he was using as a cutting room. None uf us, except Alice, had ever seen a Moviola machine before. It's just a device film cutter's use so they can see how to cut and slice the film together. The film runs through the machine, just like it goes through a projector, and the picture can be seen on a little tiny screen. About four inches by about three inches, I guess.
We crowded around and Joe ran the film for us. It was just as sensational as we knew it was going to be. In a picture that size all of the action was exaggerated, and everything was really plain.
Joe only had about fifteen minutes of the film ready, but we looked at that, and drooled.
The opening scene starred Pete and Alice and Frances in the daisy chain.
Joe had focused in right on Alice's sucking mouth. She sucked, hollow cheeked, all the way up Pete's throbbing cock, until we could see the head of it coming out of her mouth. We watched her lips and teeth nibble at him. Great head shot of Alice. She looked just wonderful. Then she dove down until Pete's cock had completely disappeared in her throat. She held it there for a minute, with a look of pure contentment on her beautiful face.
"Oooohhhh, Alice. You sure do suck good," I said, softly. "Pete never had it that good before."
"Did he tell you that?" Jane demanded to know. "Did he? I can suck a cock better than she can. Pete told me so."
She was looking for a fight. Nobody else wanted one so we didn't answer her.
The camera moved to a head shot of Frances, with her mouth in Alice's pussy, working away like crazy. Joe really did a job on this scene. We could see Frances's tongue as it moved in and out of Alice's beautiful hole. Alice's lovely black behind was a thing to behold, the way it was twisting and bumping. Frances spread the lips with her fingers, and we could look right up that glistening slit as Fran's hard red tongue laved it. Wow! I started coming in my pants, right there.
Joe took us through the whole first reel. Pete's part in the daisy chain, eating Fran. Then Jane and I riding Ken and Pete's pegs. Good close camera work on all of it. An occasional shot of all of us as we worked away, with bemused expressions. That close up he got just as I went into orgasm really was something. I gushed again, and felt it running down my leg.
There was some great footage on Pete coming in Alice's mouth. Just great! Joe was a fine camera man, and a good director. He sure as hell got great performances out of his cast that night. Of course we were all type cast. Playing ourselves. And each other. Christ! Watching that little fifteen minutes of film made me so hot that as soon as the lights went back on I asked Joe if he had time to fuck us all. He did. Me first. Alice last.
I don't know why he fooled around with the rest of us. Alice was so beautiful, and had so many moves none of the rest of us could ever learn. He screwed Frances second, and she and I played a short game of sixty-nine right there on the floor while the other two girls were getting theirs. Her arm slid in easily, following Joe's big cock.
The next weekend Joe couldn't make the orgy, and Alice told me she was going to stay with Joe and help him get the film ready.
I told Phil Joe and Alice couldn't be there, and he decided to use the weekend to make an out of town trip to see a client. Ken said he had to be at the station ... Big shots from out of town to be entertained.
Pete and Jane and Frances and I had a sort of a sex affair, but it wound up in a beef between Pete and Jane when Pete was so dejected that he could make it a couple of times. Jane reminded him that he had never failed to come up when Alice was around. Frances was grumpy too. She said Ken could have been there, but it just wasn't worth the effort, without that colored cunt, Alice.
It was a pretty depressing evening, really. I had a hunch that the Fornic Eight was in trouble. Big trouble.
The next weekend we all had a meeting to see the one hour film Joe had assembled for us. He brought the projector and we had the premier in Frances's studio.
It was the most exciting experience any one of us had ever had. We'd all studied the still photographs Pete had taken of us doing all of the things we now watched being acted out on the screen, but the stills weren't nearlly as exciting as the actual action!
We all got naked, of course, before the picture started, and the girls all played with themselves, and each other, and the boys, but there was no actual sexual couplings while the film was running. Nobody would allow their bugging eyes to leave the screen long enough.
Joe's camera work was specific and graphic. We girls saw our cunts, and our mouths and our hands, and our buttocks in explicit action, and it thrilled us. The boys watched their experienced cocks plunging in and out of these assorted holes. They panted and made breathless carnal comments.
Joe had cut out all extraneous material. What was on that film was just raw sex, sex, sex, intimate and immediate. All of the actors and actresses were determined to get their facial expressions right into the camera, to show the rest of the group how much they were enjoying the various sexual acts they participated in so joyously.
We each studied all of the various techniques of fucking, sucking and cuntlapping with a zealot's desire to learn all there was. When Alice was on the screen the room filled with both male and female vocal appreciation of her artistry in every thing she did. When Joe was a part of the filmed scene, the comments, mostly feminine, were excited and lewd and appreciative of his prowess. The rest of us got our accolades, also, but they were tepid compared to the comments brought forth by the performances of the black couple.
By the time the film was over, everybody in that room was charged with the desire to have sex in every way with everybody. Most especially with Joe and Alice. All of the girls fought over Joe, outwardly good-natured, but inwardly vicious. I won. He fucked me, with a pillow under my ass, and my legs around his lean middle and my tongue in his mouth. I knew Frances and Jane were bitterly disappointed when they had to settle for lesser cocks.
Just as a social comment, I noticed that nobody yelled for a daisy chain, and nobody went for sixty-nine. When you're that hot only one thing works. Good old fashioned fucking. The room was filled by the liquid sounds of wet bodies flailing into each other, women moaning and men grunting. Screams of "Give it all to me. Please!"
"Take it slow and easy" and "Ohhhh! I'm coming! Don't stop now!"
Jane was shouting every dirty word she could think of while Phil fucked her. Frances was on top of Pete, in the equestrian position, twisting and jolting down on him. She was watching hot eyed as her husband, Ken, fucked Alice tenderly and lovingly, pronging her corkscrewing black ass presented to him from her kneeling position on the couch.
Joe was doing me even better than usual. Driving and moving it around in me in a way that made me breathless and euphoric.
With his mouth close to my ear he whispered, "Ohhh. You are so much the best fuck of all the honkies, baby. You rock and roll like a soul sister!"
I was so flattered that I rocked and rolled even more, and used my grabber with abandon. I orgasmed and climaxed and came until I knew I'd never be able to stand again. My knees were quivering against his sweaty sides, my ass was inspired, my teeth set in his shoulder. This was fucking!
That first big burst of sex just about satisfied everybody. Just for appearance's sake we played a game of daisy chain before the meeting broke up, and I didn't even try for Joe or Alice. I got in between Jane and Phil, and let Frances have that big black one to suck. Phil won Alice to eat.
After that we all went home. Each of us had a print of the film we had all starred in.
Phil and I talked about the film all the way home. Phil complimented me on my excellent work as an actress, and I told him I wasn't acting, and he grinned. We both agreed that Joe and Alice were the greatest. Phil asked me if I was in love with Joe's big cock, and I told him I supposed I was. He said that was alright with him, because he was madly enamoured of Alice's performance in all things sexual.
We went to bed, still discussing our crushes. Like adults, we decided that we loved each other, but we had to admit that for fucking purposes we preferred our dark skinned friends. We were both perfectly frank about it, and, because it was a hobby we shared, we kissed each other goodnight, lovingly, and decided we were very lucky people, to have each other for true affection, and Joe and Alice for baser satisfactions ... We went to sleep, and I dreamed about Alice. Weird.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was two weeks, and two eventful orgies, later when Jane called me one morning before I was out of bed. She was so excited she could hardly talk.
"Look at the theatrical page in your morning paper," she finally managed to sputter. "I'll hold the phone while you get it. Hurry!"
I went to the door and yelled for Alice to bring me the paper. She brought it in, smiling nervously, and handed it to me. She stayed there, at the end of the bed while I found the theatrical section, and looked through the ads.
I found what Jane was so excited about. It was an ad for the Kitty Kat Theatres, a chain devoted to movies dedicated to the tastes of adult sex maniacs. I was in the ad, masked, kissing Alice on one cheek, while Frances kissed her on the other. Jane was grinning into the camera, her arms around Alice, eyes heavy with sex. All four of us were featuring our tits, lightly airbrushed over for the benefit of the paper's censors. The headlines read "Now! The World Premier of the adult film you've all been waiting for,"
"THE MASQUERS"
"Explicit! Daring! Love in the suburbs!"
"I see what you mean," I said into the phone. "We are really movie stars. I'll talk to Alice and call you back."
I hung up the phone. Alice had the paper, looking at the ad with shining eyes, and a silly defiant smile.
"Well, Alice," I demanded, "tell me about it."
"Alright. I will. You know why Joe shot all that film the night he made the picture? Shots of people kissing, and just standing around, and all that stuff?"
"I think I do, but please go on."
"Well. Joe wanted to get enough erotic, but not illegal, film to cut together into a theatrical "Nudie", starring really beautiful people. He cut the sex real into the picture he gave you, and made a theatrical film with the rest of the footage."
"And he sold the "Nudie" without telling the actors anything about it."
"That's right. He got ten thousand dollars for it. Cash. We've made a down payment on a nice house, and we're going to get married!" Alice was pleasantly defiant.
I looked at the ad again. None of us were really recognizable. I felt a thrill, knowing that hundreds of thousands of people were going to be watching me, nude, doing everything but actually fucking and sucking on the screen. But I didn't tell Alice about the thrill.
"How many theatres is it playing in ... and where?" I asked her.
"It's playing in thirty-five markets, from Coast to Coast," she answered. "The film distributor figures it will be the highest grossing "Nudie" of all time!"
I pulled Alice into bed with me and kissed her. She was eating me when I called Jane back.
"Janey," I said, "call Fran and tell her to get Ken to take her to the picture tonight. And you and Pete go. I'll be there with Phil. We can't all go together, that would be too obvious. But we should see it before we decide what we're going to do about it!"
Jane was just as anxious to see the picture as I was. We all went to different Kitty Kat Theatres that night, with the understanding that we'd meet at our house after the show.
When I told Phil he was being starred at a local adult theatre he was shocked and angry. He looked at the ad and called me back, in an entirely different mood.
"Nobody'd going to be able to recognize us," he chortled. "It's going to be a kick in the head watching that picture!"
It was!
How many people have the opportunity of watching themselves, stark naked, making love with a group of other attractive men and women, of assorted colors, ten feet tall, in living color?
Phil and I sat through the picture, nudging each other and enjoying every moment on that huge screen with passionate interest. Frances was sensational in her screen personality. Jane was pixyish and sexy. Alice absolutely divine. Pete was earnest and devoted to his art. Ken was impressive in his physical charms. Phil was eager and expert, and Joe was out of this world.
We recalled when every shot was taken. They'd seemed so unimportant to us at the time. Now ... they were sexy and motivated and solid erotic entertainment.
We watched the reactions of the people, all men, who were in the theatre with us. They were all utterly absorbed in the screen. Breathing hard and twitching in their seats. We really got through to our audience.
That night, after the show, we all met at our house, the entire membership of The Fornic Eight. The girls were all sexed up by the thrills of watching themselves nakedly making love before the eyes of so many strangers. The boys were in the same condition, but not so ready to admit it.
Frances walked through the door, tearing her clothes off. "I don't know what it does to the rest of you, knowing that hundreds of thousands of men are going to be watching you, stark naked, making love ... just before they go home and remember every detail of your ass and your tits and your mouths, and your movements, while they masturbate or attack their wives, but it really sexed me up. I was beautiful!"
We all stripped and had a daisy chain. One of the liveliest I've ever been a part of. I ate Alice while Pete ate me, and Frances sucked Pete, and Pete lapped Janey and Janey, lucky, sucked Big Joe, and Joe ate me, good!
While we were recovering from that sexual Saturnalia we sat around on the floor, and simmered down. Nobody was angry with Joe any more. We were all glad he sold the film.
"Why don't we make another one?" Frances asked with excitement. "A film planned for theatrical showing. You know, with a kind of plot, and a special setting and everything. Could you sell it, Joe?"
"I can get fifty thousand for the next one, starring "The Masquers' ", Joe reported. "Fifty big ones. I've already written the story line and had it okayed by the Distributor."
He had the story line on six pages, Xeroxed into eight copies. We each took our copy, and read it, hot eyed and excited.
The story was localed on a swank and expensive woman's beauty farm. Joe planned on shooting it at Ken and Frances's country place. That main room, and the bedrooms, would fit the story perfectly. We could rent some equipment, like vibrating belts, and fanny-reducing paddling machines, and other sexy devices which would feature the exotic aspects of women in the nude.
Everybody bought that idea. Everyone of us girls could see ourselves with our ass in a vibrator bilt, tits a swinging, and butts a rotating.
The star of the piece was written as a voluptuous sexpot, who owned the place and was its best advertisement. She's double gaited and hot blooded. She insisted on all of her clients being naked at all times as part of the regimen of the establishment. The farm was far off the beaten track, and enjoyed the absolute privacy so necessary for a bunch of naked dames, with strong sexual urges.
In the outline, four hunters get lost in the forest and stumble into the beauty farm's recreation room, catching the owner and her three clients vibrating nakedly. After the first shock all concerned parties decided they may as well enjoy the situation. All of the hunters want to make love to the gorgeous owner, but she insists that everybody get into the act.
The part of the owner was far the fattest in the play. I felt the story was written for me. I'm sure Frances and Janey each could see themselves in the starring role.
Everybody agreed that the story and the setting was ideal, and we all wanted to appear in it. Ken saw one little problem. The men's parts were all about equal. There was only one star. The sexpot who owned the farm. Who was going to play her?
We finally decided to settle it by vote. Everybody in The Fornic Eight would write his or her choice for the girl to play the starring role on a slip of paper. Ken walked around collecting the folded slips in his big hand.
All of us girls were sure of two votes. Our and our husband's. We figured it would take more than one poll to make the choice.
Phil pulled the slips of paper out of Ken's hand and read them off, one by one.
The result was a shocker.
Five votes for Alice. One each for Frances, Jane and me. Our own.
There was a dead silence for a beat, as it dawned on each of us girls that every one of our husbands had voted for Alice!
Frances, her face as red as her hair, leaped to her feet, pulled her dress frantically over her head, took her underwear and her stockings in her hand and screamed at Ken. "Alright, you black-loving son of a bitch!" she growled. "I'm going to see that lawyer again tomorrow, and this time I'm going to take the gold out of your teeth!"
Jane was shrugging into her dress. "If that's the way it's going to be, Pete, we're out of it. Let's go! Come on!"
Ken and Pete followed their raging wives out of the house, trying to reason with them. Nobody can afford a divorce.
Phil and I were left with Joe and Alice. Alice was flattered but kind of sad.
"I didn't have anything to do with it," she said.
I crawled over to her and kissed her.
"It wasn't your fault, honey. You're just the sexiest girl alive, that's all. They'll simmer down, but who needs them."
I turned to Phil, who sat grinning at me.
"Not me," he said. "I've got everything I need right here."
"I wouldn't mind losing you, double crosser," I said to Phil, with a little laugh in my voice to tell him I didn't mean it, "but I don't want to lose Joe, nor Alice, so let's have a party."
I crawled over to Joe, and sat carefully down on his big, beloved erection, sinking on it reverently, all the way.
I heard Alice say, "Let me get on top, like Irene is. I'll give you a ride you'll never forget."
Phil groaned in ecstasy a few seconds later, and I knew Alice's cunt was nibbling its way down his happy cock.
The Fornic Eight had become The Fucking Four, without regret from the remaining members. I was Joe's choice of all the honky broads. Alice and Phil had a rapport. I loved Alice, with all my heart. I loved Phil, sincerely, in the best wifely way. And ... I adored that big black thing that Joe was using to stretch me, and rearrange my insides. This was the ideal answer to happy marriage. Everybody had what they wanted, without jealousy, or recriminations, or guilt feelings.
That's the way it still is, three years later. I see all of the retired members of The Fornic Eight often, and they all want back in the organization. I always change the subject, and say that Phil and I have seen the error of our ways. I'm sure that Frances and Ken and Pete and Jane still get together to watch the film we made, and look at the still pictures, and ball with each other, and God knows who else. They're welcome to their fun. Phil and I have the best, and we're deliriously happily married, with a big ball to look forward to every weekend.
Joe and Alice are married, and live in the house that sex built. Alice comes over every once in awhile and we make girl love, complete with France's patented tongue baths, and arm massages, between the foursomes. Phil knows all about it, and approves. So does Joe, who, incidentally, is doing very well in his TV career.
Every once in awhile Phil, the sex mad fiend, suggests we cut in another couple, but I veto the idea immediately. Two couples can have an ideal and rewarding relationship. Any more than that brings on jealousy and arguments. Who needs more than two men and a woman to make love to, or, in Phil and Joe's case, two sexy, insatiable, beautiful, dedicated, double-gaited girls? I don't want to share Joe or Phil with anybody but Alice, and Alice feels the same way about it.
I have found the answer to how to be happy though married! I'm in love with Phil intellectually, with Joe physically, and with darling, passionate Alice, I know now, the most of all!