No one could tell you why this pleasant tree-shaded avenue had ever come to be called Vine Street, since for as long as the oldest inhabitant of the street could remember, there had never been any vines of any kind in the entire area except for the creeping ivy which covered the old Edwards House down by the woods. It was a strong and vigorous kind of climbing ivy which was already beginning to spread to the new house which had been built next-door by the newcomer, Will Benson. Ivy had a tendency to make a house a little humid, but it looked very attractive from the outside, and Martin Edwards had never been able to decide whether the ivy was a curse or a blessing, since it grew like mad and was impossible to uproot.
They were an odd pair of neighbors, the Edwardses and the Bensons, and when the new fast-talking salesman had built his fancy ranch-style house next to the old Edwards place, people had started betting that there would be open warfare between the two families before spring. Certainly, the two men were as unlike each other as it was possible for two people to be.
Martin Edwards had been living in the old family house ever since his father had died and he had married that red-headed woman, and the neighbors had a word or two to say about her and he taught English in the neighborhood high school. Everybody agreed that good old Martin would make an excellent principal for the high school as soon as Mr. Jacobs retired. The young man was steady, soft-spoken, moderate in dress and drink, and folks on Vine Street respected him.
About the newcomer, Will Benson, people were not yet quite so sure. Will had a good job, that had to be admitted, traveling all over the state as the sales representative for a well-known firm, but there was something a little too flashy about him to make folks trust him completely. For one thing, Will apparently made a little more money than the rest of the good citizens on Vine Street and he did not hesitate to show it off. That new house had cost a pretty penny and in the driveway sat a spanking new high-priced car, plus a second automobile for his wife Sarah to use. And Will was aggressive and forceful, a big contrast with the mild soft-spoken school teacher next door. No, the neighbors were certain. The two men would never hit it off together.
But the neighbors were all dead wrong. The two houses were a little isolated down there at the end of Vine Street near the woods and Will Benson and Martin Edwards got along just fine, despite the differences in their personalities. Of course, their wives had a lot to do with it, having quickly become friends themselves. Some of the old-timers in the neighborhood had wagged their heads in disapproval when young Martin had married that red-headed hurricane, Tess, a girl who came from the other side of the tracks on the wrong side of town, but Tess seemed to have settled down considerably since her marriage and never gave anyone cause for gossip, despite her miniskirts, a fact which was a big disappointment to all the little old ladies on Vine Street.
And the salesman's wife, Sarah, seemed un-likely to cause any scandals either. She was a good-looking girl, but every Sunday morning found her in church, and she had already joined one of the community charity organizations. Naturally her wheeler-dealer husband never had time for such things, but no one could say that timid mousy little Sarah Benson did not do her part in the neighborhood.
All in all, there was not a really healthy bit of gossip out of either family apart from the fact that Tess wore her sweaters too tight and her dresses too short, and yes, there was that time when Will Benson had gotten a little bit tipsy and ran down a stop sign with his brand-new car. But basically, like all the upright and respectable people on Vine Street, the Bensons and the Edwardses were happily married God-fearing folks, just not the types to get themselves involved in scandals.
Or so it seemed.
* * *
Sitting in his undershorts, Martin Edwards was writing "B-minus" on an examination paper when he felt Tess' arms go around his neck and the soft yielding pressure of her breasts pressing tantalizingly into his back as he leaned over his cluttered desk. Tess had just emerged from the shower and the young school teacher could smell his wife's warm, soap-clean nakedness behind him. A pity we have to go over to the Bensons', he thought to himself wistfully. It's been kind of a long time since . .'.
"Darling, how about a little pick-me-up before we get dressed?" his pretty red-headed wife whispered temptingly in his ear, rubbing her heavy ripe breasts back and forth across the naked skin of his back. He could feel the tiny brown buds of her nipples hardening as she stimulated herself against him.
"We don't really have time, sweetheart," he told her apologetically, turning around in his swivel chair to pull her smooth slippery body down gently onto his lap. "We promised to be next door at nine o'clock and I haven't even shaved yet."
But Tess was not taking "no" for an answer tonight. A shower always aroused her sexually for some reason and tonight she wanted it worse than ever. Sitting on his lap, the lushly well-developed young wife wiggled her backside lustily, deliberately grinding the full firm half-moons of her buttocks down into her husband's loins in the hopes of stirring his dormant penis into activity. Grinning at him with an expression of unmasked desire, she tugged on his ears, pulling his face down into the deep shadowy valley between her high-set, fully rounded breasts.
"So we'll be a few minutes late," she whispered invitingly into his ear. "The Bensons aren't going to call the police, and your little wifey needs it bad, lover."
Martin could hardly refuse her when she asked for it like that, so the school teacher picked up his supple young wife in his strong arms and carried her into the bedroom, a little reluctantly. Not that he minded making love, of course. He had the most beautiful wife on Vine Street and Martin Edwards was a healthy young man who enjoyed proper marital relations, although Tess sometimes shocked him with the things she said and did when they were in bed together.
"Quick, take your clothes off," she panted as he deposited her gently on the bed. "Damnit, Marty, I'm so hot I can hardly stand it!"
Martin quickly obeyed, glancing furtively at his watch to see exactly how late for their appointment this was going to make them, and shyly turning his back while he removed his undershorts.
"Why do you always face away from me when you undress?" she challenged him as he slid quickly under the covers. "I think your body is beautiful and I like to see it." As if to illustrate her point, the lusty young woman threw the blankets back, leaving the two of them lying stark naked on the sheet. "And I like to see your lovely big cock too," she assured him crudely. "Especially when it gets all hard and stiff like it is now. Ooooh, I'd like to give it a kiss!"
Martin blushed deeply and tried to wiggle away, but his wife was too fast for him and before he could stop her, Tess had quickly ducked her head into his loins and planted a hot wet kiss on the tip of his long hard shaft, causing his hips to jerk convulsively. The school teacher also did not like to hear his wife refer to his genital organ as a "cock" since he had been educated to call it a "penis" and to believe that all other words were vulgar and indecent. Tess had been raised on the wrong side of the tracks as far as Vine Street was concerned, and she had picked up some of this dirty talk from her late father, who had been a well-known alcoholic and woman-chaser in his day.
"Please, Tess," he pleaded in embarrassment, trying to maneuver her into a more conventional love-making position. Martin preferred to lie side-by-side with his wife when they had intercourse because it seemed to be a gender, more civilized way to manage things. Sometimes, however, Tess got especially excited and climbed on top of him, straddling his body with her smoothly tapered thighs, his long lust-stiffened shaft buried deep inside her wetly clasping vagina.
"Come on, Marty," she prodded him, covering his chest with wet hungry kisses. "Let's do something dirty tonight. I feel like something a little bit different. Don't you know any perversions?"
Martin grew redder in the face as he listened to this wildly erotic talk. Of course he knew of certain "perversions", having heard men joke about things like "blow-jobs" and "sixty-nine", but they were certainly not the kind of thing a respectable husband did with his wife.
"Well... " he stammered unhappily, never having known just how to handle this red-headed bundle of sexual energy when she was really turned on like this. "I... I can't "Did you like it when I kissed your cock?" she asked him, her voice suddenly going very soft as she caressed his thighs with her hands, her head lying on his hard flat stomach.
"Well, yes," he was forced to admit. There had been a funny electric tingle which had raced up his spinal column when she had put her soft red lips over the thick smooth foreskin on his long uncircumcised penis.
"Would you like me to kiss it some more?" she whispered, moving her head slightly farther down his torso in the direction of his manfully stirring cock. Martin was suffering an agony of embarrassment at this lurid suggestion, half-wanting to go ahead and half-convinced that such a thing was almost unnatural.
"I could even... you know... I could even put it inside my mouth," she breathed at him softly. "We never did that before and... it might be fun." Without waiting for her husband's response, Tess slid her face closer and closer to Martin's bulging cock-head, her lips slightly parted as she prepared to accept it delicately up into the cavity of her mouth.
"No, no... " he groaned, reaching down with his hands to restrain her. "I don't think we'd better."
"Why, baby?" asked Tess dreamily, stroking his hard quivering penis with her hands as they talked. "I don't really mind, and I've heard that it gives a man a lot of pleasure. Shouldn't we at least try it?"
"It's just that... I'm afraid that I would... I mean, if it happened to me and it probably would, you know, I wouldn't want it to happen inside your mouth," Martin babbled hastily, mixing up his words in his effort to explain his reluctance.
Tess, her body now practically quaking with unsatiated carnal lust, straightened out her long, finely tapered legs and spun around agilely on her buttocks so that her knees were lying beside her husband's head and her face rested comfortably on his thigh. Upside down like this, they looked at each other for a long minute before the avidly desirous young woman broke the silence.
"I wouldn't care," she burst out passionately. "I'd want you to cum in my mouth! I want you to explode in my lips so I could feel every bit of it! It would be... such an intimate way to make you cum!"
"But afterwards," objected Martin nervously. "Afterwards I wouldn't be able to make love to you and you wouldn't be satisfied. It would be unfair and I'd be getting all the pleasure."
"No," corrected his luscious red-haired wife. "After you came, you could-if you wanted to-you could do the same thing to me and make me cum that way."
"I don't get it," responded the school teacher stupidly. "How could I possibly do the same thing to you?"
Tess groaned inwardly as her young husband missed the point. She loved Martin desperately and he had done so much for her since they had married, improving her mind and bringing her to live in his lovely old ancestral home. And he was a good lover, soft and very gentle, but hopelessly unimaginative. In two years of marriage, she had finally gotten him to accept the idea that it was not a mortal sin if she got on top instead of the everlasting dullness of the missionary position. Now she was trying to move him a step further, but it was not working very well.
And it was so embarrassing for her to have to teach him things that men normally discovered on their own. Martin had been a virgin until the day of their marriage, while Tess had been somewhat less than virginal, but the naive young school teacher had been too ignorant to notice the difference. But she was terrified lest it occur to him to ask or wonder how it was she knew so much about sex, or begin to suspect that she had gone to bed with a number of older and more experienced men before she had fallen in love with him.
"Well, darling, I've read-you know how these women's magazines are-that some husbands like to kiss their wives between the legs and the wife sometimes likes it too," she made one last effort.
"You mean I could make it happen to you if I kissed you between the legs?" replied Martin, apparently shocked by the idea.
"Oh, Martin, darling, there are all kinds of ways to make a woman cum!" she informed him, now getting a little irritated. Goddamn, she was thinking impatiently. It's nice to have a faithful husband, but sometimes he acts as if sex were invented last year by the Ford Foundation and still in the experimental stage. "We should try some different ways, lover."
Perplexed, Martin Edwards let his eyes roam over the lust-inciting body of the woman he had married. There was no question in his mind that she was an extraordinary woman, and he had never for a moment regretted going against his father's advice and marrying her. Tess was a long-bodied girl with the smooth white skin which red-heads often have, and unusually wide-spaced breasts, voluptuously rounded and provocative which brought envious stares from other men every time they appeared in public together. She was a good housekeeper and conversationalist, and he enjoyed living with her.
But she read the damnedest things in those women's magazines! Now she wanted him to do this unmentionable thing with his penis and then put his head down between her legs and kiss the hair-covered mound of her pubis!
On the other hand, he considered, the idea had possibilities, even if it did seem a trifle abnormal and immoral. He pondered the prospect, studying the fleshy open lips of his wife's tantalizingly inviting pussy lips and the quivering pink button of her swollen little clitoris. It wouldn't hurt to try, he decided, slowly bending his head to plant a kiss on the moist red-rimmed lips of her vagina.
But Tess had already given up hope.
"Oh, forget it!" she snapped irritably, having tired of his continual delay. "If you really think lightning is going to strike, we can do it the way grandma and grandpa did!" And pulling her legs up beneath her, the lusty red-haired woman spun around so that she was face-to-face with her puzzled husband. Martin rolled meekly onto his back, vaguely aware that he had been offered a very special kind of challenge and somehow dropped the ball. But he closed his eyes as Tess swung one leg across his body, lowering herself into position and impaling herself agilely on his long stiff penis.
* * *
Will Benson caught his wife in a flying tackle as she emerged naked from the bathroom, her wet nubile form draped in a large bath towel.
"Oh!" she cried in fright as the momentum from his body carried her helplessly across the room to the bed where they collapsed in a tangle of arms, legs and bath towel. "Not again! Will, the Edwardses will be here any minute now. We've got to get dressed. We won't be ready in time!"
"Ever see anyone readier than I am?" joked the tall muscular salesman, kneeling up straight over his unwilling wife and allowing her eyes to rest upon his long rigidly distended member waving over her head like a menacing sword.
"That's not what I mean," Sarah protested weakly. "You're always ready as far as that's concerned. But suppose they ring the doorbell and we're both still stark naked?"
"No problem," grinned Will Benson lecherously. "We'll just move over to one side of the bed and invite them to join us for an evening of pleasant fucking, with maybe a swap at ten-thirty. Does that appeal to you?" As he spoke, the hard-bodied lustful man flattened his pretty brown-haired wife spread-eagled on the bed, slipping his legs between hers and swiftly positioning himself to penetrate her.
"What a terrible thing to say!" protested his shocked young wife as she tried to squirm away from him. "Besides, we've already made love once today."
"Don't worry, baby," he assured her crudely, pinning her to the mattress with brute force. "Fucking is one thing they can't put a limit on and today we're going to have a double-header. Come on, Sarah, loosen up and let's fuck!"
"Oh, don't use that word," Sarah objected, her lush smooth body trembling a little as she felt the surface of his hard swollen cock plow brusquely into the moist brown triangle of pussy hair up between her legs and maneuver around, searching for the opening to her tightly-clasped vaginal canal. "Sex is something beautiful and sacred between a husband and wife and we shouldn't joke about it. The Good Lord is watching us."
"Sounds like a dirty old man to me," cracked Will sarcastically. "He oughta mind his own damn business!"
Will was slightly put off by his wife's constant moralizing whenever he was feeling lusty, but he decided he was not going to allow it to ruin his fun. If she wants to lie there like a limp noodle, that's her business, he grumbled to himself, but when Will Benson needs to get his rocks off, he needs fucking and not a lecture on the Good Lord and the sanctity of marital sex!
The hard-talking, aggressive salesman levered up over his submissively quivering young wife, grinning in sadistic pleasure as he guided his hotly pulsing cock forward, using the thick rubbery tip to separate the full fleshy lips of her trembling cunt. Sarah had turned her head to one side with an air of resigned martyrdom, closing her eyes as she felt the first throbbing contact between her husband's relentless assault weapon and the smooth, delicate folds of her vaginal opening.
A wife's job is subjugation, she told herself piously. A woman must always submit to her man's desires without complaining, and she compliantly spread her legs a little farther apart, hoping that he would not hurt her too much when he came skewering into her sensitive and unprepared little vagina.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" she gasped, feeling the first tinges of painfully insistent pressure as Will's muscular cock tried to penetrate the tight elastic lips of her cuntal hole.
Will had a slight sadistic streak in him and he liked to hear a woman moaning when he entered her, believing that she would not enjoy it later if he did not hurt her at least a little to start with. And he liked to come into his wife's quivering body with a sudden rush, so he gathered his knees under him to achieve a better balance, rocking forward with a powerful movement, and pushed hard.
"Aggggh!" she choked, trying not to scream aloud lest the neighbors should hear, but unable to keep from groaning as her husband's hips slid savagely forward and his unusually thick cock stormed into the frail moist flesh of her cunt. The interior flesh of her tightly cringing vagina was pushed forcibly along ahead of his stampeding cock in rippling little waves of hurt, and' the hard-bodied lusty salesman piled into her until he had buried his pulsating male hardness to the hilt.
"Oh God!" she moaned. The Benson's had been married for over a year, but Sarah had still not adapted to the incredible sensation she felt whenever Will stabbed into her like this. He was all the way up inside of her now, she could tell, and the obscene slap of his hairy balls against her unprotected buttocks was still echoing in her ears. She could feel the harsh unforgiving pressure of his huge blood-filled cockhead against the tenderness of her delicate cervix, high up inside the mysterious recess of her body, and the young housewife knew that every inch of her was filled with his bulging male-flesh.
Sarah lay limply on the bed, her legs sprawled apart and her arms passively outstretched as Will began to fuck into her firm, pliant young body with long jarring strokes calculated to turn her on sooner or later.
If she only didn't lie there like a rag oil, the salesman grumbled to himself discontentedly as he skewered into her time after time, using every muscle in his powerful body to thrust hi hungering penis as far up into her cuntal softness as possible. A girl who's built like a million dollars ought to be a better screw than Sarah is! What the hell is wrong with her?-She gets uptight if I suggest anything but straight normal sex and she apparently thinks that people should only fuck every other Sunday, providing it doesn't rain!
Determined to force some kind of reaction, Benson slipped both hands beneath the softly moving cheeks of her firm-flexing buttocks, lifting her clear off the bed and allowing his hard surging cock to enter her at a different higher angle, penetrating her punished body to greater and greater depths. Sarah noticed that the pain was gone now, almost entirely replaced by a floating velvety sensation as the natural secretions of her body began to flow, moistening his swiftly plunging rod. The pious young wife felt that it was shameless and undignified for a woman to let herself go in bed, but she found to her dismay that it was becoming impossible to control the jerking, quivering movements of her legs.
"Like it, lady?" Will asked her crudely, grinning down at her from above as he fucked confidently into her now openly flowering cunt.
"Yes, Will," she answered obediently, her voice a little husky with gathering passion. "But I'm still worried that the Edwards are going to arrive."
"Forget them, damnit!" her husband ordered savagely, slamming into her again with extra violence. To make her forget about the evening of socializing ahead of them, the burly young salesman threw her legs over his shoulders and pressed forward on his knees so that his young wife's gently tapered thighs were crushed back against the full flaccid mounds of her breasts and he loomed devil-like over her helplessly prostrated body.
A sly smile of triumph crept over his face as he saw that this new lewd tactic of his was succeeding. She was hopelessly impaled now, the entire plane of her cunt spread open to the brutal savagery of his blunt attack, and he fucked his way in and out of her faster and faster as mewls and hums of passionate servile acceptance came spilling involuntarily from her sensually parted lips.
With his one free hand, he reached down lecherously between her widely-spread legs and began to play with the tender swollen button of her clitoris, stimulating the sensation-packed little organ with a finger moistened by the orgiastic secretions now flowing freely from her softly palpitating cunt.
No question about it now, he decided happily. This little gal is on her way. She's going to be blowing up like a hand-grenade in a minute or two and I don't figure on being far behind her.
The scene was the age-old picture of woman being subjugated by man and Will's over-stimulated young wife could no longer control her voluptuously writhing body as he slaved over her. She was chanting insanely every time he fucked powerfully into her and Will could feel her legs tighten over his shoulders as she struggled to force him farther and farther up into her wildly-clasping pussy. Sarah's full lust-inciting breasts were heaving wildly and the tiny hardened peaks of her nipples were digging fiercely into his naked chest.
Feeling her open up to him like never before, Will grunted and doubled the tempo of his strokes, grinding his punishing rod of male flesh deep into the previously untouched recesses of her womb. She was going to cum any second now and so was he! They were going to make it together, he told himself excitedly, and it looked like a dual cum to be remembered.
Then the doorbell rang!
"Let it ring!" he ordered through clenched teeth, cursing beneath his breath at this unwelcome interruption. The doorbell sounded again. And again. Insistently.
"Will, it's Tess and Martin," his wife gasped, still unbearably stimulated but slowly sliding back from the heights of her emotion. Her lithe supple legs eased off his shoulders as if they were already finished and Will could feel her body contracting and cooling. They had almost made it, but not quite.
"We've got to go and let them in," Sarah insisted. "It's rude to let them stand out there wondering if we're home or not."
"It's even ruder to interrupt a man who's about to cum!" grumbled the salesman blackly, feeling his cock slide uncontrollably away from the orgasm which had been so close. His poor disappointed penis began to shrink, despite a few desperate plunges into Sarah's rapidly cooling body.
But it was no use. The doorbell kept ringing and the frustrated man finally rolled off his wife to allow her to spring from the bed, hop into her clothing and dart for the door.
* * *
"Maybe they're not home," said Martin, a puzzled tone in his voice. Nobody seems to be coming."
"No, I hear someone moving around in there," decided Tess, pricking up her ears. "Most likely they weren't expecting us to be on time. You're the only one I know who insists on arriving exactly at the moment we're invited to arrive. Probably screwing and we interrupted them."
"Tess! What a thing to say!"
"Oh, come off it," Tess told him sarcastically.
"I didn't accuse them of plotting to overthrow the government. They're married and a little love-making is legal after the wedding, even though you don't seem quite convinced of the fact. Will Benson looks to me like one hell of a man and I bet he tires poor Sarah out."
"Implying naturally that I am not one hell of a man who never tires you out!" Martin snapped back at her angrily.
"Implying nothing of the kind. I'm just making idle conversation until they get their underwear on and answer the door. What's eating you tonight, anyway?"
"Nothing," her husband grumbled. "I just can't understand why sex is all of a sudden the only thing you can think about. It's those terrible novels you read."
"Shhhh," she placed a warning finger to her lips. "Here comes someone."
Sarah Benson answered the door, her cheeks a little red with embarrassment, and forced a smile as she welcomed the Edwards into the living room. The two couples had been friends for almost a year now and they had fallen into the habit of always including each other in their respective social lives. Martin, who had a good head for figures, advised Will on his income tax returns. Will Benson, on the other hand, was an expert mechanic and the two men habitually spent Saturday afternoons together tinkering with their cars. The two women soon became bosom chums, despite the fact that Sarah was frequently a little shocked by Tess' frank and sometimes profane language.
"Hope we didn't interrupt anything," Tess said saucily, noting the embarrassment on Sarah's face and the fact that Will was still tucking his shirt into his pants as he emerged from the bedroom.
"S'okay, folks," the aggressive, tough-talking salesman assured them with a lewd wink. "If it hadn't been you guys, it would have been something else. Seems every time I get in the saddle these days, something has to come along to ruin my concentration."
"Will, what a way to talk!" exclaimed Sarah, shock in her voice and her cheeks coloring even more. "Can't we have any family secrets?"
"Nah, not with the Edwards," denied Will Benson, situating himself behind the bar and preparing to mix drinks for his guests. "First of all, they can probably hear our bed squeaking clear into their living room and you two broads probably compare notes on our performances every morning during those kaffee klatschas you have."
"We do not!" exclaimed the moral-minded Sarah, now really beginning to be angry with her brash frank-talking husband. "What do you say, Sarah? Shall we give them report cards on their love-making the way Martin does for his students?"
"Hate to break up all this dirty talk, girls, but we have to make a very important decision here: what are we drinking?" Will Benson put four glasses on the bar and reached into a bucket for ice cubes. This gesture broke the atmosphere of tension and the four friends were shortly to be found, drinks in hand, seated comfortably around the fireplace, admiring Martin's efforts as a fire-builder. They had enjoyed many evenings like this one over the past year. Sarah filled everyone in on the news about her church and social-work activities, while Will, her husband, clowned and told slightly off-color jokes which got funnier and dirtier as the evening progressed.
Martin talked about current events and books he had recently read, while Tess chattered happily about every subject under the sun.
"Well, if we can't talk dirty, what shall we talk about?" Tess wanted to know, crossing her legs provocatively, despite the fact that she was wearing one of her habitual miniskirts. Will Benson, his unsatisfied cock still twitching unhappily in his pants, followed her movements with his avid glance. When Tess looked up and caught his eye, the young red-haired woman realized that her husband's friend had been studying her smooth milk-white thighs greedily. But instead of looking away, Will continued to stare and Tess winked back at him with coy amusement, without changing her position or adjusting her skirt.
I wonder if my good friend Martin realizes what a prize he's got, Will asked himself, exchanging a private smile with the beautiful red-haired woman. Tess always looks as if she's ready to go and willing to do anything. Funny though, because Martin doesn't look like the type for a really hot little babe like her.
"Well, we could talk about books," proposed Martin, who was the intellectual of the group. "I've just finished one on American foreign policy which really makes some shocking revelations about our foreign aid program."
"Sounds dull as dishwater," volunteered Tess frankly. "You should see the book I've been reading! I'll pass it around as soon as I've finished with it."
"What's it about?" questioned Sarah with interest, a little glad that someone had saved them from one of Martin's lectures on foreign politics.
"It's about the sexual problems of modern women," Tess explained brightly. "The authoress says that... "
"We're back to talking dirty again," interrupted her husband, a little put out at having been cut off before he had had a chance to explain some of the more shocking revelations about American foreign policy.
"No, this isn't really dirty," maintained Will, who normally dropped out of discussions when they turned to intellectual matters. "I've been doing some reading on the subject too, and I've become convinced that what we need these days is a wider and franker discussion of our sex lives."
"What good would it do?" objected Martin, who sincerely believed that "love-making", as he called it, was not a proper subject for conversation, except possibly with one's minister or doctor.
"Well, let's put it this way," explained Will, plunging into the subject with enthusiasm. "When I got mixed up with my tax returns, I came directly to you and you straightened me out, like the good friend you are. As a result you know all about my income, the mortgage on the house, how much I spend on food and where I bought our furniture. Right? But if either one of us had a sexual problem, it would never occur to us to discuss it with each other, the way we could discuss our income tax."
Martin looked dubious, but he nodded, curious to see where this argument was taking them.
"That's just what my book said," added Tess, energetically, happy to see that she had an ally in what was probably going to be a real argument. "We're still all involved in those terrible medieval prejudices about sex and love, so we miss out on half the fun. We may live in the twentieth century as far as rockets to the moon are concerned, but we're still in the dark ages in sexual matters."
There was a moment's silence while the company digested this barrage of opinions. Sarah was feeling a little ill at ease because earlier, in her haste to answer the door, she had quickly thrown on a sweater and a skirt without bothering for the moment with underclothes. Now she was uncomfortably aware that Martin could see her breasts pressing provocatively against the thin woolen knit of her sweater and for some reason, her persistent little nipples refused to become soft and flat as they normally were. Whether it was the session in the bedroom, the drinks, or the lurid conversation they were presently conducting, she could not say, but she knew that both her pointed little nipples were standing up like soldiers on parade and she felt that the others in the room could hardly fail to notice. Yet at this point, it would make matters worse were she to retire to the bedroom and put on a brassiere.
"I'm not sure I agree," she spoke up, suddenly breaking the silence. "I don't think I have any prejudices about sex. Naturally, I don't believe in promiscuity, but normal sexual relations between husband and wife are okay as far as I'm concerned."
"But what do you think is normal?" charged Tess, tucking her legs under her and rising up on her knees as her enthusiasm for the subject grew. "Do you approve of oral-genital sex, for example?"
"I'm not sure exactly what it is," confessed the timid brunette woman shyly, regretting that she had said anything at all. "In fact, I'm sorry I opened my mouth."
Tess and Will both exploded into uproarious laughter at this unfortunate choice of words, while even Martin failed to suppress a grin, his cheeks reddening at the same time. Sarah looked mystified at all this hilarity and slightly irritated at being the object of a joke she did not understand.
"That's what oral-genital sex is all about," Benson explained to his puzzled wife. "You start by opening your mouth."
"Of course it should work both ways," explained Tess, behaving as if she were the school teacher instead of her husband. "According to my book, the man should prepare a woman for intercourse by stimulating her clitoris with his lips and tongue while she excites his penis with her mouth... "
"Tess, for Christ's sake what are you saying!" demanded a shocked Martin Edwards, now really angry at the way his wife was saying these indecent things in front of other people. His wife had always been saucy and frank in conversations-in fact, it was part of her charm-but now the joke had gone too far.
"No, let her talk," interrupted Will Benson eagerly. "We're all adults here and this is the twentieth century. Sex is something which concerns us all and there's no reason why we shouldn't discuss it openly. And besides, Martin, I think you and Sarah are being naive. I bet half the kids in your high school know what a blow-job is, and so do you, even if you've never had one."
"Who says I've never had one?" Martin shot back angrily. Sometimes this aggressive, super-confident salesman got under his skin.
"Well, have you?" challenged Will, a slight smile on his lips as he awaited his friend's answer.
"No," admitted the school teacher. "But it's not because I don't know anything about sex. It's just that I would never ask my wife to do such a depraved immoral thing."
"You can ask me anytime you want, lover," Tess informed him with a mischievous grin. "I think it would be fun!"
"Tess! Really, since when have you gotten all these insane ideas in your head?" roared her husband, now becoming really upset.
"Martin-darling, these aren't insane ideas," the redhead assured him, moving closer to him on the couch and running her fingers affectionately through his light sandy hair. "And all of this goes to prove what I've been saying. Sometimes one spouse doesn't even know what the other spouse is thinking about sex, and we all need to discuss our feelings openly and honestly. Actually, the more I think about it, maybe Sarah is the freest one here!"
"What do you mean?" asked the timid brown-haired woman suspiciously, bewildered by all this lurid, depraved talk about a subject she scarcely permitted herself to imagine.
"Well, I notice that tonight you're not wearing a brassiere," commented Tess, smiling brightly at her friend. "Now I think that's marvelous! You know I haven't got much use for these Women's Liberation nuts, but they have one good idea as far as bras are concerned. I think you look just beautiful without one and you have very lovely breasts. And Martin thinks so too because he's been staring at them all evening."
"Tess, I have not been... " Martin began to stammer, suffering from acute embarrassment and knowing in his heart that his wife's observation was completely true.
"Now calm down, calm down," advised Will Benson in a soothing tone of voice. "Tess is perfectly right on all counts. Sarah does have a great pair of tits and Martin would be out of his head if he didn't stare at them."
"Now, Will, I assure you that.:. " Martin tried again, afraid that his friend was going to get angry, but the salesman cut him off with a friendly smile.
"And why should I be annoyed? If she has a good body, it was made to be looked at, at the very least. If I had my way, I'd invite the entire neighborhood in to see her stark naked," he commented, draining his glass and getting the bottle to pour them all a refill. His wife was horribly embarrassed by this whole line of conversation, but she saw no reason why she should let her husband and Tess get away with always having the upper hand.
"All right" she announced in her usual quiet voice. "I think that turn-about is fair play. "If you're so enthusiastic about people's breasts, why are you wearing a brassiere, Tess? Seems to me you're inconsistent. Your husband gets to look at me, but poor Will here gets cheated."
"Sarah, you're absolutely right," decided Tess, getting off the couch and kneeling in front of the fire place with her back to her friends. "I've been wanting to burn this damn uncomfortable thing for ages now." And before Martin could stop her, she had pulled up her sweater, reached quickly behind her and unfastened the snaps of her brassiere and pulled it free of her body, giving her three companions a fleeting view of her two amply full-pointed breasts. With an abrupt motion, she tossed the garment into the flames and pulled the sweater back down over her naked bosom.
"There," she said with an air of satisfaction, her breasts swaying provocatively as she turned to face her friends. "Anything else you want me to take off?"
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning, Martin pecked Tess lightly on the cheek, finished his coffee, tucked his school books under his arm, and, precisely at fifteen minutes before nine, left the house for his customary walk down Vine Street to the high school where he taught. Feeling moody and vaguely depressed, Tess pushed a stray lock of her fiery red hair out of her eyes and began lethargically cleaning up the breakfast dishes and putting them in the sink. The morning paper had arrived and her coffee was getting cold, but somehow she did not feel much like reading about all the murders, robberies and wars which had occurred in the past twenty-four hours, and the stunningly attractive redhead wandered through the house day-dreaming, still clad only in the light filmy nightgown she had worn to bed.
The argument at the Bensons' the night before had gone on until the small hours of the morning without anyone budging an inch from his or her original idea on the subject. Her husband, Martin, and Will Benson's wife, Sarah, had maintained to the last that sex was something private and sacred, not to be talked about as if it were a normal everyday affair, and that the peculiar sexual positions and acts described by Tess were simply not acceptable to moral God-fearing people.
Fortunately, no tempers had been lost, but she and Will had gone on insisting that intelligent adults should be able to discuss these things openly and frankly. However, in the end no one had convinced anyone else of anything.
Staring out of her living room window, Tess looked across at the Benson house, watching Sarah leave to spend the day doing volunteer charity work. Will was out behind the house, digging in his garden and stripped to the waist because the morning sun had already grown warm. Hidden in the shadows, Tess felt a tinge of guilt as she watched the rippling muscles in the salesman's broad lean back, but then she recalled what she had been so stoutly claiming the previous night. Bodies were beautiful and made to be looked at. Will Benson was a strong, well-built young man and there was no reason why a normal woman could not enjoy looking at him if she wanted to.
But the sight of the good-looking salesman continued to upset her for some reason, and the dissatisfied young housewife decided to get dressed. Stripping off her nightie, she examined her own naked lush figure in the full-length mirror, noting that her skin was still quite pale, despite the fact that they were almost half-way through the summer.
What you need is a couple of hours in the sun, she told herself, and instead of putting on her normal clothes, she climbed into a bikini bathing suit and then slipped a jumper on over it. Tucking a blanket under her arm, Tess headed out the back door, waving to Will Benson who looked up from his digging to shout a "good-morning" at her from his own backyard.
Behind the two houses at the end of Vine Street, there were several acres of wooded land, and Tess knew about an open grassy area which was perfect for a little private sunbathing. When she arrived after two minutes' walk, the sun was pouring down strong and it was an absolute pleasure to strip off the hot jumper she had worn and stretch out peacefully on the blanket with the book she was reading about the sexual problems of modern women.
Then, as an after-thought, she removed the brassiere top of the bikini and breathed a sigh of happy relief as her ripe, heavy womanly breasts escaped from the confinement of the restricting cups. No one can see me here, she decided contentedly, and within another minute, the flame-haired young woman was deep in her book, lying comfortably in her stomach.
"Getting together some ammunition for tonight's argument, I see," commented Will Benson as he emerged from the trees. The Bensons and Edwards had once held a joint picnic in this grassy clearing and the two families regarded it as common territory.
"Oh! Oh, hi Will," responded Tess, starting a little in surprise and rising up on her elbows with the book on sex covering her full tempting breasts. "You scared me for a minute."
"Sorry, I thought you heard me stomping through the woods," explained her neighbor, settling himself on one corner of the blanket and stretching out comfortably. Will was still stripped to the waist and his nearness made Tess a trifle nervous.
"Maybe I'd better slip my jumper on," she stammered. "We redheads burn so easily."
The hard-bodied confident young salesman put his head back and laughed aloud at her discomfort. "I thought it was all a big act," he chuckled. "I might have known you didn't really mean what you said about bodies being beautiful."
"I meant every word of it," snapped Tess, a little irritated at his know-it-all attitude.
"Then why are you in such a hurry to get dressed?" he jeered at her. "You're just as shy about your body as a thirteen-year-old virgin."
"Will Benson, how can you say such a thing?" she retorted, now getting a little angry. "Your Sarah is the one who's really embarrassed about sex. I think bodies are meant to be enjoyed!"
"I agree with you one hundred percent," Will shot back at her with a lecherous grin. "So why are you going to hide yours under that ridiculous jumper? I haven't got X-ray vision. Come on, let's have a cigarette and finish our conversation from last night."
Tess realized that she had been thoroughly out-argued, and in fact, the more she thought about it, the more it seemed to her that her neighbor was perfectly right. You have to have the courage of your convictions, she told herself with determination. Now stop behaving like a child!
Will lit a pair of cigarettes while Tess took a deep breath and rolled over on her side to take one of them from his hand, deliberately exposing her two pendulous brown-tipped breasts to his desirous eyes.
The successful young salesman lasciviously surveyed her half-naked lust-inciting body with pleasure. Benson rarely returned from one of his numerous sales trips without having scored a sexual conquest or two while away, but he had never laid eyes on anyone as sensationally-built as Tess. His neighbor had an unusually voluptuous body, slender in the waist and legs, but super-endowed in the bosom so that she looked almost top-heavy like one of the models in a men's magazine. Now, as he studied her, the girl's tiny bud-like nipples began to harden and expand under his steady gaze, revealing that this experience was having some effect upon her as well.
"Goddamn," he swore softly. "I sure wish you weren't my best friend's wife."
"Ah, if my body upsets you Will, I can always get dressed," Tess offered, still a little nervous about lying half naked next to her girlfriend's husband.
"It upsets me so much that I'd like to see even more of it," Benson found himself saying before he could get a hold on himself.
"You're pretty overdressed to be making me do all the stripping," Tess shot back challengingly, a strange erotic quiver running up and down her backbone. We must not make love, she was telling herself in wild confusion, knowing in her heart that the die was already cast. Will Benson fiddled with the zipper on his pants and then rolled on his back to wiggle free of his clothing. When he was totally naked, he turned back towards her, his heavy fleshy cock already half-erected. Tess drew her breath in sharply as her eyes fell upon his awesome instrument.
"My God," she gulped, speaking before she could think about the wisdom of her words. "You're absolutely huge!"
"We shouldn't be doing this!" Will muttered sincerely as his trembling hand swept over her smooth white hips and he began to draw the bikini bottom down over her cream-like tapered thighs. "Christ, you're beautiful!"
Things seemed to have gotten completely out of control and Tess Edwards genuinely wanted to be faithful to Martin, but suddenly all the accumulated dissatisfaction with her husband's inadequate love-making bubbled up inside her and the only thing she could think of was the sensual magic Will Benson could perform with that massive, gradually stiffening rod of flesh which hovered between them. Softly, she touched it with her hands and the panting young wife felt a warm glow sweep over her as it jerked up into a full-scale erection, excited by the tenderness of her fingers.
"We cannot do this to Martin and Sarah," Will said aloud, but he was already too aroused to hold himself back. Without realizing it, he had been desiring this luscious shapely redhead for a long time, too long, and now the dam was about to burst. Some temptations were just too powerful to be overcome! Every man had his breaking point, and this was his!
With a growl of undisguised lust, the black-haired salesman flung his hard body on top of hers, ripping away the frail flimsy fabric of her bathing suit almost as an afterthought.
"If we're going to sin," Tess gasped as Will thrust his hot searing tongue down into her throat, "then let's do it right! Do everything to me Will, everything you can't do to Sarah! All the things Martin won't do to me!"
Her slave-like submission almost drove him insane with lust and the aggressive young man slavered over her wildly, biting the rosy buds of her nipples with his sharp white teeth until she cried out with pain, and then running his hot burning tongue wetly down through the entrancing valley between her mountainous breasts. She writhed beneath him, groaning with passion as he teased around inside her navel with his lips and then crouched up between her wildly-spread knees and thrust his face boldly into the reddish mound of pussy hair up between her trembling white thighs.
"Oh, kiss me there," she moaned happily. "Martin never does and I love it!" Will needed no more explicit encouragement than that! The pink moist flesh of her nakedly willing vagina was offered up to his dazzled vision like some pagan sacrifice and the young salesman lost no time in going to work on it. With a slow torturous motion of his thumbs, Will deliberately forced apart the quivering wet lips of her pussy, exposing to his bulging eyes the moist pink slit of her delicate vagina. For a moment, he simply stared, drinking in the sight like a cat studying a mouse. Then, with a savage groan, he pounced, with one ferocious jab twisting his tongue snake-like up into the warm, involuntarily-clasping depths of her cunt.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she cried in a strange mixture of shame and pleasure, her body convulsing suddenly as the unfamiliar electric sensations rocketed through her lust-wracked nervous system. Tess lifted her head up off the blanket, looking down over her spread-eagled body with amazement at this incredible thing which was happening to her. She was being eaten by her husband's best friend! She knew that it was shameful and humiliating to be pinned to the ground like this and slavered over by this wildly sensual man, but the red-headed woman wallowed jubilantly in the degradation being heaped upon her.
And she had asked for it!
The lewd sensation was becoming more maddening by the moment as Will slobbered recklessly into her churning, bucking, over-stimulated body. Tess realized she was losing control, slowly but surely, but never in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined it would be like this. Random ridiculous thoughts of her loyal, well-meaning husband filtered crazily through her mind, gradually merging with wilder and wilder erotic fantasies. She had never intended to let things go this far! How could she ever face Martin again after she had voluntarily spread her legs and allowed Will Benson to degrade her like this? And on a' blanket in the middle of the woods! What was wrong with her?
She had never completely realized that such defilement was possible, but now it was ten times Worse, knowing that she herself had asked for it, even begged for it!
Will's eyes never left Tess' anguished face as he crouched nakedly between her nakedly trembling legs and slavered animal-like over her openly clasping cuntal flesh, his tongue darting far up into the secret recesses of her body.
But Benson also was having problems with his conscience, even though this aggressive and successful young man knew that it was far too late to turn back now. We never should have started this business in the first place, he thought savagely, but now that we've started it, we're going to have to finish it. And what the hell, a man needs a really good fuck with a lusty woman every once in awhile! He could feel her body opening up and surrendering submissively to him, and the hard-bodied muscular young husband vowed he was going to do everything he'd ever wanted to do to a woman, no matter how obscene and depraved it was.
And now's a good time to start, he decided, as a pathetic groan from Tess' lips told him that his beautiful red-haired neighbor was gradually slipping beyond all resistance. Shifting his position slightly, Benson worked his hands beneath the firmly flexing half-moons of her buttocks, lifting her body up to his ravenous mouth and simultaneously forcing her soft milk-white thighs even farther apart to expose the whole flat plane of her pussy to his lecherous eyes.
Here's something you won't find in your book, he grinned to himself as he flicked his hotly searing tongue over the tightly puckered hole of her anus, already moistened by the orgiastic secretions issuing uncontrollably from her gently palpitating cunt.
"Ohhhh!" she groaned as the unexpected and unnatural contact jolted her and the wet surface of his lewdly probing tongue darted around the tiny elastic circle of her cringing asshole.
"Oh Will!" she gasped as the obscenely flickering tongue again brushed over the tingling hairless skin of her sensitive anus. "Don't, please! Not that!" But even as she spoke, Tess could feel her brown-pointed little nipples swell and harden, tiny goose bumps rising all over her sex-lashed body as the unbearable stimulation increased. She was like a pot ready to boil over and if he touched her again like that, she knew there was real danger of exploding.
Bit by bit, she could feel the last remnants of her self-control beginning to desert her. Her roundly straining buttocks jerked a few more times, repelled by this brutal unnatural invasion of her loins, and then the quivering young woman felt her body go limp. She could struggle no more. She was his and anything he wanted to do to her was all right from now on. The dam had burst.
Will knew instinctively what was happening and he vowed he would not let this moment of surrender pass without taking full advantage of her weakened condition. She's yours for the fucking, he told himself, a savage cruel mood sweeping inexorably over him. It won't be long before you get to ram your big hot cock into that tight little pussy of hers!
"Now let's really fuck, baby," he told her sadistically, his hard gray eyes gleaming diabolically down at her. "You're all ready and don't tell me you aren't!"
In fact, Tess was in no condition to tell him anything. Her heart was beating so hard that she thought her chest was going to break and her supple young body refused to lie still no matter how much she commanded it to behave. Will began crawling slowly up over her, never lifting his cunt-moistened lips from the smooth silken surface of her skin, working his way gradually up to her excitedly heaving breasts. Then, with a snarl, he sank his lips madly over the frantically-distended nipple of her right breast, causing her to squirm and groan again with a curious mixture of sharp pain and undisguised carnal lust. Try as she might to hold them still, her sleek firm buttocks began to rotate mechanically down into the blanket and she could feel that the orgiastic juices from deep in her body were flowing freely like the waters of a mountain stream.
Instinctively, she widened her legs, looking down to catch a glimpse of his lust-hardened, fully extended cock as it inched steadily up toward her helplessly exposed and vulnerable cunt.
My God, she thought, suddenly seeing his advancing penis in a new light, he's too big! He'll never get that huge thing inside me, and he'll rip me in two if he tries!
But she could hardly call a halt to the proceedings at this state of the game. Afraid or not, Tess knew she was committed, and she tried desperately to relax the lower portion of her body in order to ease his entrance. Will was in a hurry now, and he levered up over her, with one hand thrust down between their hotly straining bodies as he guided the hard merciless shaft of his long heavy cock directly up into her tantalizing mass of reddish-brown pussy curls, using the thick bulbous head of his penis expertly to divide the fleshy moist lips of her cunt.
Tess shuddered, knowing this was going to hurt, but not knowing how much and the lust-driven young housewife turned her head submissively to one side, gritting her teeth to the inevitable. She could feel the automatic electric tingle racing through her body as the hard unforgiving surface of her neighbor's cock brushed slowly over the yielding pink edges of her pussy, maneuvering for the proper position to sink his desire-swollen hardness to the depths of her eagerly waiting cunt.
"Oooooh!" she squealed helplessly as she felt the first pressure against the narrow elastic circle of her vaginal opening. He was dead on target and all he had to do to penetrate her to the hilt was to push.
And push he did.
"Aaaaaggghhhh!" she groaned, her voice changing rapidly from groan to scream as the pain intensified. The tip of Will's hugely throbbing penis slipped in through the tightness of her cruelly-stretched cuntal opening and Tess felt as if he were going to split her in two. As her eyes popped open in pain, she saw him smiling down at her almost sadistically, his strange cold gray eyes now widened with lust as he forced his way up into her tightly suffering little cunt.
Slowly, he lowered himself down on top of her, his hard manly chest crushing into the yielding softness of her warm pliant breasts, straining with his legs to bury himself completely inside her. Inch by inch, he wormed his hard blood-engorged cock up into the vainly-resisting channel of her vagina, bringing piteous moans to her lips.
"Oh! Oh! Oh Christ!" she moaned, feeling as if her over-stretched cunt were being torn into shreds by his heavily massive cock and wiggling desperately this way and that on the blanket in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain.
But the man was far too excited himself to give her any time to adjust to the excruciating presence of his lust-hardened cock buried deeply in her naked belly. As soon as he felt the blunt blood-engorged tip slam up against the soft delicate inner flesh of her cervix, he knew that his cock was sunk all the way into the voluptuous redhead's softly resisting cuntal flesh, and he began fucking wildly in and out of her. Rearing back on his knees, he administered one punishing blow after another, drawing his rock-hard cock out almost to the tip and then surging powerfully forward again, feeling the narrowly tight passage of her desire-inflamed vagina expand slightly with each repetitive invasion.
It won't be long now, he told himself with grim satisfaction. No woman can take the Benson treatment for long and not cave in eventually. And he was right.
Tess' sensation-thrilled body was rapidly adjusting to this cruel impalement and he could feel her come alive under him second by second.
You're a real whore now, the young red-haired woman was telling herself sadly. A real first-class husband-betraying whore, and you did it yourself, so there's no one else to blame. You take your clothes off in front of another man and this is what you can expect to happen. Well, if you're going to behave like a whore, you might as well do it right and fuck like a whore!
There was no longer any reason to fight back. The lewd all-consuming flames of forbidden desire were racing through her veins as the pain in her battered cock-stretched vagina grew less and less every minute and finally disappeared altogether. Her whole body was writhing and undulating convulsively as Benson's cock skewered mercilessly up into her and low passionate hums of base servile acceptance and submission erupted continually from her throat, her nostrils flaring widely and her lips drawn up tightly over her pearl-white teeth.
The hurting sensation was totally gone now and her legs were jerking erratically on either side of his deeply penetrating rod of burning flesh. Her arms were wound tightly around his neck and her tongue probed incessantly into his open mouth as he fucked wildly into her. Gone and forgotten were her thoughts of home and husband; all that mattered now was the delicious sensation of lying there on her back and being fucked half-to-death by a strong and unforgiving man who could do all of the magic things she had always wanted someone to do to her.
Will was skewering smoothly now up between her widespread trembling thighs with long graceful easy strokes which brought his lust-stiffened cock all the way into her warmly seeping cunt-flesh until the heavy blood-engorged tip pounded into her delicate cervix, high up inside her where no man had ever been able to touch her before. With one hand, he reached down between their two desperately straining bodies until he located the softly contracting lips of her pussy and he played with the sensitive clasping folds of flesh, teasing the tiny pink bud of her clitoris until he thought she was going straight out of her mind with ecstasy.
Her wetly clenching vagina seemed to be swallowing him up, sucking him inside her, and Will could tell from her wild uninhibited behavior that she was trembling on the brink of the most powerful orgasm of her entire existence. The husky young man instinctively doubled his stroke, fucking into her more ruthlessly with the knowledge that he was not going to be far behind her.
And then, a few minutes sooner than he expected, the young woman's body seemed to lift clear up off the ground.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!!!" she groaned under him, a powerful soul-shaking shiver running madly through her entire lust-stricken body. "Will, I'm cumming, I'm cumming right now!!!" she gurgled.
The salesman felt her hotly clasping cunt open up to him like never before as if her deeply-penetrated vaginal passage had suddenly taken on a life of its own. Hot sticky female cum gushed from the deeply hidden secret recesses of her pussy-flesh, flooding down all around his throbbing pulsating cock and inspiring him to fuck into her as if his life depended upon it. He wanted this to be a cum she would remember till the end of her days.
Her body rose up willingly to him and the man felt the lips of her hungry satiated cunt sucking madly at his hard pounding cock as if she wanted to milk him dry. He thrust deeply into her nakedly writhing body one last time, feeling that familiar fiery sensation deep in his sperm-bloated balls which told him that he too was almost there.
Tess' legs went suddenly limp as Will's hot sticky sperm sprayed endlessly up into the seething depths of her battered tormented womb, and the orgiastic secretions from her body mingled joyfully with the semen he spurted into her, flooding her ecstatic cunt until there was no more room and the lewd male cum poured back down and out past his frantically convulsing cock and dribbled down her legs, wetting the blanket beneath them. For a long time, the two neighbors lay silent and motionless, allowing their heartbeats gradually to drop back to normal. Tess realized that never before in her life had it ever been so good for her and she was asking herself how she could ever again be satisfied with Martin's timid attempts at love-making. This was a real man she held in her arms and he had fucked her good and proper, the way a woman deserved to be fucked.
Will's thoughts were not much different. For a long time, he had been trying to persuade himself that his wife was adequate as a love-partner, but that particular little myth had just been blown into a million little pieces. Compared to what he and Tess had just done together, his sexual relations with Sarah failed to make the grade. And yet, he loved his little meek brown-haired wife, and knew that he could never stand to leave her.
"Well, chum, we did it," breathed Tess as Will rolled carefully off of her sweat-soaked body, pulling his slowly deflating penis out of her utterly satisfied vagina with a loud vulgar popping sound.
"Yeah," responded her partner slowly, not knowing just where he stood with this strange fiery-haired woman who was now curling into his arms. "Adultery, I think it's called."
"That and worse," agreed Tess, a slight catch in her voice. "But whatever happens and even if we never do it again, I want you to know that this was the most beautiful experience of my life. You're one hundred percent man, Will."
"Honey, it was great for me too," admitted the black-haired salesman thoughtfully. "But why shouldn't we ever do it again? Isn't this a little early to break up the act?"
"Oh, Will, I don't know what to think!" cried the young wife in despair. "I don't want to be one of those horrible women who go straight from an orgasm to worrying about their souls, but... how can I say it? It really doesn't seem fair to Martin and Sarah. And I would rather die than hurt Martin, even if he doesn't perform any miracles in bed."
"I know; my conscience isn't feeling too hot right now either," Will confessed frankly. "What bothers me is the deceit involved in having a love affair. I mean, I don't think you and I having a roll in the hay is really all that evil, but I hate the lies, the excuses and all the bullshit that goes with it."
"So! You got any bright ideas, Mr. Salesman?"
"I'm fresh out. What does your marvelous little book say about things like this?" Benson wanted to know.
"Oh, the book!" Tess grumbled in exasperation. "It talks about a whole bunch of things that aren't important to us: lesbians, homosexuals, weird oriental positions, wife-swapping... "
"Hey, wouldn't it be great if Sarah and Martin got involved with each other?" laughed Will Benson without much humor. "For all we know, they're having a secret meeting somewhere right now, and they're feeling bad about what they've done to poor old Tess and Will."
"Fat chance," grumbled the school teacher's wife sourly. "Martin doesn't have the imagination for it and Sarah would go through the roof if the idea ever crossed her mind. Funny though, because they do like each other. Whenever we have those big four-way arguments it's always you and me against the two of them. Their minds work alike."
"It sure would solve our problems," murmured Will thoughtfully, turning over on his side to play with Tess' rosy pointed little nipple-buds. "We could buy one big bed and have some real wild parties."
Tess looked at his grinning handsome face and shook her head dubiously.
"Great idea, but somehow I can't imagine Martin making a play for Sarah."
"Wait a minute, don't give up so easily," said the salesman, getting up on one elbow and looking down at her seriously. "This could be the only answer! If we could maneuver Martin and Sarah into bed with one another, there would be no reason for you and me to feel guilty. We could all agree on some sort of sharing arrangement which would satisfy everyone."
"I hear that swapping is all the thing these days," responded Tess more seriously. "And it would sure ease my mind if I knew that Martin wasn't going to be hurt by something I did. But how could we work it, Will? You know how moral the two of them are!"
"We'll have to play it by ear," the salesman retorted, now really happy and enthusiastic over this new idea. "But my general idea is to bombard the two of them with all the sex stimulation we can manage. We'll take them to see dirty movies, maybe insist on playing strip poker some night, and play up to each other so much that the idea just has to penetrate their thick skulls, and then arrange things so that they have to be alone together. We can't miss!"
"Oh Will, do you really think we can bring it off?" asked Tess, wide-eyed with admiration at his cleverness and boldness. "Golly, you deserve a reward of some kind for being so smart."
"We'll have to work on it together," continued the salesman, "but with some good planning and thought, we... uh, what kind of reward did you have in mind?"
"Hmmmmm, I don't know," she winked at him lecherously. "We've done a lot of talking about different kinds of sexual positions in the past couple of days. What would you like?"
Will had been lying on his back as they talked, and Tess pulled herself up into a sitting position next to him, running her smooth soft hands up and down the broad expanse of his chest and even occasionally letting her fingers roam down into the black moist pubic hair in his loins.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured hotly. "Honestly, you look good enough to eat!"
"You must be reading my mind," he retorted quickly, "because that's the reward I had in mind."
"What... Oh Golly, I've gotten in over my head this time," giggled the voluptuously naked housewife as she realized precisely what obscene act he was referring to. "I don't think I know how."
"Well, experiment a little," he ordered, his voice husky with suddenly-returning lust. Tess felt his strong demanding hands on her shoulders, pulling her gently but firmly down in the direction of his gradually expanding cock and she decided that she was in too far to back out now. She had promised him any reward he wanted and this is what he had asked for. In the book she had been reading, the authoress had explained that this was the most pleasing thing a woman could do for a man and she vowed to herself that she would do it as well as she could, despite her lack of prior experience.
Nevertheless as she moved her head closer and closer to Will Benson's waiting loins, she suddenly felt a sense of shame over the idea of allowing her mouth to be used as a receptacle for this man's debased lusts. This is the most degraded obscene thing you've ever done, she told herself. When you finish this little experiment, you really will be a whore!
But it had to be done. Tess turned on her side, her knees next to Will's shoulders and her head lying lightly on the man's sinewy thigh as she stretched out her trembling hands and took his lewdly waving penis in her fingers. It jerked automatically, reacting to her touch and Tess found herself wondering whether Will had ever experimented before with this particular perversion.
Acting instinctively, the trembling young woman began stroking him, pushing the thick leathery foreskin of his slowly-expanding penis up and down, gently over the bulbous red cock-head until he had once again achieved a full hard erection.
"Oh, do it, baby!" he pleaded, half-out of his mind with this unusually perverse stimulation. The young girl grinned, knowing that she was really getting to him, and moved her sensually parted mouth even closer to his rigid pole of male flesh, tormenting him by blowing her hot breath over the moist quivering surface of his cock and shivering, herself, with delight when she heard him moan in anguished lust. Will's hips were already beginning to undulate up and down involuntarily on the blanket as he sought to thrust his super-hardened instrument up into the undefiled sanctuary of her mouth.
But the inevitable could not be prolonged any farther. Tess' head moved slowly over his obscenely bobbing penis, her tongue flicking forward and tickling the tiny wet glans in the tip teasingly. She could hear her young neighbor suck in his breath harshly as the unbearable sensations of lust began to shoot through his body and the knowledge that she was giving him pleasure made the young woman tremble happily all over. Deciding that it was now time to go all of the way, Tess dropped her head even lower, enclosing the top half of his excitedly straining cock into the warm moist cavern of her mouth. Instinctively, she tightened her lips to form an elastic seal around the full desire-thickened circumference of his cock, trapping it deeply within the depths of her wetly churning mouth.
"Oh, Tess, I'm in Heaven," he gasped, looking down at the incredible sight of his friend's wife with his own long obscene cock thrust lewdly up into her innocent mouth. The sight itself almost made him cum, but he held back, wanting to savor and enjoy every instant of this delicious erotic experience. His cock was still glistening wet from their mutual orgasm a few minutes before and he groaned again as she gently began to work on him, running her tongue sensually back and forth across the broad surface of the glans, and manipulating his soft hairy testicles with her hands.
Will reached down and ran his fingers lightly into Tess' flowing red hair, seizing her head and moving it up and down over his long driving shaft to increase the pressure on his hotly throbbing instrument, and he could feel her respond willingly to this lewd provocation by tightening her fingers in a strangle hold around the base of his lust-thickened cock, pulling him farther and farther up into the mysterious depths of her throat.
Will watched her cheeks bellowing in and out as she slaved over him, reveling in the incredibly pleasurable sensations it was giving him, the sight of her humble submissive self-degradation making the whole scene one hundred times more exciting for him.
Tess could feel that the young salesman was really turned on now, and she sucked on his hotly burgeoning cock as if her life depended upon it, and rose up on her hands and knees for better leverage, cupping her hands sensually beneath his buttocks in order to force him even deeper into her gasping mouth as if she wanted to swallow him up entirely. She kept expecting to choke on this great pounding rod of flesh, but somehow it never seemed to happen and she sucked away as hard as she could, struggling to draw the sperm out of him.
Will could feel it coming a long way off, and there was a great, almost painful heat building up in his lewdly rotating loins. Tess was sucking on him like a madwoman now and he could see the tiny droplets of perspiration rolling off her lushly naked body as she slavered masochistically over him, hums and gurgles of servile acceptance rumbling deep in her cock-filled throat. The muscles in his stomach were standing out in hard visible cords and his legs began to jerk uncontrollably as the spasm gathered steam.
Then a low guttural groan escaped his lips and the hard-bodied young salesman doubled over like a swimmer with a cramp, babbling obscenities as he felt the hot sticky cum from deep in his straining body begin the wild race for the tip of his convulsing cock. Thin powerful streams of white-hot cum spurted into her lewdly sucking mouth and he held her head tightly, fearful that she would try to break away at the moment of her final ultimate humiliation to avoid the animalistic indignity of having her delicate mouth used as a repository for his lewd sperm.
But Tess made no effort to avoid this depraved fate. She continued to suck slavishly, her cheeks filling and hollowing wildly as she labored to swallow the great quantities of warm sticky cum he was ruthlessly pumping into her docile mouth.
Finally, there was no more and Will gradually relaxed his iron grip on her head, feeling his utterly-satiated cock go completely limp even though it still jerked and sputtered mildly as she cleaned it thoroughly with her tongue, washing away every trace of the obscene lust-inciting sperm he had brutally gushed into her open mouth.
When she had sucked him perfectly dry, the masochistic young housewife gently removed his exhausted cock from her cum-coated lips and rested her head tiredly on his groin. For awhile, they just rested, no one able to find any words to say.
"Well, now we've done everything," she told him finally.
"Not quite everything," he corrected her with a sudden lecherous grin. "But enough for the first day."
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh Wow!" Sarah giggled drunkenly. "This is terrible! I hope no one sees us!" Leaning heavily on her husband, the innocent, brown-haired young housewife staggered up the walk towards their front door.
"Come on inside for a night cap," Will proposed to Martin and Tess Edwards. "You need some fuel before making the long journey home."
"But it's only a hundred and fifty feet!" objected Martin, his precise scientific mind still working despite the enormous quantity of liquor Will had forced on him during their night on the town.
"Oh come on, Marty," urged Tess, cutting a strikingly attractive figure with her new red party dress and a pair of knee high leather boots in the latest fashion. "Don't be such a party-pooper! The night is still young!"
"Okay," her husband conceded grudgingly, "but it will have to be a short one. I've got to face my twenty-five juvenile delinquents tomorrow at nine o'clock and I'm going to be hung-over as it is."
"Not to worry," announced the salesman, obviously in great shape and high spirits. "I'll make us all a pitcher of Bloody Mary Registered Nurses. That'll fix us all up just fine!"
"What the hell is a Bloody Mary Registered Nurse?" Tess wanted to know as their host fumbled for the keys to his front door.
"It's tomato juice, vodka and aspirins," Will informed them with a chuckle, stepping back to allow his guests to stagger past him into the living room. "Tess, you look soberer than anyone else. Why don't you mix the drinks while I get something working in the fireplace?"
"Sure, Will," the red-head replied, sending her lover a secretive wink and disappearing into the kitchen while the salesman squatted in front of the fireplace to light the fire, having prepared the logs and kindling earlier in the day.
Sarah tried to sit down on the couch in a lady-like fashion but the quantity of alcohol in her bloodstream was a trifle too high and she lost her balance at the last moment and tumbled into an undignified sprawl. Martin Edwards was in no better shape than she was, but for some reason, he found the sight incredibly funny and he rolled onto the sofa next to her, leaning his head drunkenly on her shoulder.
"Well, don't they make a lovely pair, Will?" Tess asked her husband's best friend as she entered the room with a pitcher of Bloody Mary's. "We're going to have to keep an eye on these two, Mr. Benson, because I think they definitely have got the hots for each other."
Will touched a match to the crumbled paper under the kindling wood and then stepped back as the warm comfortable glow of a wood fire filled the room.
"Absolutely!" he agreed with Tess jokingly, coming up to put an arm around her. "And did you get a load of them dancing? They looked like they were glued together! Shameful the way they think they've been pulling the wool over our eyes!"
Sarah and Martin both reacted to what they thought was merely good-natured teasing with gales of laughter. It had been one of their more successful evenings, even though Martin had initially raised some doubts about the wisdom of their going to see a strip-tease, worried that the parents of some of his students might see him and raise a scandal. But Will had insisted that the place was entirely private, admitting only a selected clientele to avoid precisely this kind of thing.
"I never saw a striptease before," confessed Sarah with a slight hiccup. "It hadn't occurred to me that they could be so... so artistic. I mean, I expected to be shocked, but there really was nothing particularly vulgar about it. I enjoyed it!"
"So did I," admitted Martin frankly. "I've seen them before naturally, but never one done this well. When we were students, we used to go to strip-joints once in awhile and watch tired old ladies taking off their clothes with one eye on the clock and looking bored out of their minds. But this gal tonight really seemed as if she enjoyed stripping. And she went right down to the skin too! I wonder why they don't have trouble with the cops?"
"Because it's a private club," explained Will easily, shooting a quick glance at Tess. "They have a different set of rules and the quality of the performance is always much higher. This gal was really terrific!"
"You guys keep talking as if that striptease were the greatest artistic achievement since the Mona Lisa," complained Tess, joining the discussion for the first time. "I admit she had a lovely body and she was very enthusiastic, but I say she was clumsy. I think I could do a better strip than that any day."
"Hurray!" Will reacted immediately. "Let's have a demonstration!"
"No, I'm serious," repeated Tess calmly. "I could do better and so could Sarah. And we both have better bodies than that girl did. I wasn't that impressed."
"Don't be ridiculous, Tess," Martin contradicted her mildly. "Girls who strip for a living must work for years to develop their technique. Now I admit that you and Sarah are a pair of well-built young ladies, but I don't think you could equal that performance."
"I do," maintained Tess spiritedly. "Oh, some of her fancy dance steps would be hard to imitate, but she didn't have much warmth or sensuality. Everything she did seemed very mechanical and I can't imagine a man getting excited watching her. I could do better."
"Fish or cut bait," taunted Will lasciviously. "I, for one, don't believe you."
"All right" announced Tess stubbornly. "Somebody put on a record and I'll show you."
"Tess, you're drunk!" her husband warned, but Will had already sprung to his feet and put on a record of slow sultry tango music, and the flame-haired young woman had stepped to the center of the room, her tall luxurious body bathed in the soft light from the fireplace.
"That's a gal!" Will Benson encouraged her lewdly. "Take it off!"
Martin Edwards felt extremely dubious about this whole idea, but he frankly did not believe that his young wife would have the courage to go through with it, so he made no further protests. Sarah could not quite believe this was all happening right in her own living room, but in her slightly drunken condition, a striptease seemed like an entertaining idea. Leaning casually against Martin's shoulder, she tucked her feet under her and watched as Tess, her eyes closed, began swaying slowly back and forth with the music, trying to catch the beat.
In reality, Tess was cold sober, having drunk very sparingly during the course of the evening in order to have her wits about her. So far, everything was going according to plan and Martin had been surprisingly docile about allowing his nubile young wife to perform a striptease in front of another couple. We'll see how long he stays docile, she thought as she kicked her leather boots off, her enticingly bare legs shining in the flickering light from the fire.
Goddamn, she's really going to do it, thought Martin, a little surprised as the lush sensual woman he had married reached gracefully behind her back and drew down the zipper on her dress with tantalizing slowness. Sarah was breathing rather heavily on his shoulder and the school teacher tried to shift his position inconspicuously to hide the uncomfortably large erection which was rising steadily in his pants.
The dress zipper down as far as it would go, Tess wiggled her cream-white shoulders temptingly at her attractive audience of three and gradually inched the red satin dress down over her ripe lust-arousing body, revealing her high-set, widely-spaced breasts concealed now by only the flimsy insubstantial fabric of her brassiere. The school teacher found himself amazed at the violent reaction this indecent exhibition was causing within his body and it puzzled him. After all, this was his own wife and he had seen her undress a thousand times, and usually he paid no attention to her. Could it be that the presence of two other people in the room was making the experience even more sensual?
The dress dropped to the floor and Tess stepped lightly away from it, now clad in only her brassiere and an extra-brief pair of black lace panties. Oh well, I suppose it's no worse than having people see her in a bikini, Martin comforted himself, and she can hardly go any farther than that! He glanced curiously over at Sarah, wondering how she was reacting to this lust-provoking spectacle, noticing with interest that the normally-timid young housewife was smiling broadly, watching her girl friend's every move with absolute fascination. Will Benson's eyes were gleaming as he studied the lithely gyrating figure before them, but to Martin, he looked somehow less excited than anyone else.
Trying to arouse them all a little more, Tess undulated her body temptingly back and forth, running her hands lasciviously over her own soft satin skin as if she were alone in her own bedroom with no one watching. She knew perfectly well that Martin expected her to go no farther and she shot him a particularly inviting grin as she rocked her slender hips back and forth in time with the tango beat, reaching behind her with both hands to unfasten the snap on her brassiere.
Martin Edwards told himself severely that the proceedings had gone quite far enough and that he should assume the responsibility for keeping his wife from making a complete fool of herself.
* * *
But his cock was going wild as Tess slowly eased the black lace brassiere down over her full protuberant breasts, shaking her shoulders maddeningly to send a quivering ripple through the soft flaccid flesh of her full womanly breasts. The three observers all noticed that her tiny pointed brown nipples were fiercely stimulated and hard, sticking out prominently as her breasts swayed provocatively back and forth.
The brassiere sailed through the air and Tess then deliberately slowed the pace, giving everyone time to let the eroticism of her little dance sink in and take effect. She had carefully avoided making any lewd or obscene movements, trying to make her strip so artistic that no one could possibly object. From the glow in Martin's eyes, she concluded that she was succeeding, and she noticed with a shock that her husband's hand was resting lightly on Sarah's bare knee, although neither one of them seemed aware of the fact. Everything was working according to plan!
But now it was time for the killer. Turning her back on the group, she slowly and deliberately slid her hands under the tight elastic of her panties and began gently edging them down over the full-rounded moons of her buttocks. If Martin was going to stop her from denuding herself completely, it would have to be now, but the school master seemed to be completely hypnotized by the incredible sensuality of the moment, his reflexes slowed to a crawl by the quantity of alcohol he had drunk in the course of the evening. His eyes were practically bulging from his head and his hand unconsciously was clasping and unclasping on Sarah's leg, but he did not seem to notice that he was fondling her thigh, and neither did Sarah.
The spectacle was too enticing.
As the black lace of her panties vanished from view, Tess gritted her teeth, feeling a tinge of embarrassment for the first time, and danced slowly around in a circle, deliberately exposing herself frontally to her husband and friends and giving them all an unimpeded view of the reddish-brown patch of smoothly curling pubic hair which guarded the entrance to the secret recesses of her voluptuous body.
Will had been trying to keep his wits about him because he knew that they were going to have to stay on their toes if they expected to succeed, but the sight of Tess' naked glistening body was overpowering and he had to restrain himself from making a grab for her right then and there. He watched her with bated breath, hungering lustily for the tantalizing triangle dancing only a few inches from his dazzled eyes.
We've got to bring this off, he groaned to himself, now so stirred up inside that his hands were snaking. If I can't have her tonight, I'll explode. But he forced himself to wait. The record came to an end-Tess had timed it perfectly-and as the orchestra played the last notes of the tango, the redhead gracefully bowed like a ballerina, her sensuously heavy breasts hanging below her as she bent from the waist.
"Satisfied?" she whispered hoarsely.
A kind of magic silence seemed to have settled over the group and for a moment no one said anything. Tess waited for some comment or compliment on her performance and when none came she shrugged, seating herself cross-legged at Will Benson's feet and taking a long sip from her Bloody Mary. Now she could afford to get a little drunk, she told herself contentedly. She had done her best and the rest was up to Will. He had to stage-manage affairs from here on and it was not going to be easy. Will leaned forward and rested his hands lightly on Tess' naked shoulders, grinning at his stunned, speechless wife and his staggered and somewhat intoxicated best friend. Tess had crossed her arms across her chest, covering each prominent brown nipple with a wrist, but otherwise she was making no attempt to conceal her nudity.
"Come on, Sarah," challenged Benson, smiling at his wife. "Are you going to let Tess get away with that? Show us what you can do!"
Sarah looked uncomprehending, glancing quickly around the room looking for someone to tell her what was going on. But Martin Edwards caught on immediately, enthusiastic about the idea of another lust-arousing striptease. He patted the young brunette gently on the back, like a football coach sending a rookie into a scrimmage.
"Yeah, Sarah, let's see you do your stuff," he urged her, slurring the words a little as he spoke.
"But... but I can't do a striptease," she pleaded desperately, her mind absolutely whirling at the idea that her own husband would order her to do such a thing.
"Why not? I did," countered Tess boldly. "Once you get started its easy as pie. You just stand up, dance around a little and take your clothes off."
"I'd die of embarrassment," protested the frightened young housewife.
"Come on, baby," her husband urged her again. "We're all friends here. And besides, it's unfair. Tess did her strip and I got to enjoy what I saw, but poor Martin will be cheated if he doesn't get a look at you."
"Do you really want me to?" asked Sarah, a tremor in her voice as she got unsteadily to her feet.
"Yes, baby," responded her husband levelly. "Do it for me."
Sarah's mind buzzed in total confusion as she stepped uncertainly to the middle of the room. She had been raised by sternly moralistic parents who would have talked about hell and damnation had they been witnesses to this scene, and she knew that it was wrong for a woman to take off her clothing in front of anyone but her husband. But her neat little moral world was thrown into chaos when her husband himself ordered her to take off her clothes. And a good wife always obeyed her husband, something else her parents had educated her to believe.
Will flipped the record over to the other side and placed the needle at the beginning. Soft music flooded the room and Sarah was on her way even before she had made up her mind whether or not to do what they wanted of her.
It was not a very professional striptease, but the little audience enjoyed it just the same. The brown-haired woman had been wearing a simple blouse and skirt combination and she made very little effort to stay in time with the music as she undressed, knowing that she could never manage to work all the buttons which had to be undone if she had to worry about inventing dance steps at the same time.
So she simply stood before them, swaying gracefully back and forth and undressed, fumbling a little in her nervousness with the buttons on her skirt before she succeeded in dropping it on the floor and stepping free. Martin was nearly doubled over now with his elbows on his knees, hardly permitting himself to blink for fear of missing an instant of this depraved spectacle. My God, she's built! he was telling himself with intense conviction as the trembling young girl stripped down to her slip. Tess has got a good pair of tits all right, but this little babe is really stacked!
In fact, Sarah had been embarrassed about the size of her breasts ever since her teens. She had matured earlier than her girlfriends and had looked like a movie star in the eighth grade while her schoolmates were still playing with dolls and dreaming about their first brassieres. She knew that her heavy sensuous breasts attracted attention from men on the streets and boys continually called rude remarks at her as she went about her daily errands. Conscious of this, she left her brassiere until last, taking a deep breath and sliding down the simple white pair of cotton panties she had been wearing and dancing free of them, now completely naked except for her heavy womanly breasts swaying back and forth so provocatively that Martin thought the top of his head was going to blow off.
But now, the moment of truth had to be faced. Despite the fact that Will assured her constantly that she had the finest pair of breasts ever given to mortal woman, Sarah was secretly haunted by the fear that they were too large, particularly since the rest of her body was slender and lithe. But Tess had stripped down to her bare skin and she knew that she had to do the same. Her hands were sweating profusely as she undid the brassiere straps and then reached around to attack the fastening at the back.
For a moment, she stood still, her face flushed with nervousness and embarrassment, tumbling with the catch. She could not get it undone! Her fingers would not cooperate!
Her embarrassment immediately doubled and she looked wildly around the room, searching for assistance. How ridiculous! A twenty-four year old woman who can not even take off her bra properly!
"Let Martin help you honey," suggested Will cunningly, gesturing in the direction of his best friend, who seemed a little stupefied by this whole performance. But Sarah was long past thinking for herself. Confused by a whole load of emotions she had never known she owned, she obeyed her husband's command, timidly approaching Martin. Since he seemed incapable of standing up, she crouched between his knees facing him and leaned forward, ducking her head and putting her arms around his waist to give him access to her back. As his hands moved unsteadily to deal with the stubborn clasp on her brassiere, the quivering young housewife could feel the hardness of his lust-stiffened cock against her breasts, and somehow his sexual excitement communicated itself to her. When she felt the clasp release, the trembling girl rocked slowly back on her heels to allow the gentle school teacher to slide the brassiere down over her arms, revealing to his bulging eyes the lust-inciting spectacle of her two swollen brown-tipped breasts, the nipples protruding and stimulated by the perverse excitement of what she had just done.
Now the act seemed to be over and without clearly understanding why, Sarah did not stand up again, but buried her head in Martin's comforting chest, the supplely yielding flesh of her ripely dangling breasts crushed into the man's groin.
"Can I get dressed now?" she mumbled thickly.
"No, not yet," Tess answered quickly. "I think we poor girls shouldn't have to do all the work. Why don't you two big lugs get your clothes off so Sarah and I can have a little look too? After all turnabout's fair play."
"Absolutely right!" proclaimed Will energetically, bounding to his feet with enthusiasm and immediately beginning to denude his big muscular body. Sarah and Martin both stared at him with amazement.
"They've lost their minds, the two of them," Sarah whispered to Martin, the music covering her words. "What's going on? They aren't behaving normally at all!"
"I know," replied Martin in an undertone, his head clearing a little as he recognized that Sarah was correct. Tess and Will always seemed to agree with one another, backing each other up at crucial moments. "I think they're up to something," he told his friend's wife. "What should we do?"
"I don't know," Sarah answered nervously. "Play along with them a little longer and see what they're up to. Why don't you take off your clothes?"
Martin was startled by this intelligent but shocking suggestion from a person he considered timid and moralistic. He also suddenly realized that he was not at all anxious to take off his clothes in front of a group.
"I can't," he whispered back in agony. "I'm... it's hard to say, but... I'm sort of aroused right now."
"It doesn't make any difference," Sarah prompted him, taking a quick glance over her shoulder. "So is my husband. I guess it's natural after the performance we just put on. I can't understand how on earth I ever let myself be talked into it."
Meanwhile, Will had tossed the last of his garments into a pile and dropped back down to the floor next to Tess, who promptly wiggled into his arms. There was about five feet between the two couples, but the loudness of the music made whispered conversations possible.
"How do you think we're doing?" asked Will, watching his fat thick cock quiver with excitement as he felt the exciting contact of Tess' lush warm breasts against his naked body.
"We're winning," Tess encouraged him. "Look, Martin is taking off his clothes and Sarah's giving him a hand with the buttons. Once they're both naked, they won't be able to resist a little friendly fucking."
Will nodded in agreement.
"Good, now let's proceed to Act Two!"
"How should we begin?" Tess asked anxiously. "If we move too fast, we might scare them off."
"Okay, take it easy," agreed Will craftily, keeping one eye on Sarah and Martin. The school teacher was now completely naked and Benson could see that his friend was fully and thoroughly aroused. "Let's just start with a couple of neighborly kisses and see if they follow suit. I think even Sarah must be getting heated up by now. But you take the lead."
Martin glanced across the room with astonishment as his beautiful naked wife deliberately raised her head to Benson's and planted a long loving kiss directly on his lips. The salesman was seated on the floor with his legs stretched out boldly before him, the fullness and hardness of his erection plainly visible to anyone who cared to look that way. As Tess kissed him, Benson winked lewdly at his wife and his best friend, and then reached up to caress Tess' heavy supple breasts as she leaned sensuously over him.
"For Christ's sake," exploded Martin, having difficulty keeping his voice down to an undertone. "This is developing into a sex party!" He and Sarah were nervously sitting next to one another, Martin's arm slung carelessly around the girl's trembling shoulders. The young school teacher was trying hard to convince himself that he was unhappy about the way things were turning out, but he was so aroused sexually by now that he found himself hoping that Will would actually go all the way with his wife. He pulled Sarah a little bit closer, but the young woman's body was tense and resisting.
"Martin," she sobbed in his ear. "What's happening to us? We've all been such good friends and this night is going to ruin everything, even our marriages!"
But their whispered conversation was interrupted by the increasing licentiousness on the other side of the room. Tess was clearly losing control of herself now and Will was stretched out full length on the floor while the red-haired woman ran her lips hungrily over his hairy chest, inching her way steadily towards the massive swollen shaft of flesh jutting fiercely from his loins. As she slavered over him, Martin saw his wife shift her body around so that she was upside-down, her moist reddish triangle of pubic hair suspended only inches from Will's openly panting mouth.
"Oh, my Lord!" groaned Sarah in dismay, thrusting her tear-streaked cheek against Martin's chest, but unable to keep her eyes off the depraved scene being enacted for their benefit. "They're going to do it! That's what Will always wants to do with me and I never let him. And now he's going to do it with your wife!"
Martin was a little slower to understand exactly what was going on, but soon enough Tess and Will left no possible doubt as to their intentions. With a groan of violent passion, the young housewife's body jerked forward, her mouth open and gleaming with saliva as she seized Will's bulging pole between her gleaming white teeth, quickly closing her lips around his pulsatingly hot shaft. Putting one coarse demanding hand on each of the smoothly rounded half-moons of her buttocks, Will did his half of the "sixty-nine," pulling her lush and yielding body down on top of him, her thighs on either side of his face and his lips burrowing deeply into her groin.
For a moment, Sarah and Martin sat transfixed, unable to move. Then Sarah took his hand, digging her nails ferociously into his flesh.
"I'm not going to sit here and watch them behave like animals!" she said angrily, loud enough to be heard across the room. "There are some things which should be done in private!"
She sprang to her feet, never releasing her neighbor's hand and half-dragged him in the direction of the bedroom, the tears cascading down her cheeks.
"But Sarah... " the school teacher objected feebly.
"Oh, don't leave me alone, Marty," she pleaded with him piteously. "Do whatever you want, but stay with me!" And she turned and darted into her bedroom. Martin hesitated a split-second longer, glancing at the horrendous sight of his wife's delicate lips cruelly stretched as his best friend fucked wildly into her open mouth. Then he whirled and rushed after Sarah, thinking that he ought to comfort her in this moment of bitter unhappiness.
"They're running off to the bedroom," Will mumbled, lifting his lips momentarily from the pink clasping flesh of Tess' sensitive vaginal passage.
"Just suck," gurgled the woman in reply, her words muffled by the presence of his massive rock-hard cock thrust deeply into her willing throat.
* * *
Martin found Sarah Benson collapsed across the bed, weeping passionately into the pillow, her white nakedly lush body stretched out on the deep blue bedspread and her frail shoulders quaking as sob after sob raced through her tempting lust-inciting figure. For a moment, the indecisive young man stood uncertainly next to the bed, feeling ridiculous about the fact that his long slender cock was still sticking persistently out in front of him and refusing to go limp. Martin found it difficult to decide how he ought to act, wanting desperately to thrust his hard aching cock into the delicate softness of her pliant supple body, but not knowing whether it was quite the thing to do at the moment. Sarah was so preoccupied with her husband's betrayal that she seemed to have forgotten that she was still naked and when Martin laid down next to her on the bed, she turned and cupped his face in her hands.
"Poor Martin," she told him sadly. "Here I am crying on as if I were the only person in the world who ever had an unfaithful spouse. You must be feeling just as bad!"
"It puzzles me," the school teacher admitted. "The two of them just seemed to go crazy tonight. And right in front of us! Almost as if they didn't care what we thought about it!"
"And they made us lose our heads too," pointed out Sarah, her tears gradually drying up. "Here we are, dressed like Adam and Eve and lying on a bed together. Anyone who saw us would assume that we were having an affair."
"It would serve the two of them right if we went right ahead and did it," responded Martin angrily. "Why the hell should your husband have all the fun?"
"And what about your wife?" countered Sarah sharply. "She didn't look to me as if she were being raped out there. If anyone was having fun it was Tess."
"They think you and I are a couple of wall-flowers!" exploded Martin, now getting up a head of steam. "I bet it would never occur to them that we could get into a little mischief as well."
"You're right! If they can commit adultery, so can we!" Sarah found herself absolutely shouting. Then there was a moment's silence. The slender brunette looked down between their two naked bodies and noticed that Martin's cock was still standing up rigidly and hard, only a few inches from her smooth white stomach, observing as well (and with a sense of relief) that her neighbor's cock was slightly smaller than her husband's and would probably cause less pain. Martin's body was just as manly and strong as Will, but he seemed to be gender and less demanding somehow, more likely to be considerate of a woman's feelings than her salesman-husband could ever be. And it would serve Will Benson right if he peeked into the bedroom and saw the two of them making love.
"Marty," she said softly and with a note of painful hesitation in her voice. "I... I can't offer to do exactly what Tess is doing, but... I can't say it, you have to ask me."
"Sarah, should we? I mean, do you think we could?" mumbled Martin in confusion, scarcely able to believe his ears.
"Yes, yes do it to me," she ordered finally, her hands reaching out to pull him close to her waiting available body. Martin reacted quickly to this timid invitation and Sarah felt his mouth covering her wetly, his tongue probing into her open mouth. She sucked on it moistly, feeling his body crush into hers and the rigid hardness of his cock pressing firmly into the tenderly quivering flesh of her naked belly while his hands roamed up and down over her voluptuous body. The notion of being kissed and fondled by another man in her own bed began to get to her, and the young housewife could feel her entire body begin to tremble and shiver with unusually strong excitement. She could not remember ever having been this turned on before, and she felt her sensitive brown nipples swelling and hardening as they burrowed fiercely into Martin's chest.
"Christ, I never realized how much I've always wanted to fuck you!" the man breathed into her mouth and Sarah felt a powerful charge of stimulation sweep through her body as her soft-spoken neighbor uttered the obscene word. It was a tragedy, she thought dreamily, because she somehow sensed that she was going to be able to respond to Martin in a way she had never reacted to her own husband. Her body was so hot now that she already felt as if she were on the verge of cumming and Martin had not yet even entered her.
Then, abnormally excited, she did something she had never done to Will. Stretching a trembling hand down between their two hotly pressed bodies, she stroked the throbbing hardness of his lust-stiffened penis, feeling a chill of carnal happiness as Martin's cock jerked convulsively in response. At last she was going to be able to satisfy a man completely, she told herself joyfully. Tonight she knew that she could open up more than she had ever done before. A pity it was not going to be her husband, but that was hardly her fault.
Martin rolled her over onto her back and got up on his hands and knees above her, attacking one nakedly quivering breast after the other with his hot lustful mouth, clamping his moistly sucking lips around the turgid buds of her nipples and sucking until the girl thought she was going clear out of her mind.
"Oh yes, darling, do it!" she groaned in a growing sexual passion as Martin's head darted even farther down the smoothly shivering surface of her flesh until she felt his rampaging lips invade the moist privacy of her pubic hair. This was something she had never allowed Will to do, believing that it was an unnatural perversion, but tonight the rule-book had been thrown into the fire. She groaned as Martin's flickering tongue stabbed out obscenely, striking and stimulating the tiny pink bud of her clitoris.
Encouraged by her moans of obvious enjoyment, Martin Edwards began lapping at his neighbor's wife like a madman, reaching down deliberately with his hands and gently spreading her thighs apart to give himself greater access to the intimacy of her loins.
This is insane, the young man told himself. You're doing things with Sarah you could never bring yourself to do with your own wife, even though Tess was always ready for anything which came her way! What's come over you?
But he was too excited now to contemplate the matter at length, and he carefully and deliberately spread the moist pink flanges of her pussy apart and leaned forward to send his tongue plunging recklessly into her tiny clasping little hole of her cunt.
"Ooooooh, Oooooooohhhhhh!" she moaned, feeling the excruciating pleasure-shocks race through her over-stimulated body. "Oh, come into my body, Marty, please, I'm ready for you now!"
There was a note of urgency in her voice which told him that it would be foolish to delay any longer. As Martin swung his lean muscular body into position above the lushly voluptuous woman, her legs splayed out automatically on both sides and she jackknifed her knees up hard against the two excitedly heaving mounds of her breasts to open her cunt up to him as widely as possible.
She was as ready as she would ever be, Martin knew, and he sensed that she wanted him to be gentle at first and then a little rough later. This was a woman who liked to be dominated by a man, but not terrorized by him and he guessed that Will Benson was probably a little too aggressive for such a timid woman.
But there was no question in his mind that she wanted it like crazy here and now. Her hips were already rising up to meet him as he guided his long tapering cock down into position, using the huge bulbous tip at the end of his shaft to divide the softly tangled brown hair of her pussy, now completely moistened by the orgiastic secretions from deep inside the woman's grossly over-excited body. It seemed as if her cunt were opening up to greet him like a welcome guest and the tip of his rigidly extended penis glided in between her glistening pussy-lips easily. With one gentle but powerful stroke, he fucked forward, worming his way up her passion-drenched cuntal passage until he felt the broad throbbing tip of his organ slam home against the tender cushion of her cervix, high up inside the secret flesh of her dazedly writhing body.
She clamped firmly around him as he entered her, exerting a sensual smooth pressure on his pulsating cock which almost drove him wild, but the lustful young school teacher decided to waste no more time. With long easy strokes, he began fucking into her supple receptive body, listening with pleasure to the sound of her moans and whimpers beneath him.
"Ooooooooh!" she groaned in ecstasy as her soft cuntal flesh seemed to flower open like a blossom in the warm summer sun. Her mouth was still pressed tightly up against his and her body was jerking in wild abandon, reacting to every punishing stroke he thrust into her.
"It's so good," she gushed into his open mouth. "It's never been this good for me before!" Her voice sounded almost as if she were in anguish, but Martin knew enough about women in bed to recognize that she was already racing wildly towards an orgasm, perhaps the first in a long time. Her arms tightened around his neck, pulling his hard masculine chest into the cushioning softness of her heavily swaying breasts, her tiny nugget-like little nipples digging into his flesh so hard that the sensation was almost painful.
Sarah's whole body began to gyrate as if an electric current were being passed through her veins, her normally-calm features contorted with naked lust and her nostrils flaring with untamable passion. As she writhed beneath him, her naked white body was becoming slippery with the perspiration of her effort and she threw her arms up above her head, bucking and churning beneath him like a woman possessed.
Now it's time to get rough, Martin told himself jubilantly, knowing that she was teetering on the edge of a terrific orgasm and needed only a little extra push to send her hurling off into the blue. He gathered his legs beneath him, put both hands beneath her smoothly-rounded buttocks and lifted her clear off the bed, forcing her long finely tapered legs up over his shoulders. And then he fell forward with all his might, giving her that extra little push.
* * *
"What the hell was that?" asked Tess m alarm as she stretched languidly on the rug before the fire, a few traces of Will's sticky white cum still clinging to her lips. "It sounded like someone screaming."
Will pricked up his ears attentively for a moment and then broke into a relaxed grin.
"That, my dear, is the sound of Sarah having an orgasm," he smiled at her lecherously. "And it's not a sound I've heard very often, I must admit. Your husband must be more efficient in bed than we've been giving him credit for."
"And that means that we're winning," responded Tess excitedly, getting quickly to her feet, her naked sweat-covered body gleaming dramatically in the firelight. "If they're having that good a time tonight, they're going to want it again tomorrow and the next day." She leaned temptingly over the naked muscular body of her lover. "Come on, let's go and see what's happening. Is that against the rules?"
"I don't know," mused Will dubiously. "I've never been involved in the wife-sharing scene before and it could be that there's some kind of etiquette that has to be observed. Like maybe it's bad manners to interrupt a guy while he's fucking your wife. It might piss him off."
"Oh, don't be ridiculous, Will," enthused Tess happily. "Now that they've done it and we've done it, we're going to be one big happy family. Want to know a secret?"
"Yeah, I like your secrets," conceded the salesman, getting to his feet and wrapping his arms around this vivacious voluptuous woman who had now become his mistress. "Tell me."
"My idea of absolutely heaven would be for all four of us to go to bed together."
"You've got a dirtier mind than I suspected," stated Will Benson, a distinct note of admiration in his voice as he considered the prospects of a real orgy. "And what would we all do, play four-handed poker?"
Tess put her head on his neck to hide the slow blush of embarrassment which was gradually coloring her face as red as her hair.
"No," she admitted shyly, wondering if it was really her who was saying these outlandish things. "I was thinking that you two men could both make love to me, and then to Sarah. Maybe both at the same time... "
Will did not need to utter a comment on this depraved suggestion because his limp, recently-deflated cock did it for him. As Tess described what she had in mind, the young salesman's penis gradually began stiffening all over again, rising up between Tess' legs. Moving quickly, the licentious red-headed woman trapped his steadily-rising cock between her soft white thighs, squeezing him by tightening the muscles in her legs.
"Now I've got you, Mister," she informed him. "If you want to get loose, promise me you'll help set up a four-way party with our better halves."
"Who said I wanted to get loose?" joked Will, exciting himself lewdly by moving back and forth between her soft yielding thighs.
"Promise!" threatened Tess, refusing to be distracted. "Come on, Will, don't tell me you're shocked by my little suggestion?"
"Okay, I promise," agreed the muscular young salesman promptly. "And if I had your sales technique, baby, I could figure on retiring by the time I was thirty. Now for Christ's sake, let's see what Marty and Sarah are doing. I'm dying of curiosity."
"All right, but keep your voice down," warned Tess cautiously, or they'll hear us."
Hand in hand, the two naked adulterers stole to the door of the bedroom. Martin had left the door slightly ajar when he had followed Sarah into this room a half-hour previously and by hiding in the shadows, the two masterminds of this wife-sharing situation found they could hear and see everything.
"You held back so long, darling," they heard Sarah's voice saying, and Tess nudged Will delightedly in the ribs. "Oh, it was... indescribable!" Sarah gushed, covering Martin's face with warm hungry kisses.
"But it won't last much longer," Martin warned her lewdly. "Because I'm almost there."
Sarah suddenly dropped her voice to an undertone so that Tess and Will could no longer hear her.
"Then wait," whispered Sarah, "Don't cum for a minute."
"Why?" demanded Martin, also reducing his voice to a husky whisper. "This is one hell of a time to change your mind."
"Oh darling, I haven't changed my mind," she assured him. "I want it to be wonderful for you, but I think they're watching us from the hallway. I just saw someone move out there and-no, don't look-and I heard a floorboard squeak."
Martin suddenly felt how ridiculous he must look from the corridor, his bare buttocks sticking up in the air as he lay on top of Sarah's spread-eagled figure. Then, his anger returned.
"I'm going to give those two a piece of my mind," he grumbled. "The very least they could do at this point is leave us alone, after all the games they've been playing."
"Hush, hush, sweetheart," Sarah calmed him, running her delicate hands over his broad back. "Don't you see what they're up to? They deliberately maneuvered us into bed together. They must have had it planned for days."
At this point, Martin was not sure whether he cared or not. He had just gotten half-way through the most marvelous fuck of his entire life and the strong young school teacher was anxious to complete the other fifty percent. His thick, lust-engorged cock was lying buried deep inside Sarah's satiated happily-clasping vagina, twitching and begging for some more action.
They could discuss the meaning of all this later! Right now, he wanted to cum!
"Listen, darling," Sarah continued, a mysterious smile spreading across her face as she looked up at him. "They've been treating us like a pair of stupid children and I think it's time we taught them a little lesson."
"What kind of lesson?" Martin demanded impatiently.
"Darling... it would be a kind of reward for you at the same time... but it's a little difficult to say it... I'm not used to inviting men to perform perversions oh me... you know what I mean... " the embarrassed girl stammered uneasily.
"Perversions?" Martin responded, mystified. "Sarah, what the hell are you talking about?"
"Marty, you're even more innocent than I am!" she giggled suddenly, still keeping her voice down to the merest whisper. "Why don't you do to me what my husband was doing to your wife?" Her voice was barely audible as she mouthed these obscenely inviting words, but Martin heard and finally understood. A violent sensual tremble ran through his entire body as the meaning of this lewd offer struck home. She was asking him to stick his hard throbbing cock into the soft moist sanctuary of her mouth!
"Sarah... " he stammered nervously, not quite convinced that happiness like this was possible for mortal men. "Are you sure... I mean, do you really want to?"
The young betrayed housewife was clearly upset, but there was a distinct note of determination in her voice as she answered him flatly.
"I'm sure. We've got to show them we're not the innocent children they think we are," she insisted. "Come on, Martin, do it!"
The school teacher hesitated no longer. Pulling the full aching length of his hardness out of her gently clasping cunt with an obscene wet sloshing sound, he knelt up over her, his lust-hardened cock waving lewdly in front of him and surveyed the prize he had won. She was magnificent! There was so much to choose from the poor young man hardly knew where to begin.
As he crawled slowly forward, his knees on either side of her lushly inviting body, his glistening wet cock brushed the tip of one of her full mountainous breasts, causing the tormented nipple to react by swelling immediately to an even greater state of hardness. It gave him a new idea.
Let's see if we can't teach Will something new, he muttered to himself, lowering his buttocks down to the girl's heaving rib cage so that the hard muscular shaft of his throbbing cock rested comfortably in the narrow lust-inciting valley between the two high quivering mounds of her breasts.
Sarah surprised him by understanding immediately what he wanted to do to her and cooperated to the fullest by pushing her heavily supple breasts tightly together with her own soft feminine hands.
The sensation was exquisite and a slight moan of pure pleasure escaped from the young man's lips as he felt the firm but yielding pressure of her two voluptuous mounds close in on him lovingly from either side. Her breasts formed a soft velvety tunnel into which he could fuck to his heart's content and her two rock-hard little nipples were almost touching, tenderly covering his pulsating instrument from the top. Smiling down at her lustfully, Martin began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting into this bizarre unnatural tunnel so far that the red-tipped bulbous head of his cock appeared on the other side, leaving a tiny drop of warm sticky seminal fluid with each stroke.
After a moment or two, however, he had to slow himself down, feeling that hot fiery sensation in his testicles which warned him that he could not expect to hold out forever in the face of the overwhelming sexual stimulation his throbbing cock was receiving. While he rested, the young school teacher entertained himself by playing with her nipples, tweaking them between his fingers and chuckling with satisfaction as he watched each of the little brown buds throb with regenerating desire. The man could feel Sarah's body begin to buck and churn again beneath him and he realized that the unnaturalness of what they were about to do was exciting the girl all over again.
Sarah's mouth was working, muttering indecent mumblings and Martin found himself unable to tear his eyes off those two moist red lips and the thought that they were his to abuse almost caused the over-stimulated man to ejaculate on the spot and spew his hot sticky sperm all over her nakedly innocent breasts.
But he controlled himself with an act of the will and inched up even higher, breaking his cock away from the warm tantalizing imprisonment of her breasts, moving forward so that his knees were on either side of her head and his hard swaying member thrust out directly over her face. From where she was lying, prone and helpless, Sarah could see the sperm-filled ridge pulsating on the underside of his lust-swollen penis and for a moment, she almost regretted having issued that lewd invitation a few minutes before to orally fuck her.
He was going to ram that heavy murderous instrument down her throat, she realized with a sudden rush of dismay. This was the very act her own husband had been urging her to submit to for the two years of their marriage and she had always rejected him coldly and disdainfully. Now she was going to get it from another man who would gleefully empty his obscene cum into her defenseless throat!
Out in the hallway, Tess and Will strained their eyes to see in the dim light, their own lust growing in power as they watched this depraved drama unfold.
"She's going to suck him off," gasped Tess in a whisper. "Funny, because he never would let me do it!"
"I don't believe it," snapped Benson in an undertone. "Maybe Martin thinks he's going to get a blow-job out of Sarah, but he doesn't know her the way I do. Believe me, Sarah thinks that mouths were made for singing hymns and nothing else."
But Will was to be proven wrong almost immediately. His sperm-heavy balls resting lewdly on her chin and his buttocks sitting lightly on the firm resilient mounds of her breasts, Martin moved slightly to allow his long moist cock to come to rest directly on the trembling red crest of her lips. He half-expected her to clamp her mouth tight with rage, but instead the ravaged young woman gently closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Before Martin realized what was happening to him, he was inside of her, feeling the warm torturous pressure of her tongue as it curled around the thickly pulsing shaft of his penis.
Sarah was wasting no time, evidently having decided to do it and get it over with as quickly as possible. Her lips were soft and pleasant as they fastened on him, forming a tight elastic seal around his convulsively jerking shaft. She was taking him as far into her gently sucking mouth as possible and he could feel the warm thick saliva accumulating in the interior and mixing with the lewd seminal emissions from his own tensely sweating body.
Then she began to suck on him in earnest, bringing her delicate hands up to apply greater pressure on the rigid base of his cock while she nibbled and licked at him expertly as if she had done this a thousand times before.
His enthusiasm for this project growing by leaps and bounds, Martin clasped his hands tightly to her cheeks, applying even greater pressure to his hotly laboring cock, grunting with intense carnal satisfaction as he fucked jubilantly in and out of her cruelly stretched mouth. Now, half-crazed by the perverse unnatural act he was involved in, wild bizarre erotic thoughts and fantasies filled the young man's mind and all he could think of was the prospect of cumming in her mouth and making her swallow his lewd sperm while her husband watched incredulously from the hall.
His loins were heating up to a fever pitch now and he recognized that he could not keep this up forever. Sarah was sucking away as if her life depended upon it, feeling the steady pat-pat of his heavily swinging balls as they beat rhythmically against her chin. The young girl could feel the pressure constantly building and his cock seemed to be getting longer and longer by the moment. She knew that Will and Tess were watching, entranced, from behind the door, and she desperately wanted her husband to see exactly what she did when his best friend pumped his steaming load into her open willing throat.
Then, a second earlier than either of them expected, Martin's cock began to explode!
Nothing could stop it once his orgasm had begun and Martin's muscular body went still and rigid as the spasm swept over him. The hot white liquid suddenly began gushing out of him in an intense, hot flood and with a groan, the school teacher shoved his wildly-ejaculating cock even deeper into the farthest recesses of her gurgling gagging throat.
For Sarah, it was the moment of truth. The young housewife struggled bravely to swallow every drop of the lust-inciting fluid he pumped copiously into her mouth and the two voyeurs in the hall could see her clearly as she gulped the sticky white semen gluttonously, her cheeks distended as if she were blowing up a balloon.
A few drops escaped the tightly ovaled seal of her lips, dribbling obscenely down her cheeks and into her rich brown hair, but she succeeded in swallowing most of it, courageously licking and nibbling at his slowly deflating penis as if it were an ice cream cone on a hot summer's day.
Sarah took his softly jerking tool between her delicate fingers and pushed the rough leathery foreskin as far back as it would go, using her agile cum-coated tongue to reach into every nook and cranny, cleaning him like a mother cat attending to her kittens.
Then the two new lovers felt the bed sag and for the first time they became aware that Tess and Will, both still as naked as they, had joined them on the mattress. For some reason she never clearly understood, Sarah took one look at the solemn expression on her husband's face and immediately got the giggles, laughing hysterically with Martin's limp damp penis clasped lovingly between her fingers.
The school master studied his wife, feeling somehow that he ought to be angry, but the anger simply would not come. Tess was eying him quizzically, trying to decide from the expression on his face whether he was genuinely outraged or not. Martin thought about it for a long moment, feeling his carnal desire slowly building up again as he looked at his wife's splendidly naked body.
Then Martin stared directly at Will Benson, the man who had seduced his wife and treacherously maneuvered him into bed with the innocent Sarah. The school teacher's face hardened and his voice was low and menacing as he spoke.
"All right, Benson, it's time we got one thing straight!" Edwards growled.
A moment of apprehension passed over the salesman's handsome face. He was bigger than his friend and probably stronger but the idea of a fight did not appeal to him.
"What's that, Marty?" he asked mildly.
"We're going to have to get ourselves a bigger bed!" the school teacher exclaimed with a sudden grin. "How can I do my stuff all cramped like this?"
BOOK TWO
CHAPTER ONE
Summer came to Vine Street and Martin Edwards began his annual battle to keep the ivy from completely smothering his old family home. This year, fortunately, he had the help of his friend and next door neighbor, Will Benson, who wheeled and dealed among the vines as if they were salesmen from a rival company. In their spare time, the two couples were hard at work on a joint swimming pool which stretched between their respective properties, hoping to have it finished and filled with water before the hot days in August. Mrs. Murry, a widow who lived in the brick house up the street, said she thought it was just lovely the way the Edwards and the Bensons had taken to one another. Tess and Sarah had become inseparable, Mrs. Murry testified to the local gossips, and the school-teacher's wife had begun to take an interest in the charity work which Sarah had handled alone for so long. The two girls routinely did their shopping and household chores together while their husbands worked side-by-side on the swimming pool. The only thing which upset Mrs. Murry was the fact that Sarah seemed to have given up going to church on Sunday morning, excusing herself by saying that her attendance was constantly interfering with the weekend plans made by the other three. Mrs. Murry could well understand this, although the church choir missed Sarah's strong soprano voice.
After all, the widow told everyone who would listen, the Bensons and the Edwards were all fine upstanding young people. In a day and age like this one, the widow insisted, where married couples were constantly getting involved with drugs or extra-marital affairs, it was so good to see decent God-fearing couples enjoying themselves innocently and wholesomely!
* * *
"The old bag's right," asserted Will Benson with a lecherous grin on his broad handsome face. "The families that lay together, stay together!"
"Oh, it's all right to joke," Martin warned his friend, "but we really can't afford to get too careless, especially with people like Mrs. Murry. If the people in this town found out the kind of games the four of us like to play, you and I would be on the streets looking for jobs and not finding any."
"Don't get uptight, Marty," Tess assured him. "With just the four of us in the group, it's not likely that anyone else could find out about our arrangement, is it?"
"And we're always so careful about keeping the shades pulled and watching what we say in front of other people," added Sarah, getting up from the sofa to pour everyone another drink.
"But we've got to watch what we do in public," remarked Tess, glancing at Will Benson. "The other day in the super market, this hot-shot salesman put his hand on my ass! It was a miracle that no one saw us!"
"I don't know what I could have been thinking about," apologized Will humbly. "We were just standing there, arguing about what kind of hot dogs to take on the picnic and without realizing it, I gave her bottom a little pat."
"Yeah, and one little pat like that could make some busybody very suspicious," Martin warned. "Remember, a school teacher is supposed to be a pillar of the community. Why, imagine what would happen if Mr. Jacobs found out we were sharing our wives."
"The old fart!" injected Tess contemptuously. "He probably doesn't know what a swapper is."
"Too bad, though," added Will Benson thoughtfully. "He may be an old fart, but he's got a pretty good-looking wife. I wouldn't mind getting my rocks off with her once or twice."
"And why do you call him an old fart?" objected Sarah, blushing slightly as she repeated Tess' vulgar word. "I think he's a very nice man, and he looks very strong and virile for his age. After all, he must have something going for him in order to hang onto a young attractive wife like that."
"Oh, I don't doubt that he keeps up his end of the bargain," explained Martin. "I see him working out in the gym on lunch hours and he's got more muscles than I'll ever have. But he's also a big guy at the church and gets involved with all these anti-pornography campaigns. Why one day he caught one of my students with a girlie magazine and I had to argue with him for hours to keep the kid from being expelled from the school. The guy is Mr. Morality and if he found out about us, he'd see to it that I never taught again. Besides, he's going to retire in a year or two and he'll have a lot to say about who follows him as principal. I'm the leading contender and I want to stay that way, which is why we have to entertain him every once in awhile."
"And listen to his sermons for a couple of hours," complained Tess with an exaggerated groan.
"Oh, it isn't that bad," volunteered Will Benson. "And think how much money hubby'll make when he becomes a principal. As his friends, it's up to us to give him a hand."
"Oh, I guess you're right," sighed the rust-haired woman lustily. "It's just that I feel sort of uncomfortable sitting around the living room with all my clothes on."
In fact, since their introduction to wife-sharing, lifestyles in the two families had changed drastically. Nowadays, as soon as they all met in one of their homes, all four immediately stripped for action. Even after everyone had enjoyed all the sex he or she could handle and someone suggested a game of poker, they remained naked around the card table and spending an evening fully clothed was trying for all of them.
Both Martin and Sarah had been dubious about this sharing business, even after that fantastic night six months previously when they had unexpectedly found themselves in bed together, but their apprehensions faded after a few weeks and they began to enjoy the games invented by Tess and Will. While Sarah and Martin always remained a little shyer than their mates, most of their inhibitions were gone after the first month and whatever they did, they all did together.
Will had immediately accepted Martin's original suggestion and hired a mattress-maker in a nearby town to create for them the largest bed ever seen on Vine Street, big enough for the wildest antics four devious minds could imagine.
"Well, look, they aren't going to be here for another hour at least," mentioned Martin after consulting his watch. "We've got time for a couple of snap-shots of anybody feels like amateur photography."
"Now you're talking!" agreed Tess with a burst of enthusiasm, leaping to her feet and going to work on the buttons of her dress.
"Right on!" Will concurred, going to fetch the camera. "I had some ideas this morning for a couple of shot combinations which ought to bust this poor machine right open."
"And if old Jacobs comes early, we can ask him to hold the camera," joked Martin as he climbed out of his pants. The group had discovered the pleasures of photography only a month before, finding that shooting a couple of rolls of film in the nude was the ideal warm up for an evening of sex. Since they obviously could not take their film to the corner drug store for development, Martin had invested in one of those automatic cameras which produces a perfectly-developed picture ten seconds after the shutter is released. There was a lot of good-natured but lewd joking as the four young people undressed carelessly, scattering their clothing around the room, and Martin picked up the camera and began adjusting the lens aperture for the proper setting.
"Let's see now," he grinned evilly at the group. "Two women and a man. What kind of combination can we work... "
"Wait a minute!" protested Will, humorously pointing at his limply dangling cock. "My friend here isn't ready to have his portrait taken. I like him to look his best."
"Hmmmm, I think we can take care of that, don't you, Sarah?" questioned Tess lasciviously, dropping nakedly to her knees in front of the salesman.
"Wait, I want to help!" called Sarah, as usual, having difficulty getting her brassiere unfastened. When the bra finally landed on the floor, the naked, heavy-chested woman darted to her girlfriend's side.
Will's cock started to rise automatically as the two voluptuous women were both on their knees before him, facing one another and so close that their breasts were actually touching, with Benson's long bulbous cock stretched happily between them. Slowly, the two girls arched tantalizingly forward, their mouths open and their arms around each other's shoulders so that their lust supple bodies crushed together, trapping Will's now trembling cock between their lips.
"Hold it!" commanded Martin jubilantly, his own cock racing towards the ceiling as he snapped the obscene photograph. "That has possibilities, folks. Let's try a couple more on the same theme"
* * *
Things got out of hand and the four were in a pile of thrashing sweating bodies on the floor an hour later when the door bell rang.
"Oh Christ!" groaned Martin, gently withdrawing his rock-hard penis from his wife's gaping mouth and lifting his lips from the delicate valley of Sarah's moistly splayed cunt. "It's them!"
"Okay, no need for panic," said Will calmly, taking charge in an emergency as he always did. "Everybody get your clothes on real fast. Sarah, you hide those photographs somewhere and Tess, you straighten up the room. Marty and I'll go out the back door and come around the side of the house as if we had been out in the garden and that'll give us an excuse for being late answering the door."
No one had a better plan to offer and anyway there was hardly any time to argue the point. Everyone did exactly what they were supposed to do as quietly and quickly as possible and the two men let themselves silently out the back door and circled through the darkness to the front door where Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs stood waiting.
"Hi!" Martin called cheerfully to his employer and Mrs. Jacobs. "Hope you haven't been standing here too long. We were all out back dreaming about our swimming pool."
"Ah!" beamed Mr. Jacobs. "We'll be around to visit you much more frequently once you get it finished, Martin. Very enterprising of you, I must say."
The two young men groaned inwardly at the idea of having the Jacobs as frequent visitors, but they forced smiles onto their faces and invited their guests into the living room. Will scanned the room nervously, half-expecting to see some give-away detail, but the two wives had done an excellent job of clearing away all the incriminating evidence. Both women were sitting primly on the couch as the Jacobs entered, smiling properly.
"How nice of you to stop by!"
"How nice of you to ask us!"
"What a nice house you have!"
"What nice weather we're having!"
And so the conversation went. Her nerves now a little calmer, Tess lighted a cigarette and settled back on the couch to study the high school principal and his young wife.
Jacobs himself looked something like an old goat. His gray hair was fashionably long, flowing around his ears, and his face constantly bore the expression of a man who wanted to tell a dirty joke and did not quite dare, but was enjoying it privately anyway. Somehow he never looked like the pillar of the community's morality he was supposed to be and somewhere in the back of Tess' mind, she formed the notion that Mr. Jacobs might be a huge phony. He was talking very seriously about the latest educational techniques in use at the school, mentioning that he hoped that Martin would be selected as his successor since Martin was also enthusiastic about these new methods and could be counted on to continue them. As he talked, Sarah shifted carelessly on the couch, crossing her legs in such fashion that her mini-skirt slipped high up on her thighs, revealing generous portions of the girl's sleekly tapered legs. Mr. Jacobs never missed a word in the lecture he was delivering, Tess observed, but his eyes were quite clearly focused on Sarah's attractive body and nowhere else.
Mrs. Jacobs was at least fifteen years younger than her husband, a well-preserved thirty-five and Will Benson studied her carefully as they chatted. She was obviously a woman who paid a lot of attention to her looks and the way she dressed. Constant exercise had quite plainly gone into the business of keeping her breasts high and firm and her waist narrow, and she looked to Benson like a gal who knew how to handle herself in the sack.
"So I said to the School Board... "
"Would you like another drink?"
"Oh, your curtains are divine!"
"We really must go shortly... "
The conversation droned on for another hour before the Jacobs remembered another call which they had to make and stood up to go.
"Oh, could I use your little girl's room?" asked Mrs. Jacobs suddenly as Martin held her coat for her.
"Sure, Mrs. Jacobs," he responded affably. "It's right down that hallway."
As Mrs. Jacobs disappeared in the direction of the bathroom, purse under her arm, Tess and Sarah looked at each other, a strange panicky expression coming over both of their faces. Martin Edwards noticed that something was wrong, but it was obviously not the moment to make inquiries so he held his tongue until the principal's wife reappeared and left with her husband.
"What were all those mysterious glances about?" he asked quietly as soon as they heard the Jacobs car move off down the street. Sarah had already streaked in the direction of the bathroom and Tess was looking distinctly pale.
"The pictures... the pictures... " she stammered. "We hid them in the medicine cabinet. "It never occurred to us... "
"Oh sweet suffering Christ!" moaned Martin in agony as Sarah re-entered the room. "Does it look like she saw them?"
"Nothing's been disturbed," Sarah assured them re-entering the room. "Of course, there's no way to tell exactly, but she wasn't in there for more than a moment."
"And why should she go poking around in the medicine cabinet anyway?" demanded Will.
"Because she's a woman and women are nosy!" retorted Tess. "I always have the temptation to look into the medicine cabinet when I'm in a strange house. You can find out so much about people that way."
"And she could have learned a terrible lot about us," moaned Sarah, her face coloring as she recalled the lewd depraved actions she had been performing in some of those pictures.
"This could be the end," agonized Martin, ringing his hands.
"Now look, will everybody please calm down," suggested Will, as usual taking charge of the situation. "This is not the end of anything. She was only in there long enough to hoist up her dress, drop her drawers and have a quick pee. When she came out, she looked like a woman who was happy to have a load off her bladder and nothing else. There were at least twenty-five pictures in the lot and if she'd seen them, she could hardly have resisted the temptation to look at them all. And she wasn't in there long enough to have done it. Besides, not everybody is as nosy as you two broads. Come on, let's do some serious fucking."
"You're right!" affirmed Martin, deciding to worry no more about the incident. "They wasted enough of our loving time as it is."
"If you guys say so," agreed Sarah dubiously, removing her dress with a worried expression.
"I say so," stated Martin positively. "Come on, let's get naked!"
* * *
Martin Edwards had always been a good teacher and popular with his students, but most of the pupils in his high school had noticed that the "teach" had seemed more relaxed and jovial over the course of the last semester. He now occasionally shared a slightly off-color joke with the older boys and sometimes pretended to flirt with the more attractive girls. But today, everybody noticed that he was distracted and tense and when the bell rang signifying the end of the day, Mr. Edwards seemed even happier about it than they were.
The class filed out of the room, pushing and talking while Martin slumped behind his desk. As the last student disappeared down the hall, the principal's secretary put her head in the door.
"Mr. Jacobs would like you to stop by and see him before you leave, Mr. Edwards," she said brightly.
Martin's heart began sinking rapidly, but he tried his best to keep up a brave front.
"Did he... uh... mention what it was about?" he inquired, fishing for some reassurance.
"No," she informed him with a pleasant smile. "Just said it was very important."
Martin had read detective stories about people who confessed to murders they had committed to policemen who had come to the door to sell tickets to the Policemen's Ball, so he reminded himself not to start defending himself until after Mr. Jacobs had clearly indicated that he knew what the score was.
Indeed, there was no particular point in defending himself at all, if the principal had discovered that he, Tess and the Bensons were involved in a wife-sharing arrangement, he was ruined and that was all there was to it!
The head of the school was looking particularly grave as the young teacher opened the door to his office and nervously approached the desk.
"Uh... you wanted to see me, Mr. Jacobs?" he asked, his palms growing slightly sweaty. The principal wasted no time in coming to the point.
"Sit down, Edwards," he snapped sharply. "I am curious to know how you propose to explain this picture."
Sliding back his top right-hand desk drawer, Jacobs withdrew a snapshot and sent it sailing across the glass top of the desk. Martin steadied it with his hand and saw in a minute that his worst fears were to be realized. It was far and away the most obscene photograph of the lot. Martin's clever new camera had an automatic shutter, one which could be set to take a picture thirty seconds after the button had been pushed and they had used this device to include all four of them in the photograph.
The image was remarkably clear: along the bottom lay Will Benson, his head buried between his wife's legs as he sucked lecherously on her clasping visibly open vaginal aperture. Sarah, quite plainly writhing in lust because of the abnormal stimulation she was receiving from below, was doing her damnedest to give as good as she was getting, and the man to whom she was giving it was none other than Vine Street's favorite teacher, Martin Edwards himself, whose hard bulbous cock was thrust obscenely into the girl's gaping gulping mouth.
Nor was Martin idle in this pornographic portrait. His face was only partially visible because it was jammed unnaturally into the hotly flowing pussy of his wife, who in turn was enthusiastically sucking Benson's lust-stiffened manhood, thus completing the daisy chain. They were all there and all quite identifiable, and the school teacher could think of no conceivable way of denying or explaining away this bizarre licentious activity. He was nailed to the cross.
And on the other hand, Edwards suddenly decided, why should he grovel around in front of Mr. Jacobs? Naturally if a little groveling could somehow save his job, then perhaps it might be worthwhile. But he was obviously going to get the sack whether he groveled or not. So why not hang on to what little dignity he had left? Besides, he was not really sorry, not in the least. He had loved every one of the orgiastic evenings he had spent with the other three and his enlarged sex-life had been worth the risk. They had played for big stakes and lost. Take it like a man, he told himself, and he flipped the photograph back to Mr. Jacobs with a careless insolent flick of his fingers.
"Keep it!" he said calmly. "Maybe it will come in useful for one of your morality lectures. And Mrs. Jacobs has one hell of a nerve going through our medicine cabinet."
"She was looking for an aspirin," responded Jacobs, a little startled by this unexpected counter-attack.
"Well, I do hope our pictures cured her headache," Martin snapped sarcastically.
"I am still waiting for your explanation of this photograph," stated the principal coldly, searching the younger man's face with his eyes.
"What's to explain?" exclaimed the teacher. "It seems to me the picture speaks for itself."
"I would say it does," affirmed his superior. "I would deduce from the obscene degenerate photograph that you and your wife have fallen into the low corrupt unnatural practice of wife-swapping."
"Guilty on all counts," replied Edwards flippantly, gazing at the ceiling and wondering how far away he would have to go to find another job. "Although we prefer to think of it as sharing, not swapping, since we all genuinely love each other."
"I wonder if you understand the consequences of this," lectured the principal, getting to his feet and continuing to examine the photograph. "I mean, surely you don't think this is normal conduct? Do you imagine that Mrs. Jacobs and I, or the members of the School Board indulge in this kind of animalistic orgy?"
"Do you a world of good," Martin shot back, still trying to play the tough guy. "But no, I don't imagine you do."
"Ah, but there you're wrong," responded Jacobs with a sudden unexpected grin. "We do and we enjoy it just as much as you people apparently do! How marvelous, Martin! We've been wanting to expand our group for a year now and you and the Bensons will make terrific new members. Congratulations, my boy, you and your friends are about to join the biggest swappers' group in this part of the state!"
* * *
The group sat in stunned silence for a minute as Martin Edwards recited his story. Sarah was pale and even the usually enthusiastic Tess looked somewhat unsettled at this unexpected turn of events. Will Benson was pacing the floor as his friend talked, smoking one cigarette after another.
"But you told him no!" Sarah cried, panic in her eyes.
"Honey, you've got to understand my state of mind at the time," the school teacher tried to explain. "I walked into the office expecting to be told I could never teach anywhere again. I was caught too far off-guard to tell him anything."
"And he's signed us up for next Friday night?" inquired Will, a strange lecherous glint in his eye.
"Yeah," answered Martin morosely. "Right after the Parent-Teachers' Association Meeting, he has another meeting of certain selected parents and teachers scheduled for a slightly different purpose. Adult education, I suppose you could call it."
"But you could have explained that this sort of thing just sort of happened to us," rationalized Sarah, visibly upset by this whole misadventure, "and said we didn't want to join some sort of orgy group."
"Well, I was going to say something like that, but he kept telling me that a majority of the school board was in this group-all the wealthy powerful men in the community-and that our showing up would clinch my nomination as the next principal of the school. He didn't say so, exactly, but I gathered that our not showing up after we'd been invited would definitely un-clinch things."
"Well, I don't know what all the sweat is about," commented Tess, lighting a cigarette and leaning back against a pillow. "None of us exactly qualify as virgins anymore. If we don't like this outfit, there's no law says we have to stay, is there? We show up, just to keep Mr. Jacobs happy, see what the scene is like and then go back to our private association if we decide we'd rather do it ourselves."
"Tess, how can you say such a thing?" demanded Sarah, color climbing into her cheeks as she envisioned herself being debauched before a gang of complete strangers. "How do we know what kind of horrible things these people like to do?"
At this, Martin stirred uncomfortably in his seat.
"Well, Jacobs gave me a fairly concrete idea of the kind of swinging this bunch goes in for. They do some things we never thought of."
"We can't!" wailed Sarah.
"We've got no choice," Will corrected her casually. "And who knows? It might be fun!"
* * *
"Oh, I just know you're going to love it," Mrs. Jacobs gushed as she led the little group into her spacious and well-decorated living room. "We've never had a party yet that didn't leave everybody exhausted but happy for a week. Come on, I'll introduce you to our friends. Most of them are people you already know, but you'll get to know them all a hell of a lot better before the night is over!"
Tess and Will, arm in arm, fed the way with Sarah and Martin following rather dubiously behind, the salesman's wife particularly unhappy about this entire experiment. The wear and tear on her conscience had been bad enough when they had first begun to share their bodies with one another, but she could not see how she could ever come to accept the idea of lying down with a complete stranger and letting him take possession of her delicate desirable body. It just seemed too perverse, too unnatural! There would be no love involved, and love was what really counted!
"Let's go," her husband urged her with a lecherous grin. "Relax, Sarah! You look like you've got acute indigestion or something!"
The frightened young wife tried desperately to shape her face into something approaching a smile, but the effort was in vain. Not only was she miserable at the idea of attending an orgy, but the very clothing she was wearing embarrassed her. Knowing that people were expected to turn up at functions such as this looking their best, Will had carted the two girls off to a larger city nearby and purchased them both the kind of dresses one could not buy at the Women's Wear Shop on Vine Street, with low-cut necklines and short skirts. They had all insisted that Sarah leave her heavy swaying breasts free and unrestricted by a brassiere and the voluptuous but timid young wife correctly assumed that all eyes in the room would be staring lewdly at her the moment she made her entrance.
There were twenty-five or thirty people in attendance, most of them people Sarah already knew, some from the church and others, horrifyingly enough, her own neighbors on Vine Street.
Tess and Will immediately flung themselves into socializing, joining a laughing rowdy group around the bar. Martin and Sarah stood by themselves for an instant, momentarily deserted by their hostess, and took a quick look around. There was no question that Mr. Jacobs had been correct when he had boasted that most of the wealthy and influential men in town would be here with their wives. Several members of the School Board called out greetings to the young teacher and Martin saw some of their wives sending him very explicitly, inviting winks from across the room.
"Oh, Marty, what are we going to do?" wailed Sarah in his ear. "You know perfectly well we aren't the types to get involved in this kind of business!"
"I know we're not," confessed Edwards unhappily. "We obviously can't turn around and walk out, at least not yet. Let's try to stay together and play it by ear. If worse comes to worst, when the orgy starts we can always grab a couch somewhere and pretend to be all wrapped up in each other. Since you're Will's wife and not mine, that ought to satisfy everybody's appetite for sin. Meanwhile, let's get a couple of drinks inside of us, so we don't stand here looking like a couple of nuns marooned in a whore house."
They moved towards the bar, smiling shyly at people they met and Sarah felt her buttocks manhandled more than once as they pushed their way through the crowd. By the time they emerged with tall potent drinks in hand, Will and Tess were waiting for them, standing in deep conversation with Mrs. Jacobs, or, as she now insisted they call her, Patty.
"After all," she exclaimed, grinning at Martin with an expression of undisguised lust. "We're going to get to know each other very, very well in the course of the evening and I don't want Martin calling me "Mrs. Jacobs" at any crucial moments, do I?"
Will laughed out loud at the idea, and Martin managed a weak smile. The very idea of playing sex-games with an obviously experienced woman like Mrs. Jacobs (or Patty, he mentally corrected himself) frankly terrified the young man and he found himself longing for the calm reassuring body of Sarah.
"Now I should explain the rules. We don't have very many regulations but you need a few in any organization," Patty continued merrily, putting her arms around Martin and Will and pulling them all together in a tight little bunch. "First, after you're members yourselves, you can suggest new members, but you aren't allowed to tell anyone about us until the whole group agrees and gives the go-ahead. For example, after I found that charming little group-portrait in your medicine chest, my busy little hubby was on the phone all night getting everybody's consent to include the four of you in the group. It wasn't hard because we all agreed that we needed some new blood."
"Just about everybody we know is already a member," put in Will, "so there's no problem with us on that score. When does the action start, Patty?"
"Just wait a minute, hot-pants," she told him with a seductive smile. "You'll get a chance to do your stuff before very long and I know just the girl to start you with! Now normally in our bunch, everybody is on his own, meaning that you can do what you want with whomever you want, providing the other person agrees, which will be most of the time. But tonight is your initiation night, and we have a special set of rules for first-nighters to make sure that you all get to meet everybody in the crowd. So this evening, all the girls in the gang get a crack at you two boys, after I've had my turn naturally, and all the men get to do whatever they want with you two girls. You'll have a couple of tired pussies tomorrow, I promise you!"
"But there must be fifteen girls here tonight!" protested Will, somehow not looking too unhappy about the prospect. "What do you think we are, supermen?"
Patty Jacobs favored him with a lascivious wink and nudged him in the ribs as she answered.
"From what I saw of that tool of yours in the photograph, I'd say you could give it the old college try," she told him obscenely. "And when you run out of gas, you'll have to use your imagination." As she spoke, the depraved principal's wife ran her fingers lightly over Will Benson's mouth, leaving no doubt as to what he was expected to use to satisfy the women in the group after his physical strength declined. Will nodded in perfect understanding, grinning mischievously at the rest of the group.
"Sounds great!" asserted Tess as her husband stared at her in surprise. "When do we start?"
"We've scheduled a little entertainment first to get you all warmed up," Patty announced. "It should be starting in a few minutes. In the meantime, why don't you get around and meet some of the others? I suppose I'm old fashioned, but I always like to chat with a man for a few minutes before he tosses me on my back and goes to work."
Favoring them with one last grin, Patty waved and disappeared into the crowd.
"This sounds like more fun than a barrel of fucking monkeys,'" affirmed Will sincerely. "Boy, am I glad things worked out the way they did! What do you think, Tess, are you ready to handle fifteen men?"
"Long as they don't start coming back for seconds," responded the red-headed woman crudely, grinning at her lover with an expression of undisguised carnal lust. "And besides, all fifteen of them won't want the same thing exactly, will they? Come on, kids, let's do what Patty suggested and meet some people!"
Will seized Tess' hand and the two of them plunged happily back into the crowd. Everybody in the room had had a couple of drinks by now and things were getting distinctly livelier. As Martin and Sarah watched, wide-eyed with shock, a man walked up to Tess and introduced himself, automatically putting his hands on her full and tantalizing bosom. A girl who could not have been more than seventeen years old and who wore a see-through blouse, presented herself to Will and plastered her slender young body up against his for an open-mouthed kiss while the self-confident salesman ran his hands lewdly and freely over her inviting youthful body.
"Oh God!" wailed Sarah, indulging in an unusual burst of profanity. "Now what are we going to do, Marty? Do you want all those women crawling all over you?"
"No!" vowed the school teacher sincerely. "I'd make a fool of myself. I'm so scared right now I'm not sure I could even get it up, much less do justice to fifteen different women."
"I can't, I just can't do it," cried the terrorized young wife piteously. "The only man I've ever known who didn't hurt me was you, Marty, and I just can't turn myself into a whore overnight. Just look at those two!" she pointed at their mates. "They act like they've been doing this kind of thing since kindergarten!"
"Look, I don't know what we can do exactly," mumbled Martin in a hushed tone. "But let's keep our wits together. You stay by my side and we'll keep moving and if anybody bothers us, we'll just say that you aren't felling well and I'm keeping you company."
"Okay," agreed the timid brown-haired woman. "But for God's sake, Marty, don't leave me alone for an instant!".
"We're going to have trouble with those two," commented Jacobs gravely to his wife. "I always wondered how a wallflower like Edwards could get involved in a swapping scene and now it's all clear. His wife and the Benson guy are the real movers and Martin and Sarah are just trailing along for the ride. We'll have to take some extra-special measures to make sure they go through with the initiation."
"Leave it to me," smiled Patty Jacobs confidently. "First of all we have to separate them. When Sarah sees that Marty is getting his rocks off, she'll be forced to go along with the program and you can handle her from there. In the meantime, let me concentrate on the young school teacher."
"What have you got in mind?" inquired Jacobs, but his wife was waving across the room at the teenaged girl with the see-through blouse who had kissed Will Benson a few minutes before.
"Kitty, we've got a job for you!" Patty Jacobs announced when the youthful girl arrived from across the room.
"Golly, this is going to be a busy evening for me!" gushed the adolescent happily. "First I get to do the entertainment and now another job. What do I have to do, Patty?"
"We want you to help us initiate a new member, Kitty, that man over there. His name is Martin, and he's a little shy. I want you to get a couple of the younger girls together and here's what you have to do." Patty whispered a few sentences in the young girl's ear and Jacobs watched with contentment as a wide lascivious smile spread across the teenager's pretty face.
"Golly, that'll be fun!" Kitty agreed vivaciously. "Should we do it now or wait until after the entertainment?"
"Do it now," advised Jacobs sternly. "After the entertainment you may not feel like it."
"Okay," squealed the girl happily. "Watch me wind him around my little finger!" And she darted away, intent upon the business of gathering together a group of girls for the job of seducing Martin Edwards. Meanwhile, Patty Jacobs wheeled on her husband impatiently.
"That was a careless remark about her not feeling like it after the entertainment," she snapped. "What are you trying to do, scare her off?"
"Sorry, it just slipped out," apologized the principal. "But anyway, the kid is far to dumb to pick up any subtle points. She's so excited about the idea of being fucked by the biggest cock in the house that she hasn't had time to think about exactly who the owner of the cock might be."
"This could really be some entertainment," murmured Patty softly, her voice growing heavy with lust as she thought about the performance ahead of them.
"First things first," her husband reminded her. "We've got to be good hosts and make sure that all of our guests are having a good time."
"Whether they want to or not," grinned Patty in agreement.
"Right!" grunted Jacobs lustily. "Man, I'm going to have a time working that little Sarah over. I hope Kitty can bring it off."
* * *
Kitty did. Martin saw her coming across the room with a group of the younger women and somehow knew instinctively that they were coming toward him.
"My God, look at that dress!" gasped Sarah in dismay as they watched the young girl approach. "She hasn't got much she isn't already showing."
Martin eyed with unconcealed pleasure the perky little brown nipples bobbing under Kitty's almost transparent blouse, and felt deep within his loins the first signs of sexual excitement of the evening.
"She's really built, though," he commented appreciatively.
"And young enough to be your daughter, or at least one of your students," Sarah reminded him sharply, feeling her hold on her protector starting to slip.
"Yeah, but these kids today are way ahead of us sexually," Martin pointed out. "At her age, I wasn't really sure what went where, and here she is, the belle of the swappers' ball."
"Pardon me," said Kitty as the flock of youthful women closed around Martin, gently edging out Sarah. "Aren't you Martin Edwards, the teacher?"
"Why, yes," responded Martin, flattered to be recognized by this bevy of young beauties.
"Oh, that's great! We know some of your students and we've heard so much about you. The kids at your school say that you're the smartest man on the faculty."
"Oh," stammered Martin, unused to all this flattery. "That's very... "
"Listen, Martin," Kitty interrupted. "You're supposed to be an authority on politics and foreign affairs and all that stuff, and we've been having an argument we want you to settle for us."
The girls were clustered tightly around the school teacher, crowding Sarah farther and farther out of the way. Martin, for the moment, seemed to be entranced by the boldly-revealed sight of Kitty's high, widely-spaced young breasts and he frankly forgot about the fearful young housewife he was supposed to be protecting.
"Well, I have done some reading in the field," he responded happily, wishing his own students could be as interested in serious matters as these young girls apparently were.
"I can't hear!" protested one of Kitty's friends. "Everybody's making too much noise."
"She's right," decided Kitty promptly. "Let's go into that bedroom for a minute while we ask Mr. Edwards our questions. You don't mind, do you, Martin?"
The school teacher was frankly astounded at this display of intelligent interest in politics, particularly from a group of young girls who had presumably come to this party with something else in mind other than serious talk about national issues. Somehow, he found himself swept along with the group and as the bedroom door closed, he failed to notice that Sarah was, for some reason, no longer with them.
When she felt the door suddenly slam in her face, Sarah stood looking at it for a moment in amazement. She had never been so neatly out-maneuvered in her life and she realized immediately that the gang of teenage girls could not possibly be that interested in hearing one of Martin's boring lectures on foreign affairs.
"Hey, it looks like you're all alone, sweetheart," came a voice from behind her. She whirled, finding herself boxed into a corner by Mr. Jacobs and a couple of other men, all of them grinning at her fiercely. "Oh well... " she stammered, not wishing to be rude to her host, but frankly unable to think of anything intelligent to say.
"Now you've been avoiding us all evening, beautiful," announced the high school principal, "and we want you to know that you're up against some very persistent men. Come on, let's have a drink and a chat, because the entertainment is going to start in a few minutes.
"But... I was waiting for my friend, Martin," she stumbled uneasily, sensing that there was a conspiracy of some kind in the air, but unable to control the events which were taking place around her. Unwillingly, she followed Mr. Jacobs up to the bar for another drink, feeling herself surrounded by lustful desirous men.
"What's the entertainment going to be?" she asked innocently, trying to get the conversation running along more normal channels.
"It should be very interesting," commented Jacobs, handing her a strong whiskey on the rocks. "You noticed our little friend, Kitty? She's our youngest member and one of our most active participants! Anyway, Kitty has volunteered to provide the entertainment tonight by submitting to-shall we say-ravishment by the largest cock in the house. Naturally the identity of the owner of this marvelous instrument shall be kept a secret from everyone, including Kitty, until the very last moment. Provides the element of suspense, you see.
"Oh... you mean, this is going to happen right in front of everybody?" quavered Sarah scarcely believing her ears.
"Yes. Most of us are men who would rather play than watch, but we find it pleasant to start the evening off with a little demonstration by one of our braver members. Rather sets the tone for the evening, don't you think?"
CHAPTER TWO
"Thus, the President in the past few decades has largely displaced the Senate as the key mover in the area of foreign relations," Martin was concluding his explanation. "Despite the fact that the U.S. Constitution clearly provides for Senate approval of all treaties and the approval of both houses of Congress for declarations of war."
"Oh, that's marvelous!" gushed one of the girls. "You know I've never heard it explained that clearly before."
"Martin, you're absolutely brilliant," murmured Kitty, slipping her arm sensuously under his and pressing her lewdly exposed breasts against his shoulder. "I think they should send you to Washington to advise the President!"
"Oh well, really," Martin grinned with a blush, embarrassed by this extravagant praise. "I don't really know all that much... "
"No, we think you're absolutely a genius!" insisted Kitty, running her hands lightly over the young man's chest and sticking her fingers coyly between the buttons to tickle his bare chest. "Girls, I think he deserves a reward for being so clever, don't you?"
"Ummmmmh," agreed the others lustily. "And who's going to be the lucky girl who gets to administer the reward? I volunteer," said one brightly, unzipping the front of her dress to reveal her small but perfectly formed young bosom.
"Now don't be pushy. Linda," Kitty reprimanded her friend. "You're acting like the Presidency, always overstepping your Constitutional prerogatives. What we need here is a democratic procedure, with everybody getting his share."
Martin could scarcely believe his ears. It had been exhilarating talking to these gorgeous scantily-dressed young women, but it had never occurred to him that a lesson in politics could turn so rapidly into the beginnings of an orgy. He tried to speak, but no words came out, and his eyes bulged with a sudden rush of desire as the five girls began getting out of their clothing with a speed which would have done justice to a professional stripper.
Naked, the young girl called Kitty turned to him, so close that her high-pointed little breasts were rubbing sensually against his chest, and began tantalizingly unfastening the buttons on his shirt, one by one.
As Martin opened his mouth to protest, he suddenly felt hands attacking him from below and looked down in shock to find another girl kneeling before him, her delicate little hands busily undoing his belt and lowering the zipper on his pants.
"Hey!" he objected, but Kitty covered his mouth with one soft hand.
"Don't worry about a thing," she suggested temptingly. "Let your students do their homework."
Martin started as his pants and underwear dropped to the floor and the sudden rush of cool air swept over his rapidly-denuded body.
Without warning, there were feminine hands all over him, forcing him down onto his back on a nearby bed. The pressure was irresistible and the air was filled with the murmur of girls' soft voices, mumbling the most terrible obscenities he had ever heard while they ran their lips over his trembling body.
"We were supposed to wait until after the entertainment," he managed to croak in a strangled voice, having difficulty speaking .because of the moist wiggling presence of Kitty's tongue in his throat.
No one answered, and below he felt gentle hands invading his loins, massaging and prodding his manhood into a full hard erection.
This is a wet dream, he groaned to himself. I'm being raped by five teenaged girls! Martin knew that what he was being subjected to was immoral as well as illegal, since some of these kids were no older than his own students and well below the legal age of consent, but somehow he could not rally his wits about him and break away from the tantalizing carnal imprisonment in which they held him helpless.
His cock, acting of its own accord, was leaping towards the ceiling and he heard a murmur of appreciation from the two girls who were working over that portion of his body. Another young female was sitting astride his stomach while the remaining two were busily covering his face and neck with warm wet kisses.
Then his ears picked up a giggle and a whispered conversation from below.
"Let me!"
"No, both of us at once. You take the bottom and I'll take the top."
For half a minute, the naive school teacher wondered what they could possibly be talking about, and then he felt moist hungry lips covering his quivering aching cock. There were two girls blowing him simultaneously!
This was beyond his power to resist and Martin Edwards closed his eyes and forgot about everything.
* * *
"Wow! These people really know how to swing!" commented Tess happily as she seated herself comfortably between Will Benson and another man, preparing to watch the "entertainment" promised by their hosts.
"What are our dear spouses doing?" wondered the salesman, scanning the crowded room. "Hiding in a corner?"
"Not a bit of it," Tess assured him. "Your chaste little wifey is over there chatting with an assortment of dirty old men and the school teacher has disappeared into the bedroom with a gang of little girls, no doubt to give some very private instruction. I never realized that I had married such a dirty old man!"
"Poor Marty," Will sympathized insincerely. "I hope he makes it out alive! When those little girls get turned on, they can wreck a fellow for life!"
At that moment, an expectant silence fell over the room as Mr. Jacobs rose from his seat next to Sarah and walked to the center of the room, standing next to a single bed which had been placed in the midst of a circle of couches and easy chairs.
"Well, I think we're all sufficiently warmed up to have a little entertainment, folks," he announced. As the principal spoke, the door to the bedroom opened and the girl named Kitty emerged, tucking her see-through blouse into the top of her skirt. There was a general hand of applause for the teenaged girl, plus an assortment of lewd remarks aimed in her direction. Some of the older women seemed to be overly interested in this particular entertainment and Tess overheard a woman in her forties say to a girl friend of about the same age that "this'll teach the little bitch a lesson!"
"Without knowing the identity-of the owner of this celebrated penis," continued Jacobs, a broad lusty smile on his goatish face. "Our little friend Kitty has volunteered to submit herself to a very interesting experiment. Come on up here, Kitty-darling, and let's get our performance underway."
Sarah's eyes followed the young girl as she moved smilingly through the crowd and for a moment, the married woman felt a sudden surge of pity for this over-sophisticated adolescent. Oh, she's beautiful as hell, thought Sarah, and she's lost all her inhibitions and she thinks she knows everything there is to know about sex, but unless I'm mistaken, this crowd has a surprise or two in store for her. There's something very strange going on here and I wouldn't change places with her for anything right now.
But Kitty seemed oblivious to the plotting and conniving going on around her. As she reached the bed on which the performance was going to be staged, her perky brown-tipped little nipples clearly visible through the transparent fabric of her lust-inciting blouse, Kitty turned and bowed graciously to the audience like an actress making her debut, automatically and shamelessly starting to strip off her clothing. As she dropped the short mini-skirt to the floor, revealing her rich smoothly rounded thighs and long, slenderly tapered legs, the crowd fell suddenly silent, caught up in the intense sexuality slowly spreading around the smoke-filled room. Then Kitty removed the see-through blouse, freeing her high-set bouncy tits and leaving herself almost completely naked, except for a tiny fragile pair of black, bikini-style panties which barely covered the prominent hair-covered mound of her sex.
Wanting to tease her audience a little, Kitty then turned her back on the audience and bent over erotically, slowly drawing down the frail flimsy fabric of her panties and exposing to the lustful vision of thirty pairs of eyes the gentle curvature of her hips and the tantalizingly smooth half-moons of her buttocks. She was naked and showed not the slightest sign of embarrassment as she turned to face Mr. Jacobs who was clearly acting as ring master for this lurid depraved ceremony.
"Now, Kitty, before we bring out our mystery guest, there's one last thing I want to do. A sex scene is always more exciting when the woman is helpless, don't you think? Now I know you're not going to change your mind after you see who we've chosen to be your lover for this evening, but just to make sure, we're going to tie you to the bed. It makes everything that much more dramatic."
For the first time, Sarah detected a look of fear invade the girl's clear guileless eyes, but the helpless adolescent could hardly raise any objections at this stage of the game. She nodded seriously at the lecherously-grinning Mr. Jacobs and stretched her tender inviting body belly-down on the bed provided for her while two men with short ropes approached from the sidelines. The dark moistly entrancing triangle of her womanhood exposed to the lecherous eyes of every man in the room, Kitty submissively spread her legs to allow the two men to fasten her ankles to the bottom of the bed, tying her in such a position that she could not close her thighs. Her sleek tender buttocks stuck high in the air, the men forced her shoulders down so that her lusty young breasts swayed provocatively below her and her head rested firmly on the surface of the mattress. Then they tugged her arms out towards the two other corners of the bed to hold her in this abnormal, humiliating position and she could no longer move a muscle. Her facial expression had grown decidedly serious by now and Sarah was frankly beginning to feel sorry for her.
Mr. Jacobs returned to his seat as soon as the men had completed their job of tying the young girl to the bed and he threw an arm carelessly around Sarah's shoulders as he leaned back against the sofa.
"This is going to be something extremely special," he confided to the young frightened housewife. "We've been working on this little performance for months now."
Kitty looked like the chosen victim for some bizarre oriental human sacrifice. Bound hand and foot with the thin pink slit of her widespread vagina on display for anyone who cared to look, the young teenage girl seemed a little bewildered and unhappy with everything which seemed to be happening to her so unexpectedly.
"And now," announced Patty Jacobs dramatically. "We must prepare the sacrifice." The principal's wife approached the passively supine girl with a kitchen jar in hand and Sarah caught the pleasantly heavy odor of bacon fat in the air. Without another moment's delay, Patty scooped up a handful of the thick greasy substance and began plastering it liberally around the surface of Kitty's open waiting vaginal aperture, working it in well with her strong, almost masculine hands. Sarah could see the woman's fingers digging cruelly into Kitty's tender young cuntal passage, working the lard in well and forcing a piteous moan to escape the girl's lips as she writhed under this depraved, unexpected humiliation.
"But... what's this for, Patty?" whimpered the uneasy feminine victim, a pleading tone in her voice. Kitty was still trying to hide the fact that she was growing frightened, but it was becoming more and more difficult to disguise as the drama unfolded.
"The owner of the magnificent cock we have for you has been trained to respond to just this smell," Patty informed her mysteriously, confusing the issue by this particular response.
"Admit the honored guest!" Patty called, stepping quickly away from the bed and returning to her seat, an evil sadistic smile playing around the corners of her mouth.
The door handle was turned and the Jacobs' honored guest bounded heavily into the room, barking happily as his sensitive nose led him directly to the girl's fat-smeared pussy.
Sarah was shocked beyond belief and her hands shot to her cheeks in horror as Kitty's sudden scream filled the room.
It was a great Dane, the biggest animal of that species that any of them had ever seen, at least two hundred pounds worth of dog!
"Don't worry, baby," Jacobs assured Sarah with a lewd chuckle. "The mutt is tame and wouldn't hurt anyone." As he spoke, the principal's hand dropped, seemingly by accident, down to the front of Sarah's dress and his lustful exploring fingers took the opportunity of this moment of tension to roam over the woman's ripe voluptuous breasts. Sarah was only half aware of this vulgar gesture, however, absorbed as she was with the sickeningly depraved spectacle being staged for their benefit.
One thing was perfectly clear to the woman's widened eyes: the Jacobs had not been deceiving anyone when they had advertised that their "mystery guest" had the largest penis in the house. The animal's startlingly long heavy cock swayed limply beneath his furry stomach, almost double the size of a man's.
Meanwhile, Kitty now understood the foul sadistic joke which had been played on her, even if she was yet to comprehend the consequences, but the morally corrupted adolescent was determined to prove that she really was the life of the party and ready for anything which came her way. The audience could see the muscles in her neck tighten, however, as the giant dog lowered his enormous head to the girl's soft, grease-smeared cunt and sniffed curiously, his sense of smell stimulated by the rich heavy aroma of bacon fat wafting in his direction.
As the Jacobs had explained, this huge dog had been carefully trained on the Pavlovian principle to react sexually to this particular smell and his huge shaggy ears perked with interest as his broad moist tongue lapped out tentatively at the source of the odor, slobbering obscenely all of the way from the tiny vulnerably exposed elastic ring of her asshole past the pink-rimmed gaping aperture of her cunt to her trembling little nugget-like clitoris. Within seconds, he had bathed the entire flat plain of her nakedly quivering crotch, making the poor defenseless girl twitch and gasp every time his vile salivating tongue washed over her delicate super-sensitive sexual organs. But the animal was hungry and he curled his tongue in an effort to lap up all of the foul greasy substance, stabbing his giant tongue deeply up inside of her throbbing widely-stretched vaginal passageway and causing the frail-bodied teenager to moan piteously with the shame and degradation being forced upon her. Kitty had kept courageously silent as long as she could, but her body was being swamped by a grotesque combination of humiliation, pain and a sordid degenerate sense of pleasure, all of them battling for supremacy in her staggered confused adolescent mind. The abnormally high level of sexual stimulation she was receiving from this animalistic tongue-lashing was obviously beginning to get the better of her, and she started to chant rhythmically every time the Great Dane slavered into her, jerking her poor tortured body back and forth and straining violently at the cords which held her fast to the bed.
But the men who had tied her there had done their work well, and Sarah could see quite clearly that the lust-stricken teenager had no hope whatsoever of escaping from the vile violent fate which was yet to come. Kitty's desperate wiggling and writhing seemed only to arouse the monstrous beast even more and an audible murmur of excitement ran through the crowd as the animal's glistening scarlet penis slowly emerged from his furry sheath, hard and tapered and looking more like a murder weapon than a sexual organ.
"No!" Kitty began to groan as she felt the animal's huge paws on her back and understood clearly for the first time exactly what was in store for her. Locked helplessly into this humiliating position, there was no escape and the lustfully excited Dane began thrusting blindly at her, his animal instincts telling him what to do. The hot red tip of his long fierce-looking penis slammed blindly into the girl's writhing twisting buttocks a few times, missing the target, and then with a sudden powerful lunge, the boxer bludgeoned his way into Kitty's openly waiting cunt, forcing a howl of pain from her lips.
"Oh god, no!" muttered Sarah as a ripple of interested comment ran through the attentive audience. The young brunette housewife had never in her life believed that people could do such things to one another. The salesman's wife looked wildly around the room, expecting in her desperation to see other horrified, scandalized faces, but to her dismay, she found that the audience gave every indication of enjoying the lewd spectacle. Several couples were obviously planning to jump the gun; over-excited by the sight of a naked young teenager being ravaged by the enormous Great Dane. A few women had already stripped down to their underwear and Sarah spotted her neighbor Tess squirming happily with a complete stranger's hand thrust lewdly up under her short skirt, his fingers obviously manipulating the sensitive flesh of her pussy. The orgy was already beginning and Martin was nowhere to be seen.
Nor was there much question of Mr. Jacobs' intentions. The lecherous old goat had slowly but surely inched his hand down to the scooped neckline of Sarah's low-cut dress and the young wife froze as she felt his mercilessly invading fingers slip lewdly beneath the fabric of her dress and slide irresistibly over the warm fullness of her left breast.
Everything seemed to be happening at once and the poor befuddled housewife seized the principal's hand but lacked the physical strength to force him away from her brown sensitive little nipple which was reacting traitorously to his touch by springing automatically into life, swelling and protruding as if it were begging for more.
And things were happening on the bed before them as well. Kitty was sobbing but whether it was fear, or pain, or lust which caused the tears, it was impossible to tell. The Great Dane's unnaturally long thick cudgel was now thoroughly buried in the petite adolescent's cruelly-stretched cuntal passage and the boxer was fucking her happily as if she were a bitch in heat and not a female human being.
Half out of her mind with the humiliation of the moment, Kitty seemed to be fighting back, trying to give the rutting lusty canine as good as he gave. Sarah's eyes widened with horror and wonder as she saw the lithe little teenager courageously begin to churn and buck back against the stampeding animal, undulating her slender, lust-inciting body as she received one pile-driving blow after another. Sarah would have been prepared to swear that such a thing was impossible, but the evidence of her eyes had to be accepted. There was no doubt about it: Kitty was turning on!
And once it started to happen, there was nothing slow about it. A minute before the young brunette had been writhing in pain and sobbing with humiliation; now her tortured and fettered body had clearly been overpowered by the effect of this animalistic ravishment. The last shreds of self-respect had fallen away from the teenage girl and she was giving herself over completely and totally to the deliciously relentless sensation of a woman being fucked half-to-death by a dog! Sarah could see Kitty's taut perky breasts dancing obscenely below her as she crouched in slave-like submission before the monstrous animal. From where Sarah sat, she could see the animal's huge skewering cock, worming insistently up into the tormented girl's widely-spread vaginal opening.
"Pretty wild?" inquired Jacobs with an obscene leer, tightening his grip on Sarah's tormentedly heaving breasts and reaching behind her back with his free hand to fumble with the zipper on her dress.
"Oh please," sobbed the young woman, still unable to drag her eyes off of the depraved spectacle before her on the bed. "Don't... don't put your hands on me!"
"And why not?" asked the high school principal, feigning complete innocence. "You're going to be taken by every man in the room before the night's over and as the host, I intend to be first."
"But... I don't like it!" Sarah managed to burst out as Jacobs drew the zipper of her dress down to the small of her back, pushing the garment down around her waist and baring her supple swollen breasts.
"Don't give me that, baby!" contradicted the school executive. "You must like it plenty or you wouldn't have gotten involved with a bunch like us. Besides, I see two hard little tits before me that say you've gotten a little heated up in spite of yourself, no?"
But Sarah was too upset to reply. He was right, of course. Her tender, normally flaccid little nipples were both standing up like soldiers on parade, hard and protuberant, a certain sign of sexual arousal. And how could she explain that it was merely her body betraying her as it had betrayed her before, and not her mind? In her head, she was willing herself to be calm and unexcited, but there was something about this depraved situation which was getting to her and this could no longer be denied.
But a long low heartfelt groan from the bed riveted their attention once again upon the erotic spectacle before them. Kitty had apparently gone completely out of her mind now, screaming and moaning as the lust-crazed Great Dane gave her the most vicious fucking of her young life. For a moment, Sarah thought she was going to faint as she realized that the supple-bodied, straining, panting adolescent was no longer really a rational human being but only a sex-maddened creature of the flesh. Kitty was now absolutely reveling in the subjugation and the submission of this unnatural act and her smooth-skinned body was covered with fine pearl-like beads of sweat which mixed with the orgiastic juices flowing freely from the churning pink-rimmed crevice of her vagina and flowed down the length of her tensely straining young thighs to the surface of the demonstration bed.
"Baby, this is going to be good," murmured Jacobs greedily, whispering lecherously into Sarah's ear without ever taking his eyes off the lascivious performance being enacted for the benefit of the whole swappers' group. "Kitty's going to go off like a rocket any time now. I hope that mutt can hold on for another minute or two."
As he spoke, the corrupt high school principal continued to lewdly massage Sarah's deep pendulously bared breasts, as the now terrified housewife looked wildly around the room for assistance, finding to her increasing dismay that every other woman in the audience was now at least half-naked, all engaging in some kind of lewd sexual foreplay with one or more male partners. At least, she was not alone. But where, oh where, was Martin?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a bone-chilling sound half-way between a groan and a scream. Kitty was now flailing her head violently from side to side, her features contorted and for a second, Sarah thought that the savage beast had gotten out of hand and harmed her in some way. But a second glance revealed the truth. The adolescent was racing through the early stages of an orgasm, screwing her lithe firm buttocks fiercely back against the pistoning skewering cock of the Great Dane. Sarah quivered with fright and a collection of other emotions too murky to think about as she watched the animal's enormous red tongue dangling lustily from its mouth, dripping saliva over the young girl's glistening back as he fucked powerfully up into her from behind.
Then Kitty screamed again, so loudly that Sarah felt certain that someone was going to call the police and have them all arrested. The young woman, subjugated and tormented beyond reason, seemed to go into a kind of epileptic fit, her lithe fresh body straining nakedly against the ropes that held her so fiercely that the skin was torn as the cords bit into her ankles and arms.
"Aaaaggghhh," she sang out the spasm of her lust as the enormous dog suddenly began jerking back and forth, his muscular hind legs quivering as the long obscenely wet cock began sputtering forth a barrage of pungent-smelling white cum into the depths of her savagely violated body. The thick white substance filled her cruelly stretched cunt to overflowing and oozed out in a lewd wet stream past the tightly-clasped lips of her vulva to dribble obscenely down her legs. The Great Dane growled menacingly as the spasm shook his massive fur-covered body and Sarah gasped as she saw a cum-soaked patch of pubic hair and bruised pink flesh revealed to her startled eyes as the dog's deflating cock slipped limply back out of her cunt and left Kitty in an exhausted, totally satiated heap.
The huge dog wagged his tail happily, pricking up his ears as a scattering of cheers and applause came from the audience and then ducked his head between the adolescent's still obscenely outstretched legs and began contentedly lapping up his own sperm. But Kitty no longer minded; she was out cold.
And Martin was still nowhere to be seen.
"And now, Sarah darling, the party really begins!" announced the licentious high school principal, his desire-flushed face breaking into a lewd grin as he contemplated the half-naked woman sitting in stunned silence by his side. Sarah returned his glance, making an enormous internal effort to control her nerves and vowing to herself that she would never let this beastly depraved man touch her. Pulling her dress back up to cover her full heaving bosom, she noticed that she was suddenly surrounded by men, all of them with hard lustful expressions on their faces, looking at her expectantly. A sudden wave of fear washed over her, but she steadied herself, thinking that they would never dare to take her by force and deciding that all she had to do was continue to say no."
"Mr. Jacobs, there's been a misunderstanding," she told him levelly, trying to dodge away from his prying hands. "I have absolutely no intention of sleeping with anyone this evening."
"Cold feet!" muttered one of Jacobs' cronies.
"Who the hell does she think she is?" grumbled another.
"Ah, my dear, those are brave words and well-spoken," orated Jacobs, grinning like Lucifer himself. "But if you had all these chaste intentions, you should never have accepted my invitation to present yourself here tonight. You knew perfectly well what was expected of you and I'm afraid there's no possibility of backing out now."
"No! I tell you... " Sarah began to protest, but the men were closing in quickly around her and she felt harsh restraining hands on her body. The dress fell back down around her waist as she looked desperately around the room, searching for someone who would come to her assistance. Will Benson had retired to an upstairs bedroom with the first half-dozen of the fifteen ladies he was required to satisfy in the course of the evening and off in one corner, Sarah saw Tess' legs waving obscenely in the air with a naked man sprawled flat on top of her. Tess Was obviously not interested in helping anyone at the moment, apparently taking her present assignment very seriously. "I don't think you get the point, baby," growled Jacobs, a cruel sinister tone coming into his voice for the first time. "Nobody's allowed to back out at this stage of the game. You know too much about us and you haven't committed yourself yet. Sorry, little lady, but you signed up for the whole tour and nobody gets off the bus just yet! Let's take her into the bedroom boys, and remember, I saw her first."
"Martin!" Sarah Benson wailed in misery as she felt herself lifted up into the air by an army of strong arms and carried off towards the same bedroom where the school teacher had gone with his "class" of nymphets an hour previously.
"Sorry, baby," chuckled Jacobs sadistically. "I think Martin's too busy to rescue you right now." And they burst into the bedroom.
As they threw her helpless body on one of the beds and a dozen hands began removing the clothing from her helpless body, Sarah caught a glimpse of the man she had asked to protect her and she knew in a minute that her situation was totally helpless. The school teacher was too occupied with his own affairs even to have noticed her arrival, having apparently fallen off a bed in one corner and taken with him the three young girls who were doing their best to keep him totally occupied every minute. Martin Edwards had his blood-engorged thick cock buried deeply in one girl's mouth while his lips invaded the delicate youthful pussy fleece of a second. The third girl had imprisoned his hand between her legs and was writhing and contorting while the man tickled and tweaked the little pink button of her clitoris. Jacobs was right! There would be no assistance for her from this quarter.
A sense of enormous depression came over the girl as she felt a man rip the white cotton panties away from her loins, rending the flimsy material without even bothering to slide the panties down over her glistening smooth thighs. She was stark naked and surrounded by a shamelessly lusty group of men who were about to perform unspeakable things on her innocent tender young body. And there was nothing she could do about it!
Relax, she instructed herself, trying desperately to keep her wits about her. Relax your body and it won't hurt as much!
Jacobs flashed a victory smile at his cohorts and moved to the foot of the bed, unfastening his pants as he moved, his eyes feasting on the helplessly naked girl who was now entirely at his mercy. Sarah was lying invitingly on the bed, her slim voluptuous body sparkling in the soft light from the room's single lamp. She felt half in a daze by now, and a piteous moan escaped her trembling lips as she pictured the cruelties about to be inflicted on her defenselessly spread-eagled body.
Let them do their worst! she told herself, knowing that the time for physical resistance was long past. If gangbanging a helpless unwilling woman was their idea of a good time, then let them do it! They could perform any vile perversions they wanted upon her soft vulnerable flesh but they would never hear a cry of pleasure from her lips!
Now naked himself, Jacobs bent sensuously over the bed, exciting himself by running his rough hands cruelly over her smooth cream-white thighs and the flat plane of her stomach. Sarah's eyes were tightly shut and she turned her head away from him, burying her tear-streaked face in the pillow.
"Come on, Sarah baby," Jacobs urged her obscenely, kneeling beside her on the bed and towering menacingly over her nakedly prone body. "Open those baby-blue eyes and take a look at a real live cock!"
Sarah reacted involuntarily to this lewd challenge, not really wanting to see, but opening her terrified eyes anyway. She immediately grimaced in horror as she viewed the long monstrous instrument which waved obscenely in the air over her, uncircumcised and bulbous, seemingly as big around as the handle of a baseball bat. Jacobs made even Will look like a midget and fear began to wash over the helpless young housewife like the waters of a tidal wave. The other men all laughed lustily as they saw the apprehension reflected clearly in her eyes. In every group of swappers; there was always a hard core of older men who were frequently real sadists, only able to become excited themselves when they could frighten and humiliate some young and innocent woman. Perching on the edges of the bed, this cruel congregation watched the proceedings with ill-concealed delight, knowing that it would soon be their turn.
"Better hang onto her while I make my grand entry," instructed Jacobs casually to his friends. "It doesn't look as if she's accustomed to heavy duty equipment like mine."
The group obeyed immediately and Sarah felt lewd hard hands covering her delicate sensuous body, pulling her arms harshly over her head and spreading her finely tapered legs unnaturally far apart despite her futile attempts to hold her thighs protectively together.
With her knees splayed conveniently far apart, Jacobs eased himself comfortably onto the bed and Sarah moaned in absolute misery as she felt the hard surface of his brutal battering ram make contact with the soft inner flesh of her quivering white thighs. She started to struggle again, knowing that it was useless, her heavy mountainous breasts shaking back and forth provocatively on her heaving chest as she futilely tried to break free of the circle of lust-hardened men who were pinning her down to the mattress.
But Jacobs-was too crafty and too experienced of a cocksman to capitalize on his brute physical superiority and simply rape her. He wanted to tease her first and he took the long bludgeoning rod of throbbing hot flesh in his hand and rubbed its broad bulbous tip up and down the entire clenched crevice of her ass, tickling the tightly-closed puckered little hole of her anus before shifting his degenerate attention to the soft un-erected pink button of her clitoris. Gently, he used the huge meaty glans to caress her sensitive nerve endings, transferring some of the oozing seminal fluid from his cock to the hair-covered lips of her cunt, gradually moistening the entire plane of her cowering pussy while he hovered over her.
Sarah had prepared herself to be the victim of a quick brutal rape, but the softness and gentleness of the depraved principal's approach caught her off-balance, and without exactly meaning to, she relaxed her tensed body slightly, a faint tingling sensation beginning to gather around the base of her spine as he stroked the full fleshy lips of her vagina, using the head of his cock delicately and skillfully. Feeling her naked body go slack, the men who had been holding her to the bed relaxed their grip slightly so that she was no longer uncomfortable.
Jacobs flashed another quick grin to his cohorts as he realized that he was making some progress. The lusty brutal principal could feel the growing moisture in her cunt as the girl's tempting body reacted involuntarily to all of this abnormal . stimulation. Sarah reminded herself continually that she was being degraded and humiliated by these men, but in fact, the events of this super-sexual evening thus far had been exciting enough to stimulate a monk or a mother superior, not to mention a normal healthy young woman. The incident between Kitty and the dog came floating inexorably back into her mind and as hard as she tried, the young housewife could not dispel the erotic and arousing images which the degenerate spectacle had left in her memory.
"Uhhhhhh," the noise came from her lips but she could not decide immediately whether it had been a sigh or a groan. Her mind was whirling in wild confusion as her timid innocent brain tried unsuccessfully to cope with this barrage of new emotions and experiences for which nothing in her past life had prepared her.
Her agonizingly titillated cunt flowered open bit by bit, no matter how hard she struggled to hold her body rigid and resisting, and every time the moist meaty tip of Jacobs' fleshy hard cock passed, over the delicacy of her trembling swelling clitoris, her hips jerked involuntarily, her smoothly rounded buttocks grinding desperately down into the mattress.
You must not let them win, she told herself with deadly determination, knowing full well that she was gradually losing her iron grip on her emotions but realizing all too clearly that she was powerless to help herself.
"Aaaaaggghhhh!" she found herself groaning as Jacobs began to push gently but firmly up into the slowly-opening slit between the fluttering wet lips of her pink hair-covered vagina, probing lewdly up into the tight elastic ring of her vagina.
Jacobs sensed that the time had come and he was too excited by the tantalizing sight of this unwillingly captive girl to delay a second longer, fearing that if he indulged in any more foreplay, he would disgrace himself in front of his rough lusty colleagues by spewing his hot thick seed all over her without ever having penetrated the soft sensitive sheath of her cunt. His lust-swollen penis and testicles were both aching with a desire so fierce a .d strong that it was almost indistinguishable from actual pain.
Sarah's legs went limp as he lifted her up by the knees, forcing her thighs all the way back against the huge swelling mounds of her breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her cunt to his licentiously depraved vision. His eyes fell greedily on the tempting little puckered circle of her anus, and for a second, the criminal-minded school executive was tempted to abandon his original project and take her sodomistically, but he managed to restrain himself. First things first, he reminded himself brutally. Plenty of time for experimentation later and if you were to hurt her too much in the ass, it would ruin things for the other guys.
As he moved forward, levering his battle-hardened old body up into position over the writhing, nakedly submissive young wife, Jacobs could feel the soft fleshy folds of her vagina closing hungrily over the tip of his massive instrument as if she wanted to suck him far up inside of her and the man had to snap his lips together to restrain a groan. Never in his life had he ever felt anything so soft and accommodating, her delicate inner flesh thoroughly moistened and prepared for his entry. He pushed forward experimentally, realizing that she was very tight and understanding immediately that he was going to have to bull-doze his way in.
"Uuuuugggggh!!!" she groaned in discomfort as the hard insistent shaft of his cock stretched the tender elastic folds of her cunt. Sarah squirmed, a little of the pleasure beginning to fade as the man's enormous penis started to cause her pain.
Might as well get it over with, decided Jacobs cruelly. The boys are getting impatient.
And he gathered his knees under him, feeling the bulbous, blood-swollen tip of his cock slip past the tight circular ring of her cunt, worming with difficulty up into her cruelly-stretched vaginal opening. He pushed again, harder this time, and one of his cohorts had to place a pillow over Sarah's face to smother an agonized scream.
When she felt the hard unforgiving tip of his cock slam home against the delicate tissue of her sensitive cervix, Sarah knew with certainty that another battle had been fought and lost, and she tried her best to lie absolutely still, realizing that her struggles only excited him more and increased his carnal pleasure. She closed her eyes once again, suffering atrociously from the painful presence of his murderously large cock in her tormented cunt, and felt the hands of other men exploring her ripely inviting body as Jacobs' cock began to fuck into her with long punishing strokes.
* * *
Martin Edwards lifted his head up off the floor and stared weakly around him. His "honor guard" of teenage girls had now dwindled to two, one of whom was crouched submissively on her hands and knees before him, busily trying to provoke his valiant but faltering cock into another erection. Never in his wildest erotic fantasies had he ever imagined anything remotely resembling the things which had happened to him in the past hour.
These little girls'll do anything, he marveled to himself in amazement, watching a brown head bounce up and down over his struggling slowly inflating cock. This must be the fifth time! Goddamn, five times, and I never knew I had it in me!
A few minutes before, Martin had heard another party come into the room and he saw a group of men, most of them now naked, working over some girl on the other bed. He experienced a moment of mild curiosity, wondering who the unhappy victim might be, but the moment passed quickly as the girl who was slaving over his tired penis began to have some success.
With a contented sigh, Edwards lowered his head again to the floor, groaned happily as he felt his agile cock pop back into life, and wondered vaguely if six times in one night was too much to ask.
* * *
Meanwhile, unusual things were happening to Sarah Benson. It had taken a long time for her tormented, badly-stretched vagina to adjust itself to the brutalizing presence of Jacob's long punishing rod, but once the adjustment had been made, she passed quickly back again into an incredible state of sexual excitation. The nerve endings all over her naked body seemed to be electrified and she felt as if she were lighting up under his touch like a Christmas tree. Her buttocks would no longer obey her mental commands to be still; instead the firm ripe half-moons were grinding desperately down into the mattress as a hot unquenchable flame darted up and down the entire interior of her pleasure-wracked frame.
The defenseless young housewife's mind was still repulsed at the idea of the degradation and humiliation to which she was being subjected, but her over-stimulated body was already rushing towards abject surrender. Her legs, acting more or less of their own accord, lurched out violently on either side of his hard-fucking ramrod to give him even greater access to the secret depths of her throbbing quivering cunt. Seeing that she was now really turned on and ready to fuck seriously, the men who had been pinning her roughly to the bed relaxed their hold and removed the pillow from her face, allowing her to breathe more freely once again.
She was charging ahead like an express train now, her entire body frothing and churning as the electric current of wild unnatural desire swept over her tortured, nakedly thrashing body. Deep down inside of her, she could feel it coming, surging ahead like an ocean swell and she desperately willed it to go away. Her head floating among the clouds, Sarah told herself that whatever else happened, she must now allow this man to make her cum. That would be the last, the final humiliation, and she fought against it with all the strength left in her poor dazzled mind.
But it was going to happen anyway and she realized it with a sob of shame. She had not been so excited, so totally and thoroughly aroused since that night when she had first gone to bed with Martin. She was not quite there, but the burning, intolerably fiery sensation deep in her clasping flowering vagina informed her clearly that she was only seconds away from an orgasm too explosive to conceal from the men around her.
And then, without warning, Jacobs' cock began to stiffen and expand as if he were having a second erection on top of the first.
"Wait!" she cried, speaking before her mind could block the words and conscious of the fact that she was disgracing herself eternally with what she was saying. "Wait... I'm almost there!"
"Sorry, baby," grunted Jacobs insincerely, the white-hot liquid gushing freely from the red bulbous tip of his lust-hardened cock. "Can't hold on forever, you know."
Sarah churned against his slowly deflating instrument, but she knew in a minute that it was useless. He had escaped, taken everything for himself and given nothing in return and now he was withdrawing like a thief in the night, pulling his limply glistening cock away from her burning unsatiated body.
There were other men filtering into the room now and Sarah realized that she would not have long to wait before someone else took Jacobs' place. As the high school principal rolled off her perspiring cum-soaked body and lighted a cigarette, a short squat man took his place between her outstretched knees. With a groan, she welcomed him in, wrapping her arms frantically around his neck and virtually pulled him into her by brute force as a ripple of heartless laughter was heard in the room. But the little fat man was far too excited from watching Jacobs' exhibition and he only lasted long enough to bring her back up to the heights where the first man had left her, but not quite long enough to push her over the top. When she saw the eyes in his head start to roll, she bucked and churned her naked pussy, up against his frantically-thrusting pelvis, but the abruptness of her movements did the trick for him and not for her.
Sarah groaned in despair as she felt her poor cheated vagina once again flooded with a stranger's cum, the man's fat thick cock spitting its obscene load up into her aching cuntal depths as she sobbed out her growing disappointment.
"Oh God, oh God, give me a man!" she sobbed, now so deep in shame and degradation that she knew there was no hope of ever regaining her dignity and self-respect again. Gone totally was her initial desire to remain cold and unresponsive. Nor was she particularly concerned at this precise moment with what people thought of her; there was a veritable fire raging inside of her sweating nakedly writhing body and there was only one way to put it out!
"Hey, she's turned on, boys!" called one of the men whom Sarah dimly recognized as the gymnastics instructor from Martin's school. "Let's play some games. Doesn't look to me as if she's gonna say 'no' to anything we feel like doing. This chick is hot!"
"What do you say, Ted?" another man asked the gym teacher. "Wanna take her from both ends and see if we can meet in the middle?"
"Sounds great," agreed the gym instructor. "Turn over, little lady. We're going to sock it to you!"
No longer capable of making decisions for herself, Sarah rolled onto her stomach, the two smooth cum-soaked spheres of her buttocks rising tantalizingly up into the air.
"Up on your hands and knees," the physical education instructor ordered as he stripped off his clothing, and hands reached out impatiently from all sides, hauling the young unfortunate into the desired position. Her glazed cloudy vision caught a glimpse of the muscular virile teacher as he maneuvered into position behind her and his hard menacing body frightened her for some reason.
Then she felt the heavy blunt end of his manhood exploring the cum-covered entrance to her battered abused cunt and realized that he was going to take her dog-fashion. And he did, thrusting easily forward into the well-lubricated passageway and sending another ripple of maddening animal pleasure up through her twice-cheated body.
But where was the other man, she wondered vaguely.
She soon found out as two hard merciless hands gripped her face tightly, turning her head forward to face him as he stood on the other side of the bed. As Sarah opened her mouth to protest, the second man rammed a hard erect cock abruptly in between her parted lips.
Without giving her a second to adjust to this cruel double invasion, he began sawing in and out of her mouth, acting as if her face was simply another cunt to be violated and defamed for his lascivious pleasure. Sarah gagged on the long slippery instrument as it slid half-way down her throat and his heavy swinging balls slapped obscenely against her defenseless chin, gasping for breath and wondering dully in the back of her mind if any other human being had ever fallen so low and so fast.
But she was no longer really capable of clear rational thoughts. She had been reduced by their brutality to an animal, a mass of shivering desiring lusting flesh, no longer able to reason or decide anything for herself.
She was a sex machine! An instrument in the hands of her masters and whatever they chose to do with her was all right!
And somehow the very helplessness of her position was exciting in itself. Since that night when she had made love to Martin while Tess and her husband watched, Sarah had realized that there was a perverse abnormal streak in her nature. Something deep inside of her liked to be debased and humiliated like this! In the back of her mind, she longed to be enslaved, to be used, and this dark side of her character was coming out now with a vengeance.
The deep desire in her stomach was once again raging out of control like a forest fire and she began to churn and undulate her nakedly glistening body back against the hard-driving cock of the gym teacher, trying to milk him dry and exciting herself more and more by the minute. Nor did she neglect the man who was going to use her mouth as a receptacle for his lewd steaming sperm, sucking at him voraciously, her cheeks swelling and hollowing as she strained to exert the maximum possible pressure on his pounding skewering cock.
She wanted to be filled with cum, to wallow in cum, to drink it, bathe in it, everything! In this passing fit of sexual madness, Sarah longed for the moment when she would feel it rushing down her throat into her stomach as the gym teacher's boiling sperm surged up her ecstatic vagina from the opposite direction. Her whole body seemed to be one vast cunt and there was room for everyone!
And a moment later, the world began to blow up for her. The cock fucking wildly into her from behind began spewing its steaming hot white load into the mysterious recesses of her madly clasping cunt, filling her as she had never been filled before and the pressure against her throbbing little clitoris was enough to get her finally off the launching pad. As she jerked forward, feeling the spasm begin deep down inside her wildly thrashing body, she instinctively increased the pressure on the cock she held in her mouth. A split-second later, battered and buffeted between the two men, she was rewarded when the other man's cock exploded, filling her mouth with his white-hot thick male cum. Her cheeks puffed out like a balloon as she tried desperately not to lose a drop of the precious lust-inciting liquid. A few droplets escaped from the corners of her mouth, but for the most part, she was successful, gobbling and gulping his heavily flowing cum as if it were the nectar of the gods.
Then, finally, it hit her! Several of the observers looked at each other nervously as Sarah began screaming out the fury of her orgasm and to her dazzled eyes the room seemed to dissolve in a thousand brightly colored pieces, whirling around her like a myriad of tiny planets streaming around the sun. She floated and soared, allowing the limp, slowly-deflating cock to slip from between her lips, thin narrow strings of viscous cum still connecting the man's exhausted organ to the tip of her tongue.
Her strength suddenly left her and she pitched forward helplessly on her stomach as the gym teacher behind her stepped away with the satisfied air of a man who has just done twenty push-ups.
Awakened by the scream, Martin shook his head, realizing that he had dozed off, and heaved his stiff body into a sitting position. The last of his little girls had done her work and disappeared. He had achieved his sixth orgasm in the space of two hours and the young man tiredly put his back to the bed and crossed his legs, letting his mind clear. At some point in the proceedings, he had apparently tumbled off the bed and skinned his knee and he rubbed it ruefully.
Then he remembered his promise to stay by Sarah's side and he began to feel guilty. His watch informed him bluntly that he had not laid eyes on her for at least two and one half hours, during which he had enjoyed himself exhaustedly with all of Kitty's little girl friends.
Sarah's probably hiding in a closet somewhere, cursing me like the devil, he grinned to himself. Poor Sarah! I'd better get dressed and find her.
Glancing over his shoulder while he slipped into his pants, he noticed that the group of men, led by the untiring Mr. Jacobs, was still working over the unknown girl on the bed on the other side of the room. That gal, whoever she is, is going to have one tired little pussy tomorrow, he laughed to himself, searching under the bed for his shoes.
It's been fun in a way, but I don't think I ever want to do this again, he decided, pulling on his socks. There's something so cold-blooded about all this fucking between strangers. I'm glad I did it once in my life, just for the experience, but when all is said and done, you can't beat the cozy little arrangement we have with the Bensons.
"Ugggghhhhh!" a groan from across the room struck his ears and he instinctively felt sorry for the girl. She had obviously been fucked half to death by now and there was no sign that the sadistic gang of men was going to let up until every one of them had had a shot at her.
"Is she conscious?" asked a voice.
"Yeah, she's just tuckered out," came the heartless answer. "Hey, turn her over. I just saw the nicest little asshole I've laid eyes on in a dog's age."
"Shit, Mel, you ain't going to fuck her there, are you?" came another question.
"Why not?" exclaimed the man called Mel. "She's so out of it now, she won't know what hit her."
"Suppose her friend complains?" asked another man.
"Ah, come on, you guy's are a bunch of sissies. Once you've had a sample of this rear-end stuff, you won't ever go back to fucking cunts again."
This cruel and lascivious conversation drove the last remaining bits of fog from Martin's head. Oh God, he thought. They're going to sodomize that poor girl! And he sprang to his feet, suddenly struck by a horrible suspicion.
It was Sarah!
She looked virtually unconscious, but Martin realized that she had been battered into submission and was merely too exhausted to fight back any more. Mel proved to be a heavy-set balding man in his forties who looked like a professional wrestler. His cock was already hard and erect and he was kneeling up between Sarah's outstretched legs, lewdly spreading the soft flaccid cheeks of her buttocks with his hard demanding hands. His heavy, pain-inflicting penis swayed menacingly before him, a few inches from the tender elastic circle of Sarah's defenselessly vulnerable anus.
"No!" yelled Martin, coming around the edge of the bed, his hands balled into fists. Probably Sarah would never speak to him again anyway, and justly so, for having deserted her in her moment of need, but he knew that he had to defend her against the terrible sodomy which was being threatened. He was one man against many, but this was no time to count the odds.
"Look out!" shouted the gym teacher, moving quickly around the bed to intercept his infuriated colleague. "Cool it, Marty, or I'll... "
Martin Edwards got off one good punch which temporarily stunned the athlete, sending him reeling back against the bed and sprawling across Sarah's naked body. The young woman opened her eyes now and she saw the other man closing in rapidly on the wildly-swinging Martin. But she could see in a glance that he was hopelessly out-numbered. Edwards took a couple of sharp jabs in the stomach and a hard right across the jaw which sent him spinning to the floor.
"Get the bastard on his feet," growled Jacobs who had retreated to the other end of the room during the brief fray.
"Should we give him a good working over?" suggested someone angrily.
"Hell no," scowled the principal angrily. "I don't want my faculty members showing up Monday morning with black eyes. Get him on his feet and make him watch! Go ahead, Mel, do your stuff."
Shaking his head to clear away the fog, Martin found himself being hauled roughly to his feet, his arm pinned painfully behind his back.
"You bastards," he gasped. "Touch that girl and I'm going to get every last one of you.""
"'We'll see who gets who," sneered Jacobs evilly.
But everyone had lost interest in this exchange of threats as the wiry heavy-set Mel went to work. Sarah's will to resist had been momentarily aroused by her lover's show of courage, but once again heavy demanding hands fell on her nakedly writhing body, crushing her cruelly into the mattress with only her undefended backside protruding foolishly into the air.
"Man, what a beautiful little ass!" Mel exclaimed, running one finger lewdly over the entrance to her naked rectum. Sarah understood clearly what was coming and tightened her buttocks defensively, trying to hold off this unnatural bizarre invasion. But the man was clearly in the superior position, using both of his muscular sinewy hands to pry apart her delicate white half-moons until the tiny elastic circle was bared to the lustful eyes of all the men in the room.
With a sudden movement, his playful probing index finger stabbed forward, burying itself to the first knuckle in the sensitive inner flesh of her anus.
"Oh, please," she begged in horror, knowing as she spoke that it was useless to expect mercy from this mob of sadists. Her eyes met Martin's and the two exchanged a meaningful glance, both of them understanding clearly that the situation was hopeless.
The young school teacher realized that there was no particular point in continuing to struggle, since every time he moved, the muscular gym teacher ruthlessly twisted his arm behind him, causing exquisite pain to shoot through his shoulder. His eyes wide with horror, Martin watched Mel worm his finger cruelly into Sarah's tortured backside, twisting and turning as the man labored to widen it far enough to admit his fat thick cock.
Shell never live through this, Martin told himself in dismay. The humiliation'll kill her and she can never hold her head up and look the world in the eye again. This is the end.
"Aaaagggghhhh!!!" Sarah groaned piteously as if she were somehow reading his mind and agreeing with his thoughts. A second prying finger had joined the first as he kneaded the flaccid white half-moons of her buttocks with his muscular hands.
Then, unexpectedly, Mel yanked his fingers free of her offended anus and spread her even wider with both hands. He then proceeded to put his face down to the helplessly held crevice, slavering wetly with his tongue over the entire surface of her anus, trying to moisten the narrow hole for his entry-.
"All right, boys," he commanded in a low husky tone. "Hang on tight, 'cause daddy's coming in!"
His hands gripped her hips so fiercely that her sensitive skin was marked where his fingernails bit into the naked flesh and he levered his bulky body into position behind her, his long murderous pole searching for the opening. The man was obviously beside himself with lust, excited beyond reason at the prospect of sodomizing an unwilling and innocent young woman. Normally, this perverse delight was only possible with tired old whores who made him pay double for the privilege.
Sarah jerked forward violently as she felt the blunt hardness of his gland, testing the strength of the tiny elastic ring of her anus. It was an unequal contest. Mel was in too much of a hurry to ease his way into her softly and he attacked her vulnerable backside like a sledgehammer, pounding at her ruthlessly as he forced his hard unyielding cock past the weak nether ring of her anus.
"I'm in, but she's tighter than hell!" the man reported with a grunt.
Sarah screamed and cried, tears streaming down her cheeks and, mixing with the patches of cum deposited on her lips a few minutes before. Now she could think of nothing else except the excruciating horrible pain in her anus and the lewd powerful hands pressing her body down against the bed and preventing her escape. Her backside felt as if a baseball bat had been thrust up into it, stretching and ripping the soft rubbery flesh of her anal tract beyond the limits of the endurable.
Mumbling obscenity after obscenity and grinning like a fiend, Mel began sawing slowly in and out of her, each merciless thrust taking him farther up into the soft fluttering depths of her bowels. Each backstroke pulled tiny fragile wisps of anal flesh out with the hardened shaft of his penis as if she were in the process of being turned inside out. Even the position of her helplessly enslaved body was torturous and humiliating as she crouched on her knees with her naked backside presented to him like a pagan sacrifice while her full ripe breasts were crushed against the sweat-soaked mattress.
Sarah's body jerked and shivered every time he skewered brutally up into her, hating this man as she had never hated anyone before. The others had taken her, yes, fucking her by force as men had always fucked women through history, but this monster was treating her like a debased animal, reducing her to the lowest level of shame and degradation.
Something in her decided to fight back! Physical resistance was obviously out of the question, but she knew that she could play his game and play it better than he could. Ignoring the pain, Sarah took a deep breath and pushed back against him as hard as she could, swinging her backside back and forth wildly and squeezing with all the force in her battered ravaged body.
Mel groaned as he felt the pressure on his rampaging instrument increase, and Sarah was encouraged, realizing that she still possessed the power to resist him in some way. But the man recovered quickly and surged into her again with renewed power, thinking mistakenly that this captive girl kneeling slavishly before him had been aroused by this brutal sodomy and was reacting with lust. He looked down on her undulating writhing torso with surprise and delight. There was no doubt left in his mind. The little bitch was turning on!
Meanwhile, Sarah concentrated all her energies on this one project, struggling to make him cum, to force him to empty his vile sodomistic sperm into the unnatural receptacle of her backside. She wanted to hear him groan, to feel his cock explode inside of her and know at the moment it happened that she had been in command of the situation, not he! Besides her grim determination, there was a tinge of masochistic pleasure in her, knowing that Martin was watching all of this. She tried to fight it off, knowing the thought was lewd and shameful, but it would not go away and she turned her head to one side so that their eyes would not meet.
In fact, the young school teacher was amazed. He watched with disbelief as the calm chaste wife of his neighbor seemed to have been transformed into a wild crazy woman before his very eyes.
"Cum! Cum! Cum!" she was ranting at the sweating laboring man who was slaving fiendishly over her, calling obscene encouragements to him and inviting him to pump his cum into her twisting, gyrating ass.
And suddenly it was Mel's turn to talk.
"Oh Christ!" he muttered, almost incoherently, his features contorting into an unrecognizable mask of lust as the spasm swept over him. He shoved his loins forward with one last mighty thrust, burying his pounding cock inside the warm sheath of her anus all the way to the hilt, his sperm-gorged balls slapping obscenely against the soft unprotected aperture of her cunt. The man's huge burly body shuddered as the hot thick cum poured out of him in never-ending waves, sweeping into the depths of her ravaged rectum while the two of them babbled obscenities at each other like a pair of lunatics.
Sarah held her position even though the men had released their hold on her, determined to squeeze every drop of the lust-inciting liquid from Mel's suddenly spent cock, pressing back fiercely against his loins as he filled her softly receptive rectum to overflowing. Then he groaned with absolute happiness and slowly pulled his deflating cock free of her sorely-abused body.
There was a moment of dramatic silence. The gym teacher released his hold on Martin's arm, thinking that the time for violence was past and preoccupied with the frantically-depraved spectacle they had just witnessed.
Moving almost fast enough, the infuriated young school teacher whirled away from the physical education instructor and with murder in his eyes headed for the man who had just sodomized Sarah. He had a split second's lead, but the gym teacher was too fast, leaping forward to catch him neatly behind one ear with a devastating karate chop which knocked him brutally to the floor.
Martin never knew what hit him and the gym teacher stepped over his unconscious body and walked up to the bed where the terrified young girl shivered in a puddle of cum.
"Anybody for seconds?" he inquired politely. "The evening is still quite young."
CHAPTER THREE
Vine Street was never at its best in the wintertime and this year it was particularly bleak. The elegant new home which had been built so proudly by Will Benson was now standing empty and forlorn, having been recently offered for sale by the municipal authorities in order to satisfy some of the debts left behind when Benson had decided to run off with his neighbor's wife, Tess Edwards, the red-headed girl whom the school teacher had married against his father's advice.
Now Martin stood by the window of the old Edwards House, looking around the empty living room and watching the workmen cart his furniture carefully down the walk to the moving van which waited at the curb. Seeing that Sarah was coming close to tears, he put his arms around her shoulders and pulled her close to him.
"It's okay, honey," he calmed her. "Where we're going, the Chamber of Commerce says they have sun at least ten months a year and if anybody asks me to swap wives with him, I'll punch him in the jaw."
"Do you think you'll like your new job?" she asked him apprehensively, putting her arms around his waist and returning his hug affectionately. Sarah could not quite get used to the idea that they could stand arm-in-arm openly since she was now Martin's legal wife, the two of them having married quietly in a civil ceremony a few days before.
"Why shouldn't I?" responded Martin gently. "It's a brand new school with the best young faculty a principal could ask for. And the salary's terrific!"
"I'll never understand how you convinced that monster Jacobs to recommend you for a job as the head of a school," Sarah asked as she gazed at him in admiration, remembering the night when he had done battle with ten men in an unsuccessful but courageous attempt to rescue her. "After all that happened between us and him."
"Well, in the end we had to forget that we hated each other for as long as it took to make a deal," Martin confessed. "I hated having to do business with a scoundrel like Jacobs, but he needed my silence about his swapper's club and I needed a new job, so we made an agreement. With the scandal of Tess and Will running off and you and me getting married, I knew I was finished here, but with his recommendation, I figured I could move up to a principal's job someplace else, where we weren't so well known."
"Marty, do you ever wonder about Tess and Will?" Sarah asked him mildly, the moisture gathering again in her eyes as she remembered the bitter months which had followed the disastrous swapper's party.
"Once in awhile," the young man admitted. "I hope they're both all right, wherever they are, and I hope Will can find a job and get back on his feet. If only he and Tess hadn't decided that they absolutely had to attend an orgy every night of the week, Will might not have lost his job, and the bankruptcy business didn't do any of us any good. Well, it's over! I heard a rumor that the two of them are living on the other side of town, near Tess' old place. Who knows? They know where to find us if they want us."
"We're all loaded and ready to roll, Mr. Edwards," reported the head mover, coming in the front door and glancing around the barren house to make sure that his men had not overlooked anything.
"Fine," responded the young man. "We'll see you on the other side of the country. Take it easy on the bumps." The furniture mover grinned and waved goodbye and the newlyweds watched the big truck ease away from the curb and rumble off down Vine Street.
"Our plane doesn't leave for another two hours," Martin told his new young wife. "Why don't we head for the airport and then stop for a drink at some bar near the terminal? Maybe that would cheer us up."
"Sounds fine," agreed Sarah, picking up the hand luggage she intended to take with her on the plane. The passage in taxi to the airport was brief and after they had checked their bags through to their destination, the young couple left the terminal on foot, making their way to one of the many bars which dotted the area and catered to tired travelers.
Having located a table near the front of the bar, they made themselves comfortable, ordered a few drinks and chatted about the new life they hoped to make together, talking happily until it was almost time to return to the airport to board their plane. Then Martin excused himself to visit the men's room, following the bartender's directions into a large crowded room in the back of the bar which was filled with a mob of distinctly seedy-looking people, most of them drunk. As he emerged from the men's room, someone caught his arm from behind and he heard a hoarse whiskey-voice mumble in his ear.
"Hey, buddy, lookin' for a piece of ass? Twenty-five bucks gets you that redhead over there." Martin turned slowly, not wanting to believe his ears. The pimp was Will, poorly dressed and unshaven and a little unsteady on his feet from alcohol. For a long moment, the two men looked at each other, both horrified for different reasons at this chance meeting. It was clear to Martin that his ex-friend had not realized who he was speaking to when he tried to hustle one more John for Tess. Will mumbled something incoherent and stumbled away while Martin stood rooted to the spot as if he were paralyzed, his eyes roaming around the room until he spotted his former wife sitting at a table in the corner, her head in her hands and her face heavily made up. She was wearing a cheap tarty dress which emphasized her full buxom figure, but she looked ten years older and a century or two harder than she had when Martin last saw her.
The newly-appointed principal of a high school watched sadly as Will Benson shook the redhead out of her stupor and dragged her through a door in the rear of the bar, obviously terrified that Martin would fly into a fit of violence. They disappeared into the night.
The stench of urine from the men's room was getting to him. and Martin pulled himself together and walked out into the brightly lit front room, finding a smiling Sarah waiting for him next to their table.
"I thought you weren't coming back," she laughed. "Come on, honey, let's get on the plane. We've got a new life ahead of us and all the bad things are part of the past."
Martin nodded numbly in agreement and followed his new wife out of the bar, deciding to say nothing about what he had seen.
But twenty-five dollars, he was thinking, that isn't even an expensive whore!
