Anna and Phil started swinging after they were introduced to it by a friend. What that friend didn't know, though, was that Anna had been living a sexual lie; she wasn't the delightful erotic she appeared to be. Frigidity was her hangup. Under the educated eye (and hand, and tongue, and... ) of her swap teachers, though, Anna was soon turning on big, and discovering a real taste for sex. Swapping cured Anna's frigidity, but Dr. Benjamin Morse's words in The Sexual Revolution best describe the end result of this couple's debauchery: "(Wife-swappers) are trying harder than anyone... to get full sexual pleasure out of life... The desperation of their efforts is... foredoomed to failure. The marriages... end in divorce... "
CHAPTER ONE
"I didn't know these cabin walls were so thin," Phil Ray whispered to his pretty, leggy young wife. "Sounds like John and Rita are really balling."
Anna Ray smiled and shivered. There could be no mistake about the creaks and bumps from the adjoining unit occupied by Anna's close friend and her handsome husband. Thump, thump, thump--then a long pause. They were fucking.
"Sounds like fun!" Anna breathed. The four had been down on the beach earlier, drinking beer and horsing around in the water of Moon Lake, north of Spokane. At times like this, Anna could almost forget the thing that had been gnawing at her for years...
"Ohhhhh--honey!" came faintly from the bedroom beyond the cabin wall. Rita's voice.
Anna, wearing a shorty nightie, resting on the bed at Phil's left, felt her pussy burn with rich anticipation. Phil's prick was making a tent in his pyjamas.
"Play with me, honey," Anna whispered, spreading her long black thighs. "I'm turning on."
Phil smiled in the subdued light of the cabin bedroom. His right hand traveled thrillingly between her legs, working inward. Her hard, prominent titties, which he had fondled while they had been swimming, ached with anticipation.
A vibrant, feminine cry of delight knifed through the wall. "OHHH-John! I'm coming!"
The bed in John and Rita's room sounded like it was coming apart.
"Oh, God, that's sexy!" Anna breathed, reaching for Phil's pyjama-covered prick.
His fingers touched Anna's pussy; she wiggled her hips, curving her ass higher. Her cunt was wet, her labia expanded. The tip of his play-finger slid up and down her shivery crevice. Her clitoris was very stiff; she could see the end of her little pecker sticking out from the pink folds of her pussy.
She pulled her nightie down so he could get at her titties; she purred with pleasure as he teased her cunt, fondling her whole exposed crotch, pressing the tender flesh.
"I love it, honey!" she panted.
His big, long cock was out of his pyjamas now. What a wonderful piece of white male-meat! He was uncircumcised; the foreskin was stretched tightly around the swollen glans. Nine inches of prick. Wetness glistened on the knob. She was crazy about holding it and looking at it and playing with it. She hoped someday he would let her suck it.
But when he mounts me and puts it in me is when the badness starts, she thought. I'm half-Negro, I'm pretty and leggy and I know I look very sexy, and I DO love all kinds of sex-play; a young colored gal is supposed to be a real hot fuck... I go through the motions, I'm very active, underneath or on top, but I can't GO OFF with a prick in my pussy!
She knew the reason, but the less she remembered the better.
The bed in the adjoining cabin bumped dangerously; part of the frame was knocking against the wall. Wham, wham, wham!
A fierce wail of feminine delight bladed Anna's ears. Rita's having her cock-come! Anna thought, enviously. I'll bet her soft white pussy is jumping and throbbing around John's diving prick!
Now a male groan of completion could be heard, all too clearly. They were going off together, the way a girl and a man should.
"They really go at it, huh?" Phil murmured, teasing Ann's tender clitoris.
"Oh, you know it!" Anna cooed, shivering with joy. The noises, the bleating voices, seemed to make her thrills sharper, more delightful. Sure, it was a kind of voyeurism, but how could they keep from listening?
A few more bed-creaks came from the next cabin unit, then a grateful silence.
Phil's play-finger ran sweetly into Anna's cunt and she gasped. "Ohhh, honey! Kiss my titties--I'm about to make out!"
She suddenly remembered something that had happened out in the water. Phil had been talking to Rita, standing close to the pretty, plump blonde, and John had slid his hand playfully around Anna's waist. The two couples double-dated a lot, being next-door neighbors and good friends; they had changed partners at dances, and Anna knew John was interested.
His hand had glided from her waist down to her bikini panties and he had pressed it boldly with his fingers. Recklessly, appreciating his male appeal and the fact that he didn't look down on her because she was colored, she had hunched on his palm.
She had been glad the water shielded their movements. Rita's giggles indicated Phil was probably sneaking a feel or two also. Rita, only twenty-three, a year younger than Anna, was deliciously curved and padded. Her big sloping titties were marvelous.
Anna had experienced a keen, sensuous thrill from the brief caress, but before the thing had gone very far, Rita and Anna had pulled away. Walking out of the water, the girls had exchanged knowing glances that seemed to say: That was fun! We ought to do it oftener! A married guy likes to touch something new once in a while, and a married girl does too.
As Anna felt the honeyed shivers start in her pussy, as Phil rolled her stinging clitoris, as his lips took a stiff, tingly nipple and sucked it, she thought sneakily, I wonder if I could go off with JOHN'S prick in my fun-hole?
"OHHH, Phil, honey!" she cried, softly. She decided in a split second to be as explicit in her expression of pleasure as Rita had been. Naturally, she knew all the words, as every hip gal did--but was it nice to say them? If the plush, sexy blonde could, then she, Anna, might as well!
"OHHH--I'm coming good!" Anna cried, fiercely.
The jazzy, sparkly shivers that burst in her loins had a bonus sweetness! She kicked her long legs and bucked her ass and panted through her climax, shaking the bed. The feel of his big cock in her fingers enriched her throbbing pleasure.
This is my vacation come, she thought, deliciously. This is my beer and bikini and loving tickle-come I've been needing all day! Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, it's delish'! I hope John and Rita heard me yell.
As she coasted flutteringly down from her orgasm, Phil's head lifted from her titties.
"Say, you had a dandy, darling!" he breathed, nuzzling her breasts.
"Honey, you always make it good for me," she gasped.
"Are you sure those sounds didn't help some?" he teased, patting her cunt.
She lanced her fingers through his dark, wavy hair, moistening her full lips with a restless tongue. "Maybe, just a little!" she giggled cozily.
"It's pretty sexy hearing somebody going at it," he smiled.
She sighed, relaxing, caressing his prick with feathery touches. She was glad it was brown, not black. Don't think about that, now! I'll give Phil a real good fuck as soon as he wants it.
"Should we tell them to do their thing in their living room, honey?" Anna breathed.
"Hell, no!"
He slipped across her and stood up, taking off his pyjamas. She looked adoringly at his strong, muscular body; he was one of the top golfers at the Fairlawn Country Club, where he was on the board of trustees. Phil was an insurance broker in Spokane, very successful.
As far as that went, John Decker was doing very well, too. He owned a big Ford agency downtown. The couples lived in one of Spokane's best residential districts on Clover Hill, south of the city. Neither girl had thought about children yet; they had been married only two years. This was the fun time of life.
The four could have gone to one of the plusher resort spots, but John had heard some good things about Moon Lake; it wasn't crowded; it might be a lark to 'rough it' at a smaller watering spot. The adjoining cabins had been Rita's idea. No other rental units were close, and the lake was just a short walk from the double cabin. Farther around the tree-bordered lake was a store and tavern and a boat-rental establishment.
Anna sat up on the bed and lifted the filmy red nightie over her dark, wavy hair. She was glad it wasn't kinky. She was also glad she had inherited her father's Caucasian features, although her fullish, sensual mouth had been handed down to her from her full-blooded Negro mother.
Despite the fact that mixed marriages were more common nowadays, she realized that Phil had gambled by marrying her. She was well-educated, she had been raised in a good home, she had modeled at some of Spokane's fancier department stores, but she was still 'colored'. Some of the people at the country club looked down at her, and some of the bitches were obviously envious of her looks and figure, her sexiness; however, Phil was influential, he was proud of her, and she would never forget the time he had knocked a man on his ass for making a slurring remark about her ancestry.
She was crazy about him, and right from the start--when he had made out with her the first time--she had made up her mind to please and satisfy him in every way possible. He had never said one word about the fact that he hadn't picked her cherry.
That big black sonofabitch with his awful big cock... he raped me when I was fourteen. Is it going to haunt me all my life? Don't think about it NOW! Oh, God--if only I could burn it out of my memory!
A faint creaking and rattling of bed springs from the next cabin brought her startlingly back to reality.
"Say, they're going at it again!" Phil chuckled, returning to the bed, swinging down on her right.
"Should we go out to the living room, honey?" she asked, smiling.
"Hell, I don't mind if you don't, long legs."
"I guess I can stand it!" she murmured, opening her thighs. I hope he plays me and tickles me into another come, she thought. Because when he puts it IN me I turn off. I have to ACT.
She loved his expression 'long legs'. He liked to have her wear miniskirts and snug sweaters and blouses, bikinis and snug playsuits. She had never needed a girdle or bra, although she wore the latter for decoration. Phil called her a 'solid-sender'. He said her long thighs and hard, pointy breasts were very sexy.
She had another secret she guarded from him as best she could. Phil was thirty-five and his sex drives were slowing somewhat, but hers were growing. After her horrible experience at fourteen, she had started masturbating for relief; she hadn't dated anyone until she was almost twenty, and then she hadn't let any of the men, all of them white, go the route.
Phil had been the second man who had ever screwed her, put it in her. Her discovery that she couldn't respond with his prick inside had almost caused her to break off their engagement. But he had been so considerate with her, so attentive and sincere, she had given in.
She had to pretend to come when he bucked and moaned and shot his hot fuck-stuff up into her cunt. Poor guy, he had been cheated. She had to fake her pleasure when the prick-thrusts started; sometimes she had to grit her teeth and close her eyes and hope it would soon be over! Every time he crawled between her legs, with his cock aiming at her pussy, the old horror of that rape came flooding back through her being.
I wish he would suck my pussy and let me suck his prick, she thought wistfully. Maybe that would prepare me for the jabs.
She had thought about going to a shrink with her problem, but Phil would find out; he knew too many people. Then there would be embarrassing explanations, more confusions. She kept hoping that she could lick it herself, but after two years--?
Here she was, a 'high yellow', supposed to be a tiger in bed, a real hot fuck, and she couldn't turn on with her husband's cock in her cooze! Fondling and kissing and tittie-play turned her wild; she could come off repeatedly when her clitoris and nipples were skillfully teased, when her long legs and rounded ass were pressed and worked on, but the actual fucking dismayed her.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, happened inside her cunt when she went off. She had experimented with herself countless times. She could even tighten the muscles of her vagina, which she did for Phil, to give him his full measure of enjoyment. She had read books on the sexual function, searching for an answer.
She certainly wasn't the only girl in the world with this particular problem. She had what one doctor called a 'clitorial fixation'. He claimed that any woman who couldn't experience a total vaginal orgasm in intercourse was basically 'frigid'. Other experts didn't agree. A female orgasm, no matter how inspired, was the goal; women were different in the kind and intensity of sexual responses.
She had considered buying herself a dildo and 'practicing', to see if she could overcome her fear of pricks, but she hated the whole idea.
She had to admit, too, that sometimes her climaxes didn't quite satisfy her needs. Sometimes, after several, whether with Phil or alone, she couldn't sleep well; there still was a kind of nagging ache in her loins, her nerves weren't completely balmed.
When she had read that some women couldn't reach any kind of orgasm, she had felt not quite so inadequate. She was young yet. Sooner or later she would be able to take Phil's cock with utter abandon and really swing!
Creak, creak, creak! came distinctly from the adjoining cabin bedroom. Anna's pussy was wet again; she imagined what was going on next door. Rita claimed she loved to top-ride; was she above him now, stroking on his cock, weaving her white, soft ass around, waving her big titties in his face? Was her pussy fluttering with sweet anticipation?
"OHHHH!" came Rita's plaintive, sexy cry.
Phil brought his mouth down on Anna's eager, opened lips; the slide of his tongue ignited furious thrills along her body. She knew now he was going to play her into another orgasm before he mounted her. She was dreamy with gratitude. She gripped his prick again and stroked her tongue voluptuously around his diving probe.
His hand was making her titties burn and tingle. Her nipples were spiked and tender. She wiggled her hips and rubbed her right thigh against his body.
Bump, bump, pound! The noise kited Anna's passion. A loud, feminine moan of pure delight penetrated the separating wall. I'll bet Rita IS on top! Tomorrow I'll ask her about it. Sexy.
She's coming again! Rita thought, dizzy with need. She curved her hips in a way that she knew would draw Phil's hand down to her drippy, achy cunt. And sure enough, his fingers traveled sweetly down her tummy, into her crotch. She clutched his shoulders with her left hand and arm, she arched her pussy high...
His fingers settled on her shivery twat; he played with the puffy, moist labia, he tickled her burning clitoris; she stroked her tongue furiously up into his mouth--and finally she had to swerve her lips away so she could breathe freely.
His head moved to her titties, she curved them higher. Just as his mouth covered a whole breast, just as his tongue coiled around a nipple, just as his play-finger played with her stiff clit, she felt the hot, quick lash of her come.
"OHHH-OHHHH-I'm coming big!" Rita's loud wail of triumph, as the bed in the other room seemed to rattle as if it were coming apart, Anna roared into her sweetest twitches.
"OHHHHH!" Anna shouted. "Here it COMES!"
The beat, beat, beat of her climax made her bottom toss, her legs vibrate. It was even better than the first come. Something far inside her pelvis tingled juicily, and then the heaven returned to its proper point of sensitivity, her flaming clitoris.
She bucked and moaned and writhed. Phil's cock tensed in her fingers. Oh, surely he wasn't going off! In one way, she wished he would, though. Sometimes he did spurt out in the air... or against her crotch. But he deserved his cunt-slides, his fucking.
When her fun was through, she quieted and breathed her thanks. "Honey, you're so good to me."
"You're my nice, hot baby," he murmured, and now he was sliding above her. She held his cock, guiding it toward her pussy. She spread her long thighs and tilted her ass up. His handsome face was deeply flushed, the passion was bright in his eyes.
Oh, damn! she thought. I'm getting that old fear again...
She closed her eyes and released his cock as the big head began to spread her tender, wet labia. The horrid image of that huge black beast returned to her mind. She remembered the knifing pain, the blood... the knife that he had, which he had threatened her with... his funky, sweaty odor, the stink of his breath... then her scream of hurt, until he clapped a hand over her mouth...
"--You been twitchin' that pretty ass up an' down the street, baby, drivin' me crazy! You need fuckin' and I'm the one that's goin' to get that ripe, sweet little cherry! Damn you, hol' still! You ever turn me in, I kill you, understan'? You think you pretty fancy stuff, bein' half-white. I show you how a real nigger fucks, baby--" She had been wild with fear. They were in a dark alley; she had been walking home from a movie... and this big figure had stepped out of a doorway, grabbing her, clamping a hand over her mouth...
"--I'm gonna fill that young cunt of yours with black nigger come, baby. I'll bring you down where you belongs! I'm gonna stretch that pussy and make you faint, unnerstan'?--"
CHAPTER TWO
"Anna, meet Sue Benson," Rita said, brightly.
Anna had just stepped out of her side of the double cabin, dressed in a snug white play-and-sun suit; she had heard girlish laughter and had wondered who Rita was visiting with. Now she knew.
"Well, glad to know you, honey!" the cute brownette said to Anna. Sue's deep blue eyes roved up and down Anna's body; if she felt any surprise at Anna's being colored, it didn't show.
John and Phil had gone for a walk; they had heard that the waitress at the tavern, around a bend of the lakeshore, had a tremendous pair of titties; they were determined to see for themselves.
"Sue and her husband are at a motel over in the village," Rita continued. "We've known each other for years, but Clay--her new man--has been living in California. That where you met him, honey?"
"Yes. I was singing with a band and he moved in!" she giggled. "He liked it so much he married me!"
"That stuff gets them every time," Rita laughed. "If it's good and hot."
"Honey, I serve it up just the way he likes it!" Sue giggled. She wore brightly colored tights and a revealing blouse. She was in a deck chair, sculptured thighs apart; the tights were so snug the outline of her pussy was clearly limned, even the crevice. Anna smiled and took a chair near Rita's. Sue seemed entranced with Anna's figure. The brownette, although very cute and sexy, looked just a trifle hard, a kind of polish that some showpeople soon possessed. She couldn't be very old, though.
Clay Benson's name was known to Anna. He owned a chain of tire stores; he was at least middle-aged and quite wealthy. Now he had a young, showy bride. He had a big home in Spokane, but he wasn't often there.
"Have you gals been getting any on the side?" Sue asked, boldly. The way she said it, glancing from Rita to Anna, the question had a double-edge. Have you two tried each other? Have you tried a new man lately?
"No on both counts for me," Rita laughed. "But it's an idea."
"My husband gives me all I want," Anna lied.
Sue shook her head. "How old-fashioned can you get? Have you heard? This is the now generation!" Sue's attention was fastened on Anna's partially opened thighs.
Anna felt a sensuous sting in her pussy. Sue's blatant sexiness was interesting; Anna knew some gals who went for Lesbian deals. She hadn't tried it, but she wasn't sure about Rita. Sly remarks the lush blonde had dropped a few times indicated she could probably be persuaded.
"At least you dig a little swapping, don't you?" Sue remarked, winking at Rita. The blonde wore a playsuit, too. She and Anna had planned to go for a walk.
"Sorry to disappoint you, honey," Rita giggled.
"Hell, it's the going thing, gals," Sue laughed, opening her purse, dug for a cigarette. She lit it. Her languid, lazy movements stirred more thrills in Anna's crotch. Sue looked at Anna again.
"Rita tells me you gals are next door neighbors. I'll bet your husbands would like to trade beds for kicks."
Anna remembered the press of John's fingers on her pussy, out in the water. She was sure Phil had sneaked some feels from Rita. Had things been moving that way, had it taken a swingy entertainer, wise in the ways of sex, to actually say it, bring it out in the open? Maybe Sue's appearance at Moon Lake wasn't entirely 'accidental'.
"I've thought about it," Rita smiled.
How would I feel if Phil screwed either one of these sexy, young girls? Anna wondered. Horribly jealous? I'm not giving Phil a real fuck. I think he suspects I'm acting some of it. Oh, hell!
Anna didn't want to sound too square. "Might be fun," she said.
"Well, why don't we three couples have a party and find out?" Sue laughed. "Clay's got several days to goof off... " She wiggled her ass in the deck chair, mischief in her blue eyes. "If that doesn't work out, maybe the three of us can find a game to play! Oh, hell, Rita. Are you going to buy me a drink?"
When Rita disappeared into the cabin Sue leaned forward in her chair and stared boldly at Anna, her tongue wetting her lips, a light flush pinking her throat.
"Damn, you're the sexiest girl I've ever seen, honey! I'm betting ten to one that husband of yours isn't giving you enough... "
"I suppose you can?" Anna murmured, aware of a tingle in her pussy. She had been hoping that Phil would want to play with her that morning, but he hadn't. She had had no real opportunity to play with herself; she'd had a sensual dream about John and had awakened with a wet cunt.
"Can't you feel it?" Sue whispered. "We've got this thing between us. I knew it the minute I saw you... The boys are out doing their big manly things. Clay went to play golf. I call a spade a spade, honey. Look, Rita will go for it. Why don't we have a little girl-party right now?"
Anna trembled. Why wasn't she saying, go to hell, you young bitch? No, she was curious and excited; her pussy was getting wet again. This couldn't be the answer to her problem with Phil, and maybe swapping wasn't either, but she was sick of masturbating. She was seeking, searching. And if Phil ever discovered she was faking her pleasure while he was blading his prick in her pussy, he might cut out! It would be horribly deflating to his ego.
She had another fear, too. If Phil ever caught me playing with myself, he'd probably knock me on my butt! Then he'd kick me out.
Was she really any bitchier than Sue Benson? Hardly! She had simply been hiding her lusts behind a locked bathroom door.
"If we're going to have a swap-party maybe we'd better save a little for the boys," Anna said, hoping she sounded with it.
Sue laughed. "You know men, honey! They're only good for about one shot an evening... "
"I heard that!" Rita exclaimed, reappearing with a serving tray. "And you're so right. I did get John twice last night, but I sure had to work for it!"
Anna was slightly shocked by Rita's words. She had never been this way when just the two of them were together. Sue was evidently bringing the blonde's true nature to the fore. Sue and Rita had known each other back in their school days, apparently. Maybe they had already rubbed cunts.
Just how square am I? Anna asked herself.
"You sure made enough noise!" Anna said, accepting the highball from Rita.
Rita giggled. "I heard your bed creaking too, honey!"
"We made out all right," Anna said, smiling.
"This is all very interesting, gals," Sue laughed. "Are the bedrooms in this setup close together?"
"Just one wall between them," Rita said, dropping into her chair, thighs apart. She glanced at Anna. "Did my yells turn you on, honey?"
Anna just smiled, the memory of the blonde's frantic cries vivid in her mind.
"Well, if you two are listening to each other screw, why don't you set it up so you can watch?" Sue giggled.
"I've thought about that, too," Rita answered, smiling slyly.
"Hell, let's quit gabbing around and do something," Sue remarked.
"You mean like now?" Rita asked, her voice showing her excitement. "Just us gals?"
"Fun's fun," Sue smiled. "I'm not as lucky as you two. Clay's fifty. I haven't had any for three days!"
"What about our swap party, honey?" Rita asked.
"We don't have to go apeshit! A new stud will turn me on big any time."
Rita giggled. "Do you mind if I finish my drink first?"
Anna shivered. She couldn't tell them she had never gone this route; obviously Sue and Rita had. They had no way of knowing that a horrible experience in her younger years had made her afraid of every kind of contact sex. She wasn't going to be a piker, though. If she backed out, she would spoil the whole vacation.
In her own mind, the idea of cheating with another girl wasn't as risky as real infidelity, taking on another man. The vodka was stealing through her veins; Sue's intimate glances were bringing her nipples out, drawing more juice from her pussy.
I'm dying for a come, right now! Anna thought. I woke up with a hot cunt; I was going to play with myself anyway... This shouldn't be too bad.
"Come into my parlor, girls!" Rita laughed, setting her empty glass aside. She stood up, twitching her bottom.
Sue came out of her chair, following Anna inside. As soon as they were through the door Anna felt soft, seeking fingers on her ass. Sue's hand slid between Anna's thighs, from behind.
"Oh, you've got a sweet butt, honey!" She breathed.
Anna, wanting to sound and act sophisticated, laughed. "Rita, I want to come in your parlor!" All three girls laughed.
Anna still was nervous, uncertain. "You two go ahead," she said, her voice shaky. "I've got to take a leak."
Sue's fingers came away from Anna's bottom. "I think you're scared, honey."
"It's been a long time, for this," Anna said, walking toward the bathroom. Laughter from the other two girls followed her into the toilet. She closed the door and leaned against it, breathing fast. She could feel her long clitoris rising, her cunt was burning, her nipples sharp under the halter.
Oh, hell! Can I do it, really?
"Haven't you ever made out with her?" Sue asked, pulling Rita down on a low couch that sat against the wall.
"No, honest," Rita breathed. "Shit, how long has it been, anyway?"
"Years and years, honey," Sue murmured, untying Rita's halter. "I've thought about our thing a lot. Remember when we stayed all night together that time? It was at your place. Hell, that was fun!"
Rita softened, leaning backward, watching Sue's fingers glide over the big mounds of her titties. She could never forget her first piece of girl-pussy. Clinging kisses, twats sliding...
Then, at seventeen, Sue had left Spokane with a salesman and their girlish intimacy had ended. They had corresponded. Sue had started singing with a band. Now she was back, and they could have their thing again, and again.
Rita had been wanting to make a pass at Anna ever since the two had met, but Rita had to admit she was more of the 'fem' type; she liked to have the other girl take the lead. She believed Anna would be a tigress if she ever got started; she was very feminine, but she was also more of a leader. Rita had been hoping that Anna would make the first pass. Well, Sue could handle the situation.
"You're titties are larger, honey," Sue tittered, teasing a pink puffy nipple.
Rita shuddered. She was growing rather tired of John already. She had known about the thin wall between the bedrooms of the double cabin; she had made much more racket than usual, hoping to show Anna and Phil how hot she was. She had lied, too. John had broken his nuts only once, although she had made it twice. He had been rather puzzled, but pleased, by her shouting. She had topped him, as usual. When he was drinking he was lazy; she had to do the bouncing.
John didn't suck her cunt much any more, either. And if she lapped his cock too long, he would come off too soon. He wouldn't want to fuck her tonight. But if they swapped-- God, I'd like to get in Phil's pants! I'm positive he's well hung. John's got seven inches; not bad, but not quite long enough.
Like a lot of young twats around Spokane, Rita had married an older guy for security and money, a nice big house and new cars. Now she was just coming on strong, learning how to fuck good, and John was slowing. She guessed that Anna was in about the same boat. The pretty Mulatto was rather shy when it came to talking about sex. Something wrong there, and Rita wished she knew what it was.
Anna was talking boldly today, though. Was she just putting on, trying to act swingy in front of Sue? Anna was pretty crazy about Phil. Would she really swap him off? Phil was about the sexiest male Rita had ever seen. She wished she had spotted him first.
Anna had so much of everything, though. Long sexy legs and a sweet rounded ass, hard, high titties, a very hot-looking mouth. Her coloration seemed to add to her sultry allure.
"Hey, come on, open my blouse and get my titties out, honey," Sue murmured.
Anna didn't have to piss; she had simply escaped to think for a moment. Now, hands shaking, she came out of the bathroom. Sue and Rita didn't look; they were busily engaged. They were bare to the waist, rubbing breasts and sucking tongues. Sue's hand was on Rita's covered crotch; Rita's thighs were far apart, her ass was curved for the other's caresses.
Anna felt a wave of actual sickness. Watching two girls was wildly stimulating, but it was unnatural, too. In spite of all her arguments in favor of some girl-fun, she knew she couldn't do it, not now. She had barely met Sue. Maybe some other time...
The girls finally broke apart and Sue, her face flushed, eyes burning with passion, looked at Anna.
"Well, come on, honey. Halter and panties off. Let's have a party!"
"I--I'm ill!" Anna cried, walking past the pair toward the door. "That drink made me dizzy A shrewd, cunning expression crossed Sue's face, then it was gone. "Okay, cutie... I'm sorry. Are you going for a swap-party?"
Anna nodded and raced out the cabin door. Crossing the lake-facing patio, she dashed down the steps and took a trail that led out through the timber. She didn't even want to be next door; she was sure to hear the two girls whimpering and bleating their mutual pleasure.
Legs trembling, her face hot, she climbed a narrow trail and came to a small, brush-bordered clearing. An old stump sat in the grassy open space; she went over and sat down on it.
If I couldn't make out with another girl, that would be worse than if I never tried, she thought. I talked so smart! Oh, hell, I wish Phil was here, right now. I wish he was playing with my titties and tickling my cunt. I'm all turned on again!
She couldn't resist. Her private thing had become a habit too strong to break. She was safe here from prying eyes; the forest was very quiet. She stood up and removed her halter and shorts. She spread her shorts to sit on and opened her long, dark thighs. Her right hand went down to her pussy and her left hand lifted to her stinging, hard-nippled breasts.
She had enjoyed the touch of John's hand on her cunt, but she still wasn't sure she wanted another girl doing it. Maybe, some time, with Rita. They were close friends. But not lewdly, with two other girls!
She tilted her hips higher, she opened her puffy cunt lips with practiced fingers, quickly finding her hard, tender clitoris. Oh, it was really up there! It was aching and burning. She played her fingers across her swelling titties, beginning to pant with sweet anticipation.
* * *
"That's the way, honey," Sue breathed, sliding between Rita's spread-apart thighs. "Just like old times."
Rita swung her drippy cunt up to meet Sue's lowering pussy. Ohhhh, shit! This is good! She fingered my cunt and sucked my nipples and now I'm about to come off already!
"The Negra's chicken," Sue murmured, sliding her cunt burningly against Rita's twat.
"I don't care about her, now, honey!" Rita panted. "Bring me! Get my gun off!"
"I'll make you holler, just like I used to, baby," Sue breathed, hunching slowly. The couch began to creak. The rub of cunts and breasts brought their past enjoyments vividly into Rita's mind. Sue was more knowing and experienced now. She knew just how to squirm her hot pussy on Rita's most ! sensitive area, near her clitoris.
"Ohhhhh!" Rita cried. The fuck-thrills were turning sweeter. No worry now about a softening prick; girls could use more sex than men; they could come and come.
Rita drew her legs back farther, and now Sue raised up slightly, aiming her mouth at Rita's titties. Rita watched the red, wet tongue come out and coil around one of her stiffened nipples. Dreamy! The hunches of her cunt were more provocative; she was softening and letting Sue do most of the work.
Hump, hump--tingle, tingle! The prick-ache was there, deep in her twat, but she was making it, making it. And how!
"Come to me, honey!" Sue cried, poking faster.
Rita felt the brownette's clitoris sticking in her shivery cunt, almost like a small cock, and the beaty come-thrills burst in her loins. Ohhhh, so slowly and excruciatingly beautiful!
The springs of the couch rattled as they heaved and pounded together, legs kicking, twats throbbing. Rita felt her vagina convulse, almost as though a prick was sliding and swelling inside it; She yelled again, fiercely.
* * *
Anna played with her aching clitoris until the sweet shivers made her gasp. Ohhh, not yet! Drag out the fun! She rested, panting. How ridiculous that she had to tickle herself--but Phil just wasn't giving her enough.
A few more caresses. Her nipples were very hard and erect. Jesus, it's good today! More dreamy thrills coasted through her pelvis. Think about Phil now. Imagine he's sucking my nipples and fingering my pussy.
Make it come slowly. Yes, that was the way. She waved her legs and squirmed her ass on the stump. Being out in the open, in the timber, seemed to make her thrills deeper. Blades of joy fled along her thighs, down from her titties.
Suddenly she was wondering how it would be to have John fiddle with her inch-long clitoris. Maybe he would go down on me, eat my cunt! I know I'd love it. Maybe he would let me suck his prick. I'm crazy to try it. A nice white cock, not an awful black tube...
Don't think about that!
OHHHH, now! She couldn't dally with it any longer. Now, ohhh, yes, yes, yes! Fuck, fuck! Her fingers flew on her clit, her titties swelled, her legs trembled, her ass came up higher...
Pop your pretty pussy now, colored gal! Boom it! Come, come, come... It was coming so achingly, sugary throbs tearing at her cunt, shaking her whole body.
Jesus, wham, bang, boom!
She almost hunched her ass off the stump. Her heels dug into the grassy soil. The sharp fuck-shots had never been keener or sweeter. Was it because she had heard John's groan of pleasure the night before, or was it because Sue had excited her so strangely? It didn't matter, she was having her fun, fun, fun!
I come so good alone, I wonder if I need a man? she thought. But I am crazy about Phil. If I could just get over that prick-fear. If I could just have a deep, pelvic orgasm...
CHAPTER THREE
"Dance a little closer, baby," Clay Benson breathed in Anna's ear.
Anna laughed softly and swung her hips inward. She was feeling the gin that had been flowing at Sue's party. Clay had rented an old-style barroom for the evening entertainment; it was at the rear of the tavern, close to Moon Lake.
Sue had asked the girls to wear bikinis; the men were more conservatively dressed. At the moment Sue was dancing with John Decker, and Phil had his arms around Rita.
Anna felt a flare of jealousy. Phil liked the idea of the party, and while no word about swapping had been mentioned between them, she knew that Sue and Rita were all for it.
They had their Lesbian fun this morning, and now they want a new prick, Ann thought. And I went out in the woods and played with myself. Am I any better, really?
If Phil wants some new stuff, a white girl, I guess I can't yell, she thought. I'm not giving him the kind of sex a man likes! Oh, hell! If it comes right down to the fucking III have to pretend with Clay or John, too.
"What's the matter, beautiful?" Clay chuckled, dancing her toward a shadowy corner.
"Nothing, honey!" she said, brightly. Clay was agreeably masculine; despite his age he kept in trim, his belly was hard and flat, he had a kind of dissipated look that lots of girls found appealing, and she was no exception.
"You've got a real classy body, Anna," Clay murmured, his hand sliding up her nude waist. Anna felt twitchy excitement between her thighs; he was getting a hard-on, she could feel it pressing against her bikini panties.
"You're not so bad yourself, honey," Anna said, feeling his right hand continue its course up between them. His fingers closed around a covered tittie. I like this kind of sex, anyway, she thought.
They were now hidden in a kind of alcove. He drew her mini-halter down and cupped a tingly breast. His mouth sought hers; she let him find it, spreading her lips, enjoying the touch of a new man. It was naughty and wrong, but if the other married girls could swing, she could, too.
His tongue plunged hungrily into her eager mouth, her nipple erected in his playful hand. Delish'! He squeezed and fondled her girl-flesh; she slid her tongue across his probe; his prick-bulge was growing inside his trousers.
"Change partners!" Sue exclaimed, her voice rising above the pound of the juke box.
Anna giggled, drawing her mini-halter back over her stinging breasts.
They came out of the alcove and walked to the bar. Clay had filled several cocktail shakers with martinis, they sat in iced bowls. Anna didn't look Phil in the eye; she felt guilty about letting Clay fondle her breasts, but obviously Phil had been fooling around with Rita's bulging titties.
Rita felt pussy juice leaking out into her bikini panties. Oh, that Phil is sexy! She had danced with him before; when Phil and Anna, John and herself, had double dated, she had slyly rubbed her body against his at the Country Club, at the Elks. But this was far more exciting.
"I've thought of a game we can play, kiddies!" Sue laughed, her left arm still around John's waist.
"I thought we were going to change partners," Rita said. "Not that I want to."
"Oh, we will, honey!" Sue answered. "Don't be such an eager beaver. Clay tells me the upstairs rooms here used to be cribs. That give you gals any wild ideas?"
"Plenty!" John chuckled. "Are the beds still there?"
Everybody laughed.
"Okay, here's what we'll do," Sue giggled. "You men go over to the bar and pretend like you just came in. You're looking for a B-girl to take upstairs. You look the merchandise over and decide which girl you want. We don't have any madam to louse up the works. How does that sound?"
More laughter. Anna trembled. Wasn't swapping enough?
"How do the men decide who gets first choice?" Clay cackled, staring at Anna.
"Flip a coin, I suppose," Sue replied. "Come on, gals--we can sit on a couch and look pretty while the boys make up their minds!"
Shivering inside, Anna drifted to one of the couches and perched on one end. Giggling, Sue and Rita sprawled attractively on the cushions, thighs apart.
"Do your stuff, now," Sue laughed, glancing from Rita to Anna. "Act sexy!"
This is it! Anna thought. I'm going to get a new man, a strange screw. I guess I've had enough gin to swing that far out... I let Clay kiss me and tease my titties. He made my pussy wet.
A crazy thought ran through her head. Could she turn on big with a different prick in her cunt?
The men were laughing and tossing a coin. Phil seemed just as pleased about the deal as John and Clay. She didn't want to lose him! He might get a taste of a hot, white pussy and not want his Mulatto wife any more...
"Hurry up over there!" Sue called.
The men left the bar and all three walked toward the couch. John or Clay? Both had wide grins on their faces. When Clay took Anna's hand she knew what the pairing would be--the same as before, while the six had been dancing.
"I--need another drink, first," Anna said. Her heart was thudding. She saw Rita bounce from the couch and push herself against Phil, her face flushed with excitement. Sue caught John's hand, drawing him down beside her.
Anna turned and walked to the bar with Clay. Her legs were wobbly. She did need more gin. Things were happening too swiftly- Rita and Phil were walking toward the door that opened on the stairway.
I guess I'd rather have him screw Rita, Anna thought, tearing her eyes away. Clay poured her another martini. She heard the door close. Sue and John were necking furiously on the sofa.
"I was the first winner, baby," Clay said. "I always was lucky on a toss."
"I'm flattered, honey!" Anna said, her voice trembly. Be bright and sexy. "Maybe I won't be such a good toss."
Clay laughed, sliding his hand around her waist, breathing on her throat. Out of the corner of her eye she saw John's hand invade Sue's bikini panties. They still were sucking tongues. What was Phil doing to Rita about now? Ohhh, damn!
Anna drank the martini almost greedily. Maybe if she got drunk enough she wouldn't think too much.
A moment later Sue and John left the couch and headed toward the stairway. When they disappeared Clay slipped Anna's halter all the way down and cupped a tittie. She trembled.
"You call it, beautiful," he said. "We don't have to rush... "
"Let's play around here awhile, Clay. I like that." She smiled and reached down to his basket, feeling a sudden wave of slutty need. Her orgasm out in the bushes hadn't slaked her sex hunger. She shaped the outline of his cock, pressing.
He took his hands from her and began undressing. She stepped away, removing her loosened white halter. She twitched her hips. His eyes flared with passion, his shirt came off, exposing his tanned chest. A sprinkling of sandy hair, matching the color of the hair on his head, his clean masculine aroma, turned her on more. While he loosened his pants and pushed them down, she arched her breasts out and weaved her shoulders. A Negress was supposed to be hot stuff. I'll give him a fuck, she thought. I need a come right now!
* * *
Phil watched Rita crawl onto the upstairs bed and slide her bikini down her plump, white thighs. Terrific construction, her light blonde bush didn't quite cover her pussy. He could see moisture on the crevice. A single lamp beside the bed gave adequate illumination for full enjoyment.
He had watched Rita in sun suits, in bikinis, and in cocktail frocks. Those big titties of hers had fascinated him ever since they had met, around two years before. She had been giving him the eye and the flirt for a long time, and the way she kissed, with her tongue lashing in his mouth, he had an idea she would like to have her cunt sucked.
And why the hell hadn't he ever put his head between his wife's long thighs and lapped her pussy?
She's afraid of my prick, he thought, as he had many, many times. She loves the playing around, she comes off hard that way, but every time I mount her and push it in, she acts scared! I wish I knew what the hell is bugging her. If she was a good hot screw, I wouldn't be here...
He wondered fleetingly how Clay was doing with Anna. Could he overcome that fixation of hers?
"What's the matter, honey?" Rita giggled, spreading her soft thighs and weaving her ass on the bed. "I've waited a long time for this!"
He felt just drunk enough to say anything. He knew he couldn't keep going along with Anna indefinitely. She was perfect in every department except one. It was damned deflating to his ego to screw his wife and feel her pull away slightly every time he stroked.
Anna put on a good show; she arched her ass and panted and wiggled, but she couldn't trick him as she had the first few times. He had been so crazy about her, her exquisite beauty and figure, he had decided that she would gradually turn into a very hot lay. Not so. He realized she would enjoy the playing around oftener than he gave it to her, but how the hell could he get enthused when it always ended the same way? No matter how long he screwed her, her pussy didn't respond naturally.
"Nothing at all, blondie," he said, at last, grinning down at Rita. "That's a very cute pussy."
She giggled. "Hurry up with those clothes, honey. I'm sure glad we finally got around to this!"
He nodded, getting his trousers off. He kicked his loafers away and lowered his briefs.
"Ohhhhh, that's a beauty of a prick, honey!" she trilled, staring. "I hope I'm as hot as that sexy wife of yours."
A talker in the bedroom. Okay. He sank down beside her and caressed her wide-apart thighs, lowering his head toward her big, pink-tipped boobs. Her fingers found his cock; she fondled it skillfully. She was starting to breathe faster.
"Ohhh, hurry and play with my cunt, honey!" she whispered. "Just think of all the girls who have been screwed on this bed!"
Did these young hot married broads think a whore went off with every customer? Rita still was rather young. He teased his fingers across her pussy and took a stiff pink rosebud in his lips. She shuddered, arching her cunt higher. Why hadn't he gotten some of this before? Because he had tried to keep his screwing at home...
"Ohhhh, shit!" Rita panted. "That's terrific!"
Now he slid his longest finger slickly into her cunt. She moaned, coming up on it. A promising flutter of her twat made his cockhead tingle. Here was a girl with an active pussy! She loved it. Well, Anna did, too, up to a point. The point of her long clit!
He sucked her other tittie and worked his finger in and out of her cunt. Another sweet shudder. Her fingers clutched at his cock.
"Ohhhh, honey!" she panted. "Bring me now! Please!"
Her nipple stiffened in his lips, her titties curved higher, her hips jiggled the bed. He felt a sensuous quivering inside her pussy. Great! He made his finger-strokes longer.
"I heard you two fucking last night in the cabin," she gasped. "Ohhhh, it turned me on! Ohhhh --honey --that's the way. Nice and slow... OHHHH --shit! Here it comes! OHHHHH!"
The delectable shudder of her whole body, the sensual churn of her cunt around his finger, kited his passion. She moaned and humped and panted. Damn, it was good to feel a pussy vibrate again.
John was a lucky sonofabitch. His big blonde really blew it when she went off. Wham, bang, boom! Swap sex, fun sex. Gin and pussy.
He pulled his drippy finger out of her snatch and crawled down between her thighs. The urge to tongue her cunt was overpowering. Soft, eager flesh...
He slipped his hands under her yielding ass, hearing her gasp with pleasure. He kissed the velvety planes close to her cunt. He kneaded her bottom with his fingers. She whimpered, swinging her crotch higher. The restraint between husband and wife, and Anna's penis-fear, had kept him from lapping her cunt. Well, Rita wasn't afraid of anything connected with sex; she loved the whole bit. She had a sweet-smelling puss, which he had already determined; he licked at the puffed-out slit, feeling her tremors of delight. He ran his tongue up and down the crevice, locating her clitoris.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped. "Ohhh, honey-I love it!"
Wiggle, wiggle, into the juicy cove. Her legs came back farther, her hands caught in his hair, her ass weaved, her fuck-lifts put an extra stiffness in his cock. Her vagina was starting to flutter again, every time he dived his tongue. All this fancy blonde stuff right next door, and he hadn't had the guts to slide his hand under her miniskirt or squeeze a tittie.
He could hardly wait to push his cock in her active fun-cove, the prospect was terrifically tantalizing. After two years of disappointment with Anna, during which time he hadn't chippied on her, the urge to fuck Rita was a goad in his loins. But the sexy blonde expected a good workout from him. She wasn't going to be let down.
Slide, slide-whimper, whimper. She was really going for it. John probably tongued her cunt, the fortunate devil.
* * *
Anna took off her white bikini panties and watched Clay drop his briefs. He didn't have as much meat as Phil, but it would certainly be enough. Maybe she could satisfy him without actually screwing him. Be playful and reckless now, a swinger.
"That looks delish', honey!" she exclaimed, stepping forward and holding his rigid cock in her right hand.
"Baby, you've got plenty of everything," he breathed, his right hand cupping her bare, hot pussy. His head lowered to her titties.
"Think you'd like some smoked meat, huh?" she giggled, worming her ass.
His mouth covered a nipple, his fingers caressed her tingly puss. She tilted her hips nearer. Ohhhh, wonderful! He was teasing her clitoris, the sweet thrills shot across her loins, down her legs. His finger slid juicily into her cunt. Ginny lances of pleasure grew sharper.
"Make me come, honey!" she panted. Moisture was dripping from his cockhead down onto her fingers; she squeezed his cock, caressed his crotch and his nuts.
I met him just today, and I'm letting him play with my cunt, she thought. Well, it was part of the game. After Phil screwed Rita he probably wouldn't want his smoky girl again... Well, she had pretended about long enough. Love and affection was great, but a real man wanted a good hot fuck at home...
His fingers moved faster on her tender clitoris. His mouth was busy with her breast-tip and nipple. They still were standing, but that didn't matter; she was almost there... almost ready for her first strange come-off...
"Ohhhh, Jesus!" she cried. "Here it blows! Uhhhh-ohhhh-OHHHH!"
She closed her eyes and imagined that Phil was bringing her this shivery slice of heaven. His finger was in her cunt, his mouth was on her nipple... Some swapper I am! Thinking of my husband when I come! Ohhhh, I NEED it!
She panted and hunched and nearly fell. Clay's mouth drew away from her quivering titties. She finished leaning against him, hugging him. His finger came away from her clit, he grabbed her around the ass. She let go of his cock, and it flattened on her belly.
"You always go for it standing up, baby?" he chuckled, kneading her butt-flesh.
She laughed her party laugh. "Sometimes I can come out on a dance floor, honey."
He steered her to the couch; he sat down first and then the big idea struck her gin-blurred thoughts. I want to suck a prick! I never have. Would it help me with my problem? I guess Phil doesn't like it; he's never asked me to. Oh, hell!
She swung down to her knees, opening her lips, running her tongue out between them. He spread his legs apart.
"Go ahead, baby," he said. "But take it real slow and easy."
Suddenly she remembered a thing she had read in a sex instruction book. She leaned closer and pushed her hard, tender titties against his loins; she began rubbing her breasts around at the base of his cock, across his belly. She let his cock slip between her titties; she squeezed the flesh around his shaft. Ohhhh, it was fun, fun, fun!
"Man, you've got fine, hard titties!" he breathed, pushing his prick higher.
She caressed his nuts gently. She knew how to do that, anyway. Now she took his shaft in her right hand and brought her lips down to the swollen cockhead. I'm not afraid of a prick this way, she thought. I WANT to suck it. Why won't Phil let me suck his cock?
Her mouth opened, she took the pink, wet knob inside. Delish'! I'm wild about it. Isn't a girl's mouth almost as good as a cunt?
She coiled her tongue across the glans, feeling his tremor of pleasure. His ass curved higher. The feel of her lips around the man-meat just below the knob filled her with greedy lust. She moved her head eagerly up and down, up and down...
"Stop a minute, baby!" he said, his voice shaky.
She paused. Her cunt was burning, her titties were of fire. This is my THING, she thought, dizzily. Yum, yum. Better than candy! I love it!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Make my titties come up real hard, honey," Sue Benson said to John. They were on one of the upstairs beds, both naked. John was on his knees, his head between Sue's brown-tipped breasts; she was keeping her thighs together at the moment.
Sue was putting on a lot; he had already fingered her cunt and kissed her on the mouth, but she wasn't heating up as swiftly as most babes. She knew all the motions, the twists and wiggles, and she had a dirty mouth, but he had been with better broads.
He had been hoping to get Anna on the coin toss; there was a girl who acted really hot. The day before, out in the lake, he had squeezed her pussy, and she had come right up on his hand. Bold and sexy! He had danced with her many times, felt the tremors of passion in her beautiful body.
Why the hell did Clay and Sue have to come along? John had decided that Anna and Rita were almost in the mood to trade bedrooms. Hearing the dusky girl shout her climax, through that thin wall, had given him one hell of a charge. He liked to imagine that Anna did a lot of top-riding, like Rita. Anna was leggy and agile and about the sexiest girl he had ever seen.
"Ohhh, that's better, honey," Sue whispered, as he sucked a nipple. She was playing her fingers in his brown, wavy hair. Her right hand reached for his prick; he was close enough so she could hold it. He countered her move by sliding his hand down her belly to her cunt. Her thighs began to open, at last.
"Don't you like a new girl for a change, honey?" Sue trilled.
Talk, talk, talk. Even Rita did more of it than he really liked. But she backed it up with action; his blonde was a good screw, he had to admit it. He was glad Phil had her; Clay was kind of an overbearing bastard. Still, if he hadn't rented this old barroom and crib, the swap might not have happened. Sue had talked to Rita and Anna; she was the ringleader. California stuff.
He played with her pussy, and she jacked his prick slowly.
"Takes me a while to work up to it, honey," she whispered. "But when I come, you'll know!"
He muttered an answer and pushed his finger up in her moistened twat.
"Uhhhh-I dig that, honey!" she breathed, arching her ass higher. She started rotating her butt. "Want to suck it and make me real hot?"
"Let's do a sixty-nine, baby."
She giggled. "Now you're talking, honey!"
With a mouthful of prick she won't be able to jack her jaws, he thought, swinging his body around. Her moves and adjustments said this was no new thing for her. He lowered his hips toward her face and she pulled her thighs apart, curving her twat up for his mouth. Her lips covered the head of his cock with clever knowingness. He kissed her snatch and wiggled his tongue along the dewy crevice. A shudder of excitement rewarded his efforts, her thighs twitched.
Easy young bitch, he thought. I met her today, and now I'm lapping her cunt. I don't like the way she and Rita giggle around and look at each other. They had known each other back in their high school days, and maybe they had rubbed twats for kicks. Plenty of young girls did. His own experiences before marriage wouldn't stand a strong light, although he hadn't gone the homo route.
Why the hell couldn't he keep his mind on Sue's body? The real reason was that he was envious of Clay. He had been watching Anna so long he was wild to get in her panties.
I hear those colored gals have hot cunts. Damn, I'll bet that's something when she goes off!
* * *
Anna gave Clay's cock a few more lingering sucks. His face was flushed, his eyes were turning glassy. He shuddered, and his shaft stiffened. She had been dallying with it for long moments.
"Baby," he gasped. "Swing up and on! Get in my lap--" She knew it was too late, though. He moaned, his prick tensed in her fingers, his nuts came up tight, his exposed knob swelled... and suddenly a white gout of come leaped from his prickhead. His hips lurched, he cried out sharply. As the juice pulsed from his cock, Anna didn't know exactly what to do. The idea of taking his come in her mouth didn't appeal to her; the whole thing was so new for her she simply leaned back and watched. Her cunt was burning again; she knew she could easily use two or three more tickle-comes.
"Sonofabitch!" Clay groaned, falling limply back on the couch. Most of his juice had spurted high and landed on his heaving belly. He opened his eyes. A look of anger crossed his flushed face. "Hell, why didn't you keep it in your mouth, baby? You think you're too good to eat my come?"
Anna leaped to her feet. "I'm sorry I couldn't climb up on it! You can jack off from now on if you want any!" She was furious.
She found the wisps of her bikini, the robe she had worn to the party, and strode angrily toward the door. She slid quickly into the robe, unlocked the panel and slammed it behind her as she stepped out into the cool evening air.
Thankfully, the double cabin wasn't far away. I'm glad I didn't fuck him, now, she thought, shaking with mixed emotions. She passed the tavern and its glare of neons and ran along the trail toward her temporary home.
Oh, I hate to leave Phil with Rita. When I calm down, I'll need more sex, too. Hell with Clay, he's kind of an egotistical bastard. One shot in a night is probably his limit. He loved the way I sucked his meat. He just waited too long...
Phil was flat on his back and Rita was starting to crawl up on his rigid cock. He had finger-fucked her and tongued her cunt hard until she had busted her cookies again; now she was going to top-ride. He couldn't take much more waiting; the ache to go off was very strong, even with the gin slowing his reflexes. He could shoot another wad, he was sure of that, with a new chick.
From down below came the hard bang of a door closing. Rita seemed unaware of it; her face was flushed with fuck-fever, her big titties were swollen with accumulated passion. At the moment he didn't give a damn what was happening elsewhere; he was finally going to get his stinger in Rita's cunt.
Her wet pussy touched the head of his cock, he felt the sensuous spread of her labia, her ass quivered, her mouth opened.
"Ohhhh, honey!" she panted. "It's going to be tight!"
She hunched down, she moaned, her soft white thighs twitched and then his shaft was slipping snugly up into her shivery twat. Man, oh, man! The arch of her body, as he fondled her puffy breasts, feeling her cunt flutter around his length of meat, his passion soared.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she panted, going slowly around and around. "Ohhhh, shit! This is the best I ever had!"
He teased her pink nipples, watching the rapt expression on her pretty face. She came away up, then shiverly all the way down. The sweet twitching of her cunt made him realize what he had been missing for two years.
"Ohhhh, honey, I could screw you all night!" she panted, resting. "It's just the right size, just the right length!"
Now, a slow bounce, bounce, bounce. She gasped and paused, prolonging her pleasure, as a good girl should. He knew he couldn't keep from blasting when she went off again, and she seemed to sense it.
More slow, voluptuous strokes. He raised his ass slightly so she could have every inch to slide on. She shivered and breathed her thanks, resting again. The tension was rising; he was panting when she panted. She was timing her hunches perfectly. Just when his nuts were about ready to bust, she waited, gasping joyfully. More delectable flutters of her snug, lively pussy, kited his passion to a new, blazing height. His cock felt a yard long. At the bottom of every measured stroke, his knob touched the depths of her cunt.
"Ohhhh, honey!" she cried. "I have to finish! Ohhhh--come with me--please!"
"Yes, baby, yes!" he cried, feverish with lust. Why can't I do this with Anna, he thought, wildly. This is really balling it!
"Here--I--go!" she shouted. Her ass flew on his rigid cock, the juicy slap-slap of her cunt at the base of his shaft made the sensations doubly sweet and hot. Suddenly her bouncing reached a new swift pitch, and then a burning coil of snakes seemed to grip his throbbing cock. The achy fire started way up in his spine, shooting down to his crotch, then more thrills came up his legs, his nuts pulled way up, and just as the fire leaped from the head of his cock, her pussy literally exploded!
Spurt after luscious spurt burst from his cockhead, her cunt convulsed around his shaft with sugary intensity. Bang, boom, wham! The bed shook, her whole soft, white body shook and trembled with the fury of her orgasm. She seemed to be pounding his knob clear up into her belly.
The delectable hard tightenings became luscious throbs and then faded gradually into feathery flutters as her ass-lifts slowed. She softened on him, panting and perspiring, her big titties cushioned warmly on his heaving chest.
"My God," she whispered, still breathing fast. "Ohhhh, Phil--I have to say it. I never had it so good, never!"
"Hell, you know it, blondie. I shot it all!"
They rested, close and snugly joined. His prick still was hard. He could hardly believe it. He had been so used to Anna's imitation sensuality when he was fucking her, the wonder of Rita's body, her responsiveness, continued to amaze and please him.
"I've got to have you again, Rita," he murmured.
"Ohhhh, I know it, honey! Now I feel bad... " He murmured agreement. What had started as just a fun and swap fuck had turned into something tremendous. As much as he cared for Anna, he could see how shallow her sexiness really was--too much show and not much go. She had never, with him, gone off totally, not the way Rita came.
Why, why? That was the question that had haunted him for almost two years. Wasn't he man enough to turn on a colored girl? How could she enjoy the playing around, the tittie and clit comes, and not swing the rest of the way?
I'm a real man with Rita, he thought. I feel as big as a mountain. She's pretty and plump and sexy and pleasant, and she's got the hottest cunt I ever fucked!
"... hey, break it up," came Clay's voice drunkenly.
Phil heard the sound of a fist on a door, down the upstairs hallway. Clay must be trying to spoil the party for Sue and John.
"Don't move, honey!" Rita breathed. "It's Clay-I wonder what happened with him and Anna?"
More voices came faintly from the hallway, then sounds of an argument. John and Clay, now. Sue's voice rose thrilly above theirs.
"... go on back down and get drunk! We aren't through with our party!"
"The hell you aren't, baby!" Clay roared.
Phil felt his cock begin to shrivel. Rita swore under her breath; she rolled away, and his prick slipped out of her hot, snug cunt. She wiggled to the door, holding a towel against her crotch. Phil sighed. More arguments, curses. The party was obviously over.
* * *
Phil walked along the trail toward the cabin. He had already learned that Anna had left after some kind of argument with Clay. He, Phil, was the extra husband now; he hadn't joined the drunken word exchange; he had simply cut out. Maybe Sue and Rita could get their husbands calmed down and maybe not.
Damn, that Rita is something! he thought. J wanted to fuck her again. She wants it, too. Maybe tomorrow. I never had such a hot cunt in my life.
He still cared about Anna, though. He was worried right now. She had told Sue and Rita she would go for a swap, she had come to the party room, she had downed her share of martinis, and she hadn't backed away, anywhere along the line. Had Clay made her sore?
What could he do to help her get over this thing that made her frightened of regular screwing? Why wouldn't she tell him? Why keep up this silly pretense of enjoying the slide of prick-meat?
He felt compassion for his petal-fresh young wife. He had sucked Rita's cunt; why hadn't he ever gone down on Anna? Would she like to eat his prick? They had never tried that, either. Her naive manner, the first time he had got her gun off, had amazed him. And when he had pushed it in her the first time, he had thought her flinching and hesitancy had been because she was a virgin! Not so. Someone else had picked her cherry.
It was an infuriating, frustrating situation. Now, he had found a lusty blonde, right next door, who went crazy when he plugged his prong in her outlet.
By god, I'm going to ask Anna what's wrong! It's driving me up a tree. This playing around for a climax is kid stuff.
He started to climb the steps to the patio; he suddenly heard a very peculiar sound.
* * *
"... ohhhh, Jesus!" Anna's voice, and she sounded excited, sexually stimulated.
The window that opened on the living room of their unit was raised, and the sound had come from there. He tiptoed, crept up to the window, where a blade of light showed beneath the edge of the old-fashioned pull-down blind. He put his eyes to the crack.
For a moment he could scarcely believe his eyes. Anna was alone, she was naked, sitting on the couch, dusky thighs wide apart, and her right hand was on her curved up cunt, her left was massaging her titties. Her long clitoris seemed longer than ever.
"Ohhhh!" she cried, again, her fingers moving faster on her drippy twat.
He had never watched a girl masturbate; he couldn't argue with the act itself; he had jacked off countless times. But why the hell did a young married girl have to play with her cunt? He felt a wash of anger and shame. It was a hard blow to his ego.
In one way he was glad she hadn't fucked Clay, or if she had, the thing had ended in a violent disagreement; she had walked out. Had Clay found her unresponsive cunt too much to cope with? He had to admit he was confused, disgusted, put down.
He noticed that Anna was not diving her finger inside her pussy; her sex-play was confined to the twat-lips and her stiff clitoris and her hard, swollen titties. Her uneven breathing, her occasional fuck-lifts, the shake of her long, beautiful legs, was putting starch in his prick.
She was about to reach her climax. He had an impulse to pound on the side of the cabin and spoil her fun, but a lewd fascination held his hand. Maybe he could learn something about his pretty wife. Let her finish. Then he would confront her with it.
The sight of her clit, rising from the pink, puffed labia, her playful touches on it, her expression of pure lust as she stared at her crotch, burned across his mind like an evil flame.
The only satisfaction he gained from it was the fact that Clay hadn't given her what she needed, or not enough of it.
"Ohhhh-OHHH!" she cried, softly, passionately. Her hips arched very high, her fingers moved faster on her tiny pecker. Her legs quivered, she fondled her titties with more vigor.
"Ohhhh--Phil!" she panted. Her head flew back, her ass curved upward and the fuck-shivers seized her pelvis. Her frantic shudders of pleasure wiggled the couch; she kicked her legs wildly. He had seen that taut expression on her face many times when she broke her cookies. Now, she was having her fun alone, and he was sure she must be doing it often.
She blurted my name when she flipped! he thought. How can I fight that? His anger turned to compassion, again. He pulled away from the window, his prick hard, his nuts tight. He waited a moment in the darkness, giving her time to get herself straightened around, and then came noisily up the steps. When he entered the living room she wasn't in sight. A faint aroma of perfume and pussy lingered in the air.
"I'm back, Anna," he called.
"I'll be right out, honey... " She was in the bathroom. She was probably swabbing her pussy after her violent orgasm.
He was sitting on the couch where she had bucked out her pleasure, having a cigarette, when she came out of the bathroom wearing a shorty beach robe. She still looked flustered.
"You sure broke it up," he said.
She rushed over and sat down at his left, hugging him, her breath warm on his throat. "Oh, Phil! I don't like swapping! I thought I could--I went along with it for a while... " Bitter words filled his mouth, but he couldn't say them. You couldn't wait for your husband to come home; you had to play with your cunt. Sonofabitch!
"I understand, honey," he said. But he didn't. Would he ever?
"Did you--have fun with Rita?" she asked, still clutching at him.
"We were pretty drunk," he said lamely.
"Phil, I know this sounds crazy, but I don't mind it when you're with her. I mean, we're such good friends, and I know I'm not pleasing you the way I should... "
"What?" he asked, startled.
"I--meant it, honey," she blurted. "I just don't want to lose you!"
Now he felt cheap. His throat tightened; he couldn't utter the words that leaped to his lips.
She kissed him hard on the mouth. How in hell was he ever going to explain to her just how much Rita liked his big, long cock? How in hell could he ever unlock the passion that must lie somewhere inside the beautiful young wife?
CHAPTER FIVE
"Clay and Sue pulled out," Rita said to Anna.
"Good riddance!" Anna replied, sipping coffee.
The girls were sitting on the patio wearing light robes over their nighties. Anna had left Phil sleeping soundly in bed, and evidently John was still pounding the pillow, too. Bright morning sun on the lake, the fresh smell of pine trees, gave Anna a lift. She was slightly hung over. The night before seemed like a bad dream.
"Sue called me earlier," Rita continued, the folds of her robe drifting apart as she raised her coffee cup to her lips.
"I heard your phone ringing," Rita said. "Clay was pretty sore."
"What did you do to him, anyway?" Rita asked, winking.
"It's what I didn't do that made him mad," Anna said, her cheeks hot. She could see Rita's pink nipples through the thin, frilly bodice of her nightie. The blonde looked fresh and bright-eyed, as though she hadn't consumed any gin at all.
She acts very pleased with herself, Anna thought. I'll bet she gave Phil a real hot screw! He's sleeping like a log.
"Tell me about it, honey!" Rita giggled.
"Well, he treated me like I was a cheap chippy," Anna said. "I went down on him and I didn't climb up on him in time."
Rita burst out laughing. "Oh, don't look so mad, honey... It's over. We've got a couple of real he-men here, so what're we yelling about?"
Anna put her cup down, determined to finish the revealing, sexy conversation, if possible. "How did you make out?"
Rita's blue eyes searched Anna's. "Are you jealous because I got Phil, honey?"
"No, honest. If he wants a change I'd rather it was with you, Rita... " Rita sighed. "Big bridge crossed! I'm real envious of you, honey. Phil's some man!" She winked and smiled. "I wish things hadn't ended so soon."
Anna felt a sensuous heat between her thighs; when she had a slight hangover, her sex-urges seemed sharper. Yes, she had played with herself after she had returned to the cabin the night before, and she had finished just in time, too. Phil had almost caught her.
If he ever saw me teasing my clitoris, I'd die of shame, she thought, guiltily. Oh, hell. I wish I could tell somebody about my problem. I wouldn't mind letting John play with me, but he would sure be disappointed when he started to fuck me.
Would Rita be able to help her? She seemed so perfectly adjusted, with no sex hangups. Her manner seemed to invite intimate confidences.
Anna decided to take the plunge. "Rita, I have something to tell you... "
"Honey, go ahead! We're good friends. I know something's been bugging you for a long time. I guess you think I'm pretty bad, doing that thing with Sue. She's changed a lot. I found out I like men much better... "
"I just couldn't," Anna replied. "I haven't been around much... I know what a lot of people think about colored girls--" She looked out over the lake. "When I was fourteen a big black devil tore my clothes off and--raped me... "
"Oh, that's awful, honey!" Rita gasped.
"I didn't date after that, or anything... " She faltered, blood rushing to her cheeks. "I guess you know what I did for sex." She rushed on, now that the dam had started to break inside her. "Phil was the first guy to make out with me after that thing. I love everything he does to me except the penis part. Oh, hell! I have to pretend. I'm still afraid when he starts to put it in!"
"You poor thing!" Rita exclaimed. "Have you been to a doctor?"
"Not about that," Anna said, dryly. "How would I say it, Rita? 'Look, doc, I'm a married girl, but I've got a dead pussy! I can't come with my husband!' Wouldn't that sound great?"
Rita shook her blonde head. "But you can come all right when he plays around, can't you?"
"You know it!" Anna said, smiling. She did feel better now that she had told her good friend and neighbor.
"Well, you're young yet, honey," Rita answered, a puzzled frown on her forehead. "Some gals can't swing until they're a lot older than we are. I've read about it--but I think it's because they don't learn anything. I guess I'm lucky! My mother showed me how to use contraceptives when I was real young, and she gave me some good advice, too... Look, I shouldn't ask this, but you and Phil go other routes, don't you?"
Anna's hands were shaking. "I never went down on a guy until--last night... "
"Oh, that's awful!" Rita cried. "It's really fun... Doesn't Phil go down on you?"
Anna shook her head, her face flaming.
Rita could hardly believe her ears. Phil sucked my pussy like a veteran, she thought. I loved it! This is some situation. But I remember now; I had to ask John to suck my cunt. Anna's all fouled up with this terrible rape business...
"Well, just suggest it, honey," Rita said at last. Her pussy was wet; all this conversation was bringing her nipples out, drawing the ache along her body. "I know you didn't care for Clay, but did you enjoy taking his prick in your mouth?"
Anna smiled, a look of excitement transforming her pretty face. "Oh, you know it! I guess Clay didn't figure on going off so soon... " Rita giggled. "Too much for him, huh? That makes a man hot real soon, all right. This talk is making me hot, too. Let's go in and wake up the boys... "
"I'd probably just flunk about again," Anna said, looking away.
Rita felt a strong twitching of her pussy. She took a deep breath. "Look, honey. John's a very understanding kind of guy... you said you didn't mind if I take Phil on--let me go in and talk to John a minute. Why don't we swap, this morning?"
Anna's clit was tingling, her nipples were hard, stinging. Juice was oozing from her pussy. She knew she had to have relief, and soon. Even the view of Rita's titties was turning her on.
Rita's suggestion rang in her ears like thunder. I'm sober this morning; I like John, I loved the feel of his hand on my cunt... but can I do it?
"If I don't do something I'm going to lose Phil," she said, her thighs trembling.
Rita leaped to her feet. Her blue eyes sparkled. "I'll be right back, honey."
* * *
John Decker felt a soft, seeking hand slide under the covers and he opened his eyes. Rita sat on the edge of the bed, her robe open, her big titties straining at the decolletage of her nightie. She looked very stimulated, her fingers caressed his nuts and prick.
"Well, hot panties already this morning?" he kidded, reaching for her titties. His cock was stiffening. Sue hadn't been much of a fuck after all. He had finally got her gun off and busted his nuts in her cunt, but all her bragging about hitting it big hadn't thrilled him deeply. Then Clay had started yelling...
"I'll say they're hot, honey," she breathed. "But listen! How would you like to trade girls this morning? I've got Anna talked into it! You wouldn't care too much if I went over and slipped into the sack with Phil, would you?"
John grinned and his prick leaped to full attention. "Damn! You're quite a promoter, aren't you, baby?"
She weaved her shoulders and her big breasts swayed alluringly. "I know you've been wanting to try that pretty girl, honey... But look--she's got a kind of hangup. She's really willing--but would you just play around with her a lot the first time? Get her used to it, you know... " She squeezed his prick. "Give her a good lapping and let her go down on you. Okay?"
"Whatever you say, luscious!"
She gave his prick a parting caress. "She hasn't been around much, honey. Start training her, the way you did me!"
"What the hell's the matter with Phil?"
"I'll explain more later, honey. Brush you teeth now and get ready! She'll be in in just a minute or two... " Damn! Talk about wish-fulfillment! He had been hoping to get her the night before, and that bastard of a Clay had sneaked into the swap deal. Well, Clay and his gabby broad were gone.
Rita wiggled out of the bedroom, giving him a sly wink, and he piled out of bed, his prick rock-hard.
* * *
Anna came back to the porch-patio with her heart in her throat. She had hurriedly checked her makeup and dabbed fresh perfume between her thighs and titties; she had showered after rising, so she felt as fresh as she possible could.
Rita appeared, smiling slyly. "Honey, it's all set!"
"Oh, I hope I won't disappoint him," she said, her pussy quivering.
"I told him to take it easy, Anna. Go on, now. Let your hair down and your titties out!"
Anna entered the Decker side of the double cabin and walked uncertainly toward the bedroom. She remembered the thin wall that separated the sleeping quarters; she wondered if she would hear Phil and Rita going at it.
Oh, to hell with it! She needed sexing, John was good looking and virile and she wasn't upset about her blonde friend being with Phil. Her nipples were hard already. Phil deserved a good hot pussy! She was sure Rita had one.
She dropped her robe and moved slowly into the bedroom. The blinds were down, but there still was plenty of light. Hands shaky, legs trembling, she thought: If he doesn't put it in me, I'll be okay. I hope he likes plenty of fiddling around with a girl's body.
"Hey, come on in, Beautiful!" John exclaimed. He was stretched out, hands behind his head, the covers pushed back nearly to his hips. He seemed very relaxed, cheerful. She saw the tent his prick was making in the covers and her heart thudded, her pussy leaked more hot juice.
This wasn't like being with Clay, half drunk; this was almost as if it had been preordained, meant to happen eventually. John had danced with her many times, she had flirted with him, she admired him. Swapping this way couldn't be too awful, could it?
His brown eyes slid up and down her figure, his smile widened. "You look great in that yellow nightie, Anna. Come here and let me look at it."
Her knees almost gave way as she moved to the bed and sat down on the edge, close enough so he could reach her. She had to say something provocative. The nightie hem was far back along her thighs.
"Rita and I got mixed up out on the patio," she murmured, her voice shaky. "I--thought this was our side of the cabin... " He chuckled. "Mistakes do happen! As long as you're here, why don't you lean down here and start waking me up?"
She shuddered and almost fell forward; her mouth sought his, her lips opened, waiting for the slide of his tongue, and then their mouths were locked, his stinger was diving voluptuously in and out of her mouth, his hands were shaping her tingly breasts.
Now he was gently lifting her titties out of the nightie, and the burn of his fingers on her nipples sent fiery stings of need down to her crotch. She coiled her tongue around his, drinking in the feel of new hands on her body, the plunge of a new tongue into her throat. She moaned, reaching for his prick. She found it, hard and warm; he wasn't as well endowed as Phil, but so what? Maybe she could learn to turn on with a smaller prick.
He had a way of nibbling at her lips, running his tongue across them, over them, that sent dreamy shivers through her body. He was spreading his fingers fanlike on her sensitive breasts, drawing the tips forward until they closed on her burning nipples.
Ohhhh, I'm not far from coming! she thought dizzily.
She caressed his prick with light touches, feeling the wetness seep onto the knob. His cock was enlarging. Ohhh, he must have almost eight inches! That was enough, plenty for sucking...
"Terrific!" he breathed into her eager mouth. "Why don't you slip down beside me, Anna?"
She lifted up, and in a kind of frenzy she hiked the nightie over her head, and as he slid over a few feet, she glided down at his left, opening her long thighs, breathing unevenly. A faint giggle drifted through the wall from the other bedroom. Rita was getting her swap-thrills, too.
"Ohhhh, just play with me all over, honey!" Anna gasped, arching her breasts high. .
He kicked the covers away, his right hand moved between her burning legs, fondling the flesh near her pussy. He had a wonderful, sure touch. She wasn't uptight; she had confidence in his sensual abilities. And somehow, the knowledge that Phil was enjoying Rita made Anna more abandoned. She angled her hips higher, staring at his rigid cock" Was some of her penis-fear leaving? Maybe the size of Phil's big shaft reminded her too much of that horrible girlhood experience...
His fingers touched her wet, burning slit. She trembled wildly. He parted the tender labia and traced a hot pathway up to her aching, stiffened clitoris. He rolled it playfully.
"Ohhhh, Jesus!" she cried. "I'm going to come, honey!"
He raised his torso, bracing his weight on his left elbow, and lowered his head to her stinging nipples. "Come good, pretty baby!" he breathed.
Her passion broke with lusty quick beats, richer than usual, tearing honeyed rapture from her loins.
A new man is teasing my cunt, and it's popping and banging! Delish', delish'! Something is trying to happen way up inside. Ohhh, not quite. OHHH-ohhh-OHHH, but it's wild and good and sweet!
Her legs stopped kicking; her lust ebbed; she drifted down from her throbby peak, feeling his hand pressed to her pussy while the last thrills bathed her loins. His head lifted from her swollen titties.
"Ohhh, John," she breathed, patting his prick. "I'm glad you like to play with me!"
"You're a very sexy girl, Anna. I'm flattered!"
"Do you mind me being colored, honey?"
"Hell, no!" He tongue-lapped a nipple and she trembled. "Terrific pair of breasts, Luscious."
A suggestive creaking of bed springs and a faint girlish cry of pleasure came from the other cabin boudoir.
"Sounds like somebody else is having fun!" Anna giggled. She slipped her fingers up and down on John's prick.
"I hope you're not jealous," he murmured, caressing her pussy again. His hand left it momentarily and traveled along her thigh-flesh. Dreamy waves of excitement returned; she stared at his cock and remembered how she had performed with Clay's prick.
"No, honey," she breathed. "I like Rita. I'm glad they can have a change of pace." She had to say what was in her mind. "I'm not very good doing it some ways... "
"It's all right, baby," he murmured. "Rita told She turned impulsively and whispered in his ear. "Can I go down on you, honey?"
"If you'll let me do the same, Luscious."
A sweet shudder raced along her body. He wants to lap my cunt! Ohhh, I want it, I want it! I wish Phil would. I love eating prick.
"How do you want me, John?"
John felt a surge of hot pussy fever. The way she had said those last words swelled his chest and his cock. Was it possible Phil had neglected this delightful area of sex? Some guys didn't care to eat pussy, but he had never missed an opportunity. Anna was table stuff if he had ever seen it.
In his high school years he had got himself a lot of juicy twat-lapping. Some of the pretty broads were afraid of getting knocked up, and they had consented to doing a sixty-nine. After they had gone that far he could generally fuck them anyway!
He decided for the moment to bypass the turn-around bit; he would break Anna in slowly. If the swapping continued, and he hoped it would, there would be other times to broaden his scope of pleasure with her.
A roll of distant thunder invaded the cabin. A splatter of rain drops struck the roof. Summer storm. Well, they were snug in bed, so let it rip. No outdoor activities today, perhaps, but indoor fun could be just as provocative.
Anna trembled and opened her thighs wide as John crawled to the foot of the bed and between her long, dark legs. For some reason she had always liked the noises of a storm, the racket of thunder, the sweep of wind around a house. The fury of it excited her strangely. For her there was an element of sexiness when lightening cracked the air, creating the rumble of thunder. She wondered if it touched the primitive, jungle side of her makeup.
Now she was going to have her cunt sucked for the very first time! She adored John for it; she could hardly wait. Then, later, she could take his nice hot prick in her mouth...
Boom! The thunder shook the cabin. Her pussy twitched sensuously. She suddenly remembered the time she had masturbated while a storm was raging outside her bedroom. Her come had been extremely sweet and tingly! But I went off more than once; I came three times! I guess I'm a real oddball.
John's hands slipped beneath her bottom; he cupped the cheeks of her ass. He was crouched on his knees; she couldn't see his prick. He lifted her butt, and she angled her pussy higher.
"Damn!" he breathed, staring at her twat. She knew it was all open and wet and ready. Her clitoris was as stiff as a pencil.
From the next bedroom came the measured, telltale sounds. Creak, creak, creak-- then a pause. Anna imagined that Rita was on top. She was riding Phil's big prick; she wasn't afraid of it. I'm glad he's having a nice hot cunt around his pecker! I can't give it to him.
More rain whipped around the cabin; the thunder was nearer. Anna was turning on and on. John was kissing her tummy, right above her pussy; the sensation of having him between her legs wasn't frightening; his cock wasn't visible. Delectable tremors fled across her loins, centering in her twat. Her titties were swelling again.
Bump, bump, bump! came through the thin cabin wall. It hadn't taken Rita long to start screwing. Anna pictured in her mind the curves of that soft, white rump, going up and down, up and down. The flex of plump thighs, the sway of big, white pink-nippled titties cradled in Phil's hands was so vivid she could almost see every sexy detail!
Rita screwed him last night, and I know she loved it, Anna thought. Ohhhh, I wish I could top him and enjoy it. I hate to ACT my part.
Now John was kissing the planes of her thighs close to her cunt. Anna felt more hot juice dribbling from her crack. His fingers squeezed the flesh of her ass, he uttered a low moan of pleasure. She tilted her cunt even higher. Her clitoris burned and ached for sensuous touches.
Suddenly his mouth landed on her opened, flaming puss. She felt the wiggle of his tongue along her crevice, and the wonder of it, the newness of her experience, drew a cry of delight from her lips.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh, John! I adore it!"
CHAPTER SIX
"It gets better and better, honey!" Rita panted, resting on a down stroke. That big hot wand of Phil's was buried snugly in her shivery cunt; she was in her favorite fucking position, she had a new handsome man; and best of all, he was a very special kind of man. He was more than just the stud next door; she had never felt quite this way with anyone!
Sure, she cared tremendously for John; they had fun together, in and out of bed; he was successful and good-looking; he had coached her well in the art of enjoying sex--but with Phil she experienced an intimacy entirely new and breathtaking.
His big prick not only filled her pussy, he turned her on all over. It was almost scary the way he could ignite her passions. A few kisses, a few touches, and she wanted his meat--right now! She was sober, too. She couldn't blame it on the gin.
"Can you hold back while I have one, honey?" she panted, teetering on the brink of an orgasm.
"Sure, baby," he smiled, teasing her nipples. "Ride it out."
"Ohhh, you're just too much, honey!" she cried, bracing her legs and sliding carefully up and down. "I didn't get nearly enough of this last night... OHHH!"
A sweet flutter of her cunt sent lances of joy through her being. She had been bouncing and rotating on his prick for long, delicious moments.
He hadn't licked her pussy yet, and she hadn't sucked his prick. There would be plenty of time for that later. She had to have this cock-in-the-cunt come, first!
Phil was reliving the wonder of the previous evening, before Clay had broken up the sex-play. The luscious blonde was even better than before; she loved that meat up in her pussy, the sensuous codings and quiverings around his cock were out of this world! She knew how to play with it, how to wiggle and stroke her ass, how to prolong the pleasure, how to wave her big titties at him, how to kiss and the whole exciting bit.
She had come playfully into the bedroom, she had slipped her nightie off and crawled right in beside him. Her soft finger had brought his prick into hard erectness.
"It's all right, honey," she had whispered, rolling her breasts across his chest. "Anna's in with John... " Now, with her pretty face flushed, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders, her pussy beginning to tighten around his prick, her soft ass rotating slowly, while she panted and waited for the big thing, she seemed the ultimate in sexy allure.
Hell, I'm still nuts about Anna, but this blonde has got so much passion she scares me. We swing away out. She eats it up.
He was hardly aware of the storm that raged outside; he was much more interested in the eager girl spread out above him and the kind of turmoil he was about to bring in her snug, hot cunt.
Her breath sucked in, her legs quivered, her puffy breasts jiggled in his hands, her pink nipples turned even pointier; her pussy tightened voluptuously; she stroked carefully... one, two three times, then the air rushed out of her lungs, she threw her head back and a fierce wail, seeming to match the rush of the wind outside, broke from her throat.
She bounced with utter girlish abandon. The sweet, hard spasming of her cunt tested his holding abilities to the limit. Hot snakes coiled around his rigid shaft; she cried out again as the sugary churning of her twat went on and on, pop, pop, pop, bang!
Now she socked his prick up tight and poised on it, while her pussy finished its riot of come-shakes. Her legs shook, her arms jerked, her titties quivered. It was simply fantastic the way she went off around his cockmeat.
* * *
John rolled his tongue-tip across Anna's stiff clitoris, feeling her shivers of enjoyment. Her pussy had a delightful fragrance, lilac and orange blossom; he fastened his lips around the center of her excitement and continued his tongue-teasing. The shake of her beautiful dark thighs, her slow fuck-lifts, soared his feeling of erotic triumph. Suck, suck--nibble, nibble! Delicious!
"Ohhhh, God!" she panted. The amazement in her voice heightened his thrill. Astonishing that she had never been cunt-lapped before. Phil was missing a feast of dainty treats. Anna was ecstatic about it, her moans of pleasure were sweet music in his ears. The tremors of her ass, the arch of her titties, which he could see from this intimate spot, the expression on her pretty face as she watched him lap and gobble, brought more juice out on the knob of his prick.
Finally her fingers clutched in his hair, her thighs opened farther, her whimpers of joy grew louder. She was riding very close to another come, and he paused, letting her savor the suspense.
How many times had he watched her in bikinis, in miniskirts and play outfits, and wondered how it would be to spread her out and dive a hot tongue in her hot pink cunt? Well, he was finally doing it, tasting her Negro lust, sipping the juice from her eager twat.
She had a hangup, did she? Rita had said she would explain later, but she, Anna, evidently couldn't turn on big with a prick in her box. Strange. Another odd thing was happening, too. The louder the thunder clapped, the more Anna seemed to enjoy his tongue and lips.
Well, they were all different. Some of them liked to have their ass spanked before sex; some of them wanted a finger up the ass when they went off. He had screwed a lot of willing girls who couldn't come really big; a few quivers and gasps. Rita was a delightful exception for a girl so young.
Anna felt her need fan out from her aching pussy, along her thighs, up to her titties, along her arms, clear to the tips of her fingers. It was such a totally novel sensation she could hardly believe it. She began to feel a kind of awakening deep in her cunt. When John had brought her off a while earlier, there had been a hint of exciting arousal somewhere inside, and now the tremors were unmistakable. Nerves were tingling in her loins that had never tingled before. As the noise of the storm mounted, her new kind of passion mounted with it. She was so close to going off it was sweet torture to wait--John knew just how to inch her near her come and then back away, letting her dangle in erotic suspense.
A tremendous boom of thunder broke right above the cabin. Anna wailed fiercely, her taut nerves exploded with honeyed quirts, and suddenly her whole pelvis was responding! A kind of sweet roiling began in her vagina; it was so good she felt on the verge of fainting. John's tongue was diving, diving, into her cunt--and it was livening, actually churning! A cannon seemed to fire in her cunt. She was firing, firing, blasting! She shouted, she bucked and hunched and kicked her legs. Nothing had ever happened like this before!
John gripped her ass and held her while he finished plunging his wand deep, in and out, around and around, in and out, deep, deep and good! The hot quivering in her whole body gradually subsided, and a sweet relief she had never experienced before bathed her loins with sugary completeness.
"Ohhhh, John!" she cried, softening. "It was never like that--never!"
He kissed her cunt a few times, bringing the last sweet twitches of her come, and then he slid up beside her, cupping her twat with gentle fingers. "What did you do to me?" she gasped, still panting, shaking.
How could I come so hard? she asked herself. I thought I knew what an orgasm was, but I guess John showed me how deep and good it could be.
"You should know, baby," he murmured. "This storm doesn't bother you, eh?"
"Oh, I like it when the wind howls," she breathed, cuddling his prick in her fingers. "I guess I shouldn't tell you, but I told the truth a while ago. I never had it so good, honey."
"Hey, that's great, Luscious! I heard Rita. She must have had some real fun, too."
"Oh, I'm glad!" Anna sighed. She raised up and stared at his cock. Her hunger was fast returning. She was so grateful to him for the pleasure he had awakened in her loins she was willing to do anything, even to taking his shaft in her pussy. The idea was appealing. Wouldn't it be awful if she could learn to enjoy John's prick inside? On the other hand, if she could with John, she surely could with Phil. Was that old horror fading from her thoughts?
She was afraid to find out right now. She had promised to suck his prick. She wanted to.
"I'd better return the favor, honey," she whispered, crawling toward the foot of the bed.
She eased her knees between his legs and held his prick in her right hand. A fresh flow of juice dribbled from her cunt, leaking down her thighs. That deep ache was returning to her loins. Oh, if she could reach that point of delight again...
Opening her lips, she took the head of his cock gently into her eager mouth. Delish'! The crest of the storm seemed to have passed; rain was falling steadily. Now, to give John his thrills. She wouldn't draw her mouth away if he wanted to come in it, as she had with Clay. Sucking John would please her deeply. She had to repay him.
John watched Anna's thick, dark lips surround his cock-head and a sharp gust of passion collected in his nuts. As her tongue curled across his glans, as she sucked and began to move her head up and down, he realized that she was wild about it. Some girls had a natural talent for meat-eating, and Anna was one of them.
"Easy, baby," he blurted, not wanting to blast his shot too soon.
She paused, breaking the sensuous contact, lifting her mouth, gazing fondly at his prick.
"I want to make it real good for you, honey!" she breathed.
"You are, Luscious!"
"I just love this, honey!" she panted, her tongue restless between her lips.
Anna took his prick into her mouth again. Ohhh, it was wonderful to have a virile staff rigid beneath her lips and tongue. It seemed like the ultimate kiss; she wished she knew more of the fine points. She knew now what she had done wrong with Clay. She had gobbled his cock. She had been too full of gin and too excited about her first attempt. Then she had let him spurt his come out in the air. The hell with him! She was glad now she had disappointed him.
Slowly she laved his prick with her tongue and lips. The pink glans was growing, his shaft was tensing. She stopped, hearing his uneven breathing. Not yet! Give him his prolonged enjoyment, as he had treated her. She had a sudden impulse to bring her aching titties into the play. She leaned forward, touching her breasts to his knob, letting it rest between her swollen mounds.
"Terrific, baby!" he cried. Her nipples felt like they were ready to burst with excitement.
She rubbed her titties around on his prick and then backed away until her mouth was over his shaft again. His prick throbbed.
"Okay, beautiful," he whispered. His voice was tight with lust.
Now she could gobble! Now! She took the pulsing phallus deep into her mouth, and she went up and down; she sucked and sucked; she moaned as she felt the glans swell, felt his legs tense, his hips lift higher.
"Damn!" he shouted. The hard throbbing of his cock, as she felt the come gushing from his knob, as she heard his groan of delight, sent fuck-thrills across her pelvis. She was almost ready to come again! She held his cock in her mouth until the shudders faded.
"Very good, dark eyes," he gasped, his eyes closed. "You bring it out of me just right!"
After using a towel on her face, she scrambled forward and sank down beside him. She opened her thighs, drawing his right hand to her crotch.
"Make me come again, honey!" she whispered.
He smiled and again his knowing touches on her tender cunt lips fed her hungers. She could tell it wasn't going to be as violent and earth-shaking as before, when he had tongued her pussy, but a girl couldn't expect such a hunk of heaven every time. He played with her stinging clitoris, she moved so he could suck her nipples, and sure enough, he took one in his lips.
"Oh, honey," she breathed, "Some day I hope I can ride it for you and do it right."
"You will, Anna. Don't worry about it."
The jazzy sensations in her pelvis grew sharper; she panted and bowed her hips upward. This time a finger went inside her cunt, and she liked it; a few tiny tremors far within encouraged her. It was delish' the way he kept pressing and rolling her clit; she wasn't going to come hard... but after all, a come was a come!
* * *
Rita was pumping into the short strokes. Her prick-filled cunt fluttered delectably, Phil's cock was swelling, the bed creaked its rhythmic song. He was going to come off this time; he had waited very patiently.
Phil's tanned, handsome face revealed his pleasure; it was contorted, as if he were in pain. His hands were squeezing her titties, he breathed faster. A fierce wail of pleasure from Anna just a while earlier had brought Rita's passion to a shivery height she didn't often reach; that feeling of closeness with Phil increased her delight.
The beaty beats of pure heaven matched the throbbing of his prick as she felt the sweet spurtings of his come. Wham, bang, boom! went her fun-gun. She hunched with frantic abandon, rattling the bed. It was better than it had been the night before--better, sweeter, faster and harder! The spasms of her vagina tossed her into a merry-go-round of vicarious thrills. The room whirled, tipped. She hung on while the busy pulsing of her cunt sent lances of joy throughout her body. Phil had it for her, he had it, had it! She shivered down from her crest and sank limply on his sweaty, heaving chest. Her pussy still fluttered, bathing her with shaky relief, but she was too pooped to buck her ass any longer.
He sighed as his prick lost some of its bigness. "I'll teach you to come in here and wake me up, blondie," he muttered, patting her ass.
She wiggled it playfully. "Kind of like that blonde stuff next door, huh?"
"You've got it for me, Luscious."
"Oh, Phil! I hope we won't ever regret this... "
"As long as John and Anna go for it," he said.
She had an impulse to tell him what Anna had told her, about her problem, but she was just selfish enough not to. Anyway, a wife should explain to her husband; the girl next door shouldn't have to.
Phil can get his hot pussy from me any time, she thought. And if John loves to play around with Anna, why not let things ride? Anna's the only person who can whip her penis thing. It's awful that she was raped, but that was years ago.
She would find out from John if he had actually rolled the pretty Black. He liked the other routes, cunt-sucking and having his prick eaten. Rita enjoyed them, too, but she preferred good old-fashioned fucking. Phil was hungry for it; he loved her active cunt! His big cock really made it jump around.
* * *
An hour later, the four were having coffee and orange juice in the Deckers' side of the double cabin. The storm had passed, leaving the air cold and damp. Electric heaters were glowing warmly.
"Too cold to go swimming," Rita said. "I wanted to wear my new bikini." At the moment a robe concealed most of her curves.
Anna still was confused and shaken by her recent emotional experience. She was grateful that Phil didn't seem upset about the swap; obviously he had had a wonderful second time with the sexy blonde. He and John and Rita acted almost as if nothing unusual had happened!
"You can wear your bikini inside," Phil said, smiling at Rita.
John looked over at Anna; she, too, wore a cover-up robe.
He winked and started to say something when the phone rang. Rita answered.
"Jan?" Rita said, into the instrument. "Of course I remember, honey? Where are you?"
Rita listened a moment, a smile appearing on her lips. More conversation and the blonde put the receiver back on the hook.
"Guess who that was?" she said, smiling at John. "Jan Allison, the slinky redhead. She's married now to a guy named Rod Smith. He just got transferred to a good job in Spokane--they've been in California... They'd love to have a party.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"This is a real fun place!" Rita exclaimed as she entered the Smiths' basement rec room.
It was Friday evening, party time. Rod had found a big house suitable to his income in the Clover Hill area not far from where the Rays and the Deckers lived. Rod was a big handsome blond, the athletic type, and his statuesque red-headed wife of twenty-four had slimmed down some since Rita had known her back in high school. She was leggy and striking, and her sensual nature showed in her full mouth and roving green eyes.
The girls wore miniskirts, blouses, nylons and high heels. The men dressed casually. At the moment the elaborate bar constructed at one end of the long room drew the three couples. A lowboy stereo oozed beaty music, the lights were dimmed.
Some of Jan's spare time, Rita soon discovered, was taken up with a feminist movement which had been growing in Spokane, called the Women's Equality League. She was already an active member. Rita believed a girl belonged in the house, preferably the bedroom!
Jan was slicker and smoother than when Rita had known her before, and while she was exquisitely girlish and dainty in every way, there was a hint of aggressiveness in her manner. Every gal had her own thing. Rita's was sexual enjoyment.
"I'll mix the martinis, honey," Jan said to Rod. He shrugged and she wiggled leggily behind the bar. Her bright green blouse was slashed far down in front; there was no hint of a bra underneath. Jan had turned out for sports, she had a trim chassis, she was obviously proud of her high, pointy breasts and her long legs.
"I like your atom bomb blouse," John laughed at Jan, taking a stool at the bar.
"What kind is that, darling?" she asked, winking.
"Fifty percent fallout," he answered.
Everybody laughed and Jan weaved her shoulders. "Want a peek?"
Anna was delighted to be at the party; Jan was extremely friendly. Anna's coloration didn't bother the redhead one bit. Jan's green, seeking eyes seemed to burn right through Anna's clothes as though she would like to see how Anna looked like stark naked. Anna wasn't sure about that girl stuff; she knew Rita liked it, or she had, with Sue Benson. Maybe Jan had been in the blonde's panties; the two acted very intimate. Obviously Jan would be the leader.
However, this was the night for man sex. Rita had already warned Anna that anything could happen, and probably would, when everyone got warmed up on gin.
There had been mo more swapping between the Rays and the Deckers. After Anna's revealing experience at the lakeshore cabin with John, she had been hoping for another date with him. Phil was treating her better; on Thursday morning he had spent over an hour with her body, tickling her into two delicious orgasms before he had pumped his come into her unresponding pussy. He hadn't suggested any variations, like going down on her, or letting her suck his cock, although she had wanted both. In other words, things at home were about the same! Everything was fine until he started to push his prick inside.
John made me go off real big, she thought again, as she sipped her martini. If we swap tonight, I hope I get HIM. I'm crazy about him; I have to admit it.
Her attitude toward her husband had undergone a change. Why wouldn't he go down on her? But then, why couldn't she tell him about her girlhood experience? The way Rita talked, Phil had eaten her pussy! Wasn't her crotch just as sexy as the blonde's?
"What about a dance, beautiful?"
Rod's words, his sudden appreciation of her charms, brought a smile to Anna's lips. Her blouse didn't dip as low in front as Rita's, but it cradled her titties cleanly. She and Rita had decided not to wear bras, and evidently Jan hadn't. Swingy.
Rod was a very smooth dancer, light on his feet. When his arm snugged around her waist, she didn't resist; he seemed very strong. His closeness, his virility, caused an exciting stir in her pussy.
"You're the fanciest young gal I've seen for a long time, Anna."
"Sounds like a good start," she laughed, flattered. She had met him only that evening, and she had seen his blue eyes glide hungrily up and down her figure. John was now dancing with Jan and Phil had his arm around Rita; they were still at the bar.
"In this speeded-up world people don't take enough time out for sex," Jan said to John. She had a tendency to lead him around on the floor. In heels she was almost as tall as he.
"Right," John answered, liking the feel of her willowy figure. She was pushing her pubic mound against his crotch. "Sex should be first."
"Does that lush blonde give you enough, darling?" she asked boldly.
A real sophisticated broad, eh? he thought. Another talker, like Sue Benson. She wasn't much of a fuck; maybe this redhead would be better.
"I can always use some strange stuff, baby," he chuckled. They were now in a dark corner of the rec room, where she had steered him.
"Rita tells me you four have been swinging out. Why don't you reach up and feel my titties?"
His prick was stiffening; she rubbed her girl-mound around on it, inviting his mouth with a restless tongue. He slid his right hand up to the slash in her shimmery blouse; he explored it, locating a hard, pointed breast. No bra, just soft, warm flesh. He played with her nipple. Her tongue came away out, she tilted her head, lips opening. Their mouths met, her tongue lashed across his teeth, wiggling sensuously inside. She arched her breast forward.
He didn't mind when a broad was slightly aggressive; it flattered his ego. Rita was terrific astraddle; he usually let her do the actual thrusting. The way Jan was turning on she liked to be active, too. She didn't have it the way Anna had it for him, but a man didn't run into a beautiful Negra every day.
Now he fondled both of Jan's breasts while her tongue dived and plunged greedily. Very good. His cock was hard inside his shorts. She had a very agile way of weaving her ass, hunching on his prick-bulge. Her long legs were spreading.
She eased away, breathing unevenly. "Darling, I love it!" she giggled, nipping at his ear-lobe. He slid his hand down her slender waist, onto the sweet sculpture of her ass. He started pulling her miniskirt upward. His fingers grazed warm, bare thigh flesh.
"Oh, I love that, too... " she murmured. "I have a game planned. You like sexy games, don't you?"
"Sure, this kind."
She laughed, softly. "Come on, out of the clinch. I'll give you more of this later, darling."
* * *
Anna saw John and the redhead living it up in a shadowy corner, and she decided to give Rod an opportunity to play with her body. Phil and Rita were boldly sucking tongues. Anna pushed her hips against Rod's loins. The gin was starting to work its wonders in her body. She had let John and Clay give her thrills; Rod was sexy and appealing. She was learning how to spread her charms around. Maybe Rod could give her the deep hot kind of pleasure John had stirred in her pussy. It was that kind of party.
Just as Rod's hand settled on one of her achy titties, just as she was beginning to feel the rise of his prick inside his pants, Jan and John stepped out of the shadows.
"Game time!" Jan exclaimed, laughing.
"Are we going to dance again, beautiful?" Rod murmured in Anna's receptive ear.
"You know it, honey."
When Anna reached the bar, Rod's arm around her waist, Jan was directing John in a somewhat odd way; they were draping a sheet over a doorway that Anna suspected led to either a bathroom or bedroom. The sheet reached all the way to the floor. Rod was pouring more martinis.
"Say, what's going on?" Phil asked.
Jan laughed, stepping away from the sheet. "This game is called 'Feelie'. Please note the two openings in the cloth. To start off with, the girls will slip into that room behind the sheet and you guys reach through the hole and see if you can tell who you're feeling! Okay?"
"Any prizes?" John quipped. Everybody laughed.
Anna felt a fluttery weakness in her knees. Wasn't swapping enough? If they were going to spend most of the evening screwing, why didn't they just pair off and get with it? Well, it was Jan's party. Might be fun for a preliminary.
"Feeling is believing!" Rod chuckled.
Anna followed the other girls behind the sheet and into the next room. There was a bed, a vanity and a bathroom; and sitting prettily on the edge of the pad was a girl Anna had never seen before!
Jan closed the outer door, the one facing the sheet. "Girls, meet my cousin, Ellen Carlson! She came for a visit, and Rod doesn't even know she's here. We'll get those guys so mixed up they won't know from nothing!"
Ellen wore party clothes, too. She was a young honey blonde, very plump, large-breasted. She had a full, sensual mouth, her eyes were heavily made up. She had shown up at the Smiths' while Rod had been down town, and Jan had come up with her big surprise idea.
"This sounds like real fun!" Ellen exclaimed, nodding to Anna and Rita.
"What about later on?" Rita asked.
"Maybe one of those guys would like to have two girls, honey! Ellen is hip; she said she'd go for it."
"Sure!" Ellen giggled. Apparently she had been drinking; her dark brown eyes sparkled. Anna noticed the way Ellen looked at Jan, and she doubted that the two were related. Anna guessed that Jan had already been in the young blonde's panties. Maybe Rod would get some of it, too. Real California swingers. Ellen didn't appear to be too bright. She was almost too much. Some men preferred a rather dumb, vague, sexy babe; it made them feel superior.
"Let's strip down to our panties, gals," Jan laughed. "We don't want the boys to be disappointed!"
"When do we get a chance to play Feelie?" Rita giggled, unfastening her blouse.
"The men will be in here next, honey. Don't rush."
Girlish laughter rang around the bedroom.
Phil had just finished his martini when Jan called from the door behind the hanging sheet.
"All right, studs! Reach through a hole and do your thing!"
There were two holes and three men. Rod winked and indicated that the guests would be first. Grinning, Phil approached the sheet and slid his right hand through. John was on his right, a wide, ginny smile on his face.
Phil's hand immediately encountered a mound of warm breast flesh, stiffly nippled. A giggle from one of the girls encouraged him. Man, this was a big tittie! Rita had larger breasts than either Anna or Jan, but he had played with the blonde's mounds, and he could swear this big boob didn't belong to her. Tremendous!
He roamed his hand to the other lush tittie, exploring freely. His cock was dripping juice. The sheet had plenty of play; he pushed his whole arm through the hole and slipped his fingers down the plush tummy. Another giggle. John was busily engaged; Rod stood at the bar laughing.
"Every day is the dawn of a nude day!" he chortled.
Phil settled his hand on a soft, furry cunt. Smooth, velvety flesh, a cute moist slit... Tickles Anonymous. He played with the pussy and felt a shiver of response. Terrific way to charge the old batteries. The girl's ass wiggled, he heard gentle breathing.
John was sure he was feeling either Anna or Jan. High, firm titties, rather small erect nipples. The girl was weaving her shoulders, offering him first one breast and then the other. A gasp of pleasure rewarded his efforts.
Just as Phil started to slide his play finger into the soft, wet pussy, he heard girlish whispering; the twat moved out of reach, and was replaced with another. He was almost positive he knew this cunt; it was Rita's. He patted it and fondled it, feeling a shiver of reaction. Great!
He felt a touch on his shoulder. Rod stood there, waiting his turn. Phil backed off reluctantly. His prick was as hard as a board. He hoped to hell he would get Rita later. Jan was flashy and sexy enough, but Rita had everything he liked, a hot mouth, just-right breasts and a lively cunt. He retreated to the bar, watching Rod push his hand through the hole in the sheet. John was still pleasantly engaged.
Jan had cheated a little; she had poked a small hole in the sheet about head-high; she could see John while he fondled her bare pussy. She had decided to take her panties off, after all. The other girls had, too. Why make the men fight for it?
Rod was now fondling Rita's crotch. Anna hadn't stepped into the lineup as yet. Ellen was waiting another turn, her dark eyes hot with anticipation.
"Ohhh!" Jan gasped, as John's finger slipped juicily into her cunt. She moved her hips back and forth on his probe. Jazzy!
My clit got hard the moment I saw him, Jan thought. I'll work it so I get him on the swap. Ellen can tag along if she wants to.
Jan had met Ellen in a bar at Redwood City, shortly before Rod had been transferred to Spokane. Ellen had been a waitress, selling her big tits while she served drinks. Not quite topless, but almost. Later, they had taken a drive down along the ocean and the brief contact soon developed into a good thing. Jan had stopped at the apartment and Ellen had trotted right inside. After two drinks apiece they had entered the bedroom... "But, Jan-I like guys!"
"Oh, hell, bring those big boobies out, and I'll show you what a smart girl can do for you."
"I--I really shouldn't, honey. I've got this boy friend, and--"
"Piss! I like men, too. I'm married. You didn't mind showing me your pussy while we were driving around, baby."
"Well, you are nice... "
"Come on, Ellen," Jan urged, opening the honey-blonde's bulgy blouse. "You know you need a good come; you're itchy right now!"
"Ohhh, all right!" Ellen breathed, watching Jan bring her titties out of her bra.
In seconds Jan had the girl undressed, spread out on the bed. Jan quickly removed her own clothes.
"I can tell that boy friend of yours isn't giving you enough, baby," Jan breathed, crawling between Ellen's opened thighs. "I'll show you how good a girl-screw can be... " I popped her cookies three times, and I had it twice, Jan thought, her mind back on events at hand--John's hand.
Later, she had made up that "cousin" thing; she hoped Rod wouldn't object to Ellen's visit. Maybe they could have a playsome threesome. Ellen was already established in the guest bedroom. She would be a fine surprise for Rod, who had conveniently not been home for dinner.
Jan hated to break the sensuous connection her cunt had with John's toying fingers, but Anna needed a few thrills. Jan backed away, and winked at the pretty Mulatto. Anna seemed rather hesitant.
J wouldn't mind giving her a fuck myself, Jan thought, taking Anna's arm and pointing at John's waiting hand. Rod was having a good time with Rita's pink-nippled titties.
Anna had to admit she was turned on. Watching the other girls get fondled had made her pussy wet and shivery. This kind of exhibition sex was naughtily thrilling all right; the other girls were having a great time, giggling and laughing and twitching their bodies. It was kind of Lesbian, too.
She stepped in front of the unknown hand, hoping it belonged to John. Immediately the seeking fingers located her pussy; she arched it forward. A gasp of pleasure from the man indicated he liked it. Ohhh, it must be John! He was sliding his finger up and down her tender slit, rolling her stinging clitoris... tickling her thigh-flesh. Delish'! She could almost forget the other girls.
I'm not far from coming! Anna thought, as the playful finger slipped into her pussy. At the other hole Rita was shaking, too.
"Break time!" Jan cried.
Anna shuddered and backed away. The hand disappeared. A moment later all four girls were back in the bedroom, and the door was closed.
"I'm ready to swing, girls!" Rita said, her face deeply flushed.
"Okay," Jan laughed. "Let's go out and pick a man. They should be primed for action... Ellen, you wait till I call you. Okay?"
Ellen shrugged and giggled. "I guess I can wait awhile."
"We're not going to feel the men through the sheet, huh?" Anna asked.
"Honey," Jan smiled. "We don't want 'em to get too excited right at first, do we? We can do that later."
Jan was itchy to get her hands on a new man; she just couldn't wait for the rest of the game. It was her show.
* * *
Phil watched the three girlies move out from behind the sheet. They wore only nylons, fancy garter-belts, and high heels. John and Rod let out whoops of glee. Phil stared at Rita; she smiled, moving toward him. Was he going to have that hot, plump blonde again?
"I told the girls to pick a man," Jan laughed, wiggling up in front of John. That left Anna with Rod. "The bedrooms are upstairs. But I have a surprise, kiddies. Rod, you remember Ellen Carlson... "
"Sure," he said, his left arm around Anna's naked waist.
"Well, she's behind the sheet! She came for a visit--I saved her for a treat. Somebody can have an extra girl!"
"Bring her out and let's have a look!" John exclaimed.
"Don't be so greedy, honey," Jan laughed. She looked around at the other men. "You guys want to draw straws for her?"
Phil remembered the big breast he had touched through the hole in the sheet. Rita slipped up beside him, pushing a bare breast against his arm. She whispered in his ear. "I'll give you all the fun you can handle, honey."
"I'll pass for the time being," Phil said.
John and Rod were arguing good-naturedly about the situation. Phil steered Rita toward the stairway. Every time he saw her she looked better, and now she was the utter end in sensual appeal. He was positive he had fondled her pussy through the sheet, and now his prick was hard as a steel shaft.
Just before he led Rita through the door, the extra girl came out of hiding. She was young and very plump, big breasted. Honey-blonde hair.
"See what you're missing," Rita murmured, pressing his arm.
"One girl at a time for me," he said, although he had to admit that Ellen looked sensual and interesting. Evidently John and Rod had flipped a coin, and Rod was the winner. Ellen giggled and walked over to Anna. Jan took John's hand and pointed at the stairway door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Why don't you take off some clothes, honey?" Ellen said to Rod. Anna shivered, pouring herself another drink. The others had left the rec room, Phil with Rita, Jan with John. She supposed Rod would use the bedroom behind the silly sheet.
J was never in on a threesome, Anna thought. I guess I'm drunk enough to swing. What does it matter? I'm losing Phil, anyway. He's crazy about Rita. I like John, too. He gave me something I never had before! Now he's got the slinky redhead. Oh, hell!
Rod had his shirt off and was loosening his trousers. Ellen watched, fascinated. Maybe Rod had screwed her before; maybe he liked it. Ellen and Jan certainly were friendly.
"Glad you came up for a visit," Rod was saying to Ellen. "Great surprise!" His shorts dropped to the floor. His prick was long and slender, the circumcised knob was wet. His fair-complexioned face was flushed with liquor and lust.
"Oh, that sure is a nice one, honey!" Ellen trilled.
"Come over here and play with it, baby," he grinned.
Anna perched on a bar stool, pouring another martini from the big, frosted pitcher. "Go ahead, you two," she said, brightly. "I can wait awhile."
Rod winked at Anna, as though she understood the score, and drew the plump girl toward a sofa. She went along, ass jiggling, her big titties swaying.
In seconds their mouths were fastened together, her hand was on his prick and he was fondling her big, thrusty breasts. The liquor, the dancing and the pussy-fondling had put a sexy ache in Ann. s loins, and now this. She had never really watched another couple make out; she had heard Rita getting screwed, but this was much more stimulating. Party fun, swap fun. Two girls and one man.
I wish I was with John, she thought, as more moisture leaked from her cunt. The way he lapped my pussy was out of this world!
Rod's hand dropped to Ellen's heavy, rounded thighs. She opened them and curved her hips out. They still were kissing, eating tongues. Ellen's bush wasn't exactly blonde; she hadn't dyed the hair on her cunt. Rod's finger slipped into the hole and Ellen moaned, tilting her ass higher. Her hand moved up and down on his prick.
Anna realized suddenly she couldn't do it. The last drink was making her dizzy, but she had some of her senses left. She moved toward the sheeted door; the two on the couch didn't even look up. They were too busy enjoying themselves.
Quickly she entered the bedroom and found her clothes. As she was slipping her frock over her head she heard a sharp, girlish cry of delight.
"OHHHH-Ohhhh, I'm coming, honey!" Ellen bleated.
Anna shook her head, trying to clear away some of the nasty cobwebs. Swapping was bad enough, but these swingers weren't satisfied with that; they had to bring an extra girl into the deal.
Anna bolted from the bedroom, ripping the sheet down. Ellen was writhing and humping on Rod's hand, he was sucking a brown nipple...
"Just stretch out on the bed, darling," Jan said to John. "You don't mind if I do the work, do you?"
John looked at the classy redhead and nodded agreeably. She had picked a very big, elaborate bedroom, the lights were turned low, and the sound of music came faintly from the rec room beneath. He sprawled on the fancy counterpane and watched Jan remove her nylons, garter belt and slippers. There was a hungry gleam in her green eyes.
"I suppose you wanted Ellen to tag along with us, huh?" she asked, swinging down on her hands and knees. She crawled above him long legs apart; she curved her pussy downward until it rested at the base of his prick.
"You look sexy enough for me, baby."
She giggled, rubbing her cunt around on his crotch. She was very agile and limber. He reached for her titties, taking one in each hand. They weren't large, but they were very firm and pointy, as he had discovered earlier.
"I had a hole in the sheet, darling," she whispered. "I watched you while you played with my pussy. You're good!"
He felt the slide of her hot wet cunt along the under-ridge of his prick, and he couldn't answer. The game had fired his furnace. His cockhead ached. He pressed her swelling titties and shuddered.
"Darling, don't come yet!" she breathed.
"I can get it up again, baby... "
"Well, I hope so!" she panted. Her ass lifted, she brought her hips forward, she arched her pelvis, and suddenly he felt the burn of her wet pussy surrounding his phallus. Slide, slide, up into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, damn!" she cried, driving his knob to the depths of her twat. She hunched a few times and rested. Shivers ran along her body. She wiggled her breasts in his hands. Now she started stroking, slowly. His nuts were drawn up tight, his cock was stiffening even more...
I wish I was fucking that sexy Mulatto, he thought dizzily. Or sucking her cunt. Man alive, did she go off big up at the lake.
Bounce, bounce went Jan's limber ass. He felt a sensuous tightening of her cunt, she was breathing faster. She wasn't as snug as Rita, but hell, it was a new girl, a beautiful auburn-haired swinger, she swung a mean butt.
"Hit me, baby!" he cried, as the fuck-thrills ran achingly up his legs to his crotch.
"Uh, uh, uh!" she moaned, bouncing swiftly. Her face contorted, her nipples sharpened in his palms. The flame of his passion raced to the head of his prick, he groaned as the hot spurts banged into her cunt. Her flutters and spasms came shortly after his gun popped.
She rode it through, shaking the bed. The action of her hips and ass was terrific, but her cunt-tightenings didn't last long. She poked and bounced until his prick began to soften. He had the feeling that she was slightly disappointed.
* * *
Anna drove out of the Smith driveway and headed for home on Pine Avenue. Her hands were moist on the steering wheel, her cunt was moist in her panties. She was still erotically stimulated, but a feeling of disgust was strong in her gin-inflamed thoughts.
I can't keep doing this, she thought, as she swung around a corner. She was now only a block from home. I'm not a real hep swapper. I'm still afraid of being screwed; I can't respond with a prick, even my own husband's prick...
Suddenly a pair of headlights came toward her; she realized that she was on the wrong side of the road. She turned sharply to the right but the oncoming vehicle was moving too swiftly to stop. She heard an ominous clang of bumpers as the two cars passed. She stopped at the curb, dizzy and trembling. The other rig stopped, too.
She heard the pound of feet on the pavement, and a man's figure appeared at her side. He was big bare-headed, wearing a sport jacket. He peered down at her, a look of deep concern on his rugged face.
"Miss, are you hurt?" he asked.
"N-nooo," Anna stammered.
"Not much damage," he said, obviously relieved. "I guess we won't have to report it... "
"It was my fault," she stammered.
"Are you sure you're all right, Miss? I can drive you home; you can pick your car up later."
"I live just down the street," she answered.
Twenty minutes later she was safely home, the car parked in the driveway. They had exchanged names and phone numbers, in case there was a problem of damage, later. She stood in her bedroom, still shaking, and looked at the card he had handed her. Steve Hill. Plumbing and Sheet Metal Work. His shop had a good address down town.
His concern for her, his rugged masculinity, remained warmly in her thoughts. Obviously he didn't care that she was colored; he had treated her like a princess. Although he had admired her, he hadn't made it seem dirty or lewd. A real gentleman. I'd like to know him better, she thought. J really would.
* * *
She had a big decision to make, and she made it. She went to the bedroom closet and took out two large suitcases. She began to pack. The ginny thrall she had enjoyed earlier was leaving; she felt a miserable coldness in the pit of her stomach. This was it.
Phil leaned above Rita, his mouth inches from her jutting, pink-crested titties, his right hand between her soft, white thighs. Her cunt was very wet; the fingering sheet-game had turned her on big. The bedroom they occupied was luxuriously furnished. All the comforts of home, and he had the passionate blonde again.
"Ohhh, I need that big thing of yours, honey!" Rita breathed, curving her hips toward his playful hand. "I'm so glad I got you!"
"Same here, baby," he murmured, lowering his mouth to a stiff, alluring nipple. Her hand sought and found his dripping-headed cock. "Some game, huh?"
"Ohhh, shit!" she gasped. "I'll say, honey! Hurry and put it in me--please! It's been days and days... "
"Don't you want to ride it," he asked, finally kissing a nipple.
She trembled, her thighs opened and pulled back. "No, honey! You do it, this time. I'm real hot... " The plaintive tone of her voice drew him quickly into the saddle of her plushy thighs. She lifted her ass, panting eagerly. He had spent hours since the swap at the lake, thinking about her snug, hot cunt. They had waved back and forth a few times, but there had been no real opportunity to get her alone and stretched out.
His cockhead swelled deliciously as it began to stretch her juicy twat. No finger-play comes this time; she wanted his hunk of meat. She moaned fiercely as his prod sank slickly into her fun-cove. He recaptured a pink nipple with his mouth, he let his cock soak for a few delicious seconds. The sensuous flutters of her cunt sent thrills knifing down his legs and back up to his nuts.
Again he felt that closeness that went beyond sex; she was more girl than he had ever known, she was more to him now than a tumble in the sack, as she had been out at the lake. The shiver and twitch of her legs, the exotic roily clutch of her cunt around his prick, as he began to pump his shaft in and out, in and out, sailed him into a sex fog. She was terrific on top, and she was just as good underneath. When he raised up slightly, she dug her heels in the bed and hunched upward with joyful abandon.
"Ohhhh!" she cried. "I love it, love it! I'm going to come, honey! OHHH--OHHH--shoot me, honey. Pour it to me!"
Phil knew he couldn't hold his wad. The earlier festivities, the drinking and dancing and fondling, had brought him too close to firing off. His prick throbbed with erotic anticipation; he went into his long, deep strokes, hitting bottom every time he lunged. Their loins slapped swiftly together, his nuts striking her vestibule. The bed creaked, her thighs came back all the way, now. Her heels no longer touched the bed. It was his thing.
Her swift panting turned into a high wail of delight. He felt the explosion in her cunt, the frantic pound, pound of her come as her muscles jerked and tightened voluptuously on his diving prod. His orgasm seemed to begin at the soles of his feet, sweep along his flexing legs. It coasted shudderingly through his loins and out the hole in his cockhead, spurt after burning spurt.
It was so violent his asshole twitched, his prick seemed to be ten feet long. He was pouring a cupful of fun-juice into her wildly convulsing cunt. He was boaring her, goating her, slamming her with all his might. And she met his bullish gorings with all her own strength, finally closing her legs around him, shuddering through the last sweet humps, panting her pleasure and relief.
"Ohhh, it gets better and better, honey," she breathed, clutching him with her arms, holding his cock inside with her soft, entwining legs.
"Hell, I know it, Rita. We have to do this oftener."
"Call me Monday, honey," she whispered. "Promise you will."
"Yes!"
"I feel bad about Anna, but I can't help how I feel, either!"
Rod Smith took Ellen's hand and pulled her up off the couch. Patting her big ass, he led her into the downstairs bedroom. Anna had cut out. Was she too fancy for a threesome? Hell with her. The way it looked, he had his hands full with the plump young blonde. Yes, he had met her at their home in Redwood City, but he hadn't gotten his prick in her. He suspected that Jan had rolled her around; now and then she found some willing young cunt.
Ellen didn't have much for brains, but she was plenty sexy. He hoped she would stick around for a good, long visit. She had a tremendous pair of boobs, her ass wiggled with a sweet roll. And best of all, his finger proved she had a snug pussy. When Jan got turned on her cunt was rather loose. He grinned at Ellen.
She stretched out on the bed, giggling. "How do you want me now, honey?"
"Pull your legs back and push it up at me, cutie."
She caught her hands under her knees, her big white thighs opened and she drew them forward almost to her chin. Her brown-coned mountains pushed up between her knees invitingly. The young plump bed-bunny knew how to aim her twat for the prick.
"Like this?" she laughed, weaving her ass. "Terrific, baby."
He crawled onto the bed, staring at the wet, puffy lips of her cunt. The pink slit made his tongue almost as hard as his cock. Now that Anna had departed, he decided to take more time with Ellen. He could wait to slide his meat in. Instead of mounting, as she seemed to expect, he got on his hands and knees, bringing his mouth toward her up-tilted pussy.
"You like this stuff, baby?" he asked, caressing her butt, slipping his hands beneath it, resting his weight partially on his elbows.
"Ohhh, I sure do, honey!" she panted.
He brushed his mouth across her wet, fragrant cunt. She trembled, holding it quiet. Dive into the hot, slick depths; wiggle in her pussy, suck, suck, suck!
"Uhhhh-ohhhh!" she moaned.
He located her clitoris with his tongue-tip; he tasted the fresh pussy flesh, feeling her tremors of rising passion, and he decided this had to be one of the best things about sex. Jan liked a cunt-lapping now and then, but she seemed to enjoy sucking prick much more. The trouble was, it made him too excited. There was nothing loose and cool about her mouth and lively tongue.
Her aggressive behavior bugged him. She was so sure that dames should be equal to men in everything, she overdid it. However, she was the best top-riding gal he had ever encountered, and this had led eventually to their marriage. She could swing a mean ass; she could make a fuck last for an hour.
Ellen was rising toward an orgasm; her ass was shaking, her pussy curved even higher. Okay, give her a tongue-come; she was dying for it. He quickened his strokes.
"Ohhhhh-honey!" she cried shrilly. "I'm COMING!"
He slowed his action for just a few seconds while she whimpered and strained for the beaty fun. Okay, now! He drove his tongue deep and wiggled it; he dug his fingers into her butt. Then, smiling to himself, as he felt her shudders begin, he located her anus and pushed a finger into the twitching hole. Zing! Her gun boomed.
She shouted wildly. Her ass jumped, he almost lost contact with her quivering cunt. Her anus spasmed around his finger, her twat vibrated deliciously around his lashing tongue. She bucked and shuddered, quaking the bed. He could tell from her actions that the asshole bit was new for her.
At last her wails and whimpers faded; he pulled away, her heavy legs dropped and he eased his finger out of her anus. She relaxed, thighs spread now, resting flat on the bed. He crawled up at her right, palming a mountain of tittie-flesh.
"Ohhhh, that was good, honey!" she breathed, reaching for his rigid prick. She held it in her soft, hot fingers.
"There's more where that came from, baby."
"Ohhhh, I came so hard!" she whispered, looking at his prick. "Shame on you for doing that hind end thing!"
"Some gals love it," he said, slyly.
"Well, I never had it--that way. Mmmmmm. I guess I do love it!"
"How long are you going to visit, Ellen?"
"Ohhhh, as long as you and Jan will let me. What happened to Anna?"
"Put on her clothes and panties and left," he said.
"I could tell she isn't much of a swinger," Ellen said. She turned her head, looking at him. "Frankly, I don't care much for colored girls... "
"I was surprised myself," he admitted. "Phil's quite a wheel around town. I guess he can get away with it."
"Maybe I can fill in all the time when you couples swap," she giggled.
"That's the way to talk, baby," he answered, squeezing a tittie. "What if I happened to sneak into your room some night?"
"If Jan wouldn't get sore... "
"Well, look, baby. She's gone a lot... to meetings. I might just happen to drive home when I knew she's away."
She slid her fingers up and down on his leaking prick. "I haven't had it steady for a long time, Rod. I think I can use all you can spare."
He laughed. "We'll arrange it, Ellen."
"When are you going to show me how good you are with your prick, honey?" she giggled.
"Soon, baby, soon."
CHAPTER NINE
Anna awoke slowly, aware of a sharp, deep burning in her pussy.
She was alone in her hotel room at the Claremont, where she had fled in a taxi after packing her suitcases. A night light glowed in a far corner of the room; early morning light came around the window draperies. The gin fumes had evaporated from her mind, but she still was firm in her resolve to leave Phil.
I guess I never did belong in his world, anyway, she thought dully. He can find a swinging white girl; he's got everything to lure one.
She was no angel, she had swapped with John, she had gobbled Clay's prick, she had let Rod fondle her body. John had given her something she had never experienced before; in the height of a storm she had pounded through a glorious orgasm. But the whole thing was cheap. If just the four--herself and Phil and John and Rita--would trade around she felt she could put up with it. But there would always be others, like Rod and Jan.
I still haven't beaten my prick-fear, though. I know I'm not a very good fuck! I was so sure I loved Phil, that he could cure me...
She kicked the covers back, the room was quite warm, and pushed her right hand against her tingly cunt. A few touches brought her clitoris up stiff. The hard edge of need was there; the party had stimulated her, the sheet game had brought her close to orgasm, and then Ellen had intruded.
Those big titties had really fascinated Rod. He had expected to take on two girls, he had won the coin toss. If Phil had won he wouldn't have objected. Ohhh, hell! Easy to see that Rita was crazy about Phil and his big prick.
Anna thought back to the brush with Steve Hill. She remembered his rugged masculine appeal, his solicitude. He thought she was very special; he had been so worried about her, thinking she might have been injured. She had his business card in her purse.
And why wasn't she crying her eyes out about Phil? Had she been blinded by his handsome face, his standing in the community? The very fact that he had picked her, a colored girl, for his wife, had stunned her with happiness. She'd enjoyed going to all those fine places, like the Fairlawn Country Club, wearing sexy clothes, being Mrs. Somebody, and the big house on Pine Avenue in the Clover Hill district put her in a select group.
Although she had told Rita about her intimate problem, it didn't seem likely that the sexy blonde would breathe a word to Phil. She wanted him as often as she could get him. And with Ellen in the Smiths' house, visiting, the six could still do their swap thing.
She hated the idea of divorce, but that would be the answer. She could get a job and find a small apartment. She had her personal checking account to tide her over for a month or so.
She opened her moistened slit with her fingers and played gently with her stinging clitoris. Her left hand came up to her titties. Her dark nipples were sharply spiked, her hard breasts were swelling delectably. Ohhhh, I need a come. I need several comes! I'll think about Steve. He's probably married, the good ones always are, but I'll imagine he's free and that he's playing with my cunt and kissing my nipples. Delish'!
Here she was, fiddling with herself again. She wouldn't lower herself any farther by calling John or Phil. They had all the pussy they could handle. Rod was pleasant, but rather sold on himself. God's gift to women.
Tickle, tickle! The need was building. Her little pecker was away up there. She tilted her hips so she could watch her cunt. Maybe she could bring that deep thrill John had awakened in her loins. He had been the first to suck her eager pussy; she was wild about it.
Ohhh, not yet! She rested, panting, as the honeyed thrills chased along her body. Now a slow kick of one leg. Steve was caressing her thighs; she opened them farther so he could explore every curve of her crotch. His lips were around an achy nipple, he was sucking sweetness from it. She was holding his prick, caressing the knob. After awhile she would suck it, and he would go down on her. His tongue would slide smoothly into her drippy hole, it would coil around her awakened clitoris...
"Ohhhhh, Jesus!" she panted. "Here it comes!"
The hangoverish passion erupted in her cunt. Her legs came back, her ass shook, her hand whipped swiftly on her clit. Sugary fuck-thrills tore at her pelvis, pop, bang, boom! She didn't need her fingers now. She flipped over and pounded her cunt into the bed with savage abandon. Now, magically, she was top-riding Steve's cock, and she loved it! She pushed and strained against the sheet, vibrating the bed. The stinging, ginny throbs finally subsided; she panted through the last sweet twitches and relaxed, feeling a deep balming relief.
Nothing happened way up inside, though, she thought. It was hot and good, but not like that thunderclap she had known with John's tongue diving in her twat.
She sighed, tears stinging her eyes. This wasn't the answer to her need. No amount of imagination could bring that heaven a man inspired in her body. And while it was wonderful to dream that she would like to slide up and down on a hot, stiff prick, she was still afraid the basic fear would rise up to haunt her, again. Pretending, as she had with Phil, was no good. That was one reason why he was so taken with Rita. Obviously, she loved his big cock socked deep in her cunt. The vision of his big thing sliding in her white, snug pussy drew Anna off the bed.
Oh, damn him! Why couldn't he suck my pussy and let me eat his prick? Is there something wrong with me?
* * *
Steve Hill leaned back in his office chair and surveyed the nyloned perfection of his secretary's rounded thighs. She was typing a job estimate; sometimes he asked her to drop down Saturday mornings. The shop was quiet; his men worked only five days a week.
Donna Underhill was small and blonde and petite; she liked to wear miniskirts to work, and he didn't object. She was rather short in the legs, and when she leaned over or crossed her legs he could see her crotch. Usually she wore pantyhose, but today there was an expanse of bare, white flesh above the webbing of her nylons, plus a hint of a mini-slip and pink, lace-bordered panties.
Steve had been a widower for nearly a year now. His wife Clara had died of cancer. Donna was obviously making her pitch to take Clara's place; she was nineteen and unattached. Much too giggly and transparent, really. He hadn't been getting much lately, though, and today would be a fine time to see if he could make out with Donna. She had been tossing it at him for months. He was sure an engagement ring wouldn't be a necessary passport to her pussy.
She shifted her position in the chair, and now he could see her nylon-hugged cunt. The mini-slip appeared to be a part of her panties. Her blouse was cut low in front, and he smiled when he noticed that a row of buttons held it together. If her bras didn't lie, she had a big set of boobies. Her mouth always looked fresh and thick and kissable. He glanced at the couch he had installed in his office and pulled out a cigar. He lit it indolently, his mind going back to the previous evening.
What a beautiful young chick that Anna Ray was! Trim and leggy and utterly sexy. He had smelled gin on her breath; she had been partying somewhere, but she had also seemed very upset. Their cars had bumped around ten o'clock, not a realistic time to be out alone all dressed up. Or maybe she had been going to a bash.
She was married, of course. He had her phone number...
She's high class stuff, a high yellow with everything I'd like to have my hands on! Man, I'll bet she's a tiger in bed! I'll call on her. I've got an excuse. Not today, though. Maybe along about Monday. Hubby won't be home.
"This report is all finished, Steve," Donna said brightly, goring him with her baby blue eyes. As she turned from the typewriter she appeared to notice the spread of her thighs, and she giggled, closing them. His office had only one outside window, and it was shuttered at the moment.
"Becoming outfit you're wearing, Donna," he said, letting his legs part so she could see his basket. His prick was hardening. Her eyes went to his crotch, she flushed and fussed with her hair, glancing up again.
"Oh, thanks, Steve!" she gurgled.
He remembered the time he had danced with her at a shop party, the interesting push of her titties against his lower chest.
"Say, Donna, there's a piece of lint in your hair. Come here and I'll lift it out."
She giggled, her eyes opened wide; the fuck-glow was almost a flame in her expression. She put the papers aside, stood up and wiggled over beside him. Her rosebud lips were parted; he inhaled the perfume and girl-fragrance. Bouncy and young and eager.
Without any further preliminaries, he circled her pliant waist with his left arm and swung her down into his lap. She uttered a little gasp of pleased surprise, and her right arm slid around his neck. The soft cushioning of her ass, resting on his crotch, brought his cock up stiff. A resilient tittie grazed his chest.
"Oh, you!" she giggled, her pink tongue restless between her plushy lips.
"Isn't your boy friend doing his homework, sweetie?"
"No! He acts so silly all the time... " Her miniskirt was halfway to her hips; her thighs were slightly apart.
He took her soft, fresh mouth. She trembled, her tongue flirty. Her lips opened wide; he stroked his tongue deeply into her mouth. She softened deliciously, tilting her head, her arm tightening around his neck. His hand came up to the sweet thrusting of her blouse. Cupping a breast, finding no padding, he enjoyed the taste and writhe of her willing lips while he tested the enticing curves he had watched so many times. Very good!
The city was seething with young, pill-conscious broads, stuck with an immature steady, yearning for a romance on the side, an older man who would know the ins and outs. Well, he wasn't going to pass this ripe bunny; she was hanging on, gobbling his tongue, shaking with girlish sex-fever.
He unbuttoned her blouse, caressing the warm slopes of her titties, snugly cradled in fancy laced nylon. Sure enough, a front-opening bra, the new convenience. She trembled again as he unhooked the scented cups and let her titties out. Firm, warm girl flesh, sweetly nippled, two luscious handfuls.
Her mouth lifted, she panted shakily.
"Oh, Steve! It sure took you long enough!"
"Beautiful construction," he murmured, nibbling at her lower lip, teasing a small, erect nipple. "Let's go over on the couch."
She nodded, watching his hand move on her breasts. She hated to get up; she was having a ball, his finger-teasing fascinated her.
"Ohhhhh, I just love that!" she breathed.
"I'll make them real hard, cutie," he said.
"I--I've never had them played with like that, honey! Ohhh, gosh! They're getting so big!"
He decided to let her perch in his lap a while; she was turning on fast. Her thighs opened farther, her soft ass wiggled. He dropped his hand to her miniskirted thighs, spreading them, enjoying the feel of her young, velvety legs; now he reached bare flesh close to her pussy. She moaned, her breasts curved out; he lowered his head and licked a saucy pink nipple. She shuddered, panting swiftly.
Delightful responses. When he took a breast-tip into his mouth she gasped, her hips lurched. He fondled her pantied cunt, feeling the wetness seeping through the thin cloth. The nipple went rigid in his lips, she uttered a low, fierce moan.
"Ohhhh!" she cried. "OHHH--oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!"
She was coming off, wiggling, shaking with feverish intensity. He gripped her cunt while she quaked through her orgasm, fingers digging in his shoulders and chest, her plump ass bucking. She relaxed, at last, and he let go of her nipple. She rested her head on his shoulder, panting happily.
"That was swingy, honey!" she breathed.
"Now, what about the couch?"
"I guess so!" she giggled. "I'm all weak and drippy."
The plaything, the eager blonde secretary, ready for a toss on the boss's workbench. She had been expecting it for months, and now was the time. Nothing very different about her; he had fondled a lot of them in his earlier years; but he noticed a difference now. They were bolder; they talked more. Hip and sexy, atomic-age fun. When they were nineteen, they knew the ploys, the come-on wiggles, the chesty enticements.
What was Anna Ray doing now? Probably resting in the shade on an expensive patio, wearing a bikini. Her husband, finding her all ginned up, had probably given her a good fucking. Man alive, what a girl! He had seen just enough of her face and figure to intrigue him deeply.
I probably couldn't touch her, he thought, watching Donna leave his lap and twitch over to the couch. She removed her loosened blouse and bra, giggling. She waved her titties at him, smiling her pretty young seductive smile. Now the miniskirt came down. Yes, the panties were fastened to her mini-slip.
"Well, don't just sit there, honey," she laughed. Her pussy was lightly bushed, moist. Naked now, except for her nylons and high heels, she stretched out on the couch. He locked the office door and began undressing. She spread her thighs and squirmed her butt on the couch, obviously proud of her youthful charms. She continued to giggle, acting sexy. Maybe she was working for a raise. And he would probably end up giving her one, too.
* * *
Phil awoke with a nasty hangover. When he had walked in the house the night before, completely pooped, he had known right away that Anna had cut out. Clothes gone, two suitcases missing... He had stormed around the place for an hour, trying to find some clue to her whereabouts, but there had been nothing.
John and Rita had driven him home from the Smiths' house; when he had seen the car in the driveway, he had suspected she had simply left the party early, but no, she had evidently called a taxi.
Why didn't she call? Where in hell was she, anyway?
He felt a sickness in his guts. Was this it? The end of their marriage? Poor girl; she wasn't really as hot and sexy as she looked. Well, by damn, he'd had enough of pretending! She had a bad hangup. If she wanted to take off without one word of parting, okay. Pecker up! He had Rita-when John wasn't around. Now there was a fantastic fuck. She didn't fake it when she swung her ass!
* * *
Jan and Ellen lazed in deck chairs on the patio at the rear of the big house. They wore bikinis, but the water of the pool hadn't tempted them yet. Jan sipped at a weak screwdriver; the vodka was easing her gin hangover.
John hadn't done too badly. She had played with his prick and sucked it and gotten him hard again, after that first orgasm. She had come off twice while she had worked for his second come. His cock wasn't as large or as long as Rod's, but she had wangled a strange fuck.
"Rod give you all you could handle, honey?" Jan asked, winking at the plump honey blonde.
"Sure! We didn't miss that Anna one bit."
"Honey, she's only half colored."
"Well, she's no swinger!"
"Rod won't be home for hours," Jan said, slyly, staring at Ellen's bulgy titties. After breakfast he had departed for the golf course.
"Oh, cut it out," Ellen said. "I'm pooped."
"Couldn't you use a nice slow wiggle, cutie? After all, I haven't given you my welcome home balling!"
Ellen laughed. "Am I going to have to take care of you and Rod both?"
"That was one of the ideas about inviting you up here, honey. I'm not pushing or anything. We want you to stay a long time." An idea occurred to Jan. She finished her drink and stood up, stretching. The vodka was getting to her.
"I have some far-out party records I bet you haven't heard, Ellen."
"Can't you think of anything except sex?" Ellen smiled.
"Not when I have to keep looking at those big titties of yours, honey. Come on. It's been a long, long time!"
As Ellen started to rise from the chair, the wooden gate of the back lawn enclosure opened and Phil Ray stepped through. He looked clean and manly, but it was apparent that he had had a few morning-after drinks.
"Well, our wish is granted, Ellen!" Jan exclaimed. "Come on in and make yourself at home, handsome."
He grinned, but it didn't last long. "Say, has Anna been over here?"
"No," Jan said, puzzled. "What's the matter?"
Phil took a chair, Jan returned to her own chair, and Phil told them what had happened. Ellen had a rather smug expression on her face as Phil finished. Jan ignored the plump girl momentarily and concentrated on Phil.
"Come on in the house, and I'll get you a drink, darling," she said, standing up and showing off her figure. "You need cheering up. I'll console you, and Ellen can, too... "
"Mmmmm!" Ellen giggled. "Wouldn't mind it one little bit."
Phil walked into the coolness of the big living room, very aware of the whiskey he had taken on an empty stomach and also very conscious of the rub of Jan's hip against his own.
"Where's Rod?" he asked, as the lithe redhead patted his ass.
"Golfing. Look, darling. It's all right. We can still have our parties. Ellen will be glad to 'sub' for Anna."
He laughed thickly. He slid his left arm around Jan's waist and lifted his hand to her mini-bra. "Great idea!"
"I'll mix some drinks," Ellen said, watching his fingers close around Jan's barely-covered tittie. She wiggled out of the room, and he pulled the stretchy halter from Jan's pointy breasts.
"Very good, baby!" he exclaimed. Hell, he might get a sample of the redhead's action before another swap bash could be arranged. His cock began to tingle and lift.
"Play with it, darling," she whispered. "Turn me on."
She swung around, facing him; her mouth fastened on his lips, her tongue burrowed inward. A long-legged, sexy redhead, ready and willing. He wound his tongue around hers and fondled her breasts. Her nipples perked forward, her hips pushed against his crotch. With her twat centered on the rise in his pants, she began a slow, voluptuous, rotary motion. Sure, Rita was a hot fuck, but this girl might be even better!
What about Ellen? Would she watch or participate? He didn't give a fuck. His wife had left him, he was half-drunk and his cock was growing hard. A new girl could bring him up good and stiff. His consolation prize; two swinging broads he hadn't screwed. How the hell lucky could he be?
CHAPTER TEN
Steve crawled between Donna's outspread thighs and pushed his cockhead against her upraised, eager pussy. Earlier, he had played with it and sucked her nipples, bringing her shiveringly close to another climax; now she was as ready for the prickmeat as she would ever be. She had stopped giggling and showing off, gratefully.
"Ohhhh!" she panted. Her cunt lips were spreading juicily, her legs were drawing back. She knew how to swing, all right. She was no coy virgin. His burning knob slipped into the honey-hole; she shuddered, lurching her ass higher.
He had plenty of cock, nine inches and quite large around, but there was no difficulty. He drove it deep into her quivery pudding.
"OHHH!" she cried, clawing at his shoulders. Her soft thighs pressed his ribs, her cunt fluttered. Her stiffened pink nipples lured his mouth. He let his shaft soak a few seconds; he sucked first one breast-tip, then another. She panted harshly.
He closed his eyes and imagined he was curved between Anna Ray's long, sweet thighs. For all he knew, Donna was dreaming of her boy friend.
With measured strokes, his mouth no longer on her tits, he began to fuck. This was what sex was all about, serving a starved pussy with a ration of cockmeat. Push, push--slide, slide. She was meeting his dives. Her box twitched again. Nothing sensational. She was young yet; if he trained her a while she would probably do better.
He could get all the stray fucking he wanted, and it was beginning to pall on him. He was used to being married, having a home, a woman he could depend on. There was more to living than raw sex. Wouldn't it be something to have a warm-blooded girl like Anna greet him at the door every night? Then, after dinner, he would play with her and kiss her, and she would change into something slinky and sexy. Eventually, he would undress and they would crawl into bed and he would have his stinger in her lively cunt, like this, like now, like hot and good and deep, and he would give her several climaxes before he shot his love-load into her shivery cunt.
His nuts were pulling up tight, he felt the shudder of the come-off, and this was it! Slam, boom, bang! The achy flood leaped from his cockhead, he heard a girlish cry of delight, the couch creaked with her lusty humpings.
The dream exploded and he was riding his fuck out on Donna, punching the last of his cream into her twat while she moaned and squeezed her chubby thighs on his body.
* * *
Phil was spreadeagled on the king-sized bed in Jan's bedroom, naked. Ellen and Jan were nude, too. The younger one crouched at his right, blonde head lowered, her mouth around the head of his prick. It wasn't as hard as he wanted it; his fuckout with Rita the night before had sapped him. Or maybe he had taken too much liquor.
"Can't you bring it up stiff, honey?" Jan breathed. She was on her hands and knees at his left, watching the action.
Ellen's head bobbed faster, her big titties swayed. Now she swung her wide butt around and spread her thighs so he could play with her cunt while she sucked his cock. As soon as his fingers touched her moistened cunt lips his shaft began to harden.
I'll get a whiskey bone-on, and we can fuck it all day, he thought hazily. Plenty of cunt around; I don't need Anna.
He poked a finger in Ellen's joy-hole and felt her tremble. Her ass made fuck-motions. She was taking his prickhead deep into her throat now, moaning, quaking. The young broad was really very good with her tongue and lips. He jazzed her clitoris, feeling the juice drip onto his hand.
"Climb up on it, honey!" Jan cried.
Her head lifted from his prick, she started to pull her ass away from his hand, but didn't. The shiver of her twat told him why.
"Ohhh--mmmmmm--I'm coming!" she wailed.
Phil smiled when he felt the flutter of her vagina around his jabbing finger. She hunched busily, panting. Her head came back. She uttered a sharp cry of pleasure and her fun-gun popped. She swayed the bed with her energetic hunches.
Jan's face was a mask of lust. As Ellen finished and fell away on her back, the redhead quickly swung above him.
"Now, it's my turn, darling!" she breathed, lowering her twat toward the head of his cock.
Rod Smith pulled into his driveway and saw the Ray sedan parked just ahead. He smiled. He hadn't played golf, after all. He had driven to the course and had gone into the clubroom for a drink to soothe his hangover. After a couple of highballs, he had started remembering Ellen's snug, juicy cunt.
A very passionate young broad, and she didn't mind letting him do the poking. That top-riding of Jan's grew tiresome after awhile. He had broken his nuts twice in Ellen's quaking cunt the night before, and it was nothing but good. Something new and fresh. Big, sweet titties.
* * *
He left his car and walked quietly into the house. A suspicious noise from the direction of the master bedroom put another grin on his face. Phil had come for some more fucking, and obviously somebody was going at it right now. Had he brought his wife, Anna? Probably not; she had cut out the night before.
Tipping his cap into a chair, he walked to the bedroom door. It was open. The sigh of bed springs and an excited giggle made his cock tingle. He peered into the room. Jan was sprawled out on top of Phil, riding his prick. She faced the other way, so she couldn't see Rod. Flashes of his pole, as Jan worked her limber ass up and down, told Rod that Phil had quite a sizeable prick.
Ellen, who was squatting on the bed, watching, raised her head when she saw Rod. Her brown eyes opened wide with surprise. He smiled, and curled a finger at her. She nodded eagerly. He put a finger to his lips and she winked. He didn't want to spoil Jan's fun.
As they left the bed the screwing couple barely noticed; Phil was hidden behind Jan, anyway.
"Be right back," Ellen said. She wiggled to the door and slipped through, lips invitingly parted, titties curved forward. Rod filled his right hand with warm breast flesh; she eased the door closed behind her. He steered her along the hallway toward the guest bedroom. As soon as they were inside it with the heavy panel shut, she writhed her lush body against his.
"You liked that last night, huh?" she giggled.
"Great action, baby! Did Phil think he could handle both of you gals?"
"He was willing to try, but I'm sure glad you came back, honey!"
"This beats golf any day, blondie." He fondled her breasts, hefting their sensual weight in his palms. She reached for his crotch, finding the zipper on his fly. She ran it down, her soft fingers searching inside. They located his stiffening prick; she giggled.
"You should have slipped in here this morning, honey! I was waiting... Jan doesn't care."
"I'll make up for it, baby. Spread yourself out while I get undressed."
She gave his cock a playful squeeze and ran to the bed. She opened her thighs, curling her ass upward. "That colored girl cut out on Phil, honey. I'm going to fill in for her so we can still have parties. Won't that be fun?"
"The hell with her, then!" Rod said, climbing out of his pants. "She didn't want to swing last night."
"I gave you enough wiggling, didn't I?" Ellen said, teasingly. "Great!"
"You've got a nice big prick! Hurry up and bring it over here."
Jan rested, panting her delight. The instant she had seen Phil's length of meat she had purred with joy. He had a good inch more than Rod, he was handsome and virile, and she hoped he had had enough to drink so that he could keep his cock hard for a long time.
She stroked slowly, watching his hands on her stinging titties. He was an expert with a pair of nipples, he was fondling them into exquisite points. On the next down-stroke, she tightened her cunt, watching the expression on his face.
He pushed his cock higher, grinning. "You really know how to ball it, beautiful!"
"I'm just getting warmed up, darling," she cooed, swinging her ass around and around. Being on top gave her a terrific sense of superiority. She enjoyed putting a man down, keeping her individuality. Phil wouldn't be getting his stuff at home, now. He could drop over any time and Rod could enjoy himself with Ellen while she rolled in bed with Phil. They didn't need Anna. Piss on her.
Then, for variety, she could take John on again, and Rita could have her pick between Phil and Rod. All kinds of ways to go, and all fun. If she got too hard up, she could get into Ellen's panties. That girl liked sex any way she could get it.
She pumped on Phil's cock again, breathing faster. It was good having a new, big shaft in her cunt. Way up now--a thrilling pause, while his cockhead rested at the door of her hole. She wiggled her clitoris on the knob. Dreamy!
"I'm about to come, honey!" she gasped, sliding voluptuously down again. "Please don't go off!"
"I'm okay," he muttered.
Her pussy shivered, her nipples sharpened even more; she started the sweet, quick pumps that would bring her gun. Jiggle, jiggle, fuck, fuck, fuck! A hard prick and a slick, burning pussy--what could be more luscious?
Just as she lunged into her short strokes, she felt his cock soften. It almost fell out of her cunt. Ohhhh, hell! She kept her pussy fastened to the base of his tool and rotated quickly. Ohhhh, almost--just a little more! That was bringing her fun--yes, yes! His meat was still in there, but she craved it deeper.
He had taken too many drinks, or Rita had sucked too much come out of his loins. She bucked and strained, and gradually the jerky thrills collected in her pelvis.
"Here it COMES!" she cried fiercely.
Something went out of her come, though. It was wrenching her cunt, it was banging, but she missed the poke of a knob in her depths. She writhed and panted, drawing as many thrills as she could from the softened shaft. She rested, savoring the final come-twitches, and rolled away. His limp pecker dropped out of her twat and slapped down on his belly.
Well, maybe she expected too much on the morning after a swap-party. In a day or two he would be cocky again. Stretched at his right, she held his meat in her fingers. His eyes were closed, he looked pooped. Sweat beaded his forehead. After awhile she would suck it and put some starch back in it. Such a nice prick!
Where the devil was Ellen? She had said she would be right back.
A faint noise reached Jan's ears. Sounded like a shrill, girlish laugh. She crawled off the bed and went to the door, curious. A loud giggle, unmistakably Ellen's, came from along the hallway. Evidently she had gone to the guest bedroom, which was hers, while she was visiting. Had John Decker dropped over?
She walked quickly to the bedroom door; suddenly she heard another cry of delight, the sigh of bed springs. Well, well! Turning the doorknob, remembering the time she had pushed her twat against just such a device, rubbing herself into a climax, she peeked into the boudoir.
Not John. It was Rod, her husband. He had slipped back home! And he was pouring the meat to Ellen's cunt with lusty enthusiasm. Her white thighs were kinked back, her wide ass tilted into the fucking position for chubby girls. Slap, slap, slap!
Each girl had a man, after all. She smiled as she heard Ellen's whimpers of pleasure.
"Ohhhh--mmmm--honey, make me come, now!
Rod's untanned ass cheeks flew, the bed creaked its suggestive rhythms. He was really slamming the cock to her. Jan's pussy twitched as the couple bucked toward a climax.
"OHHHH-OHHH-ohhhhh!" Ellen bleated. "Come in me, honey!"
Rod was giving it all he had. Moisture shone on his back and shoulders, his thrusts were ferocious. Suddenly Jan knew he was going to make it. The quick flex of his butt and the moan that broke from his lips told the rutty story. He lunged like a billy goat, Ellen's ass lifted even higher, and then they shook and shuddered through their thing. Jan loved to see a girl go off; she was almost envious.
I'll get her panties down again soon, she thought, backing away from the door and closing it gently.
Now, back to Phil. A bit of playing around, a dab or two of prick sucking and he would be able to function again. Hooray for sex! Nothing like it, absolutely nothing.
* * *
"Oh, I like this place," Anna said, smiling across the candle-lit checkered tablecloth. It was an Italian restaurant she had never been in; the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.
What excited her most, however, was her date for the evening, Steve Hill!
A week had passed since she had left home, and the worst was over. She had an apartment downtown; she was going to work in a big department store Monday morning where she would clerk and model. She had modeled there previously, and the manager knew her. He seemed very pleased that she was available.
She had finally called Phil and had given him the word; she wanted a clean break, a divorce.
Some of her earlier swap-doings now seemed more like an ugly dream than reality. But she had sucked a prick for the first time, she had had her cunt eaten at last--but the onus of swapping took something away from the memory. She had cut her masturbating down to a minimum, once every other day. She simply couldn't go without sex entirely. She had become too accustomed to regular relief.
On Wednesday afternoon she had called the number on Steve's business card. His delight had been evident. They had talked for a whole half-hour. She had learned that he was a widower, and she had told him about her upcoming divorce.
Now it was Friday night, and she was on her very first date with a very personable and rugged man. One of the first things she noticed about him was that she could relax in his company. He was more like the kind of people she had been raised around, he didn't belong to any country club, she wasn't expected to be very bright and chic and swingy.
When he had called the previous evening and asked her for a date he had suggested casual dress; he wanted to take her to dinner at a new cafe, but not an elaborate one. Now that she was here with Steve, she adored it. Not one person had given her a cold, cutting "colored" stare, the kind she had received at the fancy joints and clubs Phil had liked to frequent.
With Steve she didn't have to act or put on; and it made such a difference! She could see now that Phil had picked her for a kind of sexy showpiece; he wanted to be different, so he had found a high yellow. He traveled with a country-club, golfing and fast-drinking crowd; there was too much phoniness in it.
Steve was surely no saint, but he believed in hard work; he had a good business, even if it wasn't huge. He had worked most of his years as a journeyman plumber. She already knew quite a lot about him.
As they finished the meal, sipping dry red wine, she felt a grateful warmth in her being she hadn't known for years. A tickly sex urge was building in her loins, and about as close as they had come to each other yet had been while riding in his car.
A few couples were now dancing on a small floor, dimly lighted, near the juke box. He took her hand and squeezed it and glanced toward the rear. She smiled, nodding. In a moment they were out on the floor. The feel of his strong arm around her waist was infinitely comforting and exciting.
"I'm a very lucky man, Anna," he murmured.
"I'm just a mixed-up colored girl, Steve. Don't expect too much. But I am having a wonderful time!"
"Great!"
As their bodies melted together, as she felt moisture warm her pussy, she shivered and breathed in his ear. She had to be perfectly honest with him. She had cheated Phil; she had pretended to be hot while they were screwing, and she couldn't let it happen again.
"Steve, you know how I feel, by now," she murmured. "I have to explain something... " His expression suggested she continue.
"I'm twenty-four, I'm not a giggly teen-ager," she said. "I do need loving, you can tell that! You're a very swell person, Steve, and I wouldn't want to hurt you in any way... "
"Hell, you haven't yet, Anna!"
"I lived a pretty big lie with my husband--and I won't let it happen to you. I had a real bad experience when I was young... I'm not over it. Do you understand, honey?"
His arm and hand tightened. "See here, I may look wolfish, but I'm not going to attack you, Anna. I wouldn't hurt you for the world. I think I understand... "
"Oh, Steve!" she murmured, pressing her hips tightly to his. "Let's go to my apartment... I'll tell you the rest there--and then maybe you'll walk out!"
"Just try me," he said, his voice husky. "It can't be that bad!"
As they went through her front door, hands tightly locked, she experienced a wave of pure lust. What could he think of her, asking for sex on their first date? But they had talked and talked over the phone; he hadn't rushed her, at all. He was so easy to converse with she felt she had known him for years.
One lamp burned in the living room, and the one in the bedroom was on, too. Why had she done that? Easy answer! She needed a man's hands on her body, Steve's hands. The last time she had played with herself she had dreamed that he was cupping her pussy and kissing her nipples, and her orgasm had been very sweet!
She closed the door and locked it and turned, rushing into his arms. No words were necessary, yet. His mouth came down on hers, her lips opened for his tongue, they writhed with eager desire. His arms were like steel bands around her body. Her pussy was dripping fun-juice. The hunger in his mouth ignited her passion; she arched her hips against his loins, a flaming ache of awesome intensity gathered in her crotch.
Hell think I'm easy and cheap, but I can't help it! That night when I first saw him I knew this would happen, and I think he did, too'. This thing is between us, drawing us close. Oh, I want to please him in every way, but I can't. I have to tell my secret...
Maybe it would be better if they stopped now. She could send him away and nurse her passion and her fault...
No! I hope hell do it the way I want him to do it, just play with me. I'll suck his prick or ANYTHING-except let him find out the hard way that I'm afraid of a stiff prick when it starts into my cunt. Ohhh, hell!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Honey," Anna whispered into Steve's mouth. "Will you just play with me this first date?"
"Well, of course, Anna!"
"Ohhh, I hope so," she breathed, shaking all over. "I've got a hangup. I hate to tell you, but I was raped when I was a kid, and I've got big problems. I didn't tell my husband. I wasn't honest about things. I want to be, with you, Steve."
"Sweetheart, I want to please you, any way I can!" he murmured.
A wash of relief swept through her being. She trusted Steve, she was dying to have his hands and mouth all over her body.
"Will you wait till I get undressed, honey?" she asked, wiggling her covered pussy against his crotch.
He chuckled, patting her on the butt. Ohhh, it felt good. She hugged him and kissed him open-mouthed, and hurried into her bedroom. She was so anxious for the rest of it, her fingers were clumsy and unsteady. A sexy glow radiated from her burning pussy. Her nipples were hard with her need. Her panties were very wet.
I. love to eat prick, she thought. I hope he likes it!
Quickly she removed her frock and half-slip and bra. She debated with herself about leaving on her nylons and heels, and then decided that she might look sexier wearing them. Now, the panties. Now fresh perfume between her thighs, on her pussy and breasts. She couldn't remember when she had been so excited and eager for sex. A big load had been lifted from her mind; she had put her cards down, face up on the proverbial table.
Maybe, in time, with a considerate man like Steve, she could whip her fear. I want to, more than anything! I want to become a real passionate screw-girl! I'm crazy about Steve.
She put on her thinnest, frilly nightie and rushed out into the living room. He was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigar. He looked at her, his eyes lighted up and he whistled.
"Wow! Some outfit, Anna."
"Do you want to take your clothes off, honey?" she said, her voice trembly.
He grinned, his brown eyes moving admiringly and sensually over her figure. Standing up, he began to disrobe. She drifted to the sofa, her heart pounding. He had a wonderfully strong-looking torso, he looked very healthy and fit. Shirt off, trousers down, shoes away. The tent in his briefs made her dizzy. She moistened her lips with a restless tongue. She smiled, spreading her long dark thighs. He wasn't hurrying; there was a sureness in his moves. His tanned face was flushed, his dark eyes burned.
Now his shorts came down, and she saw his big prick angled out from a pair of large, virile drivers. He had at least eight inches of thick, rigid prick. His foreskin was taut around the glans, where drops of wetness glistened. She wasn't afraid of his shaft yet! His lean narrow hips and wide shoulders increased his aura of complete virile appeal. He made Phil seem, in her mind, like a softie.
He sank down at her right, his arms went around her, as if they belonged there, and their mouths collided furiously, eagerly. She rubbed her right thigh against his muscular leg and fresh juice leaked from her tingling cunt. Her lips trembled against his mouth, his tongue dived and dived into her throat. She hugged him passionately.
I don't give a damn what her thing is, Steve thought, his cock as stiff as a post. But that rape thing could leave one hellofa scar. I'm glad she told me. I'll treat her with soft touches and see what happens.
He hadn't been so carried away with a girl for years and years. He had watched her during their meal, the sweet perfection of her face and profile, the sensual turn of her generous lips, the promising jut of her breasts beneath her frock; and then, out on the dance floor, his craving for her had grown and bloomed. Graceful, lithe and utterly feminine. She was almost too much!
Skin coloration didn't mean a damn thing to him; he was one eighth Nez Perce Indian. He was proud of the fact that one of his grandfathers had fought with Chief Joseph. He wasn't a big wheel like Phil Ray, but he evidently had what Anna wanted.
He drew her hand over to his prick, and her tremor of response blew his ego higher than ever. Her tongue jabbed around his, her soft thigh burned against his bare leg. That fancy nightie, the nylons and high heels gave her an added sexiness.
Reaching up to the lacy, plunging top of her nightie, he slipped his hand inside and cradled a tittie. Man alive! Firm and sweetly tipped, a generous handful of yielding girl-flesh. She wiggled it in his palm, her mouth broke from his.
"Steve, Steve!" she gasped. "I love it!" Her fingers tightened on his prick, drawing more juice from his hole.
Now he stroked both titties, feeling her nipples erect, feeling her tremors of pleasure. She nipped at his lower lip, panting into his mouth. "Ohhh, honey! I'm going to--come!"
"Have it, sweetie, have it!" he breathed, drawing his hand from her breasts and dropping it to the seductive spread of her long, luscious thighs. Now, under the lace-bordered hem of her nightie, in on the velvet of her pussy-flesh. Her hips arched, her whole body shuddered violently. He gripped her cunt with his hand, she rode it with swift hunches, abandoned thrusts.
"Ohhhh, Jesus!" she cried, wildly. The kick of her legs, the quaking of her hips and breasts, the slide of her fingers on his aching prick, coasted him into an erotic thrall.
OHHHH, God! she thought, dizzily. I wanted his hand on my cunt that first time I saw him, and now it's there! I'm coming all over his palm, my clit is throbbing, my twat is going crazy! I'm just bursting with the beat, beat, beat of dreamy lust!
She softened in the circle of his arm, panting her joy. Such luscious waves of relief, such exquisite delight balmed her entire being. She adored him for bringing her this slice of heaven.
"Now I want to do it for you, honey," she whispered.
"Anything you say, Beautiful," he whispered.
She leaned across him and lowered her head toward the big head of his prick; her fingers still were around the shaft, his hand still cupped her dripping pussy. He drew it away as her lips opened to accept his glans and began to caress her achy titties. Oh, he was wonderful with her nipples, simply wonderful! Her breasts were swelling again, deliciously. She was riding a wave of hot, sensational craving; her clit itched for more teasing caresses.
When her lips touched his cockhead a sweet shudder raced through her body. She was going to come again, soon! The feel of that knob, the point of his maleness, as it slipped into her eager mouth, sent more flurries of delight across her pelvis. Gobbling Clay's prick had been a drunken experiment; now she was with a man she really wanted to please in every way she could. Maybe this would satisfy him until she could accept his prick...
She curled her tongue around the quivering cockhead. His foreskin had slipped down and the whole bare apricot was there for her delectation. Delish', delish'! His flesh burned her flesh, she felt a stirring deep in her cunt, and it was almost like his knob was up inside and that she was able to enjoy it.
She moved her head slowly up and down, roaming her fingers lightly across his drawn-up balls. She loved it; she adored it. His cock was absolutely the best one in the world! His shivers of pleasure rewarded her tongue and mouth and lip manipulations; her titties in his gentle hands were growing even larger.
"Wonderful, darling!" he breathed.
She paused, knowing how she liked to delay her own orgasms. A man of his strength and virility wouldn't be satisfied with just one climax; she was sure of that. But she wanted to give him all the sex-fun possible. She lifted her mouth clear away, admiring the pinkness of his jutting cock.
"Am I doing it right, honey?" she panted.
"Yes!"
Again she closed her lips around his knob; she went teasingly up and down again. He shuddered, his hand gripped a tittie very hard. He was breathing faster. She was teetering on the brink of another orgasm. Just a few more strokes of her tongue, a few more sucks...
His harsh moan of delight triggered her come. Her hips lurched forward, her thighs quivered, her titties seemed ready to burst. Suddenly she felt his passion creep up his shaft, it throbbed wildly, his cockhead swelled and vibrated in her mouth, and then the blast of his come spurted into her eager throat; she sucked and gobbled and drove her head up and down as her pussy twitched its heavenly hard twitches! An erotic dizziness claimed her senses; she was coming and coming and COMING! It had never been quite like this, not even when John had sucked her cunt. The throbbings weren't deep, but they were gloriously intense!
She slowed her mouth-strokes as he relaxed, breathing heavily. She swallowed his burst of come; she loved the taste of it, she was crazy about the whole phallus and most of all, the considerate man attached to it. Caring for someone made things so much more intimate and expressive. She knew she could suck his prick for hours and hours if it would please him.
"Ohhhh, honey!" she murmured, leaning back, resting. "Was I good for you?"
"Terrific, Anna. Terrific!"
"I'm so glad! Maybe it's time I invited you in my bedroom."
He sighed, his fingers caressed the warm thigh-planes close to her pussy. Her titties were riding out of the top of her nightie. His eyes fastened on them.
"You know something, Beautiful," he said, banteringly. "I haven't kissed your nipples yet."
"I guess I was too busy with this!" she exclaimed, fluttering her fingertips on his still-rigid cock. "You're welcome to any time!"
"You're my girl now, darling," he murmured against her throat. "Any arguments?"
Waves of utter rapture swept through her being. "Are you sure you want me with this hangup, honey?"
"I'm going to make a broad guess that you don't even have one, Anna. I think maybe someone has expected too much from you. You're very beautiful and sexy and passionate--"
"But, honey!" she broke in. "It's the other part t hat scares me... I remember things that happened and I start turning off. Ohhh, it's awful! And I don't want you to be disappointed!"
"You call the shots," he said, his lips wandering lower, toward her aching titties. His fingers reached her pussy, and he patted it gently. Her need was reawakening. She was almost ashamed of her mounting passion; two orgasms weren't going to be nearly enough! She was so carried away she had to say it: "Honey, would you take me in the bedroom and stretch me out and kiss my nipples and play with me and then--go down on me?"
He trembled, his hand pressed her pussy with promising vigor. "I can't think of anything I'd rather do!"
"Oh, I'm awful!" she gasped.
"No! You're my pretty sexy girl, and I'm here to please you. If I don't you might not invite me back... "
"Oh, pooh on you!" she laughed. "Come on, into my lair!" I love him, I'm nuts about him, and I'm HIS girl. I'm so lucky! Someday I'll be able to take his prick and adore it. I just know it.
* * *
The rec room was filled with the strummy twang of hillbilly music, the few lights were turned low, and another swap bash was in progress. Jan was hostess again, and she had asked everyone to wear Western clothes. Drinks were being mixed in heavy coffee mugs, and the bartender, Rod Smith, was busy. Rita, wearing denim shorts and a polka dot bra, assisted.
Jan liked the pairing. She had big-pricked Phil again and John was patting Ellen on the ass. He and Rod would get their stingers in a new pussy, which was all right. Keep the boys happy. They were all so easily led around; a whiff or two of fresh cunt and they were ready to jump through hoops.
She had asked Rod to pour Phil's drinks lightly; he had been boozing all week. He was still upset about losing his fancy colored gal. He needed consoling. Anna had walked out on a good thing; nice big house, plenty of money to spend, a handsome, swinging husband. Double piss on her!
I wanted to get some of that, Jan thought. But I missed it. Anyway, Rita acts like she'd go for some girlish fun. I think she's been that route before. Tonight, maybe? Rod might not be able to handle all of that blonde, juicy stuff.
When Rita and John had first arrived, Jan had managed to sneak a few pats on Rita's rounded ass. The blonde had winked and smiled. On Wednesday afternoon, out near the pool, Jan had finally made it with Ellen, again. That big-titted broad had to pay for her keep one way or another.
Then, to round out the day for Ellen, Rod had come home with a few drinks under his belt and a big hard-on, and Jan had watched them fuck in the guest bedroom. After two big orgasms with Ellen, Jan had been too pooped to pop, but the plump bottle-blonde had flipped her cookies, big. She was basically a prick-lover. Rod had enjoyed being on top, for a change.
"Time for games, kiddies!" Jan announced.
"I don't see a sheet!" Rita laughed.
"Oh, this will be much more interesting, honey. Ellen, do you feel reckless?"
John was boldly squeezing her breasts while she stood at the bar. "Sure!" Ellen cried. "I'm turning on."
"Okay, now here's what we do," Jan giggled. "You gals take off your shorts and halters. I will, too. Then we sit on the floor and spread our legs... "
"A mazola party?" John bellowed.
"Not this time, sweet," Jan giggled. "Come on gals, here we go!"
Rita wiggled out from behind the bar and joined Ellen and Jan.
"I like naked broads!" Rod laughed, leaning on the plank. "Makes it easier for us."
"What you have to do might not be so easy, honey," Jan quipped. She removed her halter and lowered her shorts. Phil applauded. There was a big tent in his pants at the crotch. He was rather drunk, more so than either John or Rod.
Jan stared at Rita's pink-tipped breasts with avid interest. They had a delightful pout, her nipples tipped up slightly. More laughter and wisecracks came from the men as Ellen and Rita stripped. Jan dropped to the floor, feeling the coolness of the tile against her butt. Rita was beside her, while Ellen sat down beyond Rita.
"Get that little sack on the bar, Phil," Jan laughed, spreading her long thighs. "It's full of marbles. You guys all know how to shoot them, don't you?"
John doubled over, laughing. "I'm getting the message! Great! We try to roll a marble in a twat!"
"You're so clever, honey," Jan said, dryly.
"Open wide, girls! Stretch your things. The first guy to hit a target gets a prize!"
Phil dropped to his knees in front of Jan, grinning widely. He took some marbles from the sack and handed the rest to John and Rod. Now each male was ready to play the game.
"What a cute target!" John laughed, staring at Ellen's brown-bushed cunt. "Widen it more!"
Chuckling, his face flushed, Phil aimed a marble at Jan's pussy.
With her arms braced behind her, hips tilted forward, Jan watched the marble roll across the smooth tile. Laughing, she swung her hips so the roundness would strike her open cunt lips.
"I saw a stripper who could pick paper money off the floor with her twat!" Rod chortled. "Hell! I missed!"
He stared at the dewy promise of Rita's cunt and his prick leaked more fuck-juice. While the two of them had been behind the bar he had played with her pussy and titties. Her nipples were spiked, her cheeks pink. She was ready.
"Hell, I hit it!" Phil shouted.
Jan laughed shrilly. She had helped his aim again by sliding her twat at the oncoming marble. "I'll give you your prize in just a little while, stud. Now, you men undress. I think we're all ready for action."
"You said it!" Ellen cried, scrambling to her feet. She walked over to John and began helping him take his clothes off.
Jan let the winning marble roll out of her cunt lips and remained on the floor a moment. She twitched her ass and weaved her shoulders, smiling at Phil. He was fumbling with his pants. Rod had his arm around Rita's waist, and they were walking toward the stairway door. They were giggling and chuckling. Jan's game had been a huge success!
A moment later John and Ellen disappeared into the bedroom just off the play area. Phil was finally naked, leaning on the rim of the bar, his prick standing almost level with his navel.
Jan didn't move from the floor. "Come on, honey, put your tongue in where the marble was!"
* * *
Anna, her long dark thighs wide apart, watched avidly as Steve crawled onto the bed and moved to his hands and knees, his head facing her upraised pussy. The expression of desire on his rugged face filled her with exotic anticipation. This was so much different than when John had eaten her cunt. She had been eager for it then, but now she was simply dying for it.
Of course, a storm wasn't lashing around, as it had up at the lake. She wished suddenly that some thunder would roll and that some rain would whip against the bedroom window, maybe Steve would bring a thunder in her loins!
Steve didn't press his mouth to her crotch right away; he stared a moment at her pussy and then swept forward until he could take her nipples in his lips. His cock wasn't really far from her pussy...
I'm not afraid of it, she thought, dizzily. He's almost into a fucking position, my legs are opened, my cunt curved up... But he'll do what I asked. He won't spoil it for me!
"Ohhh, honey!" she breathed, as his lips surrounded a tender, tumid nipple. His gentle sucks shot thrills down to her pussy; her breasts were getting larger and larger! Now he kissed her other dark spike, coiling his tongue around it, sensuously. Thrill, thrill! She rubbed her thighs along his rib-cage. She stared at his big prick again. I'm still not afraid of it! He's curing me, he's driving that awful memory out of my being! Ohhh, how my cunt aches! Should I let him fuck me--right now?
Even though her instinctive dread seemed to have vanished, magically, she was unwilling to let him push it home. Maybe later...
She riffled her fingers in his hair and watched him tongue her nipples. His cock was now resting on her tummy, so near--and yet so far. Her need was climbing again, in tingly stages. Her cunt was all puffed and expanded, oozing more juice. Her nipples had never been quite so stiff and responsive.
Now, becoming more impulsive, he took a whole end of her breast in his mouth and sucked hard.
"Ohhh, honey!" she panted. "Hurry and do me!"
He swept backward, his head lowered between her thighs, she arched her pussy higher. His tongue came out, she felt it wiggle between her cunt lips, sliding up and down her drippy crevice. His tongue-tip stroked her rigid clitoris, sending flashes of sparkly joy through her loins.
Something was happening deep inside her vagina, as it had during the summer storm, with John. A sweet craving ebbed higher--and then vanished as her clit began to throb with her climax. For a few golden heartbeats she had been almost ready to receive his prick; but this was reward enough. Ohhhh, yes and ohhh yes, yes, yes! As she wailed and bucked, while his hands gripped her ass and his tongue drove furiously in and out of her cunt, a weak kind of response was stirring far inside. That faded away, too. Now she was having her tongue-come, beat after luscious beat!
Just as she hit her peak of quivery sensation, he sucked her clitoris.
"OHHHH-Jesus!" she shouted. "Ohhhh, OH, OH, OH!"
The dig of his fingers in her bottom seemed to pull more heaven from her throbbing crotch. She sailed and floated and panted her joy. She caught her fingers in his hair and shook through her climax. He continued to suck and lap at her trembly cunt, drawing the dreamy last twitches. It was utterly wonderful, the way he ate her pussy, but why hadn't the thunder exploded in her loins as violently as it had out at the lake?
When he crawled up beside her, holding her close, kissing her throat, she breathed her thanks.
"Ohhh, honey! I'm so grateful! One of these days I'll be able to give you the rest of it. Be patient with me, will you?"
"Anything I can do to please you is right, Anna. I'll help you all I can... "
CHAPTER TWELVE
Anna thought dreamily of Steve as she listened to the new record she had just bought at a downtown music store. The sounds from her portable stereo, which she had taken from the house on Pine Avenue, had a jungle beat that amazed her senses. She had heard the drumming record as she had passed the store, and she had gone in right away and bought it.
Oddly, the title was Storm Rock, by a new rock group. It was all very wild and sensuously exciting. While she absorbed the pulsing rhythms and remembered the night before with Steve, her pussy began to tingle! He was coming by at eight o'clock for their Saturday night date. She could hardly wait for him to arrive, and it was now only four-thirty.
I never had such a lovely evening, she thought as the music continued to pound in her senses. Steve made me come five times! At the end of it he went off in my mouth again, and I loved it! He said he would have a surprise for me tonight--I think I know what it will be. A ring! Of course, I can't wear it until I get a divorce, but I love the idea. I love him. Ohhh, I'm turning on big!
While the drumming and pounding from the speakers continued, a strange thing was starting in her vagina. Nerve-ends were awakening, a sensuous trembling commenced far inside her cunt! She remembered how Steve's cock had rested so close to her pussy, her amazement that his position above her hadn't frightened her. Now, a sweet tightening of her cunt, a deep, exciting movement of her vaginal walls, brought a gasp from her lips.
I want his prick now. I'm dying for it! I want it up in there where sweet things are happening!
She leaped from her chair and turned the power off on the stereo set. It was crazy! She didn't want to masturbate now. She wanted to save all of her passion for later. When the rock of the record ended, her nerves quieted, but a hard sensual ache lay in her body, like a bomb, ready to explode.
She walked back and forth, the rub of her naked thighs together exciting her even more. Her hands were shaky, her nipples were pointy. All at once she realized what had made her turn on out at the lake. The storm, the lash of rain around the cabin, most of all, the cracking of thunder. The noise from the recording proved it! John had happened to be with her. Of course, he had brought her to a climax, but the fact that it hadn't happened just that way since proved something else.
The noise of the summer storm drove my prick fear away, and I had a deep, hard orgasm around John's tongue.
Then the big idea hit her. It had to work! She felt new confidence, new awareness of her femininity. A savage, jungle beast had driven a fear into her being, a savage, jungle music could drive it out. Oh, why not? Kookier things had happened.
She ran to the phone and dialed Steve's apartment number. Her throat was dry, her heart thumped wildly.
"Yes?" came his curious answer.
"Honey, this is Anna. Can you come over here, right away? I need you, very much."
"Hell, yes!" he exclaimed. The sound of his deep, virile voice sent thrills tumbling through her body.
"Hurry, honey... " she breathed, and dropped the receiver.
Steve's prick swelled inside his shorts. He had been sitting around his apartment, trying to kill time until evening, thinking about Anna and her passionate responses, feeling that high, joyful elation a man knows when he has a real girl on his hands. Blonde Donna had called him that morning, but he had made excuses. She wanted another Saturday morning roll on his office couch. She wasn't in it with Anna, even if he might have to wait a while before he could actually fuck his high yellow princess.
Everything else was great, though. She loved eating his prick, she went wild when he lapped her pussy. He wouldn't think of hurting her, knowing what had happened to her, years before. He was sure that in time he could overcome this hangup of hers. And what an event that would be--sliding his meat to her for the very first time!
He leaped from his chair with a shout of glee and rushed into the bedroom to change a few clothes. She didn't want to wait until evening; she was ready now. He looked at the small package, neatly gift-wrapped, that he had bought for Anna that morning at a jewelry store. He grinned. His prick was already dripping fuck-juice.
* * *
Anna dressed with nervous haste. She had showered earlier, she was as fresh and dainty as she could make herself, with the added allure of perfume and cologne, strategically placed on crotch and titties. She put on a new bedroom ensemble she had never worn before, a red shortie wrapper that opened in front and matching red mini-bra and panties. She had had her hair done that morning, after buying that record. A glance in the vanity mirror told her she looked as sexy as she ever had, maybe sexier, because there was a bright glow in her eyes, she was suffused with gladness, and it showed. The memory of her furious pleasure with Steve the night before gave her oceans of confidence.
To make herself appear even leggier, and perhaps more alluring, she slipped on a pair of high-heeled boudoir sandals. Oh, that was better. She had dabbed her pussy dry a while earlier, but it was wet again! She was atremble with anticipation.
Now she moved the portable stereo set into the bedroom. The record that she hoped would assist her was still on the turntable. Hands shaking, she went out into the living room to wait for her big, rugged lover.
It has to work, she thought, shivering. I wanted his big prick last night, but I'm glad now I waited. Ohhh, I need him so much! I'm his girl, he wants me. It's not a cheap swap thing, all mixed up with gin and silly games.
His knock on her apartment door made her pulse hammer; she rushed from her chair and opened the panel, breathless. When he saw her his eyes widened, and that hungry fire blazed into her being. She locked the door behind him and ran into his arms. Their mouths locked instantly, and again his tongue was sweeping sweetly into her throat, her lips were trembling around his diving probe, her hips were curving against his loins. The spicy aroma of his cologne, blended with his male fragrance, stirred her senses excitingly.
When he had kissed her thoroughly, he drew his tongue out and murmured into her lips.
"Couldn't wait, huh?"
"Oh, you awful thing, you!" she panted happily. "You're just a now kind of man."
He chuckled, holding her at arm's length. "Man, that's some sexy outfit!"
"Brand new and just for you, honey!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Steve! Turn me into a real woman. I think today's the day!"
She read the understanding in his eyes, his expression. Her pussy was on fire, her titties ached for touches and kisses. Coming with him the night before seemed to have awakened a true depth of passion in her whole being. And now, as his hand moved upward to her thin, lacy mini-bra, as she felt his prick pushing at his trousers, against her girl-mound; she knew she wanted him to screw her come hell or high water!
I want that nice big thing in my cunt, I really do!
His hand cupped a thinly covered tittie and she shuddered. A wave of pure lust gripped her, she rotated her pussy on his tent and felt dreamy twitches in her swollen, moistened cunt. She panted and dug her fingers in his chest.
"Ohhh, honey!" she cried. "I--I'm coming, already!"
He pulled her bra down and cupped a tittie as the sweet flood of her need gripped her loins with sugary fingers; she felt her clit throb delectably, sending thrills down her legs and back up to her crotch. It wasn't really deep or explosive, but quick and nerve-easing. She panted through it while her tittie pulsed in his strong fingers. The last twitches of her cunt were utterly delish'!
"See what you do to me!" she gasped, softening in his embrace.
His hands roamed down to her bottom; he squeezed it and patted it.
"Damned flattering to my ego, Anna!" he whispered.
"Oh, Steve! It was never like this with anyone."
"I believe you, darling," he breathed into her hair. "Just keep on being impulsive!"
She felt suddenly kittenish, playful. She retreated and posed for him, hands behind her head, breasts out, legs spread, as she sometimes did when she modeled negligees. Obviously, he loved it.
"Now you're torturing me," he laughed.
Smiling, she did a slow, graceful turn-around, flipping the hem of her nightie so he could see her panty-hugged cunt. She had never done this for Phil, and it helped explain to her the big difference in her feelings toward the two men. Steve had it!
He stared at her beauty of face and figure. Her total sexiness was almost frightening. How could an exquisite young creature of her class and poise be crazy about him? But it was there in her dark, burning eyes, in every girlish gesture. His prick was ready to burst out of his pants, his knob was leaking juice, but he realized that he had to be careful; she had a problem and he wanted her to do anything that would bring them together hot and true, with his cock pushed deep into her cunt.
"When we go in the bedroom, I want to play some bumpy music, honey. Is that all right?"
"Hell, yes! Whatever you say."
She came out of her sexy pose and rushed into his arms again. The press of her hard titties on his chest, the seductive curving of her hips on his loins, filled a vacuum in him that he had carried for years, since the death of his wife. Screwing easy broads like Donna had been fun, diverting; it had satisfied his lusts, but not his feeling of really belonging to some woman.
Anna had proved herself to be trusting and honest, she wasn't after just a raise, a good time, a quick toss in the sack and then a giggly good-bye. There were countless Donnas in the world, and some of them would eventually settle on one guy; some would turn into tramps. He was used to having one girl, and, by damn, he had found her. His chest swelled with manly pride; his prick swelled with passion.
They were in her bedroom now, side by side, completely naked. They were caressing each other again, his hand roamed along her open thighs, and her fingers held his rigid prick. As soon as they had walked into the room she had started a record playing on a portable stereo that hadn't been there the night before. It was rather an odd grouping of sounds, a kind of wild drumming thing with an undertone of jungle in the rhythms, but she liked it, and somehow it seemed to blend with her savage sensuality.
"I hope you won't mind the noise," she whispered, kissing his throat.
"Not one bit, Beautiful," he smiled, bringing his fingers against her wet, expanded pussy. Dainty, smooth and soft, totally feminine. They were more relaxed in their sex-play, now. They could let the need build and grow, they could savor each slow caress and each nuance of pleasure.
As she breathed faster, she started sliding and turning, and a moment later she was above him, on hands and knees.
"Let me do things for you now, honey," she whispered.
"Great!" He wasn't too surprised; a girl as agile as Anna would love to move around, be active in the bedroom. He was pleased and very flattered. He had stopped fondling her cunt, and he settled his hands on her titties.
"I love it, love it!" she panted, lowering her hips and pressing her cunt at the base of his prick. As he felt the soft, wet pussy lips caress the underridge of his shaft, he realized that something new was about to happen. She was trembling and shaking, her nipples were stiff enough to puncture his palms!
Anna quaked with rising delight. She had top-ridden Phil many times in her pretending game. This was different! She was turned on, ferociously ON. So far, she wasn't afraid of Steve's wonderful, hard prick; she had sucked it the night before, she had felt it throb in her mouth when he had burst his come, and that deep tingling was starting in her vagina.
She rocked her hips with reckless abandon, sliding her drippy cunt along the base of his cock. A wild hunger was building in her cunt, far inside. Having his shaft so close, without taking it inside, was simply too much. The beat and bang of the music seemed to inspire her. His fondlings were helping to draw the fire into her loins, spreading hunger throughout her being.
She wanted to come; she was tottering on the edge of it right now, but if she could just wait, prolong her delight, then maybe she could slide her twat around his prick just as she went off! Surely that would drive her fear away. Even if just the knob was inside when she broke her cookies, it might give her the courage to ride his shaft the way a girl was supposed to ride one.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh!" she panted, resting in delirious suspense.
The loud part of the record now began to play. Suddenly the boom of drums and the wild quickening rhythms transported her into a new dimension of sensation. She was reliving the storm that had swept the cabin at the lake, the thunder was cracking, a heavenly kind of deep throbbing began in her cunt. She began to vibrate, her hips swung upward, the savage passions of her innate nature commenced to liven. Panting, moaning, riding a crest of need close to her orgasm, she centered Steve's big cockhead on her pulsing cunt and pushed it far, far into her vagina!
Salmon-colored lights flashed in her brain, her whole pelvis erupted with violent intensity. Thunder was breaking in her cunt; the summer storm was bursting with furious beats in her loins; her vagina was clasping and churning--around his prick!
She stroked with savage abandon, transported into a plane of sensual awareness she hadn't known existed. Beat, beat, beat went her climax; throb, throb, throb went her fun-gun! The bigness of his prick in her spasming cunt seemed to span a whole lifetime of waiting and wishing and hoping. She was going off with a cock in her cooze, she was funning on a burning ham bone, she was fucking and fucking a prick, and she loved it, loved it!
"Ohhhh--OHHHH-OHHHH!" she cried shrilly as the rock of the music matched the rattle of the bed, and her whole insides pulsed with erotic joy.
Finally she rested, panting and spent, dropping down on Steve's body, his prick still sweetly big in her tingling pussy.
"Honey, honey!" she cried. "I did it!"
"Man alive, don't I know it!" he exulted. He patted her ass and hugged it against his loins.
She reached over and turned off the music. She plastered her titties to his chest, sighing her gratitude.
"Honey, I guess you think I'm crazy, having that music up so loud, but it helped me. I'm not afraid any more. I love your big prick right where it is! I don't have to pretend any more!"
"I knew you could do it, darling," he murmured, continuing to fondle her rump and waist and thighs.
To have his meat up inside, to have him close and true and still hard, fulfilled a dream she had nursed since her teens.
Phil and Rita and the others could have their swap fun; she didn't need it. She had a man who had let her find her own way through her maze of frustrations and disappointments. He had played with her and played with her, and finally he had filled her cup of joy to overflowing.
I took his prick! I lost my fear, and my pussy came alive, all at once! I never did really know what going off was until today! Ohhh, I have to have that beaty heaven again, and again, until I faint. I don't believe I'll ever get enough of Steve's big prick!
Steve patted her rounded ass and smiled with satisfaction. What a girl, what a passionate young filly! She can play all the crazy music she wants to if it will make her cunt churn and tighten like that. Fantastic! I never had it so good! I shot my hot wad up into her womb, and it damned near tore my nuts out. I don't think she even knew it. She was too carried away with her victory. And more power to her.
She was riding his prick with all her senses alert and ready. They had rested a while, she had gone to the bathroom and made herself dainty again, and now she was determined to give him all the womanly pleasures he deserved. The wonder of her awakening still possessed her, putting an extra vigor in her strokes.
All those years when she had bounced on Phil's prick, dreading every hunch, pretending to love it, giving him fucking because he wanted it that way, were over at last! If her husband had been more considerate, if he had lapped her pussy and let her suck his prick, maybe she would have been able to turn on and overcome her penis fear.
She hoped she would never have to sneak in the bathroom and play with her clitoris again. If she could continue to have those wild, deep- orgasms, perhaps she wouldn't need sex almost every day. Those spasms and convulsions of her cunt were so satisfying! They fed cravings as old as time, they made her feel completely and totally feminine.
She adored Steve for letting her be active, setting the pace for their lovemaking. He knew how important this was for her. She had succeeded once and he wanted her to make it again, and again!
His prick had just the right length and thickness to entirely fill her cunt. That wasn't everything, though. Her joy came from his attitude, his loving consideration. He wasn't just someone fastened to a cock and balls; he was everything she needed. They couldn't spend all their time in the bedroom.
"Am I doing it right for you, honey?" she panted, resting on a down-stroke, his big knob pushed to the very end of her vagina.
"You know you are, darling," he breathed. He was caressing her titties again, making her nipples sting and burn, molding her eager flesh into puffy hills. The record wasn't playing; she felt sure now that she wouldn't need any artificial stimulation. The sigh of the bed springs, when she hunched, was the best music of all.
She began stroking again; he raised his hips a bit higher.
It gets better and better and better! she thought airily, as she went around and around on his prick. I didn't dream screwing could ever be so delicious. I could do this all night!
"Your high yaller girl is havin' the time of her life, honey!" she whispered playfully.
"Don't say that unless you want to, Anna."
"I won't after this, honey," she murmured. And it did remind her too much of those bright, party mouthings at the swap parties. Her feelings went deeper than just sex for the fun of it; this was real and true and a wonder. That her pussy was awakened was enough for now. They had years and years to be frivolous; she had to be certain that she could repeat her voluptuous performance when the storm had finally broken in her loins.
Bounce, bounce, bounce. Another achy rest while her pussy fluttered delectably. The juicy, heated closeness, the swell of his prick, began to lift her toward that high zone of totality. The muscles and nerves in her pelvis that had never responded to a driving cock until today were stirring and quivering again.
Ohhhh-ohhhh! Almost.
She would wear bikinis and miniskirts and sexy blouses for him. She would cook for him and share things with him. He could play with her in the car, on the beach, on the back lawn or anywhere! He could slide his hand up under her dress any time; he could pat his pussy twenty times a day if he cared to! Because her cunt was his cunt, and his prick was her prick.
I'm starved for all those big, big orgasms I've been missing, she thought, hungrily. I know what it's like now, and I go crazy when I remember...
It was starting now. She stroked carefully a few more times, stretching her erotic tension to the very limit. His expression said she was doing it right; he was enjoying every slide and poke. She would do better as time went by; she had practiced often enough with her clitoris--but this was a different kind of sensual suspense. Her whole future dangled in the balance! She had to make it big, big, BIG again. She had to have this assurance that her first depth bomb hadn't been a fluke. And she couldn't carry a record-player around and have it going every time they wanted some sex!
Of course, if she did need it a few times, at first, he probably wouldn't care.
The heavenly now time was approaching! Sweet quiverings deep in her cunt, sugary fingers of anticipation, encouraged her. Slide, slide, bounce! He was going to come, she could feel the tensing and swelling of his shaft, his nuts were drawing up, his fingers gripped her titties, hard.
Ohhh, ohhh! I'm going to make out! I'm right on the edge!
OHHHH-NOW! Her nerves bunched, her breath caught...
A drum seemed to break in her pelvis. Boom! Wham! Bang! The intensity of her first beaty beats tore a jungle cry from her throat. Her strokes were no longer measured or playful; she went utterly crazy on his rigid prick. She slammed it with lusty pushes, the lights of the room dimmed, she was flying through a reddish cloud of total sex, her ass was flying, grinding while the quick, sweet convulsions of her cunt went on and on and ON!
Right at the summit of her churning, exploding thing, she felt his knob swell, heard his groan and then the man-honey gushed into her seething, spasming cunt. The erotic throbbing of his cock pulled still another burst of come-quivers from her depths. Her twat was boiling and churning with such savage intensity she felt that she was falling into a pit of pulsing lava. She hung on to his body, bleating her joy, while the roar of her victory hammered through her brain and her being, each heavenly tightening of her cunt-muscles feeding a naked hunger...
I did it; I did it! she thought dreamily. In fact, I did it TWICE! Ohhh, I can never thank him enough, but I'll try with every atom of my being.
Now, as his big length of meat lost its stiffness, as she felt their hot juices leaking from her cunt, her eyes filled with tears. She hugged him with all her strength. He had swept all the fear and nastiness out of her being, she was his, totally his, in every sexy way, in every other way. It was just too much.
