In the church rectory Patti stood beside Jim and listened to the white-haired minister conduct the ceremony that would marry them. She was a petite blonde with a pert figure and cute upturned nose dotted with a few freckles. Ever since she was a little girl she had dreamed and wondered about getting married. Now it was actually happening, and she could hardly believe it.
She looked around at the gray stone walls, burning candles, and religious statues. The air was full of sweet incense. She knew the day would mark the turning point of her life. Before she had been Patti Everson, a high school girl and for the past six months secretary to an executive in a public relations agency. In a few minutes she would become Mrs. Patti Warren, a married lady. Just like that.
When the minister pronounced them man and wife, Patti felt a rush of joy. Her heart beat faster as she stood on her tiptoes and raised her face to Jim. She loved him so much and knew this was a moment she'd always remember. His lips were dry and when their tongues touched she thought his tasted like honey. Members of the bridal party applauded but Patti could barely hear them over the roaring in her ears. Jim's body felt so strong, his prick throbbed between her legs, and tonight she would have it for the first time. She hoped it wouldn't hurt too much.
* * *
The reception was held in the Grand Ballroom of the Barbizon Hotel in downtown Scranton. Champagne corks burst in the air, a long buffet table groaned under the weight of familiar and exotic foods, and the orchestra played romantic tunes beneath crystal chandeliers and colored ribbons. Patti laughed happily and danced with Jim, a champagne glass cupped in her palm. Her white wedding gown fit snugly on top and blossomed out around her ass, which was perhaps a bit too large for a girl her size. Her tits, however, were plentiful and balanced out her ass.
Jim was much taller than she with black hair and a tanned face from working outdoors as a telephone lineman. He had the straightest whitest teeth she ever saw, and that's what first attracted her to him the night she first saw him in the lobby of a movie theatre. He just walked over and asked for her phone number, and she couldn't say no. That had been almost two years ago, and they had been going together ever since.
And now he spun her across the dance floor on their wedding day. Her face nuzzled against his chest and she felt his prick hard as a rock pressed against her belly. She had seen it before and had. even jerked him off a few times, but they didn't want. to fuck until they were married. Once in the front seat of his car she became very passionate and wanted to kiss it, but he wouldn't let her, saying he thought that was a dirty thing to do. She hoped someday he'd change his mind. Her only criticism of him, which she never admitted to anybody, was that sometimes he was a little too nice. He refused to even touch her pussy until they were married, although sometimes he rubbed it over her clothes while she jerked him off. Well, now they were married and it was all right to do almost anything.
Every time her glass became empty a relative of hers or Jim's, usually a man with a twinkle in his eyes, filled her up again with bubbly champagne. The ballroom whirled around her and friendly faces were everywhere, wishing her luck and happiness. Her heart felt expansive and full of joy; she danced merrily through the sea of love. Yes, this truly was the happiest day of her life.
She felt herself getting a little tipsy, but it was all right, this was her wedding day, the only one she would ever have because she was an old-fashioned girl and believed people should only get married once, and stay married until death them did part, just like the minister said. Some laughing lady relatives dragged Jim away to dance with them, so Patti accepted the hand of her new father-in-law, a baldheaded fat man with a jolly face and let him waltz her across the floor.
"I'm so glad you married Jim," he said. "You're such a nice girl. I couldn't have asked for a nicer daughter-in-law."
Patti smiled warmly and kissed his forehead. "Thank you," she" told him in her happy girlish voice. "I couldn't want a nicer father-in-law."
He gave her a fatherly hug, and she felt something hard between his legs. My goodness, what could he be thinking about? Well, maybe he was a little drunk, and men get horny so easily anyway. Her new mother-in-law was a fat little lady, and Patti thought of her two parents-in-law in bed with each other. They had such big fat bellies she wondered how they could do it to each other. Patti surmised there must be ways to do it she didn't know about. She hoped Jim knew, or if he didn't, could learn from someplace. Maybe they could learn together, teaching each other. That should be fun.
Next she danced with Danny, Jim's fifteen-year-old brother. He was almost as tall as Jim, but skinny and gawky.
"You look awful pretty," he said nervously. "Gee, Jim's lucky."
What a nice compliment. She gave Danny a sisterly squeeze, and felt his hard prick against her stomach. She pushed him away quickly, and he blushed. He looked like he didn't know whether to run away or faint right on the spot.
"That's all right, Danny," she said. "I understand."
"You're awful pretty," Danny stammered.
After Danny there was Jim's Uncle Mickey, and he had a hardon too. Patti couldn't understand what was wrong with all these men. She could appreciate Danny's problem, because all he could do was jerk himself off, but the others had wives. Weren't their wives giving them enough? She resolved then and there she would give Jim all he wanted, whenever he wanted it, so he wouldn't have to walk around with a hardon all the time. She didn't want him to get any ideas and want to a o it with other girls, but when she thought of Jim and his handsome smile, she felt he would never cheat on her. He was too decent a guy; his folks raised him right.
After the dance with Uncle Mickey she felt tired and sat at a table beside the dance floor. At the center of the table were a bouquet of flowers and a half-full bottle of champagne. She filled up her glass and sipped some, the bubbles tickling the roof of her mouth. She wondered how it would feel to pour champagne on her pussy, and then started giggling. Girls sure had strange thoughts on their wedding days. Somewhere out on the dance floor she saw Jim dancing with his eighty-year-old grandmother, and to their right one of the tuxedoed musicians stood up and played his slide trombone. There was something sexy about the way he did it. Patti wanted to reach under her white wedding gown and massage her pussy with her finger. She decided she would have to be patient.
People clucked around her saying complimentary things, and she smiled, saying something pleasant in return. Too bad people weren't like this all the time. Her mother, a little lady built much like Patti, sat beside her and kissed her cheek.
"How do you feel, dear?" her mother asked.
"Wonderful. I'm getting a little drunk, I think."
Her mother smiled. "It's your wedding day. You're entitled."
"Did you drink champagne on your wedding day?" Patti asked.
"Of course. Your father and I got really drunk."
They both laughed, and Patti wondered what it had been like with her mother and father on their wedding night. Her father was tall and strong like Jim, she guessed that in bed her, parents had looked like she and Jim would look in just a few hours. She wondered if her mother had been as horny as she felt right now.
Her mother brought her mouth close to her ear. "Are you a little scared, Patti?"
"Of what?"
"You know."
Patti's face turned pink with embarrassment. "A little, I guess." She looked into her glass of champagne. "Does it really hurt a lot?"
"It hurts for a little while," mother said, "but after a while it doesn't feel so bad."
"Is there anything I can do to make it easier?"
"Just try to relax, and ask Jim to take it easy."
"Jim is a very considerate person. I'm sure he'll be nice."
Her mother's face became serious. "Sometimes when men are in bed with women they get so excited they forget themselves and aren't able to be nice."
Was her mother speaking from, experience? Was Daddy an animal in bed? She kind of hoped Jim would be that way, even if it hurt at first. "I'm sure Jim will do what's right," she told her mother.
"Yes, I'm sure. He's a nice boy and I'm sure he respects you. He'll try to go slow with you."
Patti didn't like the sound of that. As far as she was concerned things had gone too slow. If Jim had urged her a little she would have fucked him long ago. There was nothing wrong with that--a lot of girls fucked boys before they got married. But Jim always wanted to do the right thing and wait until they were married. He was so square sometimes, but she guessed that was a sweet quality in a way. Tonight he would do it, and she knew he wanted to. She had felt his big hard prick in her hands and listened to his heavy breathing. Yes, he sure wanted to. It took lots of will power for him to hold back, she was certain of that. And she had to admit she was a little scared. His prick was so big and her pussy so tiny. Her own little finger just barely fit in those times after dates with Jim when she played with herself. Girlfriends told her a virgin pussy stretched a lot, but that much? Well, she'd find out all about it soon enough.
While thinking of Jim's big red prick she listened to her mother describe the facilities of the Brentwood Honeymoon Hotel in the nearby Pocono Mountains, where Patti and Jim would fuck for the first time. Patti was becoming very anxious, and noticed that her pussy was very moist.
CHAPTER TWO
The new sports coupe, a wedding present from both sets of parents, purred over the highway north to the Pocono Mountains. It was June and the day sunny and warm. In the front seat beside Jim, Patti sat in a red-checked short skirt and white blouse, while the wind from the open window tumbled her long golden hair. Jim wore faded blue jeans and a gray polo shirt trimmed around neck and biceps with navy blue piping. Their suitcases were in the trunk, and tucked into Patti's was a slinky black negligee that made her feel sexy when she tried it on in the store. Under her dress she wore a fresh dry pair of white bikini panties.
The radio, an FM model with excellent fidelity, picked up a good rock and roll station broadcasting from Pittsburgh, and they sang the songs they knew along with it. Patti sat close to Jim, her body pressing his and her left arm around his husky shoulders. Whenever she moved toward him her breast jutted into his ribs, and she purposely did it often. She wanted to get him good and excited for their first night-together.
"I can hardly wait until we're alone in the hotel room," she whispered in his ear, punctuating her statement with a lick of her tongue.
"Me too," he replied, stomping down on the accelerator.
Jim loved Patti with all his heart and soul. She was the prettiest girl he had ever met, and sometimes when they were petting heavily in his car his heart thundered and he thought he might faint. He came in his pants often, and loved to let her jerk him off. Her hands were so delicate and soft, but they could be very strong sometimes. There were times he thought she would pull his prick out by' the root. For a little girl she was awfully passionate.
He had only fucked one other girl, Fat Alice who lived. near the steel mills. All the guys used to fuck her, and she especially liked football players, like Jim had been in high school. Sometimes several of the team members used to get some beer and then go see Fat Alice, taking turns fucking her. The way it worked out Jim never got to fuck her first, so by the time he got in bed with her it felt a little like sticking your cock into the warm rain. That alone wouldn't be so bad, but she smelled like dead fish too. He couldn't imagine Patti ever smelling like that, but he used to wonder about it a lot. After the first time he rubbed Patti's panties right over her cunt, when she wasn't looking he touched his fingers to his nose and sniffed. He couldn't smell anything. Patti was a nice clean girl. She would wash her cunt and be careful about things like that. He remembered how he had thought for a moment that he would like to kiss Patti's little pussy, but then he became angry with himself because he thought it was perverted for people to do things like that. People were just supposed to fuck, maybe in different positions and all, but perversions were for people with mental problems. He had forgiven Patti for that time she wanted to kiss his prick, she hadn't known any 'better then, but since he told her how he felt she had become a real lady about it. He was proud of her.
The movement of the car caused Jim's body to rub against hers, and Patti felt her pussy getting wet again. She looked at his crotch and saw the firm bulge of blue denim beneath the fly. She imagined how soft and sleepy his pecker must be, all curled up there in his lap. When she jerked him off it was big and stiff, over six inches long. She wanted to touch it now, and couldn't think of any reason why she shouldn't. After all, they were married. Lightly, she placed her hand on his thigh. He smiled but kept his eyes on the road--he was very serious when driving.
Jim's body was very appealing to Patti. He was in robust physical condition and she loved to run her hands over his tight skin and firm muscles. Even now, inching her hand up his thigh, she could feel the strength of his powerful leg. At the top of his thigh, near his pocket, her fingers crept to the bulge.
"Do you mind?" she asked sweetly.
"Nope."
Her hand cupped the bulge, and all at once it started to grow. It straightened, and now she could feel its long outline. It pointed straight up to his belly button, and she stroked it with her slender hand. She wanted to bend over and bite it, but that would make him mad. Some day. He squirmed in his seat and fucked her hand a bit, and she rubbed it along its full length. What a monster it was. How would it ever fit inside her? She would make it fit even if it killed her, but she had never heard of anybody dying from a stiff prick.
Jim took his right hand off the steering wheel, reached right up her dress, and grabbed her cunt! His boldness surprised her. Things really were different now that they were married. His finger slipped up and down the crack of her pussy over her panties, and although that felt good, it wasn't what she really wanted. Well, if he could be fresh--so could she. Impulsively, she moved away from him, lifted her skirt, and stripped off her panties. Then she sat beside him again and kept her legs open.
Jim's hand dove under her dress again, and this time she felt his hand plunk right on her bare pussy. This was more like it. His finger pierced her crack, and she felt a shiver of something like electricity in her spine. She spread her legs as far as her skirt would permit and wished her pussy could open wide and swallow Jim's whole hand.
She reached over, unzipped Jim's fly, fished around in his shorts, and yanked his stiff prick out into the open. It looked like a little soldier and was so bright and red it glowed. How could anything so hard be so smooth? With her fingers she felt around its head, redder and spongier than the rest, and touched an index finger to the little hole. It was wet and sticky, just like her pussy. She clasped the shank of his prick and began to jerk him off.
This was the first time Jim had touched Patti's cunt, and his brain was on fire with lustful thoughts. It felt like moss in a swamp, or his own cock hair when he was washing it with soap. Patti had less hair than Fat Alice's stinky old cunt, and Patti's hair was somehow softer. He worked his ,fingers into her slit, and here again was a new sensation. It was slick and smooth like it had been freshly greased, and it had a soft elastic quality. Here was Patti's little cunt, and now it belonged to him. He pinched one side of the slit, and heard Patti sigh. With his little finger he probed into her hot little hole, and wondered how his prick would ever fit in there. He felt for her clitoris and found it right where the book said it would be. It was a little fleshy thing, like the eraser on a pencil. Patti closed her legs around his hand and squeezed his prick hard. Blood rushed to his face, the road blurred before him.
"Hey, Patti," he said, his voice slow and heavy, "maybe we'd better cut this out. We're liable to get in an accident out here." Reluctantly he removed his hand from her cunt and returned it to the wheel.
Patti smiled ruefully at Jim's sense of responsibility, but she knew he was right. She didn't want to become a highway fatality, especially before she'd been fucked. Hoping he wouldn't carry common sense to extremes, she tucked his prick into his underwear, being careful to daub some juice from his little hole onto her fingertip. Then she zipped up his fly and moved to the far side of the seat where she wouldn't upset his driving anymore.
"How much farther is it?" she asked.
"About another twenty minutes. We get off at the next exit."
"Can't you go any faster?"
"I'm fifteen miles over the speed limit now."
When certain Jim was concentrated on the road, she raised her finger to her tongue. Jim's juice was cold now, but tasted interesting. Kind of salty. She hoped someday he would change his mind and let her suck his prick. She licked her finger until it was all gone, then pulled on her panties, noticing Jim glance up her dress as she did so. "Keep your eyes on the road," she said coyly. He grinned and looked straight ahead.
While adjusting her panties, Patti gave her pussy a few rubs. If Jim didn't fuck her pretty soon she thought she'd die.
CHAPTER THREE
The Brentwood Honeymoon Hotel was an immense sprawling old wooden building located on the Keemahatchie River where it flowed through a lush green valley. Three stories high and painted white, it had a long and illustrious history as a resort. Its outdoor facilities included a swimming pool and cabana club right on the banks of the Keemahatchie, tennis courts, barbecue pits, a difficult golf course, and lots of forest for newlyweds to hide in and fuck on sweet-smelling pine needles.
Inside was a nightclub, movie theater, swimming pool, exercise room, opulent dining room decorated in Colonial style, and the honeymoon suites themselves. The latter were spacious and boasted super king-sized canopied beds, sunken bathtubs, and bidets imported from France so newly married ladies would always have clean, fresh-smelling pussies.
Special additions such as the bidets and ceiling mirrors were added to the Brentwood when it was taken over ten years ago by Winthrop Arbiter, the retired Hollywood star. Now fifty-five years old, he had been married eight times, presently to the vivacious former Marquese du Poilly-Nuit, ten years his junior, who had inherited a fortune from the late Marquis, her fifth husband. Her wealth and his imagination, not to mention his famous name, had transformed the Brentwood, once a genteel resort for the rich, into a fabulous honeymoon retreat incorporating every refinement imaginable to enhance newlyweds' enjoyment of each other. Winthrop, a handsome happy fellow with flowing white hair and a white mustache, loved to fuck and wanted everyone else to enjoy it too.
On the afternoon Patti and Jim approached via the back roads of the Pocono Mountains, Winthrop was at the front desk assisting with the check-in of that week's newlyweds. A sensitive man, he could detect nervous passion in the air as one couple after another signed the register and ran off to their rooms. He knew some were embarrassed, having never checked into a hotel with each other before, and others were apprehensive of getting fucked for the first time, so he spoke as soothingly as he could and tried to be helpful and hospitable.
The Brentwood Honeymoon Hotel had become enormously popular, thanks to the promotional skill and geniality of Winthrop Arbiter. Newlyweds returned home and praised it, word spread like wildfire, and the hotel was always booked up. Sometimes couples who had honey-mooned there returned for vacation weekends to relive their first wonderful nights of sexual splendor. Although Winthrop had never been especially outstanding as an actor, and had been a ham in fact, he was justly proud of his honeymoon hotel.
One might not think the Brentwood would also be famous for its food, for one might think lovers wouldn't care much about eating. But it was, because they do. In the kitchen behind the long bank of black stoves stood Duk Toy, the Chinese head chef, stirring the evening's soup du jour, a golden clear chicken consomme. A strapping handsome man with the features of a Mongol conqueror, Duk Toy had been family chef for the former Marquese and her husband at Poilly-Nuit in France, and following the latter's untimely demise--the cause was never precisely determined--had comforted the Marquese during her initial lonely widowed nights, fucking her in strange and unusual ways with his immense cock. Winthrop knew of this, and knew Duk Toy still comforted his wife on occasion, but didn't care because he was an open-minded fellow. When unhappy he was comforted by Lila Monahan, a hefty chambermaid, who gave him wonderful blowjobs in the linen closet.
Duk Toy removed a plastic vial from the pocket of his white chef's coat, snapped off the lid, and poured some of its contents, a colorless gray powder, into the consomme. He murmured sing-song incantations while furiously stirring the rich-smelling brew, into which the powder dissolved and disappeared. Duk Toy, when queried about the powder, described it as a secret ingredient that improved the flavor of foods. But it was really much more than that.
It was, in fact, an aphrodisiac of moderate strength prepared from the pulverized dried petals of certain flowers Duk Toy grew in a special garden outside the cottage where he lived in the forest nearby. Duk Toy had learned of its use, and certain other mysterious knowledge, from his grandfather, a practitioner of Chinese yoga and magician in the court of a family of Mandarins. When Duk Toy left China his grandfather gave him a bag of seeds and told him to spread happiness throughout the world.
Only Winthrop Arbiter and his wife Francoise, the former Marquese, knew of Duk Toy's magic potions, and they approved wholeheartedly of what he did with them.
After leaving the cauldron of consomme, Duk Toy stopped at a vat of mashed potatoes, into which he poured some gray powder, and stirred. He added some to both the coffee urns, to the batter for that night's fried chicken, and in the bakery to the dough for cookies, cakes, and pies.
After tonight's, dinner the powder would begin work immediately, stimulating the production of sex hormones in both men and women, causing pricks to become hard, cunts to tickle, and erotic thoughts to race through the mind.
* * *
Winthrop Arbiter looked up from the register book as Patti and Jim approached with flushed faces, nervously inquiring about room reservations. Winthrop smiled; he could see they could hardly wait to get to bed with each other. They made such a lovely couple--she perky and adorable, he tall and lean. No need to keep them waiting. He passed registration cards to Jim, who wrote on them with trembling hands.
Patti stood and held Jim's other arm, blood cascading through her body. This was almost it; she was minutes away from being alone with Jim and his beautiful prick. She craved some good fucking and didn't care how much it might hurt at first. Her pussy quivered and when she moved her feet its walls rubbed together and oozed love oil. She wanted to ram her finger inside to scratch the itch she felt.
She looked at the white-haired man, very handsome for his age, and was grateful he did not keep them long. He rang the bell on his desk, a bellboy appeared, and suddenly she and Jim were walking hand in hand toward their room and wedding bed. Her panties were soaking at the crotch and the tips of her nipples ached. She hoped the room was not too far away.
Winthrop saw them go, and chuckled. He picked up the telephone and dialed Francoise in their suite.
"Hello, darling," he said when she answered. "The most gorgeous couple just checked in and they were so anxious they almost did it right here in the lobby. Would you like to watch them with me?"
Francoise had been reading a book of poetry and was bored with it, so she said she would. She was a tall thin lady with hair combed straight back in a bun. She looked like a French schoolteacher, which she actually had been once, but there was a wicked glint in her eye.
They met in his office, entered a closet, and there he pressed a button that caused a secret door to slide open. Winthrop and Francoise entered a labyrinthine network of hidden passageways that had been constructed within the hotel pursuant to their instructions.
CHAPTER FOUR
The bellboy placed the two suitcases on stands, turned on the air conditioner, and advanced for his tip. Jim gave him two dollars and Patti waited impatiently as the bellboy murmured his thinks, crossed the room to the door, and left.
They were alone, the bed was beside them, and there was nothing more to wait for. They looked at each other for a moment, then crashed into each other's arms. Patti opened her mouth wide and met Jim's tongue with her own. His felt strong, and thrust at her urgently. She licked back furiously, her saliva and Jim's dripping from the corner of her mouth. His hands were under her skirt, each one squeezing a cheek of her ass as if he were kneading dough. Patti angled her pelvis forward and rubbed her pussy against Jim's prick while her hands clutched at his neck and head. He pulled her panties down and attacked the crack of her ass with his fingers. She squealed with delight and began tearing at his shirt.
They fell sideways to the bed. Jim was breathing so heavily it felt like a hurricane blowing into her mouth and nose. She opened her mouth wide and ground her teeth against his. He had her dress all the way up now and her panties were down around her knees. With one hand he explored the crack of her ass, the other slid up and down in her juicy cunt. Patti felt on fire down there, and it was getting hotter every moment. She rubbed her tits against his chest and reached down for his prick. As she was unzipping his fly his body suddenly went limp.
"This is ridiculous," he said. "Let's take our clothes off. We're married now."
"Why don't we take each other's clothes off?" Patti replied naughtily.
Jim grinned. "Okay. I've always wanted to strip you bare-ass anyway."
"Ladies first," Patti told him.
The bed was enormous and had a gentle springy motion. Jim leaned back and Patti bent over him, tugging his polo shirt out of his pants. She peeled it up: over his torso and he held his arms out so she could pull it off. Now he was naked from the waist up, and for a moment she looked and admired his tanned chest with dark hair between the two pectoral muscles. She bent lower to nuzzle her lips in the hair, and as she did his hand snaked under her dress and came to rest against the crotch of her panties. She licked the hair until it was all wet, and then worked her tongue to his right nipple, which she covered with her lips and began sucking. Jim began to squirm beneath her face, and the thought of his excitement stimulated her more. She opened her mouth wide and tried to suck the whole muscle in, and she bit it as if she were hungry and it were food. Then she ran her tongue to his other nipple and licked It as if it were ice cream. When it was wet she raised her head and looked at the thin line of hair that disappeared into his pants. She touched her tongue to the line and followed it slowly to the denim, letting it fall into his belly button. She took d deep breath, and Jim smelled strong and clean. His prick was only inches away in his pants. She wished she could take it and stuff it iii her mouth.
She raised her head and unloosed his belt. Then she unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and pulled them down. Jim raised his ass to help her, and she saw his prick explode forth in a burst of white in his Jockey shorts. She inserted her fingers in the elastic and pulled down his shorts, and there was his prick: pink, slender, and long, with its head a deep red color. It looked beautiful and a little helpless, twitching and straining toward her as if it wanted her as much as she wanted it. Beneath if hung his fuzzy balls. She wanted to kiss them too, and hoped Jim got over his silly sex hang-ups some day soon so that she could.
She removed his shoes and socks, and he lifted his legs so she could pull off his pants and shorts. She threw the clothing to the floor and looked down at Jim, naked as a jaybird on the bed. He looked embarrassed and turned his eyes away. Unable to control herself, she grabbed his prick in her hand and began jerking him off. She loved his prick. It felt soft and strong at the same time, and at that moment she again felt an overwhelming urge to ram his prick in her mouth as far as it would go.
Jim gently removed her hand. "It's my turn," he told her in a choking voice.
Patti lay back on the bed, and Jim moved at her so quickly and violently it frightened her. He began unbuttoning her blouse, and when his trembling fingers got stuck with one particular button, he just ripped its buttonhole away. Her big tits in her brassiere were now hanging out and Patti realized her mother was right--men do get crazy when it comes to sex.
He squirmed his hands under her back, pulled apart the snaps of her brassiere, and she held her arms out in front as he removed the flimsy white garment. When she dropped her arms she let her left hand come to rest on his prick and balls. He attacked her left tit like a tiger, mouth open and teeth bared. It squished down under his hungry mouth and he slurped and bit it while squeezing with both hands. Patti felt her nipple get hard, and his tongue made it tingle and burn. She held his prick like it was a banana while he ate her tit and sent her into a delirium of sensual joy. He munched, sucked, and chewed, then moved his face to her other tit for more. High voltage sensations surged from nipple to nipple; he was going wild with her tits and she didn't care if he bit them off because it felt so good. He squeezed both of her tits together in his hands and tried to stuff them both in his mouth. Her bosom was covered with his spit. Farther down her pussy felt like a bonfire, and her panties like a wet dishrag that couldn't quench the flames.
In a sudden movement Jim sat up and unbuttoned the side of her skirt. He pulled it down, off her feet, and threw it across the room. Now she lay only in her wet white panties with her knees moving back and forth slightly because her pussy itched so much. He grabbed her panties by the crotch and pulled them off, throwing them over his shoulder. And now he stared, for the first time in his life, at Patti's pussy. His jaw dropped at the sight of her golden tuft of hair and little pink lips that looked a little like the lips on her face. There it was--he had dreamed about it and jerked off thinking about it--and there it was, his for the taking.
Holding his prick as if it were the strap on a bus, Patti spread her legs wide, and felt a little whorish as she did so. All her life she had trained herself to keep her legs closed and her pussy out of the sight of men's lewd eyes. Now she was opening up, showing everything to a man.
Kneeling between her legs, Jim reached forward with his finger and stuck it in Patti's pussy. She sucked in air at his touch. He ran his finger up and down the wet crack, watching the lips "open and close. Patti worked her hips against his finger, and he could see the bottom of her ass and a little of her asshole. At the top of the crack he felt her clitoris, and when he caressed it with his thumb and forefinger, he heard Patti whimper and bite her lips. Juice from her pussy dripped down and covered his fingers. Her pussy looked so good he wanted to kiss it, but as he bent over to do just that, and it came closer to his tongue, he remembered that good people didn't do things like that, so instead he let his face come to rest against her soft belly.
Patti was disappointed; she thought he was going to do it. She put her hands on his head and gently tried to push it down to her yawning cunt, but he wouldn't budge. His nose jutted into her belly like a little prick and he was licking that part just above her pussy hairs. Then he raised his head, crawled up beside her, fastened his mouth on hers, and began to suck her tongue. His mouth was strong and sweet, and she reached beside her and ran the palm of her hand over his prick and cupped his balls.
His fingers rippled through her cunt and his tongue reached all the way down her mouth to her throat. She didn't know if she was awake or having the best dirty dream of her life. His finger poked into her pussy hole, and she waited for the pain, but there was none. He was only scratching her itch, satisfying her longing, just like she wanted. Oh, it felt so good to her in there! Wanting more of his finger, she shot her hips into the air and felt a sharp pain that, made her cry out. It was as if a piece of skin inside her tore apart.
"We have to take it easy," he said, breathing as if suffocating.
She was tired of being a goddamn virgin. She fucked out at his finger again, and he jabbed in deeper. She had to admit that it hurt, but it also felt good. He withdrew his finger a little, and then moved it into her again. It felt like the whole delicious world was entering her cunt, but then she realized his finger was small compared to his big prick, which she was jerking off rhythmically. It would take ;a lot of stretching before that big prick would fit inside her. She spread her legs even wider and fucked Jim's finger while looking at Jim's prick and balls. He began to twirl his finger around inside her as if dialing a telephone, and the sensation almost made her faint with ecstasy. Her thighs were wet and she could feel pussy juices pouring down to her ass. Then there came a new sensation, another finger was piercing her cunt, and it pained her. She gritted her teeth; her pussy felt as if it would split apart. When was it going to stretch? She froze as both fingers entered her hot cunt. Oh, did that hurt! She pressed her mouth tighter to Jim's and whimpered into him, but he was relentless. His fingers kept intruding, both of them together, all the way in. She could feel little things breaking apart inside her, little tendons snapping. It was an invasion. She gripped the head of Jim's prick and felt stickiness.
When both of his fingers were in all the way, Patti felt like a skewered piece of meat. He moved his fingers like scissors, and to Patti it felt painful in a strangely exciting way. She had never felt anything that deep in her cunt before, and although it hurt, it felt kind of nice too. Jim seemed really experienced, and if she didn't know any better she would have thought he had been playing with other girls' pussies. No, she was certain he was just doing what came naturally. As he withdrew his two fingers he kissed her face everywhere, making it wet as if giving her a bath with his tongue. Oh, she was hot! She wished he had more hands so he could pull her tits and pinch her ass, maybe even stick his fingers up that hole too. His breath sounded like a chugging engine and his cock throbbed furiously as she jerked him off. She had never seen him like this. He was a completely new wonderful person and his fingers were massaging her cunt in a way that didn't even hurt anymore.
She reached down toward his balls. So soft they were, so fuzzy. She played with them gently, knowing how sensitive men were down there. And then she stopped cold again, because another finger was coming in. Another finger! What did he think she was? She opened her eyes wide and looked at the ceiling, and was astonished to see herself in the mirror there with her legs spread wide and Jim sticking his hand in her cunt. It hurt. She could feel her cunt splitting apart, and she took some deep breaths. His fingers entered her all the way to the knuckles of his hand, and he twiddled them around inside her.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I think so."
He slowly withdrew his fingers, and when they were out almost to .his fingernails, he sank them in her again and stroked her back and forth a few times. She rocked her hips against his hand. She was surprised how it hurt less and less; in fact, it felt pretty good. Maybe the worst was over.
"I think I'll try it now," Jim said.
He removed his fingers from her cunt, and she suddenly felt empty and cold. Her cunt started to itch again, and she realized she had to have some part of him inside her. Her breast flooded with passion and desire, she spread her legs wide and waited for him to stab her with his big stiff prick. The bed rocked as he moved over her and hovered there with-his prick in his hand, its tip wet with juice. She thought of telling him to be gentle, but at this point she didn't think she could speak and actually didn't even care anymore. She just wanted her first fuck.
Jim aimed his prick like a spear and jabbed it at her pussy, but it was halted by the tight red lips. She put her hands around his ass and strained to pull him into her. It hurt--his cock was much fatter than his fingers--but by now Patti wanted to really start fucking no matter how it felt. Jim thrust forward, ripping through her delicate flesh. She screamed and tossed her head. It was as if someone had thrust a red-hot poker into her cunt. It was too much for her. She suddenly felt frightened and wanted to get away, but he was forcing his way in, pinning her to the bed. She wanted to spread her legs more but she just couldn't. Little silky things inside her burst apart beneath his surging cock. She felt like a truck had smashed into her cunt. She thought she might die. And still he came into her with that monster cock of his, tearing her, pussy apart. Maybe she should have stayed single, maybe she should have become a nun, maybe anything was better than this horrible pain.
His belly came to rest against her, and she realized he was all the way in. Oh, the pain! It felt wet under her ass and she imagined her red blood mixing with her blond pussy hairs.
She was a virgin no more.
Jim's breath was coming in gasps. Somehow she had stretched. She lay still, her hands on Jim's ass. The pain diminished as the inside of her cunt adjusted around his cock. His chest was above her face, and she reached up and licked below his neck with her tongue.
He began to withdraw, and she felt as if her heart, lungs, and everything would be sucked out behind his cock. Then he glided in again, and' it hurt less this time. In fact, it felt kind of pleasant, like she was being filled with beauty. And his prick really was beautiful, she thought. He moved out and in, out and in, and Patti began to move her ass in rhythm with him. She felt tickling electrical sensations all along the walls of her cunt, and her clitoris seemed to buzz. This is fucking, she thought. She rocked her hips back and forth and fucked Jim's prick.
Suddenly Jim began making choking sounds and moved jerkily. What was wrong? He fucked her wildly and mashed her insides with his big cock. His hips swiveled and bounced in her hands. She tried to move with him like a good wife but his motions were too erratic. Then he shouted. Hot jism came gushing into her. She didn't know what it was at first, and then realized he was coming inside her! The thought aroused her so she started screaming and fucking him like a crazy woman. Oh, did that feel good! She was all slimy and tingly inside and he plunged in again and again while his hot love juice spilled out of her cunt and ran down her ass to the sheets.
The pain was all over for her now and she hoped he wouldn't stop now that he had shot a load inside her, but he kept pumping away although he was breathing pretty hard. She was surprised because the girls in the office sometimes complained that their husbands came too fast and then couldn't fuck them anymore. Well Jim sure wasn't like that--look at him go!
His movements became rhythmic again and she was able to swing at him and match him stroke for stroke. It was almost as if they were dancing together, and she realized in a way they were dancing together. A wonderful fuck-dance. His hands had been clasped around her waist, but now. he ,moved them down underneath her ass, and pulled her up at his cock every time he drove down. Patti saw colors and designs on the mirror where she watched herself getting fucked. When she closed her eyes she still saw them, and between the visions and glorious sensations radiating from her cunt she forgot who she was and what exactly was happening. That man on top of her drilling her certainly wasn't the Jim she had known up until now.
Everyone had always remarked what a nice girl she was, but since she had become a teenager she had always wanted to fuck. And now it was happening even better than in those dreams she used to have. It didn't hurt at all anymore; in fact, it felt marvelous. Jim's cock slushed through her again and again and she shivered with delight.
Sometimes when she moved a certain way the fuck felt even better, and then she remembered that her clitoris was the spot where sexual pleasure would be most intense. She wiggled her hips down, a difficult project under his powerfully thrusting weight, until her clitoris was in line with the shank of his prick. The first stroke in this position made her tingle down to the tips of her fingers. At the second she almost fainted. The third made her feet go numb. On the fourth she was no longer the new Mrs. Patti Warren--she had become a sex-crazed female beast! She grunted and drooled, her fingernails ripped across Jim's back, and she pulled him against her clitoris as if she were starving for that particular sensation.
Then it began to happen. She felt like her clitoris was shooting bolts of lightning around the room, and that maybe her whole pussy was getting ready to explode. The thought frightened her; this was much more intense than those times she played with herself alone in her bed at night. Her pussy quivered around Jim's pounding cock and she hugged him tight around his waist. She pulled the hair on Jim's head and fucked his prick wantonly as the pressures inside her increased and she heard herself moaning like a cat in heat. And then suddenly she screamed.
Oh! Oh! Her body shook violently. I'm coming! Jim is inside me fucking me and I'm coming all over him! And that thought, while she was coming, made her come again!
Jim shouted from deep in his throat and hot come started spurting inside her. She flung her pussy into the air, wishing his whole body could slide down into its quivering folds. The room spun around her and the bed wobbled dangerously.
Jim hunched his back and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and began to suck as if it were a prick, and this thought made her come even again! She kicked her legs in the air and rubbed her tits against Jim's hairy chest. She saw lights and darkness, lights and darkness. She didn't know where she was, didn't care, and hoped this, would last forever. But it couldn't; they had both reached the point of exhaustion. After a few final heroic fuck motions they collapsed against each other and went limp. Before becoming unconscious, Patti's last thought was that she had finally become a real woman.
* * *
Across the room facing the bed was a mirror, a special two-way mirror, and behind it, watching the newlyweds' first fuck, were Winthrop and Francoise Arbiter. Winthrop's pants and shorts were at his ankles on the floor, so were Francoise's slacks and panties. She was jerking him off and he was fingerfucking her as they stood side by side in the narrow corridor.
"Weren't they marvelous?" asked Winthrop, after Patti and Jim had fallen asleep.
Francoise leaned against the wall and smiled. "They were like young forest animals. Eet was so beautiful." She let Winthrop's cock go and sighed.
"It's great to be young," Winthrop said, his fat middle finger still digging inside Francoise's cunt.
She spread her legs wider. "As long as one can still fuck, eet doesn't matter how old one ees."
He removed his finger and massaged the outside of her cunt. It felt wet, and his cock began to throb. He held his cock in his other hand and advanced toward her. It was a large cock, over nine inches long and thick as one of his arms. She never thought he was much of an actor but he was a very handsome man, and the first time she saw his cock she fell in love with him. Fucking was the most important thing in her life. She felt a day was wasted if she did not fuck, and she did not like to waste days.
They were both naked from the waist down. Winthrop was broad-shouldered and his stomach was as flat as a young man's; she was lithe and smooth as a jungle cat. He stepped toward her and aimed his cock at her pussy. When it touched her pussy hairs she raised her right leg off the floor to give it plenty of room. He stabbed through her petal-like lips, and the big crimson head of his cock lodged inside her. But there was a lot more to go in. She hugged her arms around his neck and, hanging on, lifted her legs from the floor and wrapped them around him. He cradled her ass in his arms. They licked each other's tongues and held that position, the head of his cock up her cunt and the rest, about six inches, out. He held her tight and then slowly, tantalizingly, pulled her down his glistening prick. The slide made her expel air, for although she had been fucking him for years each new one was exciting and amazing due to the size of his big cock. Down she went, and inch by inch his cock buried into her cunt. She felt like it was a whole telephone pole going in. Then, when her ass was touching his balls, he picked her up over its entire length until its tip just touched her outer lips again. He held her poised there for a few seconds, and let her drop down all the way again. He heard her moan into his ear, and then lifted her again. He repeated these motions slowly a few times more, and then, becoming excited, began to move her up and down more quickly. His giant cock plunged in and out of her cunt; she bounced up and down as if riding a horse. He loved to fuck her because she looked like such a proper lady and yet worked out on a prick like a lascivious whore. His hips moved like a machine and her cunt became hot and wet; it dripped down and covered his balls with slime. She had once studied ballet and knew how to move well. She rolled her hips around his cock and arched her back with pleasure. His prick was so big it made her feel like a young virgin again, just like that pretty blonde in the other room.
Francoise loved sex in every way imaginable. As Winthrop's cock rammed into her, and while she wiggled with delight, she began thinking of how she might arrange to be alone sometime with the little blonde, and maybe lick her pretty pink pussy. The little blonde appeared to love sex too, and might even go down on her, Francoise; as well. The thought was titillating, so much so that it provoked the mad little tickle in her clitoris that heralded the beginning of her orgasm. She ground her cunt down on Winthrop's prick and cried into his shoulder as her clitoris burst open and her cunt became flooded with Winthrop's hot cream.
* * *
"What was that sound?" Patti asked, opening her eyes.
"What sound?"
"I thought I just heard somebody scream."
"I didn't hear anything. I think you're imagining things."
She looked around the room now sliced with shafts of light from the setting sun. And then she remembered where she was and what had happened. Jim lay on top of her, her cunt felt a little sore, she had just been fucked pretty hard, and she was a virgin no more.
"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice full of concern. "Of course, silly."
He sounded like the regular Jim again, not the sex maniac Jim. She thought for a few moments and then decided she liked them both equally. One' was good for sex, and the other for everything else. On her belly his prick was still hard; it had never softened at all apparently, and that surprised her. She had listened to conversations among the older girls in the office and surmised that men's pricks got soft after they fucked, and girls had to be patient and wait awhile until they could get hard again. Well, that sure didn't apply to her Jim. He had come twice already and his prick was still like a big flexed muscle ready for work.
"Are you very tired?" he asked, wiggling his cock against her a little.
"Not very." He was such a considerate husband.
"I hope I didn't hurt you too much. I guess I lost my head a little bit back when we were... ah... doing it?
"That's okay," she replied, patting his back. "It only hurt at first, but after that it felt really good."
"Did you like it?"
"Of course I liked it. Couldn't you tell?"
He shook his head. "I wasn't sure if that was you or me making all that noise and doing all that moving."
She felt herself blush a little. "That was both of us, I think."
He kissed her nose tenderly. "Would you like to do some more?
"Would you?"
He pressed his hard prick against her stomach. "Can't you tell?"
This was a whole new confident Jim, and she liked his manner. He acted like he owned her body and soul, and that was all right with her. Just as long as he fucked her regularly.
"I can tell," she said.
They embraced and kissed; their tongues engaged in soft combat. He raised himself off her, took his prick in hand, and moved it toward her pussy again.
"Jim?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think we could do it another way this time?"
"What way?"
"I don't know. Can't you think of anything? You're the man and you're supposed to know."
"Oh." He knit his brows together and tried to think of how he used to fuck Fat Alice. He usually fucked her from the front, just like he just fucked Patti, but sometimes he liked to fuck Fat Alice from behind too because he didn't like to look at her face. It might be fun to fuck Patti from behind. She had a beautiful round ass and he could grab her big tits while he was fucking her. His prick began to twitch as he thought about it.
"Roll over on your stomach," he said, his voice getting deep again.
She knew what he had in mind and quickly toppled over. Her pussy became warm as she thought of Jim behind her with his cock in his hand. She hoped he got it in the right hole, but then as she thought more about that decided it really didn't matter. She'd take his cock any way she could get it. What was that? It was only his hand caressing the cheeks of her ass and dropping underneath to her crotch. She spread her legs and thought of him behind her looking at her ass and stroking her still wet pussy with all his fingers. He inserted one of his fingers into her cunt hole, and it went in smooth and easy. Terrific!
She felt his finger depart, some movement of the bed, and then something fat and meaty prodded the lips of her cunt. It was his prick again, and she pointed her shapely ass high in the air so that it could get in easier. There was no trouble this time; it slipped right in and seemed to go deeper than when they fucked in the other position. It found wholly new surfaces of her inner cunt and Jim must have liked it because he was pushing at her hard, forcing her belly down on the bed. She felt his hands cup her tits, and then his chest and stomach came to rest on her back. He moved out and in, and she wiggled beneath him on the bed. He was fucking her like she was a dog, and that thought excited her so she felt she might come then and there. She opened and closed her legs as he drilled her, and once again her cunt juices started flowing. She was his little doggie and it felt wonderful. Hoping he would kiss her, she lay her head on its side on the pillow and pursed her lips. Jim's handsome face came around and pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth and his tongue entered. She nibbled it with her lips, pushed back with her ass, and wondered what to do with her hands. If only she could touch his prick. Well, maybe she could. At her waist level she worked her hand underneath her and squirmed it toward his prick, but on the way happened to touch her clitoris, sending a thrill through her. She touched it again with her finger, and more electricity zagged through her. If she made a long stroke she could stimulate her clitoris and touch his prick almost at the same time. She did this a few more times. The burning sensations made her squeal. Then she reached down farther and felt his balls hanging in the air. As he moved in and out of her, his balls slapped against her palm, a strange new experience. There were so many fun things you could do with a man. She decided she liked to fuck this way because there was so much to feel. His prick was in her cunt, the hairs on his belly rubbed up and down in the crack of her ass, her tits were massaged by his wild fingers, and his mouth was sucking hers. His breath came in furious puffs and his powerful hips were jamming her pussy with his cock again and again. She stretched and arched her back with pleasure, and that changed the angle of her pussy, placing the emphasis of his prick in a new hidden place. She stretched more, and it made her pussy tremble and sing. With her fingers she made a V and positioned them so that Jim's prick drove through on his way to her pussy. It was as if she had another pussy down there, or as if her fingers provided an extension for the one she had. Soon her hand was soaked with her cunt excretions. Between her legs she could feel his legs moving; he was so excited he was trying to run while lying on top of her fucking her. What tremendous energy he had, and it was all focused inside her hungry cunt.
He withdrew his right hand from her tit and burrowed under her stomach toward her pussy. His body shuddered and she moved her hand out of, the way as he went straight for her cunt and grabbed it like it was a hamburger. He poked his fingers at it and pinched it, and then took one of its lips in his fingers. Now his other hand was beneath her, burrowing toward her dripping cunt. He gripped the other pussy lip, and then pulled gently on each side and spread her cunt wide open. His prick sank in deeper, her cunt felt enormous, and she thought his balls might fall inside her. She hoped they would. She even hoped Jim's whole body would fall inside her big fat cunt. With her hands she reached up and squeezed her tits while at her neck Jim was biting and chewing like a starving man.
He slid one hand up through her squishy cunt hairs and caught her clitoris between two fingers. Then he rubbed up and down in short fast motions, and Patti thought she'd faint from the deep rapturous joy. She screamed out loud and thrashed her head on the pillow, her mouth open. Her mind went insane with images of Jim fucking her, his balls swinging in the air, his prick pumping, and his fingers tweaking her clitoris. She bucked like a wild horse and Jim rode her like a cowboy at the rodeo.
All she needed now was another Jim lying underneath her upside down, with his legs spread and his cock sticking right up in her face. She would lick it like a lollipop, and then wrap her mouth around it. She bet it tasted good, like a rare steak maybe. It was a nasty thought, she admitted to herself, but she wanted to suck his prick anyway and she wanted it to spit his hot milk in her mouth. And she wished there were two more additional Jims, so she could squeeze a prick in each hand at the same time. My, what thoughts she was having! Well, she couldn't help it. He was her husband and she loved him from the tip of his head to the tip of his cock.
He was strong and heavy, but she felt so frenzied she was able to push her ass high in the air for him. He punched her cunt hard, getting rough now, and she liked it even better. She sounded as if he were fighting her, wrestling her, trying to overwhelm her with passion. Her arms became warm, her pussy felt like it was full of sugar, she jerked involuntarily, and she felt herself coming again. Vortexes of electricity bubbled and foamed up her legs toward her cunt, toward her pussy, inch by inch creeping along higher and higher while Jim's prick slashed at her and--she screamed louder than she'd ever screamed in her life, and felt enchantment in every cell of her body. They groaned and tossed in the air, his prick and hands in her pulsating cunt, her arms outstretched.
Finally, exhausted, they lay still, he on top and his prick still inside her cunt. In her delirium she realized his prick was still hard. What a magic prick it was! As soon as she rested a little she would fuck it some more.
* * *
Winthrop and Francoise, after finishing their fuck, tiptoed through the corridor and peered into. bedrooms. Whenever they found a particularly attractive and energetic couple having sex they made notes of the room numbers on a pad of paper. The most interesting couples would be invited to take their meals in the dining room at their table, where champagne and fine French wines were plentiful, and a platter of special pastries made with Duk Toy's special powder sat in the center of the table. Winthrop and Francoise had greatly enriched their sexual experience through their relationships with curious newlyweds, thanks to the assistance of Duk Toy's special preparations. This morning Duk Toy had given Francoise something new, a subtle perfume that acted as a sexual stimulant through the respiratory system, and drew attention and desire toward wherever it was dabbed. Francoise wondered what would happen if she spilled some on her cunt, and then got alone with that little blonde someplace.
Jim rolled off Patti and onto his back. He felt like all his strength had shot out of his prick into her, and although his prick was still fairly hard, he didn't know if he could ever fuck again. Patti was better than Fat Alice; in fact, you couldn't even compare them. With Patti he felt as if he had fucked for the first time, and Fat Alice was more like jerking off. Patti was beautiful, she smelled sweet, and her pussy was tight and good. Just lying beside her thinking these thoughts made his prick start throbbing nervously again. It wanted to fuck her again, but he felt too tired.
He stretched his arms and opened his eyes. Jesus!
"Patti!"
She turned her head to him. "What?"
"Did you see that mirror up there?"
"I saw it."
"Gee. We look so strange, almost as if we're other people."
Patti rolled onto her back and looked, instinctively covering her pussy with her hand. She saw Jim looking right at it. Oh well, so what? They were married now and he had been fucking her pussy like a madman for a couple of hours. There was nothing to hide anymore, she wasn't a virgin now and he had behaved as though it were his. Well, in a way it was. And his gorgeous brute cock was hers. She looked at it, standing like a soldier at attention. She reached over and closed her hand around it, giving it a firm caress. It replied with a happy twitch. She ran her hand down to its bottom where it grew out of the fur on his stomach, and squeezed again, making it waggle in the air. A little juice appeared on its top. She reached up and grasped its head, and more juice came out. She picked some up in her fingers and rubbed it on her pussy, undulating her hips back and forth. When she realized Jim was watching intently through the mirror she blushed at her bold deed.
"I can't help myself," she said. "You make me so hot."
"You make me hot too," he replied, his hand joining hers in the massage of her moist cunt.
"I'm going to say something naughty."
"Go ahead."
Patti giggled. "Let's fuck some more."
Jim looked at his watch. "It's around dinner-time," he said. "Maybe we'd better eat something before we get weak."
Patti looked at his cock and knew what she wanted to eat. "I don't feel so weak, and if we really get hungry there's always room service."
Jim smiled. Thank goodness he had a wife who liked to fuck. He had heard guys complain about wives who'd only let them fuck once a month or something like that. Patti acted as though she liked to fuck as much as he did, and maybe more. Her enthusiasm surprised him; she had really been a dynamo while he was fucking her, and the time she put her fingers in his ass he got so worked up he thought he'd scream and the walls would fall down.
"Okay, Patti," he said, "but I'm still a little tired. Why don't you get on top of me this time?"
"On top of you? How?"
"I don't know. Just sit on it, I guess."
Sit on it. His words sent shivers up her spine. Sit on Jim's big fat prick. My, what thoughts she was having since she'd become a married lady. She imagined she was becoming a regular little slut, but she liked to be this way. Maybe it was all right to be a slut with your husband. Might keep him home and out of the arms of other sluts.
She rose to her knees and spread her legs over Jim's prick, which he held in his right hand like a gun. His left hand reached up and tickled the crack of her pussy. He grinned, and she did too. They were getting pretty familiar with each other. Then she adjusted herself to what she thought was the right position, and lowered herself onto his prick. She saw his right hand move his prick a bit, and felt it suddenly jut against the rim of her cunt. This time she was on top in control of its rate of entry. She sat down an inch farther and felt its bulbous head plunk inside her cunt. Yummy. Slowly she slid down and let it pierce deep into her. Down and down she slid, and deeper and deeper it went. It passed the farthest point it had reached when they were fucking before; she reached underneath her and felt how much there was to go. Another inch! She closed her eyes, sucked in her breath, and just sat down on him. His prick rushed in all the way and was so deep she thought it must be up around her titties someplace. She leaned forward on her knees and wiggled her ass around. Ooooh, what a good solid feeling of prick! His fingers went into her ass and began pinching her there. She raised herself up the full length of his cock, just the tip of its head sticking in her. Then she sat down abruptly, and the room went dark. Never had she known anything like this; never had she realized anything like this could exist. She cursed herself for wasting all those years without fucking, and raised herself up again. She reached underneath her crotch and grabbed the root of his prick, gliding it back and forth through the crack of her pussy. It felt blissful, and was yet another new thing to do with Jim. She began to think there was no end to the variations people could do in bed with prick and cunt. His peckerhead massaging her outer pussy lips made the inner part of her pussy jealous. She pushed her ass down, and in he went again. It was like stabbing herself in the cunt with his prick, and when she thought that her shoulders got warm and her nipples hardened. Jim must have read her mind because he reached up, grabbed her tits, and began pulling them. She decided to play a trick on him. She moved her ass high in the air and almost let his prick fall out. He didn't want it to fall out so raised up his ass to keep his prick inside her. When she saw him straining to stay inside her she sat down hard with all her weight, smashing him onto the bed. His prick zipped way up inside her, and again the room went black before her eyes.
When her vision cleared she looked down and saw Jim squirming like a snake and staring at her pussy. She raised her ass and looked too. Jim's prick was straight, shiny with pussy cream and half-buried in her blonde muff. She raised her ass higher until she could see his slimy red head, and then sat down again. Oh, what a marvelous feeling! Quickly she moved up and down again and again. She found if she leaned a little forward she could rub the whole. length of his prick against her clitoris. She straddled him like he was a motorcycle and bounced up and down with her knees on the bed and his fingers up her ass. Her tits juggled in the air and needlelike sensations shot from her nipples to points everywhere in her body. She noticed he was getting his strength back; his body tossed like a log in a river. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her down against his loins. She bent over and licked his face, and he stuck his tongue out. She caught it in her lips and sipped his spit.
Jim moved one hand down to her ass again and felt his way to her little brown asshole. With his middle finger he sopped up some of her pussy juices, then took blind aim and stuck his finger in her asshole. To Patti it felt like a little prick; it provoked her passion and she began to fuck him faster. She brought her lips close to his ear.
"Put your finger in all the way," she begged.
His prick gave a big throb inside her pussy, and she shook from side to side. He reached down with 'his other hand, inserted all his fingers into the crack of her ass, and spread her cheeks far apart. The room's cool air wafted up her ass and felt refreshing. Then he jabbed that middle finger in again, making circles with it to widen her asshole. It hurt Patti a little, but the pleasure in her pussy was so great it helped her not to notice. Deeper and deeper he crept with his wicked finger; he passed his first knuckle and then his second, and finally was in all the way to his fist.
Patti swished her hair around and danced on his prick and finger. She had two of her holes filled and never thought such a thorough stimulation of her lower parts could be possible. The same old evil thought of a fat prick in her mouth occurred to her, but like before, she satisfied it by bending down and sucking Jim's tongue. She moved her ass up and down, backwards and forwards, and from side to side. He fucked her ass with his finger and thrust at her from his position on the bed. She held onto his shoulders and fucked herself dizzy. In her wild glee she realized that only hours before she had been a delicate virgin. Now look at her! In her ecstasy she lost her balance and fell forward toward the bed's headboard. Her hand reached out, and on the right bedpost happened to touch a button. A motor started up, the wall panels slid apart, and a large square mirror was revealed! Patti saw herself with face flushed, eyes crazy, and hair swooshing in the air. She bounced up and down on Jim's prick and looked like someone else, someone she had never seen before, not the sweet little Patti Everson who got married today but instead a madwoman, a beautiful crazy woman who loved to fuck. The sight of herself with Jim's prick driving in between her legs jolted her imagination and she felt herself coming again. She hugged Jim's ribs with her knees and moved so violently she thought she might break his prick off inside her. The first explosions went off simultaneously in her cunt and between her eyes. She fell forward and her face dropped next to Jim's. Her pussy went into convulsions and Jim kept fucking at it; then he started to squirt. She tried to move but had become paralyzed with the most exotic tickly sensations that raced over the skin of her body. There were hot and cold flashes on her face, and her cunt felt like a big delicious sunflower expanding, blooming, and quivering. He lurched and grunted underneath her, so she held onto his shoulders so she wouldn't fall off. Dizzy and joyful, she searched with her mouth for his, and when she found it let her tongue loll out. Her last thought, before she fainted, was that he tasted salty, like the sea.
CHAPTER FIVE
They slept until ten o'clock and awoke feeling hungry but otherwise fine. Jim stumbled to the bathroom and closed the door while she called room service and ordered two steaks, some salad, and a bottle of champagne. When she hung up she heard a strange pouring sound from the bathroom, and realized it was Jim urinating. It was another first for her, and she began to feel very married.
The bed was rumpled and soaking wet, and there was a blot of her red blood in the middle, the last vestige of her virginity. Good riddance. The Brentwood Honeymoon Hotel advertised twenty-four-hour maid service so she'd call later to have them change the sheets. The bed just had a strenuous workout and she smiled when she thought they might even have to replace some springs.
On her way to the bathroom she passed a full-length mirror and stopped to look at herself. When she was a teenager the girls used to say a girl walked with her legs farther apart after she got fucked the first time. Patti walked toward the mirror and couldn't see that her legs were farther apart. They looked smooth and nice just like always. People always said she had nice legs, and men were always whistling at her.
She studied her image in the mirror and figured she looked just the same except maybe a certain new gleam in her eyes and the dried come that covered her snatch. Inside it felt tired but not very sore. Now that her mind was calm she felt glad, all things considered, that she waited until she was married before she did any fucking. She thought the experience had been stronger and more meaningful with Jim than it would have been had she fucked one of her old boyfriends who she never really liked that much. She really loved Jim, and that's why fucking him had been so good. Maybe they might have done it together before they got married, but it wouldn't have been as easy in the front seat of his car. Maybe it was best this way, the right way.
She knocked on the door of the bathroom. "Can I come in?"' she asked. "I've got to go too."
"I was just gonna take a shower."
"You can take it after I'm finished. I've got to go."
He opened the door and they looked at each other shamefacedly. Although they had fucked like wild animals for hours, now they were civilized people again and felt peculiar about being naked in front of each other. She looked down at his pecker and was surprised by how much it had shrunk. It looked so pathetic she wanted to kiss it. There she went again with that crazy thought. Jim slouched out the door, and she closed it behind him. Then she dropped the toilet seat and sat down.
The bathroom was the largest and most luxurious she had ever seen. It was finished in navy blue porcelain and had lots of mirrors, a fancy chandelier, and a sunken bathtub big enough for four people. Flaming red carpet covered the floor and directly facing Patti was a porcelain apparatus that looked like a short water fountain. After treeing and flushing the toilet, Patti walked over to examine it. She turned the chromium lever, water squirted up, and she realized what it was: the bidet. She had read about it in the brochure the hotel sent her and her mother said European ladies used them to keep their vaginas clean.
"You can come in now," Patti called to Jim. He opened the door and stepped into the bathroom.
"You know what this is?" Patti asked, pointing to the bidet.
"Sure. It's a water fountain for kids. I took a drink out of it before, but the water was too warm. It must be broke."
Patti put her hand over her mouth and giggled, and her breasts bounced up and down. "That's no water fountain, Jim. That's a bidet."
"A what?"
"A bidet. Ladies use them to clean out their things."
"They do?"
"That's what my mother told me."
"You're putting me on."
"No I'm not."
Jim wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "Gee, I didn't know that. Yuk!"
"Oh, don't be silly. A lady's thing couldn't taste that bad. Especially if she washed it with one of these."
"Maybe not, but that would be a sick thing to do."
"To use a bidet?"
"No. To taste a lady's thing."
Patti did not answer, not wanting to provoke an argument on their wedding night. But some day after they were married awhile she would have to talk with him about his childish hang-ups. Darn it, she wanted to suck his prick and she wanted him to lick her cunt, and she wasn't going to hide that from herself. She turned on the bidet, adjusted the water until it was lukewarm, and daintily perched herself over it.
Jim watched, fascinated. "What are you doing, Patti?"
"I'm using the bidet to clean myself. Just like all the married ladies do."
Jim wanted to take his shower, but could not turn away from the sight of the water streaming up into Patti's cunt. "Do you mind if I watch?"
"Nope."
He stepped closer, and Patti turned her face away from him. She felt a little shy but she was determined to wash her pussy in front of him. They were going to be married for a long time, maybe forever, and they might as well start getting used to each other. She lowered the lips of her pussy to the spout and let the water shoot in. It felt really good, almost like Jim coming inside of her. And so refreshing, too. She spread open her pussy with her fingers, and the water gurgled inside her. It would make her clean and fresh as a daisy, just like those fancy French women she saw in the magazines and on television. She admired them because they had such sophistication and were very beautiful.
She looked down at the spout of the bidet. It did a very thorough job, she could see that, but she thought maybe they should make the spouts in the shape of men's pricks so that ladies who lived alone could get something resembling a fuck when they were horny. If somebody would do that he'd be a millionaire in a week. Patti thought she might even get one herself in case Jim had to go away some time.
She stepped off the bidet and probed her finger into her cunt. Gee, there was so much room in there now. Well, there should be. Jim had a pretty big prick, and his fingers weren't so small either.
She looked up at him and saw his prick standing straight out in the air like a lance. He was grinning and scratching his balls.
"Is there anything I can do for you, Patti?"
"Would you pass me the soap, please?"
Without a word he went to the chrome cabinet over the sink, opened its mirror door, and removed a bar of soap. He tore off the wrapper and brought it to her, his prick brushing against her leg and giving her a little thrill. She took the soap, worked up some suds with it in her hands, gave Jim the soap back, and then shampooed her blonde cunt. Jim wet his hands in the bidet, rubbed them with soap until they were white, and soaped his cock in long strokes with both hands. He looked like he was running his fists up and down a baseball bat.
Patti felt the pounding of her heart as she looked at him, and her pussy was getting warmer in her hands. They stood for a few minutes masturbating themselves and glaring at each other's sex. Then Jim reached out and wrapped his arms around her.
His prick was soapy and slid against her smooth belly. She hugged him around his shoulders and opened her mouth for the tongue coming at her. He still tasted salty, and to tease him she lightly bit the tip of his tongue. He reached down, hooked his arm underneath her thigh, and yanked her leg into the air. Her cunt spread wide open, soapsuds and all. Here we go again, she thought happily. He bent his knees until his prick was in line with her cunt, grabbed her by the cheek of her ass, and coasted right in. It was so hard, smooth, and good, she almost fainted dead away.
He began to fuck her standing up, but almost immediately they became unsteady and almost fell. So he caught her and her cunt hung on his cock as he walked her to the sink and sat her down. He wrapped one arm around her ass, grabbed a tit with the other, and began fucking her.
She couldn't move much sitting on the sink so she just rested her hands on his hips and let him do his thing. It was kind of luxurious, just leaning back and getting fucked. He was getting pretty good and showing lots of imagination. And his prick felt strong and slick with soap. What a great way to fuck! She looked up at the chandelier and somehow to her dreamy eyes it looked like it was swinging back and forth like a pendulum in time to Jim's energetic strokes. He was a marvelous husband, the best in the world. She knew sooner or later, if they kept going the way they were going, she would suck his prick and he would kiss her pussy. Suddenly he pulled his prick out.
"Are you finished so soon?" she asked, wondering what he was up to now.
"I'm just getting started."
Did Jim really say that? Oh boy, was he going through some changes. She watched in wonderment as he placed her legs atop his shoulders and rammed his prick into her again. She gasped--what a great new position he had found! Where did he learn all this? Who cares! She leaned back lazily, heard him huff and puff, and let him fuck her silly.
Just as she was getting comfortable he pulled his prick out and looked wildly around the room. He grabbed her wrist, pulled her down on the bathroom rug, climbed on top, and started fucking her again with his prick as hard as a rock. He only got about a dozen good strokes in when the buzzer went off.
"What the hell is that?" he muttered.
"Must be room service."
He backed his prick out of her, wrapped a towel around himself, and stormed out of the bathroom. She climbed up from the floor, observed that the last several minutes were like being raped, and decided being raped maybe wasn't so bad. Walking to the shower, she inserted her middle finger into her pussy because she didn't like it to be empty in there anymore. It was hot as a fire and greasy as a bowl of bacon. She turned on the water, adjusted it to a lukewarm temperature; and stepped in. The water roared down on her and invigorated her skin. She soaped her breasts and massaged them beneath the screaming jets.
Suddenly Jim was climbing in with her, his prick sticking out like the branch of a tree.
"Did you take care of the room service waiter?" she asked.
"Yes. And now I'm going to take care of you."
With a strange urgency he put his arm around her shoulder and dragged her down to the shower mat. Water cascaded upon them; some got in her mouth and she had to spit.
"But dinner will get cold," she protested weakly.
He answered by spreading her legs with his hands, racing his peckerhead up and down in the valley of her pussy, and smacking it in her hole. She never thought her wedding night would be like this: getting raped by Jim in the shower with the water on. Back in the office they'd never believe it. It was fantastic, their bodies splashing around and the water pouring down so much she thought she'd drown. She didn't care what happened as long as he kept on fucking her with that magic prick of his. And he did keep fucking. Water and his prick sloshed in and out of her cunt; the sensations were heavenly. Her legs kicked in the air, wrapped around him, made scissor movements, and sometimes lay still when she became tired. His stomach slapped against hers; his hairy chest crushed her tits. His hands held her head and forced her body down on his mighty prick. Water poured off his body on hers, trickled into her ass, and made their bodies slippery. He was like a big sexy sea monster with a prick like a fish. It squirmed round and round inside her and looked for new surfaces to rub against. She closed her thumb and forefinger around its root and felt it slide in and out. She snuggled against his face and bit her lips.
In his enthusiasm Jim tried a stroke that was too long, and his prick fell out into Patti's hand. The sudden motion startled her, and suddenly something hot, slimy, and rubbery was lying in her palm. She could not restrain herself from squeezing it hard--what a marvelous piece of meat it was! At that moment Jim shrieked for joy and twisted his head in the air. She tried to jam the cock back into her cunt but his hips were jitterbugging out of control. All she could do was hold the head of his prick and feel it squirt at her. It had such power! She got the insane idea to scoop up some of his come into her mouth. But she didn't think she could get away with it this time, so abandoned the idea. Jim kept fucking her bravely and she matched his rhythm with the motions of her hand, but after several strokes he sighed loudly and lay still atop her.
She had not come with him but wasn't too disappointed because she had read it didn't work out perfectly every time. She was content to lay there with water pouring on them and Jim's prick in her hand, and because she didn't want to stop moving, absent-mindedly fucked his leg with her pussy. Her movements were slow at first--she didn't know what else to do with herself--but then realized his hairy leg felt very sexy against her wide-open cunt. She took a good grip on his cock and began to take her activity more seriously. Angling her pussy upwards, she clasped her other hand on his leg and mashed into it. Her clit got hotter and she rubbed harder. Up and down, up and down, and now Jim was moving too, trying to help her. He fitted both his hands under her ass and held her tightly against his leg. The hairs on his leg were like wool and they scratched through her cunt like a hundred little devils. She lapped his neck and wiggled her tits against him. Her cunt became hotter and hotter, and she wrapped her legs around him. It was as if she were climbing a fat rope. Faster and faster she climbed, the friction became more intense, the water around her began to boil and--oooohhh!--her pussy burst into flame!
She screamed and writhed on the bottom of the bathtub. Forest fires of love raged over her skin and Jim held her down so she wouldn't hurt herself against the porcelain walls of the tub. She spread her legs wide as she could and hoped all of Jim's leg would fit in her cunt. Ooooooohhhh! She grit her teeth and saliva spattered out of her lips against his face. Her eyes rolled into her head and her body went slack in water, and Jim rocked her pussy to sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
After showering they dined sitting cross-legged and naked on the rug. Jim's prick lay on the floor like a dead snake; her pussy was stretched open and he could see the floppy lips. The lights were low and the radio played soft music.
"This chicken soup is very good," Patti said, placing the last spoonful in her mouth.
"I didn't order it. It just came with the rest. I didn't order the cookies or the coffee either."
"The people in the kitchen must be very thoughtful," Patti said.
They had not eaten since their wedding buffet, so they devoured the food hungrily, not realizing they were ingesting considerable quantities of Duk Toy's aphrodisiac powder. The steak was rare and juicy, and while biting into a piece some gravy dribbled down her right tit. Jim leaned over and obligingly licked it off. She wondered if she dripped some onto her pussy if he'd do the same. He wouldn't, the coward, and she had to admit to herself she wasn't in the mood anyway. She looked at his prick and saw he wasn't either. She hoped his prick didn't get hard too soon, because her pussy ached inside. That bathroom fucking was a little too much. From the corner of her eye she watched Jim eat. His lips were sexy the way he moved them. Someday.
They ate all the cookies, drank two cups of coffee apiece, and polished off half the bottle of champagne. Then they decided to go out for a walk. Patti put on a pale blue skirt and yellow blouse, Jim wore his blue jeans and a polo shirt. Gingerly he opened the door and peeked out into the corridor.
"What are you looking for?" Patti asked.
"I don't know. I feel kind of funny. Everybody'll look at us and know what we've been doing."
"But they've been doing the same thing!"
"Yeah. I guess so."
They stepped into the corridor and closed the door behind them. Walking toward the lobby down a winding corridor, they rounded the first bend and saw a young couple walking toward them. They all smiled at each other shyly and continued walking.
"I bet they just finished doing it like us," Patti whispered to Jim.
The lobby, which they had not noticed when they checked in, was furnished with modem comfortable furniture in solid bright colors. Sitting around were solitary couples who looked self-conscious, or groups of couples speaking and laughing nervously. The lobby was constructed on two levels, and newlyweds were everywhere.
"Let's go outside," Jim said.
As she passed through holding Jim's arm, Patti's mind began to fill with mischievous thoughts. She looked at different couples and wondered how their fucks had been. Some appeared awfully unhappy, maybe the husbands couldn't get hard-ons or maybe the wives' pussies were too small. Or maybe they had been fucking 'before they got married, and now wished they'd waited. Or perhaps they had fucked somebody better before and were now having second thoughts about whom they married.
But there were some who seemed very pleased indeed. Patti imagined she looked like one of those. And there were some older couples who seemed to have a certain kind of wicked contentment. Patti guessed those were the ones who had not only fucked, but had also gone down on each other. Patti was jealous only of them.
They walked outside to the veranda, which was hung with gay Chinese lanterns, and descended to the vast lawn sloping to the banks of the Keemahatchie. Sitting and laying on the grass Were more couples, and like Patti and Jim, they were digesting Duk Toy's magic powder. In a little while the evening's fucking would begin.
Patti and Jim sat on the grass and looked out at the Keemahatchie. It was a cool pleasant night and a full moon shone above the mountains, making a golden path across the water directly towards them. A couple splashed and played in the water like young seals, and from loudspeakers hidden in trees came the soft strains of music.
"This place is really beautiful," Patti said.
Jim smiled, took her hand, and kissed it. "But not as beautiful as you, Patti."
What a sweet thing to say! She looked at him and felt happy and proud that he was her husband. Married life with him certainly appeared promising She felt relaxed and wonderful, but noticed a little warmth starting up in her pussy. Already? She thought she'd better not say anything about it to Jim. She'd exhausted him before in the bathtub and didn't want to frighten him. The sound of footsteps padded closer on the grass and she looked up. Coming toward them was a handsome mature couple, each wearing white slacks and white shirt.
"Hello," said the man, who had a full head of gray hair and a tanned face.
Patti and Jim returned his greeting, and Patti studied the lady, who looked close to forty, elegant, and exotic.
"You're Mister and Mrs. Warren from Scranton, aren't you?"
They admitted they were.
"Well, I'm Winthrop Arbiter, this is my wife Francoise, and I hope you're having a good time at my hotel."
Patti put her hand over her mouth. "Are you the movie star Winthrop Arbiter?"
"I was," Winthrop replied modestly. "Now I'm a hotelman. Mind if we join you?"
"No, of course not," Patti told him. "Gee, I remember seeing you on television. You were a great star!"
"But I bet you don't remember me checking you into the hotel today."
Patti looked confused. "I don't even remember checking in."
They all laughed, and even Jim thought it was funny. Francoise kneeled beside Patti and looked at the surge of her breasts. "I suppose you had sometheeng else on you mind when you were checking een," Francoise said.
Patti blushed and nodded her head yes.
Winthrop began to regale them with stories of his great days in Hollywood, and Patti and Jim listened, enchanted and flattered to be with this famous man. He spoke of actors, actresses, publicity tours, and his favorite pictures, and Francoise moved closer to Patti. When he spoke of a Western he had made, Francoise's knee touched Patti's. Patti noticed, but said nothing. For some strange reason she had been feeling more heat in her pussy, and now Francoise's touch sent a jitter through her. Winthrop spoke of his affection for horses.
"Do you like to ride horses?" Winthrop asked Jim.
"I don't know. I've never been on a horse."
But he rides me pretty good, Patti thought. Why was she so horny? She wished she could be alone with Jim, so she could fuck him again. Looking around her she saw couples walking back toward the hotel. She knew what they were going to do, and she hoped Jim would take the hint.
"Well," said Winthrop, "I've got a stable in back of the hotel. Would you like to go riding?"
"Now?" Jim asked.
"Sure. Why not?"
"What do you think, Patti?" Jim asked.
"I don't feel like going riding now," she answered. Not with a horse, anyway.
"Neither do I," said Francoise. "Why don't you two men go? Patti and I will take a walk in the woods."
Jim, still an athlete at heart, found the prospect of a fast horseback ride appealing. "Do you mind if I go, Patti?"
"Of course not," she said, smiling bravely. "Just don't stay out too late."
"We'll only be gone an hour or so," Winthrop assured her.
Patti watched with deep longing as Jim walked off with Winthrop into the night.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Don't be sad, cherie," Francoise said, touching Patti's cheek. "He'll be back soon. Come weeth me now, and I'll show you something beautiful."
She took Patti's hand and led her across the lawn into the woods. Patti glanced sideways at Francoise's face, and thought it exquisite. Francoise had sharp features, an aquiline nose, and slanted eyes. Her breasts were' small and body slender, and she walked with an alluring liquid motion.
A path fragrant with pine needles led them into the forest. The moonlight made everything glow eerily, and Francoise in her white clothes looked like a ghost. They walked close together, and when their bodies touched Patti felt an increase of heat in her pussy. Oh, how she wished Jim were there!
The path took them to a clearing right on the banks of the river. Tall pine trees circled it like giant gray pillars. Below their feet was a thick cushion of pine leaves. The air was fragrant and sweet. The moon was above and small wavelets lapped the shore.
"Isn't eet lovely here?" Francoise asked.
"It's like a little magic place," Patti said.
"Yes. I often come here alone to relax, and sometimes I breeng weeth me special people I like." Francoise bent her head and kissed Patti's neck.
Patti opened her eyes wide, and a tickle raced up her spine to meet Francoise's lips. What was going on here? She felt she should push Francoise away, but there was something pleasing about the way Francoise was kissing her and she couldn't gather enough will. Francoise reached over and cupped one of Patti's big breasts, and then Patti felt the juices flowing in her cunt again. Oh Jim, she wondered, where are you now? "I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable, cherie," Francoise whispered in her ear.
"No," Patti replied nervously.
"You have nevair made love weeth another woman before?"
Patti shook her head.
"Eet can be very fantastique," Francoise said, moving her hand down and stroking Patti's cunt. "Nobody knows a woman's needs like another woman."
Patti's underpants were getting wet under the manipulations of Francoise. She wished Jim were here so she wouldn't have to make this decision, but he wasn't here--he was out riding a goddamn horse someplace--and letting Francoise touch her wasn't like letting a strange man touch her. And Francoise really knew what she was doing. She was twiddling .Patti's clit with her index finger, and Patti thought Francoise very sexy looking.
"Why don't we lie down, cherie?" Francoise asked, kissing her cheek.
Patti was trembling and she could resist no longer. She turned her face to Francoise, they stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds, and then kissed full on the lips. Patti wrapped her arms around Franpoise's lean waist and opened her mouth. Francoise's tongue shot in, and it tasted like champagne.
And they fell together to the carpet of leaves. With quick deft hands Francoise removed Patti's blouse and brassiere, and Patti's large breasts hung out and shivered in the moonlight. In a few more seconds her skirt and panties were stripped off and she lay naked.
Francoise stood beside Patti and removed her shirt. She wore no brassiere and her breasts were smaller than Patti's. She unbuttoned her slacks and had no panties on. Her pussy was covered with thick black curls. Francoise dropped on top of Patti, pressed their tits together, and licked her tongue. Their pussies touched, juices intermingling, slit running back and forth against slit, and clits searching for each other through the soaking hairs. Francoise's body was lean and hard, and she moved like a wildcat. When their clits touched Patti saw meteors streak across the sky.
"Has anyone evair licked your poosy?" Francoise whispered into Patti's ear.
Patti shook her head.
"Then I weel show you all about eet."
Francoise licked Patti's mouth, chin, and neck. She made her tongue a carousel around each nipple, and slurped down Patti's ribs toward her pussy. Patti felt the fiery tongue eat her belly button, tickle her belly, and disappear into her blond cunt hair. She opened her legs wide and blinked her eyes at the onset of a completely new incredible feeling. Francoise was licking her cunt, up and down in the crack of her cunt, dipping her tongue deep in, nibbling her clitoris, biting her clitoris. Patti laughed and cried and thought she was going mad with the unbelievable stimulation of her juicy clitoris. She worked her hips in fast tempo and fucked Francoise's face wildly. Francoise gulped and groaned, and shot her tongue deep into Patti's cunt again and again for what seemed to be an eternity. Then she withdrew and licked toward Patti's asshole. When Patti realized what was coming next she couldn't believe it. She couldn't imagine anyone doing THAT.
But Francoise's lips and tongue were relentless and they worked their way to Patti's asshole. Patti raised her hips high and Francoise's tongue easily slipped in the little opening. Weird tickles began shooting up her asshole and Patti thought she would die of pleasure right then and there. She yelped and kicked her legs in the air; Francoise held onto the cheeks of Patti's ass and worked her tongue like a piston. Patti massaged her own tits with one hand and caressed her cunt with the other. She stuck her finger deep into her hot steaming hole, then pulled it out and scratched her clitoris.
Francoise had been lying on the grass between Patti's legs. She let her tongue fall out of Patti's ass, picked Patti's hand away from her cunt, and began feasting again on Patti's pussy. While doing so she moved her torso around so that her pussy would be near Patti's face.
"My darleeng," Francoise moaned into Patti's cunt. "Please kees me a little too."
Patti looked to her side and saw Francoise's shiny black pussy. Francoise opened and closed her legs, and Patti saw the red lips oozing juice. Francoise inched her pussy closer to Patti's face, and Patti felt irresistibly drawn to that pulsating black and red flower. She touched with her finger, and it felt soft and warm. She prodded her finger into the hole, and touched fleshy jewels. Francoise's whole body began shaking uncontrollably. She straddled Patti and began fucking her face with her black cunt.
Patti felt wet hair rubbing up and down her cheeks and lips. She stuck out her tongue a bit. Meanwhile, Francoise had her lips around Patti's clit and was trying to suck it out by the roots. Patti's head was spinning and there was only one thing to do. She grasped the cheeks of Francoise's ass and licked her pussy in a frenzy. Francoise moaned up into the hollow of Patti's cunt.
At first Patti licked up and down the crevice, amazed at how soft a pussy could be. It was something like a big complex tongue because of its wetness and the texture of the skin. Yes--an enormous sexy mouth, that's what it was! Patti shot her tongue into the hole and scooped out juice. Both women fucked each other's face and ate like they were starved. They cried out, rolled over on the leaves, and Patti's face became wet with her spit and Francoise's pussy juice. She didn't know where her mouth ended and Francoise's cunt began; it was all the same wonderful slippery substance. And she didn't know where her own cunt ended and Francoise's mouth began--there was just a big flapping and lapping that sent waves of thrills breaking over her. She realized until this day she didn't know anything about anything. Sex was everything in life, and anything else was dull and a waste of time. She shook her ass, wiggled her tongue, and enjoyed an orgasm as she and Francoise rolled joyfully over the leaves.
Afterwards they swam together in the cool Keemahatchie, slithering against each other, touching each other's tits, kissing and rubbing cunts. Francoise had strong lungs and swam underwater beneath Patti's legs, running the full length of her body against her cunt. Then, on the beach again, Francoise lay back with her legs open and Patti went down on her. Patti loved to lick Francoise's cunt and didn't ,realize she was capable of such strong lesbian feelings. Francoise told her different things to do with her tongue and lips, and Patti was a good pupil. She licked all around the rim of Francoise's cunt. She thrust her tongue deep in and worked it like it was a prick. Francoise sighed, raised her legs, and dropped them over Patti's shoulders.
Patti's hands were under Francoise's ass and she ate her like she was a watermelon. Following Francoise's instructions, she made the tip of her tongue round and caught Francoise's clit with it. She massaged it with her lips, took tender bites with het teeth, and Francoise laughed like a madwoman and shook her head on the ground. In a sudden move Francoise raised her ass up, and Patti's tongue was suddenly in Francoise's asshole. She drew her face away quickly, and spit into the leaves.
"What's wrong, cherie? You don't want to kees my asshole? But I keesed yours."
"I don't want to kiss yours."
"Why? You theenk eet's dirty? But we were just swimming together."
"I don't want to," Patti said, shaking her head.
"You are a bad person eef you theenk the human body ees dirty. The human body ees beautiful and wonderful. Every part of eet ees for love. Come, cherie. Just try eet. Try for me, because I am your teacher een thees theengs."
Francoise rolled over and got on her hands and knees. She bowed her head to the ground and stuck her ass right in Patti's face. Patti got on her knees behind Francoise and looked. It was a beautiful, smooth, firm ass, and underneath was the black fuzzy cunt. Patti licked out with her tongue and caught the right lip of Francoise's cunt. She licked again and slid down the crack. The sight of elegant Francoise in that obscene position made her pussy temperature rise. She grabbed Francoise's legs and made huge sweeping laps up and down her cunt. Francoise gave out a thin scream and pushed her ass out even more. Her asshole was right at Patti's nose. Patti sniffed, and smelled nothing. She sniffed harder, and again there was nothing. She reached up with her tongue and gingerly touched it. It was hot. She liked it, and the idea of what she was doing made her pussy quiver. She reached one hand down, rammed two fingers inside her own cunt and fingerfucked herself. Then she made her tongue a hard muscle and poked it into Francoise's asshole. It was a tight little hole. She worked her tongue in and out of Francoise's ass and fingerfucked herself, putting the four fingers of her other hand in Francoise's pussy crack. That gave her leverage to pull Francoise's asshole tight against her mouth. Francoise's asshole was like a tiny mouth and Patti kissed and tongued it passionately. Patti had masturbated herself many times, but never with her mouth sucking a beautiful woman's ass. Francoise was right--there was nothing dirty anywhere in a human body.
At that moment, with that thought, her pussy shivered in orgasm.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jim was not in the hotel room when Patti returned, and she wondered what happened to him. She had been with Francoise almost two hours, and thought she'd have some explaining to do, but now Jim would have to do the explaining. Was he riding horses all this time? She sat on the bed and ate a few cookies thoughtfully left by the maid, and decided maybe she'd better take a shower before Jim arrived.
She stripped in front of the mirror and studied herself. Well, everything was still there. She had done some pretty wild things today but she still looked like the same old Patti. But she knew deep inside where no one could see she knew she was very different. The world was a completely different place now that she knew about fucking, and about her lesbian tendencies. Jim could take care of the first part, and as for the rest, well, she'd just have to be careful.
She poised herself over the bidet and washed out her pussy. There wasn't much to clean, but she wanted to be fresh for whenever. the moment came when. Jim would go down on her. She didn't know when that would be, but she hoped it would be soon, hopefully on their honeymoon. And she hoped she could suck his prick, too. That was one of the major things she had not done yet. She would consider herself a partial virgin until she had his big prick squirting come into her mouth. The other major thing was that she wanted Jim to fuck her in her ass. They would be at the Brentwood Honeymoon Hotel for a week, and at the rate she was going there should be plenty of time.
The air-conditioning made the room cool, so she took a steaming hot shower. The jets of water attacked her skin fiercely and made it sting. She sang a song and soaped the hairs of her pussy, then worked her hands under and washed her ass, knowing she could never do as good a job as Francoise's tongue. Francoise wouldn't have to do much ass-washing tonight either.
Standing under the shower soaping her tits she was surprised at herself for doing what she had done with Francoise, but she had been so horny and Francoise just happened to be there touching all the right spots. That Francoise was really something! She'd probably done lots of strange sex things in her life. Patti wished Francoise lived next door in Scranton. Then when Jim was away they could make wonderful lesbian love together. Patti would never fuck another man, but another woman was all right. In fact, it was more than all right--it was terrific.
After finishing her shower she rubbed herself dry with a big towel, patted her pussy with it, found her suitcase, and took out the long slinky gown and the panties that matched it. To hell with the panties! She tossed them into a drawer. She stood before the mirror and slid into the sheer gown. She turned around and looked over her shoulder, and could see the crack of her ass. Patti decided then and there with her new lesbian eyes that she was a very sexy number. She had a nice ass, big tits, and a cute face. Her legs, though not long, were smoothly sculptured. Francoise was an elegant woman but Patti was a completely different type: just plain sexy in a girlish sort of way.
Patti turned on the television, lay on the bed, and munched more cookies. Where the hell was her husband? On the television a somber commentator was talking about a war. Men were so stupid, always going to war. Why didn't they just stay home and fuck? Fucking must be more fun than shooting people. Then she thought maybe the people who start wars don't like to fuck or don't have anybody to fuck, and that's why they started wars. Patti ate more cookies and listened ,to the weatherman promise a sunny warm day for tomorrow. Then came the late movie.
Suddenly the door burst open and Jim charged into the room. Patti jumped a few inches off the bed and covered her pussy and tits, but relaxed when she saw it was him. He had one hand in his pocket, his eyes were glazed, and his chest heaved.
"What's wrong?" Patti asked, a little alarmed.
"Oh, Patti, I've just had the most terrible time," Jim gasped. "I was out horseback riding with Winthrop way down the river and I started thinking about you and all the things we'd been doing together and I got so horny I started to go crazy." He removed his hand from his pocket and it looked like he had a lead pipe underneath. "I don't want to impose on you or anything but if I don't fuck you right now I think they'll have to send me to an insane asylum."
Patti stared at the swelling in his jeans. "They won't have to do that," she said with a smile, raising her nightie and showing him her cunt.
A growl erupted from his throat. He tore off his shirt, jumped out of his pants, and dived on Patti before she could get her nightie above her tits. She felt like she was playing football and had just been tackled. Next thing she knew his angry muscled cock was ripping into her cunt, and his roaring passion ignited her imagination. She was getting raped by a handsome man who smelled like wild horse. He bit her cheeks and ears, chewed her hair, sucked her closed eyes, and sucked her lips with his tongue. He drove his deprived prick into her all the way, yanked back, and began an impassioned beat. There was no tenderness, no consideration, only a tornado of breathing and an insistent prick that seemed angry with her.
Patti fought back with her pussy. So aroused was she with her rape fantasy that she wanted to overwhelm his prick with her cunt, for how else could she stop him? He punched his prick at her, and she punched back. He punched again and she moved her pussy to the side, bending his prick. Again he smashed into her, and this time she squeezed her pussy tight around it, trying to strangle it. To distract him she stuck her middle finger all the way into his ass, but it only made him go faster. His hands clawed at her body and tore her nightgown. When he had a breast exposed he hunched his shoulders, and still fucking her with great urgency, swooped his face down and tried to suck it in his mouth. Saliva oozed from his mouth and made tiny rivulets crisscrossing her ribs. She pulled his hair, pinched his ear, and bit his nose--not hard, of course, but just enough to make the game seem real. Jim positioned his hands under her ass, gave her four strong strokes, and coughed as if he were choking to death. His prick spouted fiery sap into her and her cunt hair became soggy. But he didn't miss a stroke and kept fucking her like his life depended on it. She decided he could not be stopped, he would fuck her until she died, and it would be a great way to go. She lay back limp and let him do it to her.
Her docility seemed to make him mad. He pinched her ass to get her moving, bit her ear hard, and smacked his stomach against hers. When she still didn't move, he reached his hand around her ass to her crotch, stretched his fingers, and snatched a pussy lip. He twiddled it in his fingers and pulled her pussy wider. She could stay still no longer. She swore at him, made a fist and hit his arm, and fucked him with a smooth action. Maybe she could wear his prick down, maybe she could last longer than he. Her pussy palpitated with enjoyment; rough sex was every bit as good as tender sex. He worked his arms under her and hooked a shoulder in each hand, brutally pulling her down on his prick. It thrust in deeper. She angled her ass so his prick would stroke her clitoris. She hugged his humping ass; he pummeled away at, her cunt, and she realized she might not outlast him after all. This was her wedding night, and here came her wedding orgasm.
"Come with me--please!" she shouted into his ear.
He increased his tempo and held her face in his hands. Her pussy shuddered and she was wracked with paroxysms of exultation. She dug her nails into his back and gritted her teeth as he fired jets of come up her cunt. Her pussy could not hold it all and it spilled out down her ass to the already sodden sheets. The lips of her pussy caressed and kissed his squirting pecker; he howled into the pillow and it sounded as if he were crying.
Finally exhausted, she went slack on the bed, but he kept on fucking her. She couldn't believe it; he was unstoppable. She closed her eyes and noticed he was slowing like an old automobile engine coming to rest. His strokes became shorter, his movements lazier, and he dragged to a stop. Patti closed her eyes and floated off to sleep with his prick still, in her.
* * *
She awoke in the middle of the night and at first didn't know where she. was. The mattress didn't feel normal, the room appeared larger than her bedroom, and there was someone in bed with her! The mattress felt wet underneath her, and then she remembered the fucking, the shower, Francoise, everything. Like the song said, what a difference a day makes. She looked at Jim and saw him lying on his side and facing away from her. His ass looked as hairy as a monkey's, and impulsively she touched her finger to it. He didn't move--he must be sound asleep.
She arose and tiptoed sleepily to the bathroom, closed the door behind her, sat on the toilet, and urinated. Then she rinsed out her cunt in the bidet, and washed her hands and face in the sink. On the way back to bed she passed a window and peeked out the venetian blinds. The full moon hovered over a mountaintop and made twinkles on the surface of the Keemahatchie.
She returned to the bed, and Jim groaned. He made some sucking noises with his . mouth and rolled over on his back. Patti was amazed by what she saw. He had a tremendous hardon and it stood in the air like a pole, moving in time to his breathing. What a monster it was--what a vicious muscular thing! Patti moved her face closer to examine it, but the room was dark and all she could make out was the prick's ominous-looming shape. With an eerie tune playing in her mind, she got up from the bed, walked to the window, and opened the blinds.
The room was bathed in soft moonlight, and Jim didn't stir. Her cunt burned softly as she tiptoed to the bed and knelt upon it. Now she could see the little slit of a hole atop it, and the sharp ridge of its helmet. It looked purple in the moonlight, and its shank light blue. She put her face close to it and sniffed there was a strong male odor emanating from it. She wondered what crazy sexy dream made it stiff, and she would have bet the dream was of her. She reached out her finger and touched his thigh, and he did not move. She touched her finger lightly to the hole atop his prick, and still he did not move. Her heart raced wildly and moisture increased in her cunt. She wanted to suck his prick more than anything; it was only inches from her salivating mouth, and she could not control herself. Maybe if she just kissed it he wouldn't notice. Just a soft kiss and then she'd lie back and fingerfuck herself while looking at that handsome weapon.
She leaned forward and placed her hands on the bed. Her face came closer and closer to his cock. Hair furled around its root and actually grew on the bottom of his prick. Looking straight down on it she saw it was not round but rather oval, like her mouth. She ran her finger through her cunt, and it came out hot and wet.
She touched his prick lightly with the tip of her nose, and a thrill went through her. She pursed her lips and kissed it on the bottom of its head in a soft fleshy spot. An artery in her neck began to thump and she became dizzy. She moved her head back and looked at his face. He was still sleeping soundly, taking deep breaths. She perched her head over that miraculous cock and kissed the little hole on top. Her tongue ventured out and touched the tiny opening. It was wet there, and tasted salty. That was all she intended to do; she should lay back now and masturbate herself, but she couldn't move her mouth off his prick. She had been thinking about doing this for a long time, and couldn't stop herself. She didn't care if he awakened and slapped her; she wanted more.
She opened her mouth and let his bulbous peckerhead slip in. It was the smoothest thing her tongue had ever touched and it twitched in her mouth as blood pumped into it. Jim's prick was in her mouth! It was a dream come true. She was giving Jim a blowjob! The thought excited her; she took its shank in her fist to steady it, and took more of it into her mouth. It jutted against the roof of her mouth so she angled her head so she could suck his prick in deeper. She wanted it to fill her mouth completely, so inched down until it appeared at the opening of her throat. Now she had him where she wanted him, her mouth burst with his prick, but there was still a lot of prick to go. She pushed down hard. He entered. her throat, and she dropped her hand to his soft balls. There--she had done it. She was a virgin in her mouth no more. Moonlight streamed through the blinds and she kneeled still with Jim's prick in her mouth and throat, one hand on his balls, and her other hand reaching to rub her cunt. It was a blissful moment for Patti--the fulfillment of a dream.
And Jim's hand came to rest on her golden hair. "Patti," he whispered into the night, "I was having the most terrific dream that you were doing that to me, and I opened my eyes, and you were. Oh Patti! He rolled his hips and his prick twisted around in her mouth.
Patti's heart filled with joy. She didn't have to be careful now--she could give him a real fantastic blowjob! She moved her head up and his prick passed through her mouth. Halfway up she twirled her tongue around it and sucked hard, and he moaned at the ceiling. She brought her left hand up from her cunt and clasped his root while her right hand cradled and caressed his balls. She worked her head up and down and his prick slipped through her mouth. I'm giving Jim a blowjob! I'm a cocksucker! She made circles and sweeping oblongs with her head that bobbed frantically up and down on Jim's cock. Her mouth made bubbles of saliva appear on it and she blew him while jerking him off with her hand. Now she was in control, now she was the master. He groaned and whimpered underneath her and his head rolled from side to side on the pillow. She sucked his prick furiously to repay him for the brutal way he fucked her earlier. Up and down she went, slurping all over his prick. She held her breath and rammed .it deep into her throat, his crotch hairs becoming a mustache and beard around her mouth. But she couldn't hold her breath for long so reluctantly pulled back until his juicy round pecker head was right in the middle of her mouth. She tightened her lips around his prick, pressured it with her tongue and worked her head up and down because she wanted him to come in her mouth. To stimulate him more she positioned her hands on the bottom of his cock and jerked him off while giving him a blowjob. Her mouth rode up and down over Jim's prick and she remembered a girl in high school, Mary Gomes, who had a bad reputation. Everybody talked about how she blew almost every boy on the basketball team, and none of the nice girls like Patti ever had anything to do with her. But now, with a fat cock in her own mouth, Patti envied Mary Gomes. Patti wished she had blown every boy on the basketball team. They were all really good-looking.
Jim was grunting and moving around on the bed. His prick changed position in her mouth.
"Patti, move yourself up here," he wheezed. "I want to kiss yours too."
Kiss mine too? Patti thought she died and went to heaven. She side-stepped on her knees around the bed and kneeled so that her pussy was over Jim's face. It tingled at the thought of him looking up at it, and he wrapped his arms around her ass and pulled it down toward his face. She felt -something pointed--it must have been his nose--moving all around her cunt. He was sniffing to see if he'd like it. She hoped he did, and when she felt something soft on her clit she knew it was his lips planting a kiss. She sucked his cock madly and felt an exploratory lick in her crack, then another, and then about twenty more in rapid succession. He liked it!
She kissed his mouth with her pussy and mangled his prick with her tongue. She thought maybe she'd tone down the blowjob so he could eat her pussy for a longer time. She held the bottom of his prick tight and licked it as though it were a lollipop. Her tongue raced and searched all around its head, into the tiny slit hole, through the big ridges, and up and down the sides. She worked her head down to the bottom of the stem and kissed first his left ball, then his right, and then stuffed them both into her mouth and started to hum. This was a hum-job. One of the girls in the office had told her a hum-job dirty joke once, and Patti never forgot it. His balls spun around slowly in her mouth, she ran her tongue over the hair bag that enclosed them, and afterwards licked her way back to his prick. Jim ate her cunt like he was afraid it would melt before he finished, and he rocked the bed and made its joints squeak. Patti wanted him to put his whole head in there. She held his prick with both hands and stuffed it into her mouth. Biting it lightly with her teeth, she felt she had complete power over him--she could bite it right off if she wanted to. But she didn't want to. She closed her lips around his prick and sucked it with all her might. Her head worked up and down and she tasted salty dew at the tip of his prick while her lips became bruised on its flexed muscle. Jim's tongue was shooting in and out of her hole and the room was filled with sucking and slurping noises. Patti felt an orgasm being sucked out of her. It was right on the tip of her tongue where she sucked Jim's prick, but through her cunt he was coaxing it toward his mouth. She felt the orgasm blaze its way into her mouth, down her throat, into her stomach. She felt every inch of its progress as she sucked his prick harder to make him come too. Like a star radiating exquisite sensual delights, her orgasm rolled down into her pussy where Jim caught it with his tongue and lights started flashing in the room. Patti felt Jim was trying to suck her whole being into his mouth and the lips of her pussy quaked and shuffled when all at once Jim's prick exploded violently in her mouth! Her throat was flooded with hot salty come. She coughed, spit, and his prick fell out of her mouth and shot thick gobs of come onto her face and into her hair. Jim roared and snorted in her cunt and she grabbed his prick that shot into the air like a geyser and put it back in her mouth. She moaned, sucked, and licked his prick while come dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin. Up and down her head went as she swallowed as fast as she could and her cheeks puffed out with come. She felt soaked from the waist up with his juice and from the waist down with her own. Jim's tongue wiggled in her cunt and now that his prick stopped firing she wrung it with her hands to get every last drop. She sucked with all her might again and again, and finally there was nothing but Jim's prick softening in her mouth. Exhausted by her efforts, she lay her head on his wet thigh and kept his prick in her mouth because she didn't ever want to let it go. Smaller and smaller it shrank; from a big angry club it was becoming a pitiful little thing. She licked and sucked it a few times, but knew it was all over. Finally Jim's cock became very small and slipped out of her mouth.
Patti raised herself from Jim's crotch and collapsed beside him on her back. She licked her mouth and lips and swallowed the drying come that now had the consistency of jelly. When she closed her eyes she realized her lashes were covered with come too.
CHAPTER NINE
The dining room was large, hung with crystal chandeliers, and filled with round tables. Patti and Jim gave their names to Ronald, the British maitre d', who flicked through some cards.
"Ah yes, Mister and Mrs. Warren," he said. "You checked in yesterday and haven't dined with us yet. Right this way please."
He led them across the dining room and Patti was surprised she didn't blush at what Ronald said. She supposed she was getting used to all the fucking and sucking, and talk about it didn't faze her anymore. Jim had been so nonchalant he acted like he didn't even hear Ronald.
Ronald was tall, thin, and immaculately dressed in a blue blazer and gray slacks. He had been discovered in a fish and chips restaurant in London by Francoise. His brisk English style of fucking and her French virtuoso skills mixed well together and after ten straight hours of sex in his Soho attic she offered him a position at the Brentwood Honeymoon Hotel. He graciously accepted.
At a round table next to the windows Patti noticed Francoise and Winthrop Arbiter holding court with two couples. Francoise smiled warmly when she saw Patti, and Winthrop rose to his feet and extended his hand to Jim. Ronald pulled out two chairs at the table, bowed, and returned to his post at the door.
"How have you two been?" Winthrop inquired.
"Fine," Jim said, sitting down and grabbing a slice of pumpernickel bread from the roll basket.
"We meesed you at breakfast this morning," Francoise said.
"We slept a little late," Patti replied sweetly.
"So did everyone else!" roared the genial Winthrop. "My wife and I were here practically alone this morning. My breakfast cooks were shooting craps on the steam table."
Everyone laughed and Winthrop then introduced Patti and Jim to the other two couples at the table. To his left he introduced Mario and Anita Mastachenza. Mario was thick-set and hook-nosed; Anita had enormous breasts, even bigger than Patti's, and sexy full lips. They were both about thirty years old. On his right Winthrop introduced Marge and Al Simmons, the attractive young couple Patti and Jim passed in the corridor the night before.
Patti and Jim ordered a complete meal. Winthrop winked and passed them a platter of oysters, and again began to speak of his great days as a Hollywood star. He told of a scene where he was playing a Tahitian sponge diver, and while making love to his leading lady before the underwater cameras they both got carried away and almost drowned. Francoise chuckled at the story, Winthrop was such a ham. They were joined by another couple, Franz and Wilhelmina Schlieffen, and the table was complete. The Schleiffens were both blonde, quite tall, and very athletic looking. Patti guessed they probably had some marathon fucks together. His hair was trimmed short, hers fell to a point below her shoulders and she wore no makeup.
They all ate heartily and drank the champagne Winthrop offered them on the house. Great quantities of Duk Toy's magic powder were consumed by all, and Francoise was amused by thoughts of the tornados of passion to be unleashed in about an hour or so. She thought perhaps it might be time to make arrangements for her amusement, so introduced a new note into the conversation.
"You know," she said, "I've been theenking lately that maybe people in love spend too much time together. I see newlyweds come here on honeymoons and nevair leave each other's sight, not once, the whole time they're here. I think thees ees unhealthy because eet makes you rely too much on each other."
"I agree," said Winthrop on cue, having given this performance before. "You young people never give each other the opportunity to develop as individuals."
A brisk discussion ensued. Most of the newlyweds argued that the purpose of a honeymoon was to bring the married couple together and permit each partner to learn about the other. This, they contended, would get the marriage off to a good start.
"I theenk you misunderstand me," Francoise replied to them. "I'm not saying you should stay apart. I'm only suggesting eet might be healthy if you went separate ways for two or three hours of the day. I theenk that might aid your growing understanding of each other by putting the relationship in perspective."
Patti shrugged her shoulders and sliced into fat slices of roast beef. Francoise's argument made perfect sense to her, yet so did the rebuttal made by the other newlyweds. One of Patti's problems was that almost all arguments made sense to her.
Marge Simmons leaned forward to speak. "It's strange we're having this conversation," she said, "because Al and I were saying almost the same thing this morning. In substance we've already agreed with what Francoise has proposed. We'll be apart this afternoon--Al's going into town to look at some old Revolutionary War documents at the library, and I'm going to play tennis. The only problem is that I don't have a partner. Tennis anyone?"
Jim, who was worried about becoming a sex degenerate, thought it might be a good idea to pass a few hours in wholesome athletics away from Patti.
"I'll play with you," he told Marge, and when everyone started laughing at him, he blushed slightly and added, "tennis, that is."
Patti frowned. "Looks like I'm a widow already."
"You exaggerate, cherie," Francoise admonished her. "You'll only be apart for a small fraction of the afternoon. You will have the chance to think about your husband and maybe miss him more. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say."
"But what will I do?"
"What do you do at home?"
Patti thought for a few moments. "I like to try new recipes in the kitchen, but I don't think I could do that here."
Trying to be helpful, Winthrop began to list the Brentwood Honeymoon Hotel's many facilities, its golf course, swimming pools, cocktail lounges, and so forth.
"No," replied Patti, "I don't feel up to any of that. I think I'll just take a quiet walk in the woods."
"A wonderful idea!" Winthrop exclaimed. "That's just what I had planned. My chef has a cottage on the lake and I was going to visit him. Why don't you come along with me?"
"Why, I'd love to," Patti said, beaming. She felt attracted to the ex-movie star and flattered by his invitation.
Patti and Jim shot nervous glances at each other, and Francoise made her move. "I had planned to take my motorboat out on the Keemahatchie this afternoon and maybe stop at one of the islands. Would anyone like to accompany me?"
"What kind of motorboat?" asked Mario Mastachenza.
"A Donzi. The fastest one they make."
"Count me in," said Mario.
"Can you pull a waterskier?" asked Franz. "Only if he is very brave."
Franz puffed out his chest. "I'll go too, if you don't mind."
"Oh, I don't mind," Francoise replied, sipping her glass of iced tea. "I only hope you handsome young gentlemen won't mind being with an old lady." Tanned and smooth skinned, she looked like anything but an old lady and knew it.
Anita Mastachenza turned to Wilhelmina Schlieffen. "Well, honey, it looks like the two of us are gonna be together this afternoon. What do you like to do second best?"
Wilhelmina wrinkled her tanned nose. "I feel kind of tired. Why don't we just lie in the sun near the pool?"
"Sounds good to me. Sunshine and Tom Collins." She looked at her husband and winked. "I could use some rest too."
They all laughed as dessert was placed before them.
Rays of sunlight knived through the branches of trees, and birds sang in the air as Patti and Winthrop strolled into the forest. Lingering on Patti's tongue was the taste of Jim's lips from his goodbye kiss at the tennis courts. He looked splendid in his white outfit, so muscular and athletic. Patti hated to leave him with the gorgeous Marge but felt Francoise was right; it would only be for a few hours.
Leaves crackled beneath their feet, insects chirped, the air smelled clean and woodsy. Winthrop wore his blue and white striped shirt half unbuttoned to his navel, and. his hairy chest exploded forth. Patti considered him a very handsome man for his age, or any age for that matter. She remembered seeing him in scores of movies as a cowboy, private detective, or soldier. When she was a little girl she had a crush on him, and now here she was walking all alone with him. She felt a slight warmth in her pussy when she looked at him but attributed it to the exercise and not Duk Toy's secret potion, of which she had no knowledge.
Winthrop had knowledge, and therefore understood his hardon. But Patti's sexy beauty gave it a special focus. Francoise had told him everything of her encounter with the passionate young girl, and Winthrop had since been visited by erotic fantasies of Patti and he together. He walked along and spoke of his favorite subject, himself, sneaking appreciative glances at various points of Patti's anatomy, especially her tits and ass. How he would love to grab that ass! How he would love to bite those tits! And how he would love to press his lips to her pussy, hidden now, but hopefully soon to be revealed.
Duk Toy's cottage was constructed along the lines of a Chinese pagoda. It was painted orange and yellow, and beside it grew his garden which he was tending when he saw Winthrop and the pretty blonde approaching on the path. He was barefoot and wore only a pair of white walking shorts; his golden muscles rippled in the sun.
At their introduction Patti felt both frightened and fascinated by Duk Toy. He looked cruel, and yet extremely handsome. His pants were tight and she could see the outline of his prick. It was enormous, and she felt that old familiar itch in between her legs. He invited them inside for tea, and there, laying on the floor, was Ronald, the maitre d' smoking an ornate waterpipe filled with opium.
Duk Toy had known in advance of Patti's visit, and made a few simple preparations. A vial of his magic powder in faster-acting form stood in the kitchen by the teapot, and he poured a hefty dose into Patti's cup. A vial of another liquid was in the bathroom. Each man was to sprinkle some of that on his prick, its effect being to draw intense sexual attention to that organ.
But unknown to Duk Toy, Patti was already quite horny. She could not help noticing Winthrop's massive hardon, she felt palpitations whenever she saw Duk Toy's, and Ronald was sitting in such a way that she could see right up his kimono to his prick and balls.
They all sat on the floor and sipped tea. Winthrop told how everyone had agreed to separate from their spouses that afternoon, and Duk Toy and Ronald thought that was a good idea. Actually they knew it was, for they had been through this routine before.
"What's in the pipe?" Patti asked.
"Oh, a special tobacco from China," Duk Toy replied. "It's much different from American tobacco. It very sweet, make you feel very nice. Try some."
"Oh, I don't smoke," Patti replied, shaking her head.
"Just taste. To see."
Ronald passed her the mouthpiece, and she put it in her mouth. It reminded her of a skinny prick, and the thought made a tremor pass through her pussy. She placed it between her lips, inhaled the smoke, and immediately began coughing. Duk Toy patted her on the back.
"You take too much," he said, admiring her large breasts. "Take a little less this time."
She tried again, inhaling only a very small quantity of the smoke. Mmmmm. That wasn't bad at all. She inhaled some more, and began to feel very relaxed. She looked around at the bamboo mats on the floor, the golden gong hanging in the corner, and the incense burners sending smoke into the air. What a pleasant way to spend an afternoon! She finished her cup of tea and leaned back against some pillows. One by one she heard the men excuse themselves and go to the bathroom.
Patti began to feel like she was floating around the room. It was a peculiar feeling but she was so relaxed and comfortable it didn't bother her. Neither did the increasing warmth in her pussy. She would just be patient and wait until she was back with Jim in the privacy of their hotel room. They would have a few good fucks, she would blow him, and maybe then she'd feel all right.
The men sat and spoke of hotel business matters while Patti listened absent-mindedly. How lucky she was to be in such a nice place with three attractive men. And how unusual they were. Winthrop was handsome and cuddly, like a special uncle; Duk Toy appeared ferocious but strangely appealing; Ronald looked like the worst sort of slippery sex fiend, and that excited her. She found herself staring at their crotches, and they all had hardons. Winthrop and Duk Toy had enormous pricks, at least three inches bigger than Jim's, to judge from their outlines under their clothes. Ronald's which she could see from time to time underneath his kimono, was smaller than Jim's and looked fragile and cute. She wondered what it would be like to fuck three men at once, and her pussy began to heat and itch. She moved her legs, because the itch was becoming troublesome. My goodness, would she have to go to the bathroom and play with herself a bit? But she didn't want to leave the company of these men, but the fire between her legs needed quenching. If only she could put her finger in her pussy and scratch. It was becoming unbearable.
"Is anything wrong, dear?" asked Winthrop.
"No," Patti gasped. "I don't think so."
"You look like something happen," Duk Toy said, moving closer to her. "I getting worried about you."
"Me too," added Ronald, and they all moved around her, the presence of their pricks making her perspire.
"Does it hurt somewhere?" Winthrop asked, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Where?"
"Oh," Patti moaned, losing her mind now to the ripples of lust sweeping her. She squeezed her legs together to try and stop the tickles.
The men were touching her body.
"Does it hurt here?" Winthrop asked, touching a breast.
"Here?" Duk Toy massaged her neck.
"Here?" Ronald stroked her leg.
"I don't know," Patti whimpered.
Winthrop touched his hand to her shorts right over her pussy, and she shuddered on the floor.
"Why, I believe it's here," he said, running his finger up and down in the fold of her crotch.
Patti sighed, and in seconds they were all over her, removing her clothes, tearing off theirs, pricks sticking out at her everywhere, fingers in her cunt, lips sucking her tits, fingers pinching her nipples. She couldn't resist, and didn't want to. It was either fuck or die.
"Oh, you poor dear," Winthrop said, genuine concern in his voice. "Let me kiss it better."
He spread her legs, parted her pussy lips with his fingers, and commenced licking. His mustache tickled her clitoris. She felt his tongue twist and flop, maddeningly searching into crevices, folds, and hidden passages. She wrapped her legs around his neck and let him go to town. The famous Winthrop Arbiter going down on her!
Something touched her mouth. She opened her eyes and became 'horrified by the sight of the most enormous prick she could imagine. It was golden and hung suspended from Duk Toy's almost hairless crotch. He held it in one hand while his other cupped her head and raised it from the pillow. Its angry head nudged her lips open. She shook her head, was frightened it might rip her mouth open or choke her to death, but there was something alluring about the smell emanating from it, its awesome pulsations, and its giant size. This was a prick, not a toy. It was meant for serious fucking and sucking. Her shoulders trembled and pussy blazed. Only yesterday she had been a girl, but today she was woman enough to try.
"Please," Duk Toy whispered, squatting in front of her face. "Please."
She took it in her hand, and noticed her fingers and thumb could not close around it. She licked its head with her tongue. The top of its head was smooth and oval, but the bottom reminded her of two spheres that had been joined together, something like the two cheeks of an ass. She licked the cleavage where they met, the slit at the top where she could actually fit the tip of her tongue in, and then her tongue made circles around it all. Meanwhile, Winthrop sucked her pussy as though it was filled with honey, and Ronald wriggled himself under Duk Toy and chewed her nipples. Patti never believed such sexual pleasure could be possible. Inflamed with lust, she opened her mouth wide and tried to glide the golden prick in. But her mouth was too small. She strained wider and felt Duk Toy easing forward; her lips stretched and suddenly the top of his prick was in her mouth. The pleasure it gave almost made her faint dead away. But still it came; she could not stop it. This was not like blowing Jim, where she controlled it all. The mad Chinaman was holding her head, she lay helpless on his floor, and it looked like he planned to fuck her in the mouth with his incredible giant cock. A slick perspiration of fear broke out on her forehead. But now, he seemed to know when to stop. When he touched the back of her throat he stopped, then eased back. He glided that huge bulbous thing out, slowly swiveled his hips around, and pushed back in. He didn't want to hurt her; he acted like he only wanted to give her pleasure. Reassured that she would not be killed, she let her tongue go wild on his cock. She licked the massive head, curving cheeks, dilating slit--everything.
Something new was happening down below. The mouth went away, her legs were lifted in the air, and a big cock rubbed up and down in her pussy. She guessed it was Winthrop's because Ronald's simply wasn't that large. Somehow Winthrop was jamming in from behind. Now she had a prick in her cunt and another in her mouth! She squeezed her legs around the one down there, and gave a good suck to the one in her mouth. Both pricks moved in and out of her in perfect rhythm, and she felt alternately stuffed full and emptied. Then she felt sorry for Ronald, who dutifully chewed her tits, but had nowhere to put his poor prick. She felt for his body, followed it down, and finally found his long slender prick sticking straight out in the air like a piece of hot steel. She clutched onto it and started jerking him off, and put the fingers of her other hand in Duk Toy's ass. Now her stimulation seemed complete.
Then she thought of something. With her hand she pulled Duk Toy's prick out of her mouth. It departed with a loud sucking noise.
"What wrong?" Duk Toy asked. "You no like my prick?"
"I wonder if one of you would do me a favor?" Patti asked sweetly.
"What is it, my dear?" Winthrop's voice came from around her right shoulder someplace.
"Well," Patti said, becoming a little shy, "I wonder if. one of you might possibly put your thing in my behinds"
"Which of us would you prefer?"
"Ronald?"
"I was hopin' you'd say that, Miss. I'm at yer service."
Patti shook her head. "But I don't know how we'll do it. What position, I mean."
"We know," Winthrop replied.
Pricks fell from her pussy, hand, and line of vision. Duk Toy reached under her, armpits and pulled her flat on the floor, then moved away. She looked up and saw three men looking down greedily at her and playing with their pricks. If her mother could only see her now.
Winthrop stepped forward and smiled. "I'm first," he said.
With his prick in his hand he kneeled between her legs, wiping the fingers of his other hand through her pussy crack. He tasted his wet fingers and made a happy face, then rubbed his prick into her pussy. He lay on top of her and she exhaled as the monster invaded her again. Deeper and deeper he came, inch by inch he burrowed up and in, and her pussy surrendered gladly. She spread her legs wide for the old movie star, and looking up saw Duk Toy jerking off. Winthrop wiggled his ass to make his prick more comfortable inside her, then kissed her nose.
"You're such a delightful child," he said. "If I were younger I'd ask you to marry me."
He wrapped his arms around her waist and began to rock from side to side on the floor. Was this a new way to fuck? Patti wondered. Then, suddenly they rolled over, and when Patti opened her eyes she was laying on top of Winthrop and his prick was still in her quivering cunt.
He kissed her nose again. "It's easy when you know how," he told her.
Duk Toy dropped to the floor above her head, and walked like a crab toward her, his prick in the air like a derrick. Winthrop moved his head to the left, lifted it, and dropped it on Duk Toy's thigh. The great golden prick was in front of her face again and this time she wasted no time. She took it in both her hands and covered it with kisses while Winthrop rocked her up and down on his cock and smiled approvingly. Something cold slapped into the crack of her ass. In her rising delirium, she remembered Ronald's mission. He must be putting Vaseline in her ass. His fingers were deft and found the hole immediately. Into it he stuffed gobs of Vaseline, and Patti figured she'd better wait until he got his prick in before she swallowed Duk Toy's.
She felt Ronald mount her. He breathed heavily and his body shook uncontrollably. His prick knocked at the doors of her asshole, entered a bit, made a few circles and tentative dips, and then dropped straight in. Patti felt like she might burst wide open below. A prick in her cunt and another prick in her ass! It was a dream come true. Winthrop and Ronald began to fuck her, and in her hands was the biggest prick in the world. She opened her mouth, tensed her neck, and bowed down on it. It filled her mouth to bursting and kissed her tonsils.
She closed her eyes and almost passed out. There was nothing more she could ask for in this life, unless maybe somehow Jim could be all of these men at once, or at least one of them. But no, that wouldn't be right. Jim was special for her. He was for one-to-one, straight-on sex. Well, maybe not so straight-on the way things were going with them lately. Then she told herself to stop thinking and start enjoying all that wonderful prick. She sucked the prick in her mouth while the two below rammed in and out of her.
Her mouth had never been this full of anything before, and only the head of Duk Toy's prick was in her. Her hands, one on top of the other, jerked him off with a simultaneous pumping and wringing motion. The flat of her tongue lapped the underneath of his prick while its top rubbed the roof of her mouth. Duk Toy rolled his hips smoothly at her, and her head bobbed up and down. It was a delicious fat wonderful prick, and it made Patti's mouth happy.
"You're marvelous, my dear," Winthrop sighed in her ear.
Her pussy kissed his prick in gratitude for his kind remark. Whenever Patti moved her ass up on Winthrop's prick, Ronald's jabbed in at the same time. Ronald slobbered at the back of her neck, sending weird tickles up and down her spine. His hands held her hips as though they were the handles of her body, and he fucked her with wild abandon. She removed one hand from Duk Toy's mighty prick and reached back to her asshole, where she held her palm against his flat stomach and let his prick pierce through her fingers to her asshole. With her other hand she fondled Duk Toy's balls, which were as big as plums.
"How're we doing, boys?" Winthrop asked.
"I'm about ready to come," Ronald wheezed.
"How about you, Duk Toy?"
"Anytime you say, boss."
"Okay," Winthrop said softly. "Let's give it to her good."
Give it to me good? Patti thought. Suddenly earthquakes began to strike her three orifices. Duk Toy was actually holding her by her ears and trying with repeated strenuous thrusts to ram his prick down her throat, where she knew it would not fit. Winthrop bucked and pitched on the floor, his cock shooting in and out of her like a piston. And Ronald fucked her ass so hard he made her fart. They're going to kill me now, she thought. This is the end.
But getting fucked to death didn't feel so bad, actually. She wanted all of Duk Toy's prick, all of Winthrop's, and all of Ronald's. It appeared they were trying to satisfy her desires. They were all a great turbulence of fucking activity on the floor when all at once hot jets erupted in her ass. Orgasms raged up and down her cunt as Winthrop's prick exploded inside her, his prick's head wobbling like an unattended steam hose in and out of her fleshy channel. She picked her head off Duk Toy's prick so she could get some air, but before it left her mouth it detonated like a stick of dynamite and she began choking on his come.
Everyone was coming at once; hot prick juice splashed everywhere. Duk Toy's prick had fallen from her mouth and he was jerking off, firing volley after volley at her lips and cheeks. She thought how three men were coming inside her and all over her, and she began to come.
* * *
On the tennis court Jim felt like a vigorous young athlete again. He ran back and forth under the hot sun, returning strong shots from Marge Simmons, whom he considered an exceptional tennis player. She had good control and speed, and had her arms been strong as a man's, Jim figured he might be in serious trouble now. But Jim had the advantage of power, and was ahead fogy games to two. He hit a drive to her left backcourt, and she raced and barely caught it, lobbing it back to him. He waited and smashed the ball far to her right, and she didn't even bother to try for it.
"Game!" Jim shouted triumphantly. "Show-off," Marge replied, laughing at him and herself. "Let's take a break."
They met at the center of the net. Jim noticed whenever they were not actually playing tennis he began to think piggy thoughts about Marge. Her skin was very tan and under the sun her perspiration glistened like diamonds. Her breasts, though smaller than Patti's, were high and firm. While playing he sometimes became so distracted by the sight of her ass he forgot about the tennis court. Maybe being away from Patti wasn't such a good idea after all. He felt guilty about the adulterous thoughts in his mind.
"You're a pretty strong player," she said, wiping her brow.
"I used to play football in high school, and I'm still in good shape."
She looked him up and down. "You sure are," . she said, with a wink.
He smiled. "You look like you're in pretty good shape yourself."
Their eyes made contact; absent-mindedly they licked their lips. Duk Toy's powder made mischief in their loins.
"Maybe we'd better get back to the game," Marge said, a catch in her voice. "We're both married, and not to each other."
Jim shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, we should, but sometimes it's hard to keep remembering that."
"Is it really hard?" she asked, looking down at his crotch.
He thought of Patti and became disgusted with himself. Only married two days and here he was flirting with someone else's wife! But this Marge really gave him a hardon.
"Maybe we'd better get on with the game," she said.
"What game?"
She tossed him a tennis ball. "This one."
His first serve sizzled over the net, but fell out of bounds. His second was more moderate, Marge caught the ball in her left backcourt, and returned it with a backhand that sent her breasts bobbing in the air. Watching them, Jim almost forgot to chase the ball, but chased it down and sliced it back. Marge lobbed the ball to him and he smashed it back at her left sideline. She could not reach it.
"Fifteen-love!" he called absent-mindedly, reaching down to adjust his jockstrap.
"Are you having a problem?" she asked, looking toward his crotch.
What tie hell. "Yeah."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Yeah."
They met at the net. Perspiration caused her tennis outfit to stick to her body, and Jim admired her athletic lines. Her teeth shone like ivory in the sun.
"What's up?" she said.
"You know what's up."
She looked down. "Yes. I guess I do. Can't you play anymore?"
"Not tennis." He took a deep breath and hoped adultery really wasn't a sin. "Would you like to play something else?" he asked.
"Like what?"
"Bed polo."
She fluttered her eyelids and dropped her lower jaw. "Why, Mister Warren," she said, actress-like. "I'm surprised at you." She winked. "Actually, I thought you'd never ask."
Jim liked her sexy looks and congenial personality. He could imagine no harm in fucking her. He didn't love Patti any less, but Patti wasn't around and he had a hardon. "I'm asking."
"I'd like to," she said, "but Jesus, I just got married yesterday."
"Me too."
"We shouldn't."
He wondered what her pussy would taste like. "I know we shouldn't, but let's anyway."
"I'm awfully horny," she replied. "Maybe I'll get sick if I don't do it quick."
"That's what I was thinking. I'm getting pains already." He really was, right in his foaming balls.
"Okay. We'll do it for health purposes."
"Good." Jim looked around. "Where do you think a good place might be?"
"I don't know, but we'd better be careful. I don't want anybody to get suspicious."
"We can't use either of our rooms." He looked around nervously, anxious to stick his dick in her, and saw a couple entering the woods bordering the tennis court. "Let's go in the woods," he said, "like those people."
"Okay, but we'd better not go in together. That would be too conspicuous. I'll go in first, and you come after me."
"Okay."
She wasted no time, in seconds she had walked briskly across the court and into the woods, her racquet like a rifle on her shoulder. He zipped the cover on his racquet, collected his tennis balls and put them in their cans, and looked around. The tennis courts were becoming deserted, and he thought that odd. It wasn't too hot for tennis, but couples were leaving hand in hand, moving quickly toward the woods, cabanas, or the hotel. It was certainly strange, but he had better things to think about.
He entered the woods on the narrow path Marge had chosen, and within a few yards became engulfed by its dark coolness. The air had a sweet pine fragrance, and the underbrush was thick with green-leafed plants. Ahead to the left he saw the movement of white behind a bush. He left the path, strode to it, and pushed aside the branches with his arm. Lying on leaves was a middle-aged couple with tennis tops on and bottoms off. They were fucking so wildly they didn't notice Jim, and for a few seconds "he watched the man's fat ass hump between the woman's pudgy legs. Then he returned to the path and kept walking. Where the hell was Marge?
A pine cone hit him on the right side of his face. He looked to his right and saw Marge's smiling face appear above a bush, then duck down behind it. Looking up and down the path to make certain he wasn't being observed, he ran toward her and jumped over the bush, almost crashing into a stump on the other side.
"You're a regular wild man," Marge said, sitting on the grass and pulling her shirt over her head. She reached behind her back, unhooked the brassiere, and peeled it off.
Jim looked at her round, firm breasts and felt his prick strain against his jockstrap. He pulled off his shirt, unzipped his shorts, and pushed them down, jockstrap and all. A cool breeze caressed his steaming cock as it fell forward like a log. He stepped out of the shorts and stood clad only in his tennis shoes. Marge squirmed out of her shorts and panties. She got on her knees and beckoned to him with her index finger.
"C'mere," she said softly. "Put that big prick right in my mouth."
The sound of her words made his cock pound with blood. He stepped toward her; she walked toward him on her knees. When close, she stretched her head forward and took his prick in her mouth. The sensation was so excruciatingly pleasurable Jim almost fell, but he kept himself steady and watched his prick disappear in her mouth. Her lips. were thicker than Patti's, and somehow felt more muscular as she massaged his long stem with them. Her hands reached up; one cupped his balls, the other held his prick like an ice cream cone. Her head rocked back and forth in a slow, beautiful rhythm. He wrapped his hands around the back of her head and fucked her mouth smoothly. Her tongue was like magic; it danced and twirled around his prick like an intelligent snake. But something was wrong. He wanted to feel her in his arms, taste her on his lips.
He pushed her backwards with his pelvis, held her head in his hands, and carefully laid her back on the grass, her tongue never missing a lick, his prick never losing a stroke. Then he crawled around on his hands and elbows, his prick still in her sucking mouth, until his face was above her pussy. A strong odor reached his nostrils and excited his mind. He felt his prick fall out of her mouth.
"Lick me, baby," she whispered, and then sucked his prick back into her mouth.
He dropped. his head down into the swamp below him. When he got close he could discern her pussy lips pulsating. Pursing his lips, he kissed them, and leaving his lips against them, felt their twitches. He slipped his tongue forward and tasted the hot juice, licking up and down in her dark crevice. Her clitoris was small and roundish like Patti's.
"Hey, what're you doing?" she asked in between his legs.
"Just looking."
"What for?"
"Nothing."
She laughed. "Did you think girls look different down there?"
"Shut up and keep sucking," he said jovially, shooting his tongue inside her.
He felt her mouth swallow him up again. Her cunt hairs were rough against his face, not silky smooth like Patti's. He slurped up and down the length of her crack, and for variation plunged his tongue in and out while his hands held her firm ass. He couldn't help making comparisons .with Patti, and noticed Marge's ass was more muscular, almost too hard, in fact. It was a minor drawback, because Marge's cunt was delicious with its own unique taste, and her blowjob was far superior to anything Patti had done yet. But Patti would learn; she had made good progress so far.
Jim made his tongue round and sucked Marge's clitoris into it. He alternately sucked it in hard, and blew hot air on it, while from the waist down he fucked Marge's mouth. He heard her murmur and gurgle and his prick plunged in and out of her mouth. When he felt the first tickling signs of an orgasm, he fucked her harder and licked her cunt passionately. Her legs opened and closed and her sucking became intense. He felt her pushing him onto his side, he cooperated, and then he ate her with his head laying on her left thigh while her right draped over his ear. Now there was new action on his prick. She held its root with both hands and rammed it into her mouth from her lips, all the way to her throat. He began to get crazy in his head and his balls rolled and bubbled. The forest retreated; the grass disappeared. He floated in the air like a balloon being filled with ecstasy, and exploded. He snuggled his lips and nose in her cunt and moaned while his come shot into her mouth and poured out across her cheek. He fucked and she sucked until he was dry, and then they lay together, his mouth on her cunt, her mouth around his cock. After a while she let his prick fall from her mouth.
"You're really something else," she said, breathing heavily. "Your prick just stays hard."
"Aren't all men like this?"
"Hell no. You're something special, baby."
"I am?"
"You know damn well you are." Her pussy pulled away from his lips, she grunted and moved around, and then her face lay opposite his on the grass, her cheek still wet with his come. He felt her wet pussy hair against his prick. "I can't get my jollies without a prick inside me," she said. "I hope you're planning to fuck me."
He answered by pushing her onto her back, spreading her legs, and wiping all four fingers of one hand in the crack of her pussy. He took his prick in his hand, got on his knees between her legs, and took aim. Then he lunged forward and stuck the head of his prick into her cunt. She wiggled her hips and slid down on his prick as he lay on top of her and crouched. His prick coasted in all the way, and again he made a comparison with Patti. She was looser inside; evidently she had been fucked a lot, but there were tiny movements in there and a certain feeling of vitality Patti didn't have. He drew his prick out, burst back in, pulled out, penetrated again. Her body felt very strong, and if her skin weren't so smooth, he might have thought he was fucking a boy with a cunt.
"Hey," she said with a chuckle into his ear. "You've got a nice prick but you don't know how to use it so well."
"What am I doing wrong?"
"It's just that you're not doing something right. You've got no sense of rhythm. You've got td fuck as if you're dancing to music, baby. C'mon, dance with me."
"Isn't that what I was doing?"
She made a face. "If it was, I'd sure hate to dance with you. C'mon now. Fuck me good."
She began rocking beneath him, and he fucked her at the same tempo. It was a little faster than the fucking he had done with Patti, and there was something very firm and insistent about the beat. Then he realized what he had been doing wrong: he usually kept changing the beat every several strokes when he fucked Patti, and since she had been a virgin, she didn't know any different.
"Am I doing all right now?" he asked.
"You're doing just fine."
Her face was beneath his, and glowed pinkly. Her lips were thick and sensuous. He held her head in his hands, bent down, and kissed her while maintaining his tempo. She kissed him like he had never been kissed before. Such a hungry mouth she had, and so intelligent it was. Kissing her was like some kind of exotic lip-fuck, and he'd have to teach Patti about it. Marge's tongue just didn't flick out passionately but aimlessly like Patti's. This pink tongue acted like it was on a mission and knew exactly what it had to do. It wrapped around his tongue, licked his lips, and slithered around that space underneath his tongue.
He gripped her ass in his hands, and although it was narrower than Patti's it protruded more in back. Their beat remained perfect while he squeezed and pinched it, and poked his fingers into her ass crack. The beat never varied when she lifted her legs and held them straight to the sky, and afterwards hugged him with her knees. He invaded her hot cunt from top, bottom, and sides, but never faltered or fell out of step. When he long-stroked he kept the beat, and when he short-stroked, likewise.
"Now you're doing it, honey," she moaned into his tongue.
She sure knew how to move. Her ass bobbed every which way, and she worked the muscles inside in a truly miraculous fashion. It was as if there were a fist inside her cunt that jerked him off and twiddled with his prick. This girl took her fucking seriously, that was for sure. She was working. And it felt so good. It was like Patti was an amateur and Marge a professional. Each of her strokes seemed to milk his prick.
His lips and mouth became tired, so he nuzzled in her neck. He wiggled one hand between them and pounced on a tit. He made his strokes stronger and gripped her ass. She made cooing sounds like a little bird, and for some strange reason that excited him more. His movements became erratic, he couldn't keep the beat now, and suddenly she kind of collapsed in his arms and began moaning, not dancing at all anymore, just laying and quivering there. He jerked and his prick belched great gobs of thick come. He felt warm and cool, sweet and sour, his spine unraveled, and he melted over Marge into the forest floor.
* * *
The sleek Donzi motorboat sped across the lake and left behind a wide frothy wake. On the white bubbles water-skiied Franz Schlieffen, who wore red trunks and held with one tanned arm the bar whose ropes connected him to the rear of the boat. He made a sharp right turn and slalomed like a bullet across over the waves. The hot sun dried water the instant it touched his lithe body, and he felt cool and fine.
At the wheel of the motorboat sat slender Francoise in a navy blue silky bikini. Both of her dainty hands were on the wheel, and in her mouth was a carved ivory cigarette holder through which she smoked an aromatic French cigarette. Whenever the motorboat bounced over a wave her small breasts jiggled, inspiring the admiration of Mario Mastachenza, who sat beside her and felt a hardon growing in his yellow trunks. He reached behind the seat into a plastic cooler filled with ice, and pulled out a can of beer.
"Want one?" he asked Francoise.
"No thank you," she replied with a smile, looking through her sunglasses in between his legs, and seeing the hardon expanding. The powder was working very quickly on him. She noticed he must be a horny one; he certainly looked that way. He was husky and hairy, and had a sensuous face. It shouldn't be too much trouble getting him to fuck. Franz might prove a problem, though. He acted almost like a soldier, a Prussian officer type, but she knew from experience Prussian officers liked to fuck, especially if there were available such accessories as black garter belts, leather jockstraps, lace stockings and bullwhips.
Mario sipped his beer and eyed Francoise up and down. Although he preferred hefty busty types like his wife, Anita, he had always enjoyed fucking skinny broads. It turned him on to think he was splitting them in half with his fat prick. Actually Francoise wasn't skinny, but compared to Anita she was. He surmised from her look and the way she spoke she was cut from the same mold as Anita and he: sex maniacs. He watched as she spread her legs and sat on her seat with her back arched. It looked obscene, as if she were sitting on a prick. And speaking of pricks, his was throbbing and bulging in his swimming trunks.
Twenty miles long and three wide, the Keemahatchie was one of the largest lakes in the Poconos. Its pale blue expanse was dotted with islands, some no larger than ten feet across and a peril for motorboats, others large as a football field and covered with tall pines. It was toward one of these latter islands, located in an obscure turn of the lake, that Francoise headed. From the corner of her eye she watched Mario scratch his prick. Yes, Duk Toy's powder was doing its insidious work, but on her too. She wondered what would happen if she put her hand inside her bathing suit and scratched her pussy. Puffing her cigarette, she took one hand off the wheel and inserted it into the top of her bikini bottom.
Mario watched with fascination and Francoise's hand crawled deeper and began to stroke her crotch, Okay, all the cards were on the table now. She wanted action and he was willing to give it to her. He and Anita had already decided a little fucking on the side wouldn't mean anything to their marriage. He looked around and saw there were no other boats around; indeed, they seemed to be pointed toward a very desolate area. He stood a few inches off his seat and pulled down his bathing trunks. His thick stiff cock popped into the air.
Francoise, her finger still in her pussy, looked to her right and pretended amazement. "My goodness," she drawled. "What are you going to do weeth that?"
"Oh, I don't know. It's nice out, so I thought I'd take it out."
She looked at it, hairy and dark, and grinned. "Eet's very nice out. I'll bet it tastes nice too."
"I don't know, I've never tasted it myself. My wife says it tastes like lasagna."
"I've always loved lasagna," Francoise said, bending to her right and running her tongue up the bottom of his prick from root to tip. "No, to me eet tastes like filet mignon." She sat erect and steered toward her island.
"What does yours taste like?" he asked, stroking his prick.
"Why don't you poot your tongue inside and see?"
In a flash he was on his knees before her. He hooked his fingers on the waistband of her bikini pants and pulled them down. She rested her legs on his shoulders, and raised herself on them so he could take her pants completely off and bare her pussy to him. He pulled her pants down her legs and over her feet, and placed them on a knob on the dashboard.
"I hope it tastes as good as it looks," he said, peering at the short black silky hairs Francoise had thoughtfully trimmed this morning.
"There's only one way to find out."
He looked at the red slit and saw a translucent drop fall from it to the seat. He stretched his tongue forward and soaked it up. He raised his tongue and lay it flat against her pussy, and she worked her cunt muscles to kiss his tongue. Her thighs hugged his ears.
"C'mon, Mario," she cooed. "Poot your tongue inside my poosy all the way. Use eet like a prick. I'm sure you know how."
It was true; he had eaten a lot of pussies in his day. He spread her pussy lips with his thumbs and slid his tongue inside all the way. He wiggled his lips against her hair, sniffed her juicy feminine odors, and curled his tongue up and down and from side to side inside her. She rested her heels on the dashboard and aimed for the island that appeared to grow between her feet. Mario began to work his tongue as if it were a prick, just like Francoise asked. He stretched it in and shrank it back, moving his head back and forth to accentuate the penetration and withdrawal. She wiggled on the seat, enjoying it immensely, and tried to fuck his face as best she could. The motorboat leapt over the water, and every movement of its hull caused Mario's face lips and Francoise's pussylips to mash together.
Water-skiing behind them, Franz Schlieffen wondered what the hell was going on. He thought he saw Mario take; off his bathing suit and start jerking off, then Mario dropped out of sight someplace and all he could see was Francoise sitting at the wheel with her feet up. The motorboat made strange swerving motions and caused him to wonder whether Francoise was paying attention to her steering. He also wondered about the hardon he was getting and the dirty thoughts squirming through his mind. Maybe he shouldn't have left his wife this afternoon. He wanted very badly to fuck her right now. Her body was so strong, her cunt so soothing, and it excited him that she was tall like he. He reached down to stroke his aching cock, the motorboat made a sharp right turn, and he almost fell off his skis.
Francoise was having the time of her life. She loved to drive motorboats, she loved to get eaten, and now she was enjoying both at once. Handsome Mario slurped her cunt as she made a wide right turn, and all at once spun the wheel left, making the boat skid sideways over the lake. It was exhilarating, slightly dangerous fun, and Mario never removed his tongue from her cunt. He had his hands under her ass now, and tilted her back and forth into his mouth. Screaming into the wind, she made figure eights with the motorboat. Behind them Franz hung on for dear life, his hardon pulsating in his bathing suit. He didn't know if he'd rather be on dry land, or have his prick in Wilhelmina's cunt.
Mario tilted her higher, and licked her asshole while his nose rested within the folds of her cunt. At that moment Francoise was overcome with a craving to suck his fat cock. While riding his face, she straightened out the motorboat and gave it full throttle toward the island. Mario returned his lips to her cunt and sucked hard while moving his tongue up and down her crack. And to their rear, Franz watched his feet in horror as water flew past.
"When we get to that island," Francoise breathed, "I want you to lay on your back and let me blow your cock."
Mario grunted assent into her cunt. "But what about Fritz?"
"I'm sure he'll find something to do weeth heemself."
Franz, crouching on his water skis, thought he saw Mario's black hair emerge from Francoise's lap, but he thought, at this distance and angle, it must be a mirage. But where was Mario? Seasick and lying down in the boat? Once when speed sent Franz flying in the air after hitting a wave, he thought he saw another mirage, the crack of Francoise's ass. Yes, it actually looked as if her bathing suit was off, and if it were a mirage, it was a gorgeous one. If Wilhelmina weren't here, Francoise's ass would be an acceptable substitute. But Francoise was a proper French lady; she wouldn't permit any funny business like that. He hit another wave and vaulted high into the air again. Her ass crack was some fabulous mirage.
The island loomed closer. Francoise, with cuntlips wrapped tight around Mario's tongue, kept the throttle full speed ahead for a sandy beach area she had visited before, sort of a lagoon. She looked around and saw no other boats. As she drew closer she eased off on the throttle, and when they passed the entrance of the lagoon she cut the motor off completely. Her judgment was perfect; the boat glided slowly to a stop on the beach.
Franz coasted in behind and his eyes goggled when he saw naked Francoise jump out of the boat and run splashing through the water to the dry sand. A few feet behind her was husky, dark Mario Mastachenza, a hardon stretching before him like a .baseball bat. Still floating in on his skis, Franz saw Mario tackle Francoise, the proper French lady, and watched them fall to the sand. ,Mario rolled over on his back, and in a split second Francoise was over him, stuffing his fat prick into her mouth. Franz stopped behind Francoise, and as he bent over to remove his skis, looked up directly at her brown ass and black pussy. Her head worked up and down, and Mario wiggled his toes.
Franz loaded his skis into the boat, and then yanked off his bathing trunks. Might as well join the fun, since his hostess appeared so accommodating. With his long pale cock in hand, he marched to a spot behind Francoise's ass, dropped to his knees, and touched her pussy with the forefinger of his free hand. She shook her ass a bit, but otherwise didn't seem to mind. He stuck his finger in the hot hole all the way, and made little circles with it.
"Do you mind?" he asked. He was a very polite man.
"Uh-uh," she replied, her mouth full of cock.
He fingerfucked her a few times to lubricate her cunt but, unknown to him, Mario had already done a good job and he needn't have bothered. Franz's prick whimpered and begged to snuggle inside Francoise's cunt, and Franz could deny it no longer. He withdrew his finger, walked forward on his knees until his peckerhead touched the frizzled edge of her pussy, and pushed it in. Francoise sighed around Mario's cock as Franz penetrated deep inside her. Franz pulled back, grabbed her head with his left hand, and slid in again. He felt very horny. He began to fuck her so hard her knees could not support his lunging weight. Still sucking Mario's mighty cock, she lay flat on her stomach. Franz never missed a stroke, wrapping his strong arms around her flat belly. He fucked her cunt methodically, giving five strokes each to her left, right, and bottom pussy, and then ten to her clitoris. Then he repeated the exercise.
Francoise shuddered with joy as the long prick speared her cunt again and again, but most of her attention was concentrated on Mario's cock, a thick angry muscle that he drove again and again into her mouth. He held her head in his hand and fucked her mouth, while she licked his prick with her tongue and kissed it with her lips. Her hands rubbed his body from knees to waist; he was built like a heavyweight boxer and felt massive and strong. She took his hairy balls into her hands and lapped them for a while, and when tiring of that, stuffed both of them in her mouth and caressed them with her tongue. Letting them fall out one by one, she perched over his cock again, but before she could commence sucking, Mario took his cock in his hand and slapped it lightly against her face. The sensation stimulated her greatly, and she moved her head so the prick could hit every inch of her face.
"Harder," she whispered.
Mario took a firmer grip on his cock and smacked her with it more firmly. She moaned with pleasure as it struck her cheeks, nose, forehead, closed eyelids, chin, and lips. When he tried to hit her in the lips again, she opened her mouth and swallowed it up, taking a big suck.
Mario thought her face very beautiful in its delicate French way. He felt the nasty urge to come all over it. He grabbed her hair in his fist and pulled her off it.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her tongue licking out hungrily at his peckerhead.
"I want to come all over your face," he told her. "Jerk me off. Please."
It sounded like a wonderful idea to her: that thick cock spitting warm juice at her. With both hands she jerked him off, while he kept his peckerhead pointed right at her nose. She squeezed and wrung out his cock, massaging up and down, and in circular motions. And into her cunt drove the sex-crazed Franz, watching in fascination as she jerked off Mario.
Francoise saw Mario's balls churning in their hairy pouch; she knew it wouldn't be long now. He made grunting animal noises and clasped one hand around hers to make her increase the pressure on his cock. She squeezed as hard as she could, and all at once she felt his cock expand and explode in her face. The first barrage shot right up her nostrils, the second against her left cheek. But now her surprise had passed. She caught the next volley expertly in her mouth and, feeling Mario's grip weakening in her hair, she knocked his hand out of the way and took his squirting prick into her mouth. His come filled her cheeks and dribbled out of her lips, and at that moment there was a terrific explosion in her cunt. Now Franz was coming--Franz and Mario flooding her at the same time--and she let her own orgasm overwhelm her, sending her head spinning over the sand.
In front of her cabana beside the edge of the Brentwood's huge swimming pool, Anita Mastachenza sat with Wilhelmina Schlieffen and sipped a Tom Collins while Wilhelmina drank a strawberry milkshake through a straw. Anita wore a white bikini that accentuated the deep golden color of her skin, Wilhelmina wore a one-piece suit of the type favored by Olympic swimmers, which in fact Wilhelmina once was in her native Germany. A passer-by might have thought them incongruous together, for Anita looked sexy and somewhat coarse, while Wilhelmina appeared to be a military lady. Before them newlyweds spashed happily in the pool.
"I don't believe this," Anita complained. "Here I am on my honeymoon and my husband is out boating with some French number."
"Und my Franz is waterskiing, of all things. I think Francoise was right about what she said, but I miss Franz anyway." She didn't tell Anita she missed Franz because her pussy itched and she wanted him to do something about it.
Anita had no such hesitancy. "I'm horny," she said, rubbing the bottom of her glass against her cunt. "This is no time for Mario to be out in a motorboat with a French broad."
"Vell, I guess ve should be patient. They'll be back soon."
"What'll we do until they get back?"
"Vhy don't ve have a nice conversation?"
"About what?"
Wilhelmina wrinkled her nose. "I don't know. What would you like to talk about?"
Anita drained her glass of Tom Collins and brought it down hard on the table between them. "Honey," she said, "my favorite subject is sex."
"Sex?"
"That's right." She beckoned with her finger. "C'mere." Wilhelmina moved her ear closer. "Some people have told me I'm a nymphomaniac."
"Really!"
"That's right. What do you like best?"
"Why svimming, of course," Wilhelmina stuttered. "For my country in 1969 I von a bronze medal in the Olympics... for my backstroke."
Anita motioned for the white jacketed waiter on the far side of the pool. "I've been complimented for my backstroke," she told Wilhelmina, "but I never did it in the water and nobody ever gave me any medals for it."
Wilhelmina giggled as the waiter, a thin young man with greased-down black hair and a large hooked nose, approached.
"May I help you?" he asked politely. Wilhelmina noticed him staring shamelessly at Anita's big tits bursting half out of her bikini halter.
"Bring me another Tom Collins," Anita said. "and maybe my sister here wants some more milk."
Wilhelmina shook her head. "Nothing more for me, thank you."
The waiter wrote down the order and moved off with a funny ducklike walk.
"Vhat a strange fellow he vas," Wilhelmina said. Did you see him staring at your breasts?"
"Sure, I saw him. Why should he be any different from any other man? Mario told me the first thing that attracted him to me was my big tits. I guess he really meant it, because he sure swings on them an awful lot. Does Franz ever fuck you in between the tits?"
"Vhat!"
"Oh loosen up, for Chrissakes. Here we are deserted by our husbands for the afternoon. We might as well have an honest human conversation. Does he?"
"Not yet."
"Well, you should ask him to try it sometime. It really feels pretty good. Jesus, I'm getting horny. Ever since I've been in this goddamn joint I've felt like a starving whore."
"Me too," Wilhelmina admitted. "I've been embarrassed sometimes, asking Franz to do it to me."
"Nice as you look, I'll bet you don't have to ask him twice."
Wilhelmina smiled. "That's right."
"Look at this," Anita said, indicating with her hand the pool where young newlyweds were swimming less and playing love games more. "Look at that couple over there." She pointed to a short twosome hugging and kissing in the shallow water. "They look like they're going to start doing it right in the water."
"They should go up to their room," suggested Wilhelmina, whose pussy glowed warmly between her legs.
As if overheard, the couple climbed the stone steps out of the pool and headed for the hotel. Wilhelmina noticed other couples also leaving the pool, some for the hotel, some for the cabanas.
"Guess it must be that time of the day," Anita said, looking at her watch. "The fucking hour. I wish Mario was here."
Wilhelmina absent-mindedly scratched her left nipple, which itched her. Across the pool the big-nosed waiter descended steps from the patio, carrying his round tray with one glass on it. He walked around the pool and headed for them, his feet paddling comically as he threaded his way through couples departing hand in hand.
"Here comes Charlie Chaplin with my drink," she said. "Hope I don't lose my mind and rape him."
The waiter stopped at the table, placed a doily on the table, and set down the tall frosted glass decorated with a cherry and an orange slice. He handed Anita the check and a pencil, his eyes never leaving her cleavage. She signed and gave him the check and pencil back.
"Thank you," he said, ,turning and walking away.
"I noticed you didn't rape him," Wilhelmina said with a laugh.
"The poor kid had a face that would stop a freight train in the dark. I'd rather play with myself. You ever play with yourself?"
Wilhelmina blushed. "Vunce in a vhile."
"You ever play with any other girls?"
"You mean sex?"
"That's what I mean, honey."
Wilhelmina shook her head vehemently. "Off course not. Only crazy girls do that."
"Do you think I'm crazy?" Anita asked.
"Not too crazy."
"Well, I'm a lesbian every once in a while."
"Really?"
"Sure. Most girls are."
Wilhelmina shook her head. "Not me."
Anita looked her straight in the eye. "Wanna bet?"
"What do you mean?"
"You said a little while ago you were a little horny, right?"
"Yes."
"Well, I bet I can turn you on and make you come."
"Anita!"
"I betcha I can."
Wilhelmina raised her head proudly. "You can not!"
Anita pointed to the cabana behind them. "C'mon back there with me, and we'll see."
"I vill not!"
"You're chicken."
Wilhelmina frowned. Her cunt itched like mad, and maybe Anita's finger, or whatever she used, could substitute for Franz's prick until he returned. "I don't know," she said.
Anita swallowed some Tom Collins. "C'mon, Wilhelmina. I'm horny and you're horny, and our husbands are out gallivanting someplace. Maybe we can do something for each other." Anita's nipples were hard and her cunt felt juicy. She wanted to hug strong Wilhelmina and rub cunts with her.
Only three couples were left in the swimming pool, and all the other beach chairs were empty. Duk Toy's chemical was now at peak strength in Wilhelmina's blood, and it broke her resistance. She looked at Anita's full lips, opulent tits, and smooth thighs. It all looked good to her. "Okay, Anita," she said. "Let's do it." Anita picked up her handbag and Tom Collins, rose from the beach chair, and walked back to the cabana. Wilhelmina followed, every, step stimulating the folds of her pussy. They entered the cabana and Anita locked the door behind them. Inside was a small room with a shower stall at one end, a toilet, a table and chair, and a cot. Anita placed her handbag and the Tom Collins on the table, reached behind her, and untied her bikini halter, peeling it off and laying it over the back of the chair. Her immense breasts hung like two soft melons, and she cupped them in her hands, pinching her nipples between her fingers. "Oh, that feels good," she sighed.
Wilhelmina stood watching her, not certain of what to do. She felt excited to be alone with sexy Anita, and felt dampness in the crotch of her bathing suit. "Unzip me," she said to Anita.
"Just a second." Anita pushed her bikini bottoms down slowly, knowing Wilhelmina was watching hungrily. Anita looked down and saw the top hairs of her pussy appear, and a little further down, the top of her pink slit. She swiveled her hips and pushed the bikini bottom all the way down, stepping out of them when they reached the floor. She rubbed her forefinger in her pussy and smiled at Wilhelmina. "Do you think it looks pretty?" she asked.
Wilhelmina nodded, unable to speak. Anita winked and raised her forefinger to her mouth, licking it slowly.
"Delicious," she said softly. "Turn around."
Wilhelmina obeyed. Anita walked behind her and unzipped her bathing suit. When the top fell away she cupped Wilhelmina's hard pert breasts in her hands, and kissed Wilhelmina's soft neck. She peeled down the bathing suit, and when it was below Wilhelmina's thighs, Anita reached around and rubbed her fingers in Wilhelmina's pussy while crushing her tits into Wilhelmina's back. Wilhelmina sighed happily as Anita pulled down her bathing suit all the way.
Now naked, the two women faced each other and looked each other's bodies up and down. Wilhelmina saw a meaty girl with big tits and a black pussy. Anita admired a supple athletic body whose tits stood straight out, and whose pussy was sparsely covered with blond hair. They stepped toward each other slowly, and first touched breasts to breasts. Anita jiggled her nipples against Wilhelmina's and Wilhelmina played the game back. After a few seconds they could control themselves no longer, and crushed their bodies against each other, rubbing pussy against pussy, and kissing each other's lips. They stood there groping and kissing, almost tottering to the floor, and although Wilhelmina mostly just hugged and squeezed, the more expert Anita roved her hands down and cupped Wilhelmina's muscular haunches. They rubbed pussy hair against pussy hair, slit against slit, and then Anita backed Wilhelmina toward the cot.
It was narrow, and they had to lay very closely on it. Wilhelmina lay on her back, and Anita on her side. Anita caressed Wilhelmina's cunt with her fingers, and Wilhelmina wiggled her hips.
"Isn't this nice?" Anita asked.
"Yes," Wilhelmina had to admit. She reached over and squeezed Anita's big left tit.
They kissed, thrust tongues into each other's mouths, and Anita tweaked Wilhelmina's clitoris with her thumb and forefinger. Anita felt all her old strong lesbian tendencies coming back to her. She raised her fingers to her lips and licked Wilhelmina's pussy juices off. The sight of that drove Wilhelmina wild. She reached down and rubbed her fingers into Anita's cunt, then licked them herself. She had never tasted cunt before, and the taste was pleasing.
"Would you like me to go down on you, honey?" Anita asked.
Wilhelmina nodded her head yes. Anita raised herself, crawled down to Wilhelmina's pussy, and brought her own pussy to rest on Wilhelmina's face. Almost immediately she felt Wilhelmina's tongue part her pussy crack. Anita spread Wilhelmina's cunt with her forefingers, and oozed her tongue in and out while humping Wilhelmina's face. The girls happily ate each other, and the cot danced on the tile floor. They moaned and grunted, licked and slurped, fucked and sucked. Then Anita, the more experienced one, arose and lay atop Wilhelmina face to face and pussy to pussy.
"Now we're gonna do some real pussy fucking," Anita said.
"You'll have to teach me," Wilhelmina said, spreading her legs.
"It's easy. We'll just rub our ails together, like this, see?"
Anita gently rubbed her clitoris against Wilhelmina's, and Wilhelmina rubbed back. Slimy juices flowed back and forth from cunt to cunt. They hungrily kissed each other's lips, their tongues did soft combat, and they smelled each other's perfume. Wilhelmina was dizzy with all the new sensations. It was almost like making love to yourself with yourself. She felt Anita's enormous tits against hers, and it made her delirious.
"I vant to hold your tits," Wilhelmina sighed.
Anita raised herself up a bit, and Wilhelmina reached and grabbed a big squashy tit in each hand. Anita knew what Wilhelmina really wanted, and raised herself higher. Now Anita's tits were hanging over Wilhelmina's face. Wilhelmina opened her mouth and let a big brown nipple fall in. With both hands she held the massive tit while she lapped and sucked the nipple. When the tit was soaking wet she dropped it and lunged for the other.
Meanwhile Anita rubbed her pussy on Wilhelmina's hard stomach, and covered it with swampy juices. She hugged Wilhelmina's blond head and almost swooned at the wild munching on her nipples. Gasping for breath, Wilhelmina finally had to push the big tit away. Anita bent between Wilhelmina's knees and began to lick her cunt again. She massaged Wilhelmina's clitoris with her lips, then shot her tongue in and worked it around inside. Wilhelmina kicked her feet in the air. That raised her ass a bit, and Anita rammed her tongue into Wilhelmina's asshole, Wilhelmina covered her mouth with her hands, to muffle the low scream she could not hold back. Oh, what a wild fuck this was! Who needed men? Anita scooped in and out of Wilhelmina's asshole, then licked the rim with her tongue. After several minutes she returned to Wilhelmina's pussy and licked the full length of its crack again and again. Wilhelmina's breasts were heaving as if she were swimming the one-hundred-meter dash. She bent her legs like a frog's and fucked Anita's face as fast as she could.
After a while Anita's tongue got so tired she could barely move it, so she just pursed her lips forward and let Wilhelmina fuck them. Wilhelmina continued to work her hips like an Olympic champion, but after a while became tired also. She stopped and lay still, with Anita's lips snuggling against her cunt.
"I hate to say it," Wilhelmina said sadly, "but something's missing."
"What?"
"A prick. I want a big prick in me."
"I'm sorry, honey," Anita said, shaking her head. "This is my honeymoon and I didn't bring my rubber prick along with me. But I used to be pretty good with my fingers. Lemme see."
Anita crawled up beside Wilhelmina and lay against her. Wilhelmina figured what was coming, and spread her legs. Anita slid two fingers into Wilhelmina's cunt and moved them in and out a few times.
"How does that feel?" Anita asked.
"Not bad, but I think you can fit in another finger."
Anita added another finger, and now it felt tight in there. "How's that?"
"Perfect."
"Okay, now you do it for me. You can probably fit all four fingers in, 'cause I got a big cunt."
Wilhelmina squeezed her four fingers together, and found they slid easily inside. Oh, what a fabulous sloppy cunt Anita had! "How's that?" Wilhelmina asked.
"That's good, real good. Now let's see if we can make each other come." They lay body against body and fingerfucked each other as skillfully as they knew how. Again, Anita had the most expertise, working her fingers in twirling motions and giving Wilhelmina's clitoris lots of stimulation, but Wilhelmina, being a woman herself, knew something about what made a cunt happy, and tried everything she knew on Anita's pussy walls and clitoris. They fucked each other's hands and fingerfucked each other's cunts until their arms dripped pussy juice and their biceps felt tired. But they did not stop, so charged with passion were they.
Anita kissed Wilhelmina's ear and licked her lobe. Wilhelmina turned her head, and they both kissed full on the mouth. Their bodies strained against each other; their fingers worked like mad. Two pussies boiled and frothed, four nipples were hardened with lust. The air was full of pussy smell, pungent and strong. With their free hands they squeezed each other's tits, and their nostrils, so close, sent hurricanes of hot air at each other.
"I think I'm ,coming," moaned Wilhelmina, who felt fire traveling down her stomach to her pussy.
"Fuck me faster," Anita answered, "so I can come with you."
Wilhelmina moved her hand in and out like a piston, whipping up the juice in Anita's cunt.
"My clit, my clit!" cried Anita, fucking Wilhelmina's hand like a wild woman.
Wilhelmina, while strenuously fucking Anita's three fingers, positioned the top blade of her hand against Anita's clitoris and commenced rubbing hard as she could. That did it. Anita felt the ignition of her own bonfire somewhere down in her asshole. Both girls stoked each other's fires with their hands, pulled each other's tits, sucked each other's mouths.
When they came they muffled their screams in each other's necks, but they needn't have bothered. No one was left around the pool.
CHAPTER TEN
The Keemahatchie Public Library, a small yellow brick building covered with ivy, sat beside a country road where tourists drove by on their way to resort hotels, unaware of its historic and cultural significance. Al Simmons, assistant professor of American history at Pennsylvania State University, had often wanted to visit the library, and indeed had selected the Brentwood of all honeymoon hotels in the Poconos because of its proximity to it. The building had been constructed just before the Revolutionary War to house the regional government, and its archives held numerous original documents signed by George Washington, Ben Franklin, Nathan Hale, and others. Al was particularly interested in papers relating to the almost disastrous winter at Valley Forge.
He pushed open the heavy oak door of the main room of the library, which occupied the entire ground floor of the building. To his left stood the card catalogues, and to the right a desk where sat a bony lady in glasses and brown hair streaked with gray. She wore no make-up, and Al guessed she was about forty, probably the village spinster. On her desk was a long thin piece of wood upon which was stenciled Miss Iris Muldoon.
Her glasses were perched low on her nose, and she looked above them at Al. "May I help you?" she asked.
"Why yes," he said, removing his wallet from his back pocket and slipping from its slot his Penn State faculty identification card. "I'm with the history department at Penn State and I'd like to look at some of the documents in your archives." He handed her his identification card.
She studied it, looked up at him, looked at it again, and smiled. "Why of course, Mister Simmons," she said. "I'd be delighted. Quite a lot of your colleagues have been here, and you're always welcome. This way, please."
He followed her across the floor to a door in a corner of the room. They entered, climbed a flight of stairs, passed through another door, and entered an old musty room about one-quarter the size of the one below, and filled with shelves of old books, and numerous trunks and cabinets.
"Were you looking for anything in particular?" Miss Muldoon asked.
"Yes, I'm interested in Valley Forge."
"Oh, we have a lot on that." She led him to the far wall of the room. "That shelf," she said, pointing, "and those cabinets over there. I suppose I don't have to tell you to be careful with the documents. They're very old."
"I understand."
"Very well," she said brightly. "If you want me for anything, there's a button near the door. Press it, and I'll come right up."
"You're very kind."
Al watched her ass as she marched down the aisle, turned, and disappeared. She certainly was a perky lady, and although she wasn't particularly attractive, there was something kind and sweet about her. The mild swelling in his pants surprised him. How could this library lady excite him when he had fucked Marge three times before lunch? He shrugged, opened a cabinet door, and his eyes fell on the first folder.
He removed the folder and sat on an old leather chair. Around him on the walls hung color paintings and black and white sketches of Revolutionary War heroes, and at the end of the room, the pointed leaves of a maple tree brushed a window. Al leaned back, opened the folder, and read of the difficulties a quartermaster named Major, Edward Doakes had trying to buy saddles on credit for George Washington's cavalry troops. Al was aware he had a full hardon, but thought if he ignored it, it would go away.
Meanwhile downstairs, Iris Muldoon sat at her desk and opened the dirty book she had been reading when Al Simmons arrived. Very few people ever came to the library; tourists didn't read much and neither did farmers in the area, so Iris passed most of her time alone. Sometimes three days in a row would pass and no one would visit to borrow or return a book. She had heard the library might be demolished and the land sold to a hamburger franchiser, and the archives transferred to a library in Harrisburg.
So he sat and read dirty books camouflaged with the covers, of important literary works, and when she got horny, she'd go to the john and fingerfuck herself until she came. Then she'd wipe out her pussy with toilet paper and return to her desk, where she'd read some more. During her college days she'd read all the classics, and subsequently considerable modern fiction. She read so much that conventional books began to bore her, so she started reading science fiction. After a while that bored her too, and her lustful desires and loneliness led her to dirty books, which she purchased from a mail-order house in New York City. At first she was pleasantly surprised by their interesting literary quality and powerful sense of realism. She especially liked the ones with pictures. She fingerfucked herself at least once a day in the library, and at home in her room, usually once a night, with sometimes another fingerfuck in the morning.
Iris Muldoon. had a lover once, so she was no virgin. She met him in college where she studied library science, and they had done a lot of fucking in his old Ford and in the woods around the little college they attended. One day he told her he had become engaged to an heiress, and he couldn't see her anymore. There had never been anybody else; she realized she wasn't very sexy, and she didn't feel attracted to the rough farmers in the area, not that any of them ever made advances to her. She wanted someone on her intellectual level, but the scholars who came to peruse in the archives treated her with the utmost respect, darn it. Some of them were handsome, like that Professor Simmons upstairs, but like him, they were gentlemen and scholars. Unfortunately.
Upstairs, Al's hardon distracted him completely from Major Doakes' problems. He couldn't understand why he was so roaring horny in this old library where there were no sexual cues around. Logically; as a historian, he should be deeply absorbed in the circumstances of Valley Forge, not his big cock. His blood rushed through his veins and his neck throbbed. He rubbed his cock, stiff as a lead pipe in his pant leg. Oh, how he wanted to fuck someone right now. But there was no one around. Unable to bear his hardon any longer, he decided to jerk off quickly for relief, and then return to the documents. He unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock, and began to stroke it with his fist. How good it felt; this was just what he needed. He sat in the chair and pulled his cock vigorously, while thinking of his wife's cunt.
Meanwhile, Iris read a chapter of her dirty book where a group of wild Indians raped a schoolmarm, and her pussy twitched and dripped dew into het panties. She sure wished somebody would rape her. That would remove all the foolishness of dating, and the responsibility for saying no when a man put his hand up her dress. What man? There was nobody, nobody at all. Her pussy felt on fire and begged to be quenched by her adroit fingers. She decided to go to the john for a fast fingerfuck, but thought first maybe she'd better look in on Professor Simmons, to make certain all was well with him.
She crossed the library floor, every step rubbing the folds of her cunt together, opened the door, and climbed the stairs. Her many years in libraries had taught her to be quiet so as not to disturb readers. She tiptoed up, silently opened the door to the second floor, and walked softly to where she had left Professor Simmons. She turned a corner, saw him, and almost fell to the floor in shock. There he was with his big cock out, looking at it with his tongue out, and pounding away.
She couldn't believe her eyes, and didn't know what to do. So intent was he on his masturbation he didn't notice her, but if she tried to get away she was afraid he'd see and it would be a big embarrassment for both of them. What a dilemma! And she couldn't take her eyes off that pecker. As she looked, desire welled up in her breast and her starved pussy. If only she could have that monster for a while, if only she could just walk over and sit on it! No, she couldn't, somehow she had to get to the bathroom quickly, but no, she couldn't move, she just stood there and watched Al massaging his meat. Without thinking, her hand dove under her dress and her fingers slid into her panties to her hot pussy. If only she could have that prick! If only she could simply ask him for it, and if he said no and made a fuss, so what? If she got fired from her job, maybe she'd pack up and go to New York, maybe get a job in a dirty book store, maybe fuck lots of the customers. .
At that moment Al Simmons looked up, and they both saw each other. his blushed deep red, here she was standing and fingerfucking herself in front of a man who was jerking off a long fat cock. She could not hold back any longer.
She summoned her courage. "May I help you with that, professor?" she asked, her voice quavering.
He smiled. "I wish you would," he sighed.
Her finger still pinching her clitoris, she walked toward Al, bent in between his spread legs, and looked at the mighty pecker tottering in his hand. She placed her slim hand on its shank and gave it a squeeze. A bit of white cream appeared on the top. Unable to control herself, she leaned forward and stuffed the head of Al's cock into her mouth, her tongue licking away the cream as it passed. Al's big smooth cock spread her lips wide and jutted against the back of her throat. Iris almost fainted with joy. Like the starving woman, which in a way she was, she began to chomp away at his prick.
"Ouch! You're biting," he complained.
"Sorry," she grumbled, his cock still in her mouth.
"Good cocksuckers don't bite."
She nodded her head in assent, and her motion felt so good Al thought his cock would explode and blow her head off. What an unbelievable stroke of luck! There he had' been all alone jerking off, and suddenly librarian his Muldoon appeared and started sucking his cock. He unbuckled his belt, lifted his ass off the seat, and pulled down his pants.
Iris saw his fuzzy balls bubble into view, and could not resist touching them. She pawed them with her fingers, cupped them in her palms, and squeezed them gently. On his cock her head traveled up and down like a machine. Drool spilled out of her mouth and onto her white lace blouse. She became so impassioned she pulled Al's cock from her mouth and poked it into her nostrils, ears, and eyes. Al laughed and she laughed too; she hadn't had such fun in years. Her pussy blazed and dripped. She put Al's cock back into her mouth and sucked as if it were the last cock she'd ever see. For all she knew, it would be. She sucked it for about five minutes, and when her tongue would no longer move, she stood up, pulled down her soaking panties, lifted her skirt, and tried to sit on it.
The head of his cock slipped right in, for although she hadn't fucked a man for years, at home she frequently fucked herself with carrots, bananas and candles. She sat down all the way, her skinny legs spread far apart. Al unbuttoned her blouse, unsnapped her brassiere in back, and kissed the nipple of her left tit. While bouncing up and down on his cock, she took his head in her hand's and pulled his face harder against her tit. He opened his mouth and sucked her whole tit inside.
Her ass whisked up and down on his cock. She nuzzled her face in his hair and felt his hands grab her ass. He helped her up and pulled her down, again and again. When finished with her left tit, he attacked her right, sucking it into his mouth and rubbing it with his wet tongue. Iris was having the time of her life; bananas and carrots were not a match for a good stiff cock. In and out it went and her bald cunt palpitated with ecstasy. Suddenly she got an idea, and since she and Professor Simmons had suddenly become so intimate, she thought she'd mention it to him.
"Professor Simmons," she said, "could I ask you a favor?"
"Yes, of course,' he replied, his mouth full of tit.
"Would you rape me?"
"Rape you!"
"Yes? Make believe? I've always wished somebody would to that to me."
Al shrugged. Why the hell not? "Okay."
Iris arose from his cock, smoothed her skirt, and looked at some books on a shelf while her hot pussy dripped juice down her leg. Al took off his shirt and shoes, and sneaked up behind her. She trembled with anticipation, waiting for the moment, wondering what he would do to her.
Suddenly he lunged from behind, reaching around and under her dress to grab her cunt, snaring a tit in his other hand, burying his lips in her neck.
"Help," Iris said softly, her heart beating wildly. "A man is raping me and I'm alone here!"
He pushed her down on her stomach and pulled up the back of her dress. There was her skinny ass--smooth, white and nice despite its small size. He spread her legs, she closed them, he spread them again and held them apart with his strong arms.
"Oh, please don't, sir," she whimpered.
"I'm gonna fuck you to death," he replied, growling.
Still holding her legs, he snaked his hips forward until his prick nudged the lips of her pussy. Iris wiggled and tried to get away, but didn't try too strenuously. She wanted that prick desperately. And she got it. Al thrust his hips forward and his cock surged deep into Iris. She screamed pot too loud--and tried to fight him off, but she wasn't very convincing. Al laughed, and she joined him. They laughed so loud at themselves they couldn't even fuck.
"This is ridiculous," Al said, when he caught his breath.
"Oh, come on and rape me. You said you would."
So Al grabbed a tit with one hand, her pussy with the other, and commenced fucking. She boosted her ass up in the air a little so he could thrust in deeper, and wiggled around. Al smacked into her cunt again and again, his pecker dripping with her juices, his fingers squeezing tit and clit. She loved it; the back of her feet kicked the floor and her arms flapped out at her sides. She reached around and let his balls slap against her hand. How good! In and out he thwacked, up and down he rubbed. She reached around with her other hand, and took one of his balls in each hand. She shook her shoulders and bit her lips. His rhythm was so firm and steady. Maybe she should start fucking those farmhands who gave her lascivious looks when they passed her on the street. Her head spilled over with dirty thoughts as her ass bobbed and weaved in the air.
And still he fucked her, the head of his cock rapping against the deepest doors of her bruised pussy, its shank squinching her pussy folds together. She squealed and he grunted. His prick thumped in again and again, his fingers rippled her clitoris, and when her orgasm began, she didn't know at first what it was. She thought she was dying, or maybe becoming a bird, because it was so different from her usual fingerfuck and banana orgasms. This one was strong as high-voltage electricity and sweet as maple sugar. Like a lightning bolt it hit her right on the clitoris, and she howled like a bitch in heat. Al's prick shrank back and disgorged a huge glop of come, and another and another. Skinny little Iris bucked into the air and they crashed into a pile of priceless Revolutionary War documents. It fell on top of them, papers floating through the air, and still they fucked away, sputtering love juice all over the floor. As Iris clutched Al against her by the cheeks of his ass, she thought maybe it was time for her to leave the sleepy village of Keemahatchie and head for New York City.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Patti and Winthrop walked across the wide veranda and entered the almost deserted hotel lobby.
"I have some work to do in the office," he said with his charming smile. "Do you mind if I leave you off here?"
"No. It's okay."
"Well, goodbye. It's been a lovely afternoon."
"Yes," Patti had to agree.
"See you at dinner tonight?"
"Sure thing."
Winthrop walked away and Patti stared at his back and ass. Only about thirty minutes ago her little pink tongue had burrowed in his big brown ass, while Duk Toy's tongue fished in hers, and Ronald fucked her pussy. It had been the weirdest afternoon in her life, and now, standing alone in the hotel lobby, she wondered if it had been a dream. All that fucking and sucking, my goodness! And only yesterday morning she had been a blushing virgin bride. She wondered if she'd ever blush about anything again. A few days ago if anyone had told her about an orgy like the one at Duk Toy's, she'd have been appalled, but having participated herself, she had no regrets at all. Only a little guilt. Already she had been unfaithful to Jim, whom she really loved. But she couldn't help herself; she had been so horny it was frightening. It was a good thing those men were there to help her. She might have died.
She climbed the stairs and walked down the corridor to her room. Inserting her key into the lock, she pushed the door open and heard the shower running in the bathroom. She shut the door and walked to the bathroom.
"Jim?"
"Patti?"
She opened the door, and Jim peeked his head from behind the shower curtain. He had only returned minutes before, and still hadn't washed off all Marge's dried pussy juice and rich female smells.
"I'll be right out," he said.
"Did you have a nice time?"
"Yep. Marge Simmons was a pretty good tennis player. Worked up a good sweat with her. How about you?"
"We had a nice walk in the woods, and Winthrop showed me a few little places that were very pretty. I'll tell you about it when you get finished."
Patti put two pillows together on the bed, and propped her head on them when she lay down. She wouldn't have to take a shower, because she took one at Duk Toy's. What an incredible sex degenerate he was! He had got on his knees before her in the shower and gave her a douche from a red rubber bag, while she stood with her legs spread apart. When the water squirted out of her cunt he opened his mouth underneath and tried to drink it. That excited her so she pushed her pussy right down on his face and started to fuck it, from nose to chin. Whenever she passed his mouth he shot his tongue inside her pussy, and he got so worked up he pulled her down to the bottom of the tub and thoroughly cleaned out her pussy with his tongue. Then he cleaned out her asshole the same way. While he jammed his tongue in and out of her she crawled around to his prick and took it in her mouth again. It was enormous and she couldn't get enough of it although it stretched her lips until they hurt and almost choked her. When he came in her mouth she thought she'd drown. Afterwards he gave her a new toothbrush, and now all her holes were clean. If anything serious ever happened to Jim, if he fell off a telephone pole and died, she'd come right back here and ask Duk Toy if she could live with him. He was the sexiest human being she could imagine. She smiled as she remembered his golden skin, inscrutable smile and gargantuan cock.
Jim left the bathroom and finished drying himself with a towel before the big picture window not far from the bed. He looked outside at the pool and not at Patti, because like her, he felt guilty too. Marge Simmons had been a wonderful fuck and her blowjobs were unbelievable, but he had just married Patti yesterday and she had been his sweetheart for years. He thought if she ever found out she'd kill herself, and he shuddered when he thought of her jumping off a building or shooting herself in the head with a gun.
Patti wanted to cry. There was her handsome athletic husband who had played tennis all afternoon while she'd been cheating on him at an. orgy, and he looked so innocent, so pure. Yes, Duk Toy was great sex, and so were the others, but she realized she really loved Jim, not them, and that made him special. They were like little cups of champagne, but Jim was the main course meal.
"I love you, Jim," she said softly.
He turned to her. "I love you too," he replied.
With his towel wrapped around his waist, he walked to the bed and lay down beside her, resting his mouth near her ear and his arm over her belly. She liked the feel of his body there, but she wasn't very horny, not after the orgy at Duk Toy's. But if he wanted to fuck her, she'd be a good wife and let him. In fact, she wanted him to fuck her, because then she'd feel less guilty. She reached under Jim's towel and touched his soft prick. She lifted the towel, bent over, and put his soft prick in her mouth. It was such a pitiful little thing after Duk Toy's monster, and so limp she thought she could bite it off or it would melt all by itself. She worked it with her tongue, to see if anything would happen.
Jim's brain was feverish. If he couldn't get a hardon he was afraid Patti would get suspicious about him and Marge, and maybe kill herself. He closed his eyes and tried to think of the most degenerate sex thoughts he could, but his prick just slept silently in Patti's mouth. He thought of Marge's mouth, cunt, and ass, but his prick wouldn't seven twitch. He conjured images of famous Movie actresses licking his balls and sucking his ass, but he still couldn't move his fatigued pecker to life. He groaned and looked down at Patti mangling his cock with her lips. How beautiful she was, and how sexy with his prick in her mouth. For years he had dreamed about fucking her, and now he had her all to himself and could do whatever he wanted to her. His cock flickered in her mouth, that sweet little mouth colored by light lipstick. She lay curled beside him, her large breasts hanging to the side; her knees near his face. He ran his hand under her skirt, up her outer thigh and brought it to rest with his palm against the cheeks of her ass. In his opinion she had the greatest ass in the world. He rubbed and felt it through the silk bikini panties, and noticed his prick was throbbing to life. He inserted his fingers into the leg-elastic of her panties, and rested his fingers in the moist cleft of her pussy.
Patti's eyes widened as Jim's prick grew longer and fatter in her mouth. Only a minute ago his entire cock was like a little worm on her tongue, and now it was getting too big for her mouth to hold. She had to back off bit by bit as it throbbed to its full size in her mouth, and she found herself becoming aroused again. Jim wiggled his fingers in her cunt and she blew hot air on his balls, looking at his prick standing stiff and tall. She cupped his balls with one hand, gripped his prick with the other, and took the head of his prick into her mouth. She moved her lips back and forth around the ridge of its cap, and rubbed its point with the flat of her tongue. Wanting it all, she dropped her mouth down until its head touched her throat. She held her breath, pushed more, and let his pecker-head lodge right inside her throat cavity. She could only hold it that way for a little while because she couldn't breathe, so she pulled loose and raised her head until his prick rested against her tongue. She felt very comfortable with Jim and his prick--not wildly passionate but pleasant and relaxed. Yes, Jim was her man and all the others were toys. She let his prick fall from her mouth and crawled up beside him, resting her cheek against his.
"I'm glad you're finished playing tennis." she told him. "I love to be with you like this."
He murmured assent and thought a slow easy fuck with Patti might be the right way to end the afternoon. He pulled up her dress and peeled down her panties, kissing her lightly on the lips as he did so. Rubbing his middle finger in her smooth pussy crack, he squirmed his other hand down her backside and cupped her ass. When Patti stuck out her tongue he nipped it with his lips, and licked the tip of her tongue with his. Then he rolled on top of her and jabbed his prick into her cunt. It seemed much bigger inside than he had remembered it that morning, but he figured she was sleepy and relaxed now, and that must be the reason. He oozed his cock in to the hilt and lay there with her. This was nice; no rush and no fuss, and he realized he had never done this before. All his other fucks had been fast and frenzied, but now he felt very married to Patti, they had about two hours before dinner, and why not just take it easy? He felt her pussy constrict around his cock, as if giving it a kiss, and he sighed. After several seconds he pulled back and lay with just the head of his cock in her cunt. Aaaah!
Patti liked it. She too was tired of mad, mindless fucking. Duk Toy had given her a few hints about manipulating the muscles inside her pussy, and she was pleased that she still remembered how to do it, and that Jim liked it. She wet her middle finger with her tongue, reached down, and inserted it into Jim's ass, and that made him move his prick deep inside her again. They lay like that for several minutes, smiling at each other and breathing heavily. Sometimes they kissed softly on the lips, like children. So exhausted were they from the afternoon's exertions, they closed their eyes and fell asleep.
* * *
They awoke in the Brentwood Honeymoon Hotel fucking like wild animals. Jim held her ass in his hands; she clasped her arms around his shoulders. They were both ablaze with passion now--somehow their dreams had ignited them. Jim's stiff prick thundered in and out of her hungry pussy, while she pushed her hips up with vigor and sharp precision. Their bellies made loud slapping noises. Jim bit her chin, ears, and neck. His prick navigated all the nooks and crannies of her cunt while her legs reached up to the ceiling and wrapped around his waist. He thrust his cock through her depths, reeled back, and cast out again. Fuck-fuck-fuck. They rocked and rolled with each other, and swung and swayed. She tickled his balls; he bit her nose. Perspiration soaked Patti's blouse, which she didn't even get a chance to remove, and she thought it strange and exciting to be fucked with her clothes on this way.
They tossed and pitched in the air, and the bed hopped about on the rug. Her cunt felt like a whirlpool sucking him in and out, in and out. His prick felt so good she thought maybe he had a propeller on its end, or maybe one of those French tickler things she'd heard about from girls in the office. When her back began aching she dropped her legs and lay flat on the bed, motionless, while he drove into her cunt again and again. The head of his prick butted against the end of her cunt while his shank swiped her clitoris. She lay still and breathed heavily as his juice invaded her pussy, which opened wide and bathed her darling Jim with love.
CHAPTER TWELVE
At the Arbiter table in the dining room that night, all were ill at ease except Winthrop and Francoise, the only two impervious to each other's infidelities. Patti felt embarrassed every time she looked at Winthrop, Jim wanted to disappear every time he saw Marge, and all the other newlyweds experienced similar feelings. At tables around the dining room more loyal couples sat and joked, and asked other couples where they came from and what they did for a living.
Winthrop and Francoise, sensing the discomfort among their guests, tried to lift their spirits by telling humorous stories. Winthrop recalled anecdotes from his years in Hollywood; Francoise spoke of her days as a student in Montmartre, where she had known many famous artists and sometimes worked as a model for them. But their stories, despite being funny and interesting, did little to revive the spirits of the newlyweds.
"What's wrong weeth you people?" Francoise asked after a while. "Are you all seeck?"
Franz Schlieffen picked up the hint. "I have a headache," he said.
"My back hurts a little," said Mario Mastachenza.
"I'm sleepy," said Marge Simmons.
Everyone else added an ailment or complaint, and Francoise shook her head. "You all ought to be ashamed of yourself. You're all young, you're all een love, and you act like you're ready to die. Eet's a disgrace. Winthrop, what can we do to wake them up?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Maybe we should get them drunk." He beckoned to the waiter and asked for chilled bottles of champagne. Then he excused himself and strolled to the kitchen, where he sought out Duk Toy.
Duk Toy stood before the broiler with a prong as long as a poker in his hand. Deftly, he tossed raw steaks and chicken on the flaming grates and picked out meat which had been cooked. His white chef's coat was blotched with blood and gravy, and perspiration dripped down his face. When he saw Winthrop beckoning to him, he passed his prong to an assistant, wiped his hands on a towel, and joined Winthrop in a corner beside a 'shelf full of dishes.
"What you want, boss?" he asked.
"I want you to whip up a chocolate mousse," Winthrop replied, "and I want you to whip in plenty of your special ingredient. The folks at my table aren't feeling too well, and I think some fucking might be good for them."
"Okay, boss." Duk Toy bowed and walked toward the pastry counter.
Winthrop returned to the dining room just as his guests were holding up glasses of champagne in a toast. "Wait for me!" he cried, sitting down and holding up his glass. The waiter filled it, and Winthrop joined his to the others touching in the center of the table.
Francoise intoned the toast. "To tonight," she said, "and to the pleasure I hope it will bring us all."
The glasses clicked against each other, and everyone sipped champagne. Patti felt hers fizzle over her tongue and down her throat. She looked across the table at Winthrop and saw him pursing his mouth to his glass. He looked just like when he kissed her pussy. Jim, from the corner of his eyes, studied Marge's breasts, remembering how he had lapped them only hours before. Marge looked into her glass, and tried to keep her composure.
"Where did you go?" Francoise asked Winthrop.
"To see Duk Toy about preparing a special dessert for this table."
She smiled, for she knew what the special dessert would contain. Like a play, everything was happening on cue. Francoise and Winthrop had done this before. Now it was time for the next move.
"What else can we do to cheer them up?" Francoise asked. "Can you think of anything?"
Winthrop wrinkled his brow and put his fist to his mouth, pretending to think deeply. Then he widened his eyes and pointed his finger at the ceiling. "I have it!" he exclaimed. "Why don't we throw a party for them!"
"A party?"
"Why certainly! We can all. get drunk, sing, dance, maybe even show some of those movies you brought back from Paris. Yes, that's what we'll do!" He looked around the table at his guests and wondered why film critics scoffed at his performances.
At that moment Duk Toy emerged from the kitchen beside a waiter who carried small plates of the newly made chocolate mousse.
"Here's our dessert," Winthrop said, rising to his feet, "served by our renowned head chef, Duk Toy, formerly with the famed Peking Country Club."
Duk Toy bowed, and placed a plate before Francoise, winking to her as he did so. Then he made his way around the table. When he served Patti he gave her a faint smile, and she looked away. His nearness made shivers run up her back. After serving them all, Duk Toy bowed low and returned to the kitchen.
"Chocolate mousse is one of Duk Toy's specialties," Francoise said, raising her spoon to her mouth. She licked at the brown mound with her tongue, and Mario Mastachenza recalled how that talented tongue had caressed his prick and balls.
The mousse was rich and thick, and all devoured it greedily. Then they drank more champagne, and it made them relax a little. Mousse, being a soft substance, was easily digestible, and quickly carried its secret erotic ingredients into the blood streams.
"The party will begin in my suite in forty-five minutes," Winthrop announced, "and you may wear costumes if you wish. I myself shall be attired as a gypsy, and my wife, as a flamenco dancer. Champagne will flow like water, special films will be shown, dance music will be provided for those so inclined, and, of course, my private swimming pool will be available for your pleasure. It will be a gala evening, children. Right now your hearts may be heavy, but in a short while you shall sprout wings and soar!"
* * *
The Arbiters lived in a modem ranch home on the banks of the Keemahatchie River not far from the hotel. One reached it through a path in the woods, and on this path, lit only by moonlight, traveled the party guests beneath the arching branches of tall trees.
Patti wore a white evening dress that was low cut in front and made of a silky material that clung to her body. She wanted to get dressed up, but Jim wore his old jeans and said he would come as a telephone company lineman. Mario Mastachenza wore a tuxedo with wide lapels and very fashionable cut, and his wife, Anita, wore a red satin bikini bathing suit, slapping at mosquitoes that tried to devour her. Al Simmons wore a gray suit and looked very professorial; Marge Simmons wore a cocktail dress that reached her knees. Franz and Wilhelmina Schlieffen both wore slacks and T-shirts.
"There it is," said Franz, pointing ahead to a glimmer of light in the darkness.
"Where?" asked Mario. "Oh yeah, I see it now."
"They sure are an interesting couple," said Marge.
"I never thought I'd meet Winthrop Arbiter," Patti told them. She didn't tell them she never thought she'd suck his cock.
Winthrop had a cocktail glass in his hand and a golden earring hanging from his right earlobe as he opened the door.
"So you're here!" he exclaimed, his teeth flashing. "How wonderful you all look!"
Behind him, in the middle of a large room, Francoise stood in a low-cut blouse and billowy skirt. She hit a castanet and pirouetted as the guests entered, her skirt flying into the air and revealing a flash of red panty.
"Welcome, welcome," Winthrop cried, leading them into the room and onto a thick brown rug. Around them huge expanses of walls were covered with wood paneling, and beams in the ceiling were exposed and stained a deep coffee color. Gay colored lights were strung across the beams, and soft music poured from the corners of the room. Before the stone fireplace a long table had been erected, and before it, Duk Toy, dressed in green and gold silk, arranged trays of hors d'oeuvres. He was assisted by his seventeen-year-old niece, Cum Ling, recently smuggled into America aboard a yacht belonging to friends of Winthrop. Cum Ling wore a gown of red and gold silk on her slim body, her black hair was piled high on her head, and she had the deportment of a queen.
Francoise twirled across the floor to a display of liquors on a bar beside the buffet table. Above her head on the wall hung an abstract painting in blue and gray by a famous French artist whom she had once fucked on the floor of a cafe. "I weel be your bar mistress," she said demurely, "and I recommend the absinthe which friends of mine have been kind enough to smuggle to me from Paris."
"I'll have some of that," Mario said, approaching the bar, and Francoise poured him a hefty glass of the green liquid.
Franz Schlieffen asked for Rhine wine, and upon being told there was none, accepted a glass of dry champagne. Anita asked for scotch and soda, and Francoise spilled some on top of the bar, so distracted was she by the sight of Anita's enormous breasts straining the bikini halter. All the rest consented to try the absinthe.
Mario grabbed Anita around the waist, and waltzed her across the floor in time to the music. Winthrop, in his gypsy knickers, joined his wife behind the bar and helped her with the drinks, occasionally pinching her ass gently. Al Simmons sat on a yellow butterfly chair and tried to look dignified, but Marge sat on his lap and felt his hardon across the cheeks of her ass.
"Where'd that come from?" Marge whispered in his ear.
"I don't know," he replied.
With a glass of absinthe in one hand, Patti stood beside the buffet and selected an hors d'oeuvre of tiny black things on a triangular cracker. "What's this?" she asked Duk Toy.
He smiled at Patti and Jim. "Caviar," he replied, "from Caspian Sea."
She bit the cracker, and was surprised how much the taste resembled Francoise's cunt the night she had eaten it. The memory was a pleasing one, and just then she became aware of a faint glow in her pussy. Beside her, Jim sipped his glass of absinthe and his other hand dove into his pocket to cover his growing hardon. Cum Ling, lighting a thick red candle atop an oak end table, watched Jim and giggled.
Winthrop strode into the middle of the floor and spread out his arms. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, IT'S SHOWTIME!"
As the last syllable left his mouth the lights dimmed and music stopped. A low rumbling noise could be heard, and on the wall to the left of the buffet table, wood panels divided, revealing a white projection screen. The couples sat on sofas, chairs, and the rug as Duk Toy wheeled in a table upon which was a movie projector. He plugged it into the wall, turned it on, and the screen filled with flickering light. He adjusted the lens, and on the screen everyone read the words: ON THE GREEN The title faded and on the screen a beautiful young couple dressed in sport clothes pushed golf carts across a spacious green meadow. The quality of the film was excellent, it was in color, and its musical score was lively but subdued. The man was tall and blond, built something like Franz Schlieffen, and the girl, shorter and busty, like Patti.
The sky was blue and dotted with small puffy clouds. The couple stopped at a golf ball lying in the grass, the man selected a club, teed off, and slammed it.
"Good shot!" said the girl, her blond hair dancing in the sun.
"Yes, but it's getting warm out here," he replied. He removed his T-shirt and stuffed it in his golf bag. His chest was tanned and hairless.
"I'm getting warm too," the girl said, removing her blouse. Underneath she had no bra, and her breasts hung loose and heavy.
She tucked her blouse into her golf bag, and they continued across the meadow, pushing their golf carts. Soon they found another ball.
"This one's mine," said the girl.
They stopped, she selected a club from her bag, bent before the ball, and made a few practice swings that looked very awkward.
"Oh, this is terrible," the girl said. "I can't swing properly because my big titties keep getting in the way of my arms."
"I guess you'll have to put on your blouse," the man said, scratching his balls.
"But it's too hot!" protested the girl.
"Hmmm. Well, maybe I can help by holding them for you."
"Okay."
He walked behind her, put his hand under her armpits, and cupped a big tit in each hand. "This all right?" he asked.
"That's fine, I think."
She raised her golf club and wiggled her ass. He wiggled his ass and kissed her neck. She dropped the golf club and fell forward on the grass. He pulled off her skirt; she was wearing no panties. Unbuttoning his fly, he pulled down his pants. He wore no shorts. He lay on top of her, holding his cock in his hand.
On the projection screen a close-up showed a monstrous pink cock moving toward an immense blond pussy in the center of which was a red slit and pink nappy folds. The peckerhead pushed against the pussy folds and pierced them, and the film cut to a shot of the girl's smiling face, and then to the man's smiling face. Then it showed the prick and pussy again, and on the soundtrack grunting and sighing could be heard. The prick burrowed in the cunt to its hilt, withdrew, plunged in again, and Patti sat in wide-eyed amazement. She had never seen anything like this in her life. It looked ugly and kind of disgusting, but there was also something beautiful and arousing about the red cock oozing into the blond pussy. Patti's own pussy felt very warm, and the crotch of her panties were damp. She hoped the party didn't last too long because she wanted to go back to the room and have Jim fuck her.
The actress pushed her shapely ass into the air and the actor pushed at it with his pelvis. Next came a close-up of his hands kneading her opulent tits, then a close-up of his tongue licking her neck and ears. Then her hand reached around and caressed his balls while his prick thundered into her pussy again and again.
Patti and Jim sat with Mario and Anita on a long sofa covered with fluffy white material, with Patti between the two men. Her pussy steamed and she wanted to touch it, but she couldn't with Mario there. She rubbed her legs together, but that only intensified the lust she felt.
"Jesus, look at that," whispered Mario.
At first Patti thought he referred to her what else was happening. Marge still sat on Al's lap, but they were making a peculiar motion and Marge's dress looked awfully high in back. Something went zap in Patti's brain when she realized Marge and Al were fucking, his prick either in her cunt or ass. On another sofa sat Franz and Wilhelmina Schlieffen, holding hands and staring transfixed at the movie screen. At least they were acting normal.
Just then the buffet table became illuminated by an indirect light in the ceiling. Duk Toy walked to it, faced the guests, and bowed. He unbuttoned and removed his shirt, then dropped his pants. There was nothing underneath except his huge golden prick. Duk Toy climbed onto the table and lay upon it with his head facing the guests and his prick sticking in the air like a lighthouse. Patti's nipples ached with desire and she sought to relieve the discomfort by rubbing them with her arm.
Cum Ling appeared before the buffet table in her red and gold gown. She reached behind her neck, unhooked something, and the gown fell to the floor. She stood naked like a golden statue, her breasts small but well-formed, and no hair could be seen around her pussy. She bowed, climbed atop the table, and stood over Duk Toy so that he lay between her legs. She bent her knees and began to drop down to him.
Patti noticed Cum Ling's cunt was in direct line with Duk Toy's prick, and if Cum Ling continued her descent she would become impaled on Duk Toy's monster. Patti thought the monster couldn't possibly enter the slim girl's cunt, and if it did, it would split her wide open. Cum Ling's knees bent more, and her cunt dropped lower. Patti was enchanted by the girl's thin pink slit of a cunt, and felt an urge to kiss it. The slit dropped lower and opened wider, and inside was something that looked like a tiny pointed tongue. Duk Toy's prick throbbed in the air. Now Cum Ling's slit was directly over Duk Toy's prick and the girl had bent her legs into a perfectly balanced obscene position. She licked her lips and her arms floated gracefully in the air. Closer and closer her smooth pussy drew to Duk Toy's prick. And then they touched.
Duk Toy's peckerhead looked twice as large as the slit against which it rested. Cum Ling swiveled her hips and made the peckerhead slick with the juice of her cunt. She reached down and grasped its thick trunk, then bent her knees. The top of the golden peckerhead crowded into her pink pussy. She rolled her eyes and bent her knees more. Her pussy swallowed the entire bulbous peckerhead, and Patti watched in total amazement, thinking she had just witnessed a miracle. Cum Ling reached down with her other hand and held Duk Toy's prick as if it were a rake or hoe, and Duk Toy placed a hand on each of Cum Ling's legs just above her knees. The beautiful Chinese girl closed her eyes and began to slide down Duk Toy's golden staff. Patti's cunt was ablaze now, her nipples tingled, and her mouth was wet with desire. Beside her Anita was vigorously pulling Mario's cock, and Patti could see Anita's breasts jiggling about. In the middle of the rug Francoise gave Winthrop a blowjob with such delicacy and artistry that Patti felt embarrassed about the clumsy blowjobs she had given Winthrop and Jim. On their chair, Marge bounced up and down on Al's lap, and there was no longer any doubt what they were doing. On the sofa Franz kissed Wilhelmina and stroked her tits while she watched Cum Ling, who was now halfway down Duk Toy's cock. On the movie screen the actor stroked the actress's cunt with a golf club.
"Jim," Patti whispered into his ear, "do you realize we're the only ones not doing anything."
"I know."
"Don't you want to?"
"I'm scared."
"Well, I'm not!".
Patti reached down and grabbed Jim's prick, and he almost jumped out of his seat. His prick was hard as steel and lay down his thigh like a pipe. She squeezed it with her fingers and Jim blushed red with embarrassment. His prick had been yearning to be fondled, but he disapproved of public displays of affection and what Patti did now went far beyond that. He looked around the room at the others and his, embarrassment diminished. Look at what they were doing!
Beside him, Anita got to her feet, removed her bikini halter, dropped her bikini pants, and sat down on Mario's cock just as Cum Ling did on Duk Toy's. The sight of her black furry cunt made Jim's heart beat faster. Anita bent over Mario and licked his handsome lips with her tongue. Jim felt Patti unzipping his fly, but now was beyond embarrassment. He put his arm around her shoulder, massaged a tit with his other hand, and let Patti jerk him off.
Patti, pleased by Jim's warm response, didn't know what to watch first. Ordinarily she would have watched Jim's beautiful prick, but only because it would usually be the only object of interest. Here in the Arbiter living room there was considerable competition. Beside her, voluptuous naked Anita sat on Mario's prick and fucked it with smooth undulating motions while her tits bobbed in the air. Patti looked with envy at those "heavy tits with brown nipples the size of half-dollars. How beautiful they were! She noticed Anita smiling at her.
Anita took Patti's hand and held it against her magnificent left tit. "Go ahead," Anita said, "have fun. I don't mind. You too, Jim."
She reached for Jim's trembling hand and placed it beside Patti's on her tit. Patti saw Jim's hand hungrily squeeze Anita's big tit, and Patti began to jerk him off more vigorously. Jim, who was bending over Patti and caressing Anita's tit, snaked his free hand into Patti's gown and crawled up to her pussy. The gown was tight and Patti could not spread her legs far, but Jim squeezed between her thighs and through the elastic of her panties to the soft fold of her wet cunt. He went straight for her clit, and when he touched it she sighed and the room began to spin. Before her dazed eyes on the rug she saw Francoise sucking up and down on Winthrop's giant cock, and on the downstroke Patti had to wonder where all of Winthrop's cock went. To the left on the sofa Franz fucked Wilhelmina, but they both had their clothes on. Wilhelmina's skirt was hiked up around her waist and Franz evidently fucked her through the side of her panties. On the nearby chair, Marge bounced up and down on Al's cock and had her arms wrapped around his head. Looking up at the movie screen, Patti saw the actor now fucking the actress with two golf clubs, one in her ass and the other in her pussy. The screen showed it all in giant close-up: steel thrusting again and again into blond hair and dark red meat. All at once the man stopped manipulating the golf clubs. Leaving them stuck in the girl, he bent over and licked around them with his tongue.
On the buffet table the unbelievable occurred again and again. Duk Toy's gargantuan cock disappeared and reappeared in and out of Cum Ling's tiny pussy. The golden cock now shone with pussy juices, and Cum Ling's arms waved gracefully in the air. Duk Toy's pelvis lifted into the air smoothly and Cum Ling bent her knees and slid down his cock. When she rose into the air and his cock retreated, Patti could see the petal-like folds of her cunt being drawn out around it.
Patti could stand it no more. She sprang to her feet, unzipped her gown, and pulled it off over her head. She unhooked her bra and pulled it off, then stepped out of her soaking panties. Backing up to Jim, she reached behind him for his cock and held it firmly in her hands. Slowly she sat down, letting it penetrate her cunt. Guiding it in with her hand, she made it rub her clitoris as it filled her up. One of his hands jumped around Patti's tits while the other tweaked the nipple of Anita's tit. Patti bucked up and down on Jim's prick and watched the fucking and sucking around her. She realized she was participating in a real sex orgy, which impassioned her even more. Maybe it was better to be a slut than a nice girl. It was certainly more fun.
There was movement on the sofa beside her. She looked and saw Anita screaming and waving her hands in the air, Mario grunting underneath her. Patti realized they were coming, and her own pussy began to twitch in celebration. She reached beside her, curved her hand under Anita's pussy, and let the rain of pussy and prick juice fall on her palm. She stroked Anita's trembling cunt and Mario's throbbing cock as they finished their final strokes together. When they stopped and lay still against each other, Patti kept her hand in place and let it soak in the wetness while she kept her pussy wrapped around Jim's cock and fucked it vigorously.
After a minute or two Mario stood up and stretched, his prick still stiff. He smiled at Patti, and Patti smiled back. He winked at Patti and walked toward her, his wet cock in his hand. He stood before her, his cock only inches from her mouth, and she didn't know what to do although she knew what she wanted to do. Her dilemma was solved by movement on the sofa underneath her. Jim stretched out full length on the sofa, and when he became comfortable, Anita crawled onto the sofa, got on her knees over his face, and sat her pussy down on his face. Jim didn't fight her off; in fact he held the cheeks of her ass as he ate her. Well, Patti thought, what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. Mario's cock stretched tantalizingly before her. Patti opened her mouth,. and Mario took one step forward. His wet cock touched her lips lightly. Patti opened her mouth wider and Mario eased his hips forward. The round, slick top of his cock slipped into her mouth and she licked it clean with her frantic tongue. She shivered and sucked his peckerhead, and he obliged by pushing in all the way. Now Patti's mouth was filled with Mario's fat prick, her cunt stuffed with Jim's beautiful one, and from behind, Anita bent toward her and kissed her neck and back. From somewhere in the room came the sound of whimpering and moaning; someone else was coming, but Patti couldn't tell who. She couldn't see anything now except Mario's hairy flat stomach and that part of his prick not in her mouth. She reached up and cupped his soaking balls with one hand while her other reached under and nestled in his ass. He cupped his hands around her head and fucked it rhythmically. Jim fucked her pussy with a smooth tempo and beside her she could hear his slurping in Anita's cunt. Patti removed one hand from Mario's ass and reached to the side until she found one of Anita's tits. Patti massaged it with her hand, then groped down and felt Anita's pussy and Jim's darting tongue. Patti made a V with her fingers over Anita's cunt and felt Jim's tongue lash through again and again, while Anita's tongue lapped Patti's neck and ear. Jim's prick drove in and out of Patti's cunt; Mario's prick drove in and out of her mouth. Her clitoris felt like a strawberry being mashed into jelly. Patti felt more alive than ever before, and never had she known such incredible stimulation or imagined it would be possible. Her pussy quivered. She tried to develop finesse with her blowjob of Mario, trying not to bite it, and licking firmly with her tongue. At that moment she became aware of Anita's tongue roving down her back. Anita must be bending sharply and her cunt must be wide open in Jim's face. Anita's tongue walked steadily to the top of Patti's ass-crack, burrowed in, and squirmed down. Patti couldn't believe it. Along with everything else, now Patti was having her ass reamed by Anita's tongue! It was too much for her! Patti fucked harder, sucked harder, fingerfucked Anita's cunt harder, and arched her ass out into Anita's face. An orgasm rolled down her cunt to her clitoris. She screamed around Mario's cock just as it began to pump hot come into her mouth. Patti coughed and fell forward, writhing in ecstasy, just as Jim's prick exploded in her cunt. Her left hand became smothered in Anita's pussy juices, and her right hand groped wildly in the air. Someone put a prick in it, a long mighty prick, and Patti began to come again.
They all rolled off the sofa onto the floor, and Patti felt as if she had dropped into a sea of squirming bodies. She opened her mouth and a cock dropped in. Opening her eyes she saw it belonged to Al Simmons. Her third orgasm overtook her and she screamed around Al's cock. Delirious and half-insane with lust, Patti sucked the cock of Al, who lay beneath her while she stood on her hands and knees. Just then someone rammed a cock in her behind. It hurt at first because it was a big cock, but Patti boosted her ass in the air and the cock glided right in. Patti looked up and saw the movie screen now devoid of images and flickering a pale white light. Bodies tumbled everywhere around her, pricks in. pussies, pussies in mouths, pricks in mouths. She reached out with her left hand and wrapped it around the root of a prick fucking a pussy. Her right hand caressed a smooth female ass. Someone licked Patti's toes. She had no idea of where Jim was, but felt comforted to know she was connected to him somehow through pricks and cunts. Beside her someone screamed and jolted into the air, knocking against Patti and causing her to fall to the side. Al's prick slipped from her mouth and the other prick fell out of her ass. She rolled onto her back, opened her eyes, and saw Duk crawl on top of her.
"I look for you," he breathed into her ear as he glided his oversized cock up and down the slit of her cunt. "I want fuck you again." He jabbed his hips forward and his bulging peckerhead entered her cunt.
Patti squealed with delight, because she loved Duk Toy almost as much as she loved Jim. She lay and quivered happily as the golden cock invaded her pussy and pinned her ass to the rug. Duk Toy wrapped his muscular arms around her and she gave herself completely to him. He drew his cock back--it seemed to be an endless process--then plunged it in again. His cock was so massive Patti thought she could feel it in her throat. She coughed and opened her eyes. Standing above her was Cum Ling, a curious smile on her face. Cum Ling bent her knees and waved her arms, just as she did on the buffet table with Duk Toy, but this time her cunt was in direct line with Patti's face.
"You eat me, yes?" asked Cum Ling.
Patti shook her head eagerly.
Duk Toy released Patti from his arms and moved his upper torso to the side, where Patti saw him bury his tongue into an asshole surrounded by blond hairs, most probably Wilhelmina's. His cock sank again and again into Patti's cunt, while Patti's legs kicked joyously into the air. She looked up and saw Cum Ling's beautiful smooth cunt descending. It was small and delicate, and Patti wanted desperately to kiss it. The little cunt dropped closer and Patti sniffed, trying to inhale its essence. Cum Ling's legs bent more and her pussy now hovered over Patti's mouth. Patti stretched her tongue up and licked the tiny slit all around its rim, then inserted the tip of her tongue inside as Cum Ling released the tension in her knees and sat on Patti's face. Patti's tongue entered all the way, and inside it was like a smooth, narrow corridor. Gracefully she raised her hands and caressed the smooth ass of Cum Ling. She ran her fingers into the young Chinese girl's ass-crack, then reached around and spread the lips of her pussy with her thumbs. Patti wiggled her tongue up and down, and from side to side.
Patti wrapped her legs around Duk Toy's waist and opened her eyes. Across Cum Ling's flat belly she saw Anita Mastachenza bending over touching her toes while Winthrop Arbiter fucked her in the ass. At Anita's feet on the floor Patti could see only writhing, twisting bodies. Someone had turned the music system on again, and Patti heard a man with a deep voice sing a song about when he was seventeen and in love.
Cum Ling tangled her fingers in Patti's hair and. rubbed her pussy against Patti's' face. Patti lapped like a madwoman while fucking Duk Toy's powerful cock. Cum Ling rested her knees on the floor and rocked the top of her torso in time to the music. In and out romped Duk Toy's cock. Round and round rolled Cum Ling's pussy. Patti felt the mad itch in her cunt that always preceded an orgasm. She hugged Duk Toy's hips with her legs and stretched her tongue as far as it would reach into Cum Ling's cunt. The sweet smell of semen and pussy juice filled the air. Patti felt her cunt fill with sweet goodness, and then her orgasm broke through and sent her into paroxysms of delight. She wiggled her shoulders as Cum Ling came. Patti rode up and down Duk Toy's cock; just then it expanded, forcing apart the walls of Patti's cunt even farther, and disgorged a mighty torrent of come. Its force shot Patti's ass into the air, and as she rose it fired again, pushing her completely off his cock and onto the pile of squirming bodies on the floor.
Now everything became confused and dream-like for Patti. She heard Winthrop Arbiter's voice in her ear.
"Patti my dear," he crooned, slipping his prick into her cunt. "Are you having a good time?"
"I think so," she said weakly as she fucked him.
She fucked for a long time that way, becoming unconscious with deliriums of ecstasy at least twice, coming at least once. Then she tumbled among the bodies on the floor again. She lapped Anita's big tits, sucked Francoise's pussy, jerked off Al, and gave Duk Toy a blowjob. She was eaten by Cum Ling, fucked in the ass by Winthrop Arbiter, fucked in the pussy by Mario, and slapped in the face with Duk Toy's golden pecker. After all that, Patti and Wilhelmina found a quiet place behind a sofa and performed a sixty-nine with Wilhelmina on the bottom and Patti on top. Patti felt a strong attraction to this muscular German beauty, and now slurped her cunt with precision and passion while Wilhelmina returned the pleasure stroke for stroke. They nibbled each other's clits, and in moments of extreme passion, licked each other's assholes. Patti thought Wilhelmina's cunt tasted the best of anyone's so far. It had the flavor of fresh fruit, of peaches and cream. Hot peaches and cream. Patti spread the lips of Wilhelmina's cunt, pursed her own lips, and inserted them inside. Wilhelmina's cunt covered her lips, tongue, nose, and part of her cheeks. Part of her face was right inside Wilhelmina's delicious cunt, and that thought was so erotic Patti had an immediate orgasm. They moaned and fucked each other's faces, and then it became Wilhelmina's turn to come.
When Wilhelmina's cunt was dry, Patti gave it one last kiss and looked up. She was astonished to see Jim sitting beside them on the rug, jerking off. His eyes were glazed and face pale as he beat his meat with passion and vigor. Wilhelmina saw him too, coughed embarrassedly, excused herself, and disappeared.
"Are you all right?" Patti asked him.
"I'm fine," he said, still jerking off.
"Why are you jerking off? Why don't you find someone to fuck?"
"Because I've already done lots of fucking, and I decided I wanted to watch you go down on Wilhelmina and jerk myself off. What's the matter with that?"
Patti considered what had been going on for the past few hours, and decided she didn't think anything was wrong anymore. "There's nothing wrong with it," she said, smiling, "but can I help you?"
He stopped jerking off and let his prick stand in the air. "If you want to."
"What would you like me to do?"
"A blowjob maybe?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I thought you didn't believe in that."
"Changed my mind."
Patti crawled forward and grabbed Jim's prick in her hand. She bent over it, sniffed, and noted it smelled like pussy. Could be anybody's, probably everybody's.
"Who've you been fucking?" she asked slyly.
"Everybody."
"Everybody!"
"That's right. I went from one to the other until I fucked every woman here."
Patti wrinkled her brow. She didn't like to hear that, but for all she knew she had fucked every man, and maybe a few twice. "Who was the best?" she asked.
He smiled. "You, of course."
"Really?"
"Yes, but Francoise was awfully good. Jesus, she really knows what it's all about."
"More than me?"
"Yep, but you'll learn. Hey, how about that blowjob you promised me?"
Patti dropped her tongue and licked the head of his cock as if it were a lollipop, trying to show him how good she had become. Then she licked all around the shank of his prick, and afterwards all over his balls. When everything dripped with her spit, she perched over his prick, opened her mouth, and gobbled it up. Jim sighed and lay back on the floor, shaking his hips from side to side and driving his cock into her mouth. Her mouth travelled up and down over his cock. She held his prick with one hand and stroked his balls with the other. Jim was her husband, the man dearest to her, and she wanted this to be her best blowjob to date. Her tongue became a merry-go-round around his prick, her lips exquisite massaging tools. Her teeth never touched his prick; she gave the whole blowjob solely with lips and tongue. She was certain that's the way Francoise and all the other great blowjob artists did it, and Patti sincerely wanted to become a great blowjob artist herself. While moving her head up and down she added a circular motion, so now she gave him an energetic spiraling blowjob. For the first time, she appreciated the size of Jim's cock. It was big enough to be satisfying, but not so big as to be a strain, like Duk Toy's. Patti found it difficult to suck Duk Toy's cock because it choked her, but Jim's was just right. Yes, she had married the right man.
"Gee, you're pretty good, Patti," Jim said.
Patti burbled thanks into his cock and continued sucking without missing a stroke. To show his gratitude, Jim squirmed around the floor on his elbows until he was able to poke his head under Patti's legs and lick her pussy. He cupped the cheeks of her ass in his hands and mashed her pussy down on his face. Her pussy hairs were wet and he didn't want to think about the sources of the wetness. He whipped his tongue forward and lashed Patti's clitoris with it, making the lips of her pussy tremble. He lashed it again and again, and heard Patti squeal around his prick. Then he took her clitoris on the flat of his tongue, folded his tongue so that it enclosed her clitoris, and then worked his tongue up and down.
Patti felt her clitoris twirl and twiddle in Jim's mouth, and spread her legs wider to afford him more room. All the while she ran her lips up and down his prick while her tongue went round and round. So strenuously was she sucking his prick that she felt her breasts heaving for air and her neck muscles aching mildly. On the other side of the sofa she heard someone moan in orgasm, and someone else laugh. Not distracted, she slurped Jim's pecker while snipping at his tongue with her pussy lips. She loved to suck his cock and decided she would give him a blowjob at least once a day for the rest of their married life. Seconds became minutes, and minutes accumulated. Patti kept sucking never removing her mouth from Jim's cock, and began to wonder why he couldn't or wouldn't come. The ache in her neck became more pronounced, and her lips and tongue were tiring. Valiantly she continued the blowjob, rubbing his balls and doing everything she thought might make him come. She thought maybe a combination blowjob and jerk-off might do it. She wrapped one hand around the shank of his cock, squeezed hard, and jerked him off vigorously while sucking his pecker head. Jim rocked his ass on the floor, a sign that he liked it. Between her legs she felt him nibbling the lips of her pussy. She inserted a finger into his asshole. Jim grunted and they rolled over onto their sides just as Patti felt his prick expand like a balloon in her hand. She knew what that meant, so she jerked him harder and opened her mouth wide. The swelling travelled up his cock and then his come dribbled into her mouth like sugar syrup. It was no great explosion, for he had already fucked himself nearly dry. Patti sipped at his prick-hole with her lips, and rubbed her lips in the come. His prick came so sweetly, so tenderly, that it drew a delicate little orgasm through her pussy. It was nothing spectacular, just a delicious shiver and a quake or two against Jim's now-motionless lips. Patti's mouth was so tired she removed it from Jim's prick, rested her face on his thigh, and held his prick against her cheek, feeling its warm wetness. She closed her eyes and smiled.
"Patti?"
"Yes?"
"That was pretty good." His breath furled into her pussy hairs as he spoke.
"It sure was."
"I think this is the beginning of a great marriage."
She turned her head and kissed his prick once more. "I think you're right," she told him happily.
