Swapping is as old a sexual practice as adultery. The motives are similar, and the difference is solely that all parties consent to the sexual transgression. Yet, in America and elsewhere, swapping of bedmates is considered highly immoral.
In this book, the author attempts to examine the issues rather than pass judgment on them. For instance, it readily becomes apparent that swapping isn't a magical word to cure the world's sexual hangups. Swapping bedmates can create problems even more overwhelming than the ones the swappers are trying to escape.
As Sigmund Freud and other, more recent, psychiatric workers have pointed out, the primary human emotion other than hunger and survival is sex. Sex literally makes the world go round. A great deal of the leisure time activities of many people are sexually oriented and swapping might be compared to such activities as simply a more acute example of leisure time utilization.
Swapping becomes a complicated and titillating process which entails encounter and then the sophisticated probing, back and forth, of respective sexual levels. The final frenetic activity is like the end play in a deeply engrossing game which requires a lot of energy and concentration. Unfortunately, the game is dangerous. The pitfalls of swapping mates range from psychological to physical danger. The emotional fall out can be even more devastating.
In this book Curt Adrich graphically examines the problems and techniques of experienced swappers searching for new companions. He also looks at the other side: What happens to a young, newly married couple that is lured into swapping and find it an enjoyable experience? What happens when the wall of guilt is broken down? Is it possible to feel too free about sex?
Lured Into Swapping deals with all of these questions and, we hope, answers some of them.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Thank goodness for Saturdays! Susan thought as she sat up in bed and stretched voluptuously.
Her titties lifted and swelled, nearly bursting from the top of her flimsy nightgown. She brushed the blonde hair away from her face and glanced at the clock-radio on the bedside stand.
The time was nine-twenty. If this were a weekday, Susan would have been hard at work at the Acme Construction Company, typing letters and trying to avoid the groping hands of her middle-aged boss. But as it was, she could relax in bed and lazily listen to the water running while her husband took a leisurely shower.
She lay back. Since it was a warm summer morning, she didn't bother to draw the sheet up over her breasts. Those luscious mounds hardly spread at all as she reclined. The pale pink nipples showed through the gauzy blue nylon of her nightie.
Susan had considered the sheer nightgown sinful when Bill had given it to her for their two-month anniversary. But he had insisted that she wear it, and she had gotten so she enjoyed having it on, because of the way his eyes always lit up when he saw her in it.
The water stopped, and Susan felt a quickening of her heartbeat. Perhaps, since it was Saturday and neither she nor Bill had to go to work, he would come back to bed for a while. Though Susan still considered it somewhat indecent to enjoy sex, she couldn't deny the great pleasure that it gave her. There was nothing so wonderful as the feeling of Bill's firm, muscular body covering hers and the thrust of his....
Cock.
Susan dared to think the word, even though she would never use it.
The bathroom door opened and Bill ambled out, ruffling his damp hair with a towel. He was nude.
Susan's blue eyes widened and a blush came to her cheeks as she stared at his cock and balls.
"Bill!" she exclaimed. "For goodness sake, put some clothes on!" Then she remembered what she had been thinking earlier and quickly added, "Or at least wrap the towel around yourself."
He grinned at her. "What's the matter? Still not used to seeing a man with his pants off?"
"I don't think a man should go walking around with his pants off," Susan replied, struggling unsuccessfully to keep from looking at her husband's privates. "It isn't nice."
Nice was one of Susan's favorite words. It seemed to Bill that she used it in every other sentence.
"I forgot to take my shorts into the bathroom with me," he said. "Anyway, what's the difference? We're married."
Crossing to the chest of drawers, he had to pass the window which faced a row of trees at the back of the apartment complex. He and Susan both enjoyed the lush green view and the secluded location of their new suburban apartment. It was so much nicer, to use Susan's word, than the cramped little place where they had first lived after they were married, right in the central city with all the traffic noise and dirt and smog.
Bill stopped and faced the window, confident that there was no one to see his exposure because of the trees and a steep rise of earth beyond. He glanced down into the small fenced patio of the ground-floor apartment, just beneath his. He tensed.
Stretched out on a blanket in the patio was Liz Martino, his downstairs neighbor, and she didn't have a stitch on. Bill stared at the triangle of thick black hair which adorned the base of her soft, sensuous belly. He drank in the loveliness of her magnificent tits. They were among the biggest boobs he had ever seen, beating his wife's fine 38's by several inches.
Bill's cock stiffened and stood up.
With his back turned toward Susan, she wasn't aware of the change that had come over him. Nor was she aware of what he was looking at. She was mildly vexed by his lack of interest in her, but to say anything about that would have seemed too forward.
Liz's eyes were concealed by large dark glasses as she basked in the morning sun. Suddenly she turned over, presenting her beautifully contoured bottom to the sun's warm kiss.
Bill's big, fat hard-on throbbed.
Finally he thought of his wife, first in the context of what she must be thinking of him, standing there gazing out the window as he was, then in a more intimate and purposeful way: he needed a cure for his horny condition, and Susan's warm little pussy was just a few steps away.
He turned toward her.
"Oh, my goodness!" Susan exclaimed when she saw his prick sticking up.
Bill grinned a bit bashfully. "Thought I'd surprise you," he said.
"But how...?"
"I guess I get turned on by trees." He felt he couldn't admit that it was their beautiful downstairs neighbor who was responsible for his condition.
He approached the bed, his erection waggling. His balls hung blatantly exposed, surrounded by wispy brown hair. Staring at his exposure, Susan became aroused.
Bill took hold of the sheet which partially covered his young wife and stripped it to the foot of the bed. Susan's creamy thighs were revealed below the lacy edge of her nightgown. Her blonde, wedge-shaped pelt showed through the sheer cloth, as did her belly button and breasts.
Bill got down on the bed beside her.
"Let's pull the sheet up," she said as he slid an arm underneath her.
"To hell with the sheet! What's wrong with my looking at you while we fuck?"
Fuck! Bill had actually said fuck! That was the first time he had used the vulgar word in her presence, and Susan felt offended. But aroused as she was, she let the offense pass. Anyway, she was more concerned about his wanting to have sex without a cover on, so that he could see what she looked like between her legs and everything!
"Please let's get covered up!" she begged. "This isn't nice!"
"No!" Bill protested, and jerked the sheet from her hand as she began pulling it up. He tossed it over the foot of the bed, out of reach.
If Liz Martino could sunbathe in the nude where the upstairs neighbors could get a look at her, he guessed that his own wife could have sex with him without being covered.
Susan felt embarrassed as he began caressing her body. He was staring at her breasts, watching them wobble and quiver as he rubbed his hand across the front of her sheer nightie. Her nipples pricked up against the gossamer cloth.
Bill stroked his hand lower, across her nearly flat belly, ruffling her pubic hairs through her nightgown. He watched as he stroked her bare thighs, then began pushing her nightie up.
Embarrassed though she was, Susan couldn't help being thrilled. Whenever Bill touched her as he was doing then, every nerve-end in her skin seemed to stand at attention and tingle.
He uncovered her lovely cunt.
He couldn't see much of her cunt, to be precise, because she held her legs together. But he had a fine view of the delicate golden hairs that topped it, and he could see the beginning of her vaginal slit.
Always up to that moment Bill had respected her modesty, though he had yearned to admire her total beauty. But after being confronted by the Martino woman's blatant exposure, he no longer saw any sense in denying himself a full view of Susan. After all, she was his wife.
He grasped her shapely thighs and forcefully moved them apart. Susan was dismayed, but her excitement prevented her from resisting.
Bill slid between her spread thighs and knelt there, his handsome prick standing at attention. He gazed delightedly at the beige, hair-sprinkled outer lips of Susan's slit, and at the narrow strip of pinkness visible between the hairy labia. As she looked up at him, tense with excitement and not knowing what to say, he grasped her thighs from underneath and bent them back, spreading them wider apart at the same time. Her luscious young pussy puckered, opening at the center. Its smooth inner folds gleamed with the moisture she was already exuding.
"God, but you're beautiful!" Bill exclaimed.
"Do you really think so?" Susan asked, because she had never thought of herself as beautiful between the legs.
"You'd better believe it!"
An urgency gripped Bill, and he fell forward onto his elbows, letting his bride's legs relax. He drew her lacy nightgown off her shoulders, baring her tits, which were the only intimate parts of her that she had let him admire in the nude before.
They were the most beautiful titties he had ever seen, even including those of the actresses in R-rated films and the dancers in the strip shows he had sometimes attended.
Though not as large as Liz Martino's mountains, they had better shape. Susan's breasts were lusciously firm even when she lay on her back and her baby-pink nipples stuck rigidly up surrounded by neat pebbly aureoles of a perfectly matching hue. No veins showed through the creamy flesh of her breasts. All in all, her tits were mouth-watering perfection.
Bill bowed his head and began to lick his bride's nipples.
Sweet thrills radiated through Susan's breasts and spread to all parts of her body. She sighed passionately and tousled her husband's damp brown hair. His prick seemed to burn her belly as it stood sandwiched between them.
She wanted that prick no less intensely than he wanted to give it to her, and his urgency was so great that he could spend little time licking and sucking her titties.
He adjusted his position so that the tip of his penis was at the portal of Susan's moist cunt. Then he pushed, and his hot rod slid all the way up inside her.
"Oooooh!" she passionately exclaimed.
"Feel good?" he teased, breathing hotly against her ear.
"Yesss!"
"Want me to stroke it?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Tell me."
"Ooh, Bill! That isn't nice!"
Bill brushed off her complaint, demanding, "Tell me what you want me to do."
That was something else about them-they had never talked during sex. Susan had always seemed reticent about verbalizing any sexual references, and in that connection also Bill had respected her wishes. Until then. Suddenly he had an overpowering need to hear her beg to be fucked.
"Move it!" was all Susan said, writhing as she felt his big cock sticking up inside her.
"Move what?" Bill demanded. It was difficult for him to keep from stroking, but he needed this additional concession from his bride.
Susan was distraught. "Move your ... oh, you know!"
"Say it, baby," Bill purred, and licked her ear.
"Your...."
Bill grasped a titty and squeezed it, rubbing his thumb roughly across the rigid nipple.
"Your cock!" Susan exclaimed. "Move your cock!"
Bill pushed himself up on his arms and began to stroke vigorously in and out of his bride's slippery, clasping cunt.
"Oooooh!" she moaned in rapture.
Her hips went into motion, matching her husband's strokes. Her titties shook springily up and down, and the sight of them vibrating that way in bright daylight stimulated Bill to thrust his rod into her even harder. The friction was magnificent for them both, as her narrow chamber sought to cling to his stroking piston though her slickness let him slide smoothly. Each sensuous motion heightened their excitement until they were clutching each other as he lay fully atop her, driving his bare hips for all they were worth. His rod pounded into Susan, thrilling her beyond words.
She felt herself starting to come, and as the blissful warmth spread through her she let out a cry of ecstasy. Bill kept fucking, pumping his prick ever faster into her tight, warm sheath.
Finally she shook from head to toes at the height of orgasm, and he let go, jerking and spurting his warm cream inside her.
"Oooh ... oooh ... oooooh!" Susan panted.
She was clutching Bill so hard that her nails threatened to draw blood from his back. Her ass was up off the mattress, clenched and quivering as he throbbed spastically within her, shooting his seminal bullets to the innermost core of her being.
Ecstasy dissolved into wondrous relaxation. Bill lapsed heavily atop his bride, and she sank into the soft mattress. She cooed and kissed him about the neck. He caught her dainty earlobe in his mouth and sucked it.
"Ooh, baby, that was the greatest!" he said.
"Yes, it certainly was!" she agreed, still breathing hard.
Bill was thinking about what had made this particular session so good, and he knew that he had his downstairs neighbor to thank for it, at least in part. Seeing her sunbathing nude on her patio had given him a special stimulation.
I wonder what it would be like to get into HER, Bill speculated.
It was the first time since he and Susan were married that he had given the slightest thought to making out with another woman.
CHAPTER TWO
Susan was just pulling on a pair of panties when the door chimes rang.
Now who could that be? she wondered.
As she hurried to the closet to get a dress, her erect titties jiggled.
No time for a bra, she decided as she pulled a summery frock off a hanger.
The chimes sounded again as she stepped into the dress and drew it up. She zipped the front as she hurried through the living room to the front door. She pushed her long, golden hair away from her face and drew the door open.
"Hi!" Liz Martino said cheerily. The voluptuous brunette was decked out in red candy striped pants and a low cut, clingy white top. She wore hoop earrings.
"Hello," Susan smiled, a bit flustered because she felt disheveled. "Uh ... come in."
"Sure you have time to chat? I mean, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Liz's dark eyes swept the living room as she entered.
"You're not interrupting a thing. I was-well, I just took a shower, and you caught me without any clothes on, so I had to pull on this dress real fast. I must look a mess."
"On the contrary, you look charming." Liz made a wide circle in the living room, her lush hips undulating with a fluidity that seemed cat-like. She acted vaguely as if she were looking for someone else.
"Bill had to take the car out to get it serviced-an oil change or something," Susan said.
"Great! That'll give us a chance to talk girl-to-girl." Liz looked at her and smiled as if the opportunity were something special.
"Uh, would you like some coffee?"
"No, thanks. It's a little too warm for that. But a beer would go good, if you have it."
"Coming right up," Susan replied, and headed for the kitchen.
Liz followed along.
"I suppose I should have turned on the air conditioner," Susan said as she opened her refrigerator. "But I haven't gotten used to using it yet. In our old apartment, we didn't have one."
She took out two beers, opened one, and handed it to Liz. "Just a minute and I'll get you a glass."
"Never mind," Liz said, lifting the can of beer to her cherry-red lips. "I think it always tastes better this way."
Susan had never drunk a beer directly from the can before, but as long as Liz was doing it she decided to do the same. "Sit down," she said, indicating the chairs at the kitchen table.
Liz sat across from her. "Shit, that tastes good!" she said as she lowered the beer from her lips.
Susan was mildly shocked to hear a woman use such a coarse expletive, though this wasn't the first time. She forced a smile.
"Well, what are you doing with yourself today?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm all alone, as usual on Saturday mornings. My husband has to have his silly golf game."
"That's something Bill never got interested in."
"Just give him time. He's young yet. Golf doesn't hit them until they get to be about thirty." A foxy smile twisted Liz's lips. "But there's something else that happens when they get around thirty, and that more than makes up for it: They get to be very good fuckers."
Susan could have fallen off her chair.
"Oh, did I shock you?" Liz asked, noting the younger woman's disconcerted expression. She laughed throatily. "Pardon me for being blunt, but Paul and I always talk that way."
"It's ... it's all right," Susan said, her cheeks having taken on a pinkness.
"What I meant was, when a man gets to be thirty, he has more staying power. Shit, he can screw for half an hour! Last night Paul made me come five times."
"Five...?" Susan was speechless.
Liz sipped some more beer.
"And they don't lose anything as they get older," she said as she lowered the can. "At least, Paul hasn't yet. His prick is just as hard as it ever was."
Susan was getting hot between the legs. This overcame her disapproval of the other woman's vulgar language.
"Tell me," Liz went on, "I'll bet that guy of yours is lots of fun in the sack. He has a lively twinkle in his eyes."
"Well ... yes...." Susan fumbled, blushing stronger. "We, uh, do pretty well."
What's the matter with me, she thought, discussing such intimate things with someone I hardly know?
The front door of the apartment opened, and Bill walked in. "Anybody home?" he called.
"In here!" Susan called. "Liz dropped by for a visit."
"Hey, no kidding!"
The young man beamed as he appeared in the kitchen doorway.
"Susan and I were just talking about you," Liz said mischievously. "She was telling me how great you are in bed."
Bill's mouth dropped open.
Susan was aghast. "I never ... that is...."
"Don't deny you told me that you and Bill make out pretty good," Liz said.
"Well yes, but...." Susan was so embarrassed, she wanted to sink through the floor.
"Honey!" Bill said, surprised but apparently not displeased. "You told Liz that?"
"Oh, for goodness sake!" Susan said, blushing fiercely, and she jumped to her feet. "Have a beer and shut up!"
She hurried to the refrigerator.
Bill turned his attention to Liz. Standing over her, as he was, he could look right down into the valley between her breasts. What mammoth boobs! Bill estimated that his hands couldn't begin to go around them.
"Say, listen-I've got a great idea!" Liz spoke up. "Why don't you two come down to our place after dinner tonight? We could have a few drinks and get better acquainted. Paul has been dying to get to know you better. Most of the tenants around here are such clods."
"Hey, that sounds great!" Bill quickly replied.
Susan shot him a sharp look. He had been all too quick on the uptake, as far as she was concerned. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to get any closer to the Martinos, after hearing how Liz talked about sex.
"Then it's settled," Liz said. She finished her beer and stood up, her big boobs jiggling.
It was clear to Bill that she wore no bra. "We'll expect you about nine or so."
She-turned to walk through the living room, and Bill watched her lush buttocks wiggle-wobble. Through her thin, clingy pants, he could make out the lines of her bikini under briefs.
His penis stirred in response, taking on length and fullness.
"It was nice of you to stop in," Susan said, though her tone lacked enthusiasm.
Liz didn't seem to pick up the tone as she turned at the door, all smiles for Bill. "See you at nine," she purred.
"You bet!" he said, and helped let her out.
After closing the door, he turned to face Susan. She was looking daggers at him.
"Oh-oh," he said. "Am I in the dog house?"
"I don't care to discuss it," Susan sniffed, and turned toward the bedroom.
Bill followed her. "Well, I wasn't the one who talked to her about our sex life."
"Neither did I!" Susan exclaimed. "She was going on and on about her husband, and then out of a blue sky she asked how we got along in bed. Well, naturally I said all right, and that was the end of it."
Facing away from Bill, Susan unzipped the front of her dress. Resentful over the enthusiastic way he had responded to Liz's invitation, she didn't consider that she might stimulate him as she let her dress down.
He stared at her pert, shapely bottom in pink nylon pants.
"Hey, baby-wow!" he said, moving up behind her. His gaze had swept past her to pick up the reflection of her titties in the dresser mirror. "Since when did you start going around without a bra?"
"I always wear a bra, and you know it," she said, twisting away from his grappling hands. She walked to the dresser, her tits jigjig-jiggling. "I just happened to be dressing when Liz rang the door chimes, and I didn't have time to put one on."
She snatched open a bureau drawer and pulled a bra out.
"Well, let's not bother with it now, hm?" Bill murmured as he pressed himself against her back and began fondling her breasts.
Susan felt his cock harden in the lightly clad crack of her buttocks.
"Ooh, no!" she exclaimed, and twisted about. "We're not going to do that! Not after you got all turned on by that cheap brunette!"
"She didn't turn me on," Bill lied. But then he spoke the truth by adding, "You did, strutting around in those little silk pants with your titties all bare."
"Bill! Where did you learn to talk like that?"
"Like what?" he asked innocently, his hands holding her at the waist.
"Titties!" she said, as if the word were vile.
"Hell, every guy calls them titties ... or tits."
"I've never heard any guy say that."
"Then how did you know what the word meant?"
"Well, I've heard it, of course." She was coloring. "But no guy ever used it with me before."
"I guess since I'm your husband I can use any word with you I like," he" said amiably. "How about a kiss?"
"No!"
This was the first time Susan had ever refused him, and he didn't like it. Anger flashed in his eyes.
"Listen here, young lady," he said. "We'd better get something settled before we go any further. I wear the pants in this family, and you do what I say. That Women's Lib crap is for the birds as far as I'm concerned."
"Oh, yes?" Susan bristled. "Well, I figure I've got as many rights as you have. And Women's Lib isn't so bad. It's time someone spoke up for the women of this world."
A grin broke through Bill's frown. "Just what the hell are we fighting about?"
"I'm not sure," Susan admitted. "But I don't like your attitude. Now leave me alone so I can get dressed."
"I don't want you to get dressed now," Bill said, looking down at her stiff-nippled boobs. "I want to...."
His hands finished the sentence as they surrounded her thrusting breasts. He squeezed the springy mounds.
"Damn you!" Susan said, and pulled violently away from him.
He could tell that she really was angry, and this sparked new anger within him, stronger than before. As she started to walk past him, carrying her brassiere, he threw himself at her, sending her toppling onto the bed. He landed astride her on the mattress.
Susan rolled over and tried to scramble out from under him. She partially succeed, and he stared at her beautiful little ass with her panty elastics arching upward across the rubbery buttocks and some filmy pink fabric caught in the crack between.
He pushed her flat against the bed and sprang around to kneel beside her. He raised his right hand and brought it down stingingly across her pert, bouncy bottom.
"Ow!" Susan exclaimed. "That hurt!"
Bill spanked her again and found that he enjoyed it. Not the administration of pain, which wasn't all that intense because he hadn't hit her hard, but he enjoyed the feel of her springy butt-cheeks against his hand as he slapped them. He liked the way they compressed, then quivered as he lifted his hand. Susan's panties, which sheathed the provocative mounds, made them all the more exciting to his touch-and to look at, as well, with her ass-crack showing faintly through the pink nylon.
He spanked her lusciously curved buttocks again. She yelped.
"Are you going to quit sassing me?" he demanded, hesitating as he watched her bottom quiver.
"Go to hell!" Susan said, not sure how she had found the nerve to speak so bluntly.
Bill spanked her some more.
"I'm going to ... keep on giving it ... to you," he said, breathing hard as he brought his hand down rhythmically against her bottom, "until you ... admit I'm the ... boss!"
"Ooooooh!" Susan cried.
Bill kept spanking her.
She started to sob. "All right ... all right ... you're the boss."
He stopped spanking and suddenly he realized that his cock was trying to thrust its way through his pants. He twisted his young wife over, so that she lay on her back.
"Ooh Jesus, baby, I'm sorry," he murmured contritely, and began kissing her all about the face and neck.
Susan clutched him. She felt very hot.
"Do it to me!" she demanded, her voice grating passionately at his ear. "Stick it in me now!"
Bill was overjoyed, having feared that she would be angrier than ever with him.
He pushed himself up on his arms and stared at her pretty, tear-streaked face. "You mean, you really want it?"
"Yessss!" Susan hissed, and grasped the protruding front of his pants.
She had never been so forward before.
Thrilled by this new turn of events, Bill hesitated and let his bride unzip his trousers. She reached into his fly and grasped his hot cock.
"Oh, baby!" he exclaimed as she pulled his prick out.
Susan held the bulging rosy knob at the end of his shaft and wiggled the organ about, as if she were testing a stick-shift for neutral. Then, staring at what she was doing, she let her encircling fingers glide down the shaft. Bill's glans bulged even larger as she tightened her grip on his stalk, trapping blood in the expanded tissues.
This was the first close look she had taken at her husband's cock, and it fascinated her. How big it was, and how fierce looking! And it was so strong! Susan wanted it, and she had to have it at that very moment.
Letting go of Bill's thick pole with a snap, so that it quivered, she skinned her panties down. He gazed at her golden bush and at the delicate lips between her thighs which became visible as she bicycled her legs, taking her panties off.
He quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed down his trousers, together with his shorts. His cock pulled in through the fly of his boxer-style undergarment, then popped out, bobbing springily above the descending waistband.
"Hurry!" Susan begged, eyeing the instrument which was about to bring her pleasure.
With his pants and underwear twisted about his knees, and his shirt-tails dangling at either side of his protruding manhood, Bill mounted his pretty wife. He grasped his cock and tilted it down so that the spongy head rubbed along her soft slit.
"Stick it innn!" she demanded.
Bill pushed, and his prick bulled its way between the slippery petals of her cunt, entering her channel and filling her with throbbing man-meat. Deeper and deeper he pushed his cock into his pretty wife until she had it all and his balls were lying against her asshole.
"Ooh, that's so good!" Susan said. "I just love it!"
"Do you, baby?" Bill was happy.
"Yes, your cock is the greatest!"
That was Susan's second use of the four-letter vulgarism, and, unlike the first time, she hadn't been coaxed. She had used the word on her own. It gave her a warm, pleasurable sensation.
But a far greater pleasure came from the cock itself, which projected way up inside her, deliciously expanding her cuntal tissues and pressing against the hard, hot tip of her clit.
Propped on his arms, looking down adoringly at his wife's sweet face, Bill began to fuck her. His strokes were long and steady, reaching to the very pit of her sexual cavern, stimulating every nerve-end in her vaginal walls. His hard shaft stropped her clitty, sending delightful sensations to her fevered brain. The big head of his organ ripplingly traversed the entire length of her passage.
Susan writhed and moaned, enjoying her wonderful possession of his big, hard prick. She felt his balls plopping and dragging against her anus. She alternately wiggled her buttocks against the mattress and lifted them, then let them settle back again.
Bill watched her features contort in passion as he drove his cock into her. He watched her titties shake with each jarring plunge.
Suddenly he was overwhelmed by a need to screw her hard and fast. He wrapped his arms around her, settling against her breasts, and he let his hips go like a pneumatic drill.
"AAH!" Susan panted. "Ooooh! GIVE it to me! WOWWWW!"
She fucked back with an intensity which equaled Bill's. Their hips pounded together. Her buttocks beat against the mattress.
"Oooh ... OOOOOOH!" Susan cried, and it was over.
She was climaxing with the force of colliding comets, and Bill was spurting inside her.
Wonderful as it was, Susan caught herself wishing that it had lasted longer. She recalled what Liz had said about her husband, that he could do it for half an hour and bring her to climax after climax.
I must be getting greedy, Susan thought, and rebuked herself. Bill is all I will ever need. He's my man, and I love him!
She tightened her arms about him, and they kissed moistly on the mouth.
Still she thought, Half an hour ... half an hour, and she recalled Liz's exact words:
"Last night Paul made me come five times."
Five times, Susan thought. Wow, that would leave me limp!
She was reluctant to release Bill as he pulled away, withdrawing his soft penis from her wet little hole. She sighed.
"I love you, baby," he said, smiling fondly at her.
"I love you, too," she replied, and meant it. But as he stood up, she thought, Five times ... five times ... oh, wow!
CHAPTER THREE
Paul had a kind of magnetism which her husband didn't possess, Susan was forced to admit to herself as she sat opposite him in the Martinos' apartment that evening. They were sipping drinks and chatting.
Paul was mature and very sure of himself, in the quiet way that women liked. Also, he was handsome. But so was Bill. However, they were totally different types. Whereas Bill was boyish and of average size, Paul was husky with lots of black hair and craggy features. He moved more slowly, but with a cat-like ease. Susan had caught herself watching him as he walked, noting particularly the way his compact buttocks seemed to clinch and how his thigh muscles rippled in his thin, snug pants. She also watched the provocative bulge of his sexual equipment, which his trousers rather blatantly displayed.
Bill was paying no less attention to Liz, and this bugged Susan mildly. The exotic brunette, who was in her middle twenties-at least five years older than Susan-wore a shockingly low cut dress which displayed the hobbling of her large and obviously braless boobs. The red sheath ended a couple of inches above her knees, and her shapely legs were sheathed in ultra sheer, dark nylon.
Susan felt like a schoolgirl in comparison, in her modest little blue, crepe-textured knit. Nevertheless Paul kept watching her admiringly. His dark eyes glowed, and they made her feel very warm.
"Say, how would you like to see some movies?" Liz suddenly suggested. "Paul picked up a couple of reels that are pretty wild."
"Wild?" Susan echoed. She didn't know what that meant.
"Yeah ... well, they're far-out, but they're done very well." Liz was looking at Bill as she spoke. "You know, most films of this kind are just raunchy, without any class. But these are sort of special."
"They sound interesting," Bill said, and gulped the rest of the drink from his glass. It was his second.
"What kind of films are they?" Susan asked.
Paul spoke up, "Why don't we just run them, and you can see for yourself." He rose. "Honey," he said to Liz, "how about getting our guests some fresh drinks while I set up the projector and screen?"
"No more for me, thanks," Susan told Liz as the latter reached for her glass. Susan was mid-way through her second, and her head was already feeling light.
"Just let me freshen it a bit," Liz replied, and took the glass from her hand. She turned to Bill and bent further forward to take his glass.
He eyed the large, creamy orbs that wobbled inside her dress-top.
II I could just get my hands on them once! he thought.
He watched Liz's bottom undulate as she walked to the bar. He jumped up and followed.
"Here, let me lend you a hand," he said.
Susan frowned at him. But then her attention was diverted by Paul moving about, setting up the motion picture equipment. She was curious about the films he was going to show. She thought that the only movies people showed in their homes were of their family and vacation trips, but these were obviously of a different sort.
"All set!" Paul announced. "Now, we're going to have to change our seating arrangement a little so we'll all have a good view of the screen. Susan, why don't you sit over here?"
She rose, and he guided her to a chair next to the projector. His hand on her waist sent little tingles through her, and she was surprised by her response.
"Liz and Bill," he said as they returned from the bar, carrying fresh drinks, "you two can have the loveseat."
Why Liz and Bill together? Susan wondered, momentarily perturbed. Then she told herself, What's the difference? It doesn't mean anything.
The drinks were handed out, and everyone took their places. Paul turned off the lights.
The projector whirred into motion, and the screen lit up. Enough light was reflected to cast a faint glow over the audience. Bill felt a quickening of his pulse as he sat next to Liz on the short sofa. His excitement was also inspired by a suspicion of what the films would be like.
An image flashed onto the screen. It was in color and showed four young persons in a smartly furnished living room, not unlike the one where the Martinos and Townleys sat. The girls were very pretty, one blonde and one brunette-again like the real situation. The men, however, were different from Paul and Bill. One male in the movie was Nordic, with light blond hair, and the other was rather nondescript and slim. All four actors were dressed casually, though the girls wore skirts instead of pants.
They seemed to be just walking about and chatting, as if they were at a party. They were sipping drinks. There was, of course, no sound.
Gradually the blonde girl and the skinny guy gravitated together as did the Nordic fellow and the brunette girl. They kissed. Then they began to clinch with passion, and the men's hands started to roam.
Susan stared at the screen in. shock as the men caressed the girls' buttocks. The Nordic type began lifting his girl's skirt at the back.
It's a dirty film! Susan thought. They (meaning the Martinos) are showing us (meaning herself and Bill) a pornographic movie!
She glanced quickly at her husband. He was staring straight at the screen with a look of pleased expectation. Liz was snuggled close beside him, also looking toward the front.
Susan glanced at Paul. He was watching her, and he smiled.
"Just take it easy now," he advised softly, noting her look of dismay. "Give it a chance. It's not going to be so awful."
When Susan glanced back at the screen, she saw that it was already awful-at least according to her scale of values. The husky blond man on the screen was holding his girl's skirt up around her waist as they hugged, and one of his hands was stroking her panty-clad bottom. The other man and girl had sunk into a chair, and he was stroking her between the legs while they kissed. His hand moved up her front and undid her blouse. Taking out a bare breast, he proceeded to suck it.
Susan was offended.
How dare the Martinos, she inwardly fumed, invite her and Bill to their apartment and show them dirty pictures?!
She wanted to jump up and walk out. But she couldn't go without Bill, and he showed no desire whatever of leaving. He was gulping at his drink as he watched the flickering screen. Susan saw him glance at Liz, and they exchanged laughing comments.
By that time the people on the screen were getting down to basics. Both girls were nude, except for panties, and the men were taking their clothes off. The blonde girl helped her guy with his, kneeling in front of him to draw down his trousers. As the pants left his hips, his bare prick flipped out. The organ was monstrous, even though it wasn't yet perfectly stiff.
Susan stared at the long salami which hung forward, toward the kneeling girl's face. Then Susan was aghast when the actress stuck out her pink tongue and began to lick the man's organ. Steadying the stalk with her hand, she was actually licking the head of that prick!
Susan had never seen such a thing before. She had scarcely even thought about anything so filthy. She tensed on her chair, her pink lips parting as she stared fixedly at the screen, and she watched the kneeling girl's gliding tongue bring the man's impossibly long cock to full erection. Then the actress took the guy's prick into her mouth and began to suck it.
"She really digs it-can't you tell?" Liz whispered to Bill. "She's not just going through the motions, like some broads in these films do."
"I don't know about her," Bill replied, his cock hard, "but I'll bet the guy digs it!"
"Obviously," Liz purred. "Look at how stiff his prick is."
Bill shot a quick glance at her, and she smiled. His gaze swept down across her round, thrusting breasts to her crossed legs. Her skirt had pulled well back, and the flickering light from the movie screen revealed white flesh at her thighs, above gartered stockings.
Paul was staring at Susan. He found her reaction to the movie more exciting than the action on the screen. She obviously was shocked by what she was seeing, but fascinated as well.
I'll bet she's imagining that guy's pecker in HER mouth, he thought as the actress continued to suck the actor's cock. I'll bet she can just taste it.
Paul had to shift positions on his chair to allow more room for his prick to grow down his pantsleg.
Susan was nearly beside herself. She didn't want to look at the awful movie, but she couldn't pull her eyes away. Something strange was happening to her body, and she couldn't blame it all on the liquor she had drunk. Her nerves were tingling, and she felt very antsy. When she detected moisture on the lips of her pussy, she had to admit that the dirty film had turned her on.
The scene shifted to the blond actor and his brunette girl friend. He positioned her on a sofa on her hands arid knees and knelt behind her. She lowered her shoulders, pressing her breasts against the cushion, and the camera dollied in to show his stiff prick-which wasn't too large, considering his overall size, but was extremely erect-as it parted the lips of her cunt and sank into the wet, squishy hole. The entire screen was occupied by that cock stroking in and out of the girl's upturned snatch.
Abruptly the scene shifted back to the other couple. The long-pricked male was reclining on the carpet, his sexual wand swaying like a tall palm tree in a gale. His girl friend swung astride him and sat down on his cock, taking the whole big thing inside her.
The camera switched back and forth from one fucking couple to the other, and Susan watched it all. She had become very hot. Her exuding cunt had sopped the crotch-strip of her panties. Her thighs were crawly and seemed to want to spring open.
So fascinated was she by the film that she had forgotten to keep tabs on her husband and Liz. Anyway, from her point of vantage she couldn't have seen the brunette's hand snake over and lift Bill's hand from his thigh. She placed his hand on her stocking-clad knee.
The young man looked at her quickly, and her eyes were smoldering like live coals. He thrilled as he slid his hand up her sleek stocking. He crossed the tip of her gartered nylon and settled on warm, smooth flesh.
Liz placed her hand in his lap. A wild tremor went through him as she caressed his stiff cock through the stretched fabric of his trousers.
His feelings were so inflamed that he didn't weigh what was happening to figure out what it meant. The very fact that it was happening was all his fevered brain could handle. He didn't think about his young wife and Paul.
The older man had pulled his chair closer to Susan's.
"They're really getting it on, aren't they?" he said, referring to the lovers on the screen.
"Ooh my, yes!" Susan exclaimed without thinking. Staring at the screen, she picked up her drink and took a hefty swig.
Paul wanted to reach out and caress her, but he was cautious.
Better let my hot-assed wife start making out with Bill first, he thought. Then little Suzie will fall in my lap like a ripe plum!
Bill's hand was feeling its way up the inside of Liz's thigh. She was so warm and silken there! Accommodatingly she let her legs glide apart. Bill felt higher.
His fingertips encountered hair-silky, thick hair.
Oh Christ! he thought. She doesn't have any pants on!
His brain reeled giddily-and tightness gathered in his throat as he felt Liz's plushy cunt, his fingertips tracing her slit. The ultra-soft fissure was moist. He parted her petals with a finger.
"Stick it up in me!" she breathed at his ear.
As Bill delightedly slithered his middle finger up her tight, hot cunt, she pulled down the zipper on his fly. Her slim hand snaked into his pants. She tickled his long, throbbing prick.
They were both staring at the movie screen, where the couples had swapped partners. The brunette girl was now sucking the horse-hung young man while the blonde mouthed the Nordic fellow's cock.
"The bedroom's just a few steps away," Liz whispered to Bill.
An alarm went off in his brain. He pulled his wet finger from Liz's cunt and grasped her wrist, hauling her hand out of his pants. She looked at him in surprise.
"Susan and I have to leave," he said hoarsely, and struggled to zip himself up.
Liz grasped his arm. "Don't be a fool!" she whispered. "Susan can have her fun, too."
"The hell with that!" Bill said.
He lurched to his feet and nearly stumbled under the combined effects of passion and booze. Groping his way through the flickering dimness, he found Susan. Paul stared at him in amazement as he jerked his wife to her feet.
"We're getting out of here," he said. "Yes! Ooh, yes!"
Susan gratefully went with him. Neither said a word to the stunned Martinos as they hurried to the door. They heard Liz exclaim, "Shit!" as they let themselves out of the apartment.
Bill and Susan didn't say anything to each other as they walked quickly to the stairs leading up to their own place. Susan's thighs scissored damply, a guilty reminder that she had enjoyed the dirty film. Bill's cock remained half-hard. They all but ran up the stairs, and Bill fumbled with his key at their lock.
"Wasn't it awful?" Susan said, her voice husky.
"Terrible!" said Bill.
They entered their darkened apartment.
Susan immediately threw herself into her husband's arms, plastering her mouth to his. Their tongues stroked hotly. She writhed against him, bringing his cock to full erection.
"Right here!" she exclaimed as she pulled her mouth free. "On the floor, the way those people in the film were doing it!"
"Oh, yes!"
Bill sank to the floor with his bride.
It was too dark in the apartment for them to see each other. But they didn't need to see. At that point, touching was enough.
Susan unzipped her husband's pants and pulled his cock out. She was drunk on whiskey and lust, neither of which were familiar to her, and her mind flamed with images from the dirty motion picture:
One image in particular-the blonde girl sucking the slim young man's prick.
Not thinking of what she was doing, only responding to a wildness that gripped her, Susan quickly bowed her head, her long hair tumbling over her husband's thighs and middle. Her hot mouth encompassed the head of his prick, and she sucked crazily.
Bill thrilled as never before in his life. This was his first experience with fellatio, and the feel of Susan's wet, warm mouth around the sensitive, throbbing knob of his penis, coming as it had without an iota of warning, drove him wild with delight.
"Baby!" he husked. "Ooh, my God!"
He clenched his buttocks and thrust his cock upward. Susan was pumping her mouth up and down on his prick, as she had watched the girl in the movie do. She was sucking like mad.
The raunchy man-taste of Bill washed over her tongue. His musky aroma filled her nostrils. Her brain reeled. The feeling of his thick, hard rod gliding slickly between her lips and his flat glans filling her mouth were like nothing she had ever experienced in her life.
She didn't know whether she liked it or not. She just knew she had to do it.
Then as abruptly as she had started, she stopped and released her husband's prick. She flopped onto her back.
"Now FUCK me!" she demanded.
"Shit!" Bill exclaimed passionately. "Will I!"
He was all over her, pulling her dress up and ripping down her panties. He didn't bother to lower his pants or to bare Susan above the waist.
He just drove his hot, hard prick into her, rejoiced in her happy squeal, and fucked her as fast and hard as he could. She climaxed, whooping. Her hips were going wild.
She felt herself reaching for a second climax just as her husband exploded, filling the pit of her cunny with his warm, thick cream. They vibrated and moaned together. Bill shook, twitching inside her again and again.
Finally he relaxed with a long, deep sigh, and he lay heavily against her. Susan's heart pounded.
My God, she thought dizzily, what did I do? Did I actually take his cock in my mouth? His dirty cock that he pisses through?
She sucked me, Bill was thinking. He was hardly able to believe it, but he knew it was true. Sated though he was, the thought continued to thrill him.
This wonderful occurrence seemed to have opened a new era in his relationship with Susan, and it overwhelmed the excitement he had experienced with Liz, all but driving the latter from his memory. He kissed his young wife gratefully.
"You're ... getting heavy," Susan murmured.
"Oh. Yeah. I'm sorry." Bill got unsteadily to his feet.
He helped his wife up.
She felt tottery. Her brain was like a feather.
"Let's ... go to bed," Bill said softly, and slipped his arm around her slim waist.
No! something cried inside Susan.
"You go ahead," she told her husband. "I think I want to stay up for a while."
"Why? It must be almost midnight."
"Just the same, I want to. I don't feel sleepy."
"Then I'll stay up, too."
"No, you go on."
"What's the matter, honey?" Bill murmured in the darkness, and tried to draw his wife close.
"Nothing," she said with a touch of irritation and pushed him away.
Bill was confused. But he decided not to press Susan with questions. Anyway, he was bushed. He was content to go to bed alone and think pleasantly about the great thrill his wife had given him and the similar thrills that surely lay in store.
"Good night, honey," he said, and kissed her on the lips.
She quickly drew back, and he felt his way to the bedroom alone. She stood in the dark and watched the bedroom light flick on. Then the door closed.
Susan sank into a chair.
She wasn't sure how she felt or even what she thought about all that had happened. Worse, she didn't know how she was going to handle it in the future.
Bill had become very excited when she had sucked his cock, and he undoubtedly would want more of the same. But she just couldn't do it, Susan told herself. It was so nasty! She fell asleep in the living room chair.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hey, baby!"
Susan blinked. "What?"
Bill was standing beside her in his pajama bottoms. "It's morning. Did you spend the whole night in that chair?"
"Oh. Yeah. I guess I did."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Oh, please don't bug me with questions!"
Susan got up and weaved a bit as she made her way to the bathroom. She wasn't drunk any more, but she still felt unsteady. Her head was throbbing dully, and her nerves were raw. What was more, she felt cramped from having slept sitting up.
She closed the door of the John and lifted her dress. She wore no panties, since Bill had pulled them off of her the night before, so she sat right down on the pot. Warm piss gushed from her and hissed into the water in the bowl.
Bill opened the door.
"Hey!" she exclaimed angrily, and jerked her dress down.
He laughed. "What's the matter? Embarrassed to have me watch you take a leak? You shouldn't be."
"Well, what do you want, for God's sake?" she asked sharply, still sitting on the pot.
"I thought we might shower together."
"Why?"
Bill's eyes twinkled. "It would be fun, don't you think? And that way we'll both know that the other one is good and clean."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, nothing. For God's sake, honey, what are you mad about?"
"I'm not mad. I just want to be left alone."
"Well, I don't want to leave you alone. How about that? Now get up and wipe your little pussy."
"Bill! What a thing to say!"
"What's wrong with-pussy? I think it's a cute word, don't you?"
"No. It isn't nice."
"There you go with that nice stuff again!"
"Bill, will you get out of here?"
"Unh-uh." He shook his head. "I told you-I want us to shower together."
As Susan stared stupidly from her perch on the toilet, Bill let down his pajama pants, exposing his cock and balls.
"It's time we got better acquainted with each other in all ways," he said. "We've been too prudish. Go ahead-wipe your ass."
Blushing with angry embarrassment, but realizing that she was trapped, Susan snatched some toilet tissue. She lifted her bottom a little ways off the toilet seat and quickly wiped herself. She let go of the paper, flushed the John, and stood, letting her skirt drop.
"You managed to do that so I didn't see a thing," Bill said. "How nice!"
Susan knew he was making fun of her, and she didn't appreciate it. In fact, she disliked him very much at that moment.
"Take your dress off," he said, "and let's jump in the shower."
"I'm not going to take a shower with you!" she said firmly.
"Why not? Husbands and wives do it all the time, I understand."
"Well, we don't!"
Bill began moving toward her. "Listen ... either you take off that dress, or I'll take it off you. I wouldn't want to rip it."
"Bill!" She was so angry and frustrated, she didn't know what to do.
Bill began to grapple with her, trying to open the fasteners on her dress.
"All right!" she suddenly exclaimed, and stopped struggling. "If you insist on showering with me, we'll do it. But it won't do you any good. We're not going to have any sex."
"Want to bet?" Bill responded with a grin.
Susan unfastened her dress, and Bill pulled it up. He released her brassiere and drew it away.
"Jesus, honey, I sure love your tits!" he said, cupping the pliant mounds with his strong hands.
Despite herself, Susan thrilled to his caress. She pushed his hands away.
When she looked down, she saw that his dick had lengthened out. The rosy head was nodding in midair, but the shaft hadn't stiffened fully.
She recalled having sucked his prick last night. How could I have done such a filthy thing? she wondered. Still, she couldn't keep from staring at her husband's cock.
He gave her a little push into the stall shower and turned on the spray. With the door closed, they crowded in the stall. Susan felt Bill's prick pushing against her.
He snatched up the soap and began to lather her body.
He derived a special thrill from sliding his soapy hands over her slippery tits and feeling the mounds bobble. He pulled at Susan's nipples, bringing them up hard. He stroked her sides and bottom, spreading soap between the slick, satiny cheeks.
By that time Bill's prick was standing straight out and upward. It kept poking Susan as he lathered her.
Though she hadn't wanted to respond passionately, the touch of his dick and his soapy caresses were getting to her. When he knelt outside of the shower spray and stroked his hands up and down her tapering thighs, gliding in between those lovely columns, she thrilled strongly.
Susan spread her legs apart to make it easier for her husband to cleanse the lips of her pussy. He ran his soapy fingers up into her little sex hole. Then he reached farther back through her crotch and tickled her puckery anus.
She stared down, with the water pelting over her, and admired the column of Bill's manhood which stood rigidly upright. She wanted to stroke that with her soapy hands.
When he stood, she said, "Here-give me the soap."
He was happy to comply.
He stood under the spray, with his cock sticking out and upward, and thrilled as his young wife began to lather his chest and belly. She quickly found her way to his prick, and it was one of the most delightful sensations he had ever experienced when she surrounded his bulb-ended shaft with her soapy hands and stroked up and down. The head of his cock swelled proudly, becoming very red.
He handled Susan's tits as she lathered him. She soaped his balls, as well. She reached around him and washed his buttocks, running her soapy fingers between them as he had done with hers.
Bill took the bar of soap from her hand, and they wriggled about, rinsing each other. His cupping hand forced water up into her pussy, and his penetrating fingers carefully washed the soap from inside the delightful crevice.
When they both were squeaky clean, he shut off the water.
"Ooh, Bill!" Susan passionately exclaimed, and pressed her wet body against his. His cock was sandwiched straight up between them.
"Let's hurry and get dry," he said.
He snatched a large, fluffy towel from a rack as they stepped from the shower stall. Wrapping the towel about his pretty bride, he rubbed her until she was glowing with warmth. He worked the towel between her legs, stimulating the lips of her pussy with its softly abrasive strokes. He rubbed her titties, making her stiff pink nipples tingle.
She took the towel eagerly when he handed it to her, and she immediately wrapped it around his thrusting cock. That thing was so wonderfully long and hard! Susan dried it thoroughly, then bobbled his hairy balls with the towel and forced the fabric farther back between his legs. She quickly finished by squatting to rub his calves and-thighs, then bringing the towel up around his chest and back.
He took the towel from her and ruffled his hair with it. His stiff cock waggled to and fro.
Susan couldn't take her eyes off the marvelous thing.
Bill dropped the towel and followed his bride into the bedroom. He watched her compact, rounded buttocks waggle as she walked. The dresser mirror threw back a delightful view of her jiggling tits.
Bill didn't have to ask her to go to bed with him. They lay down simultaneously, their arms encircling each other's clean, sweet-smelling bodies.
They kissed. Their tongues stroked. Bill caressed his wife's pert buttocks.
As she felt his hard cock standing up between them, she thought about what she knew he would like her to do with it. Having become very excited, she wasn't as firmly set against the shocking act as she had been earlier. Still, the idea seemed nasty.
Bill began kissing downward along her body, browsing over her wobbly tits and licking her sensitive nipples. This turned Susan on all the stronger. She moaned. Her bottom writhed against the bed.
Bill's kissing mouth moved to the area of her navel, and he licked into that crinkly little cup.
He thrilled Susan by moving even farther south.
"Ooh, I like that!" she heard herself say as he kissed into her blonde pubic fluff.
He turned his body gradually as he skipped to Susan's legs. She felt a pang of disappointment.
Why didn't HE kiss ME where I'd love it? she wondered.
He was licking her knees. Then he lifted one of her legs and began browsing along her inner calf. He stretched out, with his legs extended past Susan's face. Turning her fully onto her side so that she faced him, he slid onto his own side as he held her topmost leg up. He licked upward on her satiny thigh.
Susan was very hot by that time, and suddenly she saw her husband's waggling prick in front of her face. He was kissing high on her thigh, and his chin brushed her pussy. Then his mouth pressed her soft cunt for the very first time, and his tongue wiggled between the damp, slippery folds.
"Oooh!" Susan exclaimed as wild thrills coursed through her.
She grasped her husband's prick.
As he began to stroke his tongue across her firm, tingling clit, sending blast after blast of keen pleasure rocking through her, she pulled his prick to her mouth. Her head swirled as her warm lips encompassed his bulging cockknob. Responding to a natural urge as common to females as to males, though the sexes express, it toward different portions of the opposite sex's anatomy, Susan sucked.
Bill groaned delightedly against her sopped pussy. He pressed his lips and tongue deeper into her succulent flesh. At the same time, he unconsciously thrust his hips forward, sinking his prick deep into his bride's warm, wet mouth.
She was mentally befuddled, because this was not something she had wanted to do-or she at least had thought she didn't want to do it-but there she was, sucking eagerly, rolling her velvety tongue all around and over her husband's hot cockhead as her encircling lips stripped at his slippery shaft. She loved the way his prick felt in her mouth. As for the taste and smell of him, there was very little of either, thanks to his bath. This reassured her with respect to his cleanliness, but she was surprised to note a slight disappointment: the way he had smelled and tasted last time had been more exciting.
She hunched her blonde head, taking Bill's cock far back on her tongue so that the bulbous knob forged close to the opening of her throat. Normally she would have gagged at such a deep penetration of any hard object into her mouth, but she felt no urge to gag. Her saliva was flowing copiously around Bill's cock, and she swallowed time and again, champing on his bulbous glans.
Thrilled witless by his young wife's wonderful acceptance of his sexual organ in this way and, delighted by the exquisite sensations her warm, sucking mouth was giving him-Bill clutched her soft buttocks and twistingly buried his own mouth deep in her cunt. Susan was in heaven as he sucked and tongue-fucked her spasming, throbbing pussy.
She realized that she was climaxing, but in a different way than ever before. The orgasm was less deep and soul-shaking than when Bill drove his prick into her vagina, but the tactile sensations were remarkably intense, and she seemed capable of maintaining her peak of passion. She hunched and munched hungrily on his cock.
Her orgasm inspired a vocal response, and the sounds came out, "Ghaalingh ... ghaaagh ... ghaahble" around his mouth-filling prick.
Bill blubbered into her pussy, his breath blowing bubbles of viscous juice.
He realized abruptly that he was close to a climax. Much as he would have loved to come in his wife's sweet mouth and shoot his semen down her throat, he was afraid to startle and possibly offend her in that way.
Exerting his self-control to the maximum at a moment when it was weak, he pulled his prick from Susan's mouth with a loud, wet, Pop!
He swung around, bringing his wet face up over hers, and directing his torpedo between her legs.
"FUCK ME!" she screamed.
He drove his hot cock into the crevice which his mouth had opened. Her cunt had never seemed so slick before, but it remained as tight and warm as ever, down deep inside. Bill buried his pecker all the way to his balls.
"Give it to me HARD!" Susan demanded, writhing and tossing her blonde head from side to side. "Fuck me until I can't see straight!"
"Yeah, baby ... YEAH!" Bill husked.
He rocked her with his bull-like strokes.
The room seemed to reel around Susan. The bed bounced. Her entire being was aflame. She was climaxing and climaxing, but unlike Liz she couldn't count the peaks. She only knew that it was the most thrilling, wonderful experience of her life.
Bill came quickly, but he had given Susan enough fucking to make her dizzy, and she felt blissfully satisfied. She hugged her young husband and rocked back and forth, with him still atop her. His prick, now softening, was still captive in her wet, warm hole.
Susan thought about what she had done, and what Bill had done with her, and there was none of the shock she had experienced after her first cocksucking. She wasn't ashamed, either.
After all, she and Bill were in love and were married, and if oral activity made sex better for both of them, why shouldn't they do it? It was nobody's business but their own.
Susan even felt a bit proud of her newly acquired broadmindedness.
CHAPTER FIVE
Fully dressed, Bill and Susan had just finished a late breakfast when the door chimes sounded. Bill walked to the door and opened it.
Liz stood there, wearing a green and white polka-dotted pants outfit. The top bared her tanned midriff and was tied between the mountainous bulges of her breasts. Those luscious mounds were half-exposed, and her nipples made imprints in the thin cloth.
Bill grinned, having forgotten about the trouble of the night before.
"Listen, I want to apologize for last night," Liz said, her dark eyes saying she meant it. She glanced past Bill at his wife, who was approaching the door. "Susan, I hope you'll forgive me."
"Oh. Well, there's really nothing to forgive." Last night Susan couldn't have brought herself to say that.
Liz returned her warm gaze to Bill, who was visually rummaging in the deep cleavage between her breasts. "I hope you'll let Paul and me make amends tonight. We'd like you two to come down again, and we promise-no more dirty movies."
"It's nice of you to invite us," Susan said, "but...."
"I think we should go," Bill told her. "Liz and Paul will feel offended if we don't."
"But two nights in succession! We really ought to invite you and your husband up here," Susan said to Liz.
"Nonsense!" the brunette replied. "Paul and I are the ones who have something to make up to you. Shall we say, the same time?"
"All right." Susan smiled.
"We'll be looking forward to it," Bill said, continuing to admire Liz's voluptuous tits.
"That's great! See you tonight, then."
Bill watched her walk to the stairs, her plump but shapely bottom wiggling in her thin pants.
"Quit staring at her!" Susan whispered from behind him, her tone a bit sharp.
Bill turned and took his pretty bride in his arms. "Never mind that! It doesn't mean a thing. You're all the woman I'll ever want."
He kissed her and lovingly caressed her fanny, which was smaller and firmer than that of the other woman.
Susan felt secure.
The evening in the Martinos' apartment began on a casual note, with light conversation and drinks sipped slowly.
Liz wore a dark two-piece dress which was more conservative than her outfit of the previous evening. Again her shapely legs were sheathed in dusky hose. Susan wore a pink, summery thing. The men were simply attired in slacks and sport shirts.
As the evening progressed, and when Susan was midway through her second drink, she noticed that Paul was centering his entire attention on her, while Liz had latched onto Bill. Susan didn't mind, however. She felt very sure of her marriage, particularly in view of the thrilling sex she and Bill had shared that morning, and she genuinely liked Paul. He was an interesting conversationalist, and his eyes complimented her with every glance.
"What do you say we step out onto the patio for a breath of air?" he suggested.
"Well...." Susan glanced at Bill and Liz who stood talking, drinks in hand.
What's the matter? an inner voice scolded Susan. Don't you trust him out of your sight with another woman?
To prove that she did, she smilingly accepted Paul's invitation, and they stepped outdoors.
"Look at that big, fat moon!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, isn't it lovely?" Susan replied.
"No," Paul said, looking at her. "It's just a moon. You're lovely."
Susan didn't know what to say. Paul's closeness, there in the dark, the warmth in his voice and the way he was looking at her made her tingly. But it was all perfectly innocent, she assured herself.
In the living room, Liz had moved very close to Bill. Her big breasts were pressing against him, and he could tell that she wasn't wearing a brassiere.
"Now's our chance," she purred, looking up sensuously into his eyes. "You remember last night, don't you?"
"Hell, yes," he said a bit huskily. The exotic woman's nearness, together with the liquor he had consumed, were getting to him.
"Paul and Susan won't ever know, if we hurry," Liz continued, and touched Bill's hand.
Sparks seemed to fly.
"But ... but ... they're liable to come back right away," Bill said, referring to his wife and Liz's husband.
"I don't think so," Liz replied confidently. "Paul's a good conversationalist, and he likes to sit on the patio in the evening. They'll be out there for twenty minutes, at least."
Twenty minutes! Bill thought. Shit, I can tear off a great piece in less time than that! And Liz really wants it. She proved that last night.
Reading the acquiescence in Bill's eyes, Liz grasped his hand warmly and led him toward the bedroom. Booze had undermined his judgment, and the magnetism that radiated from Liz's voluptuous body was too much to resist.
It won't hurt Susan if she never knows, Bill thought, and went along.
When he and Liz were in the bedroom, she pushed the door almost closed, then turned to take Bill in her arms. Her mouth was hot, her lips soft and moist, her tongue like a flickering flame. Bill's cock rose against her warm belly. His hands went into action, exploring her lightly-clad, gracefully contoured back. Then, before he knew it, he was clutching the twin rondures of her ass, thrilling to their generous softness, discovering that she wore no panties beneath her skirt. He detected only the structure of her garter belt. He followed the garters down her full thighs and found the bumps where they gripped her stockings.
Liz had pulled back a bit and was slowly waggling her tongue back and forth between his lips as she worked her hand down between their bodies. She caressed Bill's stiff prick through his clothes.
"You feel like you're really hung!" she murmured hotly. "I have to see that gorgeous thing!"
She dropped to her knees.
Bill knew one of the greatest thrills of his life as the beautiful brunette unzipped him and took out his long, hard prick. It pointed stiffly toward her face.
"Ooh, it is beautiful!" Liz purred as her cool, delicate fingertips caressed his cock. "I want it!"
She opened her mouth and lunged forward, tilting her head to the side so that Bill could see her red lips crawl over the dome of his prick, encircling it in wet warmth. He felt her velvet tongue press his glans and her lips lock in the groove just behind his cockhead. With her long black lashes lowered against her olive-toned skin, she rhythmically compressed and relaxed her lips, caressing his cockhead with her tongue at the same time.
Great bursts of pleasure rocked Bill. He gasped and had to clutch Liz's head to steady himself.
She began to glide her slippery lips forward and back on his dong. His cockhead stroked against her tongue. She lunged lower and lower on his prick until his glans was literally forging into her throat.
The sensation was magnificent!
Liz sucked, but not hard, so there was none of the burning Bill had experienced with Susan, and he found he liked this even better. What was most wonderful was the stroking of soft, wet lips up and down on his shaft and across the sensitive ridge of his cockhead as Liz's tongue fluttered against him and she rhythmically tightened and lessened the circular pressure.
Rocking back and forward on the balls of his feet, literally fucking Liz's mouth, Bill went out of his mind with lust.
The brunette wisely didn't continue the intense stimulation for long. When she rose to her feet, she quickly unfastened and shrugged off the top of her dress.
Bill goggled at the sight of her huge but quite shapely breasts jiggling and wobbling about. Her nipples were wide and brown. Her jugs were tanned all over.
She unfastened and lowered her skirt, revealing the very thick triangle of black fur where her thighs and belly met. Her thighs were full and lusciously smooth above the encircling dark bands of her shining nylon hose. She stepped from her skirt, her titties swaying.
Bill tore at his own clothes and managed to toss off shirt, shoes, socks and trousers in record time. Liz helped him with his shorts, kneeling in front of him and again administering a kiss to the tip of his throbbing pecker when he was nude.
Then she laughingly stood and tumbled onto the bed.
Bill thought he had never seen a more luscious sight than her lying there against the satin bedspread, her titties still trembling, her thighs teasingly parted. He fell onto his knees next to her, then stretched out with his upthrust cock sandwiched between his body and the bed, and began to kiss Liz all over as she writhed and caressed his head.
He licked and tugged at her nipples, thrilling to the super size of her soft, wobbly breasts. He palmed and rolled those marvelous beauties. They moved a lot more freely than Susan's did. Bill found that he was able to push Liz's tits way up and rub them against each other. He could shake them back and forth, and they felt like satin bags containing thick, warm fluid.
Bill kissed about Liz's belly, which curved more than his wife's and was softer. He found he liked the lacy black frame of her garter belt which dramatized her hairy sexual center. He pressed his mouth into her muff and breathed in the delicately musky fragrance which was spiked by perfume. He licked Liz's thighs, going as far as her tightly drawn stocking tops. He circled one thigh with his waggling tongue, crossing her black garters, and Liz obligingly rolled over. Bill found himself facing her beautiful ass.
Those prominent but shapely buttocks were framed by her garter belt and the tops of her hose as she held her thighs together. Bill placed his hands in the dimpled flanks of her buttocks. He wobbled the gelatinous mounds to and fro.
He spanked Liz lightly, and she laughed as her ass-cheeks jiggled.
Bill pressed his face against a luscious buttock and caught as much meat as he could hold between his teeth. He bit lightly, then sucked and licked.
Liz rolled over. Her eyes were warm, and she smiled invitingly as she extended her arms up around Bill.
"Let's fuck," she said. "I want to feel that big prick of yours inside me."
Bill scrambled atop her as her thighs opened to receive him. Sheathed in stockings half way up, and traversed by garters for the remaining distance, her lovely thighs bracketed his middle. Her legs crossed to clutch him tightly.
Bill's prick burrowed into her warm, wet pussy, going all the way in a single thrust. He felt his balls lying against her crotch. Their pubic tufts intermingled.
Liz moaned and ground her soft, warm belly against him. Her breasts were like pneumatic pillows cushioning his chest.
Her fingernails dug into his back as he began to stroke in and out of her pussy.
After having fucked only Susan since their wedding night, and having abstained for several weeks before that, the feel of Liz's pussy around his stroking dick was strange. It wasn't as tight as his wife's little cunt, but it was tight enough to impart adequate friction. And he discovered that Liz had a way of moving which Susan had never learned. She seemed to snap her hips forward and back, while giving a little circular twist. This made it feel as if his cock were being pulled and tugged, or gulped at by some wondrously soft, muscular mouth.
Bill enjoyed it tremendously, and he responded by fucking hard from the very start. He rocked Liz's clinging body, causing her tits to shake up and down against his hairy chest. He enjoyed the serpentine feel of her stocking-clad legs across his back. As he moved, her nylons slithered against his flesh.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed. "Oh, shit!"
"Shit, yes!" Liz said back. "It's fucking good, isn't it?"
"It's good, goddamned fucking!" Bill heatedly declared.
His brain swirled giddily as he drove his iron-hard dick eight inches into the swiveling, snapping cunt that couldn't seem to get enough. He heard and felt Liz's breath quicken. He fucked her even harder.
She started to come, and there was no mistaking the power of her climax. Her pussy, which had been jerking by direction, spasmed of its own accord. Her circular muscles rippled along Bill's shaft as her belly quaked. She moaned and whined.
Bill's head grew light as a feather. He wanted to keep on pounding, but he knew that he couldn't. He was about to come.
Driving his big dick deep into the woman's heaving flesh, he held it there and let it twitch, gushing his thick cream into the pit of her vagina.
She sighed a bit regretfully, he thought.
He regretted, also, that he couldn't have lasted longer with her. But it had been a blissful come.
He clutched her and buried his face in her perfumed neck, her black hair tickled his cheek. She stroked her soft hands up and down his back.
"You're a bull, do you know that?" Liz breathed raspingly at his ear. "A big, horny bull!"
He couldn't have felt more complimented.
CHAPTER SIX
"Don't you think we'd better go back in?" Susan asked Paul as they stood at the edge of the patio.
He had maneuvered her so that she couldn't see through the sliding glass door, and she was wondering what Bill and Liz were up to. She wasn't really concerned. Just curious.
"It is a bit chilly out here," Paul said, and startled Susan by slipping his arm around her. "Maybe this will help," he added, his warm breath striking her ear.
She stiffened and tried to pull away. "You shouldn't do that."
"Oh, bullshit," Paul said, and chuckled. "It's just a neighborly gesture."
Susan was surprised to discover that she didn't feel the least bit neighborly toward the handsome, well-built older man. She was turning on!
This alarmed her, and she began to struggle in earnest. But Paul, laughing as if the whole thing were a joke, wrapped both arms around her, holding her body against him. She felt the bulge of his privates against her belly.
"You're such a little girl," he said. "But I can help you grow up. You'll like it. Just give yourself a chance."
Paul's parted lips caught her startled mouth, and he thrust his tongue between the ridges of her teeth, colliding with her tongue. He circled his tongue around, stroking hers sensuously. Despite herself, she felt her tongue flutter.
Her head was pleasantly light from the effects of the two drinks she'd had, and the darkness lent a further disinhibiting effect. Not really thinking-seeming to be unable to think at that moment-Susan clutched the man who was kissing her.
His hands went down her back, pulled up her skirt, and clutched her buttocks through her silken panties.
Susan thrilled.
As Paul's cock tensed against her belly, her thrill increased. So did her giddy sense of looseness. For the moment, she had forgotten Bill and the love she had for him. She was doing something wild, and it was wonderful.
Paul pulled down her panties at the back and stroked her bare, shivery buttocks.
Susan had never felt so wanton in her life-except when she was cocksucking her husband, and even that had been tamer because they were married. Paul was a man she hardly knew, an older and more sophisticated man who might almost have been her father. Still, he was young enough to be exciting, and he was very handsome.
His lips left her mouth and glided across her cheek and down to her neck. He sucked and licked and nibbled as Susan writhed. Moisture broke through the lips of her pussy to moisten the crotch-strip of her pants. Her legs felt weak, as if they wanted to collapse. Her nipples pricked up in her bra.
Paul took his hands from her buttocks, which had been burning from his touch, and her panty elastic snapped back into place. He let her skirt drop. He returned his mouth to hers and let his tongue-tip flutter teasingly against her soft, parted lips.
After a few moments Susan opened her mouth wide and captured as much of his tongue as she could get. Her brain reeled as she sucked the meaty organ.
She felt Paul's hands doing something at her back, but the realization of what he was about didn't register until he deftly brushed her dress off her shoulders and the garment dropped to the flagstone floor of the patio.
"Noooh!" Susan exclaimed, pulling away from him in shock.
She tried to cover her pink-cupped breasts and the matching sleek nylon of her panties.
"You're adorable!" Paul said.
Blushing furiously, Susan squatted to pick up her dress.
But Paul wouldn't let her do it. He swept her up in his arms, leaving her dress where it had fallen. He carried her toward the living room.
"Are you crazy?" Susan whispered harshly. "My husband and your wife are in there!"
"Not any more," he said, "if I know my hot little Liz."
"Wh-what do you mean?" Susan stammered as Paul carried her to the door and slid the glass open.
By that time she could see for herself that Liz and Bill weren't in the living room.
"Where are they?" she demanded.
"In the bedroom, no doubt. Probably screwing."
"Screwing!" Susan exclaimed, forgetting that she was uttering an obscenity.
"Why not?" Paul smiled as he placed Susan on her feet. "Why don't you walk to the bedroom door and see?"
The challenge was one she couldn't resist. Paul pleasurably watched her undulating bottom in her pink briefs as she walked to the partially open door. He moved up behind her.
Susan peered into the dimly lit bedroom.
The sight which met her eyes was the most shocking she had ever seen. Her husband, the man she loved, lay on the bed with Liz. More than that, he was in Liz. Both were nude, except that Liz was wearing dusky stockings and a sexy black garter belt.
"Satisfied?" Paul asked Susan, and reached forward from behind her to cup her breasts through her bra.
His voice was heard in the bedroom. Bill quickly looked around, and guilt drenched his face. But when he saw Paul clutching Susan's tits while she stood there in just her bra and panties, the guilt evaporated.
Liz sat up. "Come on in, you two-there's room enough on this bed for all of us."
Susan was flabbergasted. She should have been irate with her husband, she knew, for having sex with another woman. But how could she express righteous indignation when she herself was half-nude, letting a strange man clutch her breasts? What was more, her breasts responded throbbingly to the caress. Her pussy seemed on fire.
Bill grinned. "Well, I guess we're both guilty, if there's any guilt involved."
"There isn't," Paul quickly said. "We're all just having fun. Let's accept my sweet wife's invitation-what do you say?"
He gave the blushing Susan a little push, and she entered the bedroom. Paul had dropped his loafers, shirt and pants on the way and wore blue boxer shorts which had a moist spot at their front where his aroused pecker pressed from within.
Liz squirmed toward the far side of the bed, pushing Bill ahead of her. His soft peter had slipped out of her body. Paul guided Susan down onto the bed and lay next to her, at the edge.
Disconcertingly, Susan found herself snuggled beside the nude woman who had just screwed her husband and whose husband she herself was about to screw, if events followed their obviously intended course.
She knew that the Martinos had planned all this, and she felt she should be angry with them. But she was sure Liz hadn't forced Bill into bed, and Paul hadn't exactly put a hammerlock on her when he had removed her dress on the patio. Things had just happened, and in a way she would never have believed possible a mere hour before.
Things were continuing ;to happen, particularly within Susan, as Paul lay against her, massaging her firm breasts through her bra and stroking downward across her belly to the tuft of hair which he caressed through her silk briefs. She felt his hard prick burning against her thigh.
Liz and Bill watched with interest as her husband felt his wife up. They saw the bewilderment on Susan's face gradually turn to acquiescence, then raw passion as she clutched Paul, rolling onto her side to face him. Bill's eyes caressed his wife's cute bottom through her nearly transparent panties and watched Paul's hand glide down her back to the scantily clad mounds. He watched Paul stretch Susan's panty elastic down, baring her ass-an ass which up to that evening only Bill himself had caressed. Paul's hair-backed, bronzed fingers stroked Bill's wife's buttocks. He pulled her panties all the way to her thighs, then clutched the top most cheek of her bottom as she lay on her side. He pulled that buttock away from its twin, exposing Susan's little pink asshole, and he tickled the wrinkly indentation with a fingertip.
Bill should have been wild with anger, he believed. But strangely he wasn't. He was sexually aroused, instead. The fact that Liz was pulling on his limber prick had something to do with the way he felt. His prick stiffened out.
The brunette squirmed around and brought her head down to Bill's middle. He watched her rosy tongue come out and begin swiping at his equally rosy cockhead, which still bore a coating of cum from her cunt.
He thrilled wildly as she licked his prick all over, her fluttering tongue moving around the throbbing knob and up and down his straight, hard shaft. Liz didn't stop with that, but began to lick his balls as well. Her head worked itself between his legs, her silken hair caressing the inner sides of his thighs.
"Look!" Paul said to Susan, and turned her in front of him, so she could see what her husband and his wife were doing.
Susan experienced yet another shock as she watched Liz licking Bill's wrinkled, hair testicles. Paul quickly unsnapped Susan's bra and reached forward into the slack cups to squeeze and wiggle her warm, girlishly firm breasts.
Susan writhed with responding passion as his deft fingers tugged her stiff nipples forward and bent them to and fro. His nails lightly scratched her sensitive, pebbled aureoles. He pushed against her bottom so that she would feel his thick, warm shaft in the crack between her buttocks.
The sight in front of her contributed to her passion, as well, and Susan was amazed by the fact that she wasn't angry with Bill or hate Liz. She enjoyed them both as she watched them together and as Paul deftly twiddled her tits.
Her pussy was sopped by that time, and it throbbed hotly. She wanted to spread her legs and take Paul between them.
Yes, Paul!
Why not?
She turned toward him.
"My little angel," he murmured, and stroked her slack bra away.
He watched as he brushed his hand back and forth across her thrusting pink nipples, causing her titties to quiver. Susan looked down and thrilled as she watched also. Paul lowered his hand, extending a trail of fire across her belly as he brushed her silken tuft and the plushy mound beneath. He grasped the moist center of her panties, which were already at half-mast, and drew them the rest of the way down her thighs. She lifted her legs and bicycled them as Paul pulled her panties off, then thrilled when he swiftly brought his hand up between her legs to cup her wet and throbbing cunt.
His middle finger wiggled into her soft slit and penetrated all the way to his knuckle. He circled the stiff digit in her snatch.
"Oooh, wow!" Susan panted. "That feels ... just ... wonderful!"
Paul's other hand was busy pulling down his shorts, and Susan gaped when his big prick leaped out above the descending waistband to stand quivering as it pointed up toward her face.
"Suck it!" he said simply, and freed both hands to push her blonde head down.
His bald cockhead collided with her soft lips, and her mouth flew open. Before Susan knew it, her mouth was stuffed by the strange man's dick, and she was sucking like a little girl with a lollipop.
Rich, raunchy man-flavor washed over her tongue. The scent of sexual musk filled her nostrils.
It was good!
Susan loved it.
She sucked and champed on Paul's big prick as he watched his wife lick his neighbor's balls. Bill was just as thrilled watching Susan bob her sucking mouth on Paul's cock.
Liz saw from the corner of her eye what Susan was doing and lifted her tousled brunette head. She smiled at Bill.
"Your little wife is more of a swinger than I'd thought," she said, stroking Bill's prick by hand. "Does she eat you like that?"
"Hell, Yes," Bill replied, and felt proud.
"And how about you?" Liz asked, her dark eyes twinkling. "Are you an eater, too?"
"When I feel like it," Bill said. "But right now I'd like to get my cock sucked. How about it?"
"Your slightest wish is my command, master," murmured Liz, and she bowed her head.
Bill gasped with delight as her hot tongue circled the knob of his prick, seeming to draw it into her mouth like a threaded bolt. Then she was sucking on it gently as her marvelous lips and tongue did their work.
"Easy, baby," Paul panted to Susan. "Don't suck so hard. Just glide your mouth up and down and suck gently. Oooh, shit yes! That's it!"
The men worked their hips in rhythm with the bobbing heads of each other's wives, pumping their stiff dicks into the women's warm, sucking mouths. The world seemed to stand still on its axis. It was the room that slowly spun around.
Liz was the first to raise her head. She swung astride Bill, settling her slitted softness down onto his standing cock. She knelt straight up and went to work like an Oriental dancer, wiggling her hips and flexing her knees. Her big tits swayed and bobbled.
Bill had never felt such a marvelous massage. Liz's wet, slippery cunt seemed to be moving every way at once around his throbbing pecker. She rippled her belly, and her cunt literally gulped at his shaft, all but pulling it right away from his drawn-up, blissfully churning balls.
"Will you ride me?" Paul asked Susan, and lifted her head off his cock.
She was reluctant to give up the great-tasting, long, bulbended organ-until she saw the way Liz was fucking Bill. How wild! Susan thought. She had never straddled Bill herself, being content in the past to have him mount her. But now the idea of being on top and in command, free to move any way she wanted, appealed to her strongly.
Though she couldn't have Bill, because he was well occupied, she had Paul. That was even more exciting, in a way.
And it wouldn't be wrong to fuck him.
How could it be wrong when Bill was being fucked by Liz?
Susan swung astride the handsome, bronzed man with the thick black hair. He lay back on a pillow and smiled up at her. His thrusting cock split her pussy and glided all the way up the tight sheath.
"You feel like a virgin," he said.
"I was, just a few weeks ago," she confided.
"You mean Bill's the only man who ever?"
"Yes, he's the only one who's fucked me," Susan said, enjoying her use of the forbidden word.
"Until now," Paul corrected as he rotated his long, hard prick inside her.
"Until now," Susan echoed, and began to wiggle her hips.
It was a wonderful thrill to kneel atop a man like that and look down at him as she felt his hardness sticking up inside her. It was a special thrill because the man was Paul rather than Bill. But in all fairness, Susan had to admit that Paul's prick was not quite the equal of her husband's. It was big, sure-plenty big enough. But Bill's was an inch or so longer, she judged. Paul's seemed just as thick, though, especially the knob at its end, which was stirring her deliciously, rippling the walls of her pussy and stretching them this way and that.
Paul couldn't get over the thrill of how small Susan was in the cunt. Or of how youthful her pretty face seemed. It was like screwing a high school kid, which he hadn't had the pleasure of doing since he was in high school himself. And then he had been too immature to appreciate it.
Susan didn't move as skillfully as Liz, however. After a few tentative rotations of her hips, the young blonde settled into a straight up-and-down motion. But Paul couldn't complain about that, because her erect titties were doing a marvelous dance, jiggling tautly up and down. Liz's boobs would have been flopping all over.
In fact, Liz's boobs were flopping all over, Paul observed when he glanced away from Susan. Bill, staring up, seemed to appreciate the effect, no doubt having tired of his wife's more controlled jiggle.
Bill grasped Liz's melons and shook them as she continued to wriggle and pump her ass on his penetrating prick. He thrilled to the way his fingers sank into her squidgy masses, her fat nipples tickling his palms.
Suddenly Liz twisted about, swiveling on the pin of his manhood, and she bent forward, raising her ass a bit. Not only was Bill treated to a delightful view of her large buttocks, split apart, with little curly hairs circling her puckered asshole, but he could watch his slippery shaft stroking up and down in her cunt. This was something he had never seen before, with any woman. It was fascinating to watch his pecker push the pussy folds inward each time Liz came down, then to watch the slippery little flanges of her cunt-flesh turn outward as they surrendered their grasp of his gleaming wet prick.
Another thrill was quickly added as Liz clutched one of Bill's feet and took his big toe into her mouth. She sucked on it as if it were the knob of his prick while she worked her tireless hips up and down and around, stroking him to a height of passion he had never before reached. His earlier come, just a few minutes before, had given his unusual staying power.
Paul drew Susan forward, mashing her cute tits against him. He clutched her ass and wiggled it as she continued pumping her tight cunt on his rod. She quickly got the idea and did the wiggling herself while she stroked. Paul worked a finger between her buttocks and impudently pressed it against the tight nest of puckers which was the entrance to her ass.
Susan was surprised-but happily so. As Paul's finger popped into her asshole and began to stroke in and out through the narrow sphincter, she thrilled wildly.
She tucked him with an abandon she hadn't known she could express toward any man but Bill.
Liz was bobbing her hot ass on Bill as eagerly.
The bed rocked beneath the happily screwing couples.
Bill slashed upward, making Liz gasp around his toe that she was sucking, and she felt him fountain inside her. This capped her rolling climax.
Susan had been coming for some moments with Paul, but she breathlessly fucked on, greedy for as many thrills as she could get. Finally he gave her three joints of his finger up the asshole and groaned harshly. She felt his spurting, hot cum deep inside her. Susan squealed, then moaned, and clutched him. Their bodies were filmed with sweat.
Liz had hold of Bill by both feet and was rubbing her moist mouth back and forth across all his toes as her ass waved, pulling his softened peter this way and that. Finally his cock slid out to fall limply. Liz stopped moving, but she remained for a few moments in her bent-over pose, and Bill stared at her brown asshole between her satiny, olive-toned buttocks. The picture was set off to perfection by her smooth thighs gleaming above dark stockings, taut garter straps tugging at them.
What an evening it had been!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Well, what do you think?" Bill asked Susan when they returned to their own apartment.
"Wow!" was all she could say as she looked at him.
He laughed and hugged her.
It seemed that he hadn't lost anything in exchange for the wonderful outside thrills he had enjoyed. Talk about having your cake and eating it, too-that really was possible. He had possessed Liz, in thrilling, exotic ways, and yet he still had Susan, who clutched and kissed him as if she loved him like always. Since Susan knew about Liz and apparently accepted it, there was no guilt. The fact that Bill had shared Susan with another man didn't seem like a loss, either, because he had enjoyed watching them together-and here Susan was, home with him just as before.
"Those Martinos are something else!" Bill said as he walked arm-in-arm with his wife to the bedroom.
"How did you like Liz?" she asked.
He snapped on the bedroom lights and turned Susan to study her. He became cautious, fearing he might have a problem after all.
"Why did you ask that?" he wanted to know.
"I'm just curious," Susan said calmly. "Not jealous?"
"How could I be jealous when I was with Paul?"
"That makes sense," Bill said, and he felt secure again.
Susan unfastened her dress. "You didn't answer the question."
Seated on the bed and taking off his shoes, Bill said, "Liz was different, that's all. Just different. Not as good as you."
"Really?" Susan let her dress drop.
"Well ... she maybe was a little more skillful in the way she moved when we fucked. I guess she's had a lot of practice."
"I imagine so," Susan said. She removed her bra.
"But she wasn't as tight as you are, baby," Bill said with a grin. "Or as sweet," he added.
"I guess you liked her big tits." Susan was showing Bill her smaller but more shapely ones, which were large by general standards.
"I dig it when you use that word," Bill said, rising. His brown eyes twinkled as he cupped his wife's pretty boobs. "And speaking of titties ... yours are firmer and shapelier than Liz's."
"Really?" Susan's lashes had lowered, and she was writhing gently against her husband's caress.
"Damned right," he said, his tone getting huskier. "I was proud of you."
"While I was fucking Paul?" Susan asked.
"Oh, say that again," Bill said, his cock standing up.
"What?"
"You know. Just that word." He kept massaging Susan's firm, satiny breasts. "Fuck," she said. "Oh, shit!"
Bill pulled Susan into his arms and crushed her mouth with his kiss. His hands kneaded her springy buttocks through her thin, silken briefs.
"You're hard again!" Susan said, marveling. Though the kiss had ended, she was still pressing her belly against him. "Even after you screwed Liz twice."
"You could make me hard any time, no matter how many women I'd been with."
"How many women? You mean, you want to be with more?"
"Let's not talk now," Bill said. "Let's just fuck."
They sank to the bed, and Susan helped Bill off with his clothes. She skinned off her own panties. Then she was atop him, submerging his pole in the previously well-greased slit between her thighs.
"How did Liz move better than me?" she asked when she held Bill's hard prick captive.
"She wiggled her hips more, and she gave them a little snap," he said. "She seemed to use her muscles inside."
"Like this?"
Susan began twisting, but she wasn't as deft at it as Liz had been.
Bill didn't feel like giving lessons, however, and Susan's insistence upon drawing a parallel between herself and Liz embarrassed him.
"Just do it your own way," he said. "Do whatever feels good."
Susan began jogging up and down, her titties bobbing tautly. Bill picked up the rhythm, driving up into her tight, slick cunt each time she came down. There was an audible soggy smacking.
Bill reached up and held the flat of his hands against her jiggling breasts, letting her stiff nipples scratch him. Susan' panted and screwed harder. She tossed her head, causing her long blonde hair to whip about.
The sensation which Bill's prick received was very good indeed as her slippery, snug flesh massaged him. He closed his eyes and let erotic images dance through his mind: mostly sights he remembered from the evening spent in the Martinos' bedroom.
He saw Liz's lush legs in black nylons. He saw her going down on his cock. He saw Susan doing the same with Paul, then sitting atop the other man just as she was straddling Bill himself at that moment. He saw Liz's ass sticking up in front of him, open and inviting, as she faced his feet and bobbed slickly up and down on his pole. He felt her sucking his big toe.
Susan was breathing hard, and working hard as well. It was late and they both had been through a lot, so it wasn't as easy as it had been for either of them to reach a climax. But they were both eager-and able, with an effort-to achieve yet another peak of pleasure before they wrote finis to what had been a surprising and most stimulating day. It was a day which was destined to change their lives, they both knew.
Susan enjoyed the way Bill's long cock reached far up inside her as she screwed him. Paul's prick hadn't penetrated so deeply. Still, she had enjoyed Paul very much. She was enjoying Bill, also-especially since she had been with Paul and since Bill had been with Paul's wife. It was crazy, perhaps, but the whole thing had pleased her very much. And she didn't feel guilty, because it had been so open and accepted on all sides.
She leaned forward, bringing her clit in closer contact with Bill's gliding shaft, and she wriggled her lithe hips as she pumped up and down. This enhanced Bill's excitement. He beat his rump against the mattress as he slashed rapidly up into Susan's bobbing, greasy cunt.
"Ooh ... ooooh ... YESSSS!" she said, and came, spasming out of control.
Bill jerked and ejaculated in her grabbing pussy. His balls hurt as they were wrenched to give forth more semen than they could comfortably produce. Still, the climax was very satisfying.
Bill breathed hard and held his wife's sweat-filmed body tightly against his. He felt her heart thump-thumping through her breasts.
"Ooh, I've really had it now!" Susan said, and wheeled off him to sprawl flat on her back.
Bill, who felt fatigued in every muscle of his body, sat up, his brain reeling lightly. He looked down at his pretty bride who lay with legs spread.
She would never have casually exposed herself to me that way before, he thought as he studied the flecks of white foam on the lips of her pussy and her blonde pubic hairs damply matted down. Her cunt remained partially unfurled, and he noted how red and wet the inner flesh was.
"Let's not even bother with pajamas," Bill said as he got up to turn off the lights.
Susan didn't reply. She just crawled under the covers and dropped off to sleep.
Bill was asleep within moments after he rejoined her.
Since Bill was a construction worker, he left for his job at a very early hour. Susan was reluctant to get up when the alarm which he had re-set for her went off at 7:00. But she hauled herself out.
Under the pelting shower, as she soaped her breasts and between her legs, she awakened fully, and she felt better able to face the day.
She toweled herself, slipping into panties, and wrapped a robe about her. She walked to the kitchen and poured a cup of the strong coffee Bill had made.
Seated at the table and sipping the bracing brew, Susan thought about the way her life with Bill had changed. It had changed, yet it was still the same. Funny. She had never imagined things could be that way.
She stood up and stretched, her titties rising to nearly pop out of her slack robe. Then she walked back to the bedroom and proceeded with her dressing.
On an impulse, she decided not to wear a bra that day. Liz didn't wear one, so why should she?
It was going to be too warm for a slip or pantyhose either, she decided. Just pants, a skirt, and blouse would be enough. Susan's legs were sufficiently smooth and golden-hued so that she could get by without covering them, and she frequently did so. Only her forgoing of a brassiere was new.
She felt a little loose as she left for work, her titties jiggling freely in her blouse. But the feeling didn't distress her, as it might have done a day or two ago. It gave her a giddy stimulation.
What if I didn't have panties on, either? she asked herself. I wonder how that would feel?
But she wasn't quite bold enough to venture out into the world without underpants. What if a sudden breeze came along and lifted her skirt?
Or what if some guy got particularly fresh and started feeling around?
This thought titillated Susan as she walked to her little Datsun which was parked in the apartment house carport.
There were plenty of fresh guys in the office where she worked. Most were ex-construction men who had been brought into the office. Bill was bright enough to have gone that route, too, if he had stayed with the company. But after he and Susan got married, he had thought it best to find work with a different contractor. Anyway, he liked working outside, he said.
Susan felt particularly free and happy as she drove to work that morning.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Walking down the aisle between the rows of desks, toward the file room, Susan was momentarily sorry that she hadn't put on a bra that morning. Her pertly out-thrust tits were jiggling merrily in her blouse, and she knew the men were eyeing them.
This excited her, and made her the tiniest bit proud, but she was afraid also that the sex-show was too blatant.
She entered the file room, rounded a row of tall green cabinets, and found herself alone.
Let's see, she thought, Geiger ... G ... e....
"Gotcha!" Young Cal Hornaday laughed close to her ear as he reached forward from behind her and grasped her braless breasts.
"OH!" Susan exclaimed, and dropped the papers she was carrying, as the impudent fellow squeezed and wiggled her titties through her blouse.
Sharp thrills coursed through her, made all the more intense by the unexpected nature of his onslaught.
"Stop it!" Susan demanded. "Let go of me!"
She writhed, finally succeeding in breaking Cal's lascivious hold on her knockers as she turned to face him, red-faced. He backed her against a filing cabinet.
A grin brightened his elongated face. "Man, I just knew you weren't wearing a bra today!"
"What business is that of yours?" she demanded. Though he had thrilled her, Susan didn't want him to feel he could take such liberties.
"Shoot, I make every pretty girl my business," Cal said. "And today you look good enough to eat. How about a kiss?"
"No!"
With Susan's pink lips puckered to form the sound, her mouth offered a perfect target, and Cal brashly took advantage of it. His hard mouth pressed her soft one, opening it farther. His meaty, wet tongue forced its way in.
Susan's excitement increased as she struggled against his raping kiss, her erect titties rubbing pliantly across his chest. His belly pressed against hers, and she could feel his lust swelling.
Cal had been fresh with her before, but never to this extent. She guessed that going without a bra was dangerous, especially when a girl was built like she was.
Try as she would, she couldn't get away from Cal. His cock grew harder, and she became more turned on. His tongue was threshing wildly in her mouth by that time, and her nipples had pricked up hard. She knew he could feel-them digging him through her blouse.
Moisture was lubricating her love-lips, adding to her dismay.
My God, what's going to happen? she wondered, for she wasn't at all sure that Cal would stop. Worse, she wasn't sure she possessed the strength to stop him.
His hands were moving up and down her squirming form. His mouth slid off hers and panted hotly at her ear.
"Let's get it on, baby!" he said. "We're safe back here. Nobody will bug us."
"You've gotta be crazy!" Susan exclaimed.
She tried to slide away from him, but he grasped her and swung her around. He walked her backwards toward the end of the aisle.
Susan felt her legs growing weaker with each step. Her thighs rubbed damply as warm juice seeped through the screen of her panties to glaze them.
At the end of the aisle there was a table where files could be laid out and sorted. Grasping Susan at the waist, Cal boosted her up onto the hard surface. She sat on the edge of the table with her legs dangling over the side.
"We can't dooo this!" she was protesting.
But Cal must have read a contradictory message in her blue eyes because he kept on, pushing her knees apart and pressing between them. He kissed her again. Susan's brain whirled. Cal's hand went to work between their bodies, squeezing her shapely breasts through her blouse and rubbing his thumbs back and forth across her erect, sensitive nipples.
She moaned against his tongue-spearing kiss. She wriggled her hot ass on the table-top.
Cal dropped his hand to her thigh and pulled her skirt up to her lap.
He IS going to screw me here! Susan realized in thrilled shock. Oh, my heavens!
Cal fumbled with the buttons on the front of her blouse. He had to stop kissing her to see what he was doing, but by then Susan's resolve was too weak for her to utter a protest. She merely breathed through parted lips as she saw her blouse coming open.
Cal slid his hand between the edges of the blouse and grasped a smooth, full tit.
Susan sucked in her breath. She watched Cal's strong fingers manipulating her boob. He pushed her blouse open wide, exposing both boobies, and began playing with them as if they were rubber balls.
"Ooh, please!" Susan breathed. What she really meant was, Please don't stop!
Cal obviously had no such intention, for he let his hands glide down to her bare thighs and he stroked them. His fingers slid underneath the edge of her skirt and encountered her silken panties. He grasped the flimsy nylon and began pulling it down.
Susan's pants were daffodil-yellow that day, and Cal admired them as he drew them down her legs. He stepped back a bit and raised her legs to remove her panties. Susan's bare ass was against the cold table-top. She felt sinfully wanton.
She looked at the peak in the front of Cal's trousers and wondered what his cock was like. In a moment she found out when he opened his fly and let the beast escape.
It was a skinny prick, like Cal's face and entire body was skinny. The glans was less plump than either Bill's or Paul's, and the organ made Susan think of a sword as it tilted up.
Before Cal moved forward into her crotch, he bent and drew a titty to his parted lips. Susan shut her eyes and bit her lip as he sucked her. He changed titties, and the other nipple thrilled.
She grasped his upthrust prick.
"You want it now, don't you?" he said, his eyes glinting as he moved forward between her legs.
"Yesss!"
"Say it, 'cause I've never raped a babe, and I don't want to start now."
"Fuck me!" Susan said. "That's my girl!"
Cal drove his skinny cock into her, pulling her forward by the hips so that she sat on the very edge of the table. He undulated his middle, stirring his dick inside her like a long, slender spoon in a pot of stew.
"Ooooh, I LIKE that!" Susan panted.
Cal began to slowly pump his prick in and out of her slippery slit. He paused after every few strokes to rotate his tool some more.
He wrapped his hands around her titties as if they were footballs that he was getting ready to pass. His thumbs bent her nipples and let them flip back.
Susan hooked her legs around the backs of his thighs. She pulled herself forward on his cock each time he thrust. The friction was super-good, and she loved his hands on her boobies, too.
She shut her eyes and let her head hang back, her blonde hair streaming.
Cal began slamming into her faster. His slippery cock made a slopping sound in her flesh.
"Ooh ... ooh ... ooh!" Susan panted.
"Shit! Oh, Jesus!" Cal husked.
He fucked Susan as hard as he could, and she started coming. She let out a yelp as she had her first climax, then began reaching for a second.
"Don't ... stop!" she begged, moving her hips fervently against Cal's spearing thrusts.
She got her second helping of goodies.
She hoped to go for a third, but Cal couldn't hold out any longer. He gasped and burrowed deep, letting his warm cream spurt.
He clutched Susan, and they quivered and moaned together.
"Hey, Cal, where the hell are you?" a male voice inquired, and Ray Thompson appeared around a row of file cabinets.
He stopped, staring at Susan. Cal remained buried deep in her crotch and didn't turn around.
"Holy cat shit!" Ray said, his eyes opening wide.
Ray was a few years younger than Cal, which made him about Susan's age, and he was very good-looking. She had speculated naughtily a few times that it might be fun to have an affair with him.
He moved up, a big grin on his face. Susan saw the front of his trousers rising.
Cal looked around and growled, "Will you get the fuck out of here?"
"No!" Susan said, still breathing hard. "You get out, Cal."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"We've had it already," Susan said, and added shamelessly, "Now I want Ray!"
"Well, I'll be...!"
Cal pulled out of the wet-cunted girl and caught his slimy pecker before it flopped onto his pants and made a mess of them. He pulled out a handkerchief and began wiping his prick.
Ray was gazing hungrily at Susan, her cunt and tits blatantly exposed, as he unzipped himself and let his aroused dong leap out. There was a nice big knob on the end of his, and the shaft seemed nearly as long as Bill's.
Ray moved up to Susan, grasped both her breasts, and bent his head. He turned to and fro, his lips tugging one lengthy pink nipple, then the other.
Susan moaned rapturously as her excitement surged. She grasped Ray's upthrust cock and began to stroke it.
He moved fully into her crotch and drove between the open petals of her cunt. His thick cock glided all the way up her slimy channel, opening her wider than Cal had done. He sealed his lips to hers as he began to stroke.
Susan's tongue fluttered in his mouth. He sucked it. Then he forced her tongue back into her mouth with his tongue. He fucked her orally and vaginally at the same time, maintaining exactly the same rhythm at both ends.
Cal, his clothing restored, stood back and watched.
Susan was striving eagerly for her third climax. She got it and fucked on. It was wild getting it from two men, one right after the other, and having the first fellow stand there watching while the second diddled vigorously inside her.
She clutched Ray and stared across his shoulder at Cal as she wriggled and bumped her hips, her buttocks twisting on the table. She hooked her legs around the backs of Ray's thighs, pulling him tighter against her. His hard rod seemed to pump even deeper in her spasming hole.
She shut her eyes and tilted her head back. She rubbed her sensitive titties against the abrasive fabric of Ray's shirt as she writhed against him. She kept coming.
She was pulsating from head to toes and quaking deep inside as Ray fed her his stiff prick in fast-jabbing strokes. The thrusting of his cock into her pussy was forcing out thick juice which greased the table-top and made it slippery under her wiggling ass.
Susan felt terribly loose-and it was wonderful!
The fact that Cal was watching her fuck Ray made it all the better. She opened her eyes again so that she could see the fascinated expression on Cal's face. Her eyes widened. She panted through parted lips.
"Ooh, shit!" Ray husked as he pounded his hard meat into her. "God damn, Jesus, it's good!"
"Yes! Ooh shit, yes!" Susan cried. Her head swirled.
Suddenly Ray let go, groaning as he shot his semen into her in heated spurts. She felt his cock jerking deeper in her belly. She was bathed in bliss.
Clutching the handsome young man and panting, she felt her fever break. Her hips gave some final spastic bumps, then she lapsed against him. His cock softened inside her.
Cal chuckled nervously. "Some coffee break-huh, man?"
"Shit, the rest of the guys won't believe this!" Ray blurted.
"The rest ... of the guys?" Susan stammered, straightening to stare at him. His softened organ remained inside her. "You're not going ... to tell them...."
"Oh hell, no," Ray said, and pulled out.
"I mean it," Susan implored. "It would be awful if they knew."
"Awful if they knew what a hot piece you are?" Cal asked, eyes twinkling.
"Yes! I mean ... ohh, I should never have let you...."
Ray had wiped himself and was zipping up his pants. Cal clapped him jovially on the back.
"Well, let's get back to work, buddy," Cal said.
"Yeah." Ray grinned at Susan as the men started to leave. "It was great, baby. We'll do it again some time."
She stared at them in a daze, then looked down at herself-breasts bare, crotch wet and exposed. She saw her daffodil-colored panties lying on the floor.
What have I done? she thought. What have I turned into?
The answer was too obvious to require verbalizing, and Susan hated herself. What had just happened was altogether different from what had taken place last evening with Bill and the Martinos. But if it hadn't been for that, she would never have done this, Susan realized. And having done that, she couldn't seem to stop herself from taking the next step.
What would happen next, she wondered desperately. Did she have any control over the situation, or was she forced to go on, whether she wanted to or not?
She wished she had some Kleenex to wipe her pussy before putting her pants back on, but she didn't. She picked up the panties, gave them a shake, and stepped into them. She pulled them up and snapped the elastic around her tummy. The crotch of her panties immediately became gooed.
Feeling like the world's worse slut, she drew her blouse together over her tits and buttoned it. She tried to straighten her hair.
She blushed as she returned to the main room of the office, feeling all eyes on her as she walked up the aisle to her desk. She deliberately avoided looking at Ray or Cal.
It would have been better if Susan could have convinced herself that the men had raped her, but she knew that wasn't so. She had wanted the double screwing as much as they had wanted to give it to her-that was the really hard thing for her to face.
Worse yet, she would doubtless want it again when the opportunity presented itself, as she knew it would.
She had great difficulty getting through the remainder of the day.
CHAPTER NINE
Bill was putting in overtime on the project in which he was engaged, which meant that even though he left for work ahead of Susan each morning, she was the first to get home. She had no sooner entered the apartment before she began stripping off her clothes. She still felt slimy, both inside and out, as a result of the illicit sex in which she had engaged at the office, and she could hardly wait to sink into a cleansing bath.
She dropped her blouse and skirt on the bedroom floor and ass-wiggled into the bathroom, wearing just her yellow silk panties. She bent, titties swooping, and turned on the water in the tub. Straightening, she skinned out of her briefs.
She had always prided herself on keeping her undergarments dainty, but today her panty crotch was thoroughly impregnated with goo which had seeped from her pussy and dried there. She let the pants dangle from a finger and thumb as she carried them to a hamper and dropped them in.
Settling into the tepid bath, she felt better-at least physically. But she remained ridden by guilt and dismay.
Bill would hate me if he knew, she thought.
She cleansed herself thoroughly, got out of the bath, and dried off. She walked naked into the bedroom just as the front door chimes sounded.
Who can that be? Susan wondered as she snatched up a robe and belted it while hurrying to the door.
Liz stood outside, smiling at her. "I wanted to talk to you before your hubby got home," she said. "Got a minute?"
"Well ... yes, I guess so," Susan replied a bit reluctantly. "But I've got to get dressed and start dinner."
"Don't mind me. Go ahead."
Susan hadn't dressed in front of another female since gym class in high school, but she supposed that after last night it didn't matter if she exposed herself to Liz. The latter followed her into the bedroom, and Susan removed her robe.
"What a perfectly super body you have!"
Liz exclaimed as she gazed at Susan's bare backside and caught a reflection of her front in the dresser mirror.
"Thank you," Susan mumbled, and hurried to the chest of drawers to get fresh panties and a bra. She selected a white combination, because she wanted to feel pristine, though that was hardly possible.
Liz sucked on a cigarette as she watched Susan step into her panties and draw them up.
"About last night," Liz said, "I hope you haven't had any second thoughts."
"Ooh." Susan hesitated. "No, I guess not."
"Good! Because Paul and I had a great time. We want to do it again tonight."
Susan turned to face Liz, holding the brassiere in her hand. "Not tonight," she said, her tits standing tantalizingly erect.
"Why not?" Liz's dark eyes brushed over her nipples.
"I just don't think ... we ought to," Susan managed.
"Oh, bullshit!" said Liz. "If it was good once, it will be even better the second time. But so we all can relax more, and really get it on in fine style, why don't we pair off tonight-you go down and sleep with Paul in our apartment, and I'll sleep up here with Bill?"
"No!" Susan said firmly. Her eyes flashed.
A wise look came into Liz's eyes. "Let's ask Bill and see what he says."
"I don't care what Bill says!" Susan's cheeks flamed. "I don't want to do it!"
As if on cue, the front door of the apartment opened, and Bill called, "Honey, I'm home!"
"In here!" Liz quickly responded.
Bill hurried to the bedroom door and grinned. Well, you two look cozy," he said, glancing from his nearly naked bride to Liz, who sat on the edge of the bed. "What's been going on?"
"Just what do you think?" Liz purred. She stood and walked over to Bill, pressing her pneumatic breasts against him. As usual, she was braless.
Susan just stared. Her own guilt kept her from feeling resentment over Liz's intimate attitude toward her husband.
"I know nothing was happening between you two," Bill said, grinning down at Liz, "because Suzie's a man's girl-and so are you, if last night was any indication."
"It was," Liz replied, writhing gently against him. "But that doesn't mean I can't appreciate a nice set of titties, and your wife certainly has them."
"Speaking of titties...." Bill said, and looked pointedly down the front of Liz's blouse where boobs were squeezed together from the pressure she was exerting against him.
"Do you like them?" Liz purred.
"Christ, yes!" His husky tone, and the stiffening of his penis, which Liz felt, reinforced his answer.
"Would you like to spend the night playing with my tits?" Liz asked shamelessly.
"Bill!" Susan exclaimed.
He blinked at his obviously vexed wife. "What's the matter, honey?"
"We're not going to do that tonight," she said, carefully emphasizing every word.
"But we all had fun last night," Bill said, "and it sure didn't hurt anything."
"That's my boy," Liz murmured, gently rubbing herself against his hard-on.
Susan did a psychological flip-flop. "All right!" she exclaimed. "If that's what you want, we'll do it. Why should I care?"
The guilt which had been tormenting her was assuaged. Bill didn't deserve a chaste wife, she convinced herself. He was to blame for everything that had happened, including the nasty business at the office.
"Are you mad?" Bill asked naively.
"Why should I be mad because you want to fuck Liz?" Susan said with uncharacteristic candor.
She tossed aside her bra, deciding the hell with it, and switched her hips in her fresh silk panties as she strode to the closet, titties jiggling.
"You do want to fuck me, don't you?" Liz asked Bill, and tilted her cherry lips upward, inviting a kiss.
"God, yes!" he blurted, and wrapped his arms around her. His brain floated as their lips merged. Liz's tongue slithered moistly into his mouth.
I'm glad I screwed Ray and Cal! Susan thought. What's more, I'm going to do it again! I'm going to screw everybody I want!
She savagely snatched a dress off a hanger and stepped into it.
Liz's tongue was pistoning wickedly in Bill's mouth as she dry-fucked him through their clothes. Not able to control himself, he lowered his hands to her ass and clutched the slowly writhing cheeks. He was surprised to feel panties underneath her dark slacks, but they were light as a cobweb, not hampering in the least his enjoyment of her plump, springy buttocks.
Susan whirled, staring at her husband and the other woman as she zipped up her dress.
"Why should we wait until tonight?" she said angrily. "Why don't we pair off right now? You two can stay here and I'll go down and join Paul. Is he home yet, Liz?"
The brunette broke away from Bill's kiss to answer, "Sure, he's home. He has been since four o'clock. Salesmen don't keep as long hours as construction men."
"Well, have fun, you two!" Susan said with a tinge of bitterness, and marched out of the bedroom.
Liz and Bill heard the front door slam.
"She's pissed off," said Liz, "but Paul will get her over that." She smiled seductively at Bill. "And how are you, Mr. Workingman? All tired out after a hard day on the job?"
"Do I feel tired out?" he asked as his prick pressed against her.
"Let's see just how energetic you are."
Liz dropped to her knees in front of him.
"Let me take a shower first," Bill suggested, though he was thrilled as she unbuckled his belt.
"Stay right here," Liz purred, and pulled his zipper down. She unsnapped the top of his work pants and let them drop.
His prick made a peak in the front of his stretchy shorts. Liz pulled that garment down and set his cock bobbing.
"How beautiful!" she murmured. "God, there's just nothing I love more than a ... big ... stiff ... dick!"
She was licking his pecker up and down as the tangy-scented thing skidded upward alongside her nose.
"But I'm ... all sweaty!" Bill panted, his cock athrob.
"I love the smell of man-sweat," Liz said against his hairy flesh.
She was licking his balls and breathing deeply as burst after burst of giddy pleasure rocketed to Bill's brain.
"Suck me!" he demanded. "Ooh shit, take my cock in your mouth!"
She cast a sidelong smile up at him as she clutched his prick and pointed it right at her lips. He watched her moist red mouth open and felt the incomparable thrill of having his cock submerged inside it. Liz sucked gently and pumped her mouth forward and back on his thrusting, iron-hard pole.
Bill wanted to shoot right away. He wanted to jam his prick into her throat and shower her tonsils with his rich, raunchy cream.
But he didn't dare, because he knew she expected a lot more from him than that.
Seeming to know just when to halt the highly stimulating fellatio, Liz sprang to her feet. Bill's cock jerked excitedly, bobbing of its own accord. The lush brunette pulled off the top of her two-piece outfit, setting her big tits bouncing.
Watching her and hardly able to contain himself, Bill tossed his clothes away.
Liz stretched the waistband of her outer pants and lowered them, revealing red panties. She immediately sat on the edge of the bed and bent forward, her boobies hanging down and shaking as she worked her slacks off her legs.
By this time Bill had whisked his briefs away and was nude. He dropped to the floor in front of Liz as soon as she had removed her slacks, and he ran his work-roughened hands up and down her sleek lower legs and softer, fuller thighs. She squirmed on the edge of the bed.
"Love me all over!" she pleaded. "Take all the time in the world."
Bill bent his head and began kissing Liz's legs as he reached up and grasped her bulging breasts. He squeezed and rolled those marvelous playthings as his lips and tongue moistened her calves and thighs. She let her legs loll open and closed, thereby permitting Bill access to all parts of them, except their backs.
Bill took care of this omission himself by boosting Liz's legs in the air and tipping her onto her back. He rose to his feet and bent forward, the better to lick the backs of her thighs, the hollows of her knees, and the delicately arched calves.
As she writhed luxuriously to his caresses, her round breasts wobbled to and fro, the dark nipples sticking up hard. Those erections could not begin to compare to Bill's monstrous one, however. Bent forward as he was, his upthrust prick touched his belly. The huge head was red and throbbing with lust.
Bill's hands were stroking over Liz's tits, down across her gently rounded belly, and onto her silk bikini-style pants. As he kissed closer and closer to the center of her sex, his hands curled around the top of her panties and drew the red briefs down.
Leaving her pants bunched around the tops of her thighs, Bill pressed his mouth against her very hairy mons, inhaling subtle perfume mixed with even-more-stimulating sexual musk. His wet tongue stroked down through her black hairs, finding the top of her slit. He licked it but could not gain access to the juicy center of her split, because her panties prevented her from parting her legs very wide.
"Take my pants off," Liz begged.
Bill was quick to comply, wrapping his hand around the narrow center strip of the silken garment and jerking it all the way down her legs and past her delicate feet. He spread her legs apart, folding them back at the same time.
He stared at the sensual beauty of Liz's cunt.
She had lots of hair on her cuntal lips as well as above them. But with her legs spread wide as they were, a chasm yawned down the center of her lush dark forest. The canyon was wet and soft and red. Liz's prominent clitty stood up, shielded except at its smooth, firm tip by folds of velvety flesh.
Bill bent and swiped his tongue upward through her soft pussy. Her aroused fragrance made his head light. He licked the tip of her clitty, working the foreskin back.
"Ooh, God ... yes ... yesss!" Liz panted.
Having begun to lick her luscious cunt, Bill couldn't seem to stop. He plowed his tongue into the wet, wiggly folds which were delightfully warm and well scented. Groaning against Liz's sopped flesh, he licked in and out of all the little fissures, then concentrated on her clit, clasping his lips around it and sucking.
Liz howled, bumping her hips up and down. She smeared her sweet juice all over Bill's face.
When he finally came up for fresh air, she took advantage of the opportunity to roll onto her belly. Her legs dangled" over the edge of the bed, presenting her lush ass to Bill in a blatant way, but a way which he appreciated in his extreme state of passion.
He dropped to his knees on the carpet, worked himself forward between Liz's dangling legs, and placed his hands on her flanks. He bent and began licking her super-smooth and soft rear cheeks.
Liz was gasping and panting hard, her hips giving little spastic jerks. The position which she had assumed offered a special benefit to her which Bill wasn't aware of, in that her clit was receiving intense stimulation from the edge of the mattress while Bill licked her ass.
His wet tongue skidded closer and closer to the groove between her satiny buns, where dark little hairs curled around the mysteriously enticing dimple of her anus. Caught up in a tremendous surge of lust, as he was, Bill cast all restraints aside, and licked into Liz's asscrack.
"Oooh ... oooh...!" she cried delightedly as his wet tongue swabbed her asshole.
She was very dainty back there, except for a slight tang of perspiration, which Bill found stimulating, and he lingered in the forbidden cleft. He pressed his stubbly cheeks against the inner sides of Liz's buttocks, his nose sinking into her crack along with his stroking, twisting tongue.
She commenced bumping more violently, shaking her bottom against Bill's face. He could feel her asshole puckering as he licked it. His saliva drooled into the little nest of concentric wrinkles. In the grip of lustful madness, he poked his tongue-tip against the tight hole.
"Ooooh!" Liz bawled, and pressed her ass shakingly against his face as his tongue broke through her sphincter and slithered up her hot, grabby butt.
He detected a slight acridity on his tonguetip, but even this stimulated him. He was wild with lust." His cock was throbbing so mightily that it seemed as if it might explode.
"Now!" Liz shrieked. "FUCK ME ... NOW!"
Bill struggled to his feet, grasped the woman's hips, and boosted her forward so that she knelt on the edge of the mattress. He grasped his dong in his fist and moved up to the two holes in her crotch, both of which beckoned him. He had lubricated and softened her anus so well that he doubtless could have thrust his rod into it without causing her undue discomfort. But he opted for the shaggy and much more open aperture which was uniquely feminine.
Fitting his cockhead into the soft red mouth of her cunt, he pushed. His rod glided smoothly into her all the way. Her buttocks were pressed against his lower belly, and his balls tickled her stiff clit.
"Oooh shit, but you've got a long one!" she cried. "Drive it into me! Touch my fucking tonsils!"
Holding her hips firmly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, Bill rocked back and forward on the balls of his feet, stroking his long cock in and out of her. Though he had a powerful urge to speed up and finish quickly, he forced himself to adopt a slow, measured cadence. His long strokes caused his cock to nearly slip out of Liz's socket each time he withdrew, then to sink deep inside her with each thrust, his balls pressing her clit and shaggy mons.
Liz wiggled her ass, letting her wet, soft cunt circle around his piston. She was working muscles deep inside which grabbed at his cock like rippling fingers. That was something which Susan couldn't do, and Bill appreciated it.
He appreciated it so intensely, in fact, that he had to speed up his screwing.
Soon he was powering his hot cock into Liz with everything he had, spanking her bouncy buttocks with his belly. Her very wet cunt made a sloshy sound as he speared it.
Bill growled, much like the wild thing she lad compared him to, and he kept pounding his bulb-ended prick into her as his head grew light and his eyes rolled back in their sockets. The room seemed to spin around him. All he vas aware of was the luscious, gliding clasp of Liz's hot, writhing cunt.
"SHIT!" she cried. "Oooh ... you ... FUCKER!"
"AARGH!" Bill gurgled harshly, drove his pecker deep, and held Liz's bobbing, shivering tanks as his cum gushed into her.
She kept moaning and heaving, drawing every drop from Bill's balls.
Finally she fell forward, causing his spent penis to pull out with a soggy Pop! She dug her talon-like fingers into the bed as she lay spread-eagled across it. She continued breathing hard, her eyes closed, her red lips widely parted.
"Jesus, lady, you sure can fuck!" Bill said, breathing hard.
"So can you, baby!" she gratefully replied.
CHAPTER TEN
Susan hesitated at the door of the Martinos' apartment, her hand poised to knock. Then she decided that such formality was unnecessary and simply turned the doorknob.
The air conditioner was whispering in the living room, but otherwise the apartment was quiet. Susan saw no one. She was about to call out when it occurred to her that it might be more fun to hunt Paul up and take him by surprise, wherever he was.
Susan's anger had given way to sexual stimulation, and her pretty face wore an expression of pleasurable anticipation as she made her way through the living room to the kitchen. Paul wasn't there. Susan retraced her steps and turned toward the bedroom.
She heard nothing until entering the Martinos' conjugal chamber. Then there was a characteristic drilling sound of liquid striking liquid in a vigorously propelled stream. Susan had heard that sound through the door when her husband was in the bathroom, pissing.
Mischievously she walked to the open bathroom door and saw Paul standing before the pot, his soft peter in his hand, relieving himself.
"Hi," she said softly.
The man gave a start, nearly causing his piss-stream to swing away from the bowl. But he recovered quickly, and grinned. He kept pissing.
"This is a pleasant surprise," he told Susan.
"I've never watched a man do that before," she said, her eyes trained on the stream of yellowish fluid that shot from the tip of Paul's bald-headed prick.
"Really?" he responded, not embarrassed in the least. "One of the first things Liz wanted to do after we were married was to watch me take a leak. Well, maybe not one of the first things," he corrected, "but it happened on the first morning of our honeymoon."
"Have you ever watched her go potty?" Susan asked, enjoying the intimacy of the conversation.
"Many times," Paul said as he gave his pecker a couple of shakes to rid it of the last few drops. He put his penis back into his pants and zipped up, then flushed the John.
"Maybe I should apologize for just barging in," Susan said as he turned to face her. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks rosy.
"Not in the least," Paul replied, and gently took hold of her by the arms.
"Well, uh, Bill is with Liz, so I thought
"You thought right," Paul said, and drew her against him.
They kissed with open mouths and stroking tongues. Paul's hand stroked her back, following the gentle S of her spine until it curved outward to give way to pert, rounded buttocks. He stroked her springy ass.
Susan warmed quickly. She pressed herself more firmly against Paul and clutched his beefy arms with her slim, strong fingers. She twisted her mouth on his, her tongue pistoning upward.
Inflamed by her passion and by the feel of her braless titties through her dress, Paul pulled up the back of her skirt. He wrapped his large hands around the panty-sheathed cheeks of her bottom and wiggled her buttocks against each other, kneading the resilient flesh at the same time.
His cock swelled.
Susan felt his manhood rising against her belly, and this excited her all the more. She was beginning to get weak in the knees as the now-familiar urge to be fucked came upon her.
It was evident that Paul was getting a similar urge, for he began toying with the elastic band which topped Susan's panties, stretching it this way and that. He finally stretched the elastic down far enough to tuck it underneath Susan's pouting buttocks, thus baring her ass to his increasingly passionate caresses.
A finger slipped between her soft buttocks to tickle her rear hole. Susan squirmed. Hot breath pumped through her nostrils to strike Paul's cheek in quick bursts. Her nipples had hardened, threatening to drill holes in his chest. His much-larger hard-on was making it difficult for him to stand close to her.
Finally he broke their kiss and swept Susan up across his arms. As he carried her into the bedroom, her arms were linked around his neck and she resumed kissing him. He deposited her gently in the center of the bed.
"I'm going to fuck you until you cry uncle," he announced, gazing warmly down at her as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"I'll never cry uncle," Susan said, squirming in voluptuous anticipation. "You can fuck me all night long."
Her steepled thighs opened and closed, but Paul was denied glimpses of her cunt by the panties which still passed between her legs, though they had been pulled off her buttocks. He hopped from one foot to the other, removing his trousers. His eyes were on Susan all the while.
She was staring at the pinnacle inside his boxer shorts which caused the fly to stand open, furnishing a view of his matted pubic hair. He pulled his shorts down, and his prick bobbed stiffly.
"I think that's beautiful," Susan said, gazing unashamedly at his organ.
"What, baby?" Paul asked, as if he didn't know.
"Your cock," Susan said, thrilling to her own use of the word. She wanted to heighten the verbal stimulation, and added, "Your beautiful big, stiff dick."
"How many more words do you know for it?" Paul asked, and knelt on the bed beside her.
Susan encircled his member with her hand. "Your prick," she said, her cheeks turning rosy.
"Any more?" Paul coaxed.
"Your pecker," Susan added.
Paul grinned. "Where did a nice girl like you learn all those nasty words?" He bent and swiped his tongue along Susan's pink lips.
She caught his tongue in her mouth and sucked it, going, "Uuummmmm."
Paul's hand was stroking up and down her body and between her thighs, pressing the slack crotch-strip of her panties against her hot, soft cunt. He encircled the panty-crotch with his finger and pulled the panties down. He took them off Susan's feet and tossed the silky garment aside.
He drew one of Susan's feet to his face and tenderly kissed her pink toes.
"Ooh, Paul ... I" she breathed passionately.
He was eyeing up between her legs as she continued writhing. The sight of blonde little hairs and wiggling cunt-lips turned him on strongly. He sucked her toes one by one and ran his moist tongue between them.
He shifted his position so that he was kneeling between her legs, and he began licking upward along her inner, calf, then along her thigh. Susan was getting so hot that she didn't know how she could stand it. By the time Paul's mouth reached her pussy, she was about ready to come.
When he began sucking at her cunt and champing lightly on its meaty, hair-fringed lips, Susan's orgasm commenced. It was like a rolling earthquake, gentle at first, bathing her entire body in vibrating warmth. Paul's plunging tongue, which tenderly fucked her slippery, small cunt-hole, caused the trembler to heighten.
Susan moaned and panted, tossing her head to and fro. Her blonde hair fanned over the bedspread.
Paul tugged at the wispy golden hairs on her mons, then licked upward on her smooth belly and corkscrewed his tongue in her navel. He raised his head, kneeling upright, and unzipped the front of her dress. He palmed her hot, spike-tipped titties.
"Sssssuck them!" Susan hissed.
Paul bent and licked a dainty pink nipple before drawing it into his mouth. He bathed the sensitive bud in warm saliva as he drew at her breast. He switched to the other titty and sucked it, also.
He shifted his legs outside Susan's and crawled forward until he knelt astride her chest. His cock was like a magnificent bowsprit, sticking out and upward. Susan clutched it.
Paul worked his hands under her blonde head and lifted as she tilted his pecker down. The slit in the purplish red knob was standing open, and clear lubricant was seeping out. Susan stuck out her pink tongue and licked the juice off his pecker.
His rod bobbed in excited response, getting away from her. She gripped the shaft harder to hold it in place and slid her pink, encircling lips over the fullness of his glans. She sucked delightedly.
Paul let her head down and moved forward at the same time. He braced himself on the headboard of the bed as he hovered directly over her face, pumping his thick prick up and down in the clasping, soft circle of her lips.
Susan loved the feel of his strength gliding in and out of her mouth, stretching her lips wide apart. His glans was big and fat as it skidded against her velvety tongue. She loved the taste and smell of his cock. His big balls swung against her chin.
Finally he backed up and got off of her.
"Take your dress off," he said, as he lay down on his back.
Susan quickly sat up and pulled her dress over her head. She tossed the garment aside.
"Now sit on my face," Paul directed.
Happily the young woman complied, bending eagerly forward to mouth his standing prick as her buttocks settled at each side of his nose and her wet pussy smacked his mouth. His nose tickled her asshole as his thick tongue thrust up her cunt.
Susan's orgasm, which had continued with hardly a letup, gained ever greater intensity as she squirmed atop him, bobbing her encircling mouth on his cock and taking his plunging tongue up her pussy. She had never realized that it was possible to come and come and come like that and feel hardly any appreciable letdown between the peaks.
Paul's big prick throbbed as she champed on it and glided her o-like lips up and down across the ridge of his cockhead. His organ kept oozing juice, and Susan greedily gulped it down.
He was holding her clitty between his lips by that time and flogging it with the tip of his tongue. She moaned against her mouthful of cock.
Eventually she had to let his prick go so that she could gulp air. She skidded her wet lips down the side of the slippery shaft and began kissing Paul's nuts. They smelled lightly of perspiration, which Susan found she didn't mind at all. She kissed underneath his balls, her tongue flickering whip-like toward his asshole.
Her twisting head rubbed his inner thighs, giving him yet more stimulation.
He grasped the cheeks of her ass and boosted her forward so that she was forced to brace herself on her elbows. He pushed himself backward and knelt behind her.
He looked at the little pink asshole he had been sniffing and at her puffed and open cunt which visibly throbbed in anticipation of his thrust.
"First you're going to get it doggy-style," he said. "Do you want to be a dog?"
"Oooh, yes!" Susan breathed passionately. "Let me be your bitch!"
Paul worked the knob of his prick into the soft, wet socket of her pussy, then pushed and filled her cuntal cavity with his hard meat.
"God!" she exclaimed.
"Too much for you?" he asked.
"No!" she said. "Fuck me and fuck me!"
"With pleasure, you sweet, hot cunt!"
Paul began to stroke his bulb-ended cock slowly in and out of her fuck-hole. Susan moaned and writhed, rubbing her titties against the mattress as she circled her upturned ass. It was so wonderful to feel like a slut! As hot as she was at that moment, she could take on a whole fucking army, one man after the other, each kneeling behind her and pumping his hard prick in her pussy until he came.
Paul continued with sweetly agonizing slowness while Susan popped and popped. He detected each climax as she hesitated and gave a few spastic bumps before resuming her grinding and backward pressure against him. He missed only the internal grabbing which Liz was capable of-a talent that not many women possessed-but this was made up for by the tighter fit of Susan's young cunt around his stroking dong.
After fucking her for nearly five minutes from behind, Paul pulled his prick out. The thing bobbed spastically, trailing a string of viscous fluid from Susan's hole. He gazed at the yawning pink crevice where he had been and watched it gradually contract.
"Turn around here," he said, helping to move the passion-befuddled girl.
He had her kneel astride his legs and pushed her head down to his cock. The organ smelled strongly by that time, as it was coated by her cum. Still Susan grasped it without hesitation and took it into her mouth with a greedy gulping sound. She kept coming as she sucked the slime off Paul's cock and stroked it with her hotly circling tongue.
He fucked up and down in her mouth. He grasped her tits and tugged on them as if he were milking a cow.
After she had cleansed his cock thoroughly and given it a fresh coating of her saliva, he pushed her back, hauling her legs out from underneath her. He extended them across the tops of his thighs and clutched the firm cheeks of her ass, pulling her toward him as he raised himself up. His prick bored into her pussy once again and he fucked her that way, sitting up with Susan sitting astride his lap.
Pop ... pop ... pop she went, her string of firecrackers seeming to be without end.
Gradually Paul bent her backward until he loomed over her, fucking downward and in, scarcely having missed a stroke.
"Oooh, God ... it's too much!" Susan cried.
"Want me to stop?"
"Don't you dare!" she exclaimed, and clutched him fiercely, wrapping her legs around the backs of his thighs.
He pumped energetically into her wet, hot cunt, still not going at full speed. Susan understood now what Liz had meant when she had praised older men. Paul could out-last Bill several times over. Susan's eager little pussy had never received such a fucking before.
"Oooh, wowww ... ooh, baby ...!" she moaned, still coming.
Paul worked his hands underneath her, clutching her ass. He wiggled her bottom as he gave it to her harder, speeding up just a bit. His prick was magnificently massaged by her twisting cuntal walls as Paul manually rotated her ass and pressed the cheeks together. This gave Susan heightened stimulation as well, for there was intense pressure applied to all her vaginal nerve-ends as well as to her tingling clit.
She squealed.
Paul fucked fiercely in and out of her, his hair falling in front of his face. Susan's titties danced. Her mouth gaped. She made rasping, gurgling sounds.
Suddenly Paul jerked her forward to the very base of his prick, and she felt that thick pole leap inside her. His cream was spurting, hosing her insides with blast after blast.
Susan screamed.
She panted gaspingly as Paul fell forward atop her. Their sweat-slick bodies stuck together. Susan's fingers were still biting into Paul's flesh, and her legs remained wound around his thighs. Gradually she relaxed the tension, and her arms and legs fell away.
Paul pushed himself up on his arms and looked at her. "Feel like you've had a fucking?" he asked with a proud if slightly tired smile.
"Ooh God, yes!" Susan said. "That was delicious! But I don't think I'll be able to move for a week."
"Nonsense," Paul told her, and climbed off. "We'll fix some dinner now and do it again when we come back to bed."
"You're going to spoil me," Susan told him.
"I hope so," he said with a grin, and ambled into the bathroom.
That she was already spoiled for the kind of life she used to lead, Susan had no doubt.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The first glow of morning filtered through the bedroom drapes, but that wasn't what awakened Susan. She was thrust out of a dreamless sleep by the stroking of something long and hard in the tender cavity between her legs, which already had been much used since the previous evening.
It was Paul's prick.
He was fucking her again.
Susan moaned and clutched him. She began pumping her hips in erotic counterpoint to the thrusting of his big, stiff dick. She looked at him hovering over her, his hair disheveled, whiskers on his face, and it was as if she were married to him instead of to Bill. She was seeing Paul now as a wife sees her husband. And they were certainly as intimate as a husband and wife could be.
Paul's cock felt so good in the early morning!
Susan whined appreciatively and circled her hips as she reached for even deeper penetration. Paul's shaft was bone hard, and his big cockhead felt like a fist skidding up and down her narrow channel, sending ripples of delight through her.
"Fuck me ... fuck me ...!" she chanted, her glazed cuntal flesh gliding like a greased sleeve around his sexual piston. She'd had enough cum within her from their previous mergings to provide excellent lubrication, beginning with Paul's initial thrust.
He was pumping briskly by that time, making the bed bounce beneath Susan's fanny. Her titties were hopping, her nipples stiffly extended. Paul was propped up on his arms so that he could enjoy the entire show, as well as the feel of her tight cunt grasping and sliding.
Every so often he would interrupt his straight strokes to hold his pecker deep inside Susan and grind it. This made her mouth fly open and drew forth a delighted moan. Then Paul would resume diddling straight in and out, slamming his balls into her soft crotch, spearing the depths of her being.
Susan came, clutching and gasping. Paul didn't let up. The happy young woman whined and reached for another climax. She got it.
Paul fucked on.
The room seemed to be whirling around Susan. Time stood still. The only reality was Paul's pumping, grinding prick, which had given her more pleasure the previous night and this morning than she had ever known before, Even his remarkable endurance was not un-S limited, however, and he finally swung into the short strokes, stropping the ridge of his pecker against Susan's hot clit as rapidly as he could move it.
"Ooh ... ooh ... ooh ...!" she panted, clutching him with her arms and legs and fucking upward greedily, eager for every last thrill. , Paul gasped, his cockhead swelled to even greater thickness, and he buried it deep in her flesh, groaning as his lust exploded. The splashing of his warm cream inside her capped Susan's multiple orgasm. She moaned from the depths of her being, and her belly bobbed in final, spastic completion.
"Oooh, so good ... so good ...!" she said.
After-tremors shook Paul as he lay against her, his cock continuing to twitch in her flooded hole.
"You're terrific!" he said, and they kissed.
What a way to start the day! Susan thought.
She and Paul showered together and, though this furnished new stimulation, neither of them felt like more sex. They dried each other, laughing, and Paul followed her back to the bedroom, watching her pert bottom wiggle.
"What am I going to do now?" she asked, looking around. "I have to get dressed for work, and I don't have any fresh clothes to put on."
"Tell me what you need and I'll go down to your place and get it," Paul said, pulling on his pants.
"You wouldn't mind?"
"No, of course not."
"Well, I'll need panties, of course," Susan said. "And a bra."
"Fuck the bra," Paul told her. "Your titties are so firm and erect, they don't need one." He was admiring the rounded cones which stuck almost straight out, the pink nipples canted slightly upward.
"Okay, then just pants," Susan smilingly agreed. "And a dress-my pink one, I think."
"Coming right up."
Bare-chested and with no shoes on, Paul padded out of the apartment. Susan sat down in front of Liz's vanity mirror and began combing her straight golden hair.
Yom slut, you! she said to the image in the mirror. And the image laughed.
There were no regrets and no guilt. Susan felt really free for the first time in her life.
Paul returned in a couple of minutes, carrying a small wad of nylon and the dress Susan had ordered. He tossed the panties to her. They were pink, to match her dress.
"Liz and Bill were still going at it," Paul reported with a grin.
"Oh, my goodness!" Susan exclaimed. "Bill will be late for work."
"So he'll be late one day. Don't worry about it."
Susan stood to put on her panties, and Paul moved up behind her. He reached forward and cupped her cute tits. Susan watched the reflection in the mirror of his hands kneading the firm, springy mounds. Thrills coursed through her.
"Hey, take it easy," she admonished in a throaty tone, "or I'll want to fuck again."
Paul chuckled, and released her titties with a flip which set them jiggling.
"It's better if we stop right there," he said, "and just think about it until tonight. You know, anticipation is a large part of sex. You've got to look forward to it in order to enjoy it fully when it happens."
Susan turned to face him. "We're going to do it again tonight?"
"Unless you don't want to."
"Oh, I want to, all right!"
"Then it's settled."
Susan raised her dress over her head and let it settle down her body.
It was a wonderful new life that she had entered into, and she wanted to live it to the full. Bill was no longer the center of it. He was her husband, but only one man-of many, she dared to hope. Even Paul wouldn't satisfy her completely. Freedom implied a wide choice, and that was what Susan wanted.
She felt happy as she went off to work.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Susan, you certainly look fine today!" her middle-aged boss, Mr. Gallagher, said as she entered his office to take dictation. "But then, you're always cute as a button."
Gallagher's gray eyes, which could be flint hard when he was shouting orders to his construction foremen, seemed to melt as he took in the quivery mounds at the front of Susan's dress, then lowered to appreciate her cute bare knees.
"Thank you, sir," Susan responded to his compliment. She started to sit on the chair in front of his desk.
"No-no," he said quickly. "Over here." He indicated the chair beside the desk, which was within his full view-and within his reach, as well.
Smiling, Susan took it, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. She crossed her legs, letting her skirt glide back on her smooth, golden thighs.
"Yes sir!" Gallagher said, his eyes sweeping over her. "You look good enough to eat."
"Mr. Gallagher!" Susan laughed.
The gray-haired, thick-set man leaned forward. "Call me Fred, won't you? That is, when we're alone."
"All right ... Fred." It pleased Susan to exercise a privilege which, as far as she knew, had not been extended to any other girl in the office.
With obvious regret, Fred turned his attention to the papers on his desk. "The first letter," he said, "goes to...." He was shuffling through the correspondence.
"Oh, shit!" he said. "I don't feel like dictating."
He looked at Susan again, his eyes very warm. "Suzie ... I want to ask you something. Maybe I'm out of line, but I have to say this. I've wanted you since you first went to work here-I guess you know that. Will you go to a motel with me?"
It was typical of the big, brusque man to come right out with it, Susan thought. Not long ago, she would have been offended and would surely have stalked out of his office if he had presented her with such a blunt proposition. Perhaps she would even have quit her job. But the new Susan was intrigued.
He's got to be in his middle fifties, she thought. I wonder how a man that old fucks. I wonder if he even CAN.
Susan had to find out.
"Why do we have to go to a motel, Mr., uh, Fred?" she asked sweetly. "This office is private enough, isn't it? And you have a couch."
Fred's shaggy gray eyebrows lifted. "You mean you will? Right here? Right now!?"
"Why not?"
Susan was getting excited.
"Baby!" Fred exclaimed, and reached for her. But his hands stopped in mid-course, and he drew them back. "I ... I don't understand. In the past, when I've tried to touch you...."
"I know," Susan said, her eyes dancing.
"Then?" Fred hesitated. "Do you need money?"
Susan jumped to her feet. The mounds at the front of her dress shimmied tautly.
"That's an insult!" she said, her expression cross.
"I'm sorry. Please forgive me." Fred obviously was contrite. He rose and drew Susan into his arms. "I was just trying to understand."
"Maybe I want to do it as much as you do," Susan said carefully.
"My little girl!" Fred exclaimed, and hugged her.
It felt strange to Susan to be pressed against a man who had such a large belly-not that he was repulsively fat, but he was quite thick in the middle. She noticed that his penis wasn't hard. At least, she couldn't feel it poking her.
"Do you want me to get undressed?" she asked.
Fred drew back. He looked soulfully at her. "I would like to do this my way. Do you mind?"
"Well, uh, no. I guess not."
"Then just sit on the desk."
"On the desk?"
"Yes. Here-let me lift your dress first."
Susan stood compliantly while her middle-aged boss took hold of her skirt at both sides and drew it up her bare thighs. He exposed her pink panties.
"That's pretty," he said, eyeing her nylon-sheathed hips and loins. Her blonde pussy-hair cast a faint shadow through the sheer bikini briefs.
Holding her skirt bunched at her waist, Fred turned her back to his desk and boosted her onto the edge of it. She sat on some of his correspondence, but since there were no staples in the letters they didn't present a discomfort.
Susan was surprised when Fred sat in his swivel chair, which he then wheeled forward. He drew Susan's legs apart and wheeled right up between them.
"This is wonderful!" he said huskily, as if to himself, as he stared up Susan's vulnerable crotch, at the narrow strip of pink nylon which passed between her thighs. A few wispy blonde hairs curled into view along the elasticized edges of her pants.
Fred placed his hands on the outside of Susan's calves and slowly stroked upward, past her bent knees and along her smooth, tapering thighs. His caress extended all the way to her panties, and he petted her hips through the sheer silk. His hands slid down the inner slopes of her thighs where the flesh was very soft and warm. His seated position between Susan's legs forced her to keep her thighs wide open.
The position, with Fred staring at her crotch, was humiliating in a way. And yet, Susan thrilled. It was especially exciting to be caressed by and to expose herself before this older man, who happened also to be her boss.
Fred's eyes became softer, dreamier than she had ever seen them, and his breath was labored. He slid his hands all the way down Susan's legs and slowly removed her shoes. He stroked her feet and kissed one set of little pink toes.
Susan squirmed. The suspense was becoming unbearable.
Just what did Fred intend to do with her? she wondered.
He pressed his mouth against the inner side of her ankle. With agonizing slowness, he slid his lips along her calf and on upward onto her silken thigh. He was bent well forward, into her sweet-scented crotch. His hands had preceded his head and were stealing around the back of her panty-clad hips. He pulled Susan forward on the desk so that she perched on the very rim of it. Only her buttocks were supported, with her nylon-cupped pussy hanging forward.
Fred pressed his mouth against the center strip of her panties.
"Oooh!" Susan exclaimed, a thrill exploding in her depths.
The man chewed her sexual softness through her briefs, and she didn't know whether she liked that or not. But when he hooked her panties aside and began licking her naked cunt, Susan grooved.
It was obvious, from Fred's rapid breathing, that he was enjoying himself a great deal. His eager tongue stroked up one side of Susan's sexual crevice and down the other, plastering her silken hairs against the super-soft lips of her pussy. He kissed the tip of her stiffening clitty and sucked the pea-like protrusion into his mouth. His tongue fluttered excitingly against the sensitive nub.
"Oooh, Mr. Gallagher!" Susan exclaimed, wiggling her bare ass on top of his desk. She had forgotten to call him by his first name; it seemed inappropriate even though he was licking her between the legs.
His demanding tongue pressed between the slippery lips of her pussy and fucked her sweet, hot hole. Susan began bumping her hips.
She lay back across his desk and placed her legs on his shoulders. This was a more comfortable position for her and gave the middle-aged man easier access to the warm, throbbing channel which attracted his tongue.
There remained a slight problem, however: the crotch elastic of Susan's panties kept snapping Fred on the nose, and he had to keep hooking it back. Finally he straightened up and boosted Susan's legs into the air. He pulled her silky briefs up them and off her feet. He spread her legs wide apart, forming an erotic V.
The blonde girl's sweet cunt lay open like a split peach. Silken tendrils curled away from the fissure at each side. Fred's eyes caressed downward to where Susan's buttocks were crowded together. The dainty depression between them beckoned him.
He dropped his gray head into her crotch again. This time Susan crossed her legs around the back of his neck. He ate her young cunt ravenously.
"Oooh, daddy!" she said, not sure what had made that particular word pop out. "I love it!"
Fred licked in and out of all her sweet folds. His tongue stroked in and out of her grasping, slippery channel. He licked lower, between her rubbery buttocks, and pleasured her tingling asshole. Then his tongue swabbed upward along her slit to flutter to and fro across her clitty.
His hands slid along her front to fondle her firm breasts through the single layer of cloth that covered them. He pinched Susan's nipples through her dress.
She squirmed to push the top of her dress down. A bare titty flipped into Fred's eager hand. He clutched both smooth, conical tits and tugged upward on them, twisting and plucking at her tall, stiff nipples.
Susan wanted to reciprocate for the luscious oral loving he was giving her. But in her present position, that wasn't possible.
She was already coming in the way she had learned recently to do, like a rolling earthquake gradually increasing its intensity. She knew that would be interrupted for only a moment if she were to change positions and begin paying back the man's oral attentions. Then her climax would resume and grow even stronger.
She took her legs off Fred's shoulders and whined, "Let me get down in front of you!"
He straightened and looked at her, his eyes a bit glazed. "You really want to do that?" he asked, .as if he could scarcely believe it.
"Ooh, yesss!"
Fred shoved his chair back, and Susan slid off the desk. She dropped to her knees, her titties jouncing.
She opened the front of Fred's pants.
She found his penis quite small, in comparison to the other men she had played with, but it was stiffly extended. To her surprise, Fred's virility, if not his endowment, equaled that of the younger men.
Susan began licking the head of his cock.
"Oh, my God!" he exclaimed, and his prick quivered responsively.
Susan took his slippery cockhead into her mouth and sucked on it. Her orgasm resumed. Fred reached down and bounced her springy knockers in his hands as she bobbed her blonde head. She was able to guide her encircling lips to the very base of his cock with each lunge.' The zipper on his fly scratched her nose.
Fred squirmed in his chair, his cock twisting against the girl's caressing tongue. The wide, soft elastic of her lips skidded back and forth across his sensitive coronal ridge and along his spit-slick shaft.
This was more excitement than he had enjoyed in years, taking him back to the days of his youth. His wife had never gone down on him.
His excitement at a throbbing pitch, he told Susan, "Let me fuck you!"
She released his wet cock, allowing it to bob. She got dazedly to her feet. Her legs were weak, her lathered pussy tingling.
"On the couch?" she asked breathlessly.
"No. On the desk."
Susan didn't care where she got it, as long as she got it good ... and right away.
She held her skirt up and jumped backward onto the desk. She lay down, lifting her legs in the air.
Fred stood, quickly unbelting his trousers and dropping them. He dropped his shorts as well. His prick continued to bristle beneath his curved belly.
He moved up to Susan.
"Stick it right innnn!" she whined. "Ooh, give me your prick!"
The spit-moistened head of his organ parted the petals of her pussy and entered her snug, well-oiled channel. He penetrated her all the way to his balls. She was very snug and warm around him. It was a great thrill to feel her vaginal embrace at every point on his cock. When he stuck his dick into his wife-which didn't happen very often any more-he hardly knew he had it in anything, she was so loose.
Susan writhed with honest passion as her boss began to screw her. He stroked forward and back, rolling on the balls of his feet. He enjoyed the way her stuck-up titties jogged each time he plunged home. He placed his hands over those pink-nippled mounds and felt them vibrate-.
He fucked Susan with intense delight. She rose to one passionate peak after another. Fred showed no sign of giving out, though he was breathing hard.
Susan tossed her head to and fro, her golden hair whipping across the papers on his desk. She concentrated on the luscious thrust-thrust-thrust of his horny prick, its bulbous head rhythmically expanding her cunt-walls as it stroked relentlessly in and out.
She didn't hear the door open or see the shocked expression on the face of the young office girl who had come in to deliver a memo.
Fred saw her, and just kept on fucking.
"My goodness, excuse me!" the teenaged brunette said, her face turning pink, and she quickly withdrew.
"Wh-who was that?" Susan asked, not really caring, as her hips hungrily reached for stroke after stroke of Fred's cock.
"Just Mary. She got an eyeful, I'm afraid."
"Serves her right ... for just barging in."
Fred grasped Susan's legs and lifted them, holding them wide apart. He pounded his manhood into her, his pelvis slapping noisily against her crotch. This was added to the soft sloshing sound of prick-in-pussy.
Fred's accelerating rhythm told Susan that he was finally about to come. She surged greedily toward yet another climax. He fucked her with intense vigor.
She would never again doubt the capacity of older men. Fred could have been her grandfather, yet he was screwing her with all the gusto of a high-school football star. It was wonderful!
Her hips pounded out of control as Fred pumped rapidly into her tight, hot cunt. She squealed. Fred gasped and groaned. Susan felt his passion spurt," spraying her insides.
It was done.
"My darling!" the middle-aged man husked. "My sweet little girl!"
He bent to kiss her, then tenderly licked the tips of her tits.
"Ooh, daddy, that was so good!" Susan said, accompanying him on his fantasy trip.
The experience had proved very satisfying to them both.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Susan knew she was the talk of the office by that time, but she didn't care. Her new way of life demanded that she concern herself only with her own standards, which included getting all the sensual pleasure she desired without hurting anyone. This was the only morality that seemed to make any sense.
She had matured a great deal during the past few days.
Her process of maturing continued that night as she and Bill snuggled into bed with the Martinos. This time, as Paul had promised, they all got into the same bed together.
But before that, there were some pleasurable preliminaries.
"Why don't you two put on a strip show for us?" Paul suggested as the foursome sipped drinks in the living room.
Bill sat back, his eyes twinkling. "That sounds like fun!" he said.
"But I don't know how to strip," Susan protested. "It takes talent, doesn't it?"
Liz spoke up. "All it takes is a great body, which you've got, along with a little nerve. You've got that too, haven't you?"
"Well...." A foxy smile stole over Susan's girlish face. "Since I'm among friends, I guess it won't be so bad."
"Bad!" Paul exclaimed. "It'll be terrific! What do you say, Bill? You don't mind your cute wife stripping for the neighbors, do you?"
"Hell, no," Bill said, "if Liz will do a strip for me." .
"I'm going to enjoy it," the lush brunette said.
"Let Liz go first," her husband suggested, hopping to his feet. "Say, hon, where's that real raunchy rock music we used before?"
"It's there in the rack," Liz said, straightening the beads around her neck as she stood and waited. She smoothed her slinky red dress.
Paul found the albums he wanted, and put them on the stereo. In moments, the driving beat of guitars and drums filled the room.
"Okay now, let's just sit back and relax," Paul said, dropping into a chair next to Susan. "Liz baby, show 'em what you've got!"
"They've already seen what I've got," Liz responded as her hips began undulating to the earthy music. "But they've never watched me show it off like this," she added with a bump.
"Then show, baby, show!" Paul leaned back, wearing a proudly expectant grin.
Liz circled slowly in the center of the room, grinding her lush hips, shaking her titties in the flimsy top of her dress, which was deeply slashed between the golden mounds. Positioning herself directly in front of Bill, she slowly drew her skirt up as she bumped her hips at him. His eyes were on her beautifully contoured legs in dark nylons.
Her dress hem reached the taut bands at the tops of her stockings, which were gripped by glinting metallic garters. Her dress crept higher, and bare skin gleamed above her nylons. Bill admired the lush fullness of her bare thighs, which were mouth-wateringly smooth.
Liz continued lifting her dress until the lacy edges of black panties came into view. They were the fancy style that fit loosely at the thighs, a veritable cobweb of lace, under which her garter straps didn't quite disappear from view. Snatches of gleaming skin could also be seen, along with a wispy suggestion of pubic hair.
Bill's prick grew hard in his pants.
Liz turned and presented her bottom to him, planting her feet close together and bending slightly forward. Her lacy pants clung to her rounded buttocks, permitting their lower curves to pop into view. Her thighs were powerfully enticing above her black stockings.
Bill itched to reach out and grab her. But he knew that more excitement lay in store for him before the climactic moment arrived, and he wanted to enjoy it all. Susan watched Paul while his wife put on her show for Bill's benefit. Paul seemed genuinely proud of his wife's erotic appeal.
Susan kept thinking of the fact that she would have to get up and strip as soon as Liz was through. She wanted to do as well as the more sophisticated brunette, but was afraid she would look foolish by comparison.
Liz let her skirt drop as she straightened, then turned to face Bill once more. She deftly unfastened her dress. Smiling wickedly, she bent toward him. Her dress dropped from her shoulders, and her bare boobies swayed like tolling bells.
Bill wanted to rub the hardness in his pants. But he held off. Pretty soon, Liz would do that for him, he felt sure.
She let her dress all the way down and stepped out of it, flexing her stocking-clad legs. Her black garter straps pressed sensuously against the fullness of her upper thighs. Her lace panties teasingly revealed glimpses of her womanhood.
The strip dance picked up tempo as Liz wriggled and bumped her hips. Her generous buttocks quivered. She faced Bill and shook her bountiful breasts. They were like silken sacks of pudding.
She clutched a titty in each hand and wiggled them around and up and down, rubbing them against each other. She rolled and plucked at her large brown nipples.
Finally her hands glided down her front, and her lacquered nails disappeared beneath the elastic waistband of her fancy panties. The panties began sliding away from her belly, revealing the lacy cross-section of her black garter belt, then a flash of golden skin, followed by a luxuriant puff of black pubic hair.
Liz's panties slid along her thighs and whispered against her stockings. She flexed her beautiful legs in turn, taking the panties off. Standing with her legs together, her fluffy mons thrust forward, she twirled the panties on her finger and let them fly, striking Bill across the face.
He clutched the intimate garment and, grinning, rubbed it against his cheek, then across his nose and mouth. He placed the panties in his lap.
The rock music from the stereo seemed to gather intensity as Liz dropped to the green shag carpet. Folding her legs beneath her, she aimed her open crotch at Bill. She bobbed her dark-tufted belly up and down, her pussy lips wiggling against one another.
Bill wanted to kneel in front of her and drive his stiff prick into her cunt. But he held off, knowing that the time wasn't right.
Liz lay back and extended her lusciously contoured legs in the air. She flexed and swayed them to and fro, her soft crotch opening and closing. Her full thighs were delightfully dramatized by her dark stockings and garters. She rolled back and forth on her soft buttocks. Bill admired the little wisps of hair which were visible between those rubbery mounds.
Abruptly Liz rolled onto her belly, sticking her ass in the air. She spread her flexed legs, frog-like, and her cute, crinkled anus was on display.
For the first time in his life, Bill was conscious of an urge to fuck a woman up her butt. He ached to drive his big dick into Liz's defenseless asshole.
Still he held off. But he hoped the strip show wouldn't last much longer, because he needed action.
As if by some sixth sense, Liz perceived that the time was right to terminate her act. She got gracefully to her feet and, laughing, rushed to Bill, dropping onto his lap.
"Okay, baby, it's your turn," Paul said to Susan, patting her on the thigh.
She stood, tingling with excitement. Since Liz had put on her act mainly for Bill's benefit, Susan felt it was only proper to concentrate her attentions on Paul. Anyway, she wanted to do so.
Standing in front of him, she began to sway to the driving rock rhythm. She wasn't sure exactly what to do, even after having watched Liz, but she responded to a natural urge that came over her. She unfastened the top of her dress and let it fall limp.
Her blue brassiere was topless, and her cream-colored boobies quivered temptingly in the half-cups that held them.
She worked her dress over her hips and down, exposing blue, lace-trimmed briefs with a white flower appliqu'd at their side. Her cute belly button was displayed above the low-cut panties. She wore no stockings. Her golden legs were smooth and lovely, giving Paul a powerful urge to lick them.
But he held off, as Bill had done when Paul's wife was performing for him.
Bill was now free to enjoy himself actively, however, and he was doing so as Liz sat on his lap. One of his hands cupped and squeezed her hairy, warm cunt, while the other supported a heavy breast from underneath, directing its stiff nipple to his sucking lips. Liz's soft bottom squirmed against the stiff dick in his pants.
Susan, down to bra and panties, turned her back to Paul and shook her bottom shamelessly. Her buttocks vibrated in the thin briefs that cuddled them. She stopped shaking and ground her lovely ass, causing a pucker in the blue nylon to pull this way and that across the shadowy cleft between her buttocks. The leg elastics of her panties had pulled up, exposing the lower rims of her creamy rear cheeks.
She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Turning toward Paul, she took the bra away and shook her pink-nippled titties. A rosiness had come to her cheeks, and her pussy lips were lathering with excitement.
Susan wondered whether professional strippers got turned on that way when they were performing in front of men. Perhaps she was putting more into her act than they did, or perhaps she was just sexier.
She watched Paul's eyes as she wriggled and bumped her hips in front of him, running her hands up and down her body, flipping her erect, springy tits.
She slowly lowered her panties, exposing her golden cloud of pussy hairs. Hooking her thumbs around the top of her pants, she stretched the elastic band this way and that while the crotch of her panties clung to her moist cunt. Gradually she let her panties down, and the damp nylon reluctantly gave up its embrace of her tingling snatch. She took a leaf out of Liz's book and turned the other way, bending forward to work her panties down her legs.
She knew Paul was eyeing her between the buttocks as she remained bent far forward and lifted her legs, in turn, to take her panties off. Had she known what he was thinking as he focused on her winking asshole, she would have been frightened, but as it was she felt only a warm, rosy glow.
She turned to face Paul and dropped her panties on the rug.
"Come here, baby," he said, and extended his arms.
Susan gratefully terminated her strip act and hurried to Paul's lap. He wrapped his arms around her, and they kissed with clinging lips and moistly stroking tongues. He fondled her titties.
Liz and Bill had progressed to a more advanced stage. She was unbuttoning his shirt, then slid it off. She opened the top of his trousers.
Because it was impossible for her to continue her stripping of him while she sat on his lap, Liz slid off his knees and down to the carpet. Bill followed, his trousers rumpling at his knees. His prick formed a mountain at the front of his stretchy briefs.
Liz pulled his briefs down.
"That's what I want!" she exclaimed as she clutched his stiffly bobbing prick.
Susan twisted on Paul's lap to watch as Liz bent her head and began licking Bill's cock. Kneeling, he leaned back and shut his eyes. His twisting lips told silently of the thrills that coursed through him as Liz's talented tongue fluttered along his shaft.
Paul cupped Susan's tits and squeezed them. He twisted her sensitive nipples.
"Want to do that for me?" he asked her as she gazed in fascination at her husband getting head from Liz.
"Yesss. Ooh, yessss," Susan hissed, and slid down onto her knees on the carpet.
Paul pulled his polo-style shirt up and over his head while Susan opened his pants. She didn't attempt to remove the trousers but was content for the moment to just pull his pecker out through the fly. She fitted her pink lips around the crown of his cock and began to suck it.
He reached down and cupped her dangling but still-firm tits. Catching her stiff nipples between his fingers, he squeezed them as he bounced her lush titties up and down.
Susan helped with the bouncing, also, because by that time she was bobbing her head on his cock. His thick glans skidded along her velvety tongue, forging into the opening of her throat. She enjoyed the feeling of the big thing thrashing in her mouth and threatening to stopper her throat with each plunge. She also delighted in the gliding of Paul's hard, slick shaft between her widely spread lips.
Liz was licking Bill's balls, while his cock poked upward alongside her nose. She pleasurably inhaled his raunchy fragrance. Her teeth tugged at the hairs that curled round his nuts. Her rosy tongue waggled up his shaft and stroked its slick head.
Bill quivered with delight.
Gradually Liz's lips widened and capped his cockhead. She began to hunch, sucking his prick in long, slow, sensuous strokes.
The two husbands looked at their own wives giving head. Each gazed down and looked at the other's wife giving head to him. It was exciting in a strange way that neither man could define.
Finally Liz raised her head and quickly turned around on her knees. She leaned fully forward, pressing her breasts against the carpet. Her sumptuous ass was poised in front of Bill. She spread her knees to show him the dark, crinkly indentation between her buttocks.
For the second time, Bill was gripped by a great urge to fuck her the wrong way. This time he couldn't resist. He clutched Liz's thighs, stroking his hands up and down across her dark stocking tops and along her garters. He moved up behind her.
His stiff prick, which was wet with her saliva, collided with her snug anus. He grasped her hips.
Giving a hearty groan, he thrust forward.
To his happy surprise, Liz's asshole popped open. She emitted only an excited gasp as Bill's thick cockhead was entrapped by her hot butt. He pushed harder, grinding his cock, and his stiff member sank all the way up her tight, grasping ass.
"Jesus!" he husked with delight, and began to fuck Liz's beautiful, upturned bottom.
She wriggled her ass voluptuously, its narrow passage massaging Bill's embedded cock as it had never been massaged before. He was gliding in and out of the very tight hole which rotated around him.
Paul watched his wife getting buggered and elected that the time was right to work his own unnatural will on Susan. He lifted her sucking mouth off his dick and turned her so that she couldn't see what Liz and Bill were doing.
Paul had fucked Liz in the ass many times, and she was adjusted to it. She knew how to relax her anal muscles to permit easy entry of a prick. But for Susan, the first time might be traumatic, Paul knew, and he didn't want to frighten her in advance.
He pushed her forward onto the rug and said, "Now just lie quietly."
She was content to do so as sweet thrills continued to bubble through her.
Paul spread her legs apart and snuggled down between them. He gazed at the creamy cheeks of her bottom. His hands slid up the backs of her thighs until they reached her buttocks and gradually encompassed the lush mounds. His thumbs sunk into the crack between the buns.
Susan got a new burst of excitement when Paul stretched her rubbery buttocks apart. She still didn't know what lay in store for her, but she thrilled to the realization that Paul was closely examining her asshole.
Her excitement grew much more intense as Paul pressed his face between her rear cheeks. Susan whined and quivered as he licked her hotly tingling anus, drooling saliva into the little nest of puckers.
"Ooh, that's so nasty!" she couldn't help but exclaim, and her buttocks bumped Paul's cheeks.
But he just kept licking her asshole, his tongue swabbing up and down her crack, then circling on the dimple. Before Susan knew what was happening, Paul had corkscrewed his wet tongue into her ass and was stroking in and out, widening and softening her sphincter.
"Oooh ... ooh ... ooooh...." she panted, enjoying his tongue-fucking of her butt.
The sensation was strangely stimulating, and Paul's tongue didn't thrust in too deep or stretch her anus wide enough to cause discomfort.
Suddenly he stopped tonguing her asshole, and Susan wanted to ask him to do it some more. But before she could get the words out, she felt something else pressing against her softened dimple. She looked around and realized that the something was Paul's prick.
"NO!" she exclaimed, panic-stricken. "Ooh, please don't do thaaat!"
"Shut up!" Paul exclaimed, having turned brutish. His dark eyes glinted, and his lips curled back, exposing his teeth.
"Nooooh!" Susan bawled as he twisted his stiff cock against her suddenly tensed anus.
But Paul paid not the slightest heed to her protests. He kept grinding his slick cockhead against her equally slick but closed portal. He pushed as hard as he could.
Susan gasped. She moaned."
"Relax!" Liz exclaimed, watching her. "Let your asshole get loose!"
Susan stared with unbelieving eyes at the spectacle of her own husband fucking the other woman's butt. Liz actually seemed to be enjoying it, rotating her hips as Bill stroked his long cock in and out.
Susan couldn't relax, however. Her tight little asshole continued to resist Paul's efforts to penetrate it. Her anus burned. The pressure was terrible.
Paul was undaunted. Still gripping Susan's hips to hold her ass up, he kept grinding and pushing his prick against her resisting rear.
"Oooh, nooooh ... nooooh ... noooh...." she sobbed.
"Take it, God damn you!" Paul snarled.
As he continued pushing, Susan's sphincter began to open by degrees. The tight elastic ring widened. Susan gasped and held her breath. She was powerless to stop this awful thing from happening.
Her tortured asshole was stretched wide open, and Paul's prick was pushing relentlessly into it. Suddenly his entire thick cockhead popped inside, and the elastic sphincter snapped around the back of his corona.
"Oooh, my ... GOD!" Susan panted.
It felt as if a big, clenched fist had been slammed up her backside.
The sensation became even more intense as Paul rotated his cock in her anus, driving it deeper, inch by inch. The "fist" had become a red-hot poker with a knob on the end of it. It was literally skewering Susan's rear.
She felt Paul way up inside her guts, where she had never felt a penetration before. He sank deeper yet.
Finally he began to stroke, fucking his thick prick in and out of her stretched and burning asshole.
"Oooooooh!" Susan bawled.
Paul grinned, showing white teeth firmly set. His eyes remained hot and hard.
He looked at Bill, happily fucking in and out of Liz's ass, while he pumped his own prick in the plundered asshole of Bill's wife. The sensation was magnificent as her hot anus gripped him, throbbing spastically as it slid up and down his slick shaft. His prickhead was probing her squishy depths.
Susan suffered. But even in her pain, which was not all that intense any more, she began to derive sensuous pleasure. There were sensitive nerve-ends in her anus which enjoyed the stroking of Paul's prick in her widely stretched passage.
She writhed.
She began to thrust her ass backward, seeking each humiliating plunge of his cock, and she realized that she was deriving a psychological pleasure, also, from the brutal assault. He was mastering her, working his will upon her in the most debasing way a man could do with a woman, and she was actually enjoying it!
Bill and Paul exchanged grins as they assfucked each other's wives.
Their strokes increased in tempo. Soon they were slapping their bellies briskly against the women's upturned bottoms. Their pricks were thrusting deep within the women's bowels. Liz's and Susan's assholes were clutching the men's stroking cocks, rippling along the bone-hard shafts.
Bill was the first to come, gushing his warm cream into Liz's squishy guts. She climaxed with him.
Susan panted and moaned wildly as Paul fucked her asshole with frenzied force. Her head swam. Her eyes watered. Suddenly she started coming, and the orgasm seemed to explode from deep inside her, radiating through her rectum and cunt and all up and down her body. She clawed at the shag rug, rubbing her tits against it.
Paul dug his fingers into her soft hips and held his prick balls-deep in her asshole as the massive thing jerked, its glans expanding in her throbbing bowels. Then his sperm spewed into her in thrilling spurts that felt like molten fire.
Susan moaned more harshly than ever and had a second climax. She shook all over as Paul kept coming in her rear. His prick jerked and jerked in her spastically clutching asshole as he pushed her flat against the carpet, bearing in and down.
It was the deepest, most powerful-and, yes, most thrilling-orgasm of Susan's life.
But she would never admit that to Paul or any other man, she immediately resolved. She felt she couldn't allow herself ever to be abused that way again.
Through the long, passionate night, the couples-who had cleansed themselves thoroughly after their first, tumultuous sex act, writhed together in the Martino's king-sized bed, giving and taking lust in a variety of ways.
Finally the women rolled against each other and embraced as the men screwed their pussies from the rear, all four persons lying on their sides. Susan experienced the new thrill of being kissed and caressed by Liz-of having her titties sucked by a woman!-as Paul's prick stroked tirelessly in and out of her slit.
Then the foursome formed a daisy chain, in which Susan sucked Paul's prick while she was screwed by her own husband from behind, and Paul tongued his wife's pussy while she licked Bill's balls and the slippery shaft he was stroking in Susan's hotly throbbing snatch.
They didn't fall asleep until nearly dawn.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Susan was sleepy the next day at the office. But her droopy-eyed and slightly disheveled appearance must have been appealing to her male co-workers, or else it was the stories which had been spreading about her that had turned them on. They hung around her, making suggestive remarks, and she continually had to slap away hands that pawed her braless titties through her blouse and pinched her impudent rear.
Around mid-morning, Cal Hornaday came over to her desk and said, "I've got to take a run out to that shopping center we're building on Gladstone Road. I want you to come along to take notes."
This had never happened before, and Susan was suspicious. "Have you cleared it with Mr. Gallagher?" she asked.
"Shit, there's no need to do that," Cal said. "Anyway, the old man isn't here."
"Well, I suppose it's all right," Susan decided, and took her purse from her desk.
All eyes followed her sexy, churning buttocks as she accompanied Cal from the office.
He owned a tiny sports car, which he drove on errands associated with his work, thereby qualifying for a generous expense allowance. Susan was forced to sit very close to him as they drove out of town, and each time he changed gears he let his hand drop from the stick shift to her thighs. At first, she slapped his hand away, but his caresses got to feeling better and better, and she let him get bolder as the drive progressed. Finally she kept her thighs wide apart and thrilled as he petted her pussy through her clinging silk pants. He laughed when he felt the moisture seeping through her briefs.
"Ooh God, is it much farther?" Susan asked, panting.
"We're almost there, baby," Cal said with a chuckle. "Then I'm going to give you a damned good fucking!"
"Oooh, yessss!" Susan breathed sibilantly.
Cal whirled the sports car off the highway and along a rutted dirt road to the construction site. A huge parking lot was to occupy the field that they were crossing. As the rough ride jostled Susan about, her aroused pussy throbbed all the hotter.
By the time Cal stopped the car and Susan got out, she was ready to be fucked right there on the ground. But there were men working on the partially erected buildings, in plain view, and she didn't know how the sex would be managed.
Cal rounded the rear of the car and joined her, patting her springy ass. This sent a new throb through Susan.
"Come on, baby," Cal said, and approached the project.
Susan walked on shaky legs beside him, picking her way across the rough ground.
"Hey, Cal, who've you got there?" a huge man bellowed from a girder overhead.
"The girl you said you wanted to meet," Cal replied. "I was telling you about her yesterday."
Susan blushed as she imagined what had been said.
The big man on the girder grinned. "All right!" he exclaimed. "I'm comin' down. Hey, guys-this is that hot chick from the office!"
The whole crew, of about a dozen men, put down their tools and began descending from the partially completed construction. Susan was terrified. She glanced frantically about.
The location was so far off the highway that the passing traffic couldn't see what was going on, and there were no other structures nearby.
"Baby, I want you to meet Bull Thompson," Cal said as the huge construction foreman approached, swaggering in his tight jeans that bulged at the crotch.
Cal turned to the man. "Bull, this is Susan-the hottest piece of ass in these parts."
"Cal!" Susan exclaimed in humiliation.
"Is that true, baby?" Bull demanded, his fleshy face split by a lustful grin as he gazed down at her from his six-feet-plus height. "Are you as quick to fuck as they say?"
"I'm getting out of here!" Susan exclaimed, tingling all over as she turned to head for the highway.
Cal lunged after her, grasping her wrist and whirling her around. He slapped one hand over a mound in her blouse and ran his other hand up under her skirt at the rear. Susan turned to jelly as he squeezed her tit and audaciously pushed her silk panties into the crack of her butt, his finger twisting at her hot asshole.
"Feel that knob," Cal said to Bull, indicating the breast he was not squeezing. "See how firm and springy it is."
Bull grasped Susan's other tit.
"Christ Almighty!" he growled as he massaged the erect titty. "I haven't felt one that good since high school."
Susan knew her doom was sealed as the men humiliatingly abused her and made her love it. The entire crew was gathering around, grinning.
"Show Bull how much you like him," Cal said to the flushed, panting girl. "You suck, don't you, baby?"
"Ooh, yes ... yessss...." Susan heard herself say. And she dropped to her knees in the dirt.
Her brain was swirling as she opened the front of Bull's pants. He looked down, not saying anything, but she could feel him go tense as she snaked her hand into his tight clothes, grasped his warm, rope-like prick, and brought it out.
It wasn't like a rope, she decided, as she stared glassy-eyed at the huge meaty organ which curved forward from the fly of his jeans. It was more like a salami, with a big knob at the end. Trembling, Susan lifted the organ toward her lips.
The eves of a dozen men were on her as she opened her pink mouth and took Bull's soft but very sizeable cockhead inside. His musky scent engulfed her, and his sexual tang spread over her tongue as she champed on his bulbous knob. H's stem, momentarily soft though thick between her lips, stiffened and grew even thicker. His glans ballooned to fill her mouth.
Susan began bobbing her blonde head on the biggest prick she had yet sucked. The thing seemed to be ten inches long, and she couldn't take much of it within her mouth. Her lips were stretched so wide that they hurt. Each time she lunged on the monster cock, its bulging head jammed into her throat, completely clogging it. As her eyes watered and her throat muscles threatened to gag, she had to give up gliding her encircling lips on Bull's shaft, and she just worked on the knob of his massively upthrust cock, stroking its horny ridge between her painfully stretched lips and licking its slippery end with her frenzied tongue.
From the corners of her eyes, she saw the other men dropping their pants. Pricks were bristling all around her. Even Cal stood with his trousers bunched at his ankles, his cock sticking up hot and hard.
"Have a heart, Bull!" one of the other workmen said. "Give somebody else a break."
With obvious reluctance, Bull pulled his prick from Susan's mouth, making a loud Pop! He stepped aside, his cantilevered cock swaying as it trailed a gloaming string of the girl's saliva. Another prick was thrust at Susan, and she eagerly mouthed it.
The men lined up.
Susan sucked cocks until her lips were sore and her throat burned. They came at her in all sizes and in colors ranging from white to brown-to jet-black. But the bald or skinned knobs were all rosy or purplish, and they tasted just about the same. Each new one gave Susan a fresh blast of flavor, and she sucked each as long as the tart, musky taste lasted.
She was coming in a series of hot bursts, her wet thighs rubbing together, her cunt tingling against her sopped panties. Her bare knees hurt from the rough ground she knelt on.
After all the men had been serviced, though none to the point of climax, someone shoved her down into the dirt. Hot, sweaty hands worked over her, pulling off her panties and opening her blouse. Her titties were mauled, her legs wrenched apart. Then began the fucking. One man after another jumped atop her, spearing her with his stiff prick and fucking rapidly to climax. Spurt after spurt of hot semen splashed into her cunt. Soon it began overflowing and drooling down her crotch. Each thrust sent a viscous spray spurting. All the while, Susan's mouth was smeared by wet kisses-not necessarily from the man who was atop her at the moment. Other wet lips and tongues attacked her firm, tingling nipples. Her pumped pussy throbbed, rippling in spasms around prick after prick.
Bull was the last to approach her, and he chose to come at her from the rear. As his tremendously thick, long prick was thrust up her tight asshole-which didn't have either the opportunity or inclination to tighten against his brutal assault-another workman thrust his dick into her mouth. Susan hunched forward and back, mouthing one prick and taking the other up her ass, moaning against the meaty shaft that stroked between her lips.
The man who was fucking her mouth let go, splashing his thick, warm cream over her tongue and down her gulping throat just as Bull erupted in her rear, hosing her bowels with his cum.
She passed out.
Susan might have concluded that the whole degrading experience was only a bad dream except for the fact that, when she awakened, she was in the back of a station wagon and Fred Gallagher himself was going at her. She realized then that he had been parked there, watching the whole thing that had transpired earlier.
"It was ... magnificent!" the middle-aged man huffed as he fucked her. "I've never ... seen anything like it! You were ... such a ... wonderful slut!"
Slut ... slut ... slut! Susan thought.
Indeed she was!
She bobbed her flooded cunt up at the large bellied man who energetically speared it.
"Now!" he suddenly exclaimed. "Finish me with your mouth!"
He pulled his slimy prick from her snatch, scrambled forward astride her, and thrust the cum-dripping shaft between her lips. She took it and sucked it, climaxing for a final time as the man's passion burst and he flooded her throat with a torrent of gushing cream.
Susan quit her job that day and received a generous severance check.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
For a while, Susan didn't mind spending her days at home, because Paul usually got off work early and she could get in a quickie with him before the evening's party commenced.
Then suddenly the pleasurable arrangement ended. Paul was transferred to a company branch in the East, and the Martinos moved away.
Bill and Susan had only each other, and it was dull. They continued to profess a love for each other, and both believed they really meant it, but they required more sexual stimulation than the other was able to give.
One day while Susan lounged at home, bored to the point where she considered going out to a bar and picking up a man, she heard a sound from downstairs. She rushed to the front window and saw a young couple moving into the apartment which the Martinos had occupied.
The man was tall and sandy-haired, with boyish features. He displayed a lithe, muscular build in shorts and an open shirt that showed the golden fuzz on his chest. His wife was brunette, like Liz, but almost five years younger. Firm titties bobbed braless under a scarf-like blouse which draped over her front and left her back bare. Her very short shorts revealed tanned legs that tapered lusciously from trim ankles to arched calves to full, mouth-watering thighs. As she left the building to bring more belongings from the van that was parked in front, Susan watched her saucy ass twitch.
Bill will go bananas for that! she thought.
Perhaps it was proof of her love for him that she considered his pleasure as well as her own. She was already mentally going to bed with the brunette's handsome husband, feeling the eager thrust of his stiffly excited prick.
Susan didn't wait for Bill to get home that night, but spruced herself up and hurried downstairs right away. She introduced herself to the new tenants, who were Clint and Barbie Wagner.
Clint's blue eyes twinkled as he took in Susan's pert curves. Barbie didn't seem to mind, appreciating her neighbor's friendliness.
"I'm so glad there's a young couple living upstairs from us!" Barbie said. "Clint and I were afraid we might have some old stuffy neighbors who wouldn't be any fun at all."
"Oh, Bill and I are lots of fun," Susan said with a wise glint in her eyes. "Why don't all of us get together tonight, and we'll try to prove it."
"Hey, that sounds great!" Barbie chirped. "What do you say, honey?" she asked her husband.
"I say, let's do it!"
Clint was looking at Susan's firm, thrusting breasts in a way that suggested he was ready to do it to her at that very moment.
A date was made for nine o'clock in the Townleys' apartment, and Susan happily tripped upstairs.
She could hardly contain herself for the balance of the day. But at least she had something to look forward to, unlike all the previous days since the Martinos had left.
When Bill arrived home, she hurried to him and snuggled into his arms.
"Hey, what's all this?" he asked, for he wasn't used to such an amorous greeting lately.
"Guess what?" Susan said excitedly. "A new couple moved in downstairs. They're very young and ... wow, wait until you see the wife! She's got titties that just won't quit and such a cute butt!"
Bill grasped his wife by the arms and moved her slightly away from him so that he could look her in the face. "And the husband? I'll bet you've got the hots for him, hm?"
"Oh, yes! He's tall and blond and very handsome."
"Okay. When do we get acquainted?"
"Tonight!" Susan exclaimed happily. "They're coming up here at nine. And, baby, I don't think they're going to be hard to convert at all. They look ready to swing right now."
Bill seemed happy about the prospect. But he was a bit pensive, as well.
"You know," he remarked, "I'll bet that's just the way Liz talked about us when we first moved in."
"Oh, we weren't as ready as this couple. They know where it's at."
"You figure they've swung before?"
"Maybe not. But they're looking for fun, Bill. And, wow, are we going to give it to them!"
"You know, you're terrible!"
"Shut up, and let's get dinner out of the way," Susan said. "Then we'll take a bath and...."
She didn't need to finish the sentence, because she and Bill were thinking along the very same lines, imagining what was to happen later in the evening....
"Ooh, man!" Clint exclaimed as he stood in the center of the bedroom, looking down at Susan's pink little tongue which was fluttering along his stiffly upthrust prick. "You sure know how to turn a guy on!"
Susan smiled up at him, letting his pecker rub against her cheek. "Don't give me that bullshit!" she said. "You were turned on as soon as we walked in here."
"Yeah, but ... wow! Lick my cock some more-huh, baby?"
Her blue eyes sparkling, Susan resumed pleasuring the young stud's prick. She kept looking up at him, watching the tension in his face, the hotness in his eyes. She felt his cock quiver against her lips and tongue.
She licked up onto the bulging knob of his organ and fluttered her tongue against its gaping vent. His pecker jerked, and a drop of clear lubricant oozed out, which Susan quickly lapped up.
She fitted her pink lips around the end of his organ and sucked gently.
"God!" Clint exclaimed, and clutched her blonde head.
Her encircling lips slowly crawled over the fullness of his glans and locked in the groove behind his corona. She flagellated his smooth, spongy cockhead with her tongue while she rhythmically compressed and relaxed her lips. She skidded the soft, elastic circle of her lips up and down across the sensitive ridge of his glans.
"Oh Christ, I'm going to COME!" Clint exclaimed.
Susan pumped her o-shaped lips rapidly on his cock. She wanted him to come in her mouth, then he would have more resistance when the fucking began. Her head swirled as she cocksucker him briskly.
Clint groaned, rocking forward and back on the balls of his feet. He fucked his pretty neighbor's mouth with gusto.
"Uuh ... uuuuuh ... AARGH!" he panted. His body tensed like a bow, his cockhead swelled, and he let go a hot spurt of rich, thick cream which splashed over Susan's tongue and down her throat.
She thrilled as she drank his sperm, champing harder on his ballooning glans. He spurted again and again. Susan gulped rapidly, but could not swallow all his cum. Some of the thick, viscous fluid oozed out around his twitching shaft and dribbled down her chin. Foam flecked her lips.
She continued sucking Clint's cock until it shrank to utter softness. Finally she let it go, and it dragged down her chin, flopping away. She smiled up at the happily satiated man, her mouth still wet with his sperm and some of it hanging from her chin like egg-white.
"Ooh wow, you're something else!" was all he could say.
Susan laughed and licked her lips. She rubbed a finger across her chin and licked it clean. Then she stood up.
She was wearing yellow panties trimmed in white lace. Her tits were bare. Clint pulled her against his nude body and kissed her on the mouth. She writhed, dragging her stiff nipples through his bristly chest-hairs.
She slid away from him and dropped onto the bed, stretching out on her tummy. Over her shoulder she smiled at him, watching his eyes caress the pert mounds which stretched the yellow silk of her panties. The lower portion of each buttock was revealed below the lacy white edge of her briefs.
Clint got down onto the bed beside her. Kneeling, he ran his hand over her springy ass. He gave her an experimental pat and watched her silk-encased buttocks quiver.
"Take my panties off," she said.
Clint gave a little growl and nestled down beside her. He slowly lowered her briefs, petting her bare buttocks as they gradually became exposed. His lips moved along her spine, across the dip at the small of her back and onto a firm, resilient buttock. He licked and nipped the enticing flesh.
Slowly he pulled Susan's panties all the way down her legs and off. He licked the backs of her calves and thighs. Susan gently moved her legs apart.
Clint gazed at the beauty of her blonde fringed cunt and at the enticing dimple which winked at him from between her buttocks as she writhed voluptuously. He pressed his face against a satiny butt-cheek, licking very close to her crack.
Susan moved slightly so that his tongue skidded into her rear cleft. She thrilled as the man licked her asshole.
He drove his nose into the crack between her buttocks and struck at her throbbing pussy with his tongue. Susan rotated her hips, rubbing her soft, musk-scented pussy against his mouth. His tongue gradually became trapped in her slippery little fuckhole, and he licked lustfully in and out.
Susan rolled over and wrapped her legs around his neck. Giving a happy growl, Clint burrowed into her soft, enticing snatch.
She started coming as he licked in and out of her wiggly cuntal folds, then fluttered the tip of his oral organ against the pea-like protrusion of her clitty.
Finally Clint raised his head and moved forward atop her. Susan felt his re-stiffened prick batting her thigh. She reached down and grasped the hot, hard column.
"I want you to fuck me all night long with this beautiful prick," she said, squeezing it.
"Baby, will I!"
Clint paused for only a few moments to lick the extended pink tips of her titties and to take a few sucks at them, squeezing the luscious mounds with his big hands. Then he was fully atop her, driving his rigid cock between the lathered lips of her cunt and into her hot, tight passage.
He gasped when he felt how snug she was.
She began to wriggle her cunt around him, flexing its encircling muscles. She had picked up some of Liz's tricks.
"Ooh, baby, that's wild!" Clint exclaimed, and sealed his hot mouth to hers.
Their tongues stroked liquidly together as his prick pumped gloriously in and out of her clasping, wriggling pussy.
The door of the bedroom opened and Barbie entered, followed by Bill. They both were nude, and Bill's cock was stiffly erect. Barbie's tits were less full than Susan's but very shapely, with lengthy brown nipples which struck out and upward. Her cute jugs jiggled as Bill guided her to the bed.
"Ooh, man!" she said to him. "Look at Clint fuck your wife!"
"That's just how I'm going to fuck you," Bill told her.
"Hurry!" Barbie begged, and she flopped down onto the king-sized bed beside Susan.
The latter smiled at her and said, "Welcome to the club."
"Ooh, you two are wild!" Barbie chirped happily.
Clint smiled proudly at his cute wife, continuing to stroke his stiff prick in Susan as Bill mounted Barbie. Bill rubbed his hand back and forth across the crests of her upthrust titties, enjoying their springy jiggle and the way her tall, rubbery nipples bent to and fro.
Barbie clutched his stiff prick. "Stick it in me, man!" she said huskily.
Bill twisted his head, clamping his moist lips around a titty-tip and licking as he sucked. At the same time, he worked his hips so that the end of his stiffly extended cock was caught between the petals of Barbie's cunt. He pushed, driving his happy dick all the way up inside her.
She moaned and began to hunch right away. Her titty bobbed away from Bill's mouth. Supporting himself on straight arms, he gazed down at Barbie as he fucked her. He glanced at his pretty blonde wife, who was being fucked by Clint.
Bill knew, just as Susan did, that swapping would be a way of life for them from that time on. There would be no escaping it, as long as they were energetic enough to screw and attractive enough to be desired by others.
Clint seemed delighted to fuck Susan while his wife was being fucked by Susan's husband. His eyes shifted back and forth from Susan to Barbie as he stroked his stiff prick in Susan's writhing, bumping hole which was butter slick and very warm.
Bill pumped his cock in Barbie, enjoying the eager way in which she thrust her hips up at him.
The mattress rocked and rolled beneath the happily screwing couples.
The women panted with delight. The men fucked them more intensely.
Time stood still as the room seemed to whirl around the bouncing, softly creaking bed. Two long, stiff pricks pumped in two happy, twisting holes.
Barbie and Susan moaned. The men who were atop them growled. Bill's cock twitched at the same moment that Clint's did, and both men burrowed deep into the cunts of each other's wives. Their lust exploded.
"Darling!" Barbie exclaimed as she reached up and clutched Bill, hugging him against her vibrating body.
"Baby!" Clint husked to Susan, burying his warm mouth in her neck as his cock continued twitching and spurting in her rippling cunt.
Bill and Susan had found happiness once more, and the Wagners had been introduced to a new way of life-one that they might never want to relinquish.
