Karen and Suzy had roomed together in college for two years now, and they were fed up with the lack of privacy, especially heterosexual privacy. So they decided to rent an apartment in town, and to spend their weekends together with their boyfriends and other friends in one wild series of parties.
The way the girls figured it out, if they got paid for even a few of their 'goings-down' on the guys that would cover the rent, and the college people would never know what was going on. Both Karen and Suzy were noted for their good behavior and grades at the college. And both Karen and Suzy never expressed negative feelings toward their respective families. So, when the girls began to sign out every weekend, everybody thought it was really something the way those two girls loved to be with their families-every weekend!
The apartment was on a small narrow street away from the main roads, and it had four large rooms with kitchen and bath, all at $65. per month for the first year, and $10. more for the second year. The girls had told the landlord that they were a bit short on money, and they had given him a blow job each. So he cut down the rent and didn't bother asking for a month's security in advance. And he didn't even bother checking to see if the names they put on the lease were their real names. His own name was Tommy, and he had a wife who didn't give him much in the hay, so he looked forward to getting a bit of ass every month.
The girls worked like dogs getting their apartment all set up. They didn't have much money, but they knew how to use their charm, and before a few weekends were up they had gotten two sofas, lamps, a record player, and even a television set. They called themselves The Barker girls, and all the merchants referred to them that way. But, of course, that was only their 'week-end' name. At school, the register contained two totally different names and that was exactly the way Karen and Suzy intended to keep it.
The first weekend that they had set aside for a party was quite a chore. They had to finish painting the hall and once that was done, they opened a bottle of champagne and really celebrated. Suzy called up Danny who liked to screw her five and six times a day, and Danny came right over.
Whenever anybody said, 'What's this strange mark on the wall?' the girls would giggle and tell about the time Danny fucked Suzy right in the hallway before the paint even dried.
Suzy and Karen differed in that Suzy was a nymphomaniac and had no apologies about it. But Karen had never been lucked. She had done everything else. She even preferred to lick a guy's ass rather than let him fuck her. It wasn't that she was a prude, she simply didn't want to grab some well to do young executive guy who would then get very upset after he broke her hymen and he'd feel like it was his responsibility to get engaged, and eventually marry her.
Suzy had never told Karen, but the real reason she had wanted Karen to come into the apartment venture with her was that she was determined to undermine Karen's ideas about sex. In short, she wanted to put Danny and Karen in the same room, get them both stoned, and see if they would fuck.
And letting Danny fuck her in the hallway, had been one way of introducing Karen into the idea that the right way to fuck was to give in to the impulse whenever you felt like getting a good cock up into your belly.
The other thing that titillated Suzy's imagination was that because Karen never went all the way, she didn't bother with things like birth control pills and all that. The degradation and the unprotected state of this virgin roommate stimulated Suzy almost as much as the idea of fucking with a man did. She felt that Karen was like all the girls at the college, pure and dainty. Well, she was going to see how pure and dainty Karen was after a few wild parties!
On this particular evening, Danny was bringing over a sailor he had just met in one of the diners. The sailor wanted to get laid, but he didn't know where to go, so Danny called up Suzy and asked if he could bring the fellow up. Suzy told him to come on over. Then she took Karen aside and explained to her that if they were going to pay the rent, they would have to start turning tricks. Karen said that she wouldn't mind turning the sailor for a ten spot or so, but, of course, he couldn't go all the way with her. Suzy grew into a fanatic rage, and after yelling and shouting, she realized it was hopeless to talk logic and reason with Karen. The only approach was to turn the sailor on to herself, and then hope the sailor would get ambitious and lure Karen down on the floor and then give it to her good.
Danny and the sailor arrived ten minutes later. Danny took Suzy into his arms and began to unzip her dress while giving her a big long kiss. "Take off your clothes, sailor." he said to his shy and excited companion.
"No, sir. I couldn't just do that. I thought you said I'd have privacy and all that."
Danny laughed heartily, and patted the sailor roughly on the back. "listen, sailor boy, this pad has four rooms, now you just sit down in the living room with us, and after we all get to know each other, if you're still in the mood for that privacy, you can choose your girl and go off to one of the private rooms. Okay, pay?"
"Sounds great." The sailor said, and his eyes wandered back and forth from Suzy to Karen to Suzy again. He identified with Karen's quiet moods, but he really knew that Suzy would give him a good luck. He couldn't figure out which girl he wanted first. So he decided to just do as Danny said, just sit down and relax about it all.
Just as they were getting comfy, Danny said to Suzy, "Why don't you come over here baby and sit on Danny's knee?"
"You're so cute, Danny, the way you always make yourself the one who gets all the attention." And with that she climbed up eagerly on his knees, her lips pressing against his, and his hands running along the contours of her wiggling body.
The sailor tried to pretend that his eyes were not bulging out of his head.
"Have you had the apartment long?" he said to Karen.
"Too long, perhaps," Karen replied, making the sailor feel as though it were somehow his fault that her roommate was too much for her to handle. Suzy herself paid no attention to Karen's remarks.
As Danny pulled up the back of her dress, it became quite visible that she had no undergarments on, and Danny had unzipped his trouser, so that his massive and swollen cock popped out of his fly.
Danny slouched down so that his cock got under her a bit, and disappeared into her moist, gaping hole of a cunt.
Suzy murmured as the cock went up inside her.
"Oh, I love these cocks you men have. I just love them, ooh, more-more Danny. Oh that feels so good! Give it to me....oh. ... give it to me....more more."
Danny had pulled her dress up around her waist by now so that the sailor could see everything, and as he watched the open gash of her cunt clutching hungrily on the stern cock, the sailor found himself moving his hand between his legs, not knowing how to contain or satisfy the .enormous erection he was getting just from looking at Danny's cock moving powerfully through Suzy's cunt.
Danny gave some powerful hip thrusts and Suzy nearly fainted from the strength of his hammering blows in her cunt. Finally, she screamed some sort of pain-pleasure moan, and her body squatted down on his cock so that the entire length ran up inside her. She moistened the cock well with her strong orgasm, and Danny lunged into her once more and one could tell he had climaxed by the way his hand eased up on their hold around her hips.
After Danny had satisfied his Suzy, she was hungry for it all over again. He stood up and waited for her to get all her clothes off. Then he caressed her body with his naked foot running up and down her belly gently, tickling her, and making her sensuous body writhe with desire on the floor.
By now the sailor had forgotten all about conventions.
"Hey mister, when do I get some of this sex?"
"Can you afford it, sailor-boy?" Suzy asked, sensuously from the floor.
"Sure I can afford it. I was only being quiet because I thought this was some sort of respectable place, and now I can see that you girls know the score. All right, let's settle on a price. My prick's about ready to explode. Ten bucks for one of you. Twenty for both. Twenty's as high as I go. So don't bugger me for more."
"That's plenty, sailor-boy." Suzy said, rolling over on to her belly and looking up at him, tantalizingly.
"I didn't realize what a clear headed fellow you were. Come on down here on the floor, and stick that big-boy cock of yours right here between my legs. "
She rolled over onto her backside, and placed her hand over her moist pubic hair. He got down beside her, while he was still trying to hurry out of his clothes.
As soon as his white trunks came off, Suzy saw that he had nice red pubic hair, and a nice cock. It was large but not super large.
As she started to caress it, she smiled at the way it started to get excited. Cocks are strange the way they can always get larger and larger. They just need the right women, Suzy thought, taking his cock into her hands, and moving her fingers through his pubic hair, and then she groaned as he moved closer, and she grasped his beautiful long cock into her mouth, and hungrily fumbled and rubbed his tender balls in her hands.
His cock grew enormous in her mouth, and she could tell that he was a real eager bronco. Already he was thrusting the cock down her throat as though he didn't realize he was supposed-to wait until he got into her cunt before he started sending off the fireworks.
She tried to edge her finger up his ass, but he didn't want to waste his time on that. He swivelled his hips so that they moved into the 69 position, and she realized that he was no novice at screwing. Not once did he jerk his body in a way that moved his cock out of her mouth.
His fingers were hard and cruel as they ripped open the lips of her cunt, and his mouth and teeth were firm and determined as he mouthed her clitoris, her legs sprawled helplessly and desirously out in front of him with the others watching them fuck like animals on the floor.
His tongue licked and licked at her clitoris and finally when there was plenty of love juice in her vagina, he broke out of the 69 position, and getting between her legs, he opened her up real wide and began to suck all her come out of her cunt. Sometimes he would wipe his lips off on her pubic hair.
Then he raised her hips, and began to tease the lips of her cunt open by sticking the knob of his prick into the hole. But no sooner would he get the knob in and he would next pull it out.
"Oh, stick it in, sailor-boy. You're marvelous. Don't stop now." Suzy moaned, her hands reaching helplessly down, trying to grab on to his cock and stick it up into her belly.
The sailor-boy looked up at the others. "I get this fuck for free. Okay?"
"No." Karen said, instinctively guarding the pride and dignity of the establishment that had a rent due at the first of the mouth.
"I don't see that we have any choice," Danny said, leeringly, as he looked down at Suzy who was laying there with her eyes closed and her heart pounding, and her mouth moaning helplessly with desire.
Finally Danny, who was a practical fellow about such things, said, "Go ahead, fellow, fuck her. We have other fun-things to do tonight. Come on, stick it in."
The sailor boy looked down at Suzy.
"You people sure are a strange kind of fun. This is one of the best brothels I've ever seen."
"Oh shut up and fuck me." Suzy moaned. "This is killing me. I've got to have someone's cock. Oh, I'm dying for a cock."
"Here's a cock, you pretty little creature."
And the sailor boy drove his cock into her like a knife slicing bread. "How's that, honey?"
"Oh, that's beautiful. More, More. Oh, it's so nice and big. Faster. Faster. "
"You just lie back and let me do the driving, baby. " The sailor boy said, and he thrust himself upon her, shoving his cock harder and harder into her, so that only his baby cheek buttocks could be seen pounding up and down, and the baby white skin grew red and more red as Suzy's fingers dug into his flesh, encouraging him to give it to her harder and harder and harder.
They both started to pound away so fast it seemed they would never be able to stop without exploding. And then the same moans and groans, and the mutual rhythm of bodies thrusting into each other started to take over, and they came together so harmoniously, it was like a dance.
"Oh, baby, you 're a marvelous bastard. Where did you learn all that?" Suzy said, slightly breathless, as they lay on the floor, resting from the labors of sex.
"This is going to be quite a weekend!" Danny said, picking up the phone getting ready to start calling up some of his buddies.
Karen began crying. "Oh, I knew I should never have taken an apartment with you, Suzy. Now I am stuck with all your friends, and I can't have any of my own over. "
Suzy got up and began putting on her silk dress.
"What friends, Karen? I didn't know you had any friends of your own. You always want to know about my dates. What friends?"
"One friend. One particular friend," Karen shouted, and then she got up and ran into the bedroom weeping and sobbing. "What would you know about one friend?" Karen could be heard shouting.
Suzy brushed her sweaty hair off her brow. She had lush red hair and apply plump cheeks.
"Wow! This roommate stuff is really getting me lower than a hangover. Danny, what are we going to do with her. She's going to wreck everything with her damn tantrums."
"She just needs a fuck." Danny said, looking Suzy over.
Suzy brushed him aside, and went into the kitchen to get some food.
"You say everything can be solved with a fuck. "
"Well, can't it?" Danny said, smiling at the sailor boy who had a towel wrapped around his waist.
Suzy looked at him sharply, "Danny, I'm not joking. I don't know how to handle that virgin roommate of mine. "
"I know how to handle her. Let's get an orgy going."
"Hey, you people going to have a regular orgy and all?" the sailor boy asked, his big smile broadening.
Suzy looked over to Danny and then her eyes flowed over the sailor's handsome pectorals.
"Look baby, it was a great hick, and no charge. But somebody's got to pay for the rent, and the food, and the booze. So the fucks are free but you have to put in twenty if you stay for the weekend. "
The sailor picked up his uniform, took a twenty out of his wallet and handed it over to Suzy.
"I don't mind a bit, Suzy. Now that I'm on board, my name's Jim."
"Okay, Jim. Glad to have you abroad." Suzy said, and then her face darkened as the thought of what to do with her fucking fuckless roommate came upon her.
"Maybe I could bribe her into leaving?" Suzy said.
Danny pulled Suzy's boobies out of her dress and began rubbing them against his naked prick. Suzy tried to brush him away, but soon he had her moaning and groaning as she sat there in the kitchen trying to figure out how to get rid of her roommate.
The sailor didn't want to but in, so he started to wander through the apartment, hoping that he might find Karen's door open, and maybe coax her to let him fuck her.
"Get out. Get out. You Big Pig!" Karen shouted when she saw him coming at her in her bedroom, with nothing but a half falling towel over his hips.
Karen came running into the kitchen, hoping to gain protection there from the intruding monster. But when she saw Suzy gasping as Danny's cock rode up inside her, Karen just stood still and watched, and then she rushed into the bathroom and vomited.
Danny got so jarred by the noise of her damn vomiting that he came a bit sooner than Suzy. But he had a good hard on, so he just kept it deep inside her until she groaned one last time, and then smiled with that pleasure that comes over a woman's face when she's just had a full, complete and happy fuck.
The sailor-boy, Jim, stood at the bathroom door and didn't know what to do or say.
Suzy and Danny also gathered around the bathroom door. And Jim said, "Maybe you're pregnant, girly."
"Maybe you disgust the life out of me, you monster. Why don't you go back to your ship and leave us alone, you filthy indecent fish." Karen shouted back at him.
"I think you both better go back in the living room. I think maybe this gal had better get fucked before she learns more foul words she doesn't know the meaning of." Jim said, smilingly to Suzy and Danny.
"You beast. You wouldn't." And then Karen ripped the medicine cabinet off the wall and threw it at him.
Jim was already to get in the bathroom and fuck the life out of her, but Danny sensed that she was just crazy enough to break somebody's head and then they'd have to get a doctor and attract attention and all that.
"She's just a horny prude, Jim. Leave her alone. Come on back into the living room. We have a lot of planning to do." Danny said, holding Jim back firmly.
"Yeah. Let's leave her alone to masturbate. Let's close the door so the virgin doesn't hear what we say behind her back." And with that they all burst out into laughter, and they closed the door and went and sat down in the living room.
Danny who was about twenty-six and had been around quite a bit said, "I think that she must have some sort of boyfriend that want to fuck with her, but she doesn't want him fucking other broads in front of her. Maybe she's not a virgin. Maybe she's been broken through by this clean cut guy and she wants him to think she has a nice dean cut life except for the weekends when she lets him fuck her."
Suzy brushed back her long red hair. "She's still a virgin. I know a virgin, that roommate of mine is a fucking fuckless virgin. That whole god damn dormitory is full of those god damn virgins. If you live with them, you can smell them a mile away."
Jim pulled up his towel and scratched his pubic hair. "I think we should just get friendly and just ask her nice like. We should put on our clothes, and sit around and just be nice as pie, and then we say to her, 'Who's this one person? Karen. You want to fuck him?' "
Suzy poked at her big boobies and the nipples grew taut. "I don't want to be bothered being nice to her. Let's just invite all the fellows over and tell them my roommate is some sort of nut. She doesn't want to fuck and she doesn't want to move out. So she's crazy. The world's full of nuts. Why shouldn't we pretend my roommate ain't just another damn nut. A screwball. That's all she is. A crazy, loony nut."
"That's not true. Oh. You cheated me, Suzy. You said we would both lead our separate sex lives and it would be so easy because we'd have so much space and separate rooms. It sounded so marvelous." Karen exclaimed as she crawled into the room and spread her sobbing body over the sofa while the others sat around her in chairs, like it was a funeral, and they had come to see Karen for the last time. And then the heart-dying corpse said, "And I thought it would be so great. And now he's going to be here in a, few hours, and we're going to spend our first weekend together. And what's he going to think when he finds two men here, one with his fly unzipped, and the other with just a towel around his hips. He's not stupid. He can add two and two together."
"One of those kind," Suzy said, bored and bothered.
"So you fuck him." Jim asked, excited, the swollen prick sticking up under the bath towel.
"That's all you can think about. Fucking. You don't even know what love, true love is." Karen exclaimed.
"Now. Now. It can't be love." Danny said. "That's something you do only when you get older. You have to graduate or something. Love. That's really not something that you ought to get into, not yet. Love." And the word just sat on Danny's mouth, as though he couldn't remember exactly what it meant.
"Love is when you don't luck. You just foam at the mouth." Suzy said, refreshing his memory. "I say she's loony. That college dormitory is enough to turn anyone's head into a stone. That's what she's suffering from. She's hard as a rock. She should go back to that damn college and just sit there. All of them girls are just like her; they sit year after year, likes stones. When they get out of the college, they get married, then they drink, and then they start going to the sanitarium to rest and cure themselves of their kidney stones and their stony cunts. And the first thing they do when they get out of there is drink themselves stoned out of their minds for about three months, and then they go to Europe, and then they come back to good old America for the rest cure. You ought to go to Europe by boat. On that boat there are all these dames, frustrated and sexless like her. Only older. And they all sip their drinks because they just got out of the sanitarium and they don't want to get stone drunk, not yet. When they get to Europe, they open a champagne bottle and then they tour the museums, and between the Michelangelos they sip on the bottle. And then one day, they stumble down the hotel's steps, and one of the hotel men say, 'are you all right, Miss', and she looks up at this beaming, polite smile. And she knows she's been stoned for three months, and so she says, 'I think I should go back to my room today.' And so she goes up to her room and has the drinks brought up to her for another two months. Then she comes back home, visits her grandchildren. And then they put. her back in the sanatorium for the rest cure. These fuckless broads go through that year after year. Not even a gigolo gets in them. " Suzy waved her hand in the air, as though she wouldn't give a penny for any one of those fuckless dames.
"You sure hate women." The sailor boy said.
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"You better believe it, son. I like men. Come over her and kiss Suzy. "
"All right. All right." And the sailor boy. and Suzy started to make out. Danny wasn't interested in them anymore. He wanted to figure out what to do with Karen and then get the weekend started.
"Well," he said to Karen, "You heard what Suzy said was going to happen to you when you get old. You want that to happen to you? Huh?"
"She was describing a lush. In fact, there are two kinds of lushes, the fucking one and the fuckless one. How does she plan to escape becoming a fucking lush?"
Danny zipped up his pants. "Now look. If you have a gentleman caller, you can have him pick you up here, and then you and he can go to the movies or something. After all, if you aren't going to fuck, what do you need an apartment for?" Danny thought what he had just said was quite logical.
"You don't understand. He has to try to fuck, and I have to say no. If we don't have an apartment, he'll never feel we have enough privacy for him to make a pass."
"Oh, so that's it. You want him to get fresh and then you slap him down. I see." Danny snorkeled, as if he either had a cold, or was just getting ready to puke on her.
"Why doesn't she move out?" Suzy said, coldly.
"Now, now." Danny decided that there wasn't any use antagonizing Karen. What she wanted , was a very simple thing. If they let her work things out, she'd probably spend most of her time at the movies with her date, and they could then do wild things while she was gone.
"What about if we all sit in the parlor real nice for the first hour while he is here. And then you and he can go neck in the other room for fifteen, twenty minutes. He makes a pass. You say no. And then he takes you out for the night. To the movies."
"Do you think that whore would sit still for an hour? Why, within five minutes, she'd have her skirt up, and Herb wouldn't know what to do, he'd be so shocked."
"I'll take care of Suzy." Danny said. "Now let's make a deal. One hour of niceness, a little necking, and then you two are out and Suzy gets to give her wild party?"
Although Karen hated Suzy's guts, this was a good set up. After all, with all of them wanting her and Herb out after a half-hour of necking, it would be easy for her to make sure that Herb didn't go very far.
"Well, all of that would make me happy." Karen said. It's just a matter of what Suzy is willing to do. Will you be nice, for just an hour, Suzy?"
Suzy smiled, evilly. "Of course baby. For you, anything. "
"Now I'll be responsible for Suzy." Danny said, a slight glint in his eye. Like Suzy. he knew damn well that Karen was being naive about how shocked Herb would be. If they played it Karen's way, they might eventually get Herb to fuck Karen publicly and then the apartment could have one wild party all weekend, every weekend.
Everybody sat around the living room, dressed, preparing themselves for the eventual arrival of Herb.
CHAPTER TWO
Herb arrived in seven minutes. He was actually a rather nice, friendly guy. Not at all lame-brained as Karen seemed to make one think he would be. He was a tall fellow, dressed in dungarees, a sport shirt, sandals, a good pipe, and big sun glasses.
"Herb, what's wrong!" Karen exclaimed.
"What's the matter, Kary? Haven't you ever seen me out of my college duds? Now. Now. Don't get angry. I'm still me. Herb Gotman. Monday morning, I'll have my striped tie, and my tweed jacket on again. Hey, this is quite a lay out." he said, striding up and down the hallway, looking into the rooms.
"Hi folks. Why are you all so quiet. Hey, did I bust into something? I can just leave, walk around the block, and come back if you've been in the middle of an argument or something!"
"Not at all, Herb. I'm Danny. This is Suzy, and Jim." Danny winked at Suzy. This was. going to be real easy. Yes, indeed, real easy!
"Herbert. I have to talk to you. Alone." Karen said, firmly.
"Sure." Herb said, and winked at the others while he walked into the other room with his little girlfriend.
Karen closed the door, so that they could have privacy-a thing she valued even though everybody else in the apartment evidently didn't know what the word meant!
"Herbert. I want you to go back to the college, put on a nice suit, and take me out to dinner and the movies. "
"But why? I thought you wanted to sort of relax around the apartment." He smiled and moved his lips in that disgustingly dirty way that suggested kissing and all that stuff.
"Herbert. It's been dreadful with Suzy. She's not a woman. She's a whore. I must get out of here tonight, or I'll go crazy being around her. She's going to give an orgy, and let all the men fuck her. Can you imagine!"
Herb didn't know what to do with this latest bit of marvelous news. He had wanted to fuck Karen for at least two months now. But he had never been able to get her to go into a friend's house when the friend wasn't home. Karen had reasons and reasons for avoiding sex. But now, of her own choice, she had accidentally gotten herself into a pot of free sex. Well. He would humor her along. Take her out, and then explain that he has to come back to the apartment with her because he left his pipe here! After all, Herb hadn't been born yesterday. Karen was afraid of lucking. But that didn't mean she didn't want it.
"It'll make me look hen-pecked, honey, if I go change into my college clothes now." He took her in his arms, gently.
"Why don't we go for some hot dogs, and then we can go to see some auto races tonight. That way we can both dress in sports clothes. It'll be a lot of fun. And then I'll leave you off, and take the taxi back to the dorm."
Karen looked at him, offended. "You mean, you don't want to come back up here." And then she turned furious and raging. "It's Suzy. I know. Suzy and her crazy friends. They disgust you."
"It isn't that, my darling little Karen. You have plenty of room in this apartment. We could always go off by ourselves. But I wouldn't want to be here, unless you really want me."
"Oh, I do. I do." Karen said, and they kissed lightly on the lips. And as he buried his head in her soft hair, he decided that he had better get her out of the apartment so that the others would have a chance to get the orgy going before he and Karen got back from the races.
"Oh, Herb. We get along so well together. Maybe we are making a mistake in depriving ourselves of going all the way?"
'Don't be silly, baby. We have plenty of fun just being together. "
"And sharing things. " Karen added, not realizing that he was plotting to fuck her good and completely right after the races. He liked this apartment, and he wouldn't mind getting his end into Suzy too. She had a big juicy cunt. He didn't have to see her naked to know that. When they come well stacked like Suzy, one can guess pretty accurately about what's under the clothing.
Karen and Herb left quickly enough. Karen was full of joy at being able to show the others that Herb knew all about them and didn't care. He was still going to treat Karen with respect: that is, not fuck her until they get married.
Suzy knew differently. She could tell from the hungry look Herby gave her that it would be only a matter of hours before she had his cock in her belly too.
While Suzy sat with the two fellows, they both started pawing her. "Ever give it to a girl both ways at the same time?" Suzy asked Jim.
The sailor brightened up. "You want it both ways, Suzy?" he asked. "You and Danny boy arrange it, and I'll be back in just a minute. "
"Where you going?" Danny asked. "It's not like you to get up and walk away just before a double fuck. "
Suzy grinned, and wiggled her hips. "I have to take my birth control pill. It'll only take a moment. Play with each other." Suzy said, coyly.
Danny ran his hand through his long black hair. Then he smelt his fingers. Danny liked to use hair creams that smelt of the sea. He was a boat enthusiast. He liked to get the boat out on the nice calm sea, and then fuck the life out of the dumb broad who let herself get out on a boat with him alone.
"I guess it's a good thing that they invented these birth control pills. With an appetite like Suzy's got, she'd be pregnant all the time, I bet."
"She may get pregnant anyway." Danny said, a cold, glint of entertainment in his eyes.
"How's that?" Jim asked, his reddish blond eyelids blinking, innocently.
"Come closer. I have something really funny to tell you."
They both burst into laughter, and they couldn't stop, not even when Suzy came back into the room with her big bottle of liquor.
"Hey fellas, what's the joke. I thought you he-men were supposed to be getting off your clothes so I can get my double fuck."
At the mention of the word fuck, Danny and Jim turned over on their Bellies with laughter. "I swear, you're both crazy or something".
Suzy said, pouring herself a drink and downing it in one gulp.
This is good stuff, let me tell you. I've seen the meekest men in the world go sex crazy with a couple of tips of this in their bellies. It's going to make the two of you sex monsters. And that's damn good, because it's just a few days since my period, and I always like a lot of sex after them.
At the word period, Jim began to laugh anew, and eventually had to go out of the room, and sit by himself so he could stop laughing.
For what the boys knew that Suzy didn't was that one of Danny's friends works at the college pharmacy, and he had slipped in a packet of sugar pills when Suzy picked up her prescription of birth control pills. After all, Suzy wouldn't know the pills were real until after she had eaten them up. It would be her word against that of the drug store. And who would believe Suzy. For anybody who knew her knew she not only fucked around all the time, but she liked to booze up on the weekends. All she would have to do is miss one pill and that would cause the cycle to get wrecked. Danny, however, knew that Suzy was very careful not to miss any pills. But Danny couldn't guarantee that she had taken her pill everyday. After all Danny got drunk with her on weekends. Who remembered what happened on those weekends.
While Danny and Jim were recuperating from their private joke, Suzy was working her way into a nice high. She lit a reefer, and sat on the sofa, sipping her drink, and putting her hand up her dress to feel the nice moisture beginning to pour into her vagina. Suzy liked orgasms. It was a type of obsession with her.
Danny sat next to her, and he tried to calmly watch her fingering herself up her skirt, but the idea of her giving it to herself drove him bats, and before he knew what he was doing, he was pulling her legs open and running his tongue into her good strong healthy cunt. She had a big cunt too. When he opened her legs, the whole thing just opened up in front of him. You could take any part of the anatomy and lick it separately. She was like a walking anatomy book, Suzy was, and it didn't take much to make that crack ooze with warm, salt tasting moisture. That crack of hers was like a sweating mare inside.
Jim came into the room, and when he saw Danny on his knees, eating her as fast as he could, he decided to play a real game.
"Look here, Suzy," he said, and he stood in the middle of the room, stark naked, doing a strange kind of dance in which his hips went in a rotating motion and his big cock swayed round and round, always swollen, and it's tip sticking right up, pointed at her.
"Oh, that's making me dizzy. Come over here and stick the cock into me." She moaned, as Danny's tongue brought her to a climax. The liquor was working on her too. She was so hot she didn't know what to do with her cunt which was on fire.
"Hurry, Ram me. Ram me." she begged.
Danny was inside her now, and although he banged her real good, she was growing sick because that cock swaying in the center of the room wasn't inside her, and she had horrible fears that Jim's cock might burst it's seed before she had a chance to pull it into her cunt....
How she hated herself for having only one cunt. She could get it from a thousand men, all at the same time, and it would be marvelous. She had no memory of ever having too much cock. She loved all cocks. She didn't give a damn who the cocks belonged to. Just so long as they banged away inside her and poured her full of hot fiery fluid.
Suzy liked to swallow come, and to have the guys jerk off between her big boobies, so she could wash her boobies and nipples in the hot warm fluid. How she loved men, and men, and more men.
"Oh Danny. I'm coming. Oh. Oh." she moaned and shuttered. But Danny was just warming up for a good evening at home. Just as he was mounting her, Suzy screamed, "Get into me. What are you some sort of damn fairy or something, standing there when I need more cock inside me. Hurry Jim. Stop being stingy. Oh, don't swing it like that. Oh. Come on, Jim, come give your cock to me. I'll give it a good time.
Jim wiggled closer and closer. Then he made Suzy lay flat on the couch. And while Danny banged away at her, he let the cock dangle over her panting, waiting mouth. Then he got on the couch, his legs straddled over her, and with his cock flopping in Danny's hair, he said to Suzy.
"lick my ass, baby, and go all the way up me with your tongue, all the way, or no cock." Suzy pulled his buttocks open, and she began to lick the hairy edges around his ass hole, and then as he lowered himself still more, his little ass hole opened up, and she started to run her tongue up the small opening, and she could taste his shit.
"All the way up." he shouted, his cock getting so hard on him that he feared he wouldn't be able to hold his orgasm.
"All the way up, damn you." he said, lowering Iris body, until the small of his ass penetrated both her mouth and noise.
Suzy's tongue went past the opening now, and slowly she could feel her own tongue, like a tiny penis, driving itself into his soft behind.
Then, as she was getting used to his smell; and the warmth of his body, and as she was getting to really like being up inside, she began to reach for his cock.
"Ah, fuck you." Jim moaned, as his cock burst its seed, as soon as her hand grabbed onto his stiff cock.
Danny felt the salty fluid flowing down the side of his ear. That really turned him off. That really almost made him slug Jim. But it wasn't Jim's fault. Suzy was just such a god damn cock-grabber, it took practice to learn to keep her from making one go off too soon. It wasn't that Suzy was evil. She was just all woman. Woman through and through.
"Let's take a break, and clean up." Danny said, trying to conceal his frustration.
"Have a drink. " he said to Jim, knowing how frustrated Jim must be to have come like that, all unexpectedly and hungry.
"Thanks, maybe this will get me hot in just a few minutes. "
Suzy came over and sucked on his deflated cock. He offered her something to drink. But she wasn't interested in liquor anymore. All she wanted was more and more cock in her.
"It's got to be better, big boy. I still want my double fuck. "
"You'll get your double fuck, all right, Suzy. We'll call up some other fellas later on, and we'll give you four and five cock fucks. You'll see, the night's only beginning
CHAPTER THREE
Danny got on the phone, and before long he had two guys and three girls lined up. He figured with eight people fucking away all night that would get a real nice orgy going. He also liked the fact that he was inviting some novices and some experienced hands like himself. Variety, Danny thought is the spice of life.
The first guy to arrive was Tommy. He was a student at the University. But on the weekends he came into town to get another try at his girlfriend Cynthia, who was a big bosomed broad with a heart of gold and a cunt that never opened up except to take a finger or two into itself. But if the way Cynthia gobbled and munched her cunt on that finger was any indication of things to come, then Tommy figured he had a few good fucks lined up for the next few months.
Cynthia had refused to come to the party because she didn't like crowds and she didn't like the way Danny always looked her up and down as though she were some sort of whore or something.
Cynthia was built like a wrestler: large tits which seemed ready to bust open with milk when she squeezed them together, large hazel eyes, a heavy build that was both masculine and highly elegant and imposing at the same time.
She had this bigness, this feminine bulkiness, that was matched only by her sexy, wandering, lusty eyes, those hazel eyes that seemed to strip every man she looked at. Nor did Tommy think for one minute that Cynthia was a virgin. She was just playing hard to get because after a summer fucking around in Roman villas she had decided it was time to become the prim young woman who gives nothing unless there was something pretty permanent in it for her. It was hard to believe that Cynthia was humming for marriage. But as Danny had once put it to Tommy, "She's a gal from the fucking social register. What she needs is not a permanent marriage, but just one that starts the ball rolling."
At any rate, Tommy had come a few minutes before the other were to arrive. He was hot under the collar because Cynthia wouldn't show up. And no sooner was he settling down to his first drink, when the doorbell rang and big bosomed Cynthia was right there, authoritatively walking in and pretending that she had just ten minutes ago refused to come.
Danny pushed back his hair and licked his lips, as if he had just eaten some cunt and he didn't want the lecherous side of his personality to show up too strongly-at least not until he had stuffed a few drinks down her lately stingy damn throat.
"Hi, fish-bone." Cynthia said, with warm sarcasm. The hatred between Cynthia and Danny was a sort of brother-sister incest hate. They both were sadistic in sex, and there is a common law among sadistic people, that they should always walk past each other, like two male dogs smelling each other, and barking with gust and displeasure.
"Tommy, sweetheart, why did you forget to call me back? Don't you think I want to be coaxed into coming to an orgy? Honestly, Tommy, for a man, you just don't know how to allow a woman any subtle pretenses of purity." and then she took him in this giant bear hug, kissed him all over his face, and after slobbering his mug, she added, "Tell me you'll marry me for two years, and we can fuck like pigs tonight and every night. "
Tommy who was an independent, go-to-hell type, looked up and down her bosom appraisingly. "Two years, with one rape every night. Okay, Baby, you give me a good time tonight and you got yourself a husband for the morning papers. "
Cynthia grabbed his cheeks in her fingers. "That what I like about you Tommy. I knew we'd reach a business-like approach to sex. No babies though. That isn't in Daddy's will. All I have to do is be married, and not publicly going around with that Marselle De Boit. That pretty little girl got me into a more screwed up position than any knocked up girl could have gotten you fellas into. Why she thought all she had to do was go to daddy and start living off the blackmail payments! Daddy's a lousy father, but he's as tight with his money, as I am with my cunt. Unless there's a return on the investment, no go. And Marselle didn't hit it off with my daddy. She put on all her little weasel-type superior airs. So I said to daddy at supper, 'What about Tommy? His father owns the biggest nylon factory around, and he's my type of man: a bastard through and through.'
Tommy smiled up at her, and downed his drink. "Why don't you pull down that dress and shut your mouth?"
Cynthia raised her hemline slightly. "Are you sure you're up to it, beautiful?"
"Fucking bitch." Tommy sneered, and grabbing her by the wrist he dragged her into the other room and slammed the door so that all the doorframes throughout the apartment vibrated.
"Come on boys. Let's all chug-a-lug my nice liquor," Suzy said, as the three of them suddenly found themselves back to entertaining each other until more guests arrived.
In the bedroom which was nice and large, was a double bed, a radio and a door leading into the bathroom, Cynthia and Tommy embraced, his fingers jamming into her cunt, as if trying to rip her guts open with his bare fingers. Tommy was not born yesterday. She was just a slut in bed, a rich, spoiled, pampered slut. He grabbed her dress at the sloping neckline and ripped it down, the buttons gasping and grabbing and finally breaking off in one steady undressing stream.
She didn't fight. She stood in his arms, her massive boobies dangling against his nipples, his cock rising up and reaching inside her. She wiggled her hips in a small dainty dancing kind of rhythm, thus weaving his cock successfully into her throat. Their teeth mashed together, and he could hear the scratching of enamel against enamel. He didn't know why he hated her guts so much. But fucking her was like an addiction. She represented the type of slutty rich tease that never lets a guy feel he has really conquered her emotions, except for those few minutes when he lies on the floor and groans as the cock drives her through the final moments of hair-raising frenzy.
Her hands were grabbing him on the ears. His were clenched on her nipples, and he was digging his nails into the sensitive tips. He could feel the pain from the nipples trembling through her hot and lascivious tongue. She grabbed him tighter to her, and slowly they moved and fucked standing up.
He stood as still as possible, making her wiggle and step this way and that so that she got his cock to graze against the walls of her vagina. Her hair smelt of the beauty shop, and just to be extra rude, he took his hands off her breasts, grabbed her by the hair, and began ploughing his heavy fingers through the masses of hair, tangling and pulling and tearing it this way and that. She felt the cruelty and could not make herself frightened of it. For pain turned her on. Pain was his masculinity, his power, his sole claim to sexual conquest of her.
She could feel her body slowly melting more and more under the steady and firm application of his giant cock inside her.
Suddenly he flung her on the bed. She screamed, but his cock was hard in her upturned asshole now, and she was paralyzed by his sodomizing fiery touch. Now it was not the pain but the humiliation of being sodomized which made her start to put up a fight She banged her fists against his heavy brow, but all of her fist blows were weak because she could only barely reach him for contact.
Tommy looked down at this big society bull wiggling and cringing and fighting as she lay on her bade with her legs held above her, and her bottom thoroughly penetrated. Her asshole was good and big and it took his prick completely into it He rammed his cock in and out, watching the brown specks darkening his code each time he pulled out of her. Suddenly he was hungry for those brown specks. He pushed her legs higher. She screamed. His cock fell out of her and he leaned over her ass, and started compulsively ramming his tongue in and out of her asshole.
At first he couldn't taste the dark stuff, and then suddenly, as if he had put pepper on his tongue, he felt himself gasping and growing ill, and nauseous. He tried to ram his tongue further up her hole, but the vomit rose in his throat. And when it flooded through his mouth, he just raised his chin and let the flood of vomit fall all along her crack. Then he pulled himself up and rammed his cock through the vomit and the crack, until the force of the cock brought the pink color of her asshole back into visibility.
Holding both her legs with one hand, he started to slash her bare bottom with the other hand, bringing her to such excitement and thrills that she just kept screaming "Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder Tom. Oh God. Put something up my cunt too. I'm coming. I'm coming."
And all at once her big carcass of flesh exploded into spasms, and then sagged into silent submission to his strong, angry holding of her.
With his cock which hadn't yet given out, he lowered her down, and rammed into her cunt and then into her asshole, alternating with fiery force. Her face lit up with new pleasure, and the force of new pain. Slowly the swiftness of his strokes mounted so that she felt only one sense of thrusting in her body. He moved his hands so that they lay flat, open on the back of her thighs. Exerting pressure he totally exposed her sexual organs to his assaulting force.
She could feel his cock driving more and more often into her cunt. And suddenly the idea of his discharging into her made her shiver. She couldn't imagine what he would do once his swollen and enlarged organ suddenly let go, Would he fall on top of her? Would he be angry and furious that he couldn't fuck until he rested?
She knew that everything would be fine once he discharged. But she feared the suddenly plunging force of his lance-like organ, and the shuddering of his body, and teeth, and the droning noise of his fast and heavy breathing. She feared all of this suddenly breaking free. But then his body lunged into hers, and she felt the hot fiery fluid spurting into her cunt.
He grew tense and quiet and firm. He pulled himself quickly off her, fingered his cock which was quickly deflating. His fingers played with the come that was still dripping off the tip of his cock.
For a moment, they both felt embarrassed by the messiness they had caught themselves and their desires up in. And then, they both looked at the stained sheets and burst into a fit of mad and hilarious laughter.
Tom quickly and masterfully started pulling the sheets off the mattress, and wiping off Cynthia's ass with them, he shoved them into the far corner of the room. Then, when they were both cleaned off, he stepped into the bathroom, started the water going, and then came back to the double bed where he again fucked his wife-to-be, and as they sank into each others flesh, there was that humorous question of when he should get back up and see if the water was overrunning the tub. After a few minutes of his cock banging her, she closed her eyes and just forgot about everything but the pleasures of his cock up close inside of her.
He couldn't quite figure out why he would be willing to marry such a big, frothy bitch like Cynthia. It was almost as if her total lade of limitations made her more repulsive characteristics worth the bother of enduring. As he banged away, and felt the come sliding up through his cock, he held his breath and let the cock slid gently into her up to the hilt. It flew into multiple spurts of orgasm, and he could feel her weary and breathless under the force of his easy but firm movements inside her.
They lay in each other's arms, motionless, silent, almost sleeping for several minutes. And then, as if nothing had happened, they both got up slowly, and went into the bathroom. The tub was nearly foil, and he sprinkled some bubble bath into the harsh tub of water.
Climbing into the tub, they sat down in the water, and faced each other. Tommy spread the rich foam over his hairy arms and Cynthia's eyes lit up as he soaped under his shoulders and she saw the long black hairs of his armpits.
"What's the matter, Cynthia?" Tommy asked, trying to worm his big toe between her legs and into her cunt.
Cynthia had a small glob of tear stain at the edge of her eyes.
"I don't know why I like your type Tommy, but, Jesus, you're a sweet handsome bastard."
She closed her eyes tight, as his toe pierced the lips of her cunt, he pushed several toes up into her, and wiggled the stump of his foot against her clitoris.
"Oh....Tommy. God damn you. Use your prick."
"Tommy's foot is the closest to a prick you're going to get until after I finish bathing and relaxing and taking care of my handsome body which your father is going to be so pleased to get into the damn family's name." Tommy said, laughing heartily, and pulling his toe out of her cunt, and throwing the sopping washcloth over her face.
Cynthia spat out the soapy foam that ran into her mouth, and they both started tossing water back and forth at each other. Finally Tommy jumped up in the tub, grabbed her by the back of the neck, and dunked all her fine, thick hair into the soapy water.
He hopped out of the tub as her head came up, and squatting by the side of the tub, he ran his finger up her asshole.
She squirmed and wiggled and giggled at the ticklish intrusion of his finger into her soapy ass.
Finally, as if she were just another man, he slapped her on the back, and told her he'd meet her back in the living room.
"Bastard. Bastard." She shouted, as she had to help herself up out of the tub, reaching for a big towel with which to dry her long, stringy, and sopping wet hair.
After she got the initial spray of water dried off, she hurried to the doorway, and saw Tommy's handsome, muscular body, and she had always like the trim, strong line of his figure.
He was both very masculine and very elegant too. She had always lilted that elegant beauty both in men and women. Marselle de Boit had had that elegant, strong lanky kind of beauty. But, of course, Marselle hadn't a cock, and as she walked into the room, the towel wrapped around her head, she wanted to take a longer look at that cock of his. After all, ii was a nice, thin, strong, proud, and elegant kind of cock, and it did make her feel like a pig when it got inside her, and made her writhe and squirm and worship its forceful poking of her bottom and her cunt.
Cynthia had never been able to make up her mind whether it was natural for a woman to worship a cock, or whether it was degrading. That was why she felt somewhat intimidated by men. They always ended up putting her on the bottom and screwing her like a pig.
Tommy wasn't born yesterday. He knew damn well she had come into the bedroom again, so she could make herself available sexually. She was just a big cow, and she was of no use to him except when he had his cock up to the hilt and she was humble and submissive. It wasn't as if she were beautiful or anything. She was just a good, submissive lay. Besides he wanted to keep the spunk in his balls until he got connected to that Suzy. He liked that redhead. She had an aggressive kind of charm. It got under a guy's skin, and worked its feel down into his balls, until just thinking of Suzy made his cock get big and not being able to stick his cock into her at that very moment made him hungry and sick in his stomach.
There are some dames who are really like poison to a guy. They lure him on. And no matter how many fucking broads he has under him, he still gets jealous as hell when some guy says he has just had the broad, the Suzy type. The type that likes to make men turn on and then wonder if they can conquer her.
Cynthia was mouthing his cock again, and she had her hands like claws up his thighs, and prodding and working into his ass.
"Come on, Cynthia. We have to put our clothes on and get back to the party." he said, coldly, prodding her fingers off his body. And then he wondered what it would be like married to Cynthia.
Already he could imagine her as one of those expensive bull-dykes with tons of diamonds on her fingers, and mink and ermine stoles all over the place.
Well, at least her lesbianism, if it could be encouraged, would keep her from worrying about where he was spending his nights. And Tommy had quite a few interesting places where he would like to settle down and spend his night.
Cynthia wrapped her arms between his legs as he had his backside to her and was starting to pull up his trousers.
Before he knew what had happened, she had her arms spreading open his ass. He tried to get away, but she had some sort of Japanese wrestling hold on him, and he had to stand there and wait for her to get tired of working her big bull-dyke tongue up his ass hole. The sensations were really weird. He felt like a woman, just melting, and hating every moment of it, and loving every moment of it too.
Her big tongue tingled and touched and soothed every wrinkle of his starfish shaped hole, and when she tried to get through the hole, he tightened his hole so hard that even her wrestler's hold could not lessen the pressure. Fortunately, there were still some forms of dignity left to a man, Tommy thought, wiggling free of her after she got tired and stared to let go.
He expected Cynthia to be upset that he hadn't played along with her more than he had. But she had gotten all her pleasure from the weird, degrading feel of licking ass, and he could just imagine her licking and eating the shit, if he had allowed her to go ail the way.
V-?
But there was a limit. If she wanted to go all the way like that, let her go look for another Marselle de Boit!
"You want to poke me more, Tommy? You don't have to be shy, anymore. I'm starting to like you and your little friend here."
"No thanks." Tommy said. "And besides it's not small. I bet Marselle de Boit wouldn't mind getting a poke from it. "
He pulled his trousers up, and left his cock hanging out the fly so she could get a good look at the cock that she wasn't going to get until after he had stuck it into Suzy a couple of times.
"Marselle hates men. She absolutely hates them. I can assure you, there is only one thing Marselle likes, and that's a good rubber dildo. Nice and clean, and well greased."
"That isn't what I hear. The guys say she takes bananas, if that's all that's around. " Tommy said, seriously.
"Why that's ridiculous! Marselle has elegant tastes. She would never allow anybody to poke her with anything as crude as a banana."
"Well, I'll have to poke her myself, and see what happens."
Cynthia's eyes grew big and awe-struck. "You mustn't force yourself on Marselle if she ever comes by when you're around. You wouldn't rape someone like Marselle, would you? I mean, Marselle might not like it She might get really hostile."
"Well, if the opportunity rises, Cynthia, I'll give her the fuckingest rape of her life, and you can stand there and decide for yourself whether or not she takes it and likes it. I've seen Lesbians go ape over a cock. It just has to be shoved in her real hard. That way it has a real good chance of making an impression on her tight stingy cunt.
"How do you know that Marselle has a small, stingy cunt?" Cynthia asked, her eyes bulging, and near rage. Had he ever fucked poor Marselle!
"Well, if she thinks a guys cock is a dirty thing, then she probably has mastered the art of tightening her cunt against the possible intrusion of every man who's ever been in the room with her."
"That's ridiculous, Tommy. Marselle is very polite to men. She just doesn't let them use her, and drop her, and hurt her. It's different, you know, with someone like myself. I have a thick hide. I don't bruise easily, but Marselle is different."
"She's a porcelain saint!" Tommy said, and rubbed his cock a little, before thrusting it back into his trousers.
"Tommy, poke me a little before you go back to the others. I'm still unsatisfied."
"That's just the way I want it, Cynthia. One good fuck, and hungry for another. See you around kid. "
And with that he hurried out before the shoes, and lamps started to pound the dosed door. Cynthia was really not a woman, but a hull When she went into one of her spoiled, rich temper tantrums, she didn't give a damn whose place she destroyed, or whose head she smashed. After all, all her life she had had her father's lawyers to clear up and cover up the debris of her flares.
"What a bitch." Tommy thought, but glad that he had had his moment's diversion with her cunt.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cynthia expected the rest of the party to be just one big bore. But this big, muscular fellow, Donald came, and he brought with him his younger sister, Peggy.
She could tell just from looking at Donald that all he liked to do was to fuck around, and list all the hundreds of names and conquests in a small black book that he probably kept in his hip pocket. Cynthia had always despised' the Casanova type male. She couldn't help but feel sympathy for the poor young girls who come under their spell and don't realize that it's all a-big masculine bravado act. A lot of promises, held together with lies. That was basically what Cynthia felt defined the history of all men.
She could tell right away that Peggy was a little virgin and her brother had brought her so that she could watch everybody fuck and maybe he'd get his end in first. Some brother! Helping his little sister learn to fuck!
"Hi, everybody. Brought my little sister along. She wanted to watch me fuck a few broads." He pushed his sister forward. She was shy but not a wall flower at all.
She had long black hair, with short cropped bangs and long eyelashes, with sparkling brown eyes, and a short quick vibrant smile and healthiness in her face. Cynthia would tell from the way her bones showed through her arms, that her ribs showed too, and her pelvic bones were probably as white and perfectly shaped as ebony.
Cynthia pretended to have doubts about whether she should have come. But it was obvious from her clothes that she was interested in more than just watching. She had this blue silk blouse with short sleeves. And the flow of the silk was matched by the flow of her short mini skirt which was white with big black splotches of polka dots all over it, and across her waist she had this big shinny black belt, which, acted like a silk sash. She had white buck skiing boots with little white pump heels, and delicate zippers up the sides.
Cynthia wasn't the only one who was anxious to get those pretty little clothes off her!
Donald came on strong. Suzy couldn't keep her legs closed, and since she didn't wear underpants on the weekends, Donald got the signal, end within minutes after the conversation had . tinted he was sitting next to Suzy,: and peering down into her bottomless bosom crevice.
Danny and Jim were sitting on both sides of little Peggy. It just happened that the couch allowed all three of them to just sit like that, "ice and cozy, and close.
Cynthia hadn't gone through her affair with Marselle for nothing. She knew damn well that the more they grinned and got ready to grab, the more coy and fleeing the pretty little Peggy was going to get. After all, even a flirt like Peggy doesn't want to get fucked by two at a time. At that age, thought Cynthia, a girl still has some illusions that sex is full of romance and loyalty and protection, and love and passion, and financial security.
What a joke it all is, thought Cynthia, her hands pouring out drinks, mixing, stirring, flinging a little seltzer her, a little there, and all the while her eyes roaming over those precious limbs of Peggy's. She had to figure out a way to get the girl into the other room. What would Be a good excuse? she asked herself. And then it dawned on her, that if there were more girls. they wouldn't all be clawing after Peggy. In fact, with more practiced broads, they would eagerly drop Peggy for a while, until they got their cocks relieved more professionally.
Cynthia moaned and groaned and yawned. "I'm so exhausted from the luck Tommy gave me. I think maybe I'll go lie down and take a nap."
Suzy laughed. "That's right, Cynthia. Walk out and leave all the men to me. "
Danny came over to Cynthia, and began to put his arms around her.
"What's wrong, sweetie, don't you get enough attention. I'll go into the bedroom and give you a good poke. I may not have all the good breeding and good manners of Tommy, but I sure know how to make the broads wiggle. I got photography to prove it. " he said, a broad knowing grin flashing between himself and Suzy.
Cynthia had seen some of those lascivious photos. But frankly, Suzy could paste photographs of her being lucked all over the walls, and it wouldn't turn Cynthia on. There was something too dramatic about Suzy. It was as if all her passion was directed to some sort of audience, and the photographs just confirmed this suspicion that had always been in her mind.
"Oh, you really don't have to tell me about those photographs, Danny. They really made it quite clear what was happening. "
Everybody laughed at Cynthia's remark, and Cynthia was glad that her brown-nosing was working. After all she had let Danny fuck her enough so that the least he could do was stay out of her way and let her get Peggy for herself. All's fair in love and war and all that crap. So too it should be all fair in fucking, except that people like Danny like to have all the feminine attention under their own cocks, and they didn't like to see a girl writhing from the kisses and tonguings of another chick.
"Well, I really must go take a nap." And with that she began to undo the buttons of her dress.
"I wouldn't mind taking a nap either," Peggy said yawning a little, as she gazed into Jimmy's big sailor eyes.
"After all if I'm going to watch an orgy, I have to get the weariness of the bus ride out of my brains. I can sleep in a different room, be; cause I don't want to bother Cynthia with all my chatter."
"Don't be silly, child. I can sleep with a roomful of people talking around me. When I say I'm going to sleep, I'm going to sleep, come hell or high water. " Cynthia assured her.
Donald's eyes were glittering. "That's a good idea Peggy. You go rest, dear. I'll call you when the orgy's on and my cock is pumping away. "
"Honestly." Cynthia said, about to criticize the vulgarity of his speech and then thinking that maybe she ought to be thankful that he was encouraging his sister to go for a nap.
"Where should I sleep?" Peggy asked, getting up and looking around the apartment.
"You come sleep right here with me, darling." Cynthia said, and quickly pulled the girl into 'he other bedroom where there were nice dean fragrant sheets.
Danny just stood in the hallway, annoyed. But Donald explained to Suzy that he wanted his sister to learn everything there is to know about sex. And that he wanted to give her her first fuck tonight. That way no stranger would fuck her up with a lot of bad technique and clumsy banging away at her cunt
"After all, I may be a rake." he explained, "but I always give a chick a good fuck. "
"Do you?" Suzy asked, interested. "Would you like some of this special liquor I bought just the other day? It's Aquavit. Hungarians and hot peasants drink it all the time, and also gentlemen of leisure. It makes you want to fuck and fuck and fuck. So you either have to be so poor it doesn't matter if you stay in the hay all day and all night, or you have to be so rich, you don't give a good god damn ether you ever get a lick of work done ever again."
"Well, I'm neither a peasant nor a man of ire. " He explained.
That's all right, Danny." Suzy said, in her most husky tone. "It'll put hair on your chest. And besides my cunt is beginning to grow tense looking at all those strong muscles in your hands. Why don't you just drink some Aquavit, and I'll drink some and then we'll just he down and fuck like the peasants or the gentle people of leisure. You know, all my life that's all I've ever wanted to do was to just fuck and fuck and fuck. But my damn daddy insisted that his daughter go to college before she got married. If it wasn't for my damn daddy and his damn rules, I could be married to some nice count who was fifty or sixty, with nothing to do all day but fuck and fuck and fuck. "
"Why bother with the old ones?" Donald said, his voice practically whispering lustily into her throat.
"That's what I like to hear, big boy. Why wait?" Suzy moaned, as she watched him take a hair-raising hold on the bottle, down several gulps, and turn his burning, frothing lips onto hers.
Danny and Jim were about ready to either break them up and work out a more sociable arrangement, or to break into the bedroom where Cynthia and Peggy were sleeping. After all, they were men and they didn't get any kick sitting in the room, just watching. But it was obvious that Donald and Suzy were motivated by the Aquavit and that theirs was going to be a highly personal, intense lay.
Then, the bell rang, and the day, or now It was really very much night, was saved. Karen and Herbert were back from the races early. They had met two young women at the races, and they had got to talking and the girls wanted to go to an orgy. And by now Karen had that Herbert was not as precious and naive about sex as she had thought So she decided and explained that she would let him fuck all the girls he wanted, and he could even hide both of these dames, so long as he accepted die fact that he couldn't fuck Karen herself until after the marriage. It wasn't that she was being a prude or that she feared fucking. It was just that she would be happier if they were married first It was just an ideal and she wanted to hang on to it even if it was a bit old-fashioned.
Herbert wasn't going to argue the point, and he decided that Karen would probably loosen up on her ideals once she saw him fucking one chick after another. Even a puritanical loadstone like Karen has jealousies that can be aroused if you pick away at them often enough..
The girls were Lydia and Marilyn. They were both secretaries.
It was only a matter of minutes before they had their clothes off and Danny and Jim were taking turns giving them the lays of their lives. After all they wanted an orgy, and what could make things easier than two more than ready and eager cocks pumping away into their moist and practiced and eager little cunts. Both girls thoroughly enjoyed the worldliness of Danny, and the wide-eyed eager innocence of Jim.
Karen thought the whole thing disgusting, but she was a good girl and kept her opinions to herself. All she wanted to do was to go into her bedroom, take off her clothes, and lie down, and maybe even take a hot bath. Maybe, since Herb was being such a gentlemen, she might even let him stay with her, and watch her undress. After all, she had heard married women say how nice it was to have their husbands soap them while they spread out in the bath.
Karen felt now that she could rely on Herb to be trustworthy. After all the house was full of whores, so there was no need to attack virgins.
But, of course, the first thing she did when she opened the bedroom door was to scream. There was Cynthia with a giant dildo strapped around her hips, giving a fucking to some strange, enthralled girl.
"Now, Now. Don't get excited, dear." Herb said, as he quickly closed the door, and ushered the poor Karen into the other bedroom where fortunately nothing was happening, even though the room smelled a bit musty and the sheets had been torn off the bed.
Karen flopped down on the bed. "I don't understand how this could all have happened to me. I never believed I, of all people, could end up holding the lease to a house of vice."
"Now Karen. " And Herb suddenly felt that now was the time to just fall on top of her, and he felt sure that she wouldn't even fight if he just rammed his cock up her dress and broke that virginal barricade between her clitoris and the hilt of her vagina.
"Oh, Herb." Was all she said, as he stripped off her clothes, and without bothering with sucking, kissing, petting or anything else, he just rammed his cock up, and after several blows, the ramrod slid right through and he could feel her orgasms flowing hot and heavy over the head of his cock.
Karen who had feared the forcefulness of the cock for so long was suddenly aware that all her fears were melting away, and that Herb's cock was the most beautiful and marvelous sensation she had ever experienced. She could feel his marvelously strong and pliant hands stroking her cheeks, as he watched the expressions of joy and happiness and sexiness flow over her face. She held herself perfectly still, so that she wouldn't push the cock out of her vagina. Little did she realize that the cock was so deeply inside her that it had her pinned down, and there was no way she could get rid of the cock without Herb's wanting to pull it out of hex.
Herb was hungry for a hit of ass fucking, but he decided he had better, wait on that. And then, too he wasn't dumb. lie knew they had taken no precautions, and although he had assured Karen that he wanted to marry her, yet, her cunt wasn't exactly the best cunt in the world. In fact, he decided quickly that he had better make her come several times, and then when his own balls started to rotate and spin the spunk up, he had better ram her one in the ass. That way all she can say is that he broke her hymen. Then if he wanted to marry her to protect her honor with reference to the broken hymen, that was something he could do after he had lucked her several months more.
It wasn't until he felt her soft and clinging under him that he realized he wasn't in love with her at all. He had just been turned on by her soft, feminine rejection of his desire to give her a good poke.
Now that he had her boiling and foaming and turning under him, he felt nothing but contempt and pity for her. She was as still and enduring as a marble statue. He had slept around enough to know that when they begin with that type of stiffness in their bones, they aren't going to get much better' when they get married. If anything, they decide to watch television rather than get into bed and get fucked.
Karen sensed nothing of this. She just lay there and she tried very hard not to seem shocked or difficult. But inside her body she was going through changes, and she had never imagined were possible. Strange and vulgar desires shot through her loins. She then began to get a still deeper sensation, and she wondered what was happening to her. Then it was like a convulsion.
She tried to get Herb to stop ramming his cock into her, but she was paralyzed by a new desire to experience everything. The cock went deeper and deeper up into her belly until finally she felt it riding and banging about inside her like the kicking feet of a baby.
She thought she would die of embarrassment, as her own body had become one writhing mass of orgasms, and moanings of sensual desires. She couldn't even stop herself from urging him to fuck her more and more. Like a common whore, all she could do was invite him to bang her further and further. It was filthy, this thing called sex. How she hated it. She was acting just like a wanton slut.
She suddenly pulled herself together, and started to push Herb off her before he doused vagina with sperm. She had anticipated a heavy fight with him. But his cock pulled out of her immediately. Thank God, she thought, but then he grabbed her legs and held them over her head. Oh no, she thought with terror, and there was nothing she could do. The ramrod broke through her asshole in one quick brutal stab, and its tip burst with spunk, as soon as it got into the hilt of her ass. She didn't even had time to scream. That was how, fast he had fucked her bottom.
She rolled over and wept. How could she ever marry him now that he had seen her take such a degraded position to a man? Oh, she never wanted to see him again. She hated him.
Herb, on the other hand, had decided that he never wanted to waste a good fuck on the likes of her again. Already, while she was weeping and moaning he himself was planning on how to get rid of her. He thought of simply telling her she was a bad fuck, but he decided that she was too repressed to realize that there are some things that simply don't change, and her virginal way of fucking was one of those permanent parts of her prudishness.
He started to put his clothes on, and he decided that he wouldn't say anything right now. He would wait til some later date. But she didn't give him any chance. She quickly, quietly, and nervously got out of the bed, and she calmly put on ail her clothes. Then she turned to him "I'm leaving this dump of an apartment right now. And if you follow me, I'll call a cop. I don't want to ever see you again. And that goes for that slut of a college roommate, Suzy. I'm leaving, and I don't want anybody trying to stop me."
"Now. Now!" Herb said, pretending to be dreadfully hurt and shattered that she hadn't liked the fuck.
"Now nothing. You're all a bunch of pigs. It's disgusting and shameful, the way you all live. You ought to all be put in a mental hospital somewhere. "
"Now. Now." Herb repeated, inwardly delighted that she hated him as much as he hated her.
"Now, you just stand there, until I have a moment to get out the door. I don't want the others to know what happened here, and to try to convince me that I should give you a second chance. You're just a filthy bum. I can it forgive you for what you've done. You're evil!" She packed her few belongings together, and rushed out the door, slamming it so hard that it momentarily disturbed everybody lucking. But when they say that it was just Karen rushing through the hallways, and they decided it was nothing important, no matter what it was. Everybody knew that Karen was really just a waste of breathe, a bit of bad breathe.
CHAPTER FIVE
While Herb had been giving it to Karen, Suzy and Donald had been getting to know each other much better. They were both stone drunk, but they were sucking, and touching, and pawing at each other's genitals with a force and intensity that made this, their third luck of the evening, quite an experience. Suzy liked Donald a great deal. He had this very long, heavy cock.
It touched his belly button, and it was marvelous to suck on and to push in between her legs and feel its thick length go into her vagina like a big water pipe main.
And it was a good thing for birth control pills. She could get as drunk as she wanted, and just lie there all day and all night, letting any man who wanted her to just stick his big cock in to the hilt and give her a big jolt of that great liquor: fucking sperm.
She would love to be able to sit down at breakfast and pour sperm all over her eggs, and her pancakes, and stuff some of it between her legs, and dab some of it under her ears for perfume. There was nothing more marvelous than the white foamy and frothy spunk that men loved to pump up her vagina. How she loved being fucked. There was nothing like it in the world. She loved being fucked and fucked and fucked.
Suzy opened her legs, wider and wider, inviting him to give it to her harder. When she was about to go wild, he hurriedly got her up on the couch. Then he told her to have her orgasm right in his mouth. He quickly crouched under her, opening her cunt up, and running his fingers and tongue along the red, flaring membranes. She fought feebly under the quick licking action of his tongue, but soon her body tightened up, and then broke forth into a flood or orgasm, the salty taste of which flowed into Donald's eager and panting mouth.
They both fumbled and sought each other out for a good solid session of fucking. Suzy had climaxed but she still hungered for that good strong cock of his rammed nice and deep into the fiery furnace of her never satisfied vagina. Donald had no desire to frustrate her. He climbed up on the sofa, made her suck his cock for a few seconds, while he watched his cock growing hard, and firm, and strong. Then he motioned her to open her legs.
He bent down, and, like a hypodermic, his cock slid up her cunt. Her fingers climbed down the length of his body, and grabbing onto the strong mounds of his buttocks she urged and moved him more tightly into her. He had soft skin, with silky hair. The more she tried to force it to the pressure of her fingers, the more it slipped away from her grasp. But she didn't have to urge him on much, and it was only a few minutes before she was lying impaled by the monumental force of his strokes, and thrusts into her cunt.
Donald was more agile in bed and in the art of fucking than Suzy had expected. His thin blonde body made her expect a quick, swift luck from him. But now he had been pumping into her for more than a half hour. And the fact that he hadn't come yet, didn't bother him in the least. He seemed to be one of these Casanova types who liked to fuck each girl just once, but to do such a good job that she remembers and longs for him while in other men's arms.
Suzy could feel her breathing growing rapid and hungry. His cock kept banging and banging in her cunt, and she could no longer remember whether she had any sensation there at all, or whether it was just a strange kind of Monotonous pleasure-pain. She felt his teeth giving her little bites and kisses all over her neck and shoulder. She tried to duck the bites because she didn't want those dirty little love marks to be visible when she went back to the college dormitory for the weekdays.
Suzy tried to hold his head, and to do the kissing for both of them. But he soon rammed his tongue down her throat, and French kissed her until the pressure in her cunt began to turn into marvelous sensations, and her mouth was limp and moist and starved for the full force and way of his tongue's fierce strokes. His fingers were on her breasts now, and he rested on top of her body by laying the full force of his rib cage on top of her. The dull ache turned into strange weird delight, as his finger massaged and pinched and poked her nipples into ecstatic pleasure, pleasures which wandered the full length of her body and made even her toes reach out for the touch and fierce kicking of his own toes against hers. There were no portions of their bodies that were not in wild, fierce, intense touching, rubbing and fucking contact. And yet, everything was slow, and calm, and determined. Without having openly forced her under his will, he had slowly come to dominate and coordinate the desire in every limb of her body. She couldn't climax because he was slowly stimulating all of her, and yet she could feel a tenseness in his cock, and soon enough, all of the energy that had gone into his tongue and his toes and his fingers would be re-centered into the hard swollen force of his cock. Then she would have no other choice but to groan and moan under his accomplishment, his well disciplined and sturdy cock.
She lay there, feeling his fingers all over her body, and his cock moving slowly up and down her vagina in a regular, painful, and pleasurably slow rhythm. Her body ached and longed to bed him to fuck her hard again, but she knew that if she begged, he would just laugh and chuckle to himself, and in his good time, he would start to give her the fuck she was preparing for.
"Oh, Donald, give it to me, baby." she moaned, against her better instinct.
"Say please, Suzy."
"No. God damn you."
"Say, please give me this beautiful and long cock. "
"Please...." Suzy said, determined not to utter the rest of his despicable order.
"I'm going to pull all of my long cock out of you Suzy, if you don't start to convince me that you really are dependent on my cock for all your pleasure. "
"No, don't pull it out I worship it Oh, keep it in. Keep it in."
"Do you love me, Suzy?"
"Yes, Yes. I love you. I love you. Oh, that feels so good when you give me one damn long stroke like that. Oh. Your cock is marvelous. I want to get fucked and fucked and fucked." Donald arched over her and began to pummel his cock into her in fast quick jabbing strokes. Her hands on his buttocks flew off his skin, as his cock and body banged into her.
Her body was soft, yielding, and obedient and totally dependent on his thrusts now.
He pushed his hands down under her bottom and pushed her vagina up into his pelvic, so that his jabs went deeper and deeper. Her hips wiggled and tried to help him direct his rapid repeater blows deeper into her cunt. She moaned and her fingers grabbed onto his strong shoulders, as if she were having a baby and the pains were mounting terribly. His ass bobbed in the air, and his hips lodged and bombed his cock deeper into her cunt, until finally all her reserves broke down and she wept as the orgasms broke and coarsed through her body.
They fell limp for a few minutes into each others arms. But his cock was again growing hard, and his partial discharge had been but a little of what he had yet to fling into her hungry vagina.
Before she had even a chance to show renewed interest his cock was ramming into her cunt with renewed force, fire, and violence. She opened her legs and tried to circle them around his waist and hips so that he would get what he wanted out of her cunt. He grabbed every centimeter of opening she gave him, and then biting deeply with his teeth into her shoulder, he rammed his cock in and the whole tip of his cock broke loose, washing her full length of vagina with his warm, milky fluid.
When he was through, he rolled over on his back, and closing his eyes, resting for a few minutes. Suzy tried to stroke his handsome blonde brow, but he pushed her away. She then began to put little kisses all over his body, and when she put her tongue to his nipple, she saw the masculine rod stiffening. He raised his hand and brushed her away, but she had touched his nipple enough to see that whenever she dabbed her tongue against it the sensations not only made his chest shiver, but his cock started to stir and erect itself, even thought he quickly brought up his legs and tried to stuff his penis in between his thighs, as if by cushioning it in his own flesh he might make it stop making a fool of himself by going erect as soon as a woman touched his nipples.
He fought her hungry gaping mouth off his balls, but soon he decided that it wasn't worth fighting over. So he had susceptible nipples. It was one way of getting this chick down on his balls!
Once she had his balls in her hands, Suzy lost no time covering the sweet strong bulbs with her tongue and she was soon trying to figure out how to get both of them into her mouth. She felt his giant cock laying in the space between her neck and shoulder. Too bad, she thought, he can't stick his cock into my cunt while I suck on both his balls.
But Donald had something else in mind, and while she worked on his balls, he pulled her sweet asshole down onto his mouth, and his tongue soared up in that sweet smelling little perfumed hole of Suzy's. He wanted to get her good and hot and receptive there, and then with the hard on she was giving him, he was going to implant his cock right up her ass, and give her the poke of her life.
Suzy had nothing against that, and she sensed that the best thing for her to do would be to work his cock into such a fervor that he wouldn't think of doing anything else but giving her the ramming of her life.
There was nothing Suzy liked more than cock. Balls interested her, but not as much as cock which always showed its excitability by growing larger and larger, giving her something good and strong to suck on, and to stick inside her belly.
Don's cock was panting against her throat, and instead of taking the cock into her mouth, she just dug deeper into the pouches that carried his balls, and just to show him that she wasn't ignorant of how to turn a man on, she spread open his hefty thighs and ran her hands under his balls, and her fingers prodded their way into his ass. He tried to push her ass off his mouth now, and to get on top of her so he could be the conqueror. But he found himself impaled on the couch in his prostrate condition, as she rammed three fingers up his resisting ass, and her mouth still had one entire ball inside and her tongue was washing it with warmth that was driving him crazy. Whenever he resisted too much her mouth would take a deep sucking action on his ball, and he would soon be banging his fists against the sofa cushions.
Suzy always felt powerful when a man began to gasp and cringe under the force of his sexual need to gain relief. She needed that cock in her several times a day, but men were no better. They panted when that hole wasn't available.
Although she could have continued to suck and eat his balls, the forceful panting of his cock against her throat made her hungry to start fucking again. She twisted round, and lying on top of him he stuck his hard cock in her crack and then slid down, covering her body and taking the full length of her cunt onto his body.
Suzy breathed with deep and pleasurable relief as the cock filled her vagina to the hilt. What a wonderful sense of accomplishment to get a cock warmed up and then eager to get inside her cunt and give her a good poke, and a good jab, and a good long flood of sperm.
As Suzy began to lose control and to writhe and twist on top of him, he rolled her and himself over, so that now he was right on top of her, and his cock was riding her channel like a boat coasting intensely through a resisting storm.
She clawed and struggled to get on top of him, but he wouldn't budge, and every now and then he would bang his belly down on hers so that she would flatten out, winded, and stop giving him trouble.
Donald got a great deal of fun out of fucking Suzy. She could never completely let the man run things. She had a viperish, always hungry quality about her.
He decided that he wanted to relieve his cock of its great weight and so he jabbed it in with a few quick strokes and came, paying no attention to whether or not she had yet come.
Suzy moaned with fury as she felt him taking his pleasure and leaving her panting.
She opened her eyes suddenly. And she saw him grinning.
"Don't worry, Suzy, we're going to give you some more Aquavit, and make you squirm on the floor while we each take our jab of you."
"You're sweet," she said, sulkily, trying to wrap her fingers around his shoulder and bring him down more firmly on her.
"And you're just a nice, sweet, husky, lush .cunt, Suzy."
He climbed up and made her lick the come that was dripping out of his prick. Suzy took the deflated organ into her mouth and sucked on it with great eagerness.
Donald watched her suck on his deflated cock. It meant nothing to him now that he had taken the pleasures he wanted.
But Suzy couldn't accept that, and she was eager to get all of his cock into her mouth again, and to get the cock to inflate, enlarge, and break into her juicy cunt all over again.
Suzy sucked and sucked, but the cock grew only slightly larger. Finally she started to kiss the tip of the cock, and to work her tongue against the little opening at the tip, gently widening the thick layers of skin, and pushing the foreskin back with her fingers. The cock grew larger for a couple of minutes, and then Donald rammed the cock into her throat, enjoyed himself a bit, and pulled himself completely up off her.
"Let's see what's going on in the kitchen and bedrooms. " he said, a blazing grin on his face.
Suzy was always disappointed at the thought of having to watch other people fuck. But, she had no choice, and besides, she was growing hungry for a fuck from Jim again, and Herb hadn't fucked her yet that evening!
CHAPTER SIX
While all the fucking was going on in the other rooms of the apartment, Cynthia and Peggy had begun to know each other, intimately.
It had been a progressive type of intimacy. First they had talked about their schools and the girls they had met, and the first time they had done it with a girl. And then they had started to get ready to take their naps, and Cynthia had helped Peggy undress, and then Cynthia's hand had admiringly caressed the little girls' thin hips, and then the tips of her breasts, and then, coming closer and closer, they embraced, and their hands grabbed for each other's swathe. Only after the first intense feeling up, did they take time out to get back into bed and enjoy the leisure of sprawling out on the big double bed and hungrily mouthing each others cunts.
Peggy was shy after the first few moments. It was as if, after the first sensations were over, she wanted to leave. But Cynthia knew about the furtive gestures of young girls in schools, and she decided that it was time that Peggy began to learn to thrash about in bed for hour after hour. She tried to drive her tongue into the girl's cunt, but Peggy was tight. Only by taking her fingers and digging them into the crack of Peggy's cunt, was Cynthia able to break through the girl's reserve.
Peggy allowed Cynthia's swathe to graze against her cheek and mouth, but she would not mouth and eat the head of Cynthia's cunt.
After Cynthia had had a slight taste of Peggy's sweet little cunt, she broke the 69 position and decided to sit at the side of the bed and have a talk with Peggy while stroking her beautiful, lithe body, and her shoulder length black hair. It was such beautiful hair, and fell so nicely onto her white ebony shoulders.
Cynthia began to fed very self-conscious about her own matronly big bosomed body. In some ages, a big bosomed woman was die ideal. But nowadays everybody favored skinny little creatures like Peggy. And Cynthia favored them too.
That was what she most wanted to convey to the desirous little creature, who just lay there, playing with her pretty little mini skirt of black polka dots. It looked like such a small size now that it was off of Peggy.
Peggy's breasts were not small, but not large either. They were just right for Peggy's body. They had the shapeliness of much larger breasts, but were of medium size. The tips had very sharply erect nipples with pint circles radiating around them.
Cynthia bent down and took the nipple into her mouth. She rolled her tongue in a circular way, so that she coated the entire aureole, and then the nipple itself with the hot moisture of her lascivious tongue. Slowly Peggy began to move around on the bed, and to grow enticed by the gentle lure of the feeling tongue that went nowhere over her body except the one nipple.
Cynthia worked on the nipple a bit longer, until Peggy began to move her legs, and then Cynthia grazed her hand against the length of Peggy's small, petite body, while Cynthia stroked the flank of her thigh.
Although it was very obvious that Peggy had not done much with her Lesbian girlfriend except perhaps slight kissing, yet, she still showed signs of becoming a good student. Peggy's hand touched Cynthia's and moved it between her thighs. Cynthia continued to suck and soothe Peggy's erect nipple and as Peggy guided her hand deeper into her swathe, Cynthia started to rub Peggy's clitoris with her fingers.
As the girls' moans began to increase, Cynthia started to insert first one finger and then two into the crack of Peggy's cunt.
Peggy resisted that sudden, abrupt invasion, so Cynthia quickly went back to massaging the out sides of the lips, and slowly, the massaging began to increase in vigor, and Cynthia felt hot moist orgasm flowing onto her hand.
Now she knew Peggy's resistance was definitely broken down. But there was the other problem of Peggy's virginity and her hymenal membrane. Cynthia didn't want to break the membrane, for that would reveal to Donald what they had done together. And yet, Donald didn't have anything purer in mind for his sister!
Realizing that Peggy was going to get her first fuck at the orgy, Cynthia decided that it would serve the others right if Cynthia broke the hymen herself. She didn't bother going down on Peggy and eating her. She decided that the best way to handle a virgin was to just give it to her quickly. Cynthia pulled her dildo from under the pillow. She always carried it in her large purse, and while Peggy had been undressing, she had carefully slipped it under the pillow for just that right moment.
Cynthia couldn't tell whether or not Peggy knew anything about dildoes. And just to prevent Peggy from getting unnecessarily upset, Cynthia had Peggy roll over on her side. While Peggy's back was to her, she slipped on and fastened the dildo to her body. Then she began to furiously work her finger into Peggy's cunt, so that Peggy was frantic with desire by the time that Cynthia rolled her over, and climbing on top of Peggy, she rammed the dildo in as quickly as she could.
Peggy screamed a great deal, at first But there was no obstruction of the dildo by the hymen, and this proof against Peggy's claim to virginity merely enraged Cynthia further. She had listened to many shy girls, but Peggy had the greatest capacity for speaking virtue and then not being able to produce it when the time for such proof arrived.
Cynthia's dildo glided through Peggy's cunt, bringing the girl to rapid orgasm. Cynthia was not however satisfied with one mere orgasm. She loved to see the pretty little thing panting, and thrashing about on her dildo. Until they were all dry and hysterical from the fucking, Cynthia never felt certain that she had really satisfied them as much as could any man.
Peggy grabbed at Cynthia's big boobies and began to massage and press into each of them with her fingers. The two girls were passionately kissing now. And Peggy's little tongue was licking Cynthia's tongue which kept invading her mouth and pummeling it with kisses and darting, desiring thrusts.
They both had erect nipples by now. As Cynthia drove her dildo deeper and deeper into Peggy, she allowed her breasts to sway and rub themselves against the highly sensitive and lovely little breasts of Peggy.
Peggy concentrated on moving her hips so that the dildo drove into her cunt and went up through her vagina to the hilt.
"I love you. I love you." Peggy kept saying softly.
"You're a dear creature," was the kindest thing Cynthia could say. For she knew that Peggy was only a step away from talking about love with every man and woman who fucked her. Peggy was just another Suzy. Only it would take a few more years before the boldness would reach its full force.
Cynthia grabbed the little girl's breasts fiercely, and plunged her dildo deeper and deeper until the girl was crying aloud with desire and the urge to orgasm. Cynthia shoved the dildo in with a couple of strong, virile thrusts, and before Peggy could scream any further, she had climaxed again and was sobbing and kissing her newest lover for bringing her such beautiful pleasures.
Cynthia was delighted by Peggy's admission to the total pleasures of love making, and she kissed and stroked and petted the girl, until Peggy had a chance to calm down, and then they just lay next to each other kissing and stroking and whispering mutual comments on how beautiful the other was, and how marvelous they had both felt when fucking.
Peggy was much more relaxed with Cynthia now. And she began to ask Cynthia where she had first become devirginized. Cynthia was a bit shocked by the question. For Peggy was behaving as though Cynthia had been her first lover. So Cynthia decided to simply ask her.
"Tell me first, Peggy, who was your first lover?"
"Oh, you mean, why didn't I have a hymen and all the bleeding and all that." Peggy said, giggling.
"Well, if I am your first lover, I should have a few rights, like breaking it myself." Cynthia said, trying not to seem too prudish or pompous or moral about the whole matter.
"You must never tell Donald I am telling you this." Peggy said, kissing Cynthia sweetly, and not saying another word until she had got Cynthia to promise not to mention any of the following to Donald.
"Was it your father who gave it to you, or your mother?" Cynthia asked, suddenly laughing. There was some innocent, flirtish quality about Peggy that made Cynthia fed it must have been a domestic shame-shame that lost Peggy her hymen.
"Not exactly. It was Donald."
"Donald! I thought he brought you to the orgy so you could watch and then maybe he could teach you a few things about how to satisfy his big egotistical cock. "
"That's not fair, Cynthia. You mustn't think of Donald as a rival. He is just a man. Men are all babies. One must let them think they own everything, and then after one is married, one can reorganize their knowledge."
"I swear Peggy. If you continue to talk in such a world-weary tone, you're going to give me the creeps. Did you let me make love to you so that I could have some sort of an illusion?"
"That's silly, Cynthia. We are both girls. Girls have no illusions."
"Only jealousies." Cynthia said, dryly.
"I told you, Cynthia, that you mustn't be jealous of Donald. I won't let you sleep with me anymore if you insist on saying cruel things about my own brother."
"Brother! He must be some sort of sex maniac to fuck his own sister."
Cynthia had no sooner opened her mouth when she realized that she should never have said what she had just said. After all, Cynthia had a few too many ghosts in her own closet.
"Very well, Peggy. Donald is a sweet fellow, and I am willing to agree with you about his being a baby. In fact, if I know anything about men, he's a very big cry-baby when he doesn't get a girl to give him all his wants and exactly when he wants. "
"It isn't what you think, Cynthia. It was an accident, his breaking my hymen. All he meant to do was to look at it."
"And his cock slipped in!"
"Not exactly, just his finger. " Peggy said, not quite sure whether she was being tricked into showing a side of Donald's personality which she had unwisely denied existed.
"Now, Peggy, how could his finger have slipped in. I mean, to break a hymen, it doesn't break easily. I mean he must have thrust his finger into your, pretty little cunt."
"Well, I have feelings too. It wasn't his fault. I merely wanted to stress that Donald went all the way, but with his finger only. I was so young at the time, he could very easily have excited me with his finger in my cunt, and then quickly lunged his cock up into me. I would have been frightened, but if I had been excited enough, I probably wouldn't have objected too much. "
"You know, Peggy, the way you talk. It's frightening. How old are you. Seventeen? Eighteen?"
"Age has nothing to do with sex, Cynthia. Some very old people still have never fucked, and they don't even seem to be aware that fucking exists."
"The ends don't always justify the means, Peggy. A few old prudes don't mean the rest of the young ones should go wild. "
"What rest of the young ones? How many young ones have you fucked, Cynthia? Not many, I bet. I am very profound about sex for my age, very willing, very mature. My brother has given me the right outlook, and I frankly agree with him. The best way to catch a good husband who will support me in good style and back Donald is to learn a great deal about sex while all my peers are wandering around in ignorance. There is a great deal of money to be made in this world, and sex is one of the easiest and fastest roads into the millionaire class."
"I happen to be a millionairess!" Cynthia said, somewhat terrified at the thought that perhaps someone had set this till up, so as to get her into some mess similar to what she had got into with Marselle de Boit. Oh! Unhappy memories!
"I don't believe you. What would a millionairess be doing in a dumpy side street apartment like this! The kind of rich people I mean are those who wear nice gowns, and rings, and have long hair worn in big tiers. "
Cynthia couldn't refrain from laughing. Marselle de Boit all over again. The fantastic desire for fame, glory j and scandal, all with money used for the glue!
Peggy came over and slapped Cynthia across the face. "I wish I had never let you make love to me. You're just a big bag of jealousies. You're just the kind of person who will be trying to get invitations to parties out of me when I marry and am well-to-do."
Cynthia was somewhat abashed by the slap across the face. Yet, she now felt absolutely convinced that Peggy had no idea that she was a millionairess. Cynthia decided that, since she liked the girl, there would be definite advantages to letting the girl stay ignorant of what kind of wealth would surround her if she was smart and came to Europe at about the same time that Tommy and her would be on their two month honeymoon.
Cynthia was beginning to like this situation a great deal. Now all she had to do was make a good appearance with Donald, and Donald would go along with everything Cynthia wished. For hadn't Peggy said, Donald wanted someone to set him up in business or something.
Cynthia was dying to tell all of this to Tommy. After all, Donald could keep Tommy at the brothels during her honeymoon, and it would be easy and convenient for Tommy to make Donald his business assistant. Cynthia's father would be pleased by the appearances and most upset if he were to ever discover what duplicity lay underneath the most perfect social marriage in the social register.
Cynthia could barely bother herself with kissing Peggy. All she wanted to do was hurry the girl on a boat to Europe and get her away from any intruding adult.
Cynthia's mind was racing and racing and racing. But finally she decided that she must be clever about all of this. She must even perhaps think it through, test it over a bit more before telling Tommy. She might even let Peggy sleep with Tommy first. That would give Tommy an extra enticement for letting Peggy be on the same boat on which they would be traveling on their dear honeymoon.
But most of all, Peggy must be kept in the dark until Tommy and Donald have had a chance to work everything out.
Cynthia was no fool, particularly about sex. Peggy wasn't really sure what she wanted, a man or a woman. And it would be important to have Donald control her, otherwise she would be likely to meet some pretty boy in high school and decide that rich people were not so important. To be fucked by the captain of the high school basketball team was much better than Cynthia, or Tommy, or anyone!
Peggy was lying on the bed, stroking the soft curves of her own body. Cynthia bent over and kissed the soft down on her belly. "Why don't we take a quick shower before we go out into the other room and watch all those silly people pretending that they are having more fun than we have had?" Cynthia said.
Peggy was delighted with the idea of taking a mutual shower and having a chance at a mutual feel.
The water cascaded over their shoulders. Cynthia had a towel around her hair. She didn't want to get it all wet all over again. Mainly the water fell on Peggy, and Cynthia washed and soaped down her lithe ebony white body. What a beautiful creature she was! Her waist was so small, and her buttocks had such a perfect roundness. It made 'one want to pinch them.
Peggy enjoyed all the attention, and her body particularly bent and wiggled as Cynthia soaped her cunt and asshole. In fact, it was only a matter of a few minutes before Peggy was resting in Cynthia's arms, and Cynthia was finger fucking her to climax.
Oh. Let's go back to bed and fuck." Peggy moaned, as the sensations between her legs overwhelmed her, and she could barely stand up, as her insides heaved with desire and longing and the physical forcefulness of having a lover inside her.
After they had finished showering, they climbed back into bed and began passionately kissing, and stroking, and feeling each other in each other's cunt.
They hardly remembered that there were other people in the apartment. And they cared less. All they wanted they had. Cynthia drew Peggy to her, for more love making.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In the kitchen, quite an orgy scene was going on: four guys and two girls. And the two girls didn't look the least bit upset about having to do double work, all evening!
Tommy had come out to the kitchen after having fucked Cynthia who was still in the bedroom with Peggy, napping!
Herb had fucked Karen, and by fucking her, scared her away from the apartment and him forever!
Danny and Jim were about to start fucking with Marilyn and Lydia, the two broads that Herb and Karen had brought back with them from the auto races.
So, in the beginning at least it was going to be Danny and Jim against Lydia and Marilyn-with Tommy and Herb on the side lines, watching. But that just made them frustrated. And the girls took to fucking so well that before long Herb and Tommy were on the floor preparing to ram their codes into the girls' mouths and asses, while Danny and Jim took the first fucks out of them.
Still another bottle of champagne was opened up, and that gave everybody a sense that there was plenty of fucking, and good liquor too.
Lydia and Marilyn were both blondes, but of quite different types. Lydia was short but very heavy boned, and slightly plump, especially around the hips. She had a thick black pussy which made it immediately known that she was a blonde by virtue of her hairdresser and peroxide.
Marilyn had very petite features, was tall, and had heavy black mascara make-up on, so that she looked as if she had just got in from the opera. She had thin, well sculptured meek muscles, and long, dainty elegant fingers, with long enameled nails, and everyone of her gestures was done with poise. Her lips were full and she wore a heavy red lipstick which set itself off well with her green eye shadow.
Danny was immediately attracted to Marilyn, and Jim instinctively pushed his way toward Lydia. For Jim liked the ones that looked like real tigers in bed.
Jim and Lydia on the floor in no time at all. He undressed her after undressing himself. He licked her cunt, after she sucked his cock. Finally he pulled up a chair, sat on it, and made her sit on top of his erect cock, so that they both looked down and watched his cock slowly seeping up into her vagina. Lydia watched the cock disappear into her. She had a peculiar look of surprise on her face. And Jim had a big sailor smile. There was nothing he liked more than seeing his cock going into a nice juicy cunt. As she began to move up and down, he felt his cock sliding against the walls of her vagina, and it became sore and aching with the pain of friction and the increasing desire. He had to make her sit still on it before he started to come. His cock was so sensitive and irritated by the contact that Lydia had to hold him in her arms until his cock began to deflate enough so that she could climb off it and let him go to the sink and throw some cold water on it.
Jim hurried off the chair, and throwing some cold water on his dick, he squeezed it, and slapped it until it calmed down, and looked so deflated that it would never erect again that evening. But after bringing it down, Jim knew exactly how to start it on its climb again. He brought Lydia into the living room where Suzy and Donald were screwing, and taking the Aquavit away from then, he said to Lydia, It's chug-a-lug with this stuff. I screwed Suzy earlier this evening just after one or two slugs of this stuff. It's great. Great for parties, and most important for orgies."
"You screwed Suzy? Is that her?" Lydia asked, glancing at the panting, sexy redhead on the couch.
"You some sort of Lez or something, looking at her that way and all. " Jim complained.
"Don't worry, sailor boy. When I get through with you, you're going to be so sore from fucking, you'll be frightened of women for a week or two."
"Yeah." Jim said, "Have another slug?"
Lydia drank up, and before she had finished, Jim was hot upon her, and they fell to the floor, kissing passionately, and fucking right away.
Jim once again found himself on the verge of coming, but he held his breathe and kept pumping away. Gradually he got used to die hotness of her cunt, and he took his fuck with more leisurely, gingerly stride.
Lydia developed a marked affection for Jim's ass. She make his stop fucking and climb over her so that she could ream him. He was shy at first, as he had never done this at a woman's demand before. But as her tongue excited his asshole and made him bend over so that he opened up more widely, he decided that she was a good reamer. She licked and kissed and bit into his asshole, and then, quite unexpectedly, she rammed her finger straight up into his bottom. Jim squealed like a girl, and she giggled as he struggled to his feet, and then quivered before finally pulling himself off her finger There was a slight uncorking sound as he pulled his asshole away, and when he turned around she saw that he was very offended and furious that she was trying to make a fool out of him or something.
"Don't look so angry, Jim." Lydia said, slowly coming to fear him.
"I'm not angry. I'm just looking at you." he said, sitting down beside her.
"Say, what do you girls do for a living? You both look so striking. You some sort of movie stars or something. " let s say it's not exactly being a movie star, but it's very close. We do a strip tease act, and pretend that we are Lesbian lovers. It really freaks the guys out to watch us dancing around up there, and sort of feeling each other up, as we strip. And then we neck a little, and touch a little. And a lot of guys never do figure out whether it's an act or whether it's for real. "
"Well, is it for Teal?" Jim asked, the terseness of his voice making it very clear that he was against the idea.
"Of course not But it's a good show business gimmick, and frankly I like using gimmicks. It gives everything a more professional ring. " Lydia explained.
She pulled him toward her, and he grabbed her tits in his hands and they sat there looking into each other's eyes.
"So what do you do for a living, besides being a sailor?" Lydia asked, her eyes brilliantly alert and challenging.
"I used to drift mostly. And then I got married when I knocked this local girl up. And I drifted for a few weeks after the wedding and then her old man who owned this big construction company came over to the apartment one night with a revolver in his pocket and he told me I had better support his daughter or he would have one of his construction boys fling a few bullets at me in the dark so that I would wake up. He said, and probably still says, that all I needed was a challenge, something to get me off my ass. "
"So you joined the Navy?"
Jim grinned, wryly. "Eventually. I was sort of dumb. I mean I tried to become one of those good hard-working husbands for about two years then I joined the Navy."
Lydia grabbed his cock, and held and rubbed it while he played with her boobies. He looked so dean cut, so innocent, so amiable. She couldn't imagine him bring domesticated and holding a job and being nice to a wife. He seemed like the innocent fellow who has never done anything but what pleased him at the moment. Somebody who is always friendly, but never reliable. She liked him because in her business she met a lot of drifters, but they often were the mean, hoody types. The ones who like to empty a chick's checking account during the few days they drift into her life.
"Yeah, it was quite a thing, my marriage. I worked for the local police department first. The old man wanted me to do construction work. But I figured he'd be on my back all the time. It was a nice little small town, and the mayor was a good friend of the old man's, and the mayor and the local priest decided that it was a protection to the community to get me saddled with a nice job protecting all the old ladies. I had a way of making old ladies say to the mayor that the police department was really becoming alert these days. I used to drive over right away whenever an old lady made a complaint about the neighbor's dog or something. And then I'd spend the whole afternoon listening to the old lady, and having a cup of coffee and some pie, and then I'd go listen to the neighbor's side of the story. It was sometimes weeks before the neighbors would stop calling the station house every day. But I had this sort of clientele of old people who wouldn't be satisfied unless I myself came over and arbitrated the neighborhood problem, and then I began to get calls from mothers who were having trouble with their daughters and fathers who couldn't find their sons. Soon the local priest began to get jealous, and he had to spend more and more time at the rectory doing church work since I was spending eight hours a day listening to the problems of the parish. "
"Well, didn't that make them happy that everybody felt you were doing a good job?" Lydia asked, feeling the size of his cock starting to grow and his sexual desire beginning to make him pant a bit.
"No, of course it didn't make them happy. The priest did all the counseling for free. But I was doing it with the tax payer's money. They got very upset, and so they put me on giving out parking tickets. But that was a real drag. All the parents I used to listen talk about their kids now got parking tickets, and everybody would slip me a little to take the tickets off their record. So I would do it for nothing. But then I didn't have my quota of parking tickets. The captain told me I would be through as a cop if I erased any more tickets off the ledger. Fortunately it was a very nice small town, so nobody had to assert authority until things accumulated. "
"And they did?" Lydia suggested.
"Of course, they did. I was never made for cop work. I'm not one of those people to make the citizens pay because they put their cars where they aren't supposed to. I can see where in a bit city, there has to be some sort of system. But in a small town, it's too small to make such a fuss over."
"Well, so I suppose you stopped being a cop?"
"Sure, I resigned because I sensed they didn't like me. And besides, I was tired of being a cop. So anyway, after I stopped being a cop, then I drifted around but her old man started to get nervous again. So I told him I was interested in starting up a hot dog stand at the beach. It was summer. Or, at least nearly summer. It was about March. So like the idea seemed a bit preposterous to him. So I told him that it was my only idea, and he decided that if he cooperated and set me up, maybe by the end of June, I'd be pulling in a respectable amount of money.
"So I set up this hot dog stand. But a hot dog stand is very complicated because you have all these teenagers. And like I'm very sociable anyway. So like you have to be sociable, and like I wasn't getting any head off my wife after she had the baby. I got a little, but she wasn't good for me anymore because she reminded me of all my responsibilities, and like I had lost my freedom because I married her. We hated each other, me and my wife. So anyway, a man's got a sexual drive, and like I said to myself, I got to make bread for my wife, and I got to be personally satisfied, otherwise I'm going to go crazy with my problems.
"So like one night this young chick says to me as I'm out in back picking up a new Pepsi case. She says, 'Hey, man, you want to ball?' And like a man's got a sexual drive, and this chick's picking up that I'm a sexually frustrated creature because I hate my wife and I have to work at the damn hot dog stand all day.
"So I says that maybe I do and maybe I don't, but like she had these tits that made me want to eat her all up. So I took her into the bushes, and I didn't say I was going to fuck her. I just said I wanted to go into the bushes with her.
"But like, she's got her hands on my crotch, and I'm going crazy trying to talk her out of it, and like suddenly I knew that I wasn't interested in talking her out of it because I never would have brought her into the bushes if I didn't think I was going to fuck her. So I made it like she was seducing me. That way if something happened, I could tell her it was her problem not mine.
"But like the chick didn't get pregnant or anything. And like in the bushes, we really fucked. We fucked at least three times. I forgot all about the hot dog stand. She had this thin melting kind of body, and well stacked for a young chick, and her swathe was all moist and fluid. That always turns me on when you reach down and they're all wet down there with their desires and things. So I got my cock between her legs and I started giving her a good cocking, and she starts panting and telling me that I'm the best fuck she's ever had. And I'm a good fuck, so I figure she's going to give me a good deal since she realizes that I'm something worth holding on to. So I fucked her, and then I gave it to her a little in the ass, and then I frigged off and made her swallow it. I gave it to her all ways, and it was a very good fuck.
"So like she wants to know when she's going to see me again. And like I tried to explain to her that I'm a married man and I got a hog dog stand to run, and like I can't see her more than once a week. But like she explains that she's got to have my cock in her real soon, like tomorrow afternoon. So like I thought to myself, maybe I better make arrangements to give it to her tomorrow afternoon, and then sort of make it less and less often. Sort of wean her away from my cock.
"So anyway, I make a date to see her in the afternoon. I show her the back door of the hot dog stand, and I tell her I'll be in the Rest Room and she just has to come in there, and I'll give her a good cocking.
"So like, my wife insists that I drive her to the super market so she can buy the week's groceries. And then her father's back at the house waiting for me because he doesn't like the bills that I'm running up so as to keep my hot dog stand running. And like between my wife and her old man, I forgot all about the chick. But I meant to fuck her, as soon as I got out of the house. But when I got to the hot dog stand, she wasn't there, and like it was two hours late. And so like she calls up the house, and she asks if I'm sick or something. And like my wife's a drag but she has a few clever moments. So she tells her that I'm not sick and that she's my sister. And so the broad says that she had a date with me but I didn't show up and that was why she was wondering if I was all right.
"So anyway, the old man and my wife come down in the big car, and they raise such a scene that I have to close the hot dog stand before the whole town knows about this chick calling the house.
"And then the old man says he's not putting another penny into the hot dog stand, and I had better take a job in the construction business, and consider myself lucky to get even that
"So like I worked in the construction business for two days, and then I just walked out of the whole scene. I did right by them though. I signed all the papers and everything for the divorce and all. And like the old man said I didn't have to pay alimony since he was rich and all. All I had to do was get out of his sight and never show up again.
"So like I don't see those people anymore. But I don't miss them either."
"That's so peculiar. I mean being married and not being appreciated. I've never been married." Lydia said.
"It's a bad scene. Stay away from it. Wrecks you for life." Jim warned, his voice growing hot and intense. "Give me some of that pussy. I'm hot."
Although Jim began by taking her pussy into his mouth, he soon had more interesting way of relieving himself. He spread her legs wide open, and pierced her cunt with a cock that looked fantastically large in comparison to his balls which jingled between his legs, and grazed pleasantly against the bottom edge of her pussy.
Jim had little interest in necking now. All of his attention was on watching his cock slide in and out of her cunt, and finally he saw beads of sweat falling down her face, and over her bosom. Her breathe was increasing and her breasts were jogging up and down as he plunged his cock deeper and deeper inside of her.
This was his idea of a good fuck: a new girl, a brief bit of conversation, a good solid fuck, and then a goodbye kiss.
She reached out and began to stroke his belly and to edge her finger into his belly button as the rhythm of their fucking started to lead her to the point of orgasm.
He lowered himself over her, and took her head in his hands. Holding her tightly to him, he began to thrust his cock and hips into her with a special kind of violence, special because it was so intensely personal. For a few brief moments their rhythm was as if something they had invented for themselves. Then as he forced his cock to bang harder and harder, he felt her cunt start to give way, and soon his cock moved about freely inside her, his cock now moistened and totally lubricated by the fluid of her insides. The lubricating action excited his cock, and within a few thrusts his own desire burst into spasms of released orgasm.
He buried his head in her shoulder, and she wrapped her arms around him. Although he held come, he kept his cock slowly moving about inside her. And only after they had rested in each other's arms for some time, did he let the cock slip out. Then he rolled over and lay with his belly to the floor, and he extended his hand to stroke and play with her tits. She lay there, her eyes closed, and her hand stroking his.
CHAPTER EIGHT
While Jim and Lydia had been screwing, Danny had been getting familiar with Marilyn, and Herb and Tommy were helping with a bit of psychoanalytical advice. For Herb suggested that poor Marilyn might get maladjusted to the orgy scene if she had three males sticking their cocks in her all at the same time. Herb suggested that first they begin with oral discipline, then anal, and finally genital sex. Thus, it would have an accumulative and broadening influence on Marilyn's disposition to sex.
Marilyn herself was only interested in getting fucked and she was more than willing to simply leave it up to them as to how they wanted to do it.
Danny decided that he didn't care what the others took of her, but he wanted the cunt. Herb was willing to go along with that. But Tommy said that he had just given Cynthia an ass fucking of her life, and he was himself in the mood for the cunt. Danny said that that was too bad, but the apartment was Suzy's and he was Suzy's boyfriend, and as Suzy was busy getting fucked by Donald, that meant he should receive proper and polite compensation. In short, he was going to give it to Marilyn in the cunt, and if Tommy didn't want the ass or the mouth, he could go somewhere else.
Herb, sensing that this was going to be a long and difficult negotiation went into the living room to get his pipe and the bottle of Aquavit. He noticed that Suzy and Donald were still going at it strong, but Jim and Lydia were spent. He smiled at all of this, and decided to hurry back into the kitchen and see if things couldn't be speeded up in there.
Danny and Tom were going strong on Marilyn. Her big black eyes were staring intently as they twisted her on her side, opened her legs so that one was way up in the air, and they both were shoving cocks into her cunt and her ass. She had never had her body held for u her in a vice, and her flesh just pummeled impersonally with two large cocks. Her breathing was like little screams, but she obviously was not screaming for help!
After both men had relieved themselves of sperm, they rolled her on her back and they took turns making her lick their cocks as they jabbed the long instruments into her mouth. Herb saw her legs convulse with a longing to have a cock inside her again. So he hurriedly got down in place and began to run his cock up into her. Her entire body squirmed with pleasure at the contact between the lips of her cunt with the hard, firm, angry pressure of a ramming cock.
Herb was going strong when slowly he began to find that he could not jab as strongly, and slowly it began to dawn on him that he was losing his erection. That had never happened to him. In fact, it was something that he had read about occasionally with great horror and he had always had a very low opinion of a man who couldn't keep it up. He kept pumping away, but his cock had less and less effect, until finally Marilyn asked him angrily, "Why isn't it sending me off?"
"Don't worry, baby, you'll get yours." he said, angrily.
And with that he took his limp cock out of her for a moment and began to vigorously finger-fuck her. But while he was fucking her with his index column, he kept thinking about Karen and wondering what she was doing with herself now that she was through with him. Although he hated her guts, yet, now that he was thinking it through he decided that maybe he hadn't really finished his relationship with Karen. Maybe he had just answered her hotheaded virginal anger by getting morally indignant himself. Maybe he should have tried to cuddle her a bit, and reassure her that sex would get better still if she just let him give it to her several times a week.
"Oh, you're impossible. Impossible. Quick. Somebody make him stop toying with my cunt. What does he think I am a teddy bear? Oh, Tommy, that's nice." she uttered, as Tommy pushed Herb aside and rammed his powerful cock up into her vagina to the hilt.
Herb suddenly got a good strong erection. But he had no intention of wasting it on Marilyn. Tommy screamed like a virgin, as the cock pinched and then slipped up into his ass. Herb rammed it in a few times, and then as he was getting ready to give Tommy the screwing of his first homosexual experience, Tommy turned around, twisting Herb's cock out of his behind, and he rammed his fist smack into Herb's face. Herb reeled over, and landed first on his ass, and then he was spread out flat on his back. Tommy got up quickly and was thinking about attacking Herb further, but then he decided that one good smack in the face had put the scholarly Herb back in his ivy-league polite professor's groove.
"If there's one thing I hate it's a repressed closet queen." Tommy shouted, getting up and hurrying to put on his clothes.
"Come on Marilyn, I'm taking you over to my place. You come to Danny. We can get another broad on the way over."
And while Herb lay on the floor, nursing his hurt jaw, and his doubly injured pride, they all put on their clothes, and walked out, slamming the door behind them. The slamming of the door really touched one of Herb's sore spots. This seemed to be the day for people to reject him.
He wandered through the room. Suzy and Donald were still fucking in-depth. Their kisses were long, breathless movie length kisses. It was hard to know whether they were enjoying themselves or torturing each other's endurance.
Jim was lying on the floor, his arms folded like a pillow under his head, and Lydia was going down on him. They looked like the nicest couple Herb had ever seen. He was pondering whether to try to wedge his way into the two couples, or whether to take a chance in driving back to the college dormitory and seeing if he and Karen could work things out.
Finally, it became very clear to him that he hadn't any place here in the apartment. For better or for worse he had better drive back to the college and see if Karen was in. He had a suspicion that by now her first experience of fucking would have become something less hysterical than when it had just happened. In fact, his mind held visions of his taking her in his arms and finding the second and third fucks still easier.
Thus, he hurried into his clothes, and closing the door gently, he went down to his car. The night was summer cool, and he had a renewed sense of vigor as the dry pleasant wind crossed his face, and ruffled his hair. It was such a complicated thing, sex. Maybe it wasn't worth the trouble. Maybe it was.
CHAPTER NINE
Herb parked the car outside the dormitory. Technically, he was not supposed to be in the dormitory after midnight. But Herb knew his way round, and he managed to get from one corridor to another without any of the night personnel waking from their slumbers on their dull hours of protecting girls from bad boys sneaking in.
When Herb got to the little foyer where the candy machines were kept, he decided to make the bravado gesture of stopping for a few minutes to get a chocolate bar. It was a weekend night, which meant that most of the girls were away visiting those relatives that they always seem to be so eager to visit with come Friday afternoon. The guards were not like policemen anyway. With a nice, clean cut fellow like Herb, all he would have to do is assure them that he had some innocent reason for being in the dorm, and they would probably be willing to chat a bit and then move on.
Herb washed his candy bar down with some chocolate milk that he got from one of the other machines. Then he started that nerve racking business of going up to the third floor to where Karen had her room. There was always the chance, of course, that Karen would grow hysterical at the sight of him, and raise such a fuss that Herb would end up having to explain to the Dean of Girls why he had felt impelled to chitchat with Karen at such an hour in the morning. But Herb wasn't dumb. He knew that if Karen had an ounce of intelligence in her prudish skull, she wouldn't start any curiosity because Karen had a few things in her own life that could benefit from a slight bit of investigation. After all Suzy was hardly an old aunt whom Karen visited each weekend.
And the thought that Karen was no longer a virgin made him feel really good inside, as though he had contributed something to society: the destruction of a hymen. Not much by modern standards. But in ancient times, it was a real proof of masculinity.
As he walked tip-toe down the long corridor on the third floor, he came to room 310, and knocked lightly, There was no answer. So he knocked again, a bit louder. And Karen's tearful voice called out, "Who is it? What do you want? Go away. "
Herb thought of opening the door, but he decided to knock again and see if he couldn't get her to open the door and invite him inside herself. The third knock brought a disheveled and angry Karen to the door.
"What the Hell do you want?" she said, as she threw the door open, expecting to find one of the other girls in the dormitory at the door ready to ask her for the right to borrow an iron, or a scarf, or some other silly thing.
"Herb, darling, I'm so glad you came back. Hurry in. " Karen whispered, throwing her arms around him and making him feel very loved, cherished, and welcome.
Herb decided not to act too shocked! Maybe she was absent-minded about the tantrums she throws now and then!
"I thought I'd drop over and maybe we'd hop in the sack." he said, lighting his pipe once he was safely in the room.
He sat down in one of the high backed chairs, and took a few puffs, trying not to let his nervousness show. He was watching her out of the corner of his eye, just in case she was letting him into the room so she could perform some act of feminine violence, like throwing furniture at him and called the campus cops in to take him to the authorities as being a molester, a rapist, or whatever it is sex hungry girls like to call their advancing mates.
But Karen seemed to be bubbling with goodwill toward him.
"Mother was very sympathetic Herb, and it's just marvelous what she and daddy are prepared to do fur us."
"Oh really." was the most Herb was willing to say, but already he felt the tightening grip of a web grabbing him in.
"So you told your mother, of all people, about our little exploration this afternoon."
"Well Herb, I thought it best to get it out in the open. After all, these things do happen. That's what mother and daddy said. And I thought that if they could look at the whole situation so calmly, who was I to be unreasonable! Now it's all going to work out all right. It's simply a matter of deciding where responsibility lies and of acting accordingly. After all, we all are such mature people that there is really nothing at all to even bother talking about, because it's all so simple."
"I'm sure it is!" Herb said, getting up, and walking around, trying to distract himself from throwing a fit of rage at the way she had openly immediately, and completely thrown the whole matter to be hungry jaws of her parents-the biggest gossips in the whole damn world. And Herb could just hear Karen's mother on the phone to all the other socialites: "And our poor Karen and that darling Herb had this dreadful accident the other night. Don't you remember, it was the same type of thing that lead Mr. and Mrs. Jennings into getting married way back when. But of course they were made for each other anyway. That's why their marriage has been so perfect. I told Karen that these things happen, and that only very backward people would refuse to see how common such accidents are. The important thing is the man's intentions. And, of course, in this instance Herb was at our door the next morning, begging us to let him still marry our poor Karen.
"Well, as my husband said, if it had been anybody but Herb who had done such a dreadful thing, he would have broken his neck. But of course, Herb has always been like one of the family. So what could we do, but encourage them to get married right away. For we want them to have everything that will make them happy. But I just thought I ought to tell everybody about the accident first. That way, they know that there's no secret in our family. We have faults, but so do all our neighbors. It's just the way it is, 'the way the world turns' as they say on T.V...."
Herb's mind could have imagined Karen's mother still more and more. She was one of those people who has both a vulgar mind, and a high knowledge of etiquette. She pits one against the other and makes everybody eventually frightened of going against her whims, ways, and orders.
Karen wrapped her arms around Herb.
"You want to marry me, don't you darling." And, after a few seconds, "After all daddy has a heart condition, and mother likes you so much. I mean darling, if anything were to happen to daddy, there would be just mother and you to run the grocery chain, and mother doesn't know anything about business. She just likes to be protected with money, and jewels, and servants, and things the business allows her to own. But business itself would bore her to death. You have such a talent for understanding things, and the world, and all those matters that mother would be so helpless at figuring out. Even if daddy's condition doesn't have a fateful termination, daddy has always wanted a male heir. You know he had. After all it should be easy to please him, if we were living together and had nothing to do but enjoy ourselves. "
"You mean fuck?" Herb asked coldly.
"Must you use that filthy word, darling?" Karen said, trying to stifle her fury and disgust.
"I want $25,000 a year salary for doing anything in your father's business. Also I want a codicil in the will saying that if we have a child, the child, male or female, gets an ample trust fund, and if your father dies, I get to run the business so that I can directly control and safely see to it that our child's fund flourishes as its years advance."
"Well, I don't know? Daddy.. "Karen sounded sultry in her dismay and bafflement. She was offering him money if he would marry her, but she hadn't expected him to be this open in his way of accepting the offer.
"Talk to Daddy, and tell me what he says." Her said softly, as he took her in his arms and began to remind her of what it was like to be loved by a man. He knew well enough that she would be a sexy thing for about two years of marriage, and then slowly she would withdraw back to her hatred and disgust theory. But by then he would have what he wanted out of her, and by then he would be in a position to buy the mistress he wanted on his nights away from his home, and his wife, and his damn family, conceived and born to please her daddy.
Karen tried to stall on the idea of being fucked again. She tried to persuade him that she would have to go to the doctor and get fitted for a diaphragm or get some pills or something. But Herb reminded her that her daddy wanted an heir. And so it was that Karen took off her nightgown, and laid down on the bed to be fucked, for the second time in her life.
She was more tight this time than the first time. Her cunt was like a brick wall. After Herb had licked her pussy until he felt his tongue was going to break off from the attempts to open her up, he decided to just jab her a few times with his finger. After all why scratch one's cock on a stone wall?
The finger irritated her stony sensibility. She wiggled her hips, and moaned with annoyance. Herb tried it now with two fingers, and he started rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. The moans began to sound more earthy, more real, more sensuous, as though she were suddenly getting the same sensations as earlier in the evening when she was alone in her room lucking herself with her own fingers.
The only way he wanted to luck her now was up the ass. He could tell that all during the miserable years of their coming marriage, that would always be his favorite way of getting even with her whenever she bucked his authority in any way. Maybe the climax of their marriage would be one night when he got her drunk enough to luck her up the ass in front of their little kiddies. That would really leave her screwed up the rest of her fife!
The mountain wall of her cunt slowly started to respectably give way to the force of his finger and the mounting application of his thumb. He climbed on top of her and shoved his cock up, but before he got it all the way in her, she tightened up so quickly that he had to stop mid-way, and massage her breasts before he slowly worked his cock up into her. Now she was groaning and moaning like a pig, and Herb wondered whether her melodrama would like an ecstatic dream to the girls in the next room, or whether they would suspect some man had finally worked his way into the dormitory. He continued to fuck Karen, but now he gently held her to him, and he said to her softly, very softly, 'Could you be a little more quiet sweetheart? The girls next door might suspect you're being laid."
The thought of an audience gave her illusions of stardom immediately.
"I'll try darling, but this is, well, you know how it is. "
"Yes, dear," he said, ramming his cock full blast into her while she still was imagining the world's limelight on her, her and her suffering!
He coddled and cuddled and wooed her, and then as soon as she climaxed, he rolled her over, and opening her bottom with his thumbs, he quickly inserted his prick through the web shaped hole. She really screamed now, and all of his firm resolve disappeared. He pulled his cock out, and stuffed his hand down her throat.
"Are you out of your mind, screaming like that?" he said, in a harsh whisper.
"Don't tell me when to shut up." she yelled, as soon as he raised his hand off her mouth.
"You get out...." and he muffled her voice again. Now there was a banging on the door.
"Are you all right dear?" a sleepy voice called out.
"Go to Hell!" she shouted, and then suddenly realizing that the girl might go to the house mother and get the keys, she decided that she had better get to the door and smooth things over.
Karen slapped Herb's damn face, as she climbed out of bed, her ass still sore from his brutal penetration.
"Just a minute. Just a minute. I have to put on my robe." Karen shouted. Then she opened the door a crack.
"What's all this noise?" she scowled at the girl who was knocking.
"Nothing dear, except that you've been screaming in your sleep. Can't you dream silently?" Karen looked the girl over coldly.
"Sorry." she said finally, and slammed the door. How it hurt her pride to have to be meet to such an intruding nobody! Some freshman, or some visiting weekend college guest or something.
"Stay away from me," she said to Herb warningly. "Next time, I'll have them arrest you. What's wrong with your mind? Didn't anybody teach you even the basic facts of life? You stick the god damn thing in the woman's vagina. God damn you, Herb."
They stayed in each other's arms for another hour, his cock riding up her ass every now and then. She still moaned and sobbed, but he had lucked her again, and his sperm and his baby was probably being born, so she had no choice but to let him have his fun with her ass in bed at night. But she vowed that if he ever tried to ass fuck her again, she would divorce him as soon as the baby was born.
He really couldn't have cared less, as he was planning on getting a mistress in a couple of years. So she lay there, her ass and cunt sore, and he with his dick deflated but content.
Each was lost in a reverie of how marriage was inevitable, but it wouldn't be a life long ordeal. Karen was already wondering what her next husband would look like.
She hoped he would be more dignified than Herb. Perhaps if he was an old man, he wouldn't want sex.
Then she could have a lovely mansion, and spend all her time traveling and meeting new people, and seeing new places. Nothing bored her more than the idea of a family, even though she had always been brought up to feel that a family was the only thing in life worth having. But, she decided silently, if she has one baby and then divorces, it isn't as though she rejected society, things just didn't work out.
Surely nobody would expect her to stay married to a man who does nothing all night long hut fuck her in the ass!
CHAPTER TEN
After Herb left Karen, and was walking across campus in the dawn light, he met Tommy and Cynthia. It seems that they were friends for the first time in quite some time. Cynthia was talking about the honeymoon, and the boat trip to Europe. Herb could barely keep up with Cynthia's plans. For it seems that everything revolved around the girl Peggy and her brother Donald.
Cynthia put her hand on Herb's arm.
"You should have seen the way Donald fucked his own sister. The poor thing, she loved every moment. "
At that, Cynthia burst out into her long, sensuous, and vulgar laugh.
While they walked along laughing and talking, Donald was up in Suzy's apartment, laying in the big double bed, and Peggy was sleeping next to him. Suzy and Jim were in the other bedroom, and Danny had gone off with the girls.
As Donald squirmed around in his sleep, his hands kept exploring for his sister's swathe. Slowly he would worm his fingers into her cunt, smile happily, and then roll over, and go back to sleep again.
Peggy lay awake. Her mind focused on the memory of his fucking her in-front of everybody, and of the way Jim had tried to break it up between them. She couldn't understand why Jim should have become so indignant at Donald fucking his own sister. After all, Donald had been finger fucking her since she was ten years old. It was something that she didn't mind, and now that he had gone all the way, she really was very happy and satisfied. Now she could imagine other men wanting to do it to her. For she had always been able to tell when a girl had let herself get fucked for the first time. The girl had a casual attitude toward men. She felt like a mature woman, a mature temptress.
Peggy knew that she would have to sleep with many men before she became an actual temptress. But at least Donald had given her a good start. Her mind kept flashing back to the way it had all happened.
Peggy and Cynthia had come out of the bedroom. Donald and Suzy were in 69, sucking languidly at each other's genitals, Jim and Lydia were on the floor sleeping, or perhaps just dead drunk.
Cynthia was completely bored with the scene. She wanted to take Peggy back to her home. But then she decided that it would be a mistake to introduce Peggy-to her family. Her family would never believe it was just a friendship between them.
So Cynthia found herself sitting on the floor with Peggy, watching the wild heterosexual scene happening all around them. Peggy was very excited and pleased by all this, and she wondered why Cynthia was being such a wet blanket.
"Don't you like sex, I mean heterosexual sex, Cynthia?" she asked.
"If you had seen as much of this as I have seen, you would know that it is not love, or even romance. It's not like what you and I will be having with each other, Peggy. I really must talk to your brother. I think it's time that he and Tom sat down and planned a future for you."
Peggy was wondering what kind of future, Cynthia had in mind, but she didn't need to be told. Already she could see herself wandering from one place to another, always following Cynthia around, and Cynthia being sweet and wonderful when they were alone, and bitchy as hell whenever they are out in public and a handsome man winks at Peggy.
Peggy was determined not to let Cynthia get in the way of her desire to have men fall all over her. And she was particularly disgusted with the way Donald was not relating to her.
She was also frustrated because Cynthia had kept her away from the orgy. Now everybody was gone except for the two couples who were never going to try to help Peggy get away from Cynthia. What Peggy realized most about her love making with Cynthia, was that Cynthia could not love anyone. She would always love Peggy, so long as Peggy was a complete Lesbian.
Peggy knew that it was hopeless to try to point out to Cynthia that what she called her complete love was really a very limited thing. For Cynthia did not see how possessive she was. In her eyes, the fact that she was having an affair with Tommy and that she was even planning to marry Tommy meant that Cynthia was very broadminded, and that she had absolutely no jealousies. All afternoon she had told Peggy about being fucked by Tommy, and all it had meant was that Cynthia was trying to say, 'see how casual I am about sex'? "It doesn't bother me no matter what it turns out to be. I couldn't possibly get sexually jealous."
Now as they sat in on the end of the orgy, Peggy bitterly said to herself: Cynthia's so damn casual about sex, she purposely made sure the orgy was over before she let me come out.
Peggy threw off what few clothes she had on, and climbed up on Donald's strong blonde back. Donald was not greatly muscular but he was well built, well hung, and he had a firm toughness that always excited Peggy and made her want to throw him over on the grass and kiss him all over. She had always loved Donald more than anyone else. She had always tried to pretend that she was attracted to other men, other boys. Now she was even willing to let him think that she was having an affair with Cynthia. As long as Donald saw that Peggy was sexually interested in everybody, he felt that there was nothing wrong in his asking her all about her sexual feeling, and in finger fucking her a little so that she understood what sex was all about.
Although Peggy liked Cynthia, and Jim, and Tommy, and all the other people, the true love of her fife had been Donald. She had always allowed him to play with her girlfriends in front of her, because she always liked to watch Donald making love, and then, while watching, to transfer and reverse things, so that she could imagine his strong beautiful arms encircling her, binding him to her body, his moist lips kissing hers, his love being directed solely at her. And always when he looked up, her eyes would have to become suddenly cold and objective, as though her mind had been thinking nothing really. And what made her relationship with Donald both possible and peculiar was that Donald never realized how intensely jealous she was of his girlfriends, how intensely she wanted him for herself.
For it had never dawned on him that any human being could so completely conceal desire as Peggy had done all the years of her life from about age four when he had brought her to her aunt's house one day, so that he could be free of her so he could spend the day with the girl next door. He had been only about fourteen then. But even being just a child, Peggy had sensed the invasion. She had perceived that Donald belonged to girls now, and that she was a child, which was somehow something quite different.
Donald wiggled, trying to get her off his back, so that he could go back to slow fucking Suzy. Also Donald accurately perceived the dazed jealousy and fury in Suzy's eyes. She was not used to sharing any man with another woman, and her eyes revealed a determination never to have to convert herself to the sharing system. A fuck was what the most aggressive woman got, and Suzy was the most aggressive woman around. Or so she thought.
As Donald twisted and turned, he became very excited having his little sister's body pressing against his own. And when he finally got into a Sitting position, his cock was sticking straight up, and he was beet red and blushing. But Peggy had her hand on his cock right away. She had never seen his cock so closely available to her, and now she couldn't restrain herself any longer. Donald recognized the obsessive impulse which was guiding Peggy, and he decided to let her suck his cock for a half minute or so to relieve the force of her frustration. Then he would draw her off and remind her that Suzy was his date for the evening.
But Peggy had learned a great deal about sexual technique from sleeping with Cynthia. She didn't shyly touch him. She grabbed him by the cock, and dug her fingers into his balls, reaching further under, and stabbing him directly in the asshole with her index finger. He perhaps had meant to resist, but instead he opened legs, and Peggy's finger went deeper into his ass. His head arched back, and his cock started to ooze with sperm. Peggy worked his cock harder in her mouth. Now that he had partially come, he couldn't overcome his biological urge to let her take him all the way. But his mind still resisted, and he groaned to Suzy and the others to get Peggy off his cock.
But Cynthia, contrary to what Peggy would have expected, rushed over and pushed Peggy down harder so that both Cynthia and Peggy were going down on Donald.
With Cynthia's powerful arms, she was able to raise his legs so that he was spread eagle like a woman, with his cock and his ass exposed to their penetrating tongues.
Suzy sat by in a drunken stupor, totally fascinated by these two women who had obviously gone mad!
Jim was holding on to Lydia's nipples, and contemplating whether he might be able to lure Lydia into going down on Donald too. way, he could go and get Suzy, take her in one the bedrooms, and continue the fuck he had been giving her very early in the evening.
Lydia, however, liked her Jim, and as they sat up watching the youthful Donald being raped by his sister and his sister's lover, Lydia kept her hand firmly around Jim's cock.
Although Donald was writhing about as his cock was about to spend itself in Peggy's mouth, yet, one didn't have to be very bright to realize that he was no longer fighting very hard at all. Like a Michelangelo slave readily giving himself up to the sensuous intoxication of bondage, Donald was luxuriously running his hands through the girls' hair, and holding their heads closer to him. Finally, however, when his cock was in the final stages of shooting off, Peggy jumped up, and lowered her cunt down on the lance-pointed cock.
Because she held her Ups apart, his cock slid in without any difficulty. Peggy pumped her cunt up and down on Donald's cock, and as his hot seed spurted up into her vagina, she nearly fainted from the orgasm which broke forth within her own body. For a brief moment, brother and sister clasped each other, like lovers, and only as the height of passion wore off, did Peggy instinctively roll off Donald, leaving Cynthia climbing on top of him and ramming her tongue down Donald's mouth. Peggy was a bit shocked and puzzled that Cynthia was so instinctively drawing Donald's attention away from the act he had committed with Peggy. It was very convenient for Cynthia to help Peggy in this way. But she couldn't help but sense something deeper behind Cynthia's actions.
Peggy was suddenly embarrassed at the way Jim was looking at her-as if he had never seen a woman before. And when Peggy glanced at Lydia, she noticed a peculiar butch glint in Lydia's eyes.
Then Peggy remembered that that girl she had momentarily seen Lydia with was very petite and feminine and all. Peggy looked at Cynthia and tried not to let Jim and Lydia see that she, Peggy, knew that Jim wanted to fuck with Peggy and so did Lydia! Peggy had read about Troism in one of Donald's 'under the mattress' books, but she had never seen it done.
Peggy wanted to talk to Donald about whether he had liked being fucked by her. But she could tell that Donald was embarrassed by what had happened. He was sitting up now, stroking his cock as though he was shocked at what it, the naughty thing, had done. Before Donald had a chance to make a lot of statements pretending that he hadn't meant to fuck his own sister, Peggy got up and wandered into the other bedroom. She winked at Jim and Lydia and they quickly got up and followed her out of the living room.
I swear, this is either a dream or a nightmare. But it's not real. It can't be real. It's too strange. " Suzy said, crawling off the couch, and ignoring the sleight of hand feel Cynthia got of her bobbing breasts.
"I need some coffee." And with that reality, Suzy hobbled to the kitchen.
Cynthia was glad to be alone with Donald. This was more than she had expected.
"Do you know where Tommy is?" she asked.
"He...." Donald muttered, not sure whether he should say that Tommy went off with Danny and the chick with the tall, petite features.
"That's all right." Cynthia assured him. "I never object to Tommy's going off with another chick. I like them myself."
"I gathered that much. " Donald said, wryly.
"Well, at least I don't fuck my own sister!" Cynthia said, returning the blow with a booster to boot.
"You dykes are so haughtily. Tell me, why do you dig chicks, instead of men?" Donald said, taking his limp cock up in his hand, and petting it until it slowly started to grow.
"Let's talk about you, Donald." Cynthia said, with bull-dyke determination. After all, the only thing of importance was for her to make the pitch that there would be money for Donald if he cooperated with Cynthia and Tommy, and brought little Peggy on their little honeymoon.
Donald laid out on his belly, as if he were at the beach, and somebody had just spread sun tan lotion all over his slim, strong back, and little, well-turned buttocks. Cynthia found herself drawn to those buttocks. If it wasn't for the fact that the shoulder blades were definitely of male structure, she might even have reached down and fingered his pretty crack.
It was this hermaphroditic quality of Donald's behind that made Cynthia wonder if perhaps the way to Donald's heart was to pamper and be nice to him. So, deciding to try that, she altered her comments and said, "Peggy certainly could never do without you, Donald. It must be a burden having such a young girl following one all around, imitating one's every gesture."
"Peggy's all right." Donald said, snickering. "What do you do for a living?" Cynthia asked, bringing the cock of the question into the cunt of reality.
"Nothing much. I go to school. Sell a few drugs here and there."
Cynthia placed her big hand down on his soft buttocks and began to sensuously run her fingers over the delicate male hairs, and down slightly into the surface of the crack.
"When Tommy and I get married, Tommy is going to have to have someone like yourself to sort of be his assistant. Someone who's smart and knows a bit about the world."
"Oh yeah!" Donald said, being careful to lay still and let the dyke get as much of his ass as she wanted. He could pick up the feel of some sort of money on his ass, and he wasn't going to argue with that.
"Someone just like me, you say?"
"Someone who understands Tommy and the kind of life Tommy and I lead. "
Donald had an insight into her heart now that was like radar.
"I'm really the only family my sister Peggy has. It would be very important that she be able to live with me, or very near by, so that she wouldn't feel alone or anything. "
Now that Cynthia had the information she wanted, that he was going to play ball her way, she didn't feel the least bit interested in his ass hole anymore. After all, it was only reminiscent of Peggy, and that was not really enough.
"Why don't you come to Tommy's place tomorrow, and we'll all have lunch, and talk about things?" Cynthia said, in her most inviting tone.
"Sure, I don't mind that. Should I bring Peggy?"
Cynthia knew what was going on in his mind.
"No, I think you and Tommy should have a chance to talk openly. Peggy would only be bored. "
Cynthia could see his eyes slightly peering around at her. He couldn't comprehend that she would be willing to wait a few days before getting another chance at throwing Peggy in bed. Cynthia felt he was indeed a silly but pliable person. It would take time, but eventually he would realize that Cynthia was not an obsessed monster. She knew what she wanted out of life and she was willing to be skillful in seeing that she got it.
While Cynthia was getting ready to drink some Aquavit in order to see if she could activate some sort of enthusiasm over Donald-after all, why waste handsome male flesh, she thought! But while she was about to spike up her sexual appetites, the bell rang, and that shudder that always comes over one in an orgy situation suddenly occurred. It was hard to tell which of them was quicker in grabbing some clothes, Cynthia or Donald.
"It's just Tommy and Danny" Suzy shouted, the coffee evidently having calmed her down, and straightened out her sex drugged senses.
Danny was the first to rush into the room.
"Hey, what happened to the party?" he shouted, presenting his surprise as a joke.
"Where's the party! Wow! I tell you, Danny did we have a party. I've been fucked so much I feel as though my cunt is going to be sore for weeks." Suzy said, bringing a pot of coffee into the center of the room.
Danny took Suzy hard in his arms.
"You just need a careful lover, Suzy. There's nothing wrong with that cunt of yours. You just give me some coffee, and I'll sit down and show you. Your cunt can always take another cockteasing. It's the biggest god damn cunt around."
"Maybe." Suzy said, her desire very openly showing itself, as if she had almost forgotten how aggressive and cunt thirsty Danny was.
"Maybe," she murmured, hurrying to pass out the cups of coffee.
"What happen to your sister?" Tommy said to Donald.
"I fucked her." Donald said, feeling a great deal of pride in revealing that fact to another man.
"Jesus, you really got it in! Did she bleed?"
"No. She just sat down on it nice and comfy, and I shot a good dose of my internal juice up into her."
"You'd better get that sister of yours on pills or something, if she's going to be fooling around," Suzy said, authoritatively.
"No rush." Donald said. "If something happens, I know an abortionist who owes me some favors for the clients I've sent him over the years. "
"You mean you knock them up yourself!" Suzy exclaimed, being somewhat awed and also disgusted.
"I look at it this way," Donald explained. "If a woman used contraceptives, then the guy might just as well be sterile. I mean, there's no sense of conquest in it for the man. What I like most in sex, is to make the woman want it so bad. she can't resist physically even though her mind tells her the guy s no damn good. "
"Boy! That's some dose of philosophy!" Tony exclaimed.
"It's no deeper than ass fucking, with all its sick sadism." Cynthia said, coldly. Tommy looked at her, and then pretended that she was not worth bothering to get upset with.
"So where's Peggy now?" Tommy asked for the second time.
"She's in the bedroom with Jim and Lydia." Suzy answered, a touch of jealousy glinting through her husky voice.
"Mind if I see what they're doing?" Tommy asked, looking coldly at Cynthia, challenging her to try to assert herself over him.
"Do whatever you like, Tommy. But frankly, I think we ought to get to know Donald first, because Donald is thinking of working for you after we get married. "
Tommy looked coldly at Donald, and then recognized someone of his own temperament. Indeed, he suspected he and Donald could have quite a cozy office, with Cynthia at home being domestic, and Cynthia's father being one floor above him, thinking he has his bright son-in-law, and that other bright chap happily, busily working on the floor below, boosting sales, working only at work.
"Yeah. I hear you've got an opening for someone of my type." Donald said, picking up his coffee, and elegantly blowing some of the heat away from his nose.
"I think we should go back to your place Tommy and talk things over." Cynthia said, strongly now.
"All right." Tommy agreed, sensing better things in the offering. "Let's talk things out. I'm ready for a long talk. I thing we should define many things." Tommy said, partly with sarcasm, party with a shrewd cleverness.
"Suzy, dear, we must get going." Cynthia said, taking Suzy into her arms and bear hugging her.
Suzy had never felt particularly safe in Cynthia's big arms, so she sort of endured it. Suzy also felt somewhat bitter that Tommy's dyke friend was taking all the men with her when she left. And because Suzy was strong willed in her own way, she decided to point out some of the rules of the game to Cynthia.
"If you're such a dyke, Cynthia, why not leave the men behind? I got some juice left in my cunt, and I can always use a few more dicks around the apartment." Suzy said, her voice more like a moan, urging the other men to pin her down with their cocks.
"Well, I suppose...." was the most Cynthia could come up with.
Donald, however, knew more about Suzy's type than the others, and he took Suzy in his arms, and he brushed noses with her and he said in a very enticing voice, "Why don't we get together tomorrow night, baby?"
"Okay, buddy." Suzy said, feeling his crotch enlarging and pressing itself urgently against her cunt.
"Hey, why not stop right there? Since you're coming back tomorrow night, leave Suzy alone so that I can fill her up with cock until you come back. After all, I was here before you, junior." Danny said, moving in on Suzy who was beginning to sway in that slow, slightly drunken way she swayed when sex was coming in on her strong, and all she wanted was to be thrown down on the floor and fucked until the walls of her cunt caved in with orgasms.
"See you tomorrow, baby." Donald said, making a clicking sound with his teeth, and a tiny wave with his fingers, sort of a mixture of good-bye and good-fucking.
"Bye, now." Suzy said, her thighs already buckling to the roving hand strokes of Danny's strong hairy hands.
Oh to be fucked and fucked and fucked, Suzy thought, closing her eyes and not even bothering to watch the other leaving.
Danny dragged her clumsily to the couch, and he didn't waste any time with preliminary gestures. His hands quickly clutched her buttocks, pressing her genitals tightly on to his, and his cock slid gently up into her, bursting with orgasm as it roamed straight in. But his hardon held, and he knew this was going to be one of those nights when he would be fucking her a good five or six times more. Suzy was the only woman who made a man want to come a hundred times, or a thousand times. She wasn't sex starved; no, she was simply always happy to receive more and more sex. She never badgered a man to give it to her more and more the way some nymphos badger. No, Suzy somewhere had learned the more subtle art of moving her thigh;, and moistening her own cunt, so that a man didn't have to be asked to fuck her some more. He saw her legs moving and caressing each other, and his masculine ego simply wanted to change things so that that moisture on her cunt came from the pressure of his cock within her, rather than from some nocturnal fantasy the t was going through her mind, making her genitals swell and rub and release without a man being needed. Nothing stirred Danny's cock into quicker action than seeing a chick giving it to herself.
When he was about sixteen, he had come home from school one day, and he had gone into his sister's room to get some magazines. He had thought the house was empty, but there, when he opened the door, he found his sister, moaning and groaning on the floor, a banana moving up and in her moist and sweating cunt. His sister uttered a little scream, but before she could worry about embarrassment any further, Danny had his cock out of his trousers, and she had no need to be embarrassed because there was her own brother, standing above her, frigging himself while watching his sister give it to herself with a banana. Danny's cock swelled, and all the while he frigged, his sister's eyes were on him, and his eyes were on her, and when he finally came, he directed the sperm right down on her fingers, and the banana, and her cunt. The hot feel of his sperm brought her to climax, and soon the banana fell out of her cunt, an instrument that had served its purpose.
After Danny saw his sister shudder with climax, he lowered himself down and dry fucked her, his cock rubbing against her cunt, and her little clitoris burning and itching and moaning against the strength of his on-pressing cock. Dry fucking brought them both to climax again. But when Danny felt his cock quickly hardening and the hands of his sister feeling for his big cock, and slowly trying to feed it into her cunt, when all that started to happen, Danny realized that he was going to have to hick his own sister completely if she was ever going to be satisfied. And that sent a shudder of fear through him. Because he had never fucked a girl before, and he had this vague sense that women probably grew very hysterical after a guy gave them a good fuck and a good dose of spunk. So he didn't know what to do, but for that one critical moment, his shyness reasserted itself, and he pulled off his sister and raced out of the room, stuffing his cock in his trousers, and belting and zipping himself up as he hurried out of the house.
Danny was to grow very bitter over the years because after he had screwed around a great deal, he began to want, to screw his sister, this time completely. But by now she had evolved this theory that he must be a fairy or something to have walked out on her when she was just opening her legs and giving him all the opportunity any brother could possibly want. She never called Danny a fairy, but she just sort of snubbed him whenever he talked about his sexual prowess.
Finally after his sister got married, she had a baby rather early, and she got fat and sloppy. So the sexual urge for her greatly diminished. Not until he met Suzy did he feel that primal urgency, that sexual greed, that fiery quality that he had earlier found in his own sister. Only now he was ready and experienced for it. Now he could fuck Suzy as much as he wanted, and there wasn't the slightest trace of guilt, or fear, or inferiority. He had learned from his sister that if you don't misuse a nympho they simply call you a weakling. To Suzy's type, a man who doesn't fuck more than three times a night is simply a bore. But Suzy never asked a man to fuck. She would just lie there, her body moving about and writhing, and craving for a cock riding through it. And if the man was a man, he caught the atmosphere and the message, and he rammed his cock up her vagina until her moaning showed this was more than masturbation or dry fucking she was feeling. This was a cock big and hard enough to fill her enormous and juicy hole. And although that hole sometimes could be annoying that way, like a bottomless basket, it never really was completely filled with sperm. Yet, there were times when that was exactly what she wanted, and needed, and enjoyed an endless, delicious fuck.
That was what he liked about Suzy, and what he intended to do to her all night long: to give it to her in all places, to enter every crack and hole and pound around until she fell back in bed exhausted but pleasantly satisfied.
Suzy sensed that he was going to satisfy her completely, because she let him take her into one of the bedrooms, and although she was curious to know what Jim and Peggy were doing in the other bedroom, she decided that they were doing nothing that Danny and she couldn't do once they got into bed.
As Suzy sat on the edge of the bed, and Danny stood alongside of her, his cock was close to her mouth, and she hungered for the dark, shadowy weight. She began to mouth his balls, and to lick the dark hairs, and the wrinkled but firm, skin of his balls. She would stab the base of his cock with her tongue, and then ride her tongue all the way up his rod to the foreskin.
Then she would swoop down on the head of the cock, taking the head and the entire shaft of his cock down into her throat.
Danny mentioned to her that he had to leave for a second and take a piss. But Suzy held on to the cock, and after a few painful minutes, he decided that maybe he should just take his piss right there. Maybe she wanted some piss, and that was why she wasn't letting him leave. Shyly, he let a short spurt of piss fall out of his cock, down her throat. He stood perfectly still being careful not to let her think he was forcing her to take his piss. But she just mouthed his cock tenderly, and soon he let another spurt of piss go, and she swallowed and he decided that she really wanted the whole bladder full of piss. So he held on to her head for support and relieved his bladder slowly but completely.
At first he had trouble feeling the piss coming out. But as he got used to the warmth of her mouth, he could feel his own piss washing against the temperature of her throat, and soon he could hardly piss anymore, his cock was growing so full and erect with sexual desire and the need to give her a long hard poke in the cunt.
He eased the cock out of her mouth, and then without wasting time on half gestures, he pushed her back on the bed, and rammed his cock through her quim. She was panting and screaming with desire. For the intimacy of swallowing his piss had made her as hot as it had made himself, and they were both only semi-aware of what they were doing now, so deeply and thoroughly were they excited and stimulated out of their minds with mutual desire, and animal craving, and raw, sensuous, unlimited desire. He bit deeply into her skin, and felt as though he might very well eat her flesh, his body was panting and craving to possess her in every way possible.
She forced his Ups on to hers, and their tongues battled and fought against each other. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, and forced it to stay lodged in her mouth, tightly, just as his cock was locked into the flesh of her cunt. Her ankles twined and grabbed onto his ankles, and her hands wandered down to his waist, encouraging, enticing him, to move his body and his cock deeper into her hot and heaving flesh.
He decided to change his position so as to grab her better in the cunt. He folded her body up accordion style, with her knees bent and her kneecaps touching the lower lobes of her breasts. Then, with her quim fully exposed to the blunt bludgeoning of his cock, he socked his rod into her hole with one mighty thrust after another, until she began to scream not just with pleasure, but with a slight moan at the brutal force and ramming brutality of his cock piercing and re-piercing the soft, sore, and passion torn folds of her cunt.
Suzy was going wild under the hard workings of his cock. She clung and hung to him for the sake of being totally pliable to the twistings and writhing movements of his body. Finally, he drove his cock all the way in and his cock opened and let loose its hot seed. He continued to pound away at her, even after it had spent, and Suzy found herself relaxing and heaving her own orgasms as his cock continued its frenzied journey through her vagina.
Then, while his cock was still tight inside of her, they both fell into a semi-sleep, out of which they would keep waking and begin lucking again.
Suzy liked Danny mainly because of his great versatility, and his long endurance in a night of fucking. Suzy had not always been as good at fucking as she was now. She could remember years of being too shy to let a guy have the total enjoyment of her body. She used to do strip tease shows for several guys, and then let them run their fingers up her cunt. But whenever they suggested fucking, she would mention that there was a $100 fee. Suzy was fortunate in that the girl who lived in the apartment above her family's was a call girl. Her name was Marie, and she liked Suzy a great deal, and often she thought of introducing Suzy into the life of a call girl, and of collecting ten per cent of the money Suzy made.
But Suzy wasn't interested in sex as a business. In fact the very thought of making money off of sex disgusted Suzy. There had been many times when she had slept with Danny's friends, not knowing whether the guy had slipped Danny some money for making the introductions. But to Suzy, the important thing was that she, Suzy, didn't handle any money. Suzy suspected that this hostility to the idea that she was sleeping just for money probably had to do with the fact that her mother liked to service johns, and her mother always implied that Suzy would end up doing just the same thing. With her mother, the servicing was about all she could do, as she was big, fat, sloppy, and always arguing and bitching. But Suzy was stunning, even from an early age. She had shape, and a good deal of poise. She was determined not to end up servicing the slag heap that her mother had had to deal with.
Marie had argued with Suzy a great deal, and often she had invited Suzy up to meet some of her expensive johns. Marie had good taste, as Suzy quickly noticed. In fact, Suzy had never seen Marie with a john who didn't have at least a $150. suit on, and usually a gold cigarette lighter, and all the gold cufflinks etc. Suzy always felt uncomfortable in the company of Marie's johns, because Suzy always had a perverse need to steal the jewelry of these men. It was only later when she was in a college psychology course that she realized that she had wanted to possess Marie herself. And although this upset Suzy a great deal, and gave her many fears of latent homosexuality, yet, after thinking about it for many months, she decided that it wasn't so much that she wanted to sleep with Marie, as that she wanted to be Marie. She wanted to have men admire her, and she wanted to be able to show other women all the men that she was sleeping with.
And it was this train of thought which had made it so easy for Suzy to get screwed by this medical school intern. He was from a rich family, and he had all this stuff about believing in marriage, and having kids, and that, as soon as he got out of medical school, he'd like to marry a girl just like Suzy. Suzy wasn't interested in marriage, and she didn't really like the medical student, Jeremy, except that it was obvious he was hungry for her, and it was also clear that she would be able to make him confused as to whether he wanted to just fuck her and drop her or whether he wanted to hold on to her and wait until maybe he might want to get married to her.
At any rate, he never married Suzy, but he did fuck her for two years, and he did give her lots of gifts, many of which she still enjoys such as the seal skin winter coat, and the skis, and the little pieces of expensive jewelry. Little things, but nice. But it wasn't as though Jeremy was a john. He was a suitor, and because she had a suitor she got invited to a lot of nice weekend parties, and because she was Jeremy's girl, Jeremy didn't like to cause any fuss when he began to suspect that Suzy was using him as a means of widen her social register. Indeed, after two years, the only thing that happened when Jeremy found out that she was sleeping steadily with his brother, was that Jeremy told her matter-of-factly that it would be impossible, under the circumstances, for him to continue seeing her. So she said good-bye to him, and it might just as well have been good riddance.
Suzy then proceeded to meet one friend of Jeremy's after another. And she began to have one affair after another. Until, that is, she met Danny. Danny had liked her from the first moment. It had been at a dance. Suzy was wearing a long black sheath dress, with a deep bodice cut, revealing her full cleavage. The midriff was covered with a transparent veil material. And a man had to come up real close to see whether there was material under the veiling or human flesh. Suzy had bought the dress with material under the veiling transparency. But she had reorganized the insides of the dress so that it showed the philosophy and curves of Suzy rather than the repressions and peek-a-boo sex of the designer.
Danny had taken her away from the group at the party, and they had gone walking along by the lake. Suzy had liked Danny from the moment she had first set her eyes upon him. He had a quickness in his eyes. And before long, his hands were in her pants, and she was squirming among the leaves, pressing his body closely, heavily upon her own. She hadn't wanted him to fuck her on that first date, and yet, unlike Jeremy who was always asking permission to do things, Danny had the truly masculine quality of simply taking, grabbing, and ramming into the cunt he wanted. She was on fire from the moment she felt his large cock slip out of his pants and fall against her open thighs.
Only his intense, burning kisses had kept her moans from reaching the house where the dull, polite party was still being waged, with the desire to keep everybody thinking that polite conversation was what they all wanted rather than fucking on the grass, the way Suzy and Danny were doing.
After that first night of three fucks, Danny began to invite her to other parties. At first she thought Danny must have quite a bit of money, and only later, as she realized how popular he was with the sodalities, did she realize that he was a stud working his way into all the right hearts, homes, and purses. At first she thought him as vulgar and cheap as Marie with her expensive johns.
And yet, Danny was closer to Suzy than to Marie. Danny didn't take a fixed sum of money after each fuck. Danny simply moved in the circle, and gradually his needs were handled for him by his circle of friends and admirers. Danny had charm, poise, wit, and strong sex appeal. He wasn't cheating anybody, the way a whore does. That is, it wasn't just his body he was selling, but his personality as well. And that was what Suzy wanted for herself too. She wanted to be kept because she was the type of person people liked to have in their social circles. It wasn't as though she was a 'whore for the night."
Or at least that was how it had begun. Finally Suzy had got a rich dame to send her to college. Since then everything had been on the downgrade. Suzy had no need of college, and she had gone only because the woman had the right connections, and she was trying to make Suzy into the daughter who had died in an auto accident several years back. The woman had no Lesbian desires for Suzy. All she wanted was for Suzy to become a great student as her daughter had once intended to become. And there was the implication that if Suzy did that, and if Suzy married into good society, Suzy would inherit what the daughter would have inherited!
It seemed like a good plan. But after two months in that silly girls' asylum called a dormitory, Suzy just had to get away from it all on weekends, and just fuck for a change. Nor did Suzy like the back of the car scene on Saturday nights, with the drive-in movie looming in front of her, like some haughty reproach.
And, as it happened, her roommate, Karen, was experiencing the same frustration. But, of course, the frustration of the two girls differed somewhat. Suzy wanted to be free to fuck and fuck. Karen wanted to create the illusion that she was very tolerant of sex, and she hoped that Herb would decide that Karen would make a sexy wife.
Now, here they were in the apartment, and things were coming along according to plan. Suzy nestled herself in Danny's strong, passionate arms. His cock was still inside her, but its size was greatly diminished now that he was practically asleep.
She stroked his nipples, and he woke up quickly. "What's the matter?" he asked, softly, groggily.
You want to get married, Danny?" she asked, feeling closer to him than ever before.
"What are you waking me up for to ask me something silly like that?" he asked, annoyed not sure what to say to her if the conversation continued.
"Because I fucked the guy at the drug store, and I gave him some of that Aquavit while we were fucking, and he got so hot, he told me the funniest thing he had ever done.
"That jerk!" Danny shouted, rolling over to the other side of the bed. "You can't believe everything a jerk like that tells you."
"Well, what am I to do if those sugar pills don't work as well as birth control pills work?" Suzy plowed on.
"What do you mean, what are you going to do? Get an abortion. That guy, Donald, will fix you up with someone. He just got through bragging all night about all the women he knocks up, and his friend who cleans them out."
"I think I would rather have the baby. After all, if the baby has a cock that makes a girl squirm like yours does, then, it's worth bringing him up. .He will give the world pleasure. "
Danny brushed his black hair back with his strong hand. "Are you out of your mind? And besides how do you know you're pregnant."
Suzy looked at him coyly now. "So you admit you slipped the druggist some money to change my birth control pills to sugar pills?" Although on most occasions, Danny would have tried to deny the truth a bit longer, he felt like bringing all the dirty wash out into the open. Maybe it was time to have a good argument, and then split out, and add Suzy to the long list of things past.
"So I decided to play a joke on you. What are you going to do about it? Put a paternity suit on me, after you just spent the night getting fucked by every man around?"
Suzy's temper flared. "Do you really think I took sugar pills, after finding out what a filthy trick you had had that druggist play on me?"
"Oh. So you're not even possibly pregnant!"
"You're damn right I'm not."
Suddenly Danny realized that he had lost some sort of argument. But his mind was too sleepy to really be able to figure out exactly what he had meant to hold on to, and what he had unwittingly lost.
"Why are we arguing then?" he asked, honestly.
"I don't know. But it has something to do with the way you think you can fuck me all you want, and I have no right to make demands. "
"What kind of demands?" he asked, curiously.
"Well, for one thing, Danny, I know that that marriage between Cynthia and Tommy is going to make a lot of money, and Donald and his sister Peggy are going to get in on that. Now why didn't you do something so that you and I would get something out of that deal? After all, they met at my apartment for their final screwing before the wedding proposal and acceptance. "
Danny was sitting up in bed now. "You have something there, Suzy. You really do. Now how can we get into some of that money?"
"Why don't you screw Peggy and make her fall in love with you?" Suzy replied, exasperated with the dullness with which the male mind works.
Danny was a bit taken aback at first, but then he found himself staring at Suzy. Suzy had instinctively found the right thing to do. It was just a matter now of working out the details of the plans, and then going ahead, completely.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next morning everybody was chattering away, and everybody was surprised to see each other fully dressed. But, it was time to get back to the everyday routines of life, and Peggy had had a phone call from Donald telling her that he had just got a job and that he and Peggy would be going on a trip to Europe for several months. Peggy pretended to be surprised, but she knew it must be something that Cynthia cooked up. At any rate, a trip to Europe would allow her to meet new men, and although she had really enjoyed her night in the hay with Jim fucking her, and Lydia kissing her all over and going down on her, yet, Peggy saw no future in her relations with Jim and Lydia. For already Jim was talking about having to report back to his ship, and Lydia was trying to get in touch with Marilyn because they held a strip show they had to go and do this evening. So everybody had his and her thing to do and Peggy was a bit unhappy because she, as yet, hadn't found her thing, her lover, her purpose in life. She knew that this purpose had something to do with sex, but Peggy did not want to become like Suzy: dead drunk and fucking all weekend, and then coy and repressed all during the weekdays. No, that was not for her. Peggy had always wanted to marry a count or something very aristocratic. She liked the idea of owning rich mansions, jewelry, clothes, and of being at the head of society, with a long list of one's parties drawing the attention of the newspapers and all the other people in the country.
So the idea of going to Europe was sort of a way to at least travel where royalty has been.
Breakfast consisted of black coffee, muffins, eggs badly scrambled together, and somewhere or other on the table glasses of orange juice had been placed. Jim was trying to run his fingers up Peggy's skirt, while hurrying through breakfast. But Peggy would only let him get up to her panties, and then before he had a chance to massage her clit and start her moaning over breakfast, she would push his hand out from between her legs, and pull her skirt down. It was one of those mini skirts that never go down very far no matter how far down she might push it. At any rate, he wasn't supposed to have his hand up her dress anyway. Lydia was sitting in front of a mirror, putting on her elaborate eye make-up. Lydia didn't seem to have any emotions of regret about Jim's leaving for his ship. And Peggy was jealous of the way in which Lydia would accept a man was a one night fuck and not feel put down when the guy went back to his private life.
And then she remembered the sensuous kisses that Lydia had lavished all over her body, and she figured that maybe it was that other side of Lydia's life which made her indifferent to whether men come or go.
Jim opened up his tight fitting Navy pants, and taking his erect cock out, he asked which of the girls wanted to sit on it before he took it back to the ship. All of the girls suddenly were hot for Jim. Suzy was down between his legs, grabbing the cock as though it was hers and hers alone. Peggy tried to take it out of Suzy's hands, and when that tactic failed, she settled for the stem of the cock and Jim's balls, while Suzy concentrated on the foreskin and the tip of his cock. Lydia was perfectly content just to kiss him deeply, and to let his fingers go up her cunt, until she could barely stand still, the moisture of her cunt making his fingers nice and lubricated so that they could more easily ride up into her vagina.
Danny opened Lydia's ass, and while she was pinned on Jim's fingers, he slid his cock up her more than welcoming ass hole. He could tell that, for whatever reason, she liked being Jacked in the ass more than she liked cunt fucking. It was not something he was going to argue with her about.
Lydia continued to tongue kiss with Jim as Jim's fingers drove her crazy in her cunt, and Danny's cock reamed her ass with a forcefulness matched only by the ferocity of its penetration. Suzy climbed on top of Jim's knees, and on his cock and the whole thing went sliding up inside her. Peggy found Suzy's ass sticking out in front of her, and at first she was shy about sticking a finger up that Suzy's asshole, but after watching the way Jim's balls were wobbling and juggling as Suzy banged away on his knees, Peggy proceeded to ream Suzy.
Suzy didn't even fight the finger-ass-fucking from Peggy. Her insides were so turned on with Jim's cock riding up in her, that nothing phased her anymore. It was only morning, but already Suzy felt that overwhelming need coming over her to get a cock in her all day long.
Lydia felt her insides beginning to give way to passion, and she desperately wanted to get in bed and get fucked the right way now. But Jim had other things that made him prefer to sit right there on the chair with Suzy raising her cunt up and down on his cock, like when he was a kid he used to pass his cock up and down through the hollow of an apple.
Lydia tried to push him off the chair, but he just poked her good and hard with a few strong fingers up her cunt, and she was so overridden with desire and passion that she just couldn't fight with him anymore. And the ass cocking of Danny's was beginning to overcome her. Both her cunt and ass were heaving with the desire for consummation.
Finally Lydia's body jerked forward onto Jim's fingers, pushing the fingers all the way up her vagina. Then she pulled away, and Jim's fingers were moist and dripping with orgasm. As he licked the orgasm off his fingers, his own body heaved and pitched itself, and he shot his seed into Suzy's big juicy cunt. Suzy moved vigorously on his cock, making sure to excite every bit of sperm off of it that she could. Then her own body arched, and she wrapped her arms around Jim, as Peggy rammed her ass, and the cock of Jim's struck loose her orgasm.
Danny was the only one who was still working toward a climax. And he quickly turned Lydia around, and rammed his cock into her cunt which sent him off in just a matter of seconds. Everybody was exhausted, and each took his cup of coffee and straddled into the living room where they finished breakfast.
The morning was a perfect one, a little fucking, a little breakfast, a little fun. Jim was the only one who had to hurry into his clothes and leave. He was tempted to fuck Suzy at the door, but she told him he'd have to comeback again if, he wanted another fuck. So he said, "Will do." They both laughed, and he gave her the finger as he happily hurried down the steps onto the street.
No sooner had he left when Herb and Karen came in, and Cynthia and Tom were with them. Donald also was in the background, with a sly grin on his face. But Suzy could tell that no matter what business deal he had worked up with Cynthia and Tom, Cynthia was not Donald's idea of a good lay.
Suzy took out the Aquavit which had about one round of drinks left in it. "This is just for Donald and me," she said, and took Donald into the bedroom while the others all sat around and talked about .Cynthia's marriage to Tommy, and Karen's marriage to Herb. Marriages didn't interest Suzy and the thought that both girls would probably want her to be their bride's maids really turned her stomach. Women, she thought, are so dumb.
Donald had a hardon right away. She could tell that he was embarrassed at having his clothes on because his pants looked rather ridiculous with such a bulge.
"Take them off," Suzy said, her eyes glistening, as she studied his erection.
He quickly obeyed, and then he spread himself out on the bed, and waited for her to go down on him. Suzy sucked his cock for about ten minutes, which was a long time for a fellow like Donald to hold his sperm in, when a girl like Suzy was giving him the suck. But Suzy had her own reasons for doing things her way.
And when they got to fucking, she whispered into his ears. "Why don't we get married, Donald? I'm getting tired of Danny. He's all playboy, no success."
"Really," Donald said, his eyes lighting up with passionate interest.
"I won't be faithful," Suzy warned, and looking deeply into his eyes, she added, "But, I don't think you're the type of guy who wants a pure wife. And I could help you with a lot of business deals. I would like seeing my husband make tons of money, with me turning his partners over when it's worth our while." Suzy burst out laughing warmly, "You didn't think Suzy could think, did you?"
Donald kissed her tenderly. "No. I didn't. But I like fucking you Suzy. I like your cunt. It's not the only cunt I want to fuck during my hay days, but I sure wouldn't mind fucking it in the mornings and in the evenings, and screwing some stranger in the afternoons."
Suzy ran her hands down to the small of his back. "Give me a good fuck, now, baby, and let's talk the rest of the business over later. And talk dirty to me baby. I like a man to talk real dirty to me when we screw. "
"You're such a god damn piece of shit, Suzy. And I love you. You got the whoriest cunt in the world. Now open your legs. My cock wants to spit in you."