Warren Sutter was a good driver, and he handled the year-old Pontiac G.T.O. through the ice and snow with an ease and grace which belied his concentration. The road from Oswego, the large town at the base of Dix Mountain, was windy and treacherous, and up until the day before, had been closed to traffic by a heavy snowstorm. The ten-foot high banks which lined the road, blown there by the snow plows, made it like driving in a narrow canyon; a canyon in which the slightest wrong maneuver by the driver could send the car sliding and crashing into the wall.
Occasionally the road would parallel a cliff, and one side would be open to a many hundred foot drop down the side of the mountain, the only protection a thin wooden guard railing. Nevertheless, Sutter drove faster than he should have, assured of his ability and impatient to make up for the time lost in Oswego while waiting for clearance. Luckily Dix Mountain Lodge had held the reservation-he had called from Oswego as soon as he found out about the road being blocked-but if he didn't make it up the mountain by tonight, the room would be lost. And in the middle of the ski season, he doubted that he would be able to find a broom-closet vacant.
Already one damned day down the drain, he thought savagely, with a good chance that the rest of the two weeks won't work out, either. This idea to go to Dix Mountain Lodge for their vacation was crazy to begin with, and he should never have agreed to go. He would-have much preferred to spend his time relaxing around the house, drinking beer and watching television than this!
He glanced resentfully at his wife, Toni, who sat next to him, and then back to the icy road. The glare was giving him a headache-almost as much of a headache as Toni was. When they married he had loved her deeply, but that seemed like a thousand years ago now, and a lot of things had happened in the three years of living together. They were incompatible, that's all; unable to adjust to one another's needs socially or sexually, and no amount of getting-away-to-start-all-over crap was going to change that fact. But she had insisted in this last-ditch attempt to salvage their marriage; a two-week second honeymoon in a remote resort stuck in the middle of the Sierras, and out of pity or affection he still had for her, or just to stop her nagging at him, he had acquiesced.
It wasn't going to work. He knew it in his bones that there was just too much wrong with their life as man and wife to have Dix Mountain Lodge cure it in a fortnight. Correction: one week. It had taken a day to pack, another two to Oswego, and then the extra one while the road was cleared. Throw in the two days to return, and that left a remaining seven days for a miracle to happen. Not that he disliked Toni, he assured himself. He still had feelings for her, and he hoped the best for her. They couldn't find happiness together; it was as simple as that. She should have taken the money this fool trip was costing them and seen a lawyer about a divorce. She was good-looking enough to snare another man without too much trouble-one who had a sex drive which needed fulfilling one night a month.
Toni Sutter was indeed good-looking. Her parents were Hawaiian and White Russian, and the resultant combination had proved startlingly successful. She was medium height and on the slender side, with breasts slightly larger than usual for her build, boyish hips, and long, finely sculptured legs. Her feet were small, with tiny, short toes of the Islanders, and her waist was waspish, highlighting her firm young breasts even more so. Her face was oval but had the accented chin and cheek bones of Russian blood; a pert, upturned nose; and almond shaped eyes with very dark, very deep pupils. Her lips were naturally full red, rarely needing much lipstick, and they were relatively thin, although her lower lip curved outwards and down in a constant mock pout. Her satin textured skin was of a golden hue as though she had a tan the year around, and her jet black hair cascaded down over her shoulders to cameo her face in its silken softness.
Her clothes were extremely practical, and neat. Her Austrian wool sweater was blue and white, with an Alpine scene woven into it, and her matching blue ski pants hugged her slim buttocks and thighs gracefully, and her black apresski boots were functional and smart. There was an independence about her as she looked over at her husband, and at first glance one might take her as being head-strong, impulsive, and full of the love for danger. She was the kind who would enter sports car rallys and parachute jump-and be good at it, or so one thought.
However, the surface appearance of Toni Sutter was different than the young woman beneath. For all her functional, no-nonsense ways, there was still the child inside who needed to be comforted and tenderly encouraged and, yes, even wanted to be protected. Toni Sutter had fears and inhibitions and restraining ties which made her life one long series of taboos. She couldn't do this, she didn't like to do that, she refused to do another. She was afraid of herself, a psychiatrist might opine, probably dating back to earliest childhood when her mother had raised her with the insistent use of a willow rod on the backsides, or perhaps when her father would .gruffly reject her tentative feelers for affection since he hadn't wanted the girl in the first place.
Toni Sutter neither liked herself nor trusted herself. There was something wrong about herself, she knew subconsciously. It did not come out in so many words when asked; but she still woke up sweating from a re-occurring nightmare of her parents fighting, and the still, warm air of Hawaii being broken by Father yelling that the little whore wasn't worth the bother of feeding and that it was all Mother's fault for getting pregnant, and Mother lashing back that it took two to get pregnant and that he didn't think that she had wanted the child either, did he? Many a night Toni had cried her little self asleep to that same argument, and it had exacted its warped toll upon her personality.
In the hands of a kind, gentle, patient man-one older and wiser, perhaps-the damage to Toni could probably have been undone in time. He could have become a replacement father for the one she never had, and trusted him and believed in what he directed her to do. Her mental legs, so long under-nourished, would have been weak at first; but with care they could have grown strong until she would have been able to, stand on her own two feet. But Warren, for all his good points, was too young, too barren of experience, too impulsive to take that needed time. He only saw the surface, and consequently was distressed, hurt, and confused when she could not respond the way he had expected her to.
Yet who could blame him for not seeing his wife's infirmaries? She hid them well with her hard veneer surface, and denied vehemently that she was anything, save what she seemed. Ironically, it was this same undercurrent of frailty which was both wrecking their marriage and keeping it together, for she fought for its solvency when a more independent Woman would have decided that the marriage wasn't worth saving any longer. She couldn't afford to admit failure, not after the unconscious feeling that she had failed miserably as a child. She kept grasping for solutions the way a drowning man clutches straws, and with about the same amount of success. For in her fear of losing Warren was also the trepidation to really change into the full-blooded woman he desired. It was a vicious circle, and one that she hoped could be broken for good by going to Dix Mountain Lodge.
And that was why when she looked over at Warren with a look of independence, she was really trembling from fright inside. His dark, gloomy countenance spoke of the anger which was building inside him, and the resentment he harbored instead of happiness over the trip. Nothing had to be said; the marriage had deteriorated to the point where words were useless vestiges and used more to hurt than to communicate. She had learned her husband's ways well enough to know what this sign of irritability would mean for her tonight. She knew the scene which would happen as it had happened so many times over the last three years, and she dreaded it. She almost was ready to ask him to turn around-but that would probably cause a harangue worse than ever.
She knew that tonight, in the privacy of their room, Warren would come at her like an uncontrolled animal, demanding sex rapaciously, tearing into her with his hardened penis without thought to her requirements or wishes, but only to use her as a receptacle for his scalding male seed. And she also knew of her complete inability to respond under such horrible, animalistic circumstances. She froze in terror at times like that, her vaginal passage dry and her legs locked in rejection. In modern terms, she completely "turned-off," even got sick physically to avoid his lustful lovemaking-anything, anything at all to stop him from entering her. Lovemaking? No, there was no tenderness, no affection, no "love" to it.' It was... what was the word Warren used? Yes... it was fucking... and that lewd word described exactly the nightmarish act of perversion which he perpetrated on her defenseless genitals.
Fuck... Toni shivered from the evilness of that foul, ugly monosyllable. She hated that word and what it stood for, but when she pleaded for Warren to not use it, and the others like cunt and cock and asshole, he only laughed sardonically and spat them at her at a great rate. He called her frigid, a goddamn ice-box on legs with as much sex drive as an iron radiator, and tonight if things held according to practice, he would call her those names again. Their marital bed was a place to sleep and that was all, for as he became more frustrated with her unresponsiveness, the harsher he got; and the harsher he got, the less she was able to give of herself.
Her dream that Dix Mountain Lodge would become the place where their love and communication would be reborn was dwindling with each nearing mile. She looked out the side window at the wall of dirty snow, and rivulets of tears began to cross her cheeks unhampered. If this didn't work then a divorce was the only answer, she knew, and then there would once more be the many lonely nights when she would be crying herself to sleep alone.
As the morning became afternoon, and then the sun began to set, the lodge came into view. The sun was bathing its front windows in a scarlet and orange glow; the windows reflecting the color as though a fire raged within. There was a big, two hundred car parking lot, freshly cleared, in front, and then the large entrance, and then two stories of rooms. The lodge was in the ski-resort standard of white stucco and rough-hewn logs done in a combination Swiss Chalet and English Tudor cross-hatched design, and although the Sutters had never been to Dix Mountain before, they had been to enough lodges like it to know that there would be a coffee shop and bar to one side of the large reception area, probably with a gas-fireplace in roaring blaze, and a section of lockers and rest-rooms on the other side for skiers to change in and rent equipment. The floor would be ice-cold stone slabs, and the decor would mainly consist of foreign flags and travel posters, and the rooms would be small and spartan.
Warren Sutter parked as close to the lodge as he could get, which wasn't too near. There was still some skiers on the slopes, their ant-like forms visible on the two rope-tows which operated behind and above the lodge, but most were in the warm confines of the lodge, quaffing hot buttered rum and talking of the pack, no doubt, and as a result the parking lot had not thinned out much. Warren opened the trunk, slipping on the ice as he did. He grabbed hold of the deck lid in order to steady himself.
"Shit!" he cursed. He yanked on the handles of the suitcases and dumped them in the snow. "C'mon, let's get the hell out of this freezing weather. I need a drink."
Toni took the lightest suit case and struggled toward the lodge entrance. She followed her husband, trying to keep up with his large and quick gait, again cowering as she gazed at his back. He was big and broad shouldered, massive and thick with a bullneck and muscular thighs and legs. He had been a fullback in high school, and went to college on a football scholarship. He had been lucky, and made it though the four years with no more injuries than a broken nose. His handsome, almost innocently open face and brush-cut brown hair gave him the appearance of being younger than his twenty-five years; His looks had until his marriage caused him to be mothered by a lot of very willing girls. It was only natural, Toni conceded, that Warren would want more sex than some other, less popular man. But still, the lobby and reception desk was just as they had been imagined. Toni looked around her as Warren signed the register, and she could see into the little cocktail lounge, called "The End O' the Trail," and she heard the bubbling laughter and murmur of camaraderie which emanated from the packed group within. Some of her earlier enthusiasm returned as she saw the happiness, and she desperately hoped that she was wrong about Warren, and that he would try very hard to make their stay pleasant. God knew she was. Warren was brusk as he took the key and went to the room 214, and barely waited for Toni to place her bag on the little rack beside the foot of the narrow double bed before locking the door and started back down the stairs to the bar. Toni had hoped to unpack, and had even tried to open what she had thought to be a closet door, but which was actually the connecting door between their room and the one next to theirs, but Warren had been insistent. The drive had taken the stuffing out of him, and there was nothing he wanted to do more than to relax with a bourbon and water.
As they passed Room 212, it suddenly opened and a man came out, almost bumping into Warren. There were a few necessary but barely audible apologies, and then the man went one way and the Sutters went to the stairs. The man had struck some strange response in Toni as though she had seen him someplace before and she couldn't remember where. Of course she knew that to be silly: the man was a total stranger, but the thought nagged at the base of her brain.
The man had been handsome, but not in the way Warren was. Rather, there was an air of genteel suaveness about him, an aura of gentlemanlike sophistication like Cary Grant or the late Clark Gable. It was noticeable because so few men have such quality about them these days, she thought, and the more she dwelled upon the man, the more she was reminded of Clark Gable. The tanned, slightly craggy features, the little moustache across the wide upper lip. When the man had smiled at Warren, his eye-lids had wrinkled at their corners and dimples had appeared in his cheeks. He had the same wide, toothy grin with the innocent touch of a smirk to it. Yes; just like Gable or... her father?
The odd thought struck her without warning, and she staggered on the staircase. "Watch your step, clumsy," Warren snapped. She hardly paid attention to his jibe. Foolish girl, she chided herself, what made you think that man looked like your father? His moustache? True, Father had one... and the wide, rugged features, but there the similarity ended. She dropped the idea and continued on after her husband.
The bar had fewer patrons than before, and they were able to get a small table near the fire. Warren ordered his bourbon and water, and she had her usual vodka collins without lime, and they settled back in the tufted leather arm chairs and watched the skiers or the flickering flames. Warren spoke little; his words clipped and succinct about what he thought of the ride, the lodge, the other people, and her. None of his opinions were especially complimentary-except when reviewing some nice snow bunny who came into view. He often talked about the way other girls looked or fixed themselves up, knowing it always bothered Toni. It was sort of a constant underhanded dig at her as if she needed to be reminded that she wasn't wife enough for him.
He drank heavily, and Toni matched him. If she didn't, then he would sit and stare at her impatiently until she had drained her glass and they could re-order, for it was a quirk of his that he would not buy a drink for himself alone. She found herself getting high quite soon, and no wonder. Neither had eaten since breakfast, they had been keyed up all day and were now exhausted. After the fourth round she sipped the next drink and asked: "Warren, dear, can we get some dinner, please? I'm starved, and these drinks are going to my head."
"What?" Warren had his head turned at that moment, ogling a large lemon-haired girl nearby. "No, no, not now," he replied. "Let me enjoy my drinks first. Unless... " he smiled wryly, "Unless you'd like to go upstairs for awhile... "
"Upstairs?" Toni blinked uncomprehendingly.
"Sure," Warren said, "Seeing all' this pussy around has made me hungry, too... but not for food! I want a piece of ass!" He put his glass down hard on the table and stared at her intensely. "Let's go up to the room and fuck! Now!"
A tremor of agony rippled through Toni. It was going to be worse than ever... for he was slightly drunk, and that made him more demanding, more cruel than he was when normally aroused. She still had the shredded remains of a dress he had torn off her once when he was like this... Oh God, this whole idea of mine was a mistake from, the beginning, her mind said with quaking fear, And now he wants my body when he knows I don't want to give it...
"Well?" he demanded harshly, "I've got a big hard-on, and are you going to take care of it or not?" His face was flushed from the bourbon, and his words were a little thick. "You made me come all the way up here for a second honeymoon. Second honeymoon! Hell, our first one was lousy... I'd think you'd want to try again. But look at you," he sneered, "I can tell that the idea of spreading your legs for my hot cock makes you sick." He made a noise of disgust in his throat and turned away.
"Warren... " Toni hesitated and tried to smile. "Warren, you know I love you. It's just that I'm hungry. After we've eaten we can go upstairs if you like. I want very much to have another chance at pleasing you." Oh God, I'll try at least...
The liquor had gone to Warren's head too fast, though, and her words of placation fell on deaf ears. Pent up from the day of bad driving, frustrated from the availability of what seemed to be easy pick-ups in the bar, he shook his head and growled. "Please me? Hell, I want you to please both of Us, don't you understand? I want you to be excited and passionate and want my loving... but no, not you! You're barren, and think of sex as something dirty... something entirely separated from love. It's not, Toni, it's an integral part of love, but... ah, what's the use. You're a lousy piece of ass and always will be."
"Warren...!"
"Leave me alone, you cold-cunted prude."
The waitress approached and said, "Another round, here?" She looked expectantly at Warren. He glowered at Toni and then snapped.
"Fix her one. Me, I'm going." He stood up, a little unsteady on his feet. "Keep them coming for her and put everything on my tab. Room 214."
Toni half rose. "Warren... where are we going?"
"I'm going, but I don't want you along. I've had about all I can stomach of you for one day. You can stay here or go to bed or drop dead, for all I care."
The waitress stood by, a grimace of distaste on her mouth, but she studiously ignored the scene. She chewed a toothpick in her mouth and looked the other way. Toni clutched Warren's sleeve.
"I don't want to be here by myself. I want to be with you!"
"Piss off. I'll see you in the morning!"
He shook her free.
"But..."
"Let some other guy have a chance at you. If he's got a blow torch and a crowbar he might make it in!" With that last lewd insult of contempt, he barged from the table, brushing past the waitress and out the door of the lounge. Toni, stunned, sagged weakly to the chair again, her mind a confused whirl of sorrow.
"Let me get you another drink, dearie," the waitress said in a soothing tone. "It'll help calm you down." She shook her head. "Damn bastards, they're all alike. Treat you like dirt every time."
Before Toni realized what was happening, the waitress was back and set a tulip glass before her. "Try this."
"What-what is it?"
"Drambuie. Thick and rich, and will settle your innards, I guarantee." She nodded at Toni, and with her urging, the distraught young wife picked up the slender glass and sipped. She was pleasantly surprised.
"It is good. Sort of odd tasting, but I like it."
"That's the ticket. Now you just stay here and relax. Lorene knows how to take care of you." The waitress, Lorene, walked away and left Toni to her thoughts. Tears of anguish flowed unhampered from her eyes, and a deep choking sob built in her throat. It was all over, she saw that now. Warren had stalked off and didn't even want to be around her any longer. Ok God, my life is in ruins. Everything I had ever hoped or dreamed for has been shattered into a thousand pieces, and can never be repaired or replaced. Never! And it is my fault. All my fault. I wouldn't blame Warren if he went with another girl tonight... and never came back to me...
The smarting words of her husband made her cringe. She was barren, did think of lovemaking as sick and depraved, and had never allowed herself to experience the joys of sex. She was a prude, just like Warren had called her, and not fit for the love of any man.
A chair scraped beside her and she looked up, blinking. It was the man from 212, and he was smiling down at her. She wiped away the stain of tears which washed across her face. "Y-yes?" she asked in a faint, trembling voice.
"May I sit down?" His voice, she noticed, was warm and mellow and full. It fit the rest of his character perfectly. "You look troubled, my dear, and as we are neighbors of a sort... " he shrugged slightly.
"I-I was about to leave."
"Then let me escort you to your room."
"No, I'm fine." But when she stood, Toni staggered and she realized that the drambuie had been more potent than she had thought-not to mention the other five collins she had consumed.
"Whoops," she said. "I'm a little unsteady."
"Ah, let me," the man said, and quickly he grasped her arm with one hand. He steered her to the door. Toni, still unsure of what was happening, looked around. Lorene, the waitress was giving her a stab of disapproval from the service bar. The man caught the look, and chuckled. "Don't mind her," he said. "Lorene is... ah, that is, she has very definite ideas about love."
The room reeled around her, and Toni realized that she was inebriated. She suddenly was thankful for the man's courtesy and without noticing it, she leaned against him... like she would have done to her father if he had ever helped her. "Thank you," she said.
"My name is Shannon," he said warmly as they crossed the lobby. "Pops Shannon. I... come here often. I find it relaxing and some of the best skiing in the Sierras. Is this your first trip?"
There was a moment of hesitation. Should I say anything? Isn't it an invitation to consider me a pick-up if I do? I'm not, but his way was so sincere, and his gestures so friendly but not wolfish.
Certainly she was just being overly cautious. He was nice, that's all; a perfectly nice man doing a favor. She told him her name, and added the fact that she and her husband were next door, and then she couldn't contain the soul-searing torment which she harbored in her alcohol hazed mind, copious water flooded from her eyes as though a dam had burst, and she collapsed against Shannon as one might lean on a Father confessor. This is stupid of me... I am making an absolute fool of myself and I must stop...
But she was unable to stem the weeping now that it had begun, and Shannon put his arm around her shoulder and comforted her.
"Look," he said, "There's something that's troubling you deeply. Step in my room and talk about it, if you like."
"No... I couldn't. My... husband would mind that, I'm sure."
"Would you want your husband to see you like this?"
In a strange burst of honesty, Toni blurted, "He -he's probably not in anyway. I don't know where he is."
"Ah, the truth will out." Shannon opened the door to 212. "I thought as much. I saw you with your husband in the lounge, and when he walked away and then you started to cry, I just couldn't let the matter rest. Please... trust me. I'm the Dean of Men at Wildwood State College, and I've made it a point to help many kids like yourself with their problems." His eyes twinkled softly and he smiled broadly. "Some of the undergraduates call me Pops."
"Pops... " breathed Toni. The parallel was too great to ignore. Pops... Father... The tortured, beaten girl nodded mutely, and as though drugged, she allowed Shannon to lead her into his little room. She almost toppled on the small couch, and then she hung her head, burying her face in her tiny, trembling hands. "Oh, Mr. Shannon, I don't know what to do!" she wailed in a broken, slurred voice.
Shannon sat down next to her. "Call me Pops," he urged. He took one tightly clenched fist and uncurled her fingers and placed a tumbler in her hand. "Here. More Drambuie. I saw that Lorene had given some to you and she was right. It does help sooth."
Toni was unsure whether she should have any more to drink. She already had consumed more liquor than she ever had before, and her head was spinning terribly. She couldn't think straight... couldn't control her innermost emotions from breaking through the layer of propriety and modesty... everything was so mixed up... But there was only this strangely familiar, very friendly Mr. Shannon, no; Pops-and this little glass of dark umber colored liquid... and it seemed that only these two things were between her and complete mental collapse. She sipped the Drambuie. The burning softness of its honeyed taste did help. Pops was right there, too, so near and so kind...
She talked to Shannon then, pouring out her heart to him in total freedom, sipping often and occasionally stopping her confession in order to cry or use a handkerchief. And Pops stayed on the couch, pouring a little more of the Drambuie when necessary, always using a soothing, calm voice to commiserate or ask a question. The liquor and the almost soporific tone of voice and the relaxation of her mind as she poured out her agonies made Toni drift as time passed, and she found it much more restful to lay her head against the back of the couch and shut her eyes as she talked...
She barely was cognizant that her hand which did not hold the glass of Drambuie was being stroked tenderly between two soft palms. Only that there was a pleasant sensation... as though she was being sent to sleep by a loving parent.
From far, far away come the slumbering drone of Shannon. "Poor Toni," he murmured, "Poor, poor Toni."
Yes, poor Toni she thought to herself. The torpor within increased and Shannon's words faded into meaninglessness. There only remained the sound of that soft, hypnotic voice and the increasing fog of alcohol and the soothing feel of his fingers upon hers. "I'll rub your head, Toni," Shannon said.
"Would you like that? I know you would."
"Yes .. yes," she heard herself say, but it was from miles away. And then she felt her temple and forehead being rubbed and contentment flow through her, and she began to drift farther and farther into the nether world. It was an escape from her life with her husband... abandonment of her travails and woes... total denial of herself and her inner conflicts... there was a small warning voice in the back of her head saying that she should stop, she should get up and leave... but it was too far away and she disregarded it.
"You need understanding, Toni," the mesmerizing intonations of "Pops" Shannon continued in her ear, "Understanding and a different kind of love. A gentle love, a painless love."
"Yesssss... "
"You're a beautiful woman, Toni... so beautiful. Soft skin like velvet to the touch. You like my touch upon it, don't you? Yes, you do. I can tell that you like my touch... let me touch your body and massage it as I am your head... "
"Yes... please yes... " Toni replied thickly, still not comprehending his words, but only his hypnotically wonderful sound.
And then Shannon moved his hands across Toni's smooth white throat and down her shoulders and along her sides, carefully avoiding her breasts. Then slowly, oh so slowly, he insinuated a finger, then two, then all five under the edge of her sweater and began to rub the flat plane of her stomach in circular motion. Then upwards, across her rib) cage and then tentatively brushed across the cotton cups of her bra. Then back down to her belly and below... a grazing touch in the triangle of her tightly closed thighs.
Toni' moaned slightly, and if she had been more conscious she would have reacted with righteous indignation at this blatant disregard of her modesty. But now her mind was asleep... and her body, long overdue for it's say in her life, began to automatically respond. Her hips undulated slightly, and she unconsciously squirmed her buttocks down against the couch cushion. Lovely, she thought, so lovely... so nice... and then Shannon parted her inner thighs and slowly slipped his hand down between her legs, rubbing and kneading the soft, still covered flesh of her cunt. Toni began to squirm more freely and tiny beads of working perspiration broke out on her forehead, and her dazed mind said... nice... Warren is so nice to me for a change...
"Give me a hand, dear," Shannon's soft, gentle voice demanded. "Give me your hand... "
Obediently, Toni lifted one hand and Shannon took the glass from it and placed it on the table. Then he placed her hand on his thigh and he reached over and ever-so slowly slid the sweater up under her arms, pulling up the wool to reveal the now throbbing, heaving breasts. His hand went around one full cup and squeezed lightly, stroking the cloth and rubbing his finger over the tip. He could tell that her breast was hardening into a firm, fleshy ball of sexual excitement, and that under his ministrations, her nipple had become like a diamond ship, ready to burst in full erection if given the opportunity. And "Pops" was the one to offer just such and opportunity. He bent further forward and touched his lips to hers, and flicked his tongue inside her mouth while his hand worked increasingly faster down between her limply open legs.
Toni moaned, and in a response she was consciously unaware of, she raised her other arm and wrapped it around Shannon's neck, and stretched her body out, her passion growing hot and eager and threatening to overcome her. Her loins were increasing in their pulsations and she began to splay her legs out so that his fevered hand could gain deeper entrance and more area of her now eager pussy...
"Arch your back, dear," Shannon sighed, "Arch your back so that I can take your bra off."
She did without question, lost in the vaporous madness of liquor and sensuality. There came the touch of his fingers on the strap, the hooking of his hand so that the little snaps would come undone... and then her bra was free...
A little puff of air crossed over her now exposed tits, and her hard, red tinted nipples, so perfectly formed and centered in the darker pools of her aureoles, jumped with sudden turgidness... and it was that distinct feeling... that difference between being dressed and undressed, which snapped Toni into awareness. She was still drunk, and still hazy as to what and where and who... but she knew in that instant that it was not Warren making love to her! Her eyes flew open and she comprehended her near nudeness and the lusting light of lasciviousness which shown like lanterns in Shannon's eyes, and his hands down between her legs and on her breast. Oh dear God! her mind screamed What is this? What kind of perverted creature is this "Pops" Shannon?
"Nooo!" she cried out, and gagging, she jackknifed to her feet, throwing Shannon aside. She clutched at her rumpled sweater, crouching slightly as though she was trying to protect her warm still slightly pulsating vagina from his beady, leering face. She bared her teeth to him and yelled: "You monster! You took advantage of me! You waited until I was so drunk that I didn't know what I was doing and then you... you tried to... to take me!"
Shannon raised himself back to a sitting position and smoothed back his hair casually. His face broke out on a wide grin. "Don't act so damned righteous," he said suavely to her, "You were enjoying it for awhile. What turned you off? You might have liked it, you know."
"Shut up! Shut your disgust-disgusting mouth up!" Toni's voice rose in a shuddering wail. "How dare you... how dare you think that I would... that I could...!"
"Oh, come off it, Toni," Shannon said calmly. "From what you've told me, it's obvious that you are frustrated sexually. You're not frigid like your husband thinks. You've just never been opened up to all the wonders of physical joy."
Toni's ears pounded and she shuddered from the casual vulgarity of this man she had trusted. "Just because... because... of what I told you has happened between my husband and myself doesn't give you the right to assume I... I would allow you liberties... so disgusting as... as... "
Shannon's sinister laugh interrupted her.
"I'm... I'm going to tell Warren on you, do you hear?" Then she began to scream his name hysterically. "Warren! Warren! Oh God Warren!"
"That won't do you any good. He's probably out getting his fill of strange pussy right now, and even if you were to tell him later, he won't believe you." Shannon stood up, an evil grin across his face. "And if he does, I'll say that you propositioned me, and that we ended up screwing half the night away. And... " he added with lascivious emphasis, "I'll tell him that he was right. That you are a lousy lay! He's bound to believe me then!"
Toni stood in agonized silence for a long moment. Oh God, what can I do? With the instinctive intuition of a woman, she knew that Shannon would not hesitate to do as he threatened, and that Warren, as impulsive and resentful toward her as he was, would probably believe him. But she just couldn't sit back and let the incident be forgotten, could she? Could she?
The tears came in a torrential rush then, and Toni turned and flung herself across the room and out the door. The door slammed behind her, cutting off the malicious laughter of "Pops" Shannon.
CHAPTER TWO
Shannon stood looking at the closed door for a moment, and then he turned toward where a large bamboo screen was positioned near the door to the bedroom. He was grinning good-humoredly as he said, "You can come on out now, baby."
There was a soft, sibilant answering chuckle. Then a tall, willowy, sloe-eyed honey blonde stepped from behind the screen. She had an expensive German 16 mm movie camera in one hand, and she moistened her lips provocatively as she came forward to stand next to Shannon. She wore only a thin, transparent negligee that accentuated her high-breasted, long-legged beauty.
"Did you get it all on film?" Shannon asked her, putting an arm around her waist and drawing her close to him possessively.
"Every second of it," she told him. Her eyes were shining with eagerness and excitement. "It certainly didn't take you long to find some willing young tail, did it?"
"Old Pops is a fast worker," leered Shannon. He ran his hand along the curve of her hip and then up to squeeze one of her firm, spongy breasts through the material of the negligee. "You ought to know that by now, Gina baby. We've been married for almost five years."
"Yes," Gina said, rubbing hard against him, "but you never cease to amaze me. You're what's known as a many-faceted man, Pops Shannon." She grinned playfully. "You have more sides than an octagon."
Shannon's grin was pleasurable. "Nice of you to say so, my dear." He squeezed her breast again, and she mewled softly, rubbing her hand across his chest, letting it dip lower until it was teasing along his abdomen.
She said huskily, "Are you going to develop the film tonight, lover?"
"Of course. You're going to pay a visit to this little quail's husband tomorrow. His name is Warren; you saw him when we were in the lounge downstairs, earlier. Remember?"
"Certainly," Gina answered promptly. "Big, with brooding eyes. He looks like he'd be hell on wheels in bed."
"Well, you're going to find out about that soon enough," Shannon told her matter-of-factly.
"How do we work things with this new pair?"
"The same way as always. Why change from the tried and true now? It's worked for us for the past five years."
"There's nothing wrong with a little variation, is there?" asked Gina with mock petulance.
"Don't you get enough variation as it is?"
She giggled. "Well
" Shannon looked down at his sloe-eyed wife fondly. Damn, but she was some fine woman; he'd yet to find a better fuck, and Christ knew he'd done enough fucking in his lifetime, especially after he became Dean of Men at Wildwood State and married Gina. She was one in a million: each time he was with her was better than the last, and the more and diversified number of men she had relations with, the better she was for him. They complimented each other perfectly, teaching one another all that they knew, physically, and they were an ideal mental match as well. He was a goddamned lucky man, all right. He reminded himself of that often.
Gina leaned up to kiss his neck and then his ear, letting her warm, wet tongue snake inside the shell briefly. He shivered. Her hand dipped lower and rubbed the front of his trousers, delighted to find them bulging slightly. Shannon heard his own breath quicken at her expert manipulations.
"Did I do that, lover?" Gina whispered throatily into his ear. "Did I make that nice old cock of yours hard like it is, or was it that Toni Sutter?"
"Both of you," Shannon panted, arching his loins against her moving fingers. "You both did it."
"She more than I?"
"No! Christ, no... "
Gina laughed softly. "No woman can give you a hard-on like I can, isn't that right, lover?"
"Oh Jesus, you know it is!"
"Would you rather fuck me or her?"
"You, Gina, you!"
Again, she laughed softly. She continued to rub his prick through his trousers, and then she said, "Let's go into the bedroom and we'll see about that."
Shannon was fully aroused now, the way he always was when Gina turned her charm on him. Goddamn, but she knew how to turn a man on! She was a temptress, an old-world seductress, and she knew every trick in the book; Warren Sutter didn't know how goddamned lucky he was to be able to knock off a piece of the best woman in the world...
Shannon followed his wife into the bedroom, where she released him and turned to face him. Then, slowly, she began to unfasten the negligee, her eyes heavily lidded and smoky. Tantalizingly, like the modern-day Cleopatra she was, she let the wispy garment fall open, fall off her shoulders, slide down along her smooth creamy skin with a sibilant rustle to puddle at her feet. She stood before him completely nude, then raised her hands to cup the full, rich mounds of her breasts, kneading them like a lover would, thumbs playing over the swollen berry-like nipples. Shannon's hot eyes watched her, drinking in the beauty of her flesh, the perfection of her fleecy, natural blonde pubic hair framing the wet, pink folds of her insatiable and yet still tight cunt, the long slender columns of her marble-like legs with their soft fleshy inner thighs.
Gina reveled in his lustful gaze for a long moment, then she stepped over to the king-size double bed and lay down on it, spreading her legs wide in a wanton, inviting pose, exposing to his eyes the full, wet, palpitating expanse of her cuntal passage and the erect clitoris which nestled teasingly down in the soft blonde pubic curls. She rotated her hips lewdly on the satin spread, arching them up and lowering them again in a measured, intoxicating way. "Get naked, lover," she said, and it was a command. "Get naked right now!"
Shannon obeyed. In all else, he was lord and master-but in the bedroom with this carnal woman, he was her slave and he knew that and accepted it. He wouldn't have had it any other way. Quickly, he undressed, throwing his clothing over a chair to one side. Then he was nude, and his great, blood-red, trembling cock stood out from his groin like some great craggy promontory from a wall of granite, its unseeing eye oozing thin, clear droplets of seminal fluid as if in anticipation of what was soon to come.
"Lie down," Gina commanded, staring at his cock and licking her lips as if tasting the seeping fluid already swirling around in the warm, secret caverns of her hungry mouth. "Lie down next to me, lover."
"Are you going to suck me off?" Shannon asked with trembling excitement. "Are you, Gina?"
"If you're a good boy," Gina said temptingly. "If you're a good boy I'll suck you and suck you and suck every last drop of your delicious hot cum from your lovely balls. Is that what you'd like me to do, lover?"
"Yes, yes, yes Jesus yes!"
Gina lowered her right hand and began to stroke her belly lightly with her fingertips, her eyes on his face now, unblinking as she watched him. She began to tease the softness of her pubic mound, trailing her hand down between her legs so that she was rubbing in slow, even tempo the moistness of her cuntal mouth, teasing her clit with her index finger. "And after I suck you off, you'll suck me, won't you, lover?" she asked him in an almost hypnotic voice. "You'll put your head between my legs and stick your tongue in my cunt, won't you? You'll lick my pussy with your hot tongue, lick it and lick it like I'm playing with it right now, won't you, lover honey?"
Her lewd, promising and demanding words had lashed Shannon to a fever pitch of excitement, and his balls felt as if they would explode any second. With a soft moan, he threw himself on the bed and took Gina into his arms and began to shower her face and neck and tits with hot, moist, eager kisses. She laughed, holding him tightly for a moment, her hand seeking and finding his turgid cock and stroking it lovingly. Then she drew back from him and whispered softly, "You're a. good boy, all right, lover. You're a good boy, and now I'm going to give you your reward."
His body was oscillating as if he had the plague. He lay there and watched Gina, get up onto all fours, crawling down the bed until she was poised teasingly between his wide-splayed thighs. Oh Jesus, this what he liked the best of all, when she went down on him! She could suck cock like no woman, anywhere, in any era; she was the best, the best, the best....
He watched her with fevered excitement, raising his head off the pillow as he always did so that he wouldn't miss one single moment of the excruciatingly pleasurable act. He saw Gina lower her head almost to the tip of his upthrust, quivering cock, stroking the palpitating flesh lightly with first one hand, then the other, then between the palms of both in a maddeningly gentle caress. Moans of sheer ecstasy escaped his lips, and he wanted to tell her to hurry, to suck him, suck him now, now before he came, but he knew that he didn't dare; she was queen now, she was the conqueror and he the conquered and he knew he didn't dare say a word. Even if he came while she was playing with him like that, that was the price he would have to pay. He had cum before just from her rubbing his prick that way, shot his load all over that sweet, voluptuous face of hers; but she hadn't been angry. She had only licked away as much of his cum as she could with her tongue, and kissed him soundly, and got him hard again so she could suck him off properly...
Slowly, ever so slowly, Gina finally began to move her head down to his prick, holding it steady between the palms of her hands. Then Shannon felt the incredible softness of her lips close over the sensitive head of his cock, felt her firebrand tongue lick circles of liquid fire around and around it, flicking into the glans opening, drinking up the lubrication fluid there.
"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Shannon moaned in abject abandonment, and his hands lowered involuntarily to wrap themselves in her golden tresses, driving the full length of his massive prick deep into the soft, warm confines of her hungrily sucking mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Gina wailed in approval, and then she drew back slightly, so that she was able to taste the moist stickiness of the coronal ridge again, twirling her tongue maddeningly faster around the blood-inflated head. Then she began to suck him rhythmically, with all the practiced expertise he had come to revel in over the years. He watched her convoluted lips working on his penis, watched the soft wet red oval of her mouth pucker outward and then back in again as she sawed her mouth the full length of his rigid, swollen cock. His loins tensed and jerked upward hard into her face, all the fleshy expanse of his great prick disappearing with each hard thrust, so that only a small patch of it showed blood-red and glistening with his wife's hot saliva between her lips.
Her tongue, with nerve-shattering lickings on the outstroke, was like a separate entity, a thing gone wild with lust, making the rigid head jerk and convulse as though it, too, were alive and capable of independent action. She sucked hungrily, her concentration as full and complete as that of a nuclear physicist working out the formula for some revolutionary new aero-space advance; her breasts danced wildly below her pumping head, twin globes of loveliness which added immeasurably to the lust-inciting picture he was viewing.
His lips formed the words of encouragement which he wanted to say aloud, but couldn't: "Suck, baby, suck me, suck me, that's it, keep sucking me, keep sucking me!" At that moment he didn't care one goddamned about Toni Sutter or about all the women he'd fucked in his life- women Gina had helped him conquer in exchange for the privilege of sucking and fucking their husbands; he didn't give a royal shit for any of them but Gina, his Gina, his wonderful cocksucking Gina, Gina, Gina.
And his wife slaved below, her body glistening from tiny droplets of lust-sweat. Her right hand had gone down between her legs, and she was inserting her middle finger into the hot, wet entrance to her vagina. She slid it all the way in to her palm, drew it out to the nail, slid it in again. Faster and faster she fingered herself as she sucked her husband's cock, her buttocks heaving and twisting in the air and her breasts doing and insane danse macabre.
The shear lasciviousness of the sight cause the pressure to build unbearably in Shannon's balls.
He shoved his loins up hard against her face, needing release of the maddening build-up of semen in his scrotum, knowing that he was going to cum any second now, cum, cum, cum.
And then, all at once, he felt the eruption happen, felt the first jet of white-hot cum leap along the passage of his jerking cock. He gasped, his lips pulled back across his teeth as if he was in mortal agony, and then his cock began to flood his wife's mouth without advance warning; rush after rush of burning hot semen bloated her cheeks outward with each spurt until she was forced to swallow wildly to keep from strangling, mewling and crooning her delight at the juices which he was favoring her taste buds with, finger-fucking herself into a climax with her madly working middle finger.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhh!" cried Shannon, his hands working spasmodically in her hair now, seeing his own cum spill out around his cock at the corners of his wife's mouth, spill out and form puddles on his loins as she sucked and sucked and nibbled his still ejaculating cock while her own body shuddered and trembled in the throws of her own consuming orgasm...
Then, finally, it was over and Gina collapsed across Shannon's lower belly, his prick slipping from her mouth with a soft, obscene plopping sound. She ran her tongue over her lips, licking into her mouth every last vestige of his juices, and then she lowered her head to nuzzle and lick his balls and his now-deflated cock in thankfulness. Then, after a time, she crawled up and kissed him full on the mouth, her tongue sliding between his teeth to fill his throat; he accepted it gratefully.
They lay there for awhile, and then Gina said, "How did you like that, lover? Was it as good as always?"
"Jesus!" Shannon whispered. It was all he could say.
Gina laughed softly. "I guess I haven't lost my touch. I guess Warren Sutter won't be too disappointed with me tomorrow."
"Disappointed?" Shannon emitted a long, contented sigh, and then put voice to what he had been thinking earlier. "He doesn't know how goddamned lucky he'd going to be."
"You're sweet, lover," Gina said, and then she stirred beside him, taking his hand and gliding it down over her sweat-slick belly to the warm wetness of her cunt; "And now you have to reciprocate for what I just did for you. You have to suck my hot little cunt." Again, it was a command, but Shannon didn't care; after what she had just done for him, he would have obeyed any order she gave him. He would have licked her asshole if she'd wanted him to...
Come to think of it, that wasn't a bad idea.
Smiling, feeling his prick begin to stir again, Shannon moistened his lips and slid down the bed to where his wife's soft, pulsating cunt waited for him in all its hot, moist splendor and her tiny puckered asshole lay nestled teasingly below it.
Toni Sutter lay on the bed in hers and Warren's room, feeling miserable and never more alone. The... near-rape (what else could you call it?) by Pops Shannon, coming as a result of her own foolish drunkenness, had been the one crushing blow to cap an evening filled with unhappiness and portensions of a final marital split between she and her husband. He hadn't been home when she came rushing back to the room after fleeing Shannon, and now she wondered if maybe "Pops" had been right in his guesstimate that Warren was out some- where, "getting his." No, that wasn't possible, Toni thought. Whatever else Warren was, he wasn't a cheat; he wouldn't be unfaithful to her. Would he? Oh God, she didn't know what to believe any more.
It was dark in the room and cold, and after awhile Toni got up and undressed and put on her heavy pajamas. She slid beneath the cool sheets on the double bed and pulled the wool covering blankets up to her chin. She tried to sleep, but she found herself worrying about Warren and wondering where he had gone off to. Probably someplace to get drunk; God, she hoped not! He was... well, he was almost like an animal when he was drinking heavily. Not that he beat her up or anything, but he became incredibly demanding and if .she didn't respond...
An involuntary shudder passed through Toni's slender body, but it wasn't only from the thought of Warren and his demanding ways when drunk. No, it was a shudder born of fear-yes, and of guilt and shame at her own short-comings. She didn't want to lose Warren, didn't want to face the coming years and decades alone or with some other man (that possibility was inconceivable, she knew that; if she was unable to be free with Warren, the man she truly loved, how could she. expect to be free with any other man in the future?). She was a dependent woman, she knew that, too-and yet, to be totally submissive he way he wanted her to be seemed, for her, a simple impossibility...
The sound of the front door being pulled open startled Toni out of her reverie. She raised up in the bed, and then the door slammed shut. There was the heavy trod of Warren's steps, and then a crashing sound as if he'd walked into a table or something in the darkness. "Fucking son of a bitch!" she heard him exclaim, and she winched at the harsh vulgarity of the words-and at their slurred pronunciation, for that indicated that Warren had been drinking and drinking heavily...
Seconds later he came into the bedroom, stood framed in the doorway holding onto the jamb and leaning heavily against it. His hair was disheveled, and his clothing seemed oddly rumpled. Feeling a constriction in her throat, thinking that perhaps he had gotten into a fight or fallen and hurt himself, Toni overcame her fear of him and reached over to switch on the nightstand lamp.
Warren blinked, lifting one hand to shade his eyes, then squinted at Toni lying in bed. She was relieved to see that he was all right, that he hadn't been hurt in some way. "Warren," she said, "Oh, so you're up, eh?" he said drunkenly, and she knew then that he was more than a little intoxicated. "What the fuck? Don't tell me you were waiting for me. Hah! That'll be the goddamned day when old Miss Frozen Cunt waits up for her man-at least for any other reason 'cept to tell him he can't have any nookie again."
"Warren, please... "
"Warren, please!" he mimicked in a high-pitched falsetto. "Bullshit on that! You'll lie there and take what I dish out, baby. You goddamned well better, you frigid little bitch."
Toni felt hot tears of humiliation sear her eyes. She lay back down, drawing the covers up to her throat again, her eyes wide and staring at her huge, powerful husband. Warren stared back at her for a moment, and then a familiar ugly grin spread across his face. "I'm drunk, you know that?" he said. "But I'm not too drunk to tear off a little piece of that cold ass of yours. What say, old Toni? How about if we fuck?"
"No, Warren!" The callousness in Warren's voice, the remembered savagery, frightened her and made the tears flow hotter and faster.
"Yes, goddamn yes!" shouted Warren, and he lunged at the bed, throwing himself onto it and pulling the covers away from Toni's chin. She tried to scramble away from him, out of bed, but he held her imprisoned in his arms. Then he reached out one hand and caught her in the neck of her pajama tops. Mercilessly, he tugged downward, ripping buttons off and tearing the material, exposing one of Toni's full, cream-white breasts to his lusting eyes. He covered the globe with his hand, squeezing the succulent nipple cruelly, and pain slashed through her as he manipulated the sensitive tip. "Oh God, please... please, Warren, be gentle... please be gentle... "
Warren didn't reply, but his mouth lowered to greedily mash itself against her soft red lips; he reeked of stale bourbon, and the fetidness of it made bile rise in her throat. But he didn't let up, forcing her mouth open wide to accept his probing tongue, to accept his thick saliva with her own while his hand continued to squeeze and manipulate her tender breast with drunken sadism. .
Then, suddenly, he drew back and leered down at her. "I'm going to fuck you silly tonight, sweetheart. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow. And if you respond to it, then maybe we can save this goddamn farce we call a marriage after all."
Toni could only lay there with the fear and revulsion showing naked on her face while Warren ripped at his clothes and flung them wildly from his body. Then, when he had lowered his shorts, she saw his huge, thick tree-stump of a penis, growing and expanding with pumping blood until it seemed to her to be ready to burst. He reached down and stroked its mammoth girth, making forward thrusts of his pelvis in a lewd pantomime of copulation. "Going to fuck you silly, Toni baby, going to fuck you silly."
Toni stared at the red bulbous head of her husband's great weapon as he stroked it, and her eyes were wide with hypnotic disbelief at what was about to happen. She was going to be violated, raped by her own husband so soon after almost being raped by another man. She wanted to scream out at him, tell him about that man Shannon and what he had tried to do, but she knew it would be useless, that he was too drunk to comprehend or to care even if he did; the only thing on his mind now was her, was violating her soft, warm body with that terribly swollen penis of his...
Her husband reached down, then, and wrenched the bedclothes all the way off the bed. His fevered hands grasped the waistband of her pajama bottoms and pulled them off in a single motion, leaving her naked and trembling before his hot eyes. He stared at her soft, hair-fringed pussy, so warm-looking with its tiny clit quivering in the secret nest formed between her legs by the soft, downy pubic curls. Saliva drooled from the corners of his mouth, and his cock seemed to leap in anticipation. He had to fuck her! Now, right now!
He threw himself down upon his wife, unmindful of her soft pleading cry for mercy. He held her wild, straining form, pinioning her helplessly with his hard-muscled, tensed chest. Her jet black hair flailed violently from side to side and her lovely face contorted in terror, but he ignored that as he had ignored her terrified pleas.
And then he fucked her.
That was all it was, nothing more than a wild bestial joining of the flesh, without love and without tenderness. He was ready, had been that entire day, and the drinking had only enhanced the state of his arousal and his need. He forced himself brutally on top of his young wife, spreading her long, curved legs wide, his hips falling heavily between them to wedge her cunt into a wide-spread defenseless position. If it had not been for her earlier excitement with Shannon, unwitting though it had been, she would have been torn apart as he thrust the blood-engorged head savagely between the petal-like lips of her young, warm cunt. He ground his pelvis into her, sending his immense male cock firing like a molten arrow deep, deep into her defenseless vagina to slam the swollen head painfully off her cervix.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Toni screamed in agony, and flailed her legs out on either side of his body in a vain attempt to escape his barbaric impalement. It only caused Warren to stroke harder and harder, making his huge turgid cock fill every inch of her quivering passage and his heavy, sperm bloated balls slap with resounding thuds of the softness of her defenselessly upturned buttocks.
Then he raised up slightly, leering insanely at her, and commanded, "Look! Goddamn you, look at what I'm doing; lift your head and look down at my cock, at my cock in your cunt... "
In spite of herself, Toni's eyes opened and she stared down between her trembling breasts to where his giant prick was imbedded in her thigh pink cunt lips, at their pubic hairs grazing one another as if seeking to become one huge bush, at the soft yielding labia grasping his cock like a tender open mouth as he dipped and stroked slowly into her, at her wide-splayed, clutching thighs held apart by his strong, powerful legs.
Oh God, oh God, why why why? Why am I being subjected to this terrible, painful humiliation by the man I love?... Aaaaaaaagggghhh! Oh God he's killing me with that l.. that horrible hard penis of his... killing me, splitting me open...
Oh dear God, it hurts, it hurts so bad.
She cried out her pain and her torment to him, but as before her cries went unheeded, fell on deaf ears. Harder and faster Warren plunged in her squirming pussy, a crazed bull without any feeling except that in his wildly moving prick and loins, his total commitment the fucking of the woman beneath him, the complete subjugation of her. He knew he was close to cumming, he could feel the throbbing, seething buildup inside his balls, the quicksilver tickling at the base of his drubbing cock as he thrust and stroked and fucked into the tight, warm, clasping pussy of his frightened, crying young wife. He locked his mouth to one of her trembling breasts, biting and licking the nipple until she screamed with added pain to that which she felt in her violated vagina.
"You're hurting me, you're killing me!" Toni screamed. "You're mad, you're insane!" But her arms were pinned to her sides and she could feel the giant prick filling her belly like some unutterably hideous alien being which had invaded her soft flesh, feel the bloated testicles screwing tightly into the wide split crevice of her buttocks as he reached down to cup her firm rounded ass cheeks to pull her harder against his thrusting pelvis.
Then, suddenly, Warren began to moan like a wounded beast and Toni knew that he was about to climax. She held herself as rigid as possible, waiting, praying for it to happen and to end so that she would be free of him and his terrible penis and his foul, disgusting seed.
And it happened. She felt Warren's hands dig convulsively into her flesh, and his sharp teeth nip, her nipple and her breast, and then his prick shoot out of control inside her; the first hot sticky explosion of his cum inundated her cervix, flowed hot and mucilaginous, like warm oil, throughout her pussy-and she wanted to vomit. Instead, she clutched wildly at her husband, urging him to finish cumming, to finish draining his wildly spewing cock into her belly and her inflamed cuntal channel. Warren grunted and moaned and ejaculated great rivers of molten semen until it overflowed the warm receptacle of his wife's cunt and the run-off saturated the sheet beneath her buttocks.
Warren offered one final, a most contemptuous spurt of his hot, burning liquid, and then he collapsed forward. His prick retreated instantly, to shrivel and grow limp and pull from her ravaged vagina trailing thin, sticky cobwebs that glistened obscenely in the light from the nightstand lamp; they matted her pubic hair like silver cobwebs, and made her feel as if some evil fungi, some horrible parasite, had attached itself to her and was growing, growing...
She rolled away from Warren, who already was asleep in the aftermath of his satiation, his mouth open and low, contented snores bubbling past his lips. She stared at his naked form for a time, and then little whimpers of total disillusionment and futility and defeat began to shake her entire body. Finally, with hot, bitter tears streaming from her soft eyes, Toni got up and went into the other room, the day room.
She lay down on the couch and covered herself with a patchwork quilt which was draped over its back. She put her head in her arms and cried for a long time-and then, mercifully, she drifted into the welcome oblivion of sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
The morning dawned bright and clear, with the crisp nip in the mountain air which invigorated the most slothful of humans. Yet Toni Sutter lay transfixed under the bed covers, quivering from anguish, rage, and bitterness. She thought of her husband's hairy form on the rumpled bed in the other room and heard his short, rumbling gasps, knowing his breath would smell fetid from the liquor he'd consumed the previous night. She turned away, tears welling her tender eyes as she thought of what Warren had done to her... yes, Warren and that despicable fraud, "Pop's Shannon.
She whimpered in her abject agony, but as she moved her right hand brushed against her breast, and she winced in sudden pain. She touched the spongy surfaces again, discovering the tenderness, and then she moved the quilt down and examined them in the pale light of morn which seeped through the curtains.
There were bluish finger imprints and bruises all along her breasts and belly and the soft white skin of her inner thighs. Warren's rapacious attack had been more vicious than she had imagined at the time, and as she thought once more of his sleeping countenance, and considered him as some bestial gargoyle. A course, vulgar, jungle beast, bent on despoilment and destruction. Quietly, fearful of awakening this contemptuous creature before her, she padded to the knotty-pine closet in the bedroom and removed her other ski ensemble which she had hung there the previous day. She moved stiffly, and she knew that wearing the tight fitting clothes would cause her discomfort, as she was too sore for their restrictions-but there wasn't anything else she could put on. And leave this room she must. Leave before she was faced with another scene with Warren. Another attack like the last one could leave her mutilated or dead.
But as she dressed in pale green ski pants and a darker green sweater, Warren suddenly groaned and turned over, then opened his eyes to stare obscenely at his partially clothed wife. "Oh, my God," he muttered, rising up and clutching his head. "Oh, my fucking head." His eyes closed for an instant and then he opened them again to watch Toni once more. "Where you going?
"Out." She saw his reaction to her curt remark, so she quickly added. "Downstairs. For breakfast."
"Let me lie here for a moment, and I'll join you."
Her lips tightened. She jutted out her chin and said primly: "I rather be alone."
Warren bellowed with obscene laughter. "Have it your own way. I hope some guy tries to make a pass at you, and really ruins your morning."
"Shut up!" she hissed, "Shut your filthy mouth!"
But in the depths of her despair-ridden brain, she trembled from the impact of his spiteful words. Make a pass... echoed painfully. Make a pass... Like Shannon had done, and as much as she hated to admit it, Warren was right. His pass had caused considerable upheaval inside her, torment and guilt which seemed almost unbearable at the time... yes, and still now, the next day. More tears flashed across her cheeks, and she finished her dressing in mute, choked silence.
Warren flung the bedding from him and stretched out languidly and when Toni happened to glance his way he picked up his limp penis with his forefinger and thumb and shook it at her. She averted her eyes, her face stinging with the flush of embarrassment, remembering what that flaccid tool had carved in her body so few hours before.
She never looked toward Warren again, and when she was finished and her hair combed, she stalked out of the bedroom, pulling the door shut firmly behind her.
Warren laughed again and put the covers back over him and his head pounding like the anvil chorus from the hangover, he drifted back into an almost comatose sleep.
He was awakened some time later by a knock on the door. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, numb from sleep and confusion. It couldn't be Toni... she had the key. Who?
Then a voice filtered through the door. A melodious, warm, purring voice of a woman. "Warren? Warren are you in there?"
Puzzlement crossed his forehead. "Yes? Who is it?"
"I'm Mrs. Shannon. Mrs. Gina Shannon. My husband and I are next door to you. Please let me in. It's very important."
Warren had been too foggy to catch the upset quality her voice before, but now, more awake, he realized something was seriously wrong. Had there been an accident? Was Toni involved? He stumbled upright, a searing blast of hangover almost making him topple over, and he was forced to steady himself with a hand on the nightstand. "Yes... yes, hold on. I'll be right there." He winced and rubbed his forehead, then staggered for the door.
He almost opened it before he realized he was nude. He grabbed his pants which were thrown to one side from his burst of passion the night before, and hastily buckled them. Bare save for that, he opened the door.
His hangover was forced into submission by Gina Shannon's provocative beauty. She was fascinatingly sensual in a pair of lemon yellow shorts and a stretched bra of overloaded cups. The clothes were out of place for a ski resort, and in that respect only heightened their stunning impact upon Warren. He leaned against the door jamb, breathless, drinking in her long, statuesque legs, bronzed nude belly which showed between the shorts and her halter flat and wrinkle free, and the top twin halves of her barely concealed breast. Her blonde hair added a passionate, vivacious aura.
Yet her sparkling eyes held something else, something which bespoke concern and trepidation. "Can... can I come in, Warren?
He hesitated, licking his dry lips. "Yes, please do." he said. He held the door for her and she entered. She was carrying a projector in one hand and a roll of film in the other. Warren didn't know what she had on her mind, and the sight of the projector and film slightly unnerved him, as though this whole scene was a dream he was having.
But as she brushed past him, he smelled the faint fragrance her musky perfume, and the headiness of her scent was like nothing he'd never dreamed. He shook his head, images of soft music and crystal chandeliers and brandy flashing briefly in his mind... The sudden provocative thoughts made him redden slightly, and he turned to the voluptuous Mrs. Shannon almost apologetically. Still, there was no denying it, he thought. She would probably be one holy terror in bed. The way she looked, the way she talked, smiled, and smelled were irrefutable testimonies to that.
"What can I do for you?" Warren asked as she sat down on the couch where Toni had slept.
"I... I" she faltered, her eyes looking up at him. "Could I have a drink?"
"A... drink?"
"Yes. I need one. It will give me strength.
Warren padded to where the bottle he had brought along was standing. "It's bourbon, Mrs. Shannon," he said, "It's all I've got."
"That'll be fine. Anything, so long as it's straight and please call me Gina."
Warren went into the bathroom and brought out the two water glasses and poured her a stiff shot. He looked at the other glass, tasted the dryness in his mouth and throat, and thought: What the hell. I might as well have some hair of the dog. He poured a larger shot into the other glass and took a swallow.
The alcohol burned a path to his stomach and water welled in his eyes. Gasping a bit, he said, "What... what's the matter?"
"It's so embarrassing. I don't know how to put this."
A cold wave of fear began to creep along Warren's backbone. It was as if he had a premonition of some disastrous happening... in the back of his head a small warning bell tolled and the pit of his stomach rolled.
"Tell me," he urged, "Gina."
"All right," Gina Shannon lowered her eyes from his. She took a long, low sip from the bourbon as though she was kissing its amber liquid. , Then she blurted, "Do you know where your wife was last night?"
Warren was taken aback. What a crazy question! Of course he knew! "Right here," he replied, frowning. "Asleep."
"Oh God, if that were but true!" wailed Gina.
"I don't understand!"
"I can't tell you! I... I must show you."
Warren took another deep swallow. What was this beautiful woman saying? If Toni wasn't here, where had she been? He could only watch in dumb fascination as Gina stood and set the projector on the high coffee table, arranging it so that it focused on the blank wall next to the hall door. Then she silently threaded the film through the sprockets. When she was finished she said: "My husband is a photographer by hobby. He loves to take motion pictures of everything. Everything," she repeated in emphasis. "He... was up much of the night processing this, but he wouldn't tell me what the subject matter was, which was unusual for him. I... always thought there weren't any secrets between us. I stole a peek at the film after he left this morning. I... know I was wrong, but I was curious. I... "
"Goon!"
"Turn off the lights and see for yourself!"
Warren moved to the switch, and as the room darkened, Gina turned on the projector. There was some flickering as the white square danced on the wall and then the first picture thrust against the makeshift screen. It was fuzzy, and Gina focused it to startling clarity.
Warren had thought he had prepared himself for the worst, but when he saw the strange man- Gina's husband?-and his wife Toni, on the couch, his mind almost shattered.
"Oh no!... No, it can't be!" He moaned in sudden anguish. "I don't believe it!"
Gina Shannon remained standing close to Warren, the same shocked and hurt expression on her face as once more she viewed her husband deftly paw his young, drunk wife, Inwardly she gloated with perverse satisfaction and felt her cunt tingle with anticipatory lubriciousness. She brushed against' the trembling naked chest of Warren, feeling his firm, taut muscles spasm from the shock of seeing his wife respond to another man, to curl in his arms and smile from his gentle massagings. It was an erotic beginning, more erotic than if Toni Sutter had fucked Steve right off the bat, for it was a slow, tantalizing build-up, which she knew would kindle the sexual fires in Warren. She had the sudden, almost overwhelming desire to unzip the man's fly right then, feel his cock and balls and draw them out in the open, but she knew with the instincts of a woman that it wasn't time yet. It would take more footage and more bourbon before the horrified and distraught young husband would become so angered and revengeful.
Warren gasped again: "I don't believe it!"
"It's all there, Warren. All of it. This is only the beginning."
"Sick! It's sick! Stop the film! I can't watch any more!" He tried to shut his helpless eyes from the ghastly flickering scene, but he couldn't, and hypnotically he viewed the growing appassionato of his wife and another man. He gaped in disbelief, his mind a jumble of incoherent thoughts.
"No," whispered Gina. "Let them go on. I watched it, and so should you. I'm hurt and angry, as much as you are."
How could Toni do such a thing? My wife... my cold, prudish, sexually contemptuous mate? He took another swallow, emptied the glass, only to have Gina refill it. He barely noticed her.
Yet, incredibly, as though there was some magical aphrodisiac in the unwinding strips of celluloid, Warren found himself growing aroused. There was Toni... enjoying sex! That's the way I want her, that's the way she should be to me... only she isn't... Ok God, that's the way our marriage should be, and the sight of her being the woman I crave, I need, is erotic!
Gina glanced at the front of Warren's pants as she poured the bourbon. She could see his cock fill out and jump spasmodically, pushing the trouser material out further. The second drink disappeared faster than the first, and she poured him another. Good... good...
Warren felt his cock leap into hardness as if it had a life of its own. He tried to will it limp again, to banish the beginning lewd thoughts which swirled in his mind along with the anguish of Toni's apparent adultery. But his penis remained maddeningly swollen. Guiltily, he glanced at Gina Shannon.
Her eyes met his, and she was smiling with half parted lips.
"Warren," she breathed in sultry heaviness, "Warren, you're excited, aren't you?"
"I... well I... " he faltered. She laughed deep in her throat. "I know why you have a hard-on, Warren.
His breath quickened at her vernacular term. "What? You...?"
"You have a hard-on because you're seeing your wife with another man, isn't that right? You're all hot because she's going to fuck... fuck ... fuck...!"
"Oh God!" he managed to breath. His prick was a palpitating mass of tendrils now and his brain reeled from the bourbon. Here was this provocative woman seeing her husband with my wife on the screen... and she's talking like this? Why? Didn't she know what could happen saying obscene words like that to a wronged man? Didn't she know? He trembled and took another drink and found his hand shaking.
And then she reached out and touched the throbbing bulge at the base of his stomach.
"We have to do something, Warren," she murmured. She rubbed him faster, making his blood boil. "We owe it to ourselves. Turnabout is fair play, and it can be good that way. Very, very good... don't you know? You want to hurt her for what she did last night, and I want to pay Steve back. They deserve to be hurt."
Pay them back... Toni deserves to be hurt... the words spun and tumbled in Warren's alcohol dazed mind. Yes... he wanted to have revenge... and he pressed a little closer to Gina's exploring fingers.
Suddenly, as if the hold his marital vows had clamped upon him were strained from the pressure Gina was placing upon them, Warren's lips moved slowly: "Please... for. God's sake! Cut it out! I'm only human!"
"So am I. Warren, and my cunt is on fire watching the film. The only thing that'll put out the fire is a long, hard cock. A cock like yours, Warren, deep... deep inside my pussy."
"You want me to fuck... you... here?" gasped Warren.
"Yes, Warren... fuck me, fuck me... " She unhooked her halter and stepped out of the brief shorts then, still entoning the words, "fuck me... fuck me... " over and over. She stood with her legs spread wide apart and her head and shoulders pulled back, her teeth glaring whitely from the light of the projector. The wet, petal-like lips of her vagina peeked through her soft curls of pubic hair and glistened in pink lewdness, and her pale, alabaster breasts jutted in inviting splendor. She cupped her breasts with her hands and said: "Well, lover? Aren't you going to join me?"
No, no no! I can't hear any more! Warren fought his gathering passion with panic. It's wrong, wrong! No matter what Toni did... she's beautiful, and I ache for her physically, but it's wrong!
"I want to fuck you, Warren... fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Down on the floor, right here, with you in back of me, fucking me dog-style so that we can watch your wife and my husband... I want... "
On and on she went, and Warren's mind was a lather of drunkenness, anger, and swirling frenzy. Yet he was transfixed and unable to protect his body from this siren as she moved back to him and slowly, mesmerically, unzipped his pants. They fell, pooling around his feet, and his thick, blood enraged penis stood out at a right angle from his loins, quivering and seeping, from its glans slit.
Oh God... it was too much! Perhaps he could have withstood the assault if she hadn't undressed him... but now he looked down upon his involuntarily hardened cock and he couldn't resist it any longer. Gina's lewd words in his brain, the sight of her naked cunt and his cock in throbbing erectness, the heat in his body, and the churning scene of his impassioned wife on the screen... he had to find release!
A small tortured cry rendered itself from him and he stepped out of his pants and flung himself at Gina. He dragged her to the floor, not caring for anything except this soft, warm, heavenly smelling woman pressed nakedly to him. Their hands searched one another's private parts, and he gasped as her searing fingertips closed over his ram-rod cock. And then she twisted suddenly, moving around on all fours, opening her legs wide, her vaginal lips open excitedly in flared abandonment.
Warren viewed the luscious, full rounded buttocks and his balls ached with burgeoning semen. He glanced once more at his wife's twisting body on the lascivious screen, then at Gina's waiting cunt, and then he was down behind her, showering her trembling buttocks with kisses, smelling the wafts of her excited secretions, and then he couldn't hold it in any longer.
He moved over her back, trailing a wet path of saliva along her backbone, hearing her moan with ecstasy.
His hands gripped her buttocks, spreading them yet father apart, and he pressed his bloated cock head against the deep, warm channel between her full rounded globes. He moved up and down the fiery valley, feeling every quivering inch of skin and hair between her upper vulva and her anal ring. Her buttocks churned in desperate rotation.
"OOOOOhhh, fuck meee!" she wailed, "Please fuck meeeee!"
He thrust forward, and drove his huge, rock hard penis into the soft yielding flesh of her vagina, rammed it home until her cervix hungrily closed against the smooth rubbery tip. He felt the elastic sheath of her clasping cunt slip wetly, hotly around his fleshy column, consuming it as he raced deep up into her belly, his balls slapping her loins with a resounding, staccato sound.
He was gone, lost in a nether world of enchanting sensual bliss. He gazed at the silver light with silken eyes, not fully comprehending that his wife kept doing the same, slow build-up all the time and never consummating her desire as he was doing. For Shannon had cleverly duplicated the footage into a long, long film... and by the time the thought might have dawned on Warren, he was too lost in the wondrous cavern of Gina's arching cunt. He leapt his body and crashed into her time and time again, driving and lashing in almost brutalistic abandonment as he tried to rid himself of the twin devils: passion and anger.
Toni sat huddled in a far corner booth of the lounge. She held a Drambuie in her trembling hand, sipping it as she had the previous three glasses. Lorene had seen her obvious emotional upheaval and had prescribed the same medicine as she had the night before-and Toni hadn't fought the suggestion. No, it sounded better than food for she wasn't hungry. Her stomach was full of abject, overwhelming misery, and the warm liquor had taken the cutting edge off her agony. Occasionally she daubed her swollen eyes with a tissue, for there had been no end to the copious flow of tears since she'd walked out of the room.
"Toni-" For a moment Toni thought Warren was speaking to her, that he had come downstairs and found her here. She looked up, and stared into the eyes of Tops" Shannon.
"Go away, Mr. Shannon," she said curtly. "Please go away."
"Toni... Toni I know how you must feel. I'm sorry."
"So am I. Please go away." She dropped her eyes to her drink.
"I can't, I'm afraid. I... must speak with you."
She looked back up at him, and in spite of her feelings of wretchedness for what had happened, she was still drawn to this father image, to this lecherous, tricky man. Man: the beast. It had been the man in him which had caused the problems last night, just as it was the man in Warren who had raped her. Maybe Lorene was right. Maybe men are no damned good.
Without further ado, Shannon sat down in a chair across from her. His eyes were contritely downcast, and he held his hands together as though very sad. "Toni... I know this sounds terrible, but I want you to forget what happened last night. I want to be friends with you and your husband, and believe me, it was the liquor in me that caused all the trouble."
Toni smiled ruefully at the glass in her hands. Liquor. Salvation... or hell? She was beginning to feel the Drambuie, being as upset as she was and having had nothing to eat, and she was having a little problem focusing on Shannon.
"My wife and I... well, we're having sort of a get-together and want you along. Your husband is already there." You bet he is, thought Pops to himself. He should be in there any minute now! In my oversexed wife, that is!
"No... I rather not."
"Please. It's the only way I can possibly make it up to you, and besides, Gina wants to meet you very much."
"No, thank you."
"At least come up for a minute to make her acquaintance. Then leave. I won't press you further if you'll do that for us."
"Oh, all right. If you insist." She didn't want to at all. She didn't want to see any more of Shannon, of her husband-of anybody. Only the bottom of the Drambuie glass. She finished the liquor and licked the rim of the glass. But the only way of getting rid of Shannon was to make the trip, she could see that, and so she rose from the table, a little wobbly, and said: "Let's get this over with. I'm thirsty."
"Whatever you say," Shannon said graciously. He got to his feet and took her arm, helping her. She allowed him to lead her for the second time through the maze of tables and across the lobby and up the stairs.
As soon as Shannon had opened the door to his room he said, "That's strange, they must have stepped out." He knew things were well in hand in the next room, and he grinned to himself. To Toni, he continued to say, "Well, they'll be back I'm sure in a minute. Come on in."
"Wait a minute," Toni said. "Seems to me that we were alone in this room last night, and you tried to make love to me. I'm not going in there."
Shannon laughed. "All right, my dear. I can understand how you feel. But I'm not tricking you. Your husband and my wife are close by and together, believe me. Tell you what, if you insist on staying out in the hall, at least let me mix you a drink."
"Well-Drambuie, if you have it. I like it."
So Shannon had noticed, and with the practiced knowledge of a true seducer, he had bought some especially for this occasion. He poured her some and she sipped it. Her insides tingled and in spite of the warnings in her mind, she began to warm to "Pops" again. She smiled and drank, unmindful of the noise in hers and Warren's room.
Unmindful, that is... until there came the high, piercing cry of a woman. "Oohhhh fuck meee! Fuck meeeeee!"
"Why... why that sounds like it came from my room!" Toni gasped.
"So it does. I wonder what's going on!"
Toni began to bolt for the hall door, but Shannon grabbed her arm.
"No!" he cautioned, "We don't know who might be in there, and I think we'd better go carefully. Let's open the connecting door between our rooms very quietly." Without waiting for an answer, he guided the pretty wife by her arm to the door in the middle of the room. "Shh," he said, putting a finger to his lips. "I'll just ease the door back like this... and... "
There, to Toni's completely uncomprehending eyes, was a clear view of the projected picture of herself being molested by Pops Shannon... and on the floor, humping like two mad, naked dogs, was... her husband! and another woman!
"My God, Toni!" Shannon said in hushed tones. "That's my wife!"
Again, Toni tried to focus her liquor clouded vision on the lusty tableaux, but she had difficulty. Then all the horror, all the sickening, foul terror and revulsion curdled in her mind, burned her retinas, and made her gasp with total rejection. She stepped back, knowing she must flee from this disgusting carnal abuse which was before her... but Shannon caught her and held her in such a way that she was forced to stay. Her eyes bulged wide.
Warren, my Warren, making love to another man's wife. Oh God, it can't be true. It can't! It can't! I'm having an hallucination, an impossibly wretched nightmare, for this is impossible! And yet... It IS happening, though I don't know why! Is it because he's some sick, perverted animal deep inside who has to rut and grovel in sex? Yes... yes, that must be true, for what else would explain his treatment of me last night and all the other nights?
Shannon's cock had grown from the lewd and salacious sight of his wife being fucked by Warren Sutter, and the bulge of his tremendous penis almost touched the swell of Toni's trembling ass cheeks. He moved her closer, guiding her gently, and she took his support as she would have taken a life preserver if drowning. She leaned gratefully against his body and her buttocks, tightly encased in the green stretch pants, rubbed against his penis, making it almost burst. Yet he knew that the only thing she was aware of with her Drambuie senseless brain was the obscene ritual of copulation on the floor in front of her, and that even the film was secondary to the horror she stared down at.
Warren grunted like a mating ox and he thrust deeper and deeper into Gina Shannon's upthrust vagina. His huge hairy testicles smacked like cymbals crashing against her smooth, flexing buttocks cheeks, and Gina in turn mewled and sung her lyrics of passion as she worked demonically to milk his cock of his great load of milk white sperm.
Nooooo! Toni's mind cried out. Please God, make this stop! I'll die if I see any more... hear any more! Ohh please, I can't stand it! She tried to put voice to her pleas, but she found she'd been struck dumb by shock. But then Shannon's smooth, silky voice filled her ears.
"Look at them, Toni. Look at Gina and Warren enjoying themselves, fucking and fucking and fucking...
Shut up! Shut up! Oh my God Shannon? Can't you see that I know what they're doing? I must go, I must break free of this man, of this room, of this crazy world! I must! I must!
But still the commands that came the one section of her brain which had remained rational could not make her move or talk. Still the orders were short circuited by the degradation she was a part of, and helplessly she stood and watched the flagrant defilement of her husband's marriage vows. And behind her was Pops Shannon, rubbing his burgeoning cock up and down the satiny surface of her pants.
"Look, look, Toni. Watch them make love. Watch them
" And unconsciously at first, then with growing realization of what she was doing, Toni DID watch them. Strange emotions pervaded her soul, and a perverse oddness seemed to trickle through her as she watched the lewd performance of her husband and Shannon's wife. She stared at Warren's hardened pale of male flesh, long and glistening, as it sawed in and out of Gina's dilated cunt, then moved her eyes to the wall where she saw herself writhing in ecstasy in Shannon's arms.
"Yes, my love... that was you last night. Hot and wanting to make love... afraid... afraid to express the warm and tender energies of womanhood with me... unlike my wife, my wife and Warren."
Then slowly, insinuatingly, as a snake slithers upon its victim, Shannon took one hand and worked his way across the involuntarily palpitating belly of Toni Sutter. Slowly curved it under her sweater as he had the previous night, slowly and carefully rubbed her chest and sides then moved up to cup one firm, tender breast. He squeezed the succulent flesh gently and could feel the nipple harden under his easy manipulations.
Toni's liquor dazed, shock-contorted brain reeled from his familiarity. He's doing it again! His hand is on my breast! No... I must stop him! I must! He hasn't the right, no matter what sick, lewd sin is being committed before me... But she couldn't stop him, any more than she could run or speak at that moment. Her brain was as if frozen. What has happened to me? Oh God, what's that fluttery feeling in my stomach now that makes me feel as if I might throw up? And... and between my legs seems wet... as if somehow, someway I was aroused sexually! No...
"My wife and her husband, Toni. Making each other feel good, just the way you and I could feel good. I want to make love to you, Toni, make love as they are... "
Nooooo! I can't do such a thing! The very idea appalls me, makes me want to run... but I can't run! Am I crazy? Have the events I've witnessed twisted my mind? Because for the life of me, I'm not appalled! No, I'm not disgusted the way I should be... and I have to be honest with myself. Dear God... I don't think I can stop this almost complete stranger from violating me... I can't Ohhhhh... I can't help myself!
Involuntarily she squirmed back against his slightly moving loins and moved her chest so that her breasts were more firmly imbedded in the cup of Shannon's wandering hand. Her breath came in jagged spurts and her nostrils dilated and her eyes were glazed upon Warren and Gina. She was no longer her own master, but the slave of some alien force... and she felt her will to resist departing on wings of sudden speed.
Shannon saw that the time was nigh. Expertly, he raised her sweater, and obediently, though trembling, Toni raised her arms and the sweater came off to be thrown aside. Her chest heaved and her belly quivered, but she didn't lose sight of the couple fucking directly in front of them. Then the bra... and her breasts, trembling like leaves in autumn winds, were free. She moaned, and then Shannon was clutching her to him, caressing each firm, proud mound lavishly with his hands, tweaking the tips to round rock-hard berries.
"It feels good, doesn't it, Toni? My hands feel good on your breasts... "
Yes... yes, they feel good," her brain responded automatically. I don't know what's happening to me except that I'm too weak to fight this wonderfully new feeling that seems to be pervading my body. This is awful... terrible... a thing to be loathed what is happening around me, to me, and by me. Yet... yet I want it to continue. Oh, Dear God, I must be insane!
Almost trembling himself with the passion to fuck this frightened female before him, Shannon slid the zipper of his pants down, the rasping sound almost inaudible. He looked once to see if the couple on the floor had heard, or more-precisely, if Warren Sutter had been apprised of what was happening behind him, but a cannon wouldn't have disturbed him from the pistoning release he was searching for. This was the test, Shannon knew... the test as to whether he had been right about Toni Sutter's hidden wells of sexual emotion. This was the test...
"Toni... honey, Toni... help me with our pants. Let's take your pants down so that we can make love while we watch."
"Yes... " Toni's mind replied before she realized what she had thought. Her fingers plucked at the waistband, gathering the cloth of her panties with the fabric of the pants, and she wriggled slightly and slid them down, then stepped out of them... and was bare. BARE! NAKED! NUDE! her mind screamed at her, but she didn't take notice. She couldn't, for she was too far gone then on the Drambuie and the sexual arousal and agony to care. She was consumed totally by new and powerful emotions seething in the pit she'd for so long kept a lid on... a lid which had been thrust aside by the shock of seeing Warren, her own husband locked in a lewd sexual coupling with another woman.
The exposed lush whiteness of her smooth, rounded buttocks were lust provoking to Pops Shannon's jaded eyes, as was the glistening wetness of her hair-fringed cunt which peeked so provocatively from between her legs. "I'm going to make love to you now, Toni," he murmured into her ear. He massaged her ass cheeks and dipped one finger into her cuntal valley. 'I'm going to take off my pants and fuck you like your husband's fucking my wife."
Noooooo howled the last vestige of her morality, and then came the louder, more sonorous bellow of a new Toni Sutter. A voice which overshadowed the old. Yessssssss I want to be loved Please love me... now!
She heard him remove his clothing in hurried, almost frantic haste, and then he was beside her again, and his cock was pressed tightly to her buttock valley, and she felt it leave a thin trail of wet seminal stickiness as it slid up and down between the gently palpitating moons. She felt the bloated head and marveled in its size, and could feel it throb against her, and she tingled with the same terrible feeling which had brought her to such subjugation as this. She couldn't understand it... and she didn't want to.
"I'm going to do it now, Toni... I'm going to slide my cock in your pussy now... please don't make any noise. Be very quiet... so we can watch them
" Toni sucked in her breath, every fiber trembling with fear and anticipation. She spread her legs wider and bent over slightly at his command and she sensed her vagina flower open and secrete more juices than she had ever thought possible. Then he pressed forward, and the first, tentative nudges of his cock against the softness of her pubic hair sent shivers racing through her marrow. He added another throbbing inch, and slid yet more into her sensitive, elastic hole.
She was so warm and wet and wonderful. He's inside me, she dazedly thought as the sensations of her desire reduced her to quivering pulchritude. He feels good, just like he said, and not like Warren does when he rapes me... oh yes, he's so big, but so gentle and sooo nice... yes, this is what I dreamed love making felt like...
And then, as if in admitting to herself that there was goodness and warmness and niceness to making love, a certain relaxing of Toni's mind took place. She found that her ability to move had returned, and she moved... rhythmically against his penis with her buttocks... and she had her voice back... and turning to shine her eyes of passion upon Pops Shannon, she said: "Fuck me."
CHAPTER FOUR
No sooner was Toni's whispered cry of total surrender free of her beautiful throat when Pops Shannon levered forward, a smile of excited victory on his own lips. His huge, bloated prick surged like some monstrous ravaging machine along the tensed, moistly warm tunnel of the young wife's pussy, spreading wide the tender membranous walls as it roared deep up against her womb. The bulbous, lubricated head hammered mercilessly against her cervix, while at the same time his semen-heavy testicles slammed hard up between her dampened and quivering legs.
Toni suppressed a scream of anguish at Shannon's harsh onslaught as her glazed eyes stared at the sight of her husband and Gina Shannon in the other room. Her warm elastic cuntal sheath molded wetly to his rampaging penis, clasping it almost defensively as he withdrew to plunge in again, flexing his hips to drive the great hot poker of flesh into the very core of her being.
Oh God, he's so impossibly big... so huge that I can feel him filling me to overflowing... can feel his gargantuan penis with every muscle and fibre in my vagina... Ohhhhhh, it hurts... it's so big and it hurtttssssss... !
Toni hurtled her tormented buttocks back against Shannon's jackknifing penis in al almost reflexive action, but the involuntary movement only served to flower wider her passion dampened cunt around Shannon's cock, and he thrust savagely again. He was rucking into her with long looping thrusts of his loins, seeming to gain impetus from the very bottoms of his toes, reveling in the complete subjugation of this young innocent married woman whom he had so gleefully plotted to corrupt.
In the whirling, confused brain of Toni Sutter were hot thoughts of self-loathing and self-pity, born of the liquor Shannon had given her and of her hapless experiences of the past two days. She hated herself in that moment, hated herself and hated Shannon and Warren and the entire damned stinking, mixed-up world. I'm a harlot, a common gutter whore, she thought piteously. I have sunk to the lowest of all depths with this act I'm now a part of... and I deserve this brutal rape of my body for having proven to myself that I'm no better than they... other women have overwhelming shocks thrust upon them all at once; other women find their whole lives crumbling before their very eyes in so short a period of time; other women are submitted to indignities and to harsh assaults on their very sanities--but do they allow themselves to be beaten down, destroyed, debased like I have? Do they sink to the very bottom of the cesspool? No! God in heaven, no no nooooooooo!
Harder and harder Shannon rammed his mighty muscle deep into her helpless vagina, and the pain was almost too much for Toni to endure. He hammered his hairy loins against her upturned ass cheeks-again and again and again, and his huge balls were like twin South American bolos being swung by a powerful arm against her soft, wet crotch as he thundered his intense implement into her with increasing fury.
The pain, the pain, and then, as if by some strange act of necromancy, there was no more pain!
It had simply and magically vanished!
For a brief moment, Toni felt nothing at all, though Shannon was still burrowing hard and deep into her cuntal passage with his immense prick. Then, slowly, little paroxysmic jolts of pleasure filled her belly-and soon the little jolts became bigger ones, became wild and wanton waves of desire that threatened to consume her body in one paramount enveloping wave. Her hips churned in an undulating cadence back against his rock-hard cock with increasing fervor, and little tentative mewls of pleasure escaped her throat. Her head flailed from side to side, and the lewd carnal picture of Warren-her beloved Warren- heaving and bucking into the wildly twisting cunt of Gina Shannon dimmed before her eyes.
Her mind tried desperately, vainly, to dispel the prurient sensations which now controlled her whole physical and mental being; it tried to tell her that what was happening to Gina, the honey blonde, was also happening to her-that it was merely a double exposure of the same filthy perversion, that she was being fucked, yes, that was the word, dog-fashion as Warren was fucking the blonde; it tried to force her eyes to the flickering movie screen still running on the wall, to see herself being manhandled by Pops Shannon in his room last night.
But it was all useless, for crazily, impossibly, terribly, something strange and heretofore buried deep inside Toni Sutter subconscious mind had stirred and come to life. Some- thing had been awakened, to give forth these new and frightening ripples of passion that were not, in spite of her mind's urgent suggestions, a product of her whorish submittal to Pops Shannon.
Gone now, with the flight of pain, was the degradation of the act of which she was partaking- and gone was the shame and the guilt and the fear and the self-pity and self-loathing. They were gone, no more to return, and in their place were the surging inferno-like fires which this lewd man, this Pops Shannon, and his hot, surging penis had branded forever in her pussy and in her belly and in her soul. She was aroused, really aroused for the very first time in her life-yes, and she was responding, wildly, abandonly responding to a man-a man who wasn't even her husband, whom she cared nothing for, who was triumphantly fucking her while they watched her husband doing the same thing to his wife!
Toni's hips and loins swirled in ever-increasing submission now, attuning themselves to the hard strokes being heaved into her warm, clasping cuntal hole by Shannon's gyrating pelvis and battering-ram cock. She liked it, it was good, good, soooooo goooood! Harder and harder she flailed her grinding loins back against him, endeavoring to ingest more of his pleasure-giving cock deep into her very core, and then- And then he stopped!
For no apparent reason, Shannon stopped and Toni-gasping and panting-swiveled her head to look up at him with beseeching eyes that urged, begged, him to continue fucking her, to cum inside her and make her cum with him. Shannon felt an intense burst of triumph, for he knew that he had snapped the barriers of her ethical and moral upbringing, initiated this young innocent forever into the ways of the flesh, and that his cock imbedded in her soft, honey-warm cunt was the battle stave which had earned him his title of vanquisher.
He wanted nothing more in that moment to continue to hammer forward into her tight, sweet young pussy until his balls erupted with the great load of his hot seething cum; Christ knew, his nuts ached with the need for release at that moment. But if he did it that way, here in the doorway, the young bitch's husband would become aware of them there (he never could refrain from groaning aloud, when he came, and the way this young bitch had put herself into the job of fucking him once her moral shackles had been snapped, he knew that she would probably scream herself silly). No, he had to complete his conquest in the bedroom, where they wouldn't be heard by her husband, for that was an integral part of the plan he and Gina had concocted several years ago-and which had never failed to net them exactly what they had set out after. It wouldn't fail now, Pops Shannon was sure, as long as they followed protocol rigidly and unvaryingly...
Holding Toni by the waist, Shannon gently drew her up so that, although she was still humped over with his cock still planted firmly inside her hot, wet pussy, she was standing as he was. Her face, flushed a brilliant red, dotted with tiny drops of sweat, contorted from the pleasure-pain of his cock inside her, continued to look over her shoulder at him with confused, kitten-like eyes. Slowly, carefully, making sure that his throbbing shaft did not slip from its clasping sheath, Shannon guided the young girl away from the doorway and across the room in a hobbling, ludicrous manner. It might have been almost laughable if had not been for the fact that both were so near cumming, that their muscles were taut and straining with the need for crashing, billowing release. Toni, completely subjugated, her mind awash with her new-found excitement and need, did not even realize except in a dim, peripheral way that she was being led away from the lewd carnal sight of her husband and Gina Shannon's bodies locked nakedly together.
Then, at last, they were at the doorway to the bedroom, and through it, and Shannon was easing Toni forward, down onto the bed. She knelt there on all fours, gratefully, expectantly, her long damp raven hair fanning out on the spread below and her smooth, rounded young buttocks upraised in a pagan offering to his every whim. Shannon, panting from exertion and lust, dug both hands into the soft tender warmth of the soft yielding cheeks, spreading them wide. Then he poised his still-inserted cock with the head just inside the warm, wet channel... and finally heaved forward savagely once again to impale the trembling young wife on his rock-like flesh.
"Oooooooooooaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, God!" cried Toni, unable to restrain the agonized and yet rapturous moan which burst from her throat. "Oh God, oh God, ooohhhh God!"
She was his! Shannon thought gloatingly. She was goddamned well his-now, and whenever he wanted her again! He knew it, he felt sure of it; things would go according to plan later, when she and her husband Warren confronted one another with their mutual infidelities-as he knew "they would. He was seldom wrong about such things...
He drew his heavy cock out of her tight sweet cunt and then slammed home again with demoniacal force, drew out, slammed home with increasing tempo. He was near cumming, and he knew she was too. Her fists hammered on the bed, and she made cooing, moaning sounds, and her firm resilient breasts danced wildly below her swirling, churning torso. Shannon bucked and twisted into her, kneading her tight young buttocks convulsively, wrapping her hot moist cunt flesh tight around his pistoning shaft.
Soon now, soon now, soon now...
Toni's turmoiled mind was half-insane with the new and consuming passions flooding her body, and she buffeted crazily back against the heaving belly of Pops Shannon. Strange spiraling sensations were beginning to filter through her now, sensations which she knew portended an orgasm- an orgasm! A real orgasm, one that consumed the whole body and mind with bliss and rapture! The kind of climax she had always dreamed of having with her husband, the kind which meant fully and irrevocably that physical love between a man and a woman, a husband and a wife, had achieved its beauteous and ultimate end...
The very thought of it caused her to grind her buttocks back and match the thrusts of Shannon with perfectly timed ones of her own in ever ascending frenzy. She had to cum, she had to achieve that rapturous orgasm! Her mind instructed her vocal chords, and the thought found words, chanting, slurred wit passion: "I want to cum, I want to have an orgasm, I want to have an orgasm, I'm going to cum, for the first time in my life I'm really going to cum, going to orgasm, orgasm, orgasm, orgasssmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
With those wailing, little-girlish and yet all-womanish words ringing in his ears, Pops Shannon was no longer able to control himself. His impending release happened before he could even think, and he thudded and grunted into her with a wild maniacal force as his balls slammed hard against her soft moist furrow and the first hot, fiery torrent of cum shot upward through the unseeing eye of his great cock and flooded the helplessly trembling cervix and womb of the groaning young wife.
"Oh Jesus, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he howled, kneading her soft, sensitive ass globes convulsively with his nails leaving angry red marks in the warm pliant flesh. Gusher after gusher of his sticky white cum, like an oil well gone berserk with White Gold instead of Black, filled her eagerly milking cuntal passage to the brim...
Toni knew the tremendous sensation of the hot spurting semen lashing against her innermost womanhood, and in that single moment of knowledge, her wish was fulfilled-fulfilled as she had hoped it would be. She came. Oh God, yes, she came and came and came! It was like taking a wild hallucinogenic ride on a merry-go-round, that cumming, for she felt as if she were spinning and spinning and that there were beautiful, lovely colored lights all around and that music was playing-calliope music, happy and gay and wonderful-all around her and inside her head, too. Incomprehensible gurgles bubbled ecstatically from her graceful white throat, and coarse bleating sounds from Shannon comingled with them as his cum was comingling with hers... and they came together, came screamingly together...
The impact of that orgasm was so great on the mind and the body of Toni Sutter, that she was rendered unconscious by it-blissfully, satiatedly insensate. She did not feel Steve Shannon's deflated prick pop wetly from her semen flooded vagina, or did she feel him lower his head and plant a possessive and yet thankful kiss on the warm dampness of her violated cunt lips. She knew not when he covered her with the bedspread, and then went out to retrieve his clothes-and hers; knew not when he put her things on the chair in the bedroom, dressed leisurely, and left the room smiling triumphantly; knew not when her husband Warren screamed in a high-pitched voice and filled the insatiable cunt of Gina Shannon with his own fiery hot semen in the room next door.
The sound of Warren entering their room awakened Toni. He made a good deal of noise coming in, slamming the door open so that the knob slapped hard against the inner wall and then whipping it shut with a reverberating crash. His footsteps, coming toward the bedroom, were heavy and angry and somehow foreboding.
Instantly awake, Toni lay shivering under the thin bedspread. It was late afternoon, she could tell that by the angle of the pale, almost non-existent sunlight filtering in through the single window, and she was dimly aware of having staggered from Shannon's bed to her own sometime after Warren and Gina had left. There was a dry, acrid taste in her mouth, and a metronomic throbbing in back of her eyes from the liquor she had consumed.
And there was, inside her, a sick tormented self-hate once again, now that she had returned to the world of the rational. She thought, as she lay waiting for Warren to reach the bedroom: I'm sick, sick, and I need help. I need psychiatric help, for today I have committed a cardinal and an unforgivable sin... adultery, infidelity... I allowed another man to put his penis inside me, cum inside me, and I ENJOYED IT! I reveled in it, and achieved an orgasm like no other in my life while my husband, the man I love, was in the other room completing a similar act of infidelity and perversion with the wife of the man inside me... I must be sick, yes, because what other explanation could there possibly be for such a lewd and debasing act? Turnabout? Punishment of Warren for what I saw him doing? No, no... how could that be, for then he was only punishing me for what he saw on that movie screen, saw and believed to have happened between Pops Shannon and myself... an eye for an eye for an eye; it could go on forever, that kind of thing...
Toni moaned aloud, Wretchedly. She didn't know what to do, whom to turn to. She was alone and soiled and evil now, and there was no one to whom she could go who would offer her sympathy in the time of this terrible crisis. Not Warren, oh God surely not Warren... he was as guilty as she, as evilly wicked as she... adultery, infidelity, and it didn't matter which of them had taken the first step. Not really, not any more.
It would not be so terrible, so encompassingly monstrous, if she had failed to experience any pleasure from her transgression with Steve Shannon-if she had failed to have the memorable, kaleidoscopic orgasm, awesomely rapturous orgasm, that she undeniably had had...
Warren suddenly appeared in the doorway, his lips set tightly and his eyes glowing with anger. His hands were clenched into fists, and a tic made the left side of his face spasm grotesquely. Lying on the bed, Toni's eyes locked with those of her husband as he advanced toward her; she was afraid, for she knew what was about to happen, the confrontation which was about to take place between them and the extent of Warren's volatile anger-and yet, strangely, she wasn't afraid of him at all, wasn't afraid of physical harm or of the words which were sure to be said. That paradoxical and ambivalent mixture of feelings made her very calm, very rigid.
When Warren reached the side of the bed, he stopped and glared malice down at his lovely young wife. "You goddamned cheating bitch!" he said in a cold, soft, bitter voice. "You good-for-nothing tramp. Fucking another man! Giving him what you refused to give me all the time we've been married!"
Toni just lay there, meeting his gaze. I deserve your wrath, she thought, just as you deserve mine though it won't be forthcoming. We're neither of us blameless, and perhaps when you realize that, Warren, there'll be enough left for us to salvage. I don't know whether or not there will be, but I can hope... I hope very much that through some strange act of fate this mutual infidelity of ours will have broken down the wall which has been building between us, I hope so because I love you, Warren Sutter, now more than ever before, God help me... I don't want to live without you, I can't live without you, I need you...
But even as she thought these things, Toni felt an ominous voice of doom prophesizing that her hopes were vain ones, and that by reason of what had happened today, the last possible hope of a re-establishment of their love and their marriage was forever cast to the wind
"Oh yes," Warren said contemptuously as he loomed over her. "I know what you did last night, my sweet little slut of a wife. I know that you let Steve Shannon fuck you, the Dean of Men at some piddly-ass college. I know because I saw part of what you did in a movie the bastard arranged; seems his wife got hold of it and came to me."
"And what did you do then?" asked Toni very softly.
"What the hell do you mean, what did I do then?"
"You fucked her, didn't you, Warren?" Toni said, only a little surprised at the ease with which the obscene word came from her lips. "You fucked Gina Shannon."
He recoiled as if he had been struck, and some of the high flush of anger receded from his cheeks. His lower lip seemed to quiver. He was shocked both by his wife's use of the word fuck, a word which she had always hated before now, and by her apparent knowledge of his unfaithfulness. "How... " he stammered, "how did you...?"
"How did I know?" Toni asked with a sad, humorless smile. "I know because I saw you, Warren. I saw you fucking her. I saw you and I was sick and aroused and Steve Shannon gave me some drinks so that I was drunk, too. Do you know what I did then? I let Shannon have me from behind, right there in the doorway between our two rooms... while I watched you! I let him do the thing you thought he'd done to me last night, the thing I refused to let him do last night."
Warren's handsome, ruddy face was a mask of confusion; he didn't understand, couldn't comprehend, the magnitude of what his wife was saying. And then, one irrefutable fact of her confession seeped into his brain: she had willingly given herself to Steve Shannon while watching he and Gina!
"You goddamned whore slut bitch!" he screamed in mindless, irrational rage. His pride was crushed by her bland admission of guilt.
"Yes, that's exactly what I am, Warren," Toni said with tears in her eyes. "But are you any better? Aren't we one and the same thing?"
"No!" he bellowed. But, deep down inside, he knew that she was right-he was no better than she, no better to have allowed Gina to seduce him, to have given in to his animal instincts in spite of himself. He could no longer be righteously indignant, for he had committed the same sin as his wife, had done what she had done and he knew it and yet, somehow, his masculine ego wouldn't allow him to be rational on the subject. He had to strike out at her, punish her, hurt her in some way...
He would fuck the shit out of her! Yes, that was it-he would fuck the living shit out of her!
The thought came all at once and consumed him with a raging fire of anger and lust. Rape her, as he had raped her last night-really give it to her, punish her and hurt her for what she had done to him with his angry hardened cock. He felt his prick leap in his pants, in spite of the fact that he had only finished with Gina Shannon less than two hours earlier. His hands came up and began to unbutton his shirt while he leered down at his wife, all reason gone from his mind now in the face of this one, all-consuming action.
"What... what are you going to do, Warren?" Toni pleaded hesitantly, staring up at him, suddenly fearful again.
"I'm going to fuck you," he hissed. "I'm going to fuck you like Shannon fucked you."
"Warren, no. Oh God, no!"
"Why not? I'll bet you didn't tell that bastard Shannon no."
"Not this way, please... darling... we can work this out... "
"The hell not this way!" Warren had his shirt off now, and he was working on his trousers. Momentarily, he was naked, his immense, anger swollen cock oscillating out from his loins like some impossibly rigid snake, the first faint traces of his complete arousal evident as lubricating fluid sheened the bloated tip. He stood there for a moment, and then he reached down and pulled the bedspread away from his wife's huddled form.
Surprise registered on Warren's face as he saw that Toni was completely nude, but then it was replaced by renewed fury as he comprehended why. He threw himself down on the bed, grasped her brutally, pressed his- lust-hardened cock against her thigh as one hand closed over one of her small but proud and firm breasts...
Toni felt her husband's cock pressing against her nude and defenseless thigh, and suddenly, incredibly, she felt a stirring of passion in her innermost recesses! But... but that wasn't possible! How could she be aroused? No, it must be something else, something else other than passion... but no, no, he was squeezing and manipulating her breast and the nipple had grown into rigidity and his cock against her leg felt hot and exciting and wetly enticing. She felt her so recently ravished pussy begin to secrete her juices, begin to moisten her inner walls, and her clitoris tingled with delicious anticipation. She wanted him! Dear God, impossible though it was, she wanted him- wanted him more than she had ever thought it possible to want him-or any man. She wanted him in spite of the fact that she knew he was about to rape her, was about to hurt her! She wanted him, wanted him, wanted him! Something had happened to her, all right; there was no denying it now. Some strange and inexplicable chemical transformation had occurred in her body, brought about by that complete strangers bludgeoning prick inside her and her own magnanimous orgasm, causing her to want and need and desire sexual gratification even under the most adverse of circumstances... Yes, and to desire her husband, to desire Warren for the first real time since they had been married... !
Warren, holding her, kissing her neck and her naked tits in careless abandon now, sensed a certain relaxing in Toni, sensed more than a submission, what was really a joining in-but his mind refused to dwell on it at that moment. Another thought had given birth there, and it was all-consuming: He was going to kiss his wife's cunt!
It was a desire he had long harbored, a desire which at times was acutely intense, for she had such a sweet, warm tender pussy and he knew that to kiss and lick and suck it would be sheer heaven. He had broached the subject to her before, but she had always refused, saying that was a perversion, a sick filthy thing that only whores and their pimps allowed to happen between them. Well, he wasn't a pimp and he'd gone down on a few women before he was married; it wasn't a perversion, and it sure as hell wasn't filthy. It was one of the truly great experiences a man could have; and a woman...
His cock throbbing with the pure salaciousness of the idea, Warren raised up, breaking his embrace, and leered down into the sweat-moistened face of his beautiful young wife.
"You know what I'm going to do now?" he asked with panting harshness. "I'm going to go down on you, Toni. I'm going to put my mouth on your pussy, and lick and suck you between your legs with my lips and my tongue!"
The sheer obsceneness of his words caused Toni to gasp, her eyes going wide. No, no! she thought in horror. No, that... that's sick... that's evil and wrong, I won't allow you to put your mouth on me THERE, kiss me and put your tongue inside me, kiss me and lick me and suckle me, kiss me, kiss me...
And suddenly, the horror was no more. In its place, fully and beyond recall, there came new strangely reeling waves of passion. In her mind, then, Toni could picture her husband's head bobbing and slaving down there between her legs, licking and sucking... And she could feel his mouth on her, could feel his tongue flicking into her... Oh God, it felt good, it felt good, it was wrong and lewd and perverse but she knew that she wanted him to do it, wanted him to kiss her that way and make her have another orgasm... she knew she not only could but would have another one, whether from his penis or his mouth... she had to have an orgasm, a better one than that she had achieved with Pops Shannon, with her husband; she suddenly realized that, because therein lay the answer to the saving of their marriage! So simple, all so simple, and so workable, too, because she was different somehow, a different and emancipated woman inside...
She opened her eyes and looked into Warren's face and said, "Yes, my darling, yes yes yes! Put your mouth on my pussy, kiss it and lick it!" She undulated her hips, splaying her legs wide to reveal the naked, hair-fringed expanse of her moistened cunt. "I want you to, I want you to!"
Warren stared at her, aghast. Had he heard right? Had she actually... actually said that she wanted him to go down on her? Some of the rage drained out of him, and he stared at her with a mixture of incredulity and growing heat on his face. "You can't... mean that, Toni... " he managed.
"Yes, yes, I mean it! Put your head down between my thighs, kiss my cunt, Warren darling, hurry and kiss it!"
Her eyes were closed in passion, and her hands were moving convulsively up and down her flanks in anticipation, her buttocks twisting and lifting off the bed. He couldn't fathom this complete reversal in his heretofore cold and unresponsive wife, and the confusion dissolved most of the anger he felt at her infidelity, dissolved the need to strike back at her for what he had felt was a slight on his masculine pride. Now, there was only the uncertainty of the change in her, the complete reversal of form-and yes, there was the passion, too, brought about by her concession to him, her begging him to perform an act on her that she had always thought to be too vulgar, her twisting and contorting on the bed in obvious uncontrolled lust...
And then, with his cock hammering excitedly and his balls aching for release, Warren knew lustful excitement in increasing measures. Suddenly, he didn't care about anything except going down on Toni, kissing that sweet delicious pussy of hers as she had begged him to do, kissing her and kissing her and making her cum, making her respond to him for the first time...
Quickly, breathing in ragged gasps, Warren slid down on the bed until he was poised between her wide-stretched legs. He stared down at her slightly prominent pubic mound and the soft wet pinkish slit hidden below the soft dark pubic triangle, and the quivering miniature phallus nestled there in moist passion. He could wait no longer then, and with a little cry of intense and long-denied pleasure, he pressed his head forward with his tongue extended and skewered his hot, hard wet probe deep into the warm, damp recesses of her honey-sweet cuntal channel...
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" screamed Toni, her body convulsively jerking and her legs shooting upward and pulling back so that her knees rested back against her trembling, hard-nippled breasts-presenting the full panorama of her waiting cunt.
Warren reveled in his young wife's soft open furrow, his mouth and tongue making obscene, wanton slurping sounds. His hands curled around her legs, pulling the thighs close to the sides of his head to imprison it between them, and his fingers slipped into the valley between her sweat-sheened ass cheeks to pull her vaginal slit wider still to the lewd oral penetration of her privates. His fleshy tongue lapped upward like a thirsty dog drinking water, and located the erect button of her clit and nipped it excruciatingly. She cried out in agonizing pleasure at the contact, and jerked hard at his hair and he licked and nibbled at the sensitive quivering nub of her womanhood with wild abandon.
Toni's head whipped from side to side on the pillow, and she heaved and bucked her open loins tight up against his face, squeezing his ears with her inner thighs. Good, good, good! her lust-drugged brain chanted. So goooodddddddd! Oh God, it's better than I imagined it would be just now, how could I have so long denied my husband and myself this wondrous experience? Oh dear Lord it feels as if his tongue is a hot poker invading my genitals, but such a deliciously sweet hot poker that I never want it to be removed... how can anything this tremendously pleasurable be wrong and wicked, as I was taught to believe, as I so long accepted with blind faith... ?
Faster and deeper and harder was Warren mouthfucking his lovely wife's flailing body now, sliding his long hard probe far into her clasping vaginal orifice, tasting her secretions, like ambrosia in his mouth. His face was wet with her cuntal juices and with the sweat of his passion, and her cunt smelled as sweet as perfume, as sweet as wildflowers in spring, and her cunt hair and lips were softer than a baby's skin against his cheeks and nose and lips. He kneaded and manipulated her velvety soft ass cheeks as his face churned deeper and deeper in her throbbing vaginal passage, and it was just as he had long known it would be, this licking and sucking of between his wife's widespread legs. She'd changed... it was impossible, but it was true and he had never been more thankful... Jesus, this was what he had waited all these years for, this moment, this responsiveness, this bliss and fulfilling togetherness... His tongue leapt into the searing liquid depths of her pussy again and again, and she cried out for him, screamed his name as he fucked her time and again with his hot tongue and burning lips; she pulled loose tufts of his hair, pounded her heels on his back, jerked and twisted and heaved and bucked her body and her buttocks hard up against his merciless assault on her eager genitalia...
So good, so wild and so free, so exciting... Toni's mind was like a soaring eagle, flying far and high, farther and higher than any other mortal -creature or human-had ever dared to ascend before. This afternoon with Shannon was nothing compared to this... nothing at all, for I only became awakened, like a sleeping bird, this afternoon and I couldn't possibly have experienced all the wonders in that one effort. No, I have much to learn and this time now is going to be delirious beyond description... Yes, I can feel it nearing, I can feel my orgasm coming closer and closer... oh God, I'm almost there, I'm almost there, it's going to be the most incredible and beautiful moment imaginable...
She screamed Warren's name over and over again, screamed out her new-found passion and new-found ideal: "I'm going to cum, going to cum my darling, I'm going to cummmmmmmmmmm, aaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
And she was there, cumming, cumming to make that which she had known with Shannon seem to be a frustrating emptiness, cumming with her husband's hot, slavering, feverishly-darting tongue swirling around deep in her pussy and his lips glued to her hot eager cunt lips and his hands squeezing and kneading her soft white flesh. She screamed again and again, and then she was soaring farther and higher than any other creature- mortal or human-had even soared before, flying free and superbly emancipated there among the drifting, soft white clouds...
She came back slowly, ever so slowly, and lay with Warren's head cradled in her hot, damp pussy and his saliva mixing with the juices of her incredible orgasm. They lay there like that for a time, and then, tenderly, lovingly, she drew him up over her and with an exploratory hand found that his cock was still rigid and trembling. He had not had his release, and she wanted him to know some semblance of that which she had just know.
"Fuck me, Warren," she whispered softly into his ear, a smile of true peace on her face. "Fuck me now, Warren my darling."
"Will... will you... be able to cum with me?" he panted.
"Yes, darling. Oh yes, yes, yes!"
And he fucked her-no, loved her, for it was more now than a mere physical gratification on both their parts, it was love. He made love to her, and she went soaring again when he emptied his sperm-heavy balls far into her pussy moments later, soaring higher even than the last time, higher and higher...
And higher still the next time they made love that afternoon and that night, and higher the next, and still higher the next....
CHAPTER FIVE
The dawn broke as it had the day before, beautiful and clear and mountain fresh. But this morning Toni awoke a new woman, eager to greet the new day and cheerful at the thought that her husband was beside her. She turned in the bed and sighed, stretching her arms and blinking her eyes.
Then she smiled and leaned over and gently kissed her still sleeping mate. Warren, she thought blissfully, I love you, dearest. I can't explain about what happened to us yesterday, nor what this will lead to... but I can promise that I will be the woman you want from now on... that never again will I turn away from you so that you, in frustration, turn from me.
"Darling... " murmured Warren, and his hand reached out and clutched the air in an automatic response of the love he carried in him for her. "Darling... "
"I love you, Warren... " she whispered back, and she snuggled closer to his hand. He touched her naked breast, and the tactile sense made him respond. His fingers slowly felt the moon shape and rubbed the nipple with the care and intensity of a blind man feeling his way. Then his eyes opened and they sparkled. Toni breathed and pressed herself closer...
"Good morning, Warren," she whispered to him.
"Mmmm," he replied, and then he yawned.
"What a wonderful way to wake up, feeling your breast like that."
"That's because we're in love," she said.
"We've always been in love, but never like this."
Toni licked her lips, moistening them as she thought about what he had said. Then, with a sweet smile on her mouth, she said, "True, Warren. I'm afraid what you say is true, and I'm sorry, for it's been my fault. But I've changed, my darling, I've changed and that's what's made the difference."
"You mean because of yesterday."
"Yes, because of yesterday."
There was a long silence as the two lovers probed each others' eyes for hidden meanings and nuances. Finally Toni said, "I can't explain what happened. It's ..-. it's more than just the fact we were adulterous with the Shannons. If that was all there was to it, then last night, making love with you, wouldn't have been any different. But it WAS different, Warren. Wasn't it to you?"
"Yes, oh God, yes it was Toni!"
"It was as if our mutual infidelity had some greater destiny behind it, some higher reason so that it brought us back together again."
Warren put his arms behind his head and studied his beautiful wife. She had changed, there was no question about that, had seemingly opened up her spiritual wells and had become as a sexual partner should become; eager, willing, and demanding. Yet he didn't prescribe to her theory of divine guidance having gotten them together so much as it had been the devious planning of the Shannons. He voiced his opinion, and Toni looked back at him quizzically.
"What do you mean, Warren?"
"Well, it seems to me that there has been all too much coincidence for it to have been anything except planned. For example, Gina showed up here right after you left with films taken the night before of you and Shannon. She was pretty sure I'd fall for it, and I did, and I suspect that she knew it because she was in on their filming! I never did get around to asking how they'd been filmed so well without you knowing of the camera. She got me too angry and hurt... "
"And aroused," added Toni with a shy smile.
"Very aroused," Warren grinned back.
"It was awful convenient that "Pops" was in the lounge just when his wife was with you... and that he had a party all set up. A party, by the way, which never existed."
"Are you angry?"
"No... " she said, frowning slightly as she thought of how she DID feel. "No, they were out after their own gratification, but the good they inadvertently caused far outweighs their motives." She kissed Warren on the tip of his nose. "That was fine... once. I don't think I'd like to be a party to adultery again, but I can't admit to being sorry for having done it this single time. I can face them... and you, my love... and know I'm a better... more complete woman for having had another man. I can face the world and not be ashamed."
Warren smiled fondly at his wife... at his new wife, in a very real sense, and the urge to make love to her grew strong within his loins. His cock became erect, tenting the sheets, and he reached out his hand again and caressed her breast once more. Little ripples of pleasure made Toni tingle and she gasped with a mewling sigh.
Yes, yes... this is what she wanted. A responsive body and an appreciative husband. And love, lots of physical copulation with him to ever cement the bond between them. She had to have him again, now, in the morning, which previously she had thought to be an over-abuse of body functions. She curled around his questing hand, and in turn delved beneath the sheet with her own fingers. Down over his palpitating abdomen, down lower to the first tendrils of his pubic hair... down until she touched the now fully erect shaft of his penis. Warren groaned involuntarily, her fingers being like warm feathers of sensuality, and took his other hand and placed it between her wetting thighs. She splayed her legs... undulated her hips against his hand so that her vagina and valley were being rubbed wantonly. Her tiny clitoris peeked out of its hair-lined, flesh-rimmed nest and quivered upright.
"I... love you Warren," she moaned, pressing closer.
"I love you, Toni... and I need you... " came the passionate answer of her one, true, husband.
Two hours later, Toni and Warren lay together, satiated and warm and very much in love. They were half asleep, almost groggy after their orgiastic copulations. The knock on the door startled them, for the knock was on the door between their room and the Shannons'.
"I'll go see what they want, dear," Warren said. He rose from the bed, and Toni caught a glimpse of his limp, satiated cock swinging and his leathery scrotum hitting his thigh as he jumped out. He walked to the door. "Yes?"
"Good morning, Warren!" came the hearty voice of "Pops" Shannon through the wood. "We'd like to come in if we may."
"Well... " Warren looked into the bedroom at his wife as though she could supply the answer as to whether he should open the door. She shrugged her shoulders, saying, "Might as well. They're persistent... and as I said, I'm not ashamed to face them."
"We're not dressed," Warren said at Shannon. "That's all right. Neither are we. Just robes on. Is the door unlocked?"
"Yes."
"Then hop back under the covers and we'll wait a minute, then come. How's that?"
"Fine," Said Warren. He guessed it was. He returned and slid under the covers. "Enter," he said loudly.
The connecting door opened and Gina stepped in the room, smiling brightly. She was wearing a robe -just as "Pops" had promised-but it was mainly see-through net, and all but the nipples of her breasts and the lower portion of her pubic mound were visible. Her full ripe buttocks swayed unhindered as she walked, and in spite of the fact that only minutes before he had ejaculated heavy spurts of his semen inside his wife, Warren couldn't help gluing his eyes on them and her provocatively moving tits. His turgid penis, which he had thought had become completely satiated from the night and morning of lovemaking with Toni, gave a new twinge of life. He couldn't believe it! The more he ogled Gina Shannon the more he was overcome by her abandoned blatancy.
Toni could understand how her husband had been attracted by Gina. As this wife of her seducer eased herself into the bedroom's one chair and crossed her legs, which sent the "robe" falling in both directions from her thighs, Toni saw she was in her full glory. In spite of herself, Toni felt a small amount of jealousy. Gina's breasts were so large and round yet without sag as so many other women experience when full breasted, and her thin waist accented her proportioned thighs and buttocks, and molded legs drew into tiny feet. Toni couldn't blame Warren for being drawn into her web of passion...
Then "Pops" Shannon entered, smiling expansively and fingering his moustache. He wore a silk robe, scarlet and black, with a satin sash tied loosely around his middle. Toni had the strange, tantalizing suspicion that he wore nothing under the gown, just as it was obvious that Gina was naked beneath her wrap. For an instant Toni had the lewd thought pervade her mind of undoing the sash and letting the robe fall open so that she could view the magnificent penis and burly sac of testicles which had wreaked their delicious havoc upon her the previous day. A shock of prurient desire went through her, one which she tried to quash but couldn't, and her hands trembled as they clutched the sheet around her throat.
"What brings you here?" Warren asked, sitting up in bed.
"Well," began Shannon, "We wanted to discuss what happened yesterday." He looked significantly first at Warren, then at Toni. Toni had promised herself and Warren not to be embarrassed or ashamed, but she felt the hot flood of blushing redness in her cheeks as the eyes of "Pops" fell on her.
"We wanted to know if there were any... ah, repercussions over what took place." He paused. "That is, if Toni told you what she saw and did, Warren, and you in turn told her of your actions."
Warren looked over at Toni and smiled. He put his hand on her face tenderly. "Yes, we've told each other. And for your information, we appreciate what happened. It has brought us closer together."
"Excellent!" said Shannon. "We were afraid it might have caused you to become further afield of each other. In fact, if you two hadn't made a clean breast of the affair, we were going to now. Just so that there wouldn't be any build-up of suspicion and hatred, you understand. Truth and openness is the best policy between marrieds, I always say."
"Both my husband and I," interjected Gina, "were convinced that both of you had untapped resources of love and devotion that would flower if properly watered. We felt that somehow you hadn't been able to do it between you two, as is so often the case. Too close to the subject, as it were. We believed that once confronted with wife swapping, confronted and participated in, it would act as the catalyst to open those virgin fields. It looks, Pops," she added, glancing at her husband, "that we were right."
"Wife swapping... " Toni repeated, savoring the lurid phrase like some bitter-sweet candy. "Wife swapping. Yes, that's what it was, all right."
"I assumed that you do this often," Warren said.
"As often as possible," Gina admitted.
"It's helped us just as it helped you, Warren," Shannon said; "Our physical enjoyment has been enhanced a thousand-fold, for the different partners have each contributed their different variation to an act which can otherwise grow stale and familiar. Moreover, the mere fact of dropping the confines of unnecessary and puritanical inhibitions had made our physical gratification more complete, more overwhelming, much more fulfilling."
"Then... all this is out of sheer lust?" broke in Toni.
"No, not at all, my dear," answered Shannon calmly. "Please understand that group sex doesn't mean that we are in love with the other partners-but at the same time, neither does that negate the presence of love. I love Gina very much, Toni, I love her like Warren loves you, or you love Warren."
"But how-?"
"How does our marriage stay together, Warren?" Shannon chuckled. "It stays together the same way that yours has stayed together after yesterday. It stays together out of love, and because when we have relations, it means more than just lust by itself. We know it means more, because we experience lust to its fullest, and it can never touch our enjoyment as lovers. I try harder, and Gina does too, and together with gratification we add heart and soul." He stared at Warren intently. "Isn't that what happened to you afterwards?"
"What? I-"
"Didn't you make love last night, and... this morning?"
Toni blushed again, but she heard herself say, "Yes, yes we did, and it was wonderful. I enjoyed the sex we had together yesterday, Pops, but it wasn't as good as with Warren."
"Exactly my point!" cried Shannon. "And... aren't you closer?"
"We said we were," Warren agreed. He looked over at his wife and the sign of love which passed between them was unmistakable. "We came together as lovers... because we had been with others as sex partners."
I did have these feelings Shannon has described, and the mystery I felt upon awakening this morning has now been explained. My couplings with Warren were heightened because of our gratifications with the Shannons-yet should this way of life continue? No, no, it shouldn't, for I am afraid...
As if reading her tortured mind, Shannon walked to the edge of the bed and said to Toni, "I see hesitation in your eyes, my child. Don't be afraid, it's obvious that your love for Warren and his for you is unshakable. And I say this: what was enhanced by one swap can only be made better by another."
"Are... are you suggesting another swap?" gasped Warren.
"Yes, he is," Gina said with a smile. "And so am I."
"Don't you want me again?" Asked Shannon of Toni.
Toni stammered, choking on the bluntness of his request. "Why... I... I... "
"You liked my penis in your vagina yesterday," he said. "And you, Warren, didn't you enjoy my wife's lovely body?"
Warren remained silent, but his answer was written all over his face. Gina stood and languorously approached the bed, brushing the palm of her hand down her golden thighs, undulating her hips and smiling with the tip of her tongue licking her lips.
"I know, Warren," she said huskily. "I know it's hard at first to put your true emotions out in the open, especially in front of your wife.
Warren groaned aloud. Toni looked down at his squirming form under the covers. The bulge in the sheet... yes! He was hard again! He DID want this woman! A searing flash of the truth forced her to gasp, and she began to quiver. Warren has just finished making love to me... and he wants to lie with Gina Shannon! To place his erect penis, not yet dry from my orgasm, into her vagina! I should be horrified... but I'm not... I'm not... I'm, I'm excited too!
And suddenly, as suddenly as the realization had hit that her husband lusted for another woman, she found herself looking at "Pops" Shannon with passionate eyes. Pin-pricks of terror at the idea of repeating yesterday's circus of perversion mingled with the tingling and building forces of her new-found desires. Toni was forced to admit to herself that she was trapped-trapped by moral and ethical commandments on one hand, and trapped by her suddenly licentious body on the other.
"No... " moaned Toni, but it was too late. Sensing her desire, Shannon untied the knot in his robe's sash. There was no hindering Toni's eyes as her gaze fell lovingly on the now bared pubic growth as the robe fell open before her. His lovely penis was standing straight from his pubic growth, and nestled in the folds of his thighs were his two great sacs of sperm-loaded testicles. Toni shivered and squirmed in the bed, and squeezed her legs tightly together to stop the impossible rising tide of passion, and her vagina, still warm and tingling from Warren's recent assaultings, flowed anew. The scintillating sight of Shannon's flowered manhood seemed to fill her belly with electricity, with a new charge of sensual obsession.
Even Warren was stunned by the sudden appearance of "Pops" hardened organ. Christ, is it large! How the hell did my wife take all of that mammoth cock inside her tight little cunt? His mind couldn't fathom his wife's acceptance of it... but he had to, for the fact was that she had been fucked by this man the day before... while he had fucked Gina.
Gina sucked in her breath when her husband showed the group his desire-hardened member. She warmly gazed at his black-bushed groin and penis, and her mouth salivated with heated intensity. Slowly, with motions practiced to perfection, she loosened her diaphanous wrap and threw it back upon the chair. She moaned in her pagan nudity, and rubbed her passion quivering breasts with her hands... she was alive and wild, and was totally beyond any control of modesty.
Warren panted and moaned, the sight of this bewitching naked nymph making agonizing shoots of sexual fire fill his blood. Toni, captivated as she was by Shannon's cock and balls, could only move her hands across the sheet to the vee of her thighs and pull and prod her vaginal area through the material in an effort to assuage some of the consuming lust which was making her body an electric ganglion of thrills.
"Come," beckoned "Pops" Shannon to Toni, his face a mask of carnal lechery and his hand stretched out to her in summons. "I want you... now, my dear. And you want me. And let us leave Warren and Gina to their mystical games while we indulge ourselves in the same. Come... "
As if mesmerized by the sights and sounds which engulfed her, Toni could only whimper and respond mechanically. She breathed harder and harder, her lungs almost bursting, and faster her hands moved as they teased her vagina through the cloth. She looked from Shannon to his wife and saw that she was not completely abandoned in the lewd throes of self-masturbation... her hands having left her breasts and were rubbing the pink fluted valley of her pussy, her right forefinger a blur of frenzied motion.
No! Toni's mind screamed, but her brain was a whirling dervish of seething desires, and the dual display of naked lasciviousness and her own husband's complete arousal sent it spinning yet faster. No... no... I can't let this happen again... But her cries were useless and she found herself pulling back the bedsheet and exposing her own fine and lusting body.
"Come... come... " entoned Shannon, stepping back a pace. "Into my bedroom... come... "
Toni crawled over the almost uncovered Warren, and as she did, the sheet fell down farther and her husband's bloated penis and straining testicles hove into view. Toni hardly took notice, for her senses were as if gauze had been placed over them, so great were her inner furnaces of unrequited craving. She took the extended hand of Shannon, and together they stepped through the connecting door and forward to his bedroom...
She did not see Gina's eyes widen at the sight of Warren's waving penis as it stood proudly from his groin, or hear the woman's guttural cry of passion, nor Warren's parting words to his wife: "I love you, Toni... remember, darling, I love you... "
Then Gina's tongue fell upon his cock. She moved onto the bed and dropped to her knees, never letting her voraciously licking tongue slide from his waving penis. Warren moaned as she bathed his quivering legs with long, wet lappings, and then she touched the sac of his testicles lightly and returned to his cock. She licked and licked... and then took the whole gorgeous head and shaft into her hungrily clasping mouth. She sucked greedily, and Warren forgot about his wife, about what had happened in spite of his and Toni's fervent avowals to resist. Forgot everything in the world except the feeling which was emanating from his warmly suckled penis...
"You're more beautiful today than you were yesterday," breathed "Pops" Shannon into Toni's shell-like ear. "I can't wait to have you
" He eased her onto the bed in his room, laid her gently upon the sheets and then he joined her. They lay together, breathing each other's passionate fragrances, and then he reached down and touched one of her now heavily quivering breasts. She sucked in her breath and shuddered, and mewled excitedly, as he stroked the sloping plane and teased the cherry colored nipple to erectness. His other hand moved to the vee she had been touching seconds earlier, felt the moistness of her secretions, slipped one finger along the damp, pink furrow tentatively... and then with increased fervor. She moaned and twisted, spreading her thighs with one leg straight out upon the sheets and the other bent upright.
Shannon located the distended tip of her tiny quaking clitoris and tantalized it for a moment, then returned to the warm, throbbing cavern of her pussy. He slid his finger inside, letting the wet, muscled walls of her vaginal tunnel close around it and seemingly suck on it as though for nourishment. Against her ear, he whispered: "Touch me, Toni. Touch my cock. Reach down and feel me as I am feeling you... "
She obeyed, as she had obeyed his order to follow him to the bed. Mindlessly, without thought to consequences to herself or others, she was his slave to do with as he willed, and he willed for her to feel his penis. She slid her hand down between their pulsing stomachs, past his hand which was sliding cock-like in her begging pussy, and seized his hardened rod of flesh in her fevered hand. She slid her palm up and down the pulsating shaft, played joyously over its ridges, and strummed the smooth, rubbery head with her nails. Then back to grasp the base and caress his soft sac of throbbing testicles.
"Ohhhhhh yesssss, Toni, that's it! That's it!" groaned Shannon as his own fingers churned faster and faster in her coral sheathed cunt. "That's so good... so good... but I'll cum if you keep that up. I'll cum right here right on the sheets, and I want to be inside you for that. I want to fuck you now, Toni... I want you now... "
"Yes," she heard herself murmur in response.
"Yes, now! Take me, "Pops", take me." Oh God, my body's out of control. I can't help myself. I want him... I must have him! Shannon removed his fingers from between her open legs and raised himself up, then told her to do the same. Toni thought that he was going to just fuck her from the rear as he had the day before, and she quivered with the expectancy of the orgasm it would bring. But then his hypnotic voice was whispering other, more licentious words into her panting brain, and he pressed his purplish, swollen head of his cock against one of her ass cheeks.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Toni... I'm going to fuck deep and hard-in your anus!"
No! Oh God! He wouldn't. He couldn't do that! No man has done that... I don't want it to ever happen to me...
"I'm going to send my penis scrounging up into your bowels, Toni, into that beautiful little asshole of yours... I've wanted to from the first, and now I will!"
"Pops!" cried Toni. "Please... no, not that! I... I've never had it there... It'll hurt! I know it'll hurt me terribly! Nooooo! She geared her mind to the fighting of the pain... but instead, his first contact with the tiny, puckered lips of her anus was of softness and pleasure, and she was unprepared for it.
Shannon had leaned forward and planted a warm wet kiss upon the soft, fearfully contracting mouth of it. He felt her quiver beneath him, and he kissed her teasingly there again, then again. She moaned slightly as her body shook and trembled from the moist contact, and she involuntarily clenched her buttocks together.
Shannon knew from experience that this was the time for patience, that she had passed the first stage of the ultimate conquest and now he must win her mind and spirit over, and it had to be done by the softness of touch. He dropped back and placed his thumbs on either side of her soft, buttock resilient cheeks and pressed out gently. Bit by bit, the straining muscles of her inner thighs relaxed and as he watched they slowly parted before the almost imperceptible outward pressure of his thumbs. His eyes were at the same level as the thin red folds of flesh which covered her vagina, and he could see a slight moisture forming and glistening on the softly curling pubic hair. The odor was one of sweetness and it drifted enticingly out to flare his nostrils, and then he swallowed deeply, for his thumbs had opened enough of her vaginal lips to see the complete panorama of pink inner flesh, all smooth and pearlescent.
He breathed hard and blew softly upon her anus, and he heard another mewl escape from Toni's now open lips. She tried to move slightly, but his hands on her buttocks held her fast, and then her muscles completely relaxed. He touched her now slightly throbbing anus with his tongue.
Toni couldn't understand this feathery feeling upon her backsides. It was wet and warm, and she shivered from its magical workings. "AAAHHHHH," she sighed, and she stopped further resistance. She allowed her backside to be pulled wide open by the gentle being who was making circles of softness back there, and she felt as if floating on a fleece covered cloud.
Again Shannon thrust forward the tip of his tongue and buried it in the warm fleshy folds between her upraised buttocks. She squirmed, and then, unable to stem the lewd craving he felt, he pushed his lips closer and began to obscenely suck and lick the whole of her soft yielding anal crevice. Her buttocks jerked forward on the first contact, but then in sudden surrender churned backwards upon his face, crazily swaying, and she gasped with electrified shock. Shannon slaved at her tightly clenching little rectal mouth, his tongue plunging and withdrawing, making wet sluicing sounds with each wicked thrust. He pushed his face yet further into her, gleefully teasing her with his teeth and lips and tongue.
"Ohhhh! Oooohhh!" Toni chanted, her body and mind in a lewd dance of desire from the obscene sucking of her back between her wide stretched buttocks. With a triumphant glow on his face, Shannon looked up from her, knowing that he had now teased her into greedy and untamed female animal of lust who threatened to drive him insane. His great, thick cock ached from anticipation, and then he slithered to his knees and worked his hips into the now saliva-drenched crevice of her naked behind.
"Spread your knees out wider, baby," Shannon commanded harshly. His blunt cock head was now pressing against the tightly constricted anus, and even though she could feel it there and was frightened, Toni did as she was told to do, and she strained her buttocks back as suddenly, helplessly, she began to revel in her lewd subjugation. She felt the cords of his thighs as they shoved against her... and then the elastic ring around her tightly resisting asshole gave way to his unrelenting pressure.
" AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHH! "she screamed, her face contorted from agony and pain. "Oh God! Oh God!" she wailed, trying to twist her buttocks loose from his assault of her defenseless, virginal rectum.
Oh God, it's so big... but... he's inside me... just the tip, and it feels like a giant log tearing me in half... Oh dear God, this must be the punishment for my... my punishment for having defiled my marriage a second time.
Shannon moaned as he locked his gaze upon the sight of his hardened rod as it stuck pole-like between the helpless young wife's soft, quivering buttocks crevice. He jerked and shoved another inch into her rectal passage, and Toni screamed again. Her anal ring puckered like a small, tightly clenched fist around his cock, and he grunted and wormed another half inch in... her rigid anal tunnel the tightest fuck he'd ever had.
"AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" Toni cried with each wrench of his loins. "It hurts! It hurts so much! Stopppppp!"
"No, no, it's good, Toni," groaned Shannon. "Re- lax, and fuck back against my cock. The pain will go away and it will feel wonderful to you
" Numbly, and in total submission, Toni ground her buttocks back in a slow, excruciating circular motion, skewering further inches of his cock deeper into her bowels. Oh God... It still hurts, it still feels as though I'm being ripped up the middle... Oh God! I can feel the hair of his groin against my buttocks. He's all the way in me!
Toni whimpered as his pelvis smacked viciously against her upturned ass cheeks. He sank to the depths of her belly, his balls swinging hard down against her pubic hair and vagina. She kneeled slave-like, lost of control, and-slowly... ever so slowly... the pain began to ease. Shannon flexed, and she made a choking sound as her soft resilient anal flesh clamped hotly around his rampaging cock, but it didn't hurt as much now... or as much as before as he began to triumphantly pump back and forth.
She began to like it! Her anal passage began to accustom itself to the foreign presence imbedded in it, and her body started to respond. Yes, yes, there was no denying it, she was warming to this lewd, bestial sodomizing of her most secret part. Her head rolled from side to side and she buffeted back against Shannon's pistoning shaft, churning her lovely cream-white buttocks in a wild, abandoned dance of perversion.
CHAPTER SIX
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Toni cried in blissful abandonment as Steve Shannon hammered his long hard cock deep into her tight, hot asshole. Beautiful pain! she thought wildly. Beautiful sweet love-pain in my rectum, in my pussy, in my belly... beautiful, beautiful cock to give me such wondrous feelings throughout my body...
Shannon's muscular pelvis smacked loudly against her softly quivering ass moons, his balls swinging hard against the trembling, gaping entrance of her vagina. Toni screwed her buttocks back tighter against his rampaging monster, revelling in the perverted sodomizing of her defenseless, forbidden anus. Uncontrollable spasms of delight surged like maelstroms of heat through every fiber and nerve end with each buffeting thrust of his thundering pole, and she twisted her head around to stare at him, see his teeth bared in beast-like rapture the same as hers were, see him watching with lustful fascination the sight of his wild thrustings into the naked crevice of her sensuously churning buttocks.
Toni worked voraciously to help further impale herself, raising and lowering her hips almost to the tip of his driving cock, then hurtling back down to drive it deep within her burning rectal channel. She rested her forehead upon the bed, her raven hair fanned out damply, and then reached back between her legs with her left hand and caressed the sperm-bloated sacs which pounded her open vagina, running a fingernail over the under- side of his prick as he lunged in and out, tracing a deliciously enticing pattern along his urethra tube wet with her lubrications.
And that was when the bedroom door opened, and the tall blonde man in the Scandinavian ski sweater slipped quietly inside.
The man, whose name was Lance Bartlett, stood silently watching Pops Shannon sodomizing the beautiful young woman on the bed, listened to their moans and panting breaths, heard the harsh slap of loins against upthrust buttocks and the slurping of pistoning penis in and out of warm, wet anus. His own breathing quickened, and he felt his cock harden in the dark blue, tight-fitting ski pants he wore. Old Pops is really slapping the meat to her, all right, he thought lewdly as he voyeuristically watched the actions on the bed. He's pounding that asshole of her like it's the last piece he's ever going to tear off... That thought made Bartlett grin in spite of himself, for he knew beyond any doubt that this wasn't the last piece of ass that bastard Shannon would ever get; the bastard knocked off more pussy than he, Bartlett, did -and that was going some. The son of a bitch was suave and debonair with that mustache, and knew which broads he could work into a situation like this and which he couldn't-not to mention knowing which of the singles he could fuck. About all Lance was nailing were the singles-these dumb secretaries up from San Francisco or L.A. for a weekend really went for handsome blonde ski instructors, all right. He just couldn't seem to get next to the marrieds like this doll here, Mrs. Toni Sutter, which was why he had tied up with old Pops. They had a good deal worked up between them: Pops would call him in on one of his little set-ups to bring new marrieds into the fold, giving Bartlett a chance to fuck them silly too; and Lane, in turn, would line up the chicks who came to his ski classes, weeding out the ones he knew wouldn't tumble. It was a mutually satisfactory arrangement, sure enough-one that Lance Bartlett hoped would go on for many a year to come...
Bartlett's eyes were bright, and his balls throbbed with an aching intensity as he watched Shannon fucking Toni Sutter's rectum on the bed. Goddamn, he couldn't wait any longer to join in- he was going to pop his nuts in his drawers if he did! He stared at the sweat-sheened lips of the raven-haired girl, imagining the feel of them around his prick, and his manhood surged with desire at the wanton image. Quickly, he undid the buttons on the ski pants and slipped out of them, then pulled the ski sweater over his head and stepped out of his shorts. He stood completely naked, his long slender, pale-skinned cock standing immobile from his thin, light-colored pubic hair and his balls hanging heavy below. He began to stroke the rigid shaft lightly as he watched, drawing the foreskin back and forth slowly with mounting lust, and then when the point of endurance was near to be reached, he strode hurriedly, confidently toward the bed; there wouldn't be any difficulty, he knew. Shannon never failed to accurately pick'em; the guy was simply uncanny that way...
Toni was buffeting back against the hammering staff of Pops Shannon crazily now, endeavoring to milk his balls of his burning load of cum far into the depths of her bowels. She worked diligently, concentrating, but the sudden overwhelming feeling of the presence of another person in the room was too strong for her passion-fogged mind to overlook. Her eyes fluttered open, and then grew wide with dismay and fright at the sight of the good-looking, lewdly-grinning, very naked blond man who stood facing her-stood facing her not twelve inches away and obscenely stroking his erect, palpitating penis!
"My God!" she cried, ceasing her thrusting motions back against Shannon's pile-driving panacea. "Who... who are you?"
"Bartlett's the name," he said easily, continuing to maneuver his cock with his hand. "Lance Bartlett, Dix Mountain ski instructor."
"What are you doing here!" she almost screamed.
"Why, getting ready to join in, that's all." He grinned as if he was enjoying a secret joke. "Hello, Pops, you old fart. Looks like you nailed another young cherry asshole."
"Fuck you, you blonde-headed bastard!" Shannon said good-naturedly, but with a hint of impatience. He squeezed Toni's soft, succulent ass cheeks, and wiggled his prick far inside her anus, causing her to moan involuntarily. "You took your sweet time; I'm damned near ready to shoot my wad, for Christ's sake!"
Bartlett shrugged. "I'm in no hurry, but since you insist." He stepped closer to Toni's wild-eyed, confused, sweating face-bringing his angry cock to less than six inches from her moistened, red-lipped mouth. "What do you think, baby?" he asked her. "Do you like my big prick?"
She didn't know what to think. Disordered thoughts spun and whirled inside her brain. Who was this man, this Lance Bartlett? Why was he here? What was he going to do? He and-Pops- seemed to know each other... had Pops planned this? Oh God, had he brought this man up here by some mutual plan, made privately and anticipatorily, to... to...
"Well, you'd better like it, honey child," Bartlett continued. "Because you're going to be sucking it like a lollipop in a minute!"
Toni's mind rebelled from the lewd, debauched suggestion and she tried to pull away, pull herself free of Shannon's cock imbedded in her rectum. But he held her firm, his strong hands imprisoning her, forcing her to remain still. She heard him say softly, "It's all right, baby. Don't be afraid. Just relax, and enjoy it. You'll like a 3-way stretch once you get used to it. Trust me, baby; you'll see... "
No, no, no! I won't like it... I won't! It's foul and sick and disgusting to take a man's penis inside your mouth.
Or is it? Is it really? I thought that having intercourse with another man was foul and disgusting-and it wasn't; I thought having a man inside my anus was foul and disgusting-and it isn't. Can it be that I've been wrong about this, too? Can it be that the taste of a man's penis in my mouth is as good, as pleasure-giving and satisfying and exciting, as all these other acts?
She stared at the quivering, now-swollen glans of Bartlett's hardened cock, glistening wetly from its thin sheen of lubrication, the unseeing eyes staring back at her like some hypnotic, symbolic orb. Fascination began to grow in her, began to replace the fear and the confusion and the uncertainty. The cock, held firmly in Bartlett's stroking fingers, seemed to beckon to her, seemed to command her to come nearer, seemed to will her to engulf it within the soft sensitive cavern of her succulent mouth.
And in that moment, all of Toni's inhibitions vanished in the advent of lust renewed, renewed yet brighter than before. She opened her mouth wide, her tongue licking around her lips, her eyes shifting up to meet Bartlett's in tacit submittal to his pleasures. He grinned wider, breathing hard, and moved a step closer, so that the moist head of his prick was only a scant inch from Toni's lips. She stretched her tongue out between her lips, let it touch the throbbing tip, withdrew it; Bartlett shuddered, and hissed, "Don't play around, goddamn it! Suck me! Suck me right now, baby!"
Toni obediently opened her mouth wide, the long wetness of her tongue stretched out like a welcoming red carpet for his entering cock. Bartlett stepped harshly forward, guiding his throbbing prick between her parted lips and along that soft, moist carpet until she gasped and choked as the fleshy head struck the back of her throat and his bristly blonde pubic hairs tickled her chin and the tip of her nose.
"Now suck me!" Bartlett commanded. "Suck me good!"
Toni pulled back slightly to keep from gagging, and then she was running her tongue round the glans opening-experimentally at first, unsure of herself, and then with rapidly increasing tempo. It tasted bittersweet, pungent, exciting; she could feel every throbbing muscle and vein in it with her lips, her tongue, her teeth... Oh yes, it's good, it's good! I was right, a man's penis inside my mouth is excitingly wonderful, and his cum is like nectar mingling with my saliva... Oh I can hardly wait for him to really cum, to fill my mouth with his hot, boiling sperm...
Faster and faster her tongue and her mouth worked on Bartlett's swollen instrument, and she held the base of his cock in her hand now, having replaced Bartlett's hand with her own. He wrapped his fingers in her raven tresses, moaning abandonly at the enticing softness of her mouth and tongue on his fiery prick-softness like flowing, melted butter consuming it...
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" he moaned. "Oh Christ, that's nice, that's sooooo nice the way you suck me!"
And behind her, as she began to slave her mouth around Bartlett's cock, Pops Shannon leered knowingly to himself and began to thrust his hardened cock deep into Toni's still tightly clasping rectum once again-slowly at first and then with increasing rhythm, until Toni's hips were churning back against his pile-driving loins as they had before. He timed his thrusts to the eager heaving of Bartlett's hips as he fucked her mouth, so they were both plunging into Toni's bodily orifices in matched time, withdrawing in matched time. The room was filled with the sounds of love, of carnal pleasure being sought and attained-slapping and slurping and moaning and panting.
Toni was mindless and soulless now, reveling in the two cocks buried inside her for nothing else mattered to her; she was, indeed, a new and free and kindred spirit, the Toni Sutter of two days before in general physical description only. In this new world in which she dwelled, with this new motivating force of hedonistic pleasure-seeking, she knew peace and tranquility and independence and great happiness. She knew Cock, with a capital C, and Cock was all-important in her new world, vitally and irrevocably important above all else...
Toni's head pumped abandonly to and fro, slavishly licking every inch of Bartlett's thick shaft, sucking harder and harder, her tongue twirling faster and faster. She could feel the dripping shaft batter against her larynx, but now she made no move to cease the intense ramming pressure there, her lips ovaling maddeningly as she attempted to suck the hot swirling white load of his sperm from his balls.
At the same time she rolled and flung her buttocks back against Shannon's forward-driving shaft, feeling it deep, deep in her belly, her mouth working harder and faster on Bartlett's prick. He groaned, a wailing gasp tearing from his throat as the moment of his climax drew nigh, and Toni, too, was groaning and wailing and silently begging to the two magnificently attuned cocks to flood her, consume her, drown her with their geysering explosions of semen. Her lips churned and swirled more wildly around the ski instructor's mammoth monster, and her buttocks heaved in an insane, frothing tempo back against Shannon's thundering loins, and her own orgasm was building and building and building. It wouldn't be long now, she knew, it wouldn't be long before all of them came in one total and mind-blowing release of their mutual passions...
Suddenly, Bartlett emitted a loud, grunting wail of liberation and he jammed his pale hips forward, burying his rod deep in Toni's soft, warm mouth. Her throat tightened and untightened as torrent after gushing torrent of his searing fluid poured forth from his wildly jerking cock, swallowing desperately to keep from strangling on the billowing sperm, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the grotto of her mouth filled and emptied again and again...
And them, behind her, Shannon's fingers dug painfully into her ass moons, the nails drawing blood, and he began to chant crazily, "My nuts are blown, my nuts are blown, my nuts are blown, aaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" His prick began to jerk out of control in her asshole then, as Bartlett's was doing in her mouth, and she felt the fire-hot semen erupt along his urethra tube from the boiling cauldrons of his raging balls and fill her anus to overflowing. The searing liquid ran down along the valley of her churning buttocks, along the backs of her pumping thighs, and pooled on the bedspread beneath her quivering, jerking body.
"Keep sucking, keeping sucking, don't stoppppppppp!" howled Bartlett, convulsively levering forward. "Suck my cum, suck all of my cummmmmmm!"
"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!" Shannon wailed behind her.
Then, as if their mutual cries of enrapturement were the final trigger of her own cumming, Toni felt the beginnings of that wild, soaring, drifting ride take hold of her flesh. She gurgled and squealed around Bartlett's still ejaculating cock, never once losing a single droplet of the molten fluid. She climbed and rode the crest of her orgasm to the impossible height which she had come to know so well in the past two days, that fabulously, deliriously, Valhalla-like height which was the only thing worth seeking in the whole, wide universe...
Finally, after a long long time, Toni collapsed forward on the bed, the two bliss-giving penises slipping from her consummated mouth and her forever stretched rectum with loud, wet simultaneous sounds of love. In her stomach and breasts, there was a pleasant burning sensation, and she thought in her gentle return to earth that it was the Wending of three cums, all the juices having flowed there from whence they were pumped into her and from her own secreting glands.
She felt her head being lifted and placed on a warm, hairy thigh, and Pops Shannon's soft voice said, "Rest now, baby. After you have, we'll all fuck again and it will be as good as it was just now. I'll fuck your mouth, and Lance here can have your asshole-or your cunt, if you'd like it better that way... "
Mmmmmmmmmm, Toni thought drowsily, her brain still drugged by the banked fires of her lust. Yes, I can hardly wait for us to do it again, to feel your cocks taking me once again on that wonderful journey into carnal bliss, as I know they will...
And as they subsequently did...
When Pops Shannon announced, the day before Toni and Warren were scheduled to depart Dix Mountain Lodge and return to San Francisco, that there was going to be a going-away party for them, Toni was both touched and secretly excited. No one, not even the people they considered their closest friends at home, had ever thought enough of her and Warren to give them a party on any occasion, much less on one as relatively insignificant as this one. Toni felt very close to Pops Shannon, and even to Gina, at that moment in "The End O' The Trail", and she felt tingling anticipation when she thought of the party...
Pops had said that the guests he had invited to the affair, which would be held in both their rooms since they were adjoining and would allow more space for the festivities, were all "people just like us, swingers from the word go and more fun at a party than the proverbial barrel of monkeys."
Toni knew what he meant by swingers, and she was somehow perversely pleased that he had included she and Warren along with he and Gina. In the five days since that orgiastic morning and afternoon with Pops and Lance Bartlett, Toni had ridden the god Orgasm dozens of times-with Lance and with Steve and with Warren. Her moral code had pleaded with her prior to each affair with Lance and Pops to cease this wild headlong flight into the pleasures of the flesh, but each time the new Toni-the free and emancipated Toni- emerged victorious and she had thrown herself abandonedly into the quest for physical gratification. Her young, innocent, at times naive mind was constantly being shaped by the words of Pops Shannon, convincing her that lovemaking was good and right and moral, and that pleasure was one of Man's oldest and strongest motivations. She listened and she believed, because she wanted very much to believe, and Warren was believing too.
Each time they made love, it was truly that- lovemaking, and not merely a need for animalistic release. And each time she was with Lance or Pops or both of them at once, and he was with Gina, their later loving was so inspired, so beautiful and perfect, that she knew what they had engaged in here at Dix Mountain, what she and Warren had evolved into, was good and clean and right.
These past five days had gone by at whirlwind speed, and when she lay beside Warren that night -spent and happy, with the man she loved's cum mixing hotly with hers in her belly-Toni wished that they didn't have to go home after the party, that those five days could grow into ten, fifteen, a hundred, a thousand... They had been the finest five days of her life, for not only had she learned the secrets and the wonders of the flesh and of Orgasm, but the marriage which had been so shaky upon their arrival one week earlier was now firmly cemented on a rock-solid foundation. She had realized what the cause of their problem was -truly realized it, because Warren had known all along and told her all along. She had been unresponsive, frigid, refusing to understand the basic needs of Warren and how the unfulfillment of, these needs could lead to crabbiness, anger, even a kind of hatred destroying the marriage completely.
But she understood those basic emotions now, because they were her emotions as well. She needed fulfillment as much as Warren-perhaps, since she was still a neophyte, even more than he -and with her understanding of that came her understanding of many other things as well. She and Warren had long talks together, about the past and the present and the future, about life and love and sex; they were able to communicate, something they hadn't been able to really do all along, on a mental level as well as on a physical one. Warren's love for her was rekindled, grew into a raging fire-and her love for him was stronger, more inspired, than it had ever been.
The marriage had been saved by their having come to Dix Mountain Lodge, all right.
Saved, and turned into a union to be envied.
A union like that of Steve and Gina Shannon.
The party began at eight o'clock the following evening, and promised to be a huge success. Everyone congregated at first in the Shannon's room, even though there were fully-stocked "bars" set up in both theirs and the Sutters's, and Toni and Warren seemed to fit right in with the group. The others were warm, witty, intelligent, and ebullient-and the conversation was as informal as the ski sweaters and slacks and apresski boots which everyone wore. Gina and one of the other girls- Lois Andrews, a tall, green-eyed redhead with huge, high breasts and pouting lips, the current steady girl friend of Lance Bartlett-made open-faced sandwiches and canapes for the group to nibble on while they drank their hot-buttered rums or Irish coffee or Grog (rum, hot water, sugar and lemon).
Aside from the Shannons and the Sutters, Lance Bartlett and Lois Andrews, there were two other couples present: Geoff Wellman and his wife, Bonnie; Will Prinsoni and his wife, Elaine. Wellman was tall, suave, worldly man in his early thirties, with the sure expression of a bon vivant; he was blonde and expensively appointed, a commercial artist, and his ski clothes had obviously come from an exclusive local shop. His wife, also blonde, was slender and finely-boned with taut, rounded breasts and a wide, full-lipped mouth. Her hair flowed long around her shoulders like spun gold, and her laugh had a musical quality to it that was pleasing to the ear.
Prinsoni was dark, of Italian heritage, with green eyes that bespoke a sharp, quick intellect and a flair for sharp-witted humor. He was heavy-set, with thick black hair, and he moved sinuously as if he was a predatory cat about to pounce on an unwary prey. He was an advertising executive. Elaine was small and symmetrically proportioned, with beautifully rounded hips and pert, eye-catching breasts; her eyes were huge and black and mischievous, and her lips were a sensuous pink in the olive-darkness of her face. She seemed to be of Latin, or Spanish extraction and wore her jet black hair long and flowing over her narrow shoulders, the same as Bonnie Wellman.
Toni liked both couples on sight, and as the evening progressed, her opinion of them grew by leaps and bounds. They were carefree and full of hell, and knew how to have fun. She laughed a lot, as they did and as the others did-and she consumed a great deal of rum. After awhile, the softly lit room seemed to whirl pleasantly, as if with a motion of its own; she knew she was high, but the euphoric feeling was all too perfect to sober from. She kept right on drinking with the others, though tempering her portions with more and more hot water.
Everyone seemed to break off into little groups, to discuss this and that, everything under the sun it seemed. Toni found great pleasure in wandering from group to group, listening eagerly to each topic of discussion before drifting on. She stood next to Warren finally, who was engaged in an affable if somewhat firm argument with Geoff Well-man and Will Prinsoni on the subject of capital punishment.
"Now look, Warren," Wellman was saying expansively and perhaps just a-little drunkenly, "I bow to the fact that the taking of a life by society for heinous crimes such as murder has been an inured concept for thousands of years. But hell, old man, that doesn't excuse or eliminate the basic primitive barbarity of the act. In fact, if explains it, if you know what I mean."
"Geoff s right," Prinsoni said, taking a sip of his eleventh hot-buttered rum. "We've become, as a result of evolution more than anything, a progressively more civilized people. And as such, we've learned that our problems and the laws we've made to curb and eliminate those problems can and do become outmoded. Every year, we throw out dozens of laws and statutes which are foolish or unjust or simply too antiquated to any longer be workable. The fact that we're maturing, a little at a time, year by year, is directly responsible for this. Now it seems to me that a civilized race, as we surely are, can no longer condone the savage and useless practice of capital punishment as a means of dealing with evil-doers. There are better ways, proven better ways... "
"Such as?" Warren asked.
"Such as life imprisonment, to begin simply," said Wellman. "Surveys taken by the government have indicated that the possibility of ultimate, restricted life behind bars is infinitely more frightening than the prospect of a quick and relatively painless death-and thus, more preventative, or at least no less preventative. A prime example is those states which do not employ the system of capital punishment. The murder rates in those states aren't any higher than the others-hell, old man, in most cases they're appreciably lower. California, for example, has the highest murder rate in the nation-and we're a state which employs capital punishment in the form of the gas chamber at San Quentin!"
"All of which proves nothing," Warren said firmly. "It's not so much the preventative aspect of capital punishment that I'm arguing for-I'd probably tend to agree with you that it's no more prohibitive than life imprisonment as an ultimate punishment. But damn it, the thing that galls my ass is the possibility of some son of a bitch who is both sane and a convicted, cold-blooded murderer -for money or lust or power, what have you-sitting in a cell and being allowed to live! Suppose he doesn't mind imprisonment; suppose he likes the solitary life; suppose he's a goddamned homosexual. Is his punishment fair? Isn't he sitting in that cell of his and laughing at society and its laws? Is this kind of thing justice?"
"I think you're talking about an extreme case here," Prinsoni said, finishing his hot-buttered rum. "But let's give you the benefit of the doubt anyway. All right, we'll assume that this hypothetical murderer of yours, having killed wantonly and without compunction and was unlucky enough to get caught, is sitting complacently in his cell and quote laughing unquote at society. You say that the idea of that galls you; but don't you see, Warren, what galls you can't enter into this. The important, the intrinsic, thing that must be considered here is whether or not it galls society, whether or not society is harmed or offended or degraded."
And you're saying that capital punishment harms and offends and degrades society."
"I am."
"I can't agree. I can't see where society-Christ, I'm a goddamned member of it, aren't I?-is harmed or offended or degraded by the death of some murderer."
"Let's discuss this on another level," Wellman said equally. "You asked earlier, I think, if there were any other alternatives to capital punishment. I mentioned the one of life imprisonment, and I said it was to begin simply with that. There are other alternatives, of course."
"Namely?" asked Warren cynically.
"Both as a deterrent to crime, and as a successful method of furthering society as a civilized whole while meting out punitive justice, there is the possibility of mass psychiatric help both before and after a crime has been committed."
"I'm not sure I follow that."
"What Geoff is trying to say, I think," Prinsoni interrupted, "is that ninety-five percent of all your murders are crimes of passion, committed by perfectly rational human beings with nagging wives or building business pressures, or other such things. Only five percent of all murders are professionally carried out or premeditated to any degree. Society, Geoff says and I concur, can be better served by rehabilitating this ninety-five percent of our murderers with psychiatric care, most of the individuals in this group, statistics show, are productive and useful members of society. Thus, what can society accomplish by destroying them? Nothing, while everything can be gained by rehabilitating them. And rehabilitation would not be that difficult, for as I said, their crimes were ones of passion -and once the object of that passion has been removed, they would almost to a man never commit another criminous act."
Warren thought about that for a time. Then he said, looking at Wellman, "That seems to make a certain degree of sense. But you said, Geoff, that there should be mass psychiatric help both before and after a crime has been committed. How can you prevent crimes of passion before they happen? There seems to be a contradiction of terms there."
"Not at all," answered Wellman knowledge-ably. "I simply meant that most of these crimes of passion are a result of a long and arduous process, a buildup which gradually becomes unbearable with each passing day until it explodes into violence. If psychiatric care and help were made readily and inexpensively available to the general public-mandatory when a doctor or a lawyer or a policeman or a clergyman noticed peculiar actions by one of his fellows and could so convince a judge-then we would all but eliminate your crimes of passion. Now as for that other five percent... "
There was a sudden shout from the other end of the room, and Toni, who had been listening raptly to the discussion between the three men, turned to locate the source of the yell. It had come from Pops Shannon, who was grinning and standing next to his wife Gina, his arm about her shoulders. He said loudly then, "Can I have your attention, everybody? All of you come over here and gather round. I've got a little surprise brewing for Warren and Toni Sutter, the new members of our little group."
"The Undressed Rehearsal Game!" somebody -Toni thought it was Lois Andrews-suddenly shouted.
"You guessed it!" Shannon yelled back, raising his glass in a toast. "To the Undressed Rehearsal Game!"
There was a chorus of excited seconds to Shannon's proposal, and glasses were raised all around. Toni looked at Warren, and they both shrugged, a little nervously, and then raised their glasses as well as they crowded around Pops Shannon with the others.
The Undressed Rehearsal Game, Toni thought with puzzled but yet intuitive excitement. Now what on earth could that possibly be?
She couldn't wait to find out...
CHAPTER SEVEN
"All right, everybody!" Pops Shannon said with a merry grin lighting his liquor-flushed features. "Let's make a circle and get ready to start."
Obediently, the others formed a large circle, allowing some two feet between one another, in the center of the living room-man, woman, man, woman. Drinks were put down well out of the way, and there were wide smiles on the excited faces of everyone except Warren and Toni, who were looking with tensely expectant gazes at Shannon across the circle from them.
"Now then," Shannon said when the ring was formed to his satisfaction, "you all know how the Undressed Rehearsal Game is played, I trust?" His eyes were sparkling with wicked glee, mischievously alternating between Warren and Toni.
"Well, Steve... " Warren began hesitantly, and then said finally, "Toni and I are pretty new here.
It's the first time either of us have ever heard of this game... "
"Is it now?" said Gina Shannon with mock consternation. "Why, we can't have that. Who'll volunteer to enlighten the Sutters on the nuances of the Undressed Rehearsal Game?"
"I will," came the voice of Geoff Wellman, who was standing between his wife and Gina Shannon. There were giggles from some of the women, and Will Prinsoni snickered lewdly.
Toni felt her. heart pounding with trip-hammer speed in her chest, and her pussy was tingling with the- beginning flow of her lubricating fluid. She knew that this game, whatever it was, could only lead to an evening of... what? She hadn't allowed her mind to consider the potentialities inherent in a party like this, a party of swingers of the magnitude of Steve and Gina Shannon, for the simple reason that she might not have come if she had. There was still inside her vestiges of her old self, paled considerably by the emergence of the new Toni Sutter but nonetheless still alive and with a strong voice which only passion seemed to muffle. And so, knowing this, Toni had-both unwittingly, and by a conscious effort-put such considerations far back in her mind, refusing to dwell on them at all.
Now, however, the voice of her old self was growing loud in her brain, demanding to know what kind of lewd, carnal debaucheries she was allowing herself to be a part of, what new perverse bacchanal the evening held in store for her. And yet, with the advent of that voice, there also came growing arousal-perhaps the weapon of the new Toni Sutter, in order to combat and destroy what remained of the old. Her nipples hardened beneath the black and white sweater she wore (she did not have a bra on), and her pussy continued to flower with the juices of her passion. She caught her breath sharply, standing rigid and waiting for Geoff Wellman's explanation of the Undressed Rehearsal Game...
"It's really quite a simple game," Wellman began, reveling his role of master of ceremonies, for every eye was turned on him now as the others waited breathlessly. "When Pops gives the signal, all of us undress. As quickly as we can, throwing clothes helter-skelter. That's the object: to get completely naked in the least amount of time possible. Pops will be the judge, since he initiated the game himself lo! these many years ago. He'll determine which of us-which man and which woman-were the slowest to shed our garments. Those two are designated as the losers of the game. They then have to pay the penalty for losing, as of course all losers must."
"And... and what's the penalty?" asked Toni in a small, tremulous voice.
"They have to fuck right here on the floor," Wellman said mater-of-factly. "In the middle of the circle, while the rest of us watch."
Toni gasped, and her heart threatened to burst through her chest cavity. Warren paled, then blushed, but his cock seemed to give a quivering little jump in his pants, harden just a little, as if the idea of it excited him tremendously...
Toni thought: I... I can't be a part of such a thing! It's... why, it's monstrous! Evil and wicked, a game for whores and their customers... I can't allow myself to take part, I can't, I can't! Suppose I were to lose? I couldn't just... just lie on the floor there and... and allow one of these strangers to put his penis inside me while everyone watched...
Why can't I?
The thought was so sudden and overpowering that Toni almost staggered from the impact of it on her brain. Why can't I? I'm free now, aren't I? I've done most everything else, haven't I? Why should I draw the line at this? And... yes, I'm becoming more and more aroused... my pussy is tingling and my nipples are hard and I want and need desperately to be fulfilled on this night... The thought of it is exciting, why deny it? Whether I'm the one to lie out there while the others watch, or I'm one of the watchers... The idea is tremendously-God, almost overwhelmingly exciting! The more I think of it, the more thrilling it is...
"Well, my young friends?" Wellman asked in an amused, worldly voice. "What say you? Are you game for the Game?"
Warren looked at Toni, and there passed between them a mute look of love and of conviction to go all the way, now that they had committed themselves. Both knew that the other was excited, and eager, and both respected that and wanted fulfillment and happiness for the other, knowing that they would be together afterward...
"Yes," Warren said slowly. "Yes, we're game, all right."
"Then we won't waste any more time," Pops Shannon said. "I'm going to count backwards from five, and when I reach zero everybody starts stripping. AH ready? Okay-five, four, three, two, one... ZERO!"
The next few seconds were ones of intense confusion, as almost every possible kind of masculine and feminine garment (except such unworn items as girdles and panty hose and nylons) were hurled every which way. There were gleeful shouts and giggles and panting breaths, and Toni found herself tugging and pulling at her sweater and slacks with fumbling eagerness. The fact that she hadn't worn a bra saved her from being the last woman undressed, although she didn't realize it at the time... Warren was equally fumbling, but a tenacity born of being a new member of the group kept him from being the last man...
At last, everyone except Shannon stood nude and breathless. Their eyes were turned upon Shannon, awaiting his judgment as to who the losers were. He smiled slowly, his hands going to his ski pants, and he began to undress with a measured slowness while they watched him, drawing out the drama of his decision to its fullest. Finally, he was as nude as the others. And only then did he announce the "unfortunate" losers.
Lance Bartlett.
And Bonnie Wellman.
There was laughter and shouts, and a red-necked grin from Bartlett. His slender, pale-skinned cock was already hard as he stepped into the circle to meet Bonnie. Her small, high proud breasts, with tiny ruby-red nipples as rigid as his prick, swayed ever so slightly as she moved unashamedly forward. They stood facing one another, grinning, and Toni saw that the pale natural blondeness of the woman's pubic hair was glistening wet with the moisture of her arousal. Toni was breathing harshly by then, her mind awhirl with mounting and seething passion that rendered all else insignificant in her brain. Once more, the arousal of her burning desires effectively fended off the old Toni Sutter, bringing into even stronger prominence the free-spirited new Toni. She stole a glance around the circle, seeing that all of the men had hard-ons, including Warren whose prick seemed to shudder with inner heat. Then her gaze, like the gazes of the others, fastened on the couple in the center of the circle.
Lance Bartlett said, "Well, sweet Bonnie baby, it looks like you and me, doesn't it?"
Bonnie ran her hands sensuously up and down her smooth, pale-ivory, almost translucent flesh. She moistened her lips provocatively. "So it does, Lance," she admitted. "How do you want to do it? Your wish is my command... "
"I'll lie on my back," Bartlett said hoarsely. "You get on top."
"Whatever you say, fellow loser... "
The others watched with passion-gazed eyes as the blond ski instructor lay prone on the floor with his cock standing straight up like some quivering battle standard. Bonnie Wellman moved astraddle him, her thighs clenching his waist, her petal-like, flowered cunt poised above his great rod as she reached down to hold it steady. To Toni's eyes, the two blond people on the floor looked like perfect specimens of the Aryan race about to partake of a great pagan religious ceremony in some exquisite temple...
"Now, honey, now!" Goeff Wellman suddenly shouted from the ring of faces. "Fuck down your pussy on his cock right now!"
And Bonnie Wellman obeyed her husband's command, levering herself down hard to drive Bartlett's long hard cock far up into her soft, warm pussy. She emitted a low wail of pleasure-pain, her face contorting with lust and little beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead. Bartlett reached up to grasp her waist, raising her up so that just the head of his cock was imbedded in the soft, sweet lips of hair-fringed cunt-then drove her down harshly as he flexed his buttocks off the rug in an upward thrust. Bonnie moaned again, her eyes squeezed tightly shut now and her mouth open in desire. Then, using her knees as leverage, she began to slide up and down Lance's turgid pole with slow, expert strokes.
"That's it, Bonnie, that's it!" Prinsoni shouted with passion-crazed excitement, taking the hand of his wife Elaine and placing it around his long, thick, blue-veined cock. "Ride that pecker, girl!"
"Oooo, I wish that was me out there," Gina Shannon whispered heatedly.
"It will be, soon enough," Warren shouted, irrefutably feeling the intense electrical heat which filled the room at that moment.
Elaine Prinsoni released her husband's prick, after giving it a wifely squeeze, and stepped over to Warren. She looked at him briefly, her olive-skinned breasts with their large dark aureoles and rigid nipples taut on her chest, then her eyes returned to the wildly undulating couple on the floor. But her hand dipped down, cupping his sperm-leaden balls in her small palm and rubbing them gently. His arm went around her and found one firm tits and squeezed it possessively, forefinger caressing the nipple.
The other naked forms in the ring were slipping down onto the floor now, never losing sight of Bonnie and Lance performing lewdly before them.
They were pairing off as they did so. Elaine was with Warren, and Will Prinsoni went to where Gina Shannon was kneeling on the rug and began to rub his already palpitating cock along her right cheek and around across her lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue came out reflexively to lick the hardened rod while her veiled eyes watched Bonnie and Lance. Geoff Wellman gathered Lois Andrews into his arms, his right middle finger dip- ping between her slender, alabaster legs and entering the wet warmth of her vaginal tunnel while one of her long, tapered fingers curled around his body and found his anus. She toyed with it for a moment, then the nail flicked inside the tiny, puckered nether ring-then her finger to the first joint, then all the way to her palm as Wellman cried out at the same time in pain and rapture.
Pops Shannon crossed the floor to where Toni had sunk onto her right hip with her legs splayed out to the side, watching the whole carnal sight unfolding before her with mesmeric fascination. Shannon held his slowly rising penis in his right hand, stroking it lightly as he sat down beside Toni. With his other hand, he found her succulent left breast and caressed it easily, familiarly, tweaking the nipple. Toni leaned against his hard-muscled body gratefully, the contact of his hand on her breast making her shudder, her pussy afire with seething, churning desire. God, she had never dreamed anything could be like this! She had never dreamed people were this base, this physical, to seek pleasure in such an orgastic manner-that an actual orgy such as this really could really take place in modern society. But was it bad? Was it evil and wrong? No, no, not if it made you feel this way, if it kindled your emotional fires so white-hot that you thought you would go mad from the intensity and from the need for release...
She felt Shannon's lips on her breast now, licking and suckling the nipple, then trailing down over her belly, pausing to flick into the creamy indentation of her navel before moving" to her down-soft, raven black pubic triangle. She spread out prone, her legs opening, knowing that Pops was about to kiss her pussy and trembling violently with the expectancy of it, her head turned so that her eyes saw once again Bartlett and Bonnie Wellman in the middle of the collapsed ring of naked flesh...
The young blonde rode the ski instructor's hammering cock thrust far up into her belly as if it was a wild, untamable stallion and she a cowboy who never gave up. She hurtled herself up and down his great shaft, her hips gyrating with fantastic speed, her hands kneading and manipulating her own breasts while his dug mercilessly into the soft ivory flesh of her flanks and grinding buttocks. Her long blonde tresses swirled like threads of golden silk around her flailing head, and she made little mewling sounds deep in her throat, totally abandoned now...
Will Prinsoni had raised Gina Shannon on her knees, facing away from him, and now he guided his trembling penis to the glistening, waiting hole of her womanhood, teasing the bloated head inside the soft, tender cunt lips. Then, almost brutally, he levered forward to drive his cudgel far into the belly of Shannon's voluptuous wife. She cried out in total submission, beginning to buffet back crazily against Prinsoni's heaving pelvis. His hands reached under to cup her full, swaying breasts and knead them as if they were the teats of a diary cow and he was the milker.
Redheaded Lois Andrews was lying facing the center of the ring, stretched full length, and Geoff Wellman was stretched out behind her. One of his hands was caressing her tits while the other, finger extended, was fucking rhythmically into her soft, wet cunt. His great cock was jammed far into the hidden depths of her straining rectum, and his loins worked feverishly as he pumped into her while they watched his wife and Lance Bartlett fucking less than three feet away...
Elaine Prinsoni straddled Warren in the classic sixty-nine position, her legs splayed wide over his shoulders and her moist-lipped, hair-fringed cunt lowered over his sheened, eagerly working face and tongue. Her head and mouth were moving slavishly up and down his rigid cock, holding its base in one small, delicate hand as she sucked and licked him with little crooning sounds of delight. She used her other hand to stroke and manipulate his balls, squeezing the heavy scrotum convulsively but yet tenderly, and Warren had his fingers dipped into the darkened crevice of her perfectly formed buttocks to spread them and her naked cuntal slit wide for his insatiable tongue...
The pressure of the passion and lust building inside Toni was immense now as she saw, separately and in a montage-like blur, the carnal acts of the flesh which were being performed all around her. The heady, musky, overpowering scent of love assailed her nostrils like an aphrodisiac, and the deliciously enticing moanings and waitings of desire filled her ears in an impossibly sweet symphony. Yes, she thought mesmerically, I'm going to go mad, so mad, if I don't have an orgasm soon to release all these wondrous feelings tearing me apart inside... Oh God, Pops, hurry and kiss my pussy, suck me into orgasm, hurry, hurry, hurry!
But the experienced Pops Shannon took his time, his kisses circling all around the contracting, love-drenched hole of lust which was the young wife's now insatiable cunt. He trailed his fiery lips and tongue through her sweat-slick pubic hair and over the velvety surface of her inner thighs. Her hands wrapped tightly in his hair, trying to guide his head to her waiting furrow, but he resisted with a playful but fleeting nip at the oscillating bud of her blood-red clitoris-resisted only momentarily, for she began to cry out like a child in the throes of a terrible nightmare, again and again, and he realized her great need. When he did, he opened his mouth wide, extending his long, wet tongue, and then ground his lips down hard on her satin-soft cunt petals with his lingual member worming far up into her pungent, moist vagina in the ultimate French kiss.
"Ooooooooooaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" screamed Toni in grateful surrender and excruciating bliss. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Her body arched and bucked wildly under his searching tongue and mouth, and she lifted her legs high, locking her ankles back behind his neck and imprisoning his head between her trembling thighs. Her hips moved abandonedly in the motion of copulation, fucking his tongue faster and faster, fucking it wildly, her ass cheeks gyrating with impossible fervor. Her hands in his hair tried to push his head and his molten tongue deeper into her screaming pussy, as if attempting to make them one, or to consume them completely.
Shannon lashed furiously into her moist trembling slit, his hands slipping up over her belly to her full firm tits, cupping and squeezing them almost brutally while his mouth and tongue continued the wet assault down between her open thighs. Then he located the quivering button of her clit, and she whined sharply with lust-pain as he took the tiny tip between his teeth, holding it there, and began to run the end of his tongue round and round it in continuous circles. Her head flailed in total subjugation from side to side, and Shannon opened his mouth yet wider, moving his tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of her vagina once more. And again, he began to orally fuck her, harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding his hot, hard, wet tongue up into her dilated, clasping cuntal channel, listening to her mewling, whimpering sounds of passion as he swirled and flicked his member around the velvet-like inner walls of her pulsatingly soft cunt...
Bonnie Wellman, in the middle of the loose circle, seemed to be a dervish of motion as she flashed her clasping, kneading pussy up and down the thundering piston of Lance Bartlett. She was pinching her nipples painfully now to heighten the tremendous desire in her loins, and her head was thrown back like a contortionist's with the muscles of her slim throat stretched taut. Bartlett had his hands hooked with one palm on each inner thigh, on either side of his hammering cock, manipulating the soft wet flesh as she drove down harder on him. It wouldn't be long for either of them...
The humping form of Will Prinsoni, fucking gleefully into Gina Shannon from arrears, seemed likewise a wild dervish of motion. His buttocks flashed with demon-like speed as he sent his lust-hardened cock crashing like a ramrod into the voluptuous woman's churning, twisting cunt. He was shouting incoherently as he did so, and Gina buffeted back with practiced expertise and abandoned lust, reaching back to tickle and stroke the swinging sac of his bloated burgeoning balls as they swung below. Over and over she kept repeating in a drugged voice, "Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it Willlllllllllll!"
Geoff Wellman's finger in the cunt of Lois Andrews, and his cock buried far into the depths of her bowels, seemed perfectly attuned as he fucked her rectum with rhythmic ease. Her eyes were glassy from the tremendous sensations overpowering her and it was now only moments before her climax hit. Every muscles and fiber in her sinuous body was working for that goal, working desperately for it, and her sheened, bucking form was a quivering mass of jiggling flesh as a result. Well-man's tongue kept flicking spasmodically into her ear, trailing saliva, as he, too, sought his release...
The ovaled lips of Elaine Prinsoni were sending Warren on a roller coaster ride of rapture as she sawed with nibbling, licking grace the fleshy expanse of his swollen prick: He heaved up in mindless captivation, thudding his loins mercilessly into her intense, sweet young face while his own mouth lapped the ambrosial juices of her tender, flowing pussy. His balls in her stroking, kneading hand were like two balloons filled to the bursting point, and that ultimate point was only seconds away...
Toni was crooning insensibly with animal pleasure now as Pops Shannon continued to mouth and tongue her sweating, liquid furrow. And then, as her buttocks jerked and spasmed beneath his plunging poker of a tongue, he drew the probe out and drew it licking downward to the secret, tiny withered ring of her upturned anus. She sucked in her breath in a gulping, shuddering swallow, flinging her loins up at him as hard as she could as he brought his tongue into seething wet contact with the forbidden opening, thrusting it into the tight, elastic little hole, splitting it wide to accept his phallic member. Toni's body quivered uncontrollably, even more so than it had been, beneath the overpowering assault, and her body was paroxysming furiously with torrent after torrent of sensual pleasure.
Shannon licked and sucked and drove his tongue into her tight clenched asshole, reveling in the abandoned gyrations of her lust-controlled body. Harder and harder did he drive his wet, hard probe into her anal passage, tasting each pucker in its surface, his teeth scraping the smooth velvety surface of her buttocks and the moist, warm softness of her lusting slit. Then, abruptly, he drew his tongue out of her rectum and returned his mouth to her saliva-drenched loins and the downy soft hairs fringing her pulsing cunt lips. He mashed his lips down on them once again, resuming his labor there in tune to Toni's cries of mindless enrapturement...
And then, suddenly, an ear-piercing wail came from the contorted lips of the beautiful Bonnie Wellman. She seemed to freeze on the impaling rod of Lance Bartlett, remain immobile with his great cudgel buried far up into her belly for a single instants-then she began to flash up and down his cock with disbelieving motions, screaming out: "I'm... I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cum... cum... cummmmiiinnnnggggggggg!"
"Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, meeee toooooo!" howled Bartlett, heaving up to meet her every downstroke as the first hot needle-like spurts of his sticky white sperm jetted into her tightly-gripping cunt, to mingle with the enveloping juices of her orgasm and flow out around his wildly jerking rod. The fluid made pools of glistening wetness on his belly, and on the rug beneath his churning hips, and Bonnie almost squeezed blood from her own nipples in the mindless throes of her fantastic climax...
It was as if the cumming of the "losers," displayed there so wantonly in the middle of them all, triggered the spiraling releases of the other madly undulating couples in the sex-hot room. Will Prinsoni emitted a low, almost mournful howl and began to ejaculate great streams of his billowing semen into the waiting pussy of Gina Shannon, while she in turn felt the fires of her own lust reach their apex and begin to rage out of control. "Cum, cum, cum, cum," she urged Prinsoni needlessly, for he was emptying his testicles with incredible and inundating rapidity.
"Eeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" Lois Andrews suddenly screamed as she reached, in one blinding instant, the orgasm she had been striving so hard for. Her body bucked and twisted and heaved against Geoff Wellman's invading finger and cock, and then his testicles were flooding her rectal passage with his burning hot seed and his finger was receiving a warm, sweet flow of her cuntal juices as it fucked voraciously in and out of her pussy.
And Elaine Prinsoni's hot, soft, artistic mouth and kneading hands then took their toll on Warren, and he moaned crazily as the first geyser of his load erupted through his cock's glans eye and flooded deep into the back of her throat. Suck it suckiiitttt!" he gurgled into her tender cunt, and he used his teeth and his tongue on her pussy to make her cum with him as she hungrily milked his balls of his sexual juices. Her mouth bloated and contracted, and her Adam's Apple pumped madly to drink down every last drop of his delicious semen-and then her eyes seemed to roll up in her head as her own climax hit with blinding intensity. Her hips flailed and churned down onto Warren's contorted face, and they sucked and swallowed the fluids of one another's mutual and satisfying release...
Dimly, through desire-fogged ears, Toni heard the moans and wails and pants which designated the climaxes of the others involved in this fantastic group orgy. And she thought: Me too, oh God me too, meee tttooo! I want to cum, I want to cum, Pops make me cum, if I don't cum I'll go insane I know it, I know, make me ccuuummmmm!
She writhed and squirmed beneath the insanely licking tongue of the older man. Her head continued to flail like a broken puppet's, and she ground her naked loins up into Shannon's lusting face and tongue as if she wished with her very essence to consume it there. The tremendous billows of her gathering orgasm were rising, rising, rising, almost there, almost cresting ... almost ... almost....
Shannon reached below his questing face then, with his right hand, and found the sweat-and saliva-slick opening of her anus. He teased it a moment with the nail, then inserted the tip inside the quivering, contracting nether ring. Then, almost brutally, he rammed the entire digit up to his palm into the smooth brown passage, wiggling it around inside as he did so to feel every ridge within the depths of this woman whom he had so completely subjugated. Toni screamed with the sudden pain, the sudden pain that almost at once became intense ecstasy, and then- And then she came!
Her legs jackknifed straight up into the air, became as rigid as in rigor mortis, and a thin, keening, almost half-human wail erupted from her throat. Her hands in Shannon's hair drew him still deeper into her open loins as her pussy juices began to flow from her wide-spread cunt, inundating Shannon's face and tongue with sweetness, flowing down along her tortured rectum with his finger still buried there to pool in fragrant stickiness on the rug beneath their face to loins locked bodies. She screamed again and again, still cumming, cumming, cumming...
Then, at last, her legs lost their rigidity and splayed out wide and fell heavily onto the carpet. Her head rolled to one side with her eyes wide open, and breath spewed raggedly from between her pink, soft lips. Shannon lifted himself onto his knees, grinning down at her, the juices of her orgasm making his face and his mouth glisten wetly in the room's soft light. "Well, my dear Toni?" he asked softly. "How did you like that?"
"Oh... oh God, Pops... " she managed hoarsely. "It... it was beautiful... " She was still floating and drifting, and her descent from the heights was far from being complete. The impact of her cumming was still strong on her brain.
"And what did you think of the Undressed Rehearsal Game, Toni?" asked Shannon, pleased in spite of his knowledge of his own prowess.
"I... I liked it!"
"I thought you would, honey," Shannon said. "And this is only the beginning, you know, of the evening's festivities... "
Only the beginning, Toni thought drowsily, satiatedly. Only the beginning. Yes, this evening is going to be the finest one, one of my life, for at its close the old Toni Sutter will be dead and gone and long-buried-and the new Toni Sutter will be forever inviolate.
Only the beginning...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Toni lay resting for a long while, luxuriating in the aftermath of her splendid cumming by the mouth of Pops Shannon, cradling his head on her lower belly and thinking how truly wonderful it was to be a free and emancipated woman. The room was silent around her for a time, and then there were stirrings here and there and some of the actors in this orgiastic play began to take new roles.
Toni watched as Lance Bartlett crawled over to where Gina Shannon lay stretched out on her stomach, his glistening cock half-erect with newfound passion. He placed a hand on one of her smooth, curving buttocks and began to caress it tenderly. She turned her head, looking sleepily at him, and then smiled and rolled over. Bartlett lay down beside her and began to kiss and lick one of her ripe, full tits, while Gina toyed with his prick to bring it into rigid erection once again.
Smiling as if with some secret inner peace, Toni observed the rekindling of their passions for a moment, then found that she had to relieve herself. Tenderly, she raised Pops' leonine head from her belly and-soporifically gained her feet. She stood there for a brief time, swaying ever so slightly, looking down at the supine form of the man she loved, her husband Warren. He lay as if sleeping, his head turned to one side and his eyes closed, his right arm around the shoulders of Elaine Prinsoni. Elaine was curled into a tight little ball, like a contented kitten, her head resting on his hirsute chest and smiling a similar smile to that of Toni's. Warren's cock was cradled in the spent hammock of his testicles, and looked to his young wife as if it were a very fragile, very beautiful sculpture which had to be handled with the utmost of care, even though she knew and pined for the angry hardness of it inside her belly and the intense pleasure it could give.
I love you, my darling Warren, she thought. I love you more than I love life itself, and now we'll be together always. When we make love after this party reaches its culmination, it will be for both of us the finest hour of our lives-but only the first of many, many such finest hours...
Toni touched him gently, tenderly, with her big toe and he opened his eyes and saw her and smiled with the same light of love which was in her eyes. His lips formed the words, "I love you", and then his eyes closed again. Toni, feeling tranquil and fulfilled, moved off toward the bathroom.
She found that the one in the Shannon's room was occupied, and decided to use the facilities in hers and Warren's room. She went there, relieved herself, washed her hands and fluffed her touseled hair absently in the mirror, her eyes wandering without vanity over the perfect curves of her darkly-tanned body.
When she came out of the bathroom, Will Prinsoni was standing there with his thick, blue-veined cock at full erection.
His swarthy Italian features were split in a wide smile, and in his eyes was a smoldering fire. "Hello, Toni Sutter," he said softly, coming toward her across the bedroom carpet to stand inches away, the already-lubricated head of his great cock almost but not quite touching the velveteen softness of her belly.
Her eyes lowered to the throbbing head of his prick as if drawn there by some unseen magnetism, and she moistened her lips. Beautiful cock, she thought, beautiful cock like Pops' and Warren's and Lance's...
"Hello, Will," she murmured, tightening the muscles of her chest so that her ruby-tipped breasts were tautly upthrust on her proud, silken chest. She could feel the first tentative stirrings of a new arousal in her loins, and the tender walls of her cunt began to seep forth new secretions. Her nipples hardened into diamond chips, and she thought: I want him, I want Will Prinsoni and his big stiff penis... Pops was right, what happened a few moments ago was only the beginning...
Prinsoni reached out a careless, gentle hand and stroked one of her tits with the tips of his fingers. She shivered. He traced a pattern from one breast to the other with his fingertips, then moved them down over her flat, planed stomach to the still-damp triangle of her pubic mound. As he did so, he leaned slightly forward so that the unseeing eye in his cockhead was pressed firmly into the indentation of her navel. Again, she shuddered-more violently this time. Prinsoni's eyes never left her face; they seemed to glitter with some inner power, like the eyes of a hypnotist's.
Toni's cunt had flowered wide with the juices of her renewed passion, and her eyes were locked irrevocably with Prinsoni's, making her a willing slave to his slightest whim. His finger was moving insinuatingly up and down the wet, warm furrow of her pussy now, slowly, slowly, stoking the fires in the young wife to blazing magnitude once again.
"Would you like to suck me, Toni?" Prinsoni asked very quietly, his finger moving slowly, his cock still pressed into her navel like a firebrand. "Would you like to take my hard, long penis inside your mouth and suck me and suck me and suck me until I cum?"
A third time Toni shuddered, much more violently now, and her mouth opened and she said, "Yes, Will, yes I'd like to suck you. Oh yes, Will, I would! I want to, Will! I want to suck your cock!"
Prinsoni smiled casually and put both hands then on her hips, drawing her down onto the soft carpeting at the foot of the bed. "Right here on the floor," he whispered. "Right here where we have plenty of room to stretch out."
His hypnotic words were soft and caressing in her ears. She could do nothing but obey, obey... "Whatever you say, Will... "
Then they were kneeling on the rug, and Prinsoni leaned forward, still holding her hips in his hands, and kissed her. Her mouth opened and she accepted his tongue eagerly, sucking on it madly in a preview of what it would be like when she took his prick between her soft pink lips. Prinsoni's breath began to spew jaggedly from his nostrils, and after a moment he broke the kiss and stretched out on his back with his legs spread wide and his huge, throbbing cock standing straight up into the air from his hirsute loins. Gently, he guided Toni to the kneeling position between his legs, his hands stroking her raven hair and she assumed the position he wished her to take. Her soft, moist mouth was poised above his trembling tumescence now, and her glazed eyes stared at the staff as if it was some incredibly beautiful monument almost too worthy of her attentions.
Her lips parted expectantly, and her feasting mouth lowered, and her moistened tongue came into view. Her left hand came up to tenderly stroke his scrotum, heavy with his new load of cum. She massaged the base of his now gently jerking prick, encircled it in her hand-and suddenly her head darted down and her moist, famished mouth seized what it wanted and needed so desperately, the only nourishment it cared about at that single, ecstatic moment.
Toni began to suck Will Prinsoni .slowly, agonizingly, maddeningly, running her tongue wetly around and around the sticky, lubricated head and licking the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit of the moist gland until she could feel it throbbing as if it had a life of its own and would gush forth at any second a great, never-ending fountain of creamy white cum.
Her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the tree-stump-like shaft of flesh now, sucking harder, her tongue swirling faster, and Prinsoni's buttocks twisted wildly on the carpet. His hands tightened into fists in her silken tresses, pushing her head down hard over his gigantic column. Toni could feel its dripping head batter against the back of her throat, but she made no move to alleviate the intense ramming pressure there, allowing her lips to suckle maddeningly, convoluting as she strove to draw the very essence of his being along the passage of his great, purplish, monstrous weapon.
So intent was she upon her task that Toni was completely unaware of the entrance of Geoff Wellman into the bedroom. Wellman stood watching them for a moment, grinning obscenely, holding his own fully erect, palpitating prick tightly in the fingers of his right hand. The sight of the beautiful raven-haired young wife sucking Will Prinsoni's cock was incredibly exciting to Wellman, and after a moment he knew that he had to have her mouth on his cock, too. He needed it desperately! He dropped onto his knees beside the jerking couple, then lay down on his back beside Prinsoni, holding his prick rigidly between thumb and forefinger. He whispered hungrily, "Suck me, too, Toni! Suck me like you're sucking Will right now!"
Toni's eyes flew open, grew wide as she saw the supine form of Geoff Wellman with his turgid cock jutting upward. She hadn't been aware of him at all... Her lips released Prinsoni's penis, and she swallowed hard in confusion. "What... what...?" she stammered.
"Suck me!" Wellman commanded. "Suck us both! Will doesn't mind, do you, Will?"
"Not at all," Prinsoni said pantingly. "Go ahead, Toni my sweet. You can suck us both at the same time, alternately."
"Think of it, Toni," Wellman said softly. 'Think of the taste of two different male organs almost simultaneously in your mouth. Think of the thrill of it, Toni... "
No, no! Toni's brain rebelled. No, I can't do that, I can't... but God, the idea of it is exciting, just as Geoff says. It's deliciously wickedly thrilling!
"Yes!" she suddenly moaned wildly, captivated. "Yes, yes, yesyessssssssss! I want to suck you both, suck both your cocks! I want to, yes yes yes!"
Dimly, through a passion-spawned miasma of fiery heat, Toni felt strong arms guiding her body, strong hands squeezing and kneading her breasts, her ass cheeks, her cunt, her thighs. Prinsoni and Wellman positioned her between their bodies, keeping their own legs tight against her kneeling calves. They took her hands and placed them one on each of their throbbing swollen penises while they continued to stroke and caress her moist, fevered flesh.
"Now!" Prinsoni commanded softly. "Now, Toni my sweet!"
"Now, now, now!" Wellman echoed.
And Toni commenced. Her head darted to the left and down and hovered over Wellman's quivering shaft, not because she preferred it or because of any conscious choice, but simply because that Was the direction her head seemed to fall. She seized the lust-bloated head between her sharp white little teeth, began to nip at it tantalizingly while she swirled and eddied her hot, soft tongue round and round the drooling split in the glans. Well-man moaned ecstatically, levering his buttocks up off the rug and driving his cudgel between her sucking lips and far back into her throat, almost gagging her. She sucked him eagerly, voraciously, for a long moment, her tongue like a fiery lash of pleasure-giving heat all around his muscled penis-and then she withdrew her mouth completely from his cock. She found a sudden perverse pleasure in the anguished wail which escaped his lips, and she felt a new emotion enter her body and brain at that moment; it was one of power. These two men were at her mercy, she knew that; she dictated the extent of their pleasure, by how long she sucked each one before stopping and moving to the other! It was a giddy, dizzying kind of power and it served to heighten immeasurably her own churning, seething desires.
Her head went to the right and her lips closed over Prinsoni's rod once more, nibbling and licking the glans as she had Wellman's with her left She sucked him with growing expertise, reveling in the feel of two sets of sperm-bloated testicles in her hands, two huge cocks in her hands and in her mouth almost at once... God, nothing had ever been this mind-blowingly free and good! She was awhirl inside, as if all the atoms of her being had split apart from one another and were tumbling and tossing in billowing heat within her contorting body.
Then she ceased her sucking of Prinsoni's cock, let it slide from her mouth, and drew back. She stared with lust-fevered eyes at the two men who lay with twisted features and tightly closed eyes before her-stared at the two shafts which she held gripped in her small, moist hands. Which is the bigger? she thought mesmerically. Which is the bigger prick? Not that I really care, for both are huge and immense and fantastic! They are the biggest pricks in the whole wide world, these two...
Slavishly, her head darted back to Wellman's upthrusting organ and her butter-soft mouth closed over it as she kneaded and manipulated his balls. Almost immediately, with that sense of complete power, she released it again and seized Prinsoni's cock once more-released it, too. Her head began to move quickly from side to side, like a spectator at a tennis match, her extended tongue licking each of the two penises in turn, torturing the two writhing men who lay before -her. She laved at Wellman's cock from base to tip, did the same to Prinsoni's; she licked and nibbled and sucked Wellman's bloated scrotum, did the same to Prinsoni's. She worked faster and faster between the two palpitating rods, as if compelled to increase her movements by some hidden marionette strings manipulating her actions.
Licking and sucking and kissing and teasing the two huge pricks in unabashed, mindless enchantment...
* * *
Almost asleep in a relaxed state of torpor, Warren felt warm, soft lips begin to move along his inner thigh and then a hot, wet tongue lick experimentally at the flaccid expanse of his cock. He opened his eyes, and saw the smiling, amused face of Elaine Prinsoni. "I thought that would wake you up," she said, caressing his balls with her hand. His prick stirred, began to come awake as he was now awake. "Would you like me to suck you again, Warren dear? I simply love to suck cock!"
"I can believe that, all right!" Warren grinned.
Elaine laughed musically. "Well?"
"Sounds like a good idea... "
"Oh no you don't, Sutter!" said the voice of Pops Shannon, who slithered across the rug to sit next to Elaine. He was smiling hugely. "It's my turn to have Elaine's talented lips work their wonder. She's going to suck my cock for awhile."
Elaine looked at him eagerly. "Why, Pops dear, I didn't think you cared."
"Goddamned right I do! Look at my prick, will you, Elaine? It's fairly hammering for you."
She stared at his fully erect, purplish-headed penis and quivered deliriously. "So it is, Pops, so it is!"
"I bow to a cock in need," laughed Warren. "She's all yours, Shannon."
With a little crooning sound, her eyes shining brightly, Elaine Prinsoni lowered her head and took Pops Shannon's turgid shaft between her ovaled lips...
Warren looked around the room, his own cock now restlessly erect. Damn, but the atmosphere of a party like this made a veritable goddamned satyr out of a man! He was just as horny now as he had been before Elaine had blown him, and he had sucked her cunt. He saw Lance Bartlett lying between the wide-splayed legs of Gina Shannon on the far side of the room, running his tongue hotly round and round the blonde's succulent little asshole while she mewled in rapture. He saw Bonnie Wellman, incredibly enough, lying in the embrace of the redheaded Lois Andrews, their tongues sliding in and out of one another's mouths as they masturbated one another With slender, feverish fingers.
He didn't see his wife Toni, and he didn't see Will Prinsoni or Geoff Wellman.
Frowning slightly, Warren got shakily to his feet. His eyes lingered on the two women embracing one another, and the lascivious sight of their lesbianistic actions caused his penis to throb with increasing intensity. Then, wondering where Toni had gotten off to, he wandered toward the connecting door between the two rooms.
He heard the hot, moaning sounds of ecstasy coming from his and Toni's bedroom as soon as he stepped through the connecting door. He crossed the living room, stepped into the open doorway to the bedroom-and froze.
"Holy Jesus Christ!" he whispered softly in awe.
What he saw made his eyes bulge wide in shocked disbelief, and at the same time made his cock grow to its fullest trembling erectness. A sharp pain of overwhelming lust shot through his groin and into his belly, and his testicles began to pound with the need for imminent release.
It was Toni, his sweet lovely wife Toni, and she was sucking off both Will Prinsoni and Geoff Wellman at the same time!
He stared in horrified, carnal fascination at his wife's wildly swirling head and extended tongue as she licked first one penis, then the other. She had one in either hand, bent inward so that her head would have a shorter distance to travel with each exchange, and she seemed to give them both equal attention. As he watched, her perfectly ovaled lips closed over Prinsoni's palpitating cock and sucked slavishly at it for a long moment, then released it in favor of Wellman's-only to repeat the process again and again. The room was filled with lewd, cacophonous sucking sounds and there were pools of saliva on the loins of both men from his wife's rapacious attentions.
I don't believe it! Warren thought dazedly. My God, I just don't believe such a thing can be happening! My own wife! My own little Toni, who no more than a week ago was unable to respond to the simplest, Western style of love-making... And here she is, sucking the cocks of two perfect strangers at the same time! It's... sick and impossibly debauched, and yet it's also incredibly exciting... Jesus, my prick feels like it's going to explode, shatter into a thousand fragments like a piece of glass or an ice crystal...
The more he stared in lewd fascination at the lascivious sight before his bulging eyes, the more intensely aroused Warren became. And then his gaze locked on the sensuously undulating moons of his wife's tender young buttocks, at the puckered brown anus winking so tantalizingly there, at the moist, secreting, hair-fringed furrow of her cunt nestled between her convulsing thighs as she sucked hungrily at the two strange men's cocks. He stared at them, those buttocks of the woman who was bonded to him in marriage-the asshole and the cunt of that woman-and suddenly he knew that he had to join in this impossible carnal scene, had to become a part of this fantastic rape of his wife Toni. He had to fuck her! Yes, yes, that was it!
He had to fuck her in the cunt, while he shoved his finger all the way up her asshole!
Breathing and panting like a bull, his fingers clenching around the circumference of his throbbing, pulsating cock, Warren moved across the bedroom carpet...
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth Toni's head flashed with crazed speed, savoring the twin fleshy rods of desire which she held gripped in her hot, soft hands. She couldn't get enough of them... if she could take them both into her mouth at the same time she would have, stuffed her mouth full of cock until they ejaculated as one into her throat and belly! Never had anything been this kaleidoscopically inflaming to her senses...
"Toni, do you hear me?" a voice suddenly said behind her. "Do you hear me, Toni? This is Warren, this is your husband Warren. I'm going to fuck you, Toni! I'm going to fuck your cunt while you're sucking Will and Geoff, Toni! I'm going to fuck your cunt and shove my finger all the way up into your bowels! Do you hear me, Toni... "
Warren! Her husband's name flashed through the lust-fog which swirled and roiled into Toni's seething brain. Warren was here, watching her, watching her perform simultaneous fellatio on these two men, watching her and... yes, yes, being aroused by it! He wanted to have her, make love to her at this moment, fuck her and finger her at the same time, take her completely...
She began to tremble with still more lust-fire, for the very concept of her husband being present inside her body with his penis and his finger at the same moment she was sucking Wellman and Prinsoni, was tenfold more exciting than latter reality. She drew back from Prinsoni's loins, turning her head. "Yes!" she moaned almost incoherently. "Yes, my darling Warren, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck my cunt while you finger my asshole! Do me, Warren my sweet love, do me, fuck me, make me cum like I've never cum before!"
With a groan of sheer animal lust, Warren stepped forward and Toni felt his hard, muscled hands draw the quivering moons of her upthrust ass cheeks wide apart. He knelt behind her, lowering his head to briefly kiss each perfect globe, and then his feverish cock was being drawn along her passion-drenched furrow and poised at the entrance to her slightly pulsating vagina. She moaned and mewled, endeavoring to lunge back against his throbbing masculinity, but he restrained her; it was his moment of power, his choice as to the time he would take her.
He used his index finger to toy at the winking nether ring of her puckered brown anus, stretching the elastic opening wide and wiggling just a little way inside. She mewled again, and then he sank it to the first knuckle almost brutally, at the same time inserting just the palpitating head of his swollen penis between her velvet soft, eagerly trembling cuntal lips. She wailed and moaned, begging him with babbling, child-like words to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her.
And suddenly, with a cry of agonized pleasure, Warren did just that.
He fucked her-his finger and his cock were rammed forward savagely at the exact same instant, his finger soaring to the palm in the warm, brown, forbidden depths of her tightly puckered anus and his great rod of palpitating flesh thundering to its hilt in the sweet, hot channel of her pussy. Pain and pleasure, rolling in one billowing cloud throughout her naked body, made Toni cry out in beautiful agony at this magnificent assault upon her defenseless loins by the man she loved.
"AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH-HH!"
She began to roll and fling her buttocks back against the two parallel shafts, feeling them deep in her belly and in her bowels. Then, with a frenzy unsurpassed by any other, she returned to the task of sucking orgasm from the two pricks in her tiny little hands. Prinsoni. and Wellman turned their bodies convulsively toward her, sensing the urgency, the great driving need, in the lust-fevered young wife and wanting to release their own huge buildups of semen. By doing this, they enabled Toni to hold both their cocks against her lips, to lick the lubricated glans of both with one fiery sweep of her moist, velveteen tongue.
Around and around the monstrous swords Toni swirled her maddening tongue as Warren triumphantly fucked into her with long, looping strokes of his lust-swollen cock. His finger ramming into her rectal passage was savage, as if it were seeking vengeance on her asshole for some inexplicable misdeed. She was crooning and gurgling like a woman gone totally and irrevocably insane as she licked and sucked the two cocks, as she heaved with impossible gyrations and rotations back against her husband's invading digit and penis.
Soon now, soon now... she thought mindlessly, soullessly, beatifically. Soon three cocks will cum inside and outside of me, spewing their loads of hot white sticky seed into my belly and into my throat, inundating my face and neck and hands, consuming me, drowning me, in the most wondrous liquid of all... Oooooooh, God, I never dreamed anything could be like this! Hurry, cocks, hurry! Cum... cum... cum and make me cum with youuuuuuuu!
Behind her, Warren was being driven progressively wilder by the lascivious sight of his beauteous young wife suckling the two masculine members. His burrowing strokes were taking on sadistic proportions into her cunt, and his finger was like a white-hot poker in the recesses of her bowels. His balls smacked with machine-gun rapidity against her sweating, well-lubricated furrow as he flexed and hammered his loins against his wife's swirling ass cheeks. He began to chant almost incoherently, "Got to fuck you harder, got to fuck you harder, got to fuck you harder... "
Yes, yes, yesssssss! Toni thought crazily. Fuck me harder, my sweet, fuck me harder so you can cum and I can cum and these other two men can cum...
Prinsoni's hands came up in a convulsive grasp and his fingers curled in Toni's flaying raven hair. He began to rotate her head with its fiery tongue from side to side across the burning head of his cock, and of Wellman's, and Wellman reached down to grasp and squeeze her swinging tits as he raised the upper portion of his body reflexively off the carpet, his eyes glazed with his impending climax.
"Oh Jesus, I'm almost there!" he howled. "I'm almost ready to blow my wad! Oh suck me, succkkkkk meeeeeeeee!"
"Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Prinsoni bayed in mindless agreement, for he, too, was rapidly approaching the moment of his great eruption.
Warren drew his rigid monster out just a little from his wife's palpitating cuntal slit, watching with lust-bated breath as the wet glistening base appeared before his eyes. He moaned as he saw the glans still sunk between the wide, tight-stretched oval opening, and then thrust harshly forward again, his breath feverishly expelling from his contracting lungs like the breath of some satyr-like beast on Toni's tingling, hollowed back. A gasp of total abandoned lust rended from his throat, and he began sawing insanely in and out of her warm clasping channel once more, while his finger thudded into her rectum in time to the pistonings of his cock.
And Toni buffeted back against his invader like a rutting bitch dog in heat, harder and faster, harder and faster as her tongue licked columns of swelling heat across the twin cocks in her grasp. Her fingers were convulsive talons of fire splayed on the balls of Prinsoni and Wellman as she bent their swelling rods to her face, and her breasts were as swollen in Wellman's fingers as were his testicles.
Cum, she begged them, all of them. Cum, my darlings, all of you, cumcumcumcumcumcum-mmmmmmmmmmm!
Suddenly then, as if they had somehow heard and understood her mute, salacious plea, they came. Oh God, how they came!
Wellman was the first, arching his buttocks high off the carpet, his fingers digging into the spongy softness of her breasts as if he wished to mold them into some sculpture for his future amusement. He screamed in a high, thin wail: "Oh God, oh God, I'm cummmmmiiiingggggggggg!" Then his cock in Toni's grasping fingers began to jerk out of control, spewing forth great geysers of his molten cum, flooding Toni's lips and nose and chin with the bittersweet liquid. She opened her mouth wide, trying to catch and swallow as much of the fluid as she could, her brain dancing crazily with the joy of the moment.
Then Prinsoni screeched, "Me too, I'm cumming toooooo!" And his prick, like Wellman's, heaved dervishly in Toni's hand and his balls erupted a fountain of semen into her wide open mouth, matted her hair, flowed in rivulets down along the column of her throat and over her breasts.
Two cocks, ejaculating great, drowning spurts of cum of fiery intensity which threatened to engulf Toni completely as her brain silently thanked them again and again for obeying her silent pleading...
The sight of the two men emptying their scrotums of their seed into his wife's hungrily swallowing mouth was all that Warren needed to set off his own crashing orgasm. He gave one almost superhuman thrust into her tight, elastic pussy, shoving his finger as far as it would go in her squirming asshole, and then his prick was ejaculating as well-a swirling, roaring inferno of cum that filled Toni's pussy to overflowing. He watched it roll out around his wildly cumming cock to flow down along the dampened furrow of her womanhood and along the backs of her thighs to pool on the carpet, and he continued to pump into her with prodigious power as she endeavored to milk his balls of every last droplet of the precious liquid with fantastic contortions of her buffeting hips.
Cum, oh cocks, cum, cum. cum! Thought Toni blissfully insane with lustful delight as she swallowed the last vestiges of Prinsoni's and Wellman's semen. Cum and never stop, make me cum, hurry oh cocks, I can feel it building, building... there! There it is! I'm cumming, too, aaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!
Her orgasm lifted the very essence of Toni Sutter free from the earthly confines of her body, sent her on a journey of such indescribable wonder that she screamed like a woman dying and never knew it, screamed and screamed and screamed as three cocks volcanoed the final dregs of their seed into her and onto her and out of all her bodily orifices, covered her and filled her with that which she had come to love and want more than any single thing in the whole wide wonderful universe...
Like that first Orgasm, with Pops Shannon, Toni was rendered completely unconscious by the magnitude of this one and she collapsed across the body of Wellman when the final height had been attained. She was completely unaware when Warren, in unutterable thankfulness, lowered his head and tenderly lovingly, kissed her pink, sperm covered lips moments later...
The remainder of that night, and well into the wee hours of the new day, the five couples at the party performed every conceivable act of physical lust-by twos and threes and fours, and more. It was a raging bacchanal, an orgy of impossibly mind-blowing proportions that left all of them completely exhausted, physically and mentally drained of all desires and emotions.
For Toni, however, nothing she subsequently did after awakening quite reached that immeasurably beautiful experience she had had with Will Prinsoni and Geoff Wellman-and-with her husband Warren, the man she now knew she truly loved...
CHAPTER NINE
Warren was soaking in a tub of hot soapy water, drowsily letting it relax his aching muscles. It was the following morning after the incredible night of their going-away party, and less than two hours 'til the one o'clock check-out time for Dix Mountain Lodge. He'd wanted to take this bath to ease out some of the kinks, for the drive back to San Francisco was a long one.
There was a playful little knock on the door, and then it opened and Toni came in. She was smiling mischievously, her raven hair still uncombed, dressed in her chenille robe. Warren knew that she was naked beneath it. He smiled lovingly at her as she crossed and sat on the edge of the tub, unmindful that it was wet.
"Hi, sweetheart," he said softly. "Did you finish the packing?"
"Uh-huh, all finished," she answered.
"Mmm, good."
"How's your bath?"
"Nice," he told her languorously.
"Let me test the water," she said, and dipped her hand down into the warm murky liquid at the point of his lower belly. Her teasing fingers located his limp penis, wound around it, and began to massage it gently. It grew immediately in her dexterous fingers, became erect in her hand until the swollen head peaked up through the water like the eye of a submarine's periscope.
Toni giggled delightedly. "My, my!" she said in mock anguish. "Look what I did!"
"Yeah," Warren agreed. "Look what you did, is right."
"Well, we can't let a nice old hard-on like that go to waste, can we?"
"We can't?"
"Oh, no, darling," she said. "We have to make it soft again, the right way."
"And what way would that be?" he murmured softly.
"You'll see in just a moment," she taunted. "But first, I wanted to tell you that Pops just came to see me a moment ago. He said he and Gina, and probably the Prinsonis and Wellmans, will be down in "The End O' The Trail" at one. They want us to have a farewell drink with them."
"Sounds great."
Toni's eyes twinkled. "He also said that since he and Gina are leaving in another three days, and will be home before the weekend, he'd like us to come down and spend next Saturday and Sunday as their house guests. What do you say, honey? Shall we go?"
"Damned right we shall!" said Warren enthusiastically. "Did he, ah, say anyone else would be there, too?"
"Not in so many words, but since the Prinsonis and the Wellmans both live in that area
" Warren grinned. "Should be a ball, all right. I can hardly wait."
"Me, too, darling."
Warren studied his lovely young wife's radiant face. "You know, sweetheart, I just can't get over the... the change that's taken place in you this past week. You're like... well, like a new woman entirely from the one I married."
"I am a new woman, Warren," she said. "Do you like the new me?"
"God, you know you don't have to ask that!"
She laughed softly. "And are you glad we came up here to Dix Mountain Lodge? Are you glad we managed to save our marriage even though it was in a rather unorthodox way?"
"More glad than I've ever been about anything else in my life."
"I love you, Warren."
"And I love you, sweetheart."
Her eyes twinkled again, and she squeezed his hardened cock in her hand. Then, with her other, she reached up and unfastened the buttons on her chenille robe and shrugged out of St. She stood nude and proud for a moment, then climbed into the tub and straddled Warren's legs at the opposite end. "Now we'll see about taking care of this lovely little hard-on that I gave you."
Warren's breath came a little faster. "What are you planning to do, woman?"
"Just... THIS!" she crooned and her head dipped down, her mouth opening, and her long raven hair fanning across the soapy water above his loins. Her mouth encompassed his throbbing prick, heedless of the fact that her face was all but immersed in the water and her hair was becoming sodden.
And as Toni began to slowly, lovingly, suck his cock, Warren Sutter lay his head back against the rim of the tub and thought that he was probably the luckiest and happiest man in the whole goddamned world at that moment...
