Lew and Gail came to a mutual decision regarding their marriage. While both were relatively young, successful, and loved each other, they both agreed that they were bored with their sex life.
After careful consideration, Lew finally arrived at a possible solution. His suggestion was that Gail should go to a wife swapping party with him and see if a new man would pep her up.
Many months and many men later, Lew and Gail both agreed ... swapping was the only way to live!
CHAPTER ONE
The way it had been at bedtime, sticky, both of them grimly silent, waiting for the other one to say, "I'm sorry," he knew he shouldn't do it. He knew it would be unfair to her and would, in all probability, make her even more sullen and angry during the coming day.
But when you wake up out of a sound sleep on the verge of a wet dream, Jesus, there's something wrong.
Of course, there's been something wrong with the marriage for years, but he wasn't thinking of that. He woke, his body, six-one, one-seventy pounds, kept in shape by working in the yard and chopping wood for the fireplace, curled up close to Gail's warmth. She had not been angry enough the previous evening to punish him by putting on night clothing. She was, he guessed, so used to sleeping nude that she hated constricting pajamas as much as he did.
So, in the coolness of an October morning, with the window open over their heads, she felt damned good. He'd put his arm over her in his sleep and had his hand cupped under her left breast. It was full and hot and sweet in his hand. Funny thing about Gail, she never got sweaty. He felt a little bit of night warmth between his legs and under his arms, a slightly damp feeling. But she was smooth and cool and his skin seemed to slide on hers like rich velvet.
He'd been dreaming of a faceless female and just as he'd awakened he'd put his hand between her legs to feel the heat and wetness of a ready cunt and then, with a wet dream only seconds away he'd come out of it and, at first, he'd been a bit angry. You're married to a damned good-looking broad for seventeen years and the sex is always fine and then some pissy little argument comes along and you go to sleep with a hard on, too stubborn to say, "Hey, honey, let's knock off the shit, huh?"
You go to sleep with a hard on, wanting to roll over, put your hands on that fine, familiar body, feel the great, pointed tits, the rounded ass, the little pleasure belly which tapered down to that strong, protruding mound of Venus bushed with that healthy, dark brown hair. You wake with your cock stone hard, sperm simmering up inside you, ready to shoot out in a white, hot stream and you feel that great bod next to you.
He was curled around her. She was on her left side. He had his arm around her and his hard cock was sticking up between the soft, hot hemispheres of her ass, its head seeking warmth there between her legs.
At thirty-five, Gail was in her glory as a woman, fully mature, five feet six inches of sex appeal. She had the most beautiful legs he'd ever seen, better than anything he'd seen in the movies, in magazines, perfect legs, long legs, graceful legs. She had this wild, trim waist which seemed about to pinch her body into two parts, with big, womanly outflowing hips below, and those great knockers above. They, those great tits, had a muscle tone as firm as any eighteen year old, stood alone, often unbra'ed. So firm were they that Gail could get away with going braless and no one would ever guess unless someone brushed up against her or she started thinking sexy and the nipples began to push out. Then it looked as if she had size 32-B nipples.
So you're lying there, occasionally twitching in the cock you're so full of it, and you're thinking about the night, how you and Gail really tried to de-ball each other with words and you tell yourself you're not going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that you need her.
But your cock has a mind of its own. A hard cock has no shame. He's pushed up between the cheeks of her ass, reaching for that wet, hot spot just ahead of her anus and her pudenda, and you feel your loins tense and push and, Jesus, the head of him is there, feeling the heat, the slight moistness which escapes to dew her labia. And you feel this leg twitch and your whole body begins to tremble a bit. And you know that no matter what else happens, no matter how many body blows are exchanged through words, no matter how much you try to gut each other, no matter how much you tell yourself that women are vain, selfish, spoiled creatures, they still have a monopoly. They hold one hundred percent of all the pussy in this whole fucked-up world.
He let his fingers feel the nipple and even in sleep she responded, at least the nipple did, hardening, pushing out greedily for his soft pinches. He needed to urinate. But the pressure of it just made his cock harder and he knew that, his bladder full, an orgasm would be something else. He thought about waking her, saying, "Hey, baby, let's start this day right." Then she'd probably say, "You're only nice to me when you want to screw me."
He couldn't take any more of that shit.
By moving down slightly, lowering his cock, making it come up between her legs at more of an angle, he could put the head of it right there, right on that spot, where the labia were sort of stuck together by her wetness. He moved carefully, slowly, trying to slip the hard cock in without waking her. The labia were too much in the way. She had large labia and she liked having them tickled or bitten lightly between his teeth.
The tip of his cock could feel the tantalizing inner heat, the wetness. He pushed. She moved in her sleep and he held still for long minutes. The longer he watched the back of her head, her hair night-mussed, her neck sweet and slender, the more he got hot and then he put his hand down and used two fingers to work her labia apart. He sucked in his breath in ecstasy when his cock slid past the opened labia and found her, wet, endless, hot, slick. He threw his loins forward hard, but with slow care, feeling the shaft of his cock reach up, feeling the head of it slide in and be engulfed in hot, wet woman. He pushed and his heart was pounding and his breath was a hiss between his teeth and then he had two inches in, three, four. He was there, in her, cunt around him, hot, sweet, wet, glorious. He knew, having been on the verge of orgasm in his dream, that he would go like a punk kid, in a few strokes. He wanted to make it last. He just lay there, pressed up tightly, curled around her warm, soft, smooth femaleness, his cock soaking in her.
Any small movement of his loins made glorious sensation in his cock. He lay there, moving only slightly, his hand holding that hot, soft left tit. He put his mouth on the nape of her slim neck to have sensation on his lips, too. He fucked her slowly, carefully, wanting not to waken her. He pushed his hard, swollen cock in and out slowly, but with great tension in his gluteal muscles. He felt a spasmodic clenching up inside him, his glands ready, full, wanting to be endlessly emptied of come. He loved her lubricity, her smoothness, the silken feel of her cunt. And he felt a sudden surge of love for her as he began to quicken his going and coming into her wet, sweet cunt and he wanted to waken her and tell her, "Look, kid, with this so good, this balling, how can we always be at each other's throats?"
But with a swoosh and a bang, not caring now if he woke her, the sunburst of his orgasm began to glow. It began far up inside, coming down like a lightning express to traverse the length of his ducts, roaring into the thick, throbbing barrel of his cock, shooting down, making him grunt and gasp with it, and exploded out of the eye in the tip of his cock to wet, soak, and feed her inner flesh with come. It went on forever, that come, shooting out in little plopping, even jets of whiteness, being taken up there by her thirsty tissues, filling her. And it was glorious, coming all alone and letting it go on and on and on and grunting and twisting his ass to make the most of it, then lying there, gasping, emptied, feeling a bit robbed because she hadn't been with him. Fucking is something you can't do alone. It takes two. It was one of the rare times, that morning, when he used her selfishly, just for himself. And when it was over the lust was gone and she was awake.
"Have fun?" she asked.
"Ummm," he said, not sure whether she was being nice.
"Let me go." He was holding her tightly, his hard cock still thrust into her.
"Hey," he said. "How about we come back to bed this afternoon for a production number?"
"All right."
Well, she was being polite and cool. He felt a little bit of resentment swell up, but he pulled away. The coolness of the morning air was a direct contrast on his come-wet cock, making him aware that he needed very badly to get into the bathroom. He watched her pad on bare feet, bare ass swaying, into the bath. Then he got up and went into the hall bath and laughed at himself as he tried to jack the had cock down far enough to take a piss. He was afraid that if he pushed it down far enough for the stream to hit the bowl he'd push his feet right out from under him, so he leaned over the wash basin and cleaned his cock with cold water and soap and the cold water made it soften a bit; then he could urinate and after that it was a matter of seconds before it was soft.
Gail was in the kitchen when he finished shaving. Just because he worked at his home didn't mean that he could go around unshaven and in sloppy clothes. He always started the day with a blade shave and in neat jeans and shirts, and she liked to look good, too, so she didn't slop around in housecoats, but always, even on the worst mornings, looked as if she were ready to go to a ladies' tea or shopping or something. This morning she only had on slacks and blouse. He could tell. No bra. No panties to make a crease across her ass under the tight slacks. She looked good enough to eat.
"Scrambled eggs all right?" she asked.
"Fine."
She didn't speak again. The breakfast was on the table and he was into the paper and she still hadn't said another word, so he knew it was going to be a continuation of the cold war. God, he hated that. He didn't enjoy his breakfast because she was sulking. And, goddamnit, he didn't even remember what it was that had upset her. They seemed to be able to argue these days on the slightest pretext.
He helped put the dishes in the dishwasher, still in a frozen silence.
Well, shit, life has to go on. He went into his work room and took a look toward the drawing table. One more day's work on that house for the golf course lot.
He heard Gail come into her office, next to his workroom, connected by double louvered doors which, this morning, were closed. They had a perfect set-up. A beautiful home on a high dune overlooking the ocean, no debts, no children. Why the hell couldn't they enjoy life instead of trying to kill each other?
He went to work and he was on the kitchen end of the house. That required consultation. Without even thinking about it he yelled, "Hey, Gail."
"Yessss," she answered, from behind the two louvered doors.
"What did you decide about that bar cabinet in the kitchen?"
The door opened. She came in. For some reason they never let their personal differences stop work. He designed and drew the plans. She was the interior expert. She was one of the best kitchen designers he'd ever seen. They made a great team. He had dropped out of school before he got his degree, so he wasn't a full fledged architect, but he knew the building business from top to bottom and he didn't need a degree and letters after his name to be able to design some of the finest houses in the middle south. She had dropped out, with him, when they decided they wanted to get married, but she had taste built in and had made a study of what color goes with what and a Gail Pastor interior was the equal of anything you'll ever see in House Beautiful.
"She decided that she wanted the bar, with the cabinet above. The Scheirich. You have the folder giving dimensions."
And that's the way it went through the morning. He finished the plans and she had the kitchen and all the bath elevations ready and they rode in together, in silence again, to run the plans through the copier. Then there was a conference with the builder and the people who were building the house and, with everything agreed, his job was over, unless the builder was too stupid to read blueprints. Gail would take over once the house was dried in to be sure the interior was done to her specification. He accepted the second payment and deposited it so the bank account was healthy and the October sun was warm and Gail was a damned good-looking broad.
At home, he approached her. No words. He just grinned, held her close and kissed her and she didn't pull away. They might argue, but when it came to balling time they didn't fight about that. Not yet.
He put both hands up her blouse and captured her tits and squeezed her nipples between his fingers.
"I owe you one," he whispered.
"You sure do."
"How do you want it?"
"Ummm."
"Fast and hard or long and lingering?"
She was pressing her protruding mound into him, hard, demanding. "I think I'd like it hard and fast."
He led her to the bed, stripped the blouse over her head, unbuttoned her slacks and pulled them off and, his cock getting hard-mornings don't count, they are too quick and don't seem to really have lasting satisfaction-he fell to his knees and thrust his hand up to spread her legs. Then he ran his tongue in and began to punch it into the warmth between her labia, finding her hard little clit and butter-flying it while she put her hands on his head and enlaced her fingers in his hair.
Gail had always been a girl with a short fuse. He had her squirming in minutes and then, since she'd wanted it hard and fast, he put her on the bed, stripped hurriedly, and climbed between her legs. He loved that moment. He loved seeing her open her legs, saying yes in the most effective way, exposing her kissed, wet, ready cunt to his eyes momentarily before he covered it with his body and then her hand was coming up to seize his cock and guide it. He felt her sort of screw it around and push it into the hole past her labia and then he lunged and she sucked breath through her teeth as it felt good, good, driving into her hard and fast and then she was thrusting up to bury his cock deeper and giving him her mouth and her hot, long tongue.
She matched each stroke and sometimes, when he'd drive in and hold there for a second, his hard cock buried to the hilt in her, she'd made quick little circular movements with her ass, making it sweeter as his mound ground down and the base of his cock bent up to press hard on her clit.
He began to make only entry strokes, coming all the way out. She was a very wet woman. She exuded lots of sex juice. Her labia were soaked with it. It ran down into the darkness of her pudendum and wet her little brown anus. And it made a lovely feeling to drive all the way, the head of his cock pushing her labia ahead of it, aside, sometimes even pushing them slightly into her cunt.
She began to moan. He bent his head and latched onto a tit with his mouth and began to punish it. When she was very hot she liked to be treated slightly rough. He bit and chewed and then he put his hands under her ass, lifted her, drove deeper and his fingers were digging cruelly into the softness of her ass and she was sobbing and laughing all at once and then she said, "Ah, ah, ah," and began to fight, fight, and he felt her burst inside, go tiddly in her cunt, with the muscles spasming, squeezing, her body stiff, holding tightly. He moved only a little, with force, adding to her climax and then, hot, ready, he drove once, twice, three times and grunted and came in her as her clamorous sobbing and laughing reached its peak and they came together, gloriously, and then slept the sleep of the sated for an hour. He awoke with his cock soft, the head of it just inside her.
And before evening she was saying, "Look, if you're so goddamned unhappy, maybe we should just call the whole thing off." Another blood letting. Over nothing.
"Gail, are we just getting incompatible?"
"We will be until you realize that marriage is a two-way street." Always it was his fault. He thought he was a good husband. She, apparently, thought he was a crud. And he couldn't stand criticism from her. Jesus. It brought out the worst in him when she told him he was selfish and had no feeling for her. Hell, he loved her.
"All right," he said. "Is that the way you want it? Do you want us to split?"
"I don't want it," she said, "but you must. You go around screwing anything with a slit."
That was the one place where he had no defense. Hell, he was a sexual being. If some woman with the hots threw herself at him he would take advantage. And the worst mistake he'd ever made in his life was in thinking that he and Gail were so close that he could tell her about his love affairs without making it seem that he was a weak character who needed confession for the good of his soul. He told her in order to share and she enjoyed it. But she refused to have an affair of her own.
"Then you can run off and marry one of your little sluts," she shot at him.
"I don't want to marry just any slut," he said. "I have you."
"Oh, gee, thanks."
On and on-
Finally, in desperation, he walked the empty strand. The vacationers had gone home, leaving the ocean and the beach to the natives. Some of the locals had nets out and were there with fires and hot coffee or booze. The tide was right and the nets were being pulled; he watched fish being jerked out of the sea to flip out their lives on the sands and he walked on, and there was a camper down in the public area, just one. It was a big one, one of the self-contained kind. A group of four were sitting in lawn chairs around the fire near the camper and he had to walk right past.
"Hi," he said.
Two broads and two guys. Too cool for bikinis but the broads had the next best. Halters without bras. Hip-huggers showing midriif. They all spoke and one waved a glass. "Hey, what time does the booze store close?" the man waving the glass asked.
"Nine," Lew said, halting.
"Friendly natives are welcome for a drink," one of the broads said, a small redhead with a lush, full body. She was the kind of girl who could turn him on quickly and she radiated sex.
"Oh, I'm just out for a walk," he said.
"You can always walk," the redhead said. "Now's the time to sit and have a drink."
What the hell? Go back and play let's gut each other with Gail? He took a chair and one of the men fixed bourbon and seven and he answered questions about the beach and was introduced by first names, remembering only the name of the redhead, Cindy.
"Which goes with who?" he asked. Cindy laughed and said, "I'm with him." Him was a large, handsome man who looked to be in his forties. He was the one who'd asked if the booze store stayed open. There was talk. He told them about fishing and how nice the beach was in fall and then he looked at the redhead who was seated near him.
"If your husband wants to go to the liquor store I'll show him the way."
"Oh, he's not my husband," Cindy said, showing him nice white teeth in a teasing smile.
She was wearing a wedding band. Well, hell.
"My husband is in the mountains with his wife," Cindy said. She was, he had noticed, slightly potted.
"Well, that sounds like a fine arrangement," he said, a bit nonplussed.
"This is an annual event," Cindy said. "We swap for a full week."
Hummmm. He examined her again, more closely. Nice skin, good hair, lovely blue eyes. A real swinger. And, if she weren't putting him on, a swinger. You live in a small area and don't run into many of that kind.
"Are you shitting me?" he asked, using a shock tactic of his own. She was equal to it.
"I shit you not." She smiled. "Oh, I suppose you have the idea that people who swap mates sneak around and lie about it."
"I'll admit that when it comes to wife swapping--"
"Mate swapping," she inserted. "Don't be a male chauvinist."
"When it comes to mate swapping I'm not too with it."
"Don't knock it until you've tried it," Cindy said.
"As a matter-of-fact, I'm considering swapping my mate permanently." Now why did he say that to a perfect stranger?
"Ah," she said. "Troubles."
They were alone. The other three had decided to go off to the liquor store in the camper. And he found himself talking to this stranger, telling her all of it, how he and Gail were so close and how it was so great for so many years and how it was rapidly going sour.
"Tell her to take a lover," Cindy said.
"Ha."
"You re good in bed, right?"
"I guess," Lew said. "No complaints."
"Best way to get a woman to sort of appreciate what she's got is to expose her to a few inept lovers," Cindy said. "Let her go out with some handsome cat who leaves her climbing the walls by going off like a rabbit and she'll think twice."
"Thank you, Doctor-what is your last name?"
"Randolph. And I'm not shitting you. Jock and I were about to kill each other before we discovered the swinging life. Not that it will work for everyone. You, for example. How would you like to go home and get your Gail, bring her down here and swing a bit with us?"
"Instant cure for a bad marriage? Get laid?"
She shrugged. "It's your marriage."
"I'm interested in what you're saying. It's just that we've never thought about it."
"The divorce rate among swingers is negligible. There are always a few who would call it quits anyhow, but when you share something the way we do--" She searched for words. "Well, let me put it this way. You two work together at home. You're always together. You need some excitement. You need something to look forward to. You need to get away from each other a bit. Swinging would do it."
"Speaking of swinging, why don't you and I do a bit of it right now?" He was examining her as a woman. Hell, if she was so casual about it, so ready to take on most any man, seemingly, why not knock off a chunk of that lovely, small body?
"Not in the rules," she said. "It would be a breach of faith."
"But you're off for a week with another man," Lew said.
"That's just it. I'm with him. Now in our particular case, Jock and I have no reservations. We can ball together or separately, but we don't cheat. Balling you here on the sand while my friends were gone would be cheating."
"Funny dose of morals," Lew said.
"Now if you and your Gail would come to see us, we could talk," she said.
"Just like that? I meet you on the beach and then we come to see you?"
"We like meeting new people. You're a nice looking cat and I'm sure you wouldn't be married to a dog. I wouldn't mind scoring with you and Jock is always ready to ball a cute chick."
Hell, he was getting an erection thinking about it. "What if we came and Gail wouldn't play the game?"
She shrugged. 'We'd still be meeting new people. Nothing lost."
"Well, how do you do it? I mean, you and Jock?"
"Swing? We started by stepping out on each other. Ever do that?"
"I'll confess," he said.
"But not Gail, huh?"
"No."
"Could this be part of your problem? She's shared everything with you and then you go out and do something she can't participate in."
"I've told her."
"Oh, the worst thing you could do. Makes her seem even more left out." She reached across and took his hand. "Lew, you said it was bad. It'll only get worse unless you do something. I'm not holding myself up as a head shrinker, but if the marriage is going from bad to sort of worse, would it hurt anything to try our way?" She squeezed. "Perhaps I'm being selfish, but you do turn me on. Why don't you and Gail talk about it, and maybe call us?"
"I'll think it over." He took the card she handed him. The address was in Virginia. A long way from home. Then the others were back and there were a few drinks and some talk and then he was walking home. Gail was reading in the living room. She didn't even look up when he came in.
"I just had an interesting experience," he said. "I talked with a group of wife swappers. No, they call it mate swapping."
"Bully for you," she said but she did look into his face for a moment, showing that she was slightly interested.
"One of the women told me that she and her husband were at each other's throats before they started swinging."
"Oh, shit," she said.
Ten minutes later they were at it again.
He went to town, bought every book on mate swapping he could find, and read them seriously. Some were out and out fakes, written just to stimulate. Others were more or less scientific, studying the phenomenon. Some said that it was a destructive process. Others, in a liberal vein, praised swinging as a means of attaining mental health while indulging in natures most basic urge, the urge to experience sex with a variety of people. He left the best, most sensible book on the bedside table and, nights later, discovered Gail reading it.
In bed, he approached her. She was ready. While he was eating her she said, "We could start our own club."
"What land of club?"
"Mate swapping."
The sex was long and satisfying. It drew them close together for a few minutes. "Gail," he said. 'We're always together. I'm not complaining. When things are good I'd rather be with you than anyone, but maybe Cindy was right. Maybe we need to get away from each other a bit, have some excitement in our lives, have something to look forward to."
"Would you like to ball this Cindy?"
"Frankly, yes."
"What if she's married to a hairy old monster?"
So he wrote and by return mail Cindy sent photos. Jock Randolph was tall, thin and had a neat, rather nice beard.
"I'll bet it would tickle," Gail said.
"Never know until you try it."
They talked about it for a week. At the end of the week Lew noted with some surprise that there hadn't been a single bloody gut fight. He said, "Do you realize that you haven't called me a sonofabitch in a week?"
"If you feel neglected," she shot back, "I can remedy that right now."
"I wasn't attacking you. I was just making an observation. We've been so busy talking about getting laid that we haven't had time to fight."
She looked at him thoughtfully.
"Cindy said if it didn't work out no hard feelings," he told her, a few days later, after some talk, after they'd stimulated themselves into screwing mightily on the familiar bed.
"It wouldn't hurt to go and see them," Gail said. "I'd be interested in talking to them. We've never been with a couple who could talk about sex openly."
He called Cindy on Wednesday. "We'd love to have weekend company," she said.
"Well, this is it," he said, grinning at Gail as they loaded the Caddy and prepared to leave on Thursday morning. It would be a long drive. They'd spend Thursday night on the road and arrive at the Randolph's on Friday.
CHAPTER TWO
North Carolina is a big state, especially when covered by road from east to west. Gail and Lew Pastor lived in the far southeast comer, in salt water country. Cindy and Jock Randolph lived in western Virginia. The Carolina coastal area is, or has been in years past, the step-child of the state, with masses of people congregated in the Piedmont cities. Coastal communities consist of small villages with cottages for resort and weekend use and of one or two medium sized towns; so state political hacks have directed all highway monies into roads from city to city in the interior of the state. Getting from the coast to say, Raleigh, involves winding here and there on secondary or outdated roads and the first part of the trip, begun in the early morning, was a slow process. Lew watched each intersecting road carefully, for farmers have a habit of booming up to a main highway at fifty miles per horn:, zooming out into the path of an oncoming car and slowing to thirty-five, as if their antique pick-ups and Fords can run over thirty-five only on narrow, sandy country roads and slow automatically when they hit asphalt.
Nevertheless, the mood inside the new Caddy was one of adventure and pent-up excitement. Lew liked to indulge his imagination. He was deliberately setting off on a trip to get laid. Moreover, and this was getting to be more and more interesting to him, his wife was, in all probability, going to get laid.
He carefully did not bring up the subject. The talk was small talk, comment on passing scenery, which, at first, was swamp vying with farm lands. The poverty of the coastal rural areas lessened as they drove into tobacco country. There, the houses were painted and the tractors were newer and the roads gradually began to improve until, hitting I-95 at Lumberton, the Caddy accelerated to seventy and settled into the feel of the four lane highway. They slowed for Fayetteville and were back on narrow, two lane roads aiming toward the Winston-Salem, Greensboro area. As the day advanced they passed those two smelly, slum-ridden Piedmont cities and drove toward the northeast state line through Mt. Airy, home of the famous son of Carolina, Andy Griffith.
With Grandfather mountain, a large, blue, impressive knob ahead, viewed down the corridor of the rather nice highway, they stopped for lunch and Lew noted that, as usual, when his thoughts were on sex he was not hungry.
It was Gail who first broached the subject of the coming visit with the Randolphs. "What if they don't like us?" she asked, driving to give Lew a break after lunch.
He did not have to ask who she was talking about, for his thoughts had not long been away from the redheaded Cindy. "I think the only question is will you be turned on by Jock," he said.
"I don't know. I'm thirty-five. My hips are a little too big."
"Your hips are probably the finest hips in the western world," he said, reaching over to put his hand on her thigh and squeeze. "Any man in his right mind would flip for you."
"Gee, it's nice to have a fan," she said.
They made better time than they had expected. By early afternoon they were winding around low mountains into Virginia and their destination was short hours away. With Lew back at the wheel, they hit the Blue Ridge Parkway at Fancy Gap and turned northeast. Lew had routed them toward the Parkway deliberately, wanting to see if the mountains had reached the peak of their fall glory. It was still a bit early, but there was some color.
At Roanoke, Lew found a nice motel, parked, used a credit card to pay for a night's lodging, carried the overnight bag and suitcase into a rather nice room, broke out the Virginia Gentleman and mixed two strong ones. Gail, a bit tired from the long day's driving, sipped her drink while changing, after a quick shower, into a nice black lace lounge outfit.
"Hey, you should have saved that for tomorrow night," Lew said. "It looks pretty good on you."
"I thought I'd wear the yellow one," she said. "Wouldn't that be all right?"
"Either one will end up on the bedpost or the floor," Lew said, laughing. He went to her, held her, let his hands roam over her lush body, liked the way her tits felt through the lace, considered screwing her then and there. "Lady, would you like to get laid now or do you want to save it?"
She giggled. "I don't know."
"Let's save it. Get a good night's sleep. OK?"
"OK"
They watched T.V. for an hour or so, then, with the aid of a mild sleeping pill, leaving a call for eight o'clock, they slept. Lew found his appetite had returned for breakfast and then it was ten o'clock with only an hour's drive before they reached the small town where the Randolphs lived.
"We told them we'd be there late in the afternoon," he said. "I guess we'd better call and see if they'd like us to come now."
A male voice answered the telephone. "This is Lew Pastor," he said, "This Jock?"
"Lew, baby, where the hell are you?" Jock's voice was nice, deep, masculine and pleasant.
When Jock heard that they were in Roanoke, he said, "Hell, you could have come on in here last night."
"Well, I didn't think we were going to make it that fast," Lew said. He felt a little uncomfortable. It was the first time he'd talked with Jock Randolph. "But if you two aren't busy, we can come in about an hour."
He was assured that they would be welcome. Jock said he'd taken the day off, not going into his men's clothing shop, hoping that they would arrive early.
The last leg of the trip was over winding, narrow roads toward the West Virginia line. Jock had given careful instructions, and they had no trouble following them. It was just after eleven when the Caddy turned into a steep lane, growled uphill, and halted in front of a new colonial style house with large white pillars.
"Well," Lew said, "this is it." He looked at Gail. She seemed strangely quiet. "Nervous?"
Before she could answer, a tall man with a neat beard came out and advanced toward them. Lew got out, examining this man who was a potential lover for his wife. It was a strange feeling. He found himself approving. Gail got out on the other side. Lew shook hands and exchanged greetings. Jock turned to Gail. "Doll, that is a beautiful sweater." Gail had dressed in slacks with soft, cashmere top. He was easy and friendly and then Cindy was running out, in a cute little set of slacks with zippers all over. She embraced both, laughing and sweet. Jock directed them to bring the things they needed. He helped carry and then directed them to a large, pleasant bedroom with a king-sized bed at the top of the stairs. Cindy had coffee ready below when they went back down and they sat.
"Well," Cindy said. "I knew, when I met you, that you'd have to be married to an attractive woman."
"Thank you," Gail said, warming up to Cindy's friendliness. "You have such a lovely house." And that set off a tour, coffee cups in hand, small talk, comparison of antiques and prices, woman talk. It was so far removed from what Lew had expected that he was at a loss. He didn't really know what he had expected, but not a folksy, friendly chat about furniture. Had he expected one of the Randolphs to say, 'Well, not a minute to lose, let's fuck?"
Actually, if he'd had his way, that would have been the way it went, for just seeing Cindy again reminded him that she was a very sexy broad. Somehow, the idea of a woman being sexy enough to indulge in mate swapping excited him. He liked sexy women. When he heard gossip about how this girl or that girl was screwing everything in pants, he had a vast curiosity to see the promiscuous girl, because he liked a woman to be responsive, and if a gal were sexy enough to screw anyone she just had to be getting her kicks. But he held his tongue and followed the tour. They went outside and back in for a quick, informal lunch during which Jock talked about his place-he owned sixty acres, mostly up and down hills-and about his business and a trip that he and Cindy had taken. During that account, the first sexual statement fell like a bombshell.
"I made a pig of myself," Jock laughed. "I came twenty-two times in seventeen days."
Whee!
There was a silence as Cindy and Jock looked at them and smiled.
"Look," Lew said, swallowing, "we're sort of new at this. We've never been with a couple where we could talk about sex without making it sound as if it were something funny or dirty. You know how people talk."
"I have the greatest respect for sex," Jock Randolph said. "It's the nicest thing two people can do for each other. I don't like to talk dirty about it. You'll never hear me say, "I had a little piece of that." Or, "I want a chunk of that," I consider a woman and her sex to be more than that or it."
"I sort of like the word screw," Lew said.
"I like the word fuck," Cindy said. "It's a basic, honest word."
Gail, bless her, not to be left out, said, "We sort of kid a bit. We ask each other if we'd like to get laid."
"You two haven't done any swinging?" Cindy asked.
"No," Gail said.
"Not together," Lew said.
"You've, as they say, stepped out?" Jock asked. "I'll confess," Lew said, grinning.
"I'll never forget our first swap," Cindy said. "We'd been talking about it for a long time and then we went off to a convention. No, it was a buying trip, wasn't it, Jock? Well, we met this couple. Nice looking people. We had dinner and they asked us to their room. We went. We'd all been drinking a lot and they, this other couple, were just about out of it. The man just flat out asked us. He said, do you people swing? We didn't say anything, just got out of there. But on the way back to our room I said, look, Jock, we've talked about it. If we're going to try it, this might be a good time. So Jock called this couple and talked to the man. He said, 'Do you mean by swinging what I think you mean?' And the man said, 'Look, I'll send my wife down to your room. Send Cindy up here.' So I went up. Now I'll admit that the idea had me turned on. I was ready. I undressed and got into bed and the man fumbled around a bit and couldn't manage anything. He was too drunk. I lay there while he went to sleep and I was wondering if I should get up and go back to the room, but Jock was down there with the other girl and I didn't want to break into his fun. So I just lay there awake, hating myself and the man, who was too drunk. And finally I got up and went down and knocked on the door and they were asleep. I had to pound on the door for a long time and then it was sort of awkward, because it was just a double bed, not big enough for three of us, so we had to wake up the woman and send her back to her room."
Cindy was laughing. Gail joined her. The talk stayed with sex, but in a general way. Lew began to wonder if anything were going to develop. Had either he or Gail been rejected? Was one of them so sexually unappealing that the Randolphs didn't want to swap? It was a strange and unnerving feeling and he didn't know how to resolve it. He kept waiting and waiting for one of them to start the ball rolling. Lunch was finished with a fruit course, ripe pears and apples. Coffee. Back in the living room with a fire in the fireplace and talk about Lew and Gail's work and the economy and politics and the afternoon getting spent in talk when all Lew could think about was wanting to get into those zippered pants of Cindy's. And sex again.
"Take these pants," Jock said, patting Cindy on the leg. "Men like them. All those zippers. You can zip them right up to the waist and expose all the, goodies."
Well, shit, someone had to say something. "Sounds like fun," Lew said, grinning at Cindy. His eyes said, what the hell, are we here to fuck or talk?
"Maybe Gail and Lew would like to go upstairs and freshen up," Cindy said.
Lew looked at Gail. Hell, one or both of them was being rejected. He didn't like it. The big, sophisticated swingers and no one would open his mouth about the real purpose of the trip. "Yeah, sure," he said, somewhat surly. He followed Gail.
"I don't get it," she said, inside the bedroom.
"I've still never been around anyone who talks freely about sex," Lew said, a bit sour. He was as disappointed as hell.
"I thought we were going to get laid," Gail said.
"So did I," he said. "You'd be willing, then?"
"Why not?" she asked, shrugging. "He's not bad."
"By Gawd," Lew said, "I'm going to ask them. I'm going to say, look, we came here to swap and you haven't even mentioned it."
"I don't know," she said.
She changed into a short skirt and soft sweater. He saw her hesitate over underwear and then settle for a pair of bikini pants and no bra. He put on slacks and shirt, after a quick shower. When they went down the fire was burning nicely, but there was no one in the room. Shit, had they bugged out completely? But, in a few minutes, Jock came into the room in a fresh pair of jeans and a shirt with big sleeves and a low neck. He put a fresh log on the fire and offered drinks. It was just getting dark.
When Cindy came in Lew felt a quick surge of interest. She was in a lounge outfit, big legs, lots of black lace, see-through top. He could see the flesh of her nice tits. She accepted her drink from Jock and sat, near Lew, crossing her legs with a hint of suggestion, looking at Lew through hooded lashes.
"Well, kiddies," Jock said. "There are several possibilities. A few drinks here and out to dinner. A few drinks and dinner here. Or--"
Jesus, were they finally getting around to it? "Or what?" Lew asked, still a bit angry that no one had come out in the open about the main purpose of the trip.
"Well, that depends on you," Jock said, smiling at them. "What have you decided?"
And then it dawned on Lew that, perhaps, Jock and Cindy had been going through the same sort of thing he and Gail had experienced, the fear of rejection. No one was going to ask, "Hey, are we going to screw?" because there was always the possibility that Gail, for example, would not be interested.
Lew felt eased. He grinned at Jock, "I don't understand it, because you're not built right for me, but Gail thinks you're rather nice."
"I'd put it stronger regarding you," Jock said to Gail. "You're a helluva lot more than rather nice."
"Drinks, then," Cindy said. "A light dinner here, pot luck, as we need it. I'm glad," she said, reaching out to put her hand on Lew's knee.
"Everyone says go?" Jock asked. He raised his glass. "Go?"
"Go," the other three said, raising glasses.
"There remains only conditions," Jock said. "Again, there are several possibilities. For example, group play or separate rooms."
"Since it's their first time," Cindy said, "I think maybe we should split."
"I think so," Gail said.
"Flip you for the fireplace," Jock said, grinning at Lew. He pulled out a coin. "Call it."
"Heads," Lew said.
"Damn, you win." Looking toward Gail, he extended his hand. "Darling, we have been evicted from the fireplace." She rose, took his hand, looked once at Lew and then they were gone.
Lew felt his erection begin. Cindy was still seated, near him, her hand on his knee. He wanted to kiss those big, red lips in the worst way. "Damn," he said, leaning forward, "I thought we'd never get around to it." He put his lips on hers and she answered his kiss wetly.
"Baby, I'm hungry for you," Cindy said, breaking the kiss momentarily.
It was, Lew realized later, when he had leisure to remember, the sexiest thing that had ever happened to him. He had imagined Cindy to be a sexy being, but her actions, following that first, hot, wet kiss, were beyond his wildest dreams....
She slid off the couch, with his hands running up her torso as she moved, getting a tantalizing feel of her soft, firm, hot, scantily covered breasts. Her hands worked at his zipper, opened it. "Yes," she whispered, as she shot her hand into his fly and found his cock, extricated it from his shorts and brought it out, hard, purplish on the head, already oozing a bit of excitement from its one little eye, "I'm hungry for you."
And then, with one pecking, bird-like motion, she jerked her head down and engulfed his eager, swollen cock into her hot, wet mouth. She tried to swallow it, driving it as far in as it would go, and he had a big cock, too big for her small mouth. She could manage only inches of it, the big head forcing her jaws open wide, pushing back to press hard against her upper palate. She sucked, and he felt as if she were going to suck the juices right out of him. It had happened so suddenly. Never before, except with Gail, had sex developed into the serious stage so quickly. With the women and girls he'd known before and after his marriage, he'd had to coax, make love endlessly, beg, sometimes use his superior male strength to hold them down to overcome their token resistance. Now here was a woman who kissed him once, then took out his cock and started eating it.
He stretched out his legs, one on either side of her kneeling body. And she was pushing her mouth up and down on his throbbing cock, seemingly intent on making him ejaculate into her mouth. He stiffened, thrust his loins up, enjoyed the wild sensation, looked down and saw her red head bobbing. She had her hands up on the base of his cock, holding it, guiding it into her mouth. She chewed the head of his cock with nibbling little teeth which seemed to add sensation with a minor bit of pain. He grunted involuntarily with the goodness of it. He caressed her hair with the palm of his hand, put his fingers down to feel her mouth stretched around the thick barrel of his cock.
"I give great head," she said, lifting her face for a moment.
"Jesus," Lew moaned.
She licked the length of his cock, ran her pursed lips up and down it, toyed with his balls with fingers and then with her mouth, taking each ball into it with tender care, massaging them gently. Then she was back, gobbling his cock, sucking, licking, kissing, chewing.
"Hey," he gasped. "Hey."
"Come," she whispered. "Come in my mouth." Then back to the job.
"Not like this," he said. "I want you."
"Come," she ordered softly, not letting go of his cock, holding it with his hands on her head, guiding her up and down bobbing. "Come."
Well, he'd been anticipating this for weeks, and he was getting the best head he'd ever had and he was feeling his sperm begin to boil inside him and he tried to hold back but, like a vacuum cleaner, she sucked and urged and he said, "If you don't stop--"
She made a sound of passion and doubled her efforts. He grunted, sighed, began to fuck her mouth. She, feeling his interest, began to make little whining sounds in her throat, and she chanted, her voice made indistinct by the cock in her mouth, "Come, come, come."
He came. He gave her a huge thrust and felt his cock batter at the back of her throat and then he felt like yelling with the goodness of it as his cock swelled, drew back, then thrust at her and sent a hard, hot jet of come splashing against her throat. And another, and another, as his body felt the over-all ejaculation and her hands toyed with his balls and her tongue caressed and her mouth sucked and she swallowed rapidly to take the come all the way down, to absorb it, drink it, lick it clean when his cock had stopped jetting and he was falling back, spent. She kissed it tenderly, ran her finger up the large, blue vein under his cock, milked out a last drop of white come, and licked it greedily, as a cat laps cream.
Then she looked up and smiled.
"God, you've shot me down," he said.
"That was the idea," she said, smiling, coming up to kiss him and cling to him. He felt the heat of her body through the lacy lounge jumper. He let his hands feel the bulge of her ass, the swelling of her hips.
"What about you?" he asked, bringing his hands up to toy with her tits.
"Me?" She kissed him lightly. "I'm going to strip out of these cotton pickin' clothes. Then I'm going to make this hard again and then I'm going to screw it right off you." She was holding his cock.
"Promises, promises," he grinned.
Strange, he'd just been eaten by the girl, but he felt exposed as he sat on the couch with his cock going slightly soft, hanging out of his slacks. He pushed it inside and zipped up his pants. She was standing in front of him. Looking at him with her eyes half-closed, she began to unbutton the top of the lounge suit, giving him tantalizing glimpses of bare skin, a hint of breast; then, with a little, sexy shrug, she shucked the garment off one shoulder, letting it hang, one pert tit pointed at him with a beauty which glued his eyes to the little brown eye, the hardened nipple.
She made a production of it, letting her body sway to silent music, her hips moving, her shoulders swaying. The black lace thing went from the other shoulder. It fell in folds to her waist, held there by her ample hips. She had beautiful tits, full, not quite as large as Gail's, but nice. She smiled at him and put her hands under the full mounds, thrust them out at him.
"Nice," he said.
She opened one more button, shook her hips. The lace lounge suit fell gracefully from her, now nothing more than a heap of black at her feet. And exposed to his hungry gaze were a flat tummy, long, nice legs, a bushy red mound, the ultimate in female nudeness. He licked his lips as she stepped out of the fallen garment and came toward him, padding on bare feet, completely nude.
For a sensual man, the first sexual advances with a new and exciting woman have a special meaning. Lew had experienced it only a few times. He was, at thirty-five, surprisingly chaste, having screwed only three or four girls before he married Gail and only two or three after he'd married her. He felt, as Cindy advanced toward him, a swelling of need, an almost painful anticipation. He lifted his hands as she stopped, her flat stomach just in front of his face, and placed them on the swelling curve of her hips.
"You are something else," he said.
He wanted oral contact. He leaned forward, put his lips on her smooth stomach, kissed her and rubbed his cheek on her. Ten thousand skyrockets went off in him as he let his hand do a number on her nice, rounded ass, feeling the cheeks of it cupped in his palms, feeling the heat which came from her as he lowered his hands and let his fingers cup around her, covering her anus and pudendum, the tips of his fingers reaching all the way under to moisten themselves in her slit. He wanted much more from her, must, he thought, have something immediately. He took his right hand and inserted it between her shapely thighs, spread them, bent his head, extended his tongue and licked down between her fat labia and tasted the clean, musky sex of her.
She humped her pelvis out, giving him her cunt. He could not do it justice in that position, so, guiding her as he lay down, he spread himself on the couch and pushed and tugged her to kneel over his face. He looked up to see the red bush, the dark slit of her cunt, the flatness of her stomach and then the lovely swells of breasts above him. He moaned with his need as she lowered herself, sat on his face wetly, hotly, passionately. His tongue went into the cunt, felt the give and spread of her vulva, then licked the length of it to find her clit, a hard little football waiting for his touch. As he flicked it with his tongue, he felt it twitch, swell. She was looking down and smiling.
Then, within seconds, her smile changed to a sensual look, a strained, pained, pleasured look as she began to use his mouth violently, rubbing, throwing her hips in wild movements, pressing down so hard on his mouth that he could only hold his lips tightly together while she rubbed her cunt, her labia, her clit on him, and, as she became more violent, he realized that she was making it on his mouth and his cock throbbed, oozed enough passion to wet his shorts. She came with a rush and a sound of pleasure and then eased off, letting him kiss and lick the hot, swollen cunt.
"Lover," she said, "you're my land of people. Now get out of those damned clothes."
As he undressed, his cock so swollen and hard that it was almost painful, she quickly opened up the couch to make a bed and, as he kicked off his shoes, and stripped away his socks, she was lying there, looking at him, smiling invitingly, one leg cocked up to show him the little dark eye of cunt under her dark red bush. He fell atop her, holding his weight on his elbows, closing her open mouth with his, letting his own tongue do battle with hers when she thrust it out, covering, winning, thrusting his tongue deep into her honey-sweet mouth to run it around her teeth, to feel the softness of her inner lips.
He felt her hand faying to get between their closely pressed bodies. His cock was between her legs, but felt only the external wetness and heat of her. She soon fixed that, holding his cock with her entire hand, clasping it, forcing it down a bit to contact the hole between her fat labia, then screwing it around until it felt, with a surge of emotion which swept through him, the wet entrance. It slid, punched, pushed, drove, filled, stretched.
"Oh, God," she moaned, lifting her hips, removing her hand to let him drive in and in and then he felt his cock thrust hard up against her womb and she gave a little twist and clenched her internal muscles and made a laughing sound. "Beautiful," she moaned, twisting, heaving, jerking. "Beautiful cock." He began to fuck, driving it in slowly and with great force. He'd let it come all the way out, then force its way back in. She clung to him, her great tits crushed onto his chest, her fingernails digging into his back. She moaned and cried out and went stiff.
"So soon?" he asked.
She laughed, a low, happy, satisfied sound. "I'm an easy lay."
He started doing it for himself, feeling the creamy, slinky, silken tissues spread and engulf his cock, driving so deeply that he would hit her womb. She rolled up, drew her knees high, and, in a knee chest position, gave him all of her body, her soft, hot, new, exciting body which was his to use as he saw fit. He kissed her, held her, drove his cock in and out with a furious abandon and then he was grunting with each joyful stroke and she started rubbing his back as he drove deep, deep, held, tensed, moaned and pumped his sex into her.
He fell onto her, spent. She lowered her legs, positioned a pillow for him, kept up little, sweet movements of her loins as his cock soaked in their juices and gradually went soft. It was then and only then that he remembered. Gail was upstairs, with Jock. He wondered if they'd been as fast. He hoped that she wouldn't be disappointed. And he was already thinking ahead to another go with Cindy.
Cindy ceased moving and closed her eyes. Soon there was a sweet little buzz. She was sleeping. He lay atop her, feeling her heat. His cock was almost soft. She moved and it slid out and he rolled off, went quietly into the downstairs bath, washed his cock, came back and put on his clothing. He sat looking at her while he finished an unfinished drink and smoked a cigarette. He had mixed emotions. He wanted to be with Gail, to compare notes. And he wanted to have Cindy again.
She stirred, opened her eyes, smiled at him. "Ummmm," she said, stretching.
"Nice nap?"
"Beautiful."
"Drink?"
"Yes."
He mixed. Cindy slipped back into her lounge outfit and as they sat, looking at each other with that intimacy which comes only with having enjoyed sex, Jock came down the stairs. Aside from his hair being slightly mussed, he looked normal.
"I'll have one of those," Jock said, pointing to Cindy's drink. Cindy rose to mix. Jock sat down, sighing. He grinned at Lew. "Gail's having a little nap."
Lew wanted to go up to her. And he wanted to sleep with Cindy. He didn't know what to do. He decided to be strictly honest. "Jock, we're new at this. What now?"
Jock shrugged. "I believe in everyone doing his thing. If you'd like to sleep with Gail that's fine. Some people like it that way. On our first few times we couldn't wait to get together to compare notes."
"I sort of feel that way, but--"
"Yes, I know," Jock said. "We are all a little greedy."
"Well, it's a long night," Lew said, grinning. "I think I'll go waken her. Then well come down. OK?"
"Fine."
Gail was in the big bedroom, lying without cover, on her back, legs open. He stood looking down at her. He could see her cunt. It was messy with love. He could see the hairs matted around it, could see the lips of it spread out, open, leaving the pink vulva exposed. He'd seen it that way many times, but never after being used by another man. The sight sent surges of lust through him as he thought of her being sexy with Jock, and he stripped quickly, threw himself onto her, guided his cock into her. It slid in as if on butter, and he realized that the unusual slickness came from their combined sexual juices and then she was awake, throwing her arms up to clasp him to her.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi, yourself."
"Your pussy is swollen," he said, easing in and out of her with nice, long strokes.
"It should be," she giggled.
"How was it?"
"Ummmm."
"No problems?"
"I'm ashamed to say how good it was," she said. "What did you two do?"
All the time, as he talked, he was screwing her, slowly, hard, sort of lovingly, and she was responding.
"He was very gentle. We made love--"
"How?"
"Well, he undressed me slowly and then kissed my breasts and then--"
"He ate you?"
"Ummm."
"Good?"
"Lovely."
"Did you eat him?"
"I'm afraid so, do you mind?"
"Not if you enjoyed it."
"God, I did."
She was humping up to him, swarming. They could both feel the sex building in them. Rather close, he stopped. "How would you like for me to stop and go get Jock to finish the job?"
"Ummm," she moaned, twisting up at him, throwing her loins around, made ravenously sexy by the thought. "Think it would be all right?"
"Yes."
"And you'd go fuck Cindy again?"
"Yes."
"OK"
He rose, put on his clothing. He walked downstairs in his sock feet and entered the living room noiselessly. He halted, seeing something he'd never seen before. Jock and Cindy were nude, entwined, Cindy atop, one leg pulled up alongside Jock's rib cage, Jock's cock buried into her. He started to back quietly out of the room, but Cindy had seen him. She gave Jock a downward thrust. "Don't go," she said to Lew.
"Didn't mean to bust in," Lew said.
"It's all right," Jock said. "My wife is an exhibitionist."
Cindy pulled her knees under her, sitting on Jock's erect cock. She twisted, moved her lovely ass. Her breasts swayed. "Would you like to join us?"
"Is Gail awake?" Jock asked.
"As a matter-of-fact," Lew said, grinning, watching Cindy squirm and use Jock's hard cock, "she's very much awake."
Jock pushed Cindy off. She rolled onto her back and lay, legs open, invitingly exposed. "If you two don't mind, I think I'll go check on Gail," Jock said, and he headed upstairs.
"You're dressed again," Cindy said. "Why do you keep putting on your clothes?"
"I'm a victim of the puritan ethic," Lew said, beginning to strip hurriedly.
Cindy was hot and ready; she lay back, extended her arms, accepted his body. His cock slid in without guidance and she moaned in pleasure and said, "Make it long, slow and hard, lover."
Gail Pastor was usually a one climax girl. Unlike some women who experienced multiple climaxes, she usually had just one huge, throbbing, body-exhausting boom. But this was an unusual situation. She'd had her second man. And he'd been a good one, ever tender, considerate, lifting her to the heights with breast kisses, then oral treatment to her soft, hot cunt. Now she'd had her husband's cock in her, working her up again, and she was lying there, nude, legs open, eyes closed, wondering if it would be Jock or Lew who came in the open door. When she heard footsteps, she opened her eyes and there was Jock, handsome, bearded. Yes, his beard did tickle. It tickled delightfully when he ate her, brushing her thighs, her stomach. Her eyes fell to his beautiful cock. It gleamed with moisture. It stood up proudly against his belly.
"Ummmmm," she moaned, automatically pushing her legs open, reaching up, seeing him come toward her, smiling, big, masculine, his hard cock leading the way. She reached for it and felt it was wet, used. She didn't care. She wanted it, had to have it.
She raised her ass, lifted it from the bed, pushed his cock to her, threw her hips upward still higher and felt the lovely penetration. He knew just how to ride her, high, hitting her clit. He began to work on her, fucking slowly, deeply. She raised her knees, rolled back onto the small of her back, felt the additional penetration, felt his cock battering toward the very limit of her vagina. She kissed him, dug her fingernails into his back, moaned.
"No hurry, baby," Jock said.
"Ah, ah, ah," she moaned, as he hit her hard, hard.
He rolled over, keeping his cock in her. Atop him, she began to do much of the movement, using him, loving the feel of his cock in her, excited beyond her wildest imagination by the newness of it.
It went on for a long, long time. She began to fear that she would not be able to have another climax, but it felt so wonderful that she didn't want to stop. But how was Jock? Was she putting too much of a demand on him?
He was magnificent. It went on and on and she began to feel it, began to feel the sunburst build in her. Her feeling renewed his interest, doubled his stroke. "I'll make it good," he whispered. "Take your time. Use me."
She used him. And when he put his finger down, moistened it by thrusting the tip of it into her cunt alongside his cock, then drove it forcefully and quickly into her anus, she felt as if she were being penetrated in all available openings and things went wild inside her. She jerked, fucked, twisted, moaned. "Come in me," she moaned, wanting to feel him. "Come in me."
"All right." He began to hit her hard, long, deep. She felt his coming and hers was right on the verge. Then he grunted, moaned and thrust deeply. She squirmed, twisted, hit down at his lancing cock, felt herself burst, and as his cock exploded inside her, wetting her insides even more, she began to try to squeeze the life out of his cock with her pulsing cunt, pounding, internal joy, her whole body participating in a peak which lasted forever, her orgasm making her weak, sobbing, crying, laughing, clinging.
Downstairs, Cindy came twice before Lew turned her onto her stomach and attacked her from the rear, driving his cock between her fine cheeks to find the wet, used cunt, and then squeezed her ass between his knees. He went deep, deeper in that position than from the front, felt her womb, felt her squirming, squeezing the big muscles in her ass to make it better for him, as he came and pumped and throbbed and filled her.
And then they were all in the living room, in various stages of undress, Cindy nude, Gail in panties, Jock and Lew in slacks.
"We want to come visit you," Cindy said.
"We'll be looking forward to it," Gail said.
"If I didn't have this buying trip," Jock said, "you could stay a week or so."
"I'd like that," Lew said.
"Well, it will just make us look forward to the next time more," Cindy said. "This is some man you have, Gail."
"I have no complaints about yours," Gail said. She giggled. "If someone had told me a few months ago that I'd be sitting in a living room in just my panties with another couple--"
"If you'd be more comfortable, take them off," Jock laughed.
"I know what you mean," Cindy said. "It's quite a transition."
"Where are you two going from here?" Jock asked. "Of course, you can stay here if you like, but I'll be jealous as hell thinking of the three of you balling it up here while I'm on the road."
"No, we'd better move on," Lew said. "While we're this far north there's some country we want to see. You two must promise to come visit us at the first opportunity."
"Listen, we can give you some names. Nice people," Cindy offered.
"I don't know," Lew said.
"No cruds," Jock said. "Just nice, sexy girls and boys." He grinned. "If you're going to be traveling around, you might as well save motel fees and have a ball while you're at it."
"They'd love Mandy and Frank," Cindy said. "Didn't I hear you say you were going to Lexington for the races?"
Lew nodded.
"Mandy is a lovely, big blonde and Frank is just darling," Cindy said. "And they have the wildest sex films you ever saw."
"Look, we'll call them, tell them about you. They live in this damned little town in West Virginia and they're so far out of the action that they are always pleased when someone wants to visit them."
"Well...." Lew looked at Gail.
"I don't know," she said, then smiled, pixie-like, at Jock. "I think anything after this would be anti-climactic."
Jock grinned. "I am pretty good, but I've never heard any complaints about Frank."
"Why not?" Lew asked, looking again at Gail.
"Why not?" she asked.
CHAPTER THREE
After hitting I-81 at Roanoke, Lew drove swiftly back to Wytheville, looking for the exit to the West Virginia Turnpike. He felt great and was pleased to see that Gail seemed to share his feelings. On the big road, with driving easy, they compared notes. He got a hard-on talking about it, and said, "I don't think it would be a good idea to make pigs of ourselves, but I sort of like the idea of meeting another swinging couple. How about you?"
"I'll admit to having a few ideas myself," Gail said, laughing. "Are we just totally immoral, Lew?"
"Hell, what's morality? I think it's all summed up in the old saying, do unto others as you would be done unto. I mean, if no one gets hurt, what the hell?"
"I confess to having a few guilt feelings," Gail said. "After all, I was a virgin when I married you. And until last night I'd, as the saying goes, known only one man."
"And are you a different person from having known another?"
"In a way, yes. I think I can understand you better."
"In what way?"
"Well, I've never said much about your affairs, you know, but I couldn't help feeling, while it was going on, that there was something wrong with me. I mean, it was like I wasn't enough woman for you or something."
"I always told you that my outside sex merely made our home sex better. It stimulated me. I think it even stimulated you."
"A little, when you'd tell me about it while we were screwing, but now I can understand more why you did it. It's the newness, I guess. I had feelings I haven't had since I was a virgin teenager."
They turned off at a sign which said, TO WEST VIRGINIA TURNPIKE, and for an hour and a half, they were routed here and there on ancient, two-lane, winding, mountainous roads, always seeing ahead, TO WEST VIRGINIA TURNPIKE. After driving on the big four-lane freeways, the old roads were nerve-wracking and slow. And, just when Lew began to despair, after having made still another turn, having passed still another junction, there ahead was the toll gate and Gail said, "At last." Lew was looking forward to getting back on the big four-lane roads and when they came closer and saw the sign which read, "THIS IS A MODERN 2 LANE ROAD," they both burst into laughter. All that build-up, all that twisting and turning and changing highways, working toward the Turnpike and it was a two-lane road.
But it wasn't a bad road. It had three-lane passing zones and, as they talked again about sex, speculating on what sort of people Mandy and Frank Thetford would be, the miles went past smoothly. The West Virginia hills were still mostly green and were unlike the mountains of North Carolina and Tennessee, which offered long vistas from high hills down deep valley-clefts. These hills were close, low, rugged. The valley was narrow and seemed to close down on them when they left the Turnpike toward the east at the Beckley exit and began to wind and climb on narrow state roads. They stopped at the designated little town and called. Frank Thetford spoke with a pleasing, slow southern drawl and he gave them specific instructions which led them off the state highway onto a gravel and clay road which climbed the side of a hill, branched, and left them high over a tight little valley looking at a real log cabin.
A friendly dog greeted them. He was followed by Mandy and Frank Thetford, Frank tall, mild looking, Mandy a large, shapely blonde with a dizzy little smile which caught Lew's interest immediately. Handshakes and introductions and smiles and compliments and then into the log cabin which, although deliberately primitive outside, was plush and comfortable inside with deep pile rugs and comfortable modem furniture.
Mandy had lunch ready, although it was after two o'clock, and they went through the get acquainted talk at the table. Mandy didn't wear a bra and she looked at Lew with undisguised hunger.
"You two will want to go freshen up," Frank said. It seemed to be a standard line. Lew and Gail went up.
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"God, he's big, isn't he?" Gail asked.
"Not a bad looking fellow."
"Nice, as a matter-of-fact. I don't know how it will feel to ... to ... well, screw someone that big."
"If his equipment is as big as he is--"
"Dirty old man," Gail said.
"Is it go?"
She shrugged and smiled. "I'm becoming a shameless wanton. I was thinking about having all that strength and size applied to me at lunch and I could hardly eat." She had changed into a loose soft blouse, no bra, and a mini-skirt. "How about you?"
"She's big, too." He pinched Gail on the fanny. "But I think I can handle her."
Frank and Mandy were next to the fire, seated on a huge couch. They stood when Lew and Gail walked into the room. "Find everything?" Mandy asked.
"Oh, yes, it's a beautiful bedroom," Gail said.
"There's another one I'd like to show Lew," Mandy said, looking at Lew with a smile. It was, he decided, her way of telling them that it was go with the Thetfords.
"Right now?" he asked, smiling back.
Gail walked to stand beside big Frank. "You're tall enough to play right end for the Redskins," she said.
"The Raiders paid a higher bonus," Frank said.
The moment was past. Gail had indicated that it was go with her. Frank seated her next to him, sat beside her, his arm on the back of the couch over her shoulders. Mandy was standing before the fireplace, her short skirt allowing the fire to toast her nice, large, shapely legs.
"All right," she said, taking Lew's hand. "Jock and Cindy said you two were new at swinging, and not to scare you to death, but I'll confess to liking what I see very much. I hope you two can stay more than one night."
"I might move in for the winter," Lew said. "I do like big girls, all those goodies."
"Are we going to be civilized and patient or do we let our animal instincts take over?" Frank asked.
"I believe in doing one's own thing," Gail said, and Lew recognized it as Jock's line.
"Bye," Frank said, waving his hand toward Mandy and Lew.
"We're not wanted, lover," Mandy said.
"You are," Lew said, following her out of the room toward the bedroom wing.
Anticipation is always important in a sexual situation. Usually, a couple is exposed to each other for a period of time. It can be days, weeks, months or even hours, but there is some sort of spark; the man usually begins to make little remarks or he comers the woman in a dark hallway or behind a potted palm and kisses her and then, if she answers, he knows that the chances are good that she will, eventually, if an opportunity arises, go to bed with him.
Gail had been exposed to a few men on the make and she'd always chilled them thoroughly. It was the way she was taught. She'd been brought up, not in a rabidly moral household, but in a typical American family of the 1940 to 1950 vintage. There'd been girls in her high school class who screwed around, as it was called then, and they were called bad girls or whores. She had felt only two or three sets of male hands on her small, teen-age tits and she'd let only Lew get his hands into her pants before she married him. She was always healthy and sexy, but she believed that nice men married nice girls and she saved herself for Lew. After that, until the marriage started to become more of a battleground than a love match, she never even considered giving her body to another man. Lately, she had to admit that she'd considered it. There was a nice fellow, married to one of her bridge club friends, who had eyes for her and she sometimes went to sleep wondering how it would feel to have him take off her panties and insert his cock (which she'd felt, hard, pressed into her stomach while dancing) next to her liver up there in her box.
Still, she couldn't bring herself to answer any of that gentleman's hints, to let him next to her, to give him the sign that she was ready. It seemed cheap and common to her to sneak out. She had promised herself that her marriage would not end by way of jealous anger caused by one or the other partner cheating. Lew had done his cheating, and she'd rationalized it away by telling the inner self that men are just naturally more promiscuous than women.
Lew's encounter with the swingers had come at a crucial time. Not even Lew knew how unhappy Gail was. She was, she told herself, satisfied with their life, a nice house, plenty of money to do anything within reason, new cars every year, that trip to Europe last summer. But there was something missing. She thought of it as being romance. The romance had gone out of their marriage. The sex was still great, but the sweetness was gone and she found it so easy to almost hate Lew on the slightest pretext.
One of her reasons for agreeing to the swinging trip was to find out for herself if there could possibly be another man in her life. She thought about it in terms of marriage, and it was a direct contradiction to her basic character, this being alone with big Frank Thetford, knowing that within seconds he was going to put his big hands on her, that within minutes she would be sharing with him the intimacy that, before Jock Randolph, had been reserved for Lew and Lew alone.
She became almost angry, with Lew, with herself. She was a decent woman. Lew had forced her into it. Lew had forced her to be like all the others. Now she'd be expected to invite the milkman in for a quick, morning bang.
But Frank was talking softly and in a friendly voice about things he liked, football, music, books. And, in all fairness, she'd fairly lept at the chance. When it was time to say no, when she could have said no, in the Randolph house and here in this log cabin, she'd said, with some trembling anticipation, yes, yes, yes.
"Do I detect a certain amount of disinterest?" Frank was asking, and he had to wait for a moment before she heard, absorbed it. She thought, "Hell, I want it."
"Day dreaming, I guess," she said.
"About me, I hope," he said.
"Part of it was about you." She reached out and took his hand. "It's all so new, that's all."
"You look good enough to eat," he said. "I think I'll start the feast." He started slowly, with kisses, letting her feel his huge strength. His arms were like steel bands around her. His body was muscular and hard. She felt very small when he wrapped her into his arms and covered her mouth with his and it was nice to let herself sink in, give herself to him, feel his masculine strength. She felt safe and protected and tiny, and then when his hands began to explore her, she felt the small fire begin. His hand was so big that she had to spread her legs far out to allow it to be placed, flat, on the heat of her pelvic basket. And she could feel the strength of his arm as he rubbed her there, his palm flattened and pressing hard on her clit.
When he felt her fall, melt, sink into him, give herself to him with clinging arms, he rose, picked her up effortlessly, and walked, his lips glued to hers, into a bedroom down a hall from the bedroom into which Lew and Mandy had disappeared. Inside, he placed her on the bed, raised her mini-skirt delicately, eased her panties off. She had her eyes closed. But she opened them when nothing happened and saw him kneeling beside the bed, looking, his face close, at her cunt.
"Beautiful," he breathed, and when his mouth closed over her she knew that all her doubts were, at the very least, put far away. Because he had a long, active tongue and it was thrust far into her, alive, moving, digging and rubbing and then coming out to press and flick at her rapidly swelling clitoris. Suddenly, she wanted him, wanted him hard and fast, wanted him to be huge, to drive into her with a force which she'd never felt, to actually spread her, hurt her, ravage her. She'd never experienced anything quite like the feeling she had as he ate her ravenously, skillfully, sending flames of desire burning throughout her entire body.
And as he paid homage to the heated core of her, kissed and pushed at her fat labia, drove his tongue into the vulva, she saw that he was undressing, preparing himself. Naked, he stood, and she gasped when she saw his massive cock. It was huge and hard and lovely, perfectly formed, circumcised, the head swollen to the size of a small apple.
She wanted to touch it, to see if it were real. She reached out her hand. It was so hot, so hard. He smiled and looked down at her hand.
The walls of the bedroom were mirrored. She hadn't noticed that before, but she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and saw that her small hand covered less than half of Frank's big cock and the sight sent a shiver through her. She let herself be stripped, helping, lifting her shoulders to allow him to rove his hands over her breasts as he removed her blouse. Then, naked, waiting, willing, her heart beating with her need, she looked at their images in the mirrors, seeing nudeness from four angles, excited by it, panting, wanting, wanting, wanting, forgetting that she had been taught that a woman saves herself for one man, obeying nature's urge for variety, holding onto Frank's hard cock with both hands now, caressing it with some force, feeling its massiveness.
And there was even a bit of fear as he leaned over her, with her thinking that she was to be stabbed, penetrated, entered by that huge hard piece of flesh. But he was not ready, or sensed that she was not quite ready. He quickly turned. She was on her back. He squatted over her, his hard cock inches from her face, his head going down between her out-flung legs in the classic sixty-nine position.
She felt his mouth begin to work on her and the lust was back full force, fear forgotten. Before her lips was his cock, his hard-bunched balls. She cradled the sex engine with her hands, bent it slightly backward, kissed the huge, swollen head and then, with a gasp of sheer desire, tried to swallow it. It was so big she could manage only the head of it. It stretched her jaws, but it had a smooth, manly taste and her tongue laved it lovingly as he moaned in appreciation.
She began to make little fucking movements with her loins as she let her tongue wash the length of his cock, then kiss and lick and suck his big, hard balls. She was afraid that she was going to waste her climax on his mouth, and she tried to squirm away, but he, moving slightly backward, washed her cunt, then wrapped his arms around her soft ass and lifted. He was amazingly strong. She found herself being raised, her head down, her ass hoisted as he rose to his knees. Her hair hung in a graceful cascade around her; her mouth was near his cock which was standing up next to his stomach.
His arms were now above her hips, holding her head down, her mouth seeking his cock again, stimulated by the odd position. She was sent into a gasping near climax when he thrust his face between her upside-down legs and began to eat her from the brown rose of her anus to the top of her cunt, to the swollen clit. She got her mouth on his cock and he let her lower slightly, forcing the huge cock into her mouth, then lifting.
He was not strained at all holding all of her healthy weight. He seemed to be enjoying it, eating her lovingly as she was raised and lowered, the cock forcing its way into her mouth on each movement. She began to hope he would come in her mouth, so hot was she, but he had had enough of that position. He lowered her, kissed her on the mouth, said, "God, you're sweet."
He lay on his back and with just his arms lifted and positioned her until she was kneeling over his face, her face turned toward his, his hands going up to clasp her two lush tits.
"Sit on my face," he said. She felt a surge of lust. She lowered her wet cunt onto his mouth, feeling his nose press hard against her clit and, as he pinched and caressed her breasts, she began to squirm and throw her loins, pressing hard onto his mouth, feeling his tongue slip into her cunt and thrust far in. She was so near. She didn't want to waste it on being eaten. She jerked away.
"I want you," she whispered.
He rolled toward her, but then went back onto his back. He lifted, placed her astride. It came to her that he was being very thoughtful. He was so great, so big. He was going to let her insert it, lower herself onto his hard, huge cock. She was panting with need, a sexual machine with nothing in her mind but getting that big cock into her. She seized it with her hand, lowered herself, guided the hard head of it to her wet cunt, felt the size of it begin to spread her, slide past her labia and push with great authority at her hot little hole. It was glorious. It was like sitting on a living fence post, feeling herself being split, swollen, stuffed.
She made little pleasure sounds, threw her head back, gasped, breathed through her mouth as she lowered and raised, taking an inch at a time. It was not going to make it, was too huge, would hurt her, would fill her, but she asked for it, moving her ass, switching her hips to ease it in, took it inch by inch until, with a moan of sheer selfish lust, she had it in her, had that huge engine captured in her soft, pulsing cunt, her cunt anticipating climax by clenching, tightening on the huge cock, as if it wanted more, more.
Frank began to move his loins, and the force of his upward thrust lifted her, sent his huge cock battering to her womb, pushing against the backside of her vaginal cavity. She was going to burst, explode, faint with the pain-pleasure of it. She was going to come. And his hands were plucking and tickling and pinching at her tits, sending wave after wave of pleasure from nipple down through her stomach to her stuffed cunt.
She began to fight, twist, reaching for her climax.
"Not yet," he whispered, moving, seeking still another of the off-beat positions he seemed to like. He lifted himself, got his knees under him. She let her legs go out behind him, and was held by his arms around her waist and shoulders, her arms around his neck, her legs clasped around his masculine belly, her cock-pit filled more than ever as her weight glued her to him, suspended, him on his knees with her legs clasped behind his waist, his mouth on hers, his tongue seeking her wet-warm inner-lips.
And all the while she could look around and see their images in four walls of mirrors, could see them from different angles, incredibly sexy. It was she, Gail, who was being penetrated, raped, possessed by the biggest cock she'd ever seen. It was wild. She wiggled and used all her strength to push away from him, then settled, letting her weight and his arms pull her back, fill her with hard cock.
Again she was near, and he could tell. He let her drop to the bed, rolled her to her belly, used his hands to push her knees up under her. He took her dog-fashion, not ready for her to come. He drove that huge, hard cock into her from the rear, almost splitting her wide open, but the pain merely made her more sexy. And she was not getting contact on her clit, but was having the thrill of being fucked without the danger of coming too soon. He used her wildly, driving his hard cock in and out until she was about to climax from sheer penetration, without even a touch to her clit, and then he stood her up, standing in the hard bed, her legs straight, her body bent forward as he crouched behind her and drove his cock hard, hard, hard, until she was sobbing, laughing with each penetration, and then, this time, he threw her roughly down onto the bed, spread her legs, and fell between them. His cock found her cunt unguided and so wet was she with her juices and with his that it slid immediately home and he was bucking and driving and telling her, with his eagerness, that he was close and that he wanted her to come, too.
She let herself be a wild, sexual being, reaching for climax. She felt her vagina expanded and she was deliciously full, totally full, stretched bigger than she'd ever been. And her body wanted more, her mind wanted more, her hot, twitching cunt wanted more. She raised her legs, pointed the graceful toes of each foot toward the ceiling, gave him more of her and he took it, all conquering, battering, male possessiveness at its peak, driving miles of hard, huge cock into her as she began to cry out, "Oh, God, ah, Oh, God." And then he was grunting and pushing with all his strength and she was clasping her legs tightly around his back and rolling back further on her shoulders to make that incredible cock go even deeper and when she came it was with a cry of joy and laughter and sobs and thunderous pleasure in her cunt and he burst inside her like a cannon. She'd never felt such great throbs, such all-wetting jets of come going into her. It was like being washed out with a pressure hose; the come splashed out, hit hard against her womb, gave her thirsty inner-tissues all they could take, ran out of her around her tightly stretched cunt, down her soft thighs to wet her anus, and left a spot on the sheets.
She must have blacked out, because when she came to she felt wonderfully sated, drained, and his cock was softening in her, not so huge now, but still wonderfully pleasant in her. She kissed him, sighed.
"You big bastard," she said lovingly, "I want some more of that." Was that Gail talking? She couldn't believe it, but the thought of it made her weak and she moved her body to feel the lingering remnants of his erection inside her.
In the other mirrored bedroom, Lew and Mandy had fucked energetically, getting to it with little preliminary. Mandy had a short fuse and she was impatient with Lew's attempts at foreplay, telling him, after only a few kisses, "I want that in me," squeezing his cock to let him know what that was.
She had enormous breasts. They were firm and they were huge and they had huge nipples which made a solid, tasty morsel in his mouth. Before he put his cock into her blonde-haired cunt, he had to feel those tits. He straddled her, put one hand on either tit, pushed them together, thrust his cock between them and felt the heat of her tits on it. By thrusting far up he could drive his cock all the way to her mouth, where she licked and kissed it.
"Lover, we'll play later," she whispered, jerking her ass, asking for it. "Fuck me now. Put it in me."
In it went, hard and satisfying. She had a huge, blonde mound which was hard; it thrust upward to meet his mound and her clit took a battering as they fucked hard and fast. She chewed on his lips and made little sweet sounds of pleasure, and then she went wild under him and came and the squeezing of her cunt, hard and hot, milked his come, sent it roaring out into her, wetting her, making her move with pleasure with each jet, and then they laughed and clung together and his cock went soft. In a few minutes, she started teasing him and roughhousing, and he found himself wrestling with a big, lovely, perfectly shaped amazon on a big king-sized bed, her strength amazing, taking all of his male strength to pin her down, sitting atop her, his cock, half-hard again, thrust against her hard, flat stomach. She was laughing and happy and getting lots of pleasure out of the body contact. He held her and laughed with her and looked at those massive tits and bent to chew each and his cock was growing.
"You're much too strong," he said. "I'm going to screw you until you're weak."
"Not if I bite it off," she said, jerking up, throwing herself onto him, taking his cock into her mouth to chew it playfully.
And soon they were together again, taking advantage of the mirrors this time. He found a position which gave a sexy view. She, on her back, her left leg raised high, to her chest, his left arm hooked under her knee, the hand going up to hold her right tit. His right leg was under her extended right leg, his right fully extended, lying alongside her right leg. His cock, newly hard, pushed into her cunt. Her big, protruding mound was exposed, the whole insertion easily viewed from the mirror. His cock slid in only a little way, but the shaft of it showed well and the point of entry was easily seen. He sort of wished for pictures. He had the hots for this big, blonde girl, this wanton amazon. With his cock in her he owned her, loved her, lusted on her. He kissed her and then watched his cock go in and out of her. Then she was working, hot, rolling him over to ride him, sitting up on him, using his hard cock for her own desires until, with a sigh, she climaxed and he felt that incredible strength of her vaginal muscles seemingly trying to squeeze his cock into nothing.
Then it was playtime and he fucked her in every position he could think of, atop, from behind, side by side, until, his come boiling, he put both of her legs together, lay atop her, forced his cock into her through the extended channel formed by her closely clenched thighs and drove his come up into her with gusto.
There was no question that night. After an evening of conversation they had a nice dinner; then Frank just picked Gail up and carried her off. She had her second climax late that night, after drinking stingers in bed, with Frank doing more experimentation. One position he used, when she was near climax, was to lie on his back, seat her backward on him, drive his huge cock into her pussy from the rear and use her while she marked time, loving the feeling of sheer penetration. He carried her around the room as if she were a baby, not at all straining. He seated himself on a little stool in front of Mandy's dressing table and pulled her into his lap. She sat on him, her back to him, legs extended, her womb being pummeled by his huge cock as he lifted her and let her fall. He turned her, lifted her, sat her facing him, driving his cock into her. Her legs were up, her knees alongside his chest on the ribcage, her arms out, hands on his shoulders. Sitting on his huge cock, feeling it take her, she felt as if it might, at any moment, come out of her mouth, it was so giving, so long. He knelt on the stool and she stood. His cock went into her, oiled by passion, by the use of her cunt. By dropping her feet out from under her she was suspended on his cock, his arms around her waist to hold her.
And to cap it, he pushed her against one of the mirrored walls, the glass cold and smooth on her back, lifted her, held her off the ground, drove his cock into her, pinned her against the glass and fucked her until, with a cry, she came and clung and felt his sperm once again coming, flooding into her.
Lew fucked Mandy to sleep, rocking atop her, her arms tight, her cunt spasming in climax after climax; but he, spent after two days of wild fucking, could not come. He fucked, slept, woke to fuck again, woke her with his diggings into her wet, used cunt, gave her still another climax and then slept himself.
CHAPTER FOUR
"God, I'm pooped," Lew said, putting die Caddy back onto the modem two lane road with some relief. He had pleasant memories of the big, blonde amazon. "I think we'll shack up in Charleston for a couple of days, huh?"
"I could use a rest," Gail said. "Frankly, I'm sore as hell."
But she, too, had her memories, of huge cock, of being handled as if she were a female toy and loving it. She'd never been more possessed than by the big ex-football player.
Gail was wondering if she could ever be satisfied by a lesser man, and it was beginning to worry her. How would it be if, after knowing Frank's huge cock, his bull-like strength, if she were not turned on at all by Lew anymore?
The miles melted away quickly. They found Charleston to be a charming town, stretched for miles along a river in a narrow valley. They saw a bit of the town, then found a nice inn and fell into bed, exhausted not by the drive but by two sleepless nights and strenuous sex with the athletic Thetfords. They slept through the afternoon, woke for dinner, had a few drinks to relax, and slept through the night.
Gail woke first. The room was warm, the heat on, and they'd both kicked off the covers. Lew was lying on his back with an early morning erection, his cock pretty, well shaped. She felt a little twinge of sex enter her and determined, then and there, to find out if her worries were groundless. She lowered herself and woke her husband with her mouth thrust all the way down onto his shaft, his big cock banging up against the back of her throat. It wasn't as big as Frank's, but it was nice.
He woke, put his hands on her head, thrust his cock up in goodness. "Hey," he said. "What's this?"
She had been thinking of Frank and his huge cock. She was steaming hot. She said nothing, just crawled up his body, lay atop him, reached down and thrust his cock into her. He began to work her slowly, tickling her back as he fucked upward into her movements. She lifted one leg and he put his finger down, wet it in their juices, began to toy with her anus.
It was fabulously good. She felt closer to Lew than she'd felt in years. And she discovered an old adage to be true. It isn't the size of the cock so much as the way it's used. And Lew was using his with skill. And she was near and she wanted to let him know and she whispered, "Hey, I love you."
They came. Lovingly. Wonderfully. They lay, soaking.
"That's the first time you've said that in a long time."
"What?" she asked, feeling wonderfully relaxed and drowsy.
"I love you."
"I do."
"And I love you."
After breakfast, back in the room, they talked, compared notes, laughed at their impressions of the oversized, oversexed couple who had promised to visit them no later than Christmas.
"That's two sets of friends we've made," Lew said. "What about that couple in Lexington?"
"What do you think?" she asked, feeling, in spite of herself, a little surge of pure lust thinking of fucking still another man.
"It has to be a joint decision."
They talked about a multitude of things, especially sex and their relationship. Both agreed that their swinging seemed to be having a nice effect on their personal life, adding a new dimension.
On to Lexington and Prof. Jimmy Jackson and his wife Misty. The name and address had been given them by Mandy and Frank, with a high recommendation.
Highway I-64 from Charleston to Lexington was a delight, through rolling hills, through huge cuts showing veins of coal and a variety of rocks. And the drive was a pleasure with Lew and Gail talking as they hadn't talked in years, forgetting their frequent irritation with each other, involved in an adventure, going to seek out still another fun-loving couple, speculating on what they'd be like.
The one hundred fifty plus miles melted and they arrived, quite fresh, in the early evening, having gotten a fairly late start. They called, received instructions, took the proper streets and roads and drove into bluegrass countryside to a nice, old farmhouse on a little hill. Horses grazed in the neatly fenced fields.
No amount of speculation could have prepared them for the Jacksons. Prof. Jimmy Jackson was a sedate, mild-mannered, tweedy, easy spoken family doctor type, with his hair not long, just uncut, as if he'd forgotten to go to the barbershop. He greeted them and ushered them in, examining Gail, in her traveling slacks, with evident interest. His hair was tousled and there was an air of absent-mindedness about him; yet he was virile and nice looking, and when Lew looked at Gail, as they walked up toward the old house, she winked and raised her eyebrows. It was not full approval, he could tell, but there was a willingness there.
Misty Jackson was even more a surprise. Lew had pictured a fragile, pretty little thing, but Misty was certainly misnamed. She looked very much like a tart. She had dark brown hair which she let hang in every way, clean but casual, sort of unkempt, scraggly but full, and her face was round, full, her eyebrows plucked, her lips red and full. She had a habit of licking her lips with her mouth open, the way girls lick their lips in stag films to make the viewers envision that tongue licking at their hard cocks.
In short, Misty Jackson looked like a tart, like a girl who might be found posing naked on the centerfold r of one of the lesser men's magazines. She had a nice little body and she liked to display it in tight clothing with no underwear. When Lew first saw her she was in slacks and a halter, although it was chill outside, and the halter was thin so that he could see her nipples sticking through.
She talked with a northern accent, in contrast to the Professor's soft drawl, and she was hyperactive, nervous, intense.
"I'm Misty," she said, when Lew and Gail preceded Jimmy into the room. "I give the best head in j Kentucky."
"Misty likes to shock," Jimmy said, with a mild I laugh.
"No brag, just fact," Misty said. "I like girls, too, honey," she said, giving Gail a big hug.
"I like her," Gail said, when they'd been shown to their room after a little chat in which they learned! that Jimmy Jackson was, in addition to being a professor, a medical doctor teaching anatomy. "She's crazy, but I like her."
"She's certainly energetic," Lew said. "I wonder if she'd be that active in bed."
"Is that an affirmative vote?" Gail asked. "Conditionally, if you vote affirmative."
"He's sort of sweet. It'll be sort of like going to bed with a family friend or something."
"Yes?"
"I guess so."
"Let's get naked," Misty said, when they came back into the main room. "Unless you two have rejected us."
Lew laughed. "The hostess calls the shots."
Misty laughed. She began to strip and there wasn't much to take off, just slacks and halter. She sat on the couch, clothes on the floor, one leg cocked up to show Lew her middle eye, a nice, long slitted little pussy with a sparse growth of hair and the slit showing through.
"Misty is impulsive," Jimmy said, looking at Gail and Lew and asking, obviously, for patience and approval. Gail laughed and began to take off clothing. Jimmy watched with much interest.
"Hey, this is not a hen party," Misty said. "Off with it, gents."
Lew and Jimmy stripped together. On the thin frame of Jimmy Jackson hung a weapon as impressive as the huge organ of Frank Thetford.
"Jimmy's always eager to strip," Misty laughed. "He likes to brag." She moved to sit on Lew's lap, all motion, active, tense. "But don't worry, darlin', I'll make you feel like your prick's a mile long."
Gail tried to smother a laugh. Lew looked at her and. couldn't help grinning. Jimmy shifted nervously on his feet. Misty, irrepressible, shrugged her naked shoulders eloquently.
"Do you want romance or fucking?" Misty demanded.
"Well " Lew said, looking at Gail. "I guess you've put it about as well as anyone could. I guess we want fucking." He was a bit concerned lest Misty's rather crude talk and actions put Gail off. But she was still giggling and it made her nice set of jugs jump up and down and old Prof. Jimmy's eyes were following every jiggle of that pointed set.
"Misty, honey," Jimmy said, "now you know Mandy said that Gail and Lew were new at swinging."
"They'll be veterans when we get through with them," Misty said, reaching down to grab Lew's still-limp cock. She tugged. "Come on, hoss," she said. Lew followed along like a good little horse, being led by his tool. Misty sat on the couch, leaving Lew standing before her. "Yummy," she moaned, leaning forward to take Lew's soft cock deep into her hot mouth. He felt his loins stiffen involuntarily. Tiny little teeth nibbled and bit, making a sharp sensation, almost painful. He felt his cock give a massive throb and begin to fill with blood, engorging itself, hardening even as he looked down and saw Misty's unkempt hair bobbing as her head moved energetically. His tool hardened as if by magic. Misty let her mouth slide off it and looked around Lew's body.
"Hey, you two," she said. "Let's make it a foursome, huh?"
"Er, perhaps Gail would prefer privacy," Jimmy said.
But Gail was standing, forgetting the fact that she was nude, losing her discomfort, because she could see Misty's mouth go back down onto Lew's hard cock and the view was very erotic. "I've just discovered," she said, "that I have a certain amount of the voyeur in me."
Gail walked to the couch and sat beside Misty, her eyes glued to the superb head job Misty was giving her husband. The girl seemed to have the ability to swallow the big cock all the way down without gagging, because she could take all of Lew's length, her lips coming to rest up against his balls and his mound, the hard, throbbing cock hidden inside her stretched jaws. And then she'd let it slide out, her tongue working, her teeth nibbling, making Lew wince and jerk with the goodness of it.
Jimmy stood before Gail, his big cock just beginning to harden as the result of his own view of the head job and she put out her hand with a sigh, closed her fingers over it, and felt it jerk in response.
Misty had a tremendous fire burning in her cunt. She wanted cock. She could never get enough cock. She reached over and put her hand under Jimmy's scrotum, tightened by his now full-blown erection. She could feel, with her fingers, Gail's lips as they smoothed up and down the barrel of Jimmy's cock. And she had this glorious cock in her mouth and could jam it back until it pushed against her soft palate and then down into her throat, making her feel full of it, as if it were going to thrust right down into her stomach. And she wished that Lew had two of them so that she could have one in her slick, wet slit as well as one in her mouth. She fondled Jimmy's cock at the base while Gail ate it. And she looked up at Jimmy and smiled a smile of pure adoration. God, she loved that silly man. He'd saved her fife.
And even as her entire body enjoyed the feel of cock in her mouth and cock in her hand, even as her other hand went over and found one of Gail's nice tits and fondled it-Gail jumped at first and then settled down to enjoy the sensation-she remembered how she'd first met Jimmy Jackson, a member of the medical teaching staff at one of the country's most respectable universities.
Straight out of the hills, virgin, a product of a hell and brimstone religion, she'd won a scholarship to the university. She knew what she looked like, a hillbilly girl, full of body, her hair stringy because she'd never had the materials and the knowledge to care for it properly, but she knew, also, that she had a mind. No one had been more surprised than her coal-mining, damnation-preaching father to discover , that Matty, his youngest daughter, could hold her own with the best the high school had to offer and win over all of them to get the coveted scholarship. And he'd tried to keep her from going.
"No nice gal ought to go off to that sinful city alone," her father had said. And when she insisted on going, he took her outside to the old shed and raised her long skirt and whaled the shit out of her, his big, rough hand pounding down on her soft, girlish ass with a force which made her scream and beg for mercy. But she went anyhow, running away in the dead of night, walking the four miles to town and the bus station, carrying her few belongings in a cloth bag. The people at the school helped her get a job, serving in the cafeteria, and she began to discover a new world of knowledge in her classes, absorbing with a gusto which had her teachers talking about that hillbilly girl from up east who was named Matty but wanted to be called Misty.
She moved with the innate grace of a yearling mare colt. She wore out-of-style clothing, until she could earn some money and buy new ones, and then she bought with the ignorant taste of the country girl, wearing absolutely whorish clothing which she found at fire sales and little stores in the black sections. And the boys, looking at her and thinking she was what she seemed to be, made passes and dirty, insulting remarks until she was afraid to accept any of the many offers she had. She was still virgin and knew that a girl who screws before she is legally married is doomed to hell's fire.
Then Randy, who worked in the cafeteria, got past her guard, lured her into his apartment, poured three martinis into her and then slipped his cock into her virgin slit after using the dishonorable persuasions of liquor and promises of marriage. She thought she loved Randy, and she let him hurt her badly, with his big, hard cock driving selfishly up into her tightness, making the blood flow, much to his amazement and shame.
"It's all right, Misty," he said, "well get married."
She was crying. She hated herself. She knew that God was going to strike her dead for having sinned. She had blood and semen all over her pubic hair and her cunt felt as if a million fireworks had exploded in it, for Randy had awakened a sleeping tiger when he forced her maidenhead. For eighteen years she'd suppressed any thought of sex, even being able, almost, to wipe out the memory of her night dreams in which she experienced those wonderful climaxes.
That was the worst part, the fact that she'd come. Even with her cunt hurting like hell she'd come. She'd felt this buildup as Randy fucked her really hard and, even if he was a rabbit and came within minutes, she felt it build and build and then, as he pumped come into her, she felt it explode and she screamed out in fear and awe as her cunt pressed and squeezed and felt like nothing she'd ever felt before.
Hating herself, knowing that she was doomed, she let him screw her again that very night, having two climaxes that time and hearing Randy call her a tight-twatted tiger.
She considered killing herself the next morning. She'd been away from home only two months and she'd already proved her father right. She was bad clean through and sinful, and she'd let a man screw her. She walked the streets thinking about throwing herself into the path of a truck. But the life force was too strong in her and she went on. And then, the very next night, with Randy promising that he'd marry her, she let him have her again, spread her legs for the third time and took that hard cock right up her cunt and crawled all over him getting her climax and kissing him and clinging and moaning like the whore she was.
But it was love, and gradually she began to rationalize her actions by telling herself that, as soon as they could afford it, she and Randy would be married. In the meantime, having been spared pregnancy by some freak of a kind nature, she discovered that danger by reading everything she could find on sex. Trembling and nervous, she went to a seedy, tired old doctor and got a prescription for the pill. After that she was in Randy's apartment every night, getting out of her clothing as quickly as possible, falling down like a bug to spread her legs wide for the lovely entry of his cock.
Then she walked into Randy's apartment one night when she thought he'd gone home to visit his family. Being lonely, just going there, using her key, to be in familiar surroundings would help kill her loneliness. And there was Randy, lying on his back, being ridden like a hard-cocked stallion by a chubby little girl not half as pretty as she.
She threw herself in front of a Mayflower moving van but was hardly scratched. The driver was in second gear. She wasn't even good at killing herself. She was bumped slightly, fell only halfway to the pavement, catching herself on her hand and bruising her palm, and the policeman who saw that it was an obviously deliberate suicide attempt took her, after establishing her identity, to the university hospital where she met Prof. Jimmy Jackson, M.D.
"Pregnant, huh?" Those were Jimmy's first words io her.
"No," she sobbed.
"Can't cut it in class?" He was looking at her records, which showed an alarming drop in her grade averages since her affair with Randy.
"I'm a sinner and a whore," she sobbed.
"I've known a lot of whores," Jimmy said. "You don't seem to be old enough."
And then he began to talk to her.
"Of all the foolish drivel," he said, his voice stem. "You're going to kill yourself because you've had intercourse with one boy?
"I'm not advocating promiscuity," he said, "but in girls of your age the sexual urge is at its peak and it's only natural that you have strong urges. You've done nothing that terrible. If it bothers you, don't go to bed with anyone else, but for God's sake, don't throw your life away just because you were seduced."
Seeing Jimmy regularly in his office, on a sort of probation, she began to see things differently back in class. She was not changed. God was forgiving. She was, with the minor loss of a maidenhead which had been nothing more, really, than tight muscles, the same girl, only wiser.
So wise that, cured and back on the Dean's list, she went out to celebrate, all alone, had a drink in a bar, feeling worldly and grown-up, and let a traveling salesman take her for a ride in his car from the bar to the alley in back where he kissed her twice, put his hand in her blouse, put his finger into her creaming slit, and then, within five minutes, had her spread out on the back seat with his cock stitching in and out giving her orgasm after orgasm as he used his whisky hard to fuck endlessly. She came a half dozen times, screaming and moaning each time, begging for more.
"God, hit me again like that," she'd say. "Fuck me hard. Drive your cock up to my eyeballs."
Six times she came.
"Whore," she called herself the next morning.
Then, "well, if that's what I am, well." She fucked a different man or boy each night for three weeks. Once, toward the end of the period, she was so hot, so desperate, having made no pick-up until after eleven, that she went up to the only patron at the last bar, a rather fat middle-aged man and said, "You're alone and I'm alone. Can't we do something about that?"
He did something about it. "Honey," he said, a few minutes later, "my wife is coming after me in ten minutes."
"We'll have to hurry then, won't we?" she asked, taking his arm, leading him out the back door into the alley. She reached down and squeezed his cock, which was hard. She unzipped his fly, and in desperation, fell to her knees. She sucked his cock hard, then, standing, her skirt up and her panties down around her legs, she guided his cock into her wet, hungry cunt and climbed it, her ass grinding against a brick wall, her body reaching for climax as the man bent his knees and humped his cock up into her. She came blindingly and felt his come spurt out into her and then she raised her panties and lowered her skirt and, full of his come, walked into the street and really got clobbered this time.
"Just what the hell is your problem?" Jimmy Jackson asked angrily after she'd been patched up and had the cast on her leg and the bandages over her arms and face.
She sobbed it out to him.
And in the week she stayed in the hospital she told him everything and listened to his kind voice and on the day when she was to be released, with no place to go except her dorm room, unable to work, behind in her classes, she sobbed out, "God, I wish I had a man like you."
He looked at her with an unreadable expression on his face. He was silent for a long, long time. When he spoke she wept. "You're coming home with me," he said.
He had this nice old house. It was big and there was a motherly old black woman to take care of her and Jimmy brought her her books and assignments and she worked her ass off catching up. And in the evenings he'd talk with her.
"You like sex, right?" he said one night.
"Yes," she admitted.
"But you feel guilty."
"God, yes."
"Would you feel guilty about sex, about doing anything sexy, if you were married to the man you were doing it with?"
"Not if I loved him," she said.
"Could you love me, Misty?" He was seated on the edge of her bed.
She was afraid to answer. Instead, her eyes filled with tears and she turned her head.
"Misty?"
"You're kidding around with me," she said.
"Not at all."
"You're serious?"
"Deadly serious."
"Oh, God, Jimmy," she bawled, making a mess of her face and pawing out to grab his hand and kiss it wildly. "Oh, God. It's too good to be true."
He was older, of course. And they were a funny sight with him helping her manage her cast up the steps to the courthouse where they were married, and then the damned cast got in the way as she spread it wide and let Jimmy's hung-heavy cock drive into her pussy with a power which made her come on the first stroke and keep coming for days.
"You're not a nymphomaniac," Jimmy told her, "you just are a fantastically sexy broad." And he was an oversexed satyr who satisfied her for years while she got her degree and then a masters and, finally, a doctorate. And she still looked like a tart, had a box which never cooled off, had been educated by Jimmy to like sex in any variation not excluding anything, three on a bed whether two men or two women, a quick lay with a casual stranger which she'd tell Jimmy about, the use of mechanical devices which drove her up the wall, and as much swinging as they could fine up. When Gail and Lew Pastor came up from the south to visit them she'd screwed over a hundred men and had eaten the cunts of dozens of women and she loved her oversexed husband to distraction.
He could see it in her eyes as she looked up at him with Lew's cock in her mouth, her hand on his own cock. He smiled down, saying with his eyes, "Have a ball, you sexy wench."
"Want cock," she gasped, taking her mouth away from Lew's hardness.
Lew gave her cock. She rolled her legs up, sitting on the very edge of the couch. She spread her thighs wide, showing him the dark bower of her grotto, the pink eye of the cunt, the dark hair, the dark lips, the almost black pudenda. He knelt, guided his cock to the wetness, leaned forward, grunted as his cock was wetted and then swallowed by the hungry maw of her cunt. Jimmy, meanwhile, was on his knees paying tribute to Gail's clean cunt with his eager tongue and there was an added dimension of lust for Gail and Lew because, while she was being eaten and he had his cock in Misty's cunt, they could see each other.
Misty, feeling that good, hard cock in her, squirmed and came with a little laugh and then she reached over and started squeezing Gail's tits as her husband ate her. She smiled up at Lew and said, "Let's make it nice for Gail, OK?"
"Fine," Lew said, feeling a deep stroke go up into Misty's belly and hold there, his cock throbbing almost on the verge of coming into Misty's fine, tight, sweet cunt.
"On the floor, lady," Misty said to Gail, pushing Lew's cock out of her and scrambling up to pull Jimmy away from Gail and then to pull Gail up and push her gently but firmly down onto the soft carpeting.
"Three on one for a few moments, fellows," Misty said. She selected her favorite spot, between Gail's legs, her hair tickling Gail's thighs as her mouth sought out the warm wetness left on Gail's pussy by Jimmy. Lew watched as Jimmy knelt beside Gail's head and, with a wild surge of lust, thrust his big cock down into Gail's mouth. With Misty working expertly on her cunt, tongue spearing into the hole, then working up to the clit, then going all the way down to her anus to lick, flatly, hard, wetly, all the way up to the clit, with her mouth filled with Jimmy's cock, Gail began to writhe and moan with pleasure. Lew, not to be left out, fell onto his stomach, his hard cock pressed against the carpet, and attacked her full tits, biting and chewing and licking and sucking as Gail made wet, slobbering sounds in his ear eating Jimmy's cock and then began to moan with wild abandon as she started coming.
Lew couldn't stand that anymore. He was a hot sonofabitch and he had to have something for himself. He snuck up on Misty, who was kneeling, eating Gail with abandon, and drove his cock like a pile driver into her cunt from the dog position. He had a full view of Gail eating Jimmy's cock and of Misty eating Gail's pussy and he began to fuck all for himself, just letting the sensuous feeling take him, abandoning himself to pure lust, driving his cock home time and time again with great force.
"God, that's good," Misty moaned, making her plump, sweet ass move in circles, clenching his cock with internal muscles as she came. Then everything blew sky high as Jimmy grunted and his cock swelled up and thrust down Gail's throat and began to pump. Lew could see the vein swell and then pump and it gave him a strange feeling to know that his wife was taking a load into her mouth while he was coming into the cunt of the woman who was eating her pussy. Then the four of them were coming together and then it was over and there were a few satisfied giggles.
It was Jimmy who revived first. They were lounging around on the thick carpet, with drinks, and Jimmy was playing with Gail's wet cunt. Then his cock hardened and he rolled onto her and put it into her cunt and started rocking. Lew, who was still shot down, watched. Jimmy rolled Gail atop him and put his hands on her soft, full ass and pushed her down onto the shaft of his cock. Lew was directly behind them, looking up between Jimmy's out-thrust legs. He had a glorious fine view of the big cock stretching Gail's cunt almost to splitting and driving in wetly, sliding in and out. Gail began to moan and twist her ass and Lew was ready. He pulled Misty around and crawled onto her with his face turned to the view of Jimmy's cock in Gail. Now Jimmy was pumping hard and Gail was coming and Misty came with a hiss and a bite on Lew's ear and, somehow, they had switched and Lew felt his cock going into Gail's pussy. It was swollen with use and as silken as a cunt can be only when lubricated with liberal amounts of the sexual juices of both sexes; he felt it pussy-grab and squeeze and then he wanted Misty. He tapped Jimmy on the shoulder and they switched.
It was unbelievably sexy, climbing off one woman and driving his cock into the hole of another. It was so sexy that they did it repeatedly, playing a game, the girls trying to make the men come. Misty won with Lew, milking down his cock with wild, frantic motions of her ass, sucking it deep, taking it all the way into her belly and squeezing it and then moaning with still another climax as Lew gave it to her in quick, hard bursts of come into her thirsty tissues. He looked over in time to see Jimmy coming into his wife's cunt and the booming release of the come made the big shaft throb and twitch and Gail was sobbing and laughing at the same time.
There were more drinks. They sprawled on chairs and couches and laughed and Misty moaned and said, "God, my cunt is sore."
Lew thought, "We'll never be able to say we haven't been around anyone who talks frankly of sex.
"I think," Jimmy said, "that it's time for a restful period. Would you care to come upstairs and nap with me, Gail?
Gail had come more in a short period than she'd ever come in her life. She looked at Jimmy's huge cock, half-hard, and sighed. "I do hope you mean a real sleep nap." But she rose and went with him. Misty was sprawled on the couch, her legs cocked, showing her much-used pussy to be wet and gooey with come.
"You sleepy, lover?" she asked Lew, when they were alone.
"I'm shot down," he grinned.
"OK," she said. "I'll be patient."
Upstairs, Gail threw herself down on a king sized bed. Jimmy lay across the foot of it, looking up at her messy pussy. She was made self-conscious as he stared interestedly at her cunt.
"I should go wash," she said.
"Too much trouble," he grinned, moving up between her legs. She tried to move away, knowing that she had at least two loads of come dribbling out of her. She could feel it all over the soft parts of her inner-thighs.
"I'll do it for you," he said, starting to lick her tight thighs, moving up, as she protested, to cover her cunt and lick it clean.
She relaxed and let him eat her and the feeling was nice, but she was shot down. He cleaned her thoroughly and then, his mouth pressed full on her wet, hot cunt, closed his eyes and relaxed. She felt sleep coming and dropped off into a lovely doze with his mouth on her.
She awoke to a funny sensation. She felt wonderful. The sleep had refreshed her. It was dark in the room. And there was something smooth and cool rubbing all around her cunt.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Ah, awake?"
"Ummm."
He reached out and turned on a light and he was down with his face close to her cunt but it wasn't his mouth or his cock which was rubbing her there. She felt the smooth coolness push up into her cunt, spread it, demand entrance past her tight muscles. It was very hard and very smooth and the feeling was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She raised herself and looked down.
He was thrusting a smooth, bright red object into her.
"What in the world is that?" she asked.
He grinned. "Feel good?"
"Very," she said, "but what is it?"
He pulled it out. It was a marble egg, smooth and heavy. On a table beside the bed were other eggs nesting in an alabaster bowl.
He rubbed the smooth, small end of the egg around her twat, letting the smoothness caress the area outside the labia, then up and around her clitoris, then down into the wetness of her slit and push in.
She felt it begin to slide past her entrance muscles and then she tensed. "Relax," he said. She lay back and the egg began to slide into her cunt, feeling like a big, smooth, cool dick.
"What if it goes all the way inside?" she asked.
"That's the idea."
"It might get turned sideways and not come out," she said.
"It will come out." He pushed. The feeling was one of almost perverted lust, as the smooth, heavy egg penetrated her cunt. Then it slipped past, into the dark heat of her vagina, her labia closing over it. Jimmy's finger pushed it deeper, deeper, and then he closed his mouth over the opening, blocking the egg, holding it inside her. His upper lip began to caress her clit and she started to roll with the feelings, lifting her ass to meet his kiss, twitching her hips, and moving her muscles inside her vagina to feel the solidity, the smoothness of the marble egg.
The egg got caught in the entrance muscles and began to slide out. Jimmy pushed it back. It became a sensuous game. She would force the egg out and get the feeling of a huge, hard penis being withdrawn from her, stretching her pussy almost to a painful opening. Then it would be forced back into her and the movement, coupled with Jimmy's kissing of her cunt and manipulation of her clit, would be the equal of an entry stroke of a very big cock. She moaned and writhed with the goodness and then Jimmy added a new thing. He quickly reached out for two containers which he had prepared while she slept. One contained marble eggs and hot water. The other marble eggs and water in which ice cubes had chilled the eggs to give her a frigid shock when he applied the large end of one of the eggs to the nipple of her breast, reaching up, not taking his mouth from the hot maw of her cunt, his tongue pushing the egg inside her back up into the trembling opening.
Hot and cold. One egg hot. The other icy. Touching, rubbing, sending unbelievable sensations throughout her body. Her nipples were extremely sensitive to the hot and cold treatment and they stood out and pouted and sent little ripples of sensation down to join the fucking goodness in her cunt. She moaned helplessly as her body relaxed into the most total sex she'd ever known.
Switching eggs now and then, to keep them hot and cold, Jimmy began to seek out the erogenous zones of her body, her belly, her underarms, her inner thighs, her anus. The hot and cold made her pant wildly, her squirmings almost threw his mouth off her cunt, but he rode her, teased her, found areas of her body which she'd never known had sexual significance. And suddenly she was coming and it wouldn't stop. The smooth egg in her cunt was thrust out each time her vaginal muscles spasmed and thrust back in with Jimmy's mouth, and she was sobbing and moaning and laughing and her body was a sex machine coming endlessly. The hot and cold smooth things were ravishing her and the wild orgasm stopped only when Jimmy let the egg in her, warmed by her inner body, slip out to be replaced with a shocking, icy cold egg which sent a tremor of sensation through her and stopped the pulsing. But it stopped only for a moment, as the cold egg was replaced by a smooth, hot one and Jimmy followed the hot egg with the cold egg, making two eggs thrust up into her cunt and she worried, momentarily, about rupture or something, but Jimmy was a doctor and the feeling of hot in her and cold in her and Jimmy's mouth over all, playing with her clit and making her come drove all but lust from her mind. The eggs in her were like one huge, smooth hard cock and she came and came until, with one final burst of lust, she experienced total climax and blacked out.
Misty, meanwhile, had sprawled on the floor with Lew and was tenderly bringing his weapon back to life with what she rightly called the best head job in Kentucky. And when it was hard she just toyed with it, holding it in her hands, licking it, kissing it, rubbing it all over her body as she crawled over Lew like a sensuous living toy.
At a good moment she left him, returning with two well-made joints. "When you smoke dope when you're already hot," she said, "it really adds to it."
Lew had tried grass, of course; hadn't everyone? It wasn't his bag, yet now he went along. Misty lit up, breathed deeply, and held; the joint passed back and forth between them, and in between, while he was toking, she was blowing another joint, his flesh and blood member. Then the world slowed and came to a stop and the only movement was Misty's mouth on his cock and then his mouth on her wet, used, juicy pussy and then the acrobatic actions of a turned-on sex-pot climbing onto his saddle and riding him, kneeling and thrusting his cock deeply up into her hot, endless hole, his cock feeling a mile long and his time sense slowed so that when he came, hours later it seemed, the wonderful feeling of ejaculating into an eager, pulsing cunt wouldn't stop, became so great he didn't think he ever wanted it to end. And there were Gail and Jimmy watching and Gail's face was smiling. He felt a hand; Gail's or Jimmy's? The hand closed over the base of his cock and made itself an extension of Misty's cunt and his cock was in a mile-deep hole and coming, coming, coming until he felt emptied and exhausted and then there were still three or four more jerks of that member as it let fly three or four more spoutings of come into Misty's pounding cunt and then a feeling of glorious peace and four people sitting around naked and toking on fresh joints.
Breakfast the next morning was wonderful. Lew was hungry as hell and ate enough for two men. Then they sat around and planned how Jimmy and Misty would visit them in ocean country.
"I have a theory," Misty said, from a distance, as she put dishes into the dishwasher. Lew, Jimmy and Gail were at the table, over a second cup of coffee.
.. from seeing pictures of small boats. I think in the right kind of sea with the right length boat the movement of the boat would come at just the right time. I mean, you wouldn't even have to move, yourself, just let the ocean do the work for you. I'll bet it would be some mean fucking."
"You come visit us and we'll try it on for size," Lew said.
CHAPTER FIVE
They left Jimmy and Misty in the parking lot. They'd spent an afternoon at the races and the excitement was still in Lew's blood. He had cheered home one winner and, the winner being a long shot, had made just under fifty dollars on the day. He'd had three drinks, just enough to make him feel good, a bit reckless, and eager for more excitement. And there was Misty. She wore the shortest of mini-skirts, showing her legs to good advantage. Her knit top was decorated by two pert mounds tipped by hard, jutting nipples which seemed to stay in a permanent state of excitement, punching out invitingly against her blouse.
"You two don't have to leave, you know," Jimmy said. "We'd love to have you for another week or so."
"Well," Lew said, "we don't want to overstay our welcome."
"Not a chance, honey," Misty said, moving to stand beside him, rubbing one of those hard little nipples against his arm, heedless of the other people in the crowded parking lot. It was late. Soon, darkness would close in.
Lew and Gail had announced that they would have to move on. Lew's excuse was business in Chicago.
"You can spend one more night," Misty coaxed. "Then get an early start in the morning."
"After a night with you I wouldn't be in shape for an early start," Lew grinned. "It's early yet. We can drive on into Cincinnati, get a good night's sleep, and make it on into Chicago tomorrow."
"I feel rejected," Misty pouted playfully. "Anything but," Lew said, while Gail and Jimmy walked a few paces away, talking. "And if you don't quit rubbing yourself against me that way I'll be forced to rape you right here in the parking lot."
"Would you. Please?" She smiled up at him, giving him her most whorish look, licking her upper lip with her mouth open.
Jimmy walked back. "Gail says she's game for one more drink. There's a place over there." He pointed.
Misty spoke quickly. "You and Gail go have one," she said. "Lew and I will wait in the car."
The sun was down and the parking lot was emptying rapidly. Lew sensed Misty's intention and felt his manhood begin to swell. "Go ahead, Jimmy," he said. "Well just sit and talk."
"Have an interesting talk," Jimmy smiled at them, knowing his buzz-saw wife. He walked back and spoke to Gail. She looked toward Lew and then turned away, Jimmy's arm hooking into hers.
"The back seat is more comfortable," Misty said, tugging on Lew's arm. They were standing between Lew's car and Jimmy's Buick. The back seat of the big car was wide and roomy and Misty saw to it that only a small portion of it was in use. She sat very close to Lew, her hand going down to fondle his hardening cock. "It'll be dark in a minute."
Cars were passing slowly, clearing the parking lot. Already it was dim. Lew kissed her and got a hot, open response. His hand went down and came up her leg. She had on pantihose without panties and the warmth of her pussy came through the thin garment. The nearest light was far enough away to leave the back seat in shadow. He felt his sex well up in him and he knew that time was short. He pushed Misty down onto the seat, used both hands to skin down her pantihose without tearing or running them. She raised her rump to give him room and then she was naked, her dark mound and hot, damp slit a delight to his hand. With a satisfied sigh Lew did what he felt like doing, falling down, thrusting his face between Misty's smooth thighs, taking all of it, all that hot, tasty, wet cunt, covering it with his mouth, his lower lip going down to cover the dark pudenda, his upper lip stretched over the clit, his tongue lashing at the wetness, the smoothness, the hole of her, the hard knot of her clit.
"Oh, God, Lew," she moaned, driving her hips with a wild frenzy.
It was the way sex is nice sometimes. There's a drive, a desire. Both people know it and are hot-natured. Both are willing to skip the preliminaries and get on with it, both knowing that the other won't disappoint.
"I am," Lew thought, "getting to be quite a lover of the female cunt." He thought back. In a very short period of time he'd eaten Misty, Mandy, Cindy and Gail. Four lovely twats. All hot, wet tasting of woman. Each woman had a distinctive taste. And kissing a pussy was, in a way, a selfish thing, because mouth kisses were sometimes imperfect. One woman kissed with her mouth too wide. Another with it too tight. A pussy, on the other hand, just sits there and lets itself be kissed. You can, he was thinking, kiss it any way you like. You can kiss it tenderly, pecking. You can be wet and messy. You can open your mouth wide and take all of it and suck and get a mouthful of labia. You can lick it all the way from the dark anus to the upper tip of the slit, past the clit. And you know that, no matter what you do, butterfly the clit or lick the entire slit, you're giving pleasure.
Misty moaned and her hips circled, lifting her cunt, trying to push it down Lew's throat. Her legs opened wide, wide, giving him all the access he could handle to her lovely cunt area. He ran his tongue down the sides of it, outside the labia on that smooth, nice area. He drove his tongue into her hooded hole, getting a gasp of appreciation in return. And then his tongue licking hard on the clit and his lips pinching and biting, she began to lift higher and to say his name, "Lew, Lew, Lew." She was arched, her rump lifted, her heels digging into the seat, her head tossing from side to side in her ecstasy.
She came and he could tell it by her wild dance of lust, by her moans. When she relaxed he reached down, unzipped his fly, and took out his cock. It was hard, quivering, the lust juice moistening its smooth head. He crawled and felt her hand go down to seize his cock and then he lowered and she guided and placed the hard head of his cock at the soft, hot, wet entrance. It slid and punched and opened and took her body, driving far in, being warmed and slicked and teased by the irregularities in the vagina walls. It was squeezed by the inner muscles. He held it deep in, felt it throb.
"Honey," he whispered, "I'm going to come fast."
"Yes," she whispered. "Come in me. Come fast and hard."
He eased out, all the way out, letting his cock clear the softness of her, feeling the cool air on the wetted shaft, then he drove in slowly, strongly, deeply, having a full entry stroke. She doubled his stroke as it hit, as mound met mound, her hips giving a one-two-three switch, driving her clit up against his cock, making it feel delightful as her motion put friction on his shaft fully encased in her body. Then it was just a matter of how long he'd last, for he was letting himself go, enjoying this quickie. Not five minutes had passed since they got into the back seat and she'd come once on his mouth, he was on the verge of coming, his glands up inside quivering, feeling the goodness of his orgasm in advance, the good, good feeling reaching down, down, almost to the point where, when it hit, it would flow over the top and spill down the shaft of his cock and burst out into her jet propelled, gouts of his come, all ready, boiling up inside him, waiting to gush out and wet her insides.
"I'm going to fill you up in just a minute," she heard him gasp, as he made one more long, slow exit and entry.
"Come, darling," she crooned. "Come in me. Fill me up."
He blasted two, three, four hard strokes into her pulsing, squeezing softness. He drew back. He drove, shuddering, every muscle tensed. He grunted as if he were lifting something very heavy. He was swelling in her, his cock growing, spreading, becoming huge, full, and then bursting and the first spout of his pent-up come lashed out. She felt it. She felt it gust out and wet her and she came with the impact of it, her ass and hips rolling, moving, quivering. His cock was bursting, throbbing, coming. Her muscles squeezed back in joy, her cunt taking all of his come, her back arched, pelvic saddle rolled up, pointed up at him, taking his hard, coming cock to the hilt. And it went on and on and was so good that, when it was finished, they lay together and sighed and didn't move.
Two or three minutes later she moved tentatively. His cock was half-stiff.
"I'm going to be looking forward to that boat ride," she said.
"We'll make it very exciting," he told her.
"God, I love fucking you," she said.
He laughed. "Mutual, but don't you love fucking almost anybody?"
She stilled. "Why not?"
"I wasn't accusing," he said, realizing that he'd said the wrong thing.
"Oh, it's all right," she said, taking up her teasing, pleasing, little after-motion again, getting one last feel out of his cock before it went limp and fell out of her lubricious slit. "But I detected a hint of something I don't like there, buster. We, Jimmy and I, love fucking. We don't try to hide that fact, not even from ourselves. Are you sure you like what you're doing?"
Seeing her cunt, used, barely visible in the light from the nearby lamp, he told himself, "Hell, yes, I like what I'm doing."
"I've seen people try swinging who weren't ready for it," Misty went on. "Listen, you gotta have this feeling of rightness, or it's a pain in the ass, you know? I mean, if you suffer guilt feelings after a bang, then it would be better if you'd forget the swinging and just stay home with Gail. I'm not being mean about it, I'm just talking for your own good. Jimmy and I were at a fraternity party one night. We stayed until after the girls had to leave the house and we got a bit drunk with some of the boys, about five of them, I think, I was too bombed to remember, and I ended up in a bedroom while Jimmy was down below and I took all of them, five I think. I loved it. And when I got home and told Jimmy about it he loved it. We agreed that it wasn't smart. There's always a chance that a college boy will talk, but it had been done and we both knew what was happening when it happened and we didn't feel guilty about it. I told Jimmy about it in complete detail and he loved hearing about it and fucked the hell out of me while I was telling him. How would you feel if Gail took on five college boys?"
"I don't know," Lew admitted truthfully.
"OK I don't advocate that sort of thing. It's better with two well-mated partners, or with four well-mated people or whatever, but take this example. Suppose it had been you and me going for the drink. What would you feel when you came back to the car and found Gail freshly, obviously fucked?"
"Well, I wouldn't mind," he said. "She's certainly fucked Jimmy before."
"What I'm trying to say is this," Misty went on. "You two, being new at this, have to discover your own way. With me and Jimmy it's anything goes, together or separately. If he has a chance to bang some hot-pants college girl, I'm pleased for him. If I want to go out and have a single, I'm free to do so. Some swingers don't do that. I mean, they make it a fifty-fifty thing. If you don't get laid I don't get laid. You're going to have to decide how you want it and stick to it. Some people have to have some sort of rules to five by."
"I sort of like--" He paused. 'I started to say I sort of like the idea of having it your way, but then I thought about Gail being out at night alone with some guy and I had this feeling of worry, not because she was getting laid, but because she might not be able to handle some situation, you know?"
"Well, you two have to work it out," Misty said. She was pulling up her pantihose. Lew put his hand in, quickly, felt the goo of her cunt, pressed her clit. "Ummm," she said.
"It's been great, Misty."
"Same here."
They were smoking when Gail and Jimmy came back. Misty kissed Lew goodbye in the empty parking lot. Gail kissed Jimmy. Soon after they were driving north on the I-75.
"Hungry?" Lew asked a quiet Gail.
"So-so," she said. "No hurry."
"Make it to Covington?" he asked. "Less than an hour."
"Sure."
The big car was isolated in the night. Traffic was not bad. Lew felt easy and relaxed. He talked small talk. At Covington they ate, called ahead for a reservation in a motel, then drove on to the outskirts of Cincinnati. The motel was a good one and the ice machine was just down the hall; he had the makings of a drink going within minutes. Gail took the night things out of the suitcase and then took her drink and sat down on the edge of the king-sized bed. She looked thoughtful.
"Hey," he said, "what's the problem?"
She smiled briefly. "Nothing, really."
"Tired?"
She laughed. "I'm utterly used up."
"In more ways than one," Lew grinned. "How about those two?"
"Wild," she said. "I've got a few tricks I picked up from Jimmy that you're going to have to learn. A few thing involving marble eggs and ice water."
"Jesus," Lew said. "Sounds crazy."
He sat beside her. "This I have to hear," he said.
She told him. He felt his cock stiffen as she talked and remembered Misty's words about how Jimmy enjoyed hearing about her experiences. And as she continued to give him details of the things she did with Jimmy, he undressed her, bared her nice breasts, chewed them, took off her panties and began to make oral love to her cunt as she felt the stimulation and began to talk in a breathy voice.
She was telling how she'd come repeatedly with the two eggs inside her vagina when Lew penetrated her and began to drive his hard rod deeply into her. Suddenly, there flashed through his mind a picture of the women he'd had naked in the past few days, Cindy, Mandy, Misty. He thought of their twats, each different. Amazing how they could be the same damned organ and be so different in shape, in feel, in heat. Gail's was the nicest of all, fitting his hard cock as if it had been molded to it, soft, giving, hot, wet, the ultimate sex object, his wife's cunt.
"Tell me about you and Misty in the car," Gail said, having finished her tale about Jimmy and the marble eggs.
He told her. He timed his strokes, made them long, deep. He rode her high to make his mound hit her clit. She began to ride with him, matching his rhythm, her lips pulled back in a sensuous sneer of delight, her arms clinging, hands feeling, rubbing. As best he could he described his feelings and Misty's actions. When he said, "And then I drove it into her and felt it explode. I came in her," Gail moaned and began her climax; he, in his turn, hit her deeply, added his own muscle spasms to hers and they came together.
It was early. They lay easily, soaking. It felt good to be atop her, in her. His cock didn't go soft all the way. Sometimes it was like that with Gail, it would be half an hour before the hardness went away. He didn't know why. With other women it faded almost immediately. But with Gail it stayed hard and he kept it in her and after a long time, when he thought she was asleep, she said, "Lew?"
"Ummm?" he grunted.
"Do we have to go on?"
He knew immediately what she meant. "Not unless we both want to," he said. "You know that." He lay silently, waiting for her to speak. He felt a bit of apprehension. Before they left the home of Jimmy and Misty Jackson, Jimmy had placed a telephone call. It was that call which had influenced him to choose the route which had brought them to the motel on the outskirts of Cincinnati. He had heard the voice on the other end of the line.
"Special friends of ours," Jimmy had been saying. "I know you'll like them, Jean." The voice on the other end had been husky, a bit of a southern mountain accent, very female.
Now, after he'd spent considerable time during the drive wondering what kind of woman this voice would represent, if she'd be as attractive as, say, Mandy Thetford, if she'd be as sexy as Misty, Gail was making sounds of backing out.
He was the one who had to speak. "Haven't you enjoyed it so far?"
"Well," she said, "I won't lie about it. It's been very exciting, but--"
"But?"
She sighed. "I don't know, Lew. I just don't know. I seem to be changing. I'm not sure I want to be what I'm becoming. I was taught that sex is a part of marriage, and that a girl saves herself for her husband. You were the only man. I mean, I was a virgin when I married you and now I've been to bed with three different men in the past few days."
"But we were together in it. We were doing it together. You shouldn't feel any guilt, because I knew and it was all right with me and--"
"I'm just not sure it's all right with me," she said.
He was silent. His cock had gone soft and he rolled off. He went into the bathroom, washed, and came back.
"I've learned something about sex," she said. "I've learned that it means a lot to you. I think I can understand how you feel. I mean, well, I've been rough on you about your, ah, affairs. I think I know now that they meant only sex and fun and games to you. It's a powerful force, sex. I enjoyed it tremendously with Jimmy, for example, but it was just sex. And I'll have to admit that watching you and Misty was one of the most exciting things that's ever happened to me. But I'm just not sure I want to go that route. I mean, I'm not going to raise hell if you want to get some outside sex now and then, I've outgrown that in the past few days, but, well, I'm just not sure I want...."
"OK," he said, sitting on the side of the bed. "I guess we'll head on home."
"You don't mind?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm greedy," he said. "I was wondering how it would be with this Jean Flowers, but we've had our fling. Three women for me, three men for you. I think we can go home and sex each other off talking about it for a while, don't you?"
She giggled. "Isn't that funny? I mean, how sexy I get thinking of you screwing someone?"
"Listen," he said, "just now when we were screwing I pictured you with Jimmy and it made me so hot I almost came that instant."
"I guess we're just dirty old people," she grinned. "Terrible," he said. "Just terrible." He leaned over her, put his face on her flat stomach. "If you weren't so messy I'd eat you," he said.
"That didn't bother Jimmy," she said, and the first thing she knew she was telling Lew about Jimmy eating her and Lew was toying with her and then she was reaching down to find his cock and it was growing hard and then they were together and it was long and hard and lovely.
"I'll have to call the Flowers couple," he said, next morning after they'd had a late breakfast. "What shall I tell them?" Secretly, he was still hoping she'd change her mind, but things were so nice between them that he wasn't going to risk upsetting her by asking her.
"Oh, tell them I'm ill and that we've decided to head on back home," she said.
He recognized the sexy country voice immediately. "Jean Flowers?" he asked.
"And you're that nice looking man from Carolina," she said. "Right?"
"I'm from Carolina, but I'm going to plead the fifth on the other," Lew said. "Listen, Jean, I'm afraid we're going to have to fink out on our meeting you on this trip."
"Ah, honey," she said, "and after me washing my hair and taking a bath all over?"
"Well, it's Gail," Lew said, looking across the bed at Gail, who was packing. "She's come down with some kind of bug. Nothing serious, but she's a bit feverish, uncomfortable. I think we'll just let her stay in bed for a while and then when she's feeling better, we'll drive on back down the road and see if we can make it home where she can rest."
"Well," Jean said, in her husky, corn-filled voice, "that beats a dog a-trotting. I mean, I was all excited, because Jimmy said you two were something else."
"We were looking forward to it, too," Lew said, getting a semi-erection just from hearing her voice and trying to put a face and a body with it. "But maybe next time, huh?"
"Listen," she said, "I would like to meet you two. Couldn't you just stop by?"
"Well, I'm afraid Gail doesn't feel very sociable right now."
"If she's going to sleep for a while, why don't you stop by then?" Jean asked. "At least I'd get to meet you."
"Well, I'm a bit leery of leaving her all alone in the motel," Lew said. Gail was looking at him.
"If you could," Jean said, "Pete wouldn't mind." Her voice lowered. "And I've just climbed out of the shower. I didn't have a chance to put a thing on be fore the telephone rang."
Lew knew that he was letting his balls do his thinking. Here he was, his relations with his wife better than they'd been in months, and he was seriously trying to think of some way to leave her alone in a motel room and go out to see if this sexy voiced broad was really naked.
"That sounds exciting," he said.
"What?" Gail asked, coming to stand beside him.
"She says she has just had a shower and hasn't had a chance to put anything on," Lew said.
"Tell Gail I'll take good care of you," Jean said. "And we'll send her some chicken soup or something."
"She wants you to come over?" Gail asked. Lew nodded. He could see that Gail was thinking.
"Listen, Jean, I'm afraid I can't make it, really. I'd love to. But--"
"I may just have to touch myself," Jean said, faking a pout.
He laughed. "I feel like a heel, but I'm afraid that's the way it is."
After exchanging "yawl come to see us," he hung up. Gail was smiling at him. She reached down and touched his erection. "You are an easy lay," she said.
"Sorry."
"Would you like to go over and see her?"
"The idea is intriguing," he admitted.
"I really can use some rest," Gail said. "Why don't you go ahead for a couple of hours?"
"I couldn't leave you."
"I'll be fine. I'll watch T.V. and nap." She kissed him. "I won't deprive you. You go ahead. Have a ball."
"You really wouldn't mind?" he asked, his cock stiffening.
"No. Really."
"Hey," he said into the telephone when Jean answered, "don't you put on any clothes, you sexy broad. I'll see you in fifteen minutes."
Actually, it took twenty. Fortunately, the Flowers' house was on the same side of town and the directions which Jean gave him were good ones, leading him down a freeway to an exit, then a short distance to a suburban development and the rather nice upper-middle class place with modem lines and lawn bright green with winter rye. He parked in the drive and walked to the doorway, a sense of pleasant anticipation in him, a curiosity. He was going to make love to a woman he'd never seen before. She was ready and waiting. It seemed very, very sexy.
When the door opened he looked into two large, brown eyes in a smooth, pretty face. Jean had a huge head of hair and it was piled loosely. She wore a satin wrap which folded down and hid her body.
"You dressed," he said.
"I had to put on something," she said. "It comes off so easy, though."
"Well" he said, grinning, still standing in the doorway. "I feel cheated, because I was promised a naked woman."
"I always keep my promises," she said, undoing one loop, shrugging, letting the satiny garment float toward the floor.
She was a big woman. Not fat. Big. She was like one of the women in a Rubens painting, big, womanly hips, small, pert breasts, plentiful flesh everywhere, a woman to sink into, a woman to climb over, melt into, knead with one's fingers, a soft, full, fleshy, sexy woman, the kind you see cavorting with satyrs in museums.
"Jesus," he said, his eyes trying to take in all of her.
"You might close the door before we give the neighbors a show," Jean said. He closed the door. She turned and walked into the living room. Her buttocks were huge, pillow-like. Just seeing them made him want to clench them in his fists, leave his finger marks on their whiteness. She stood facing him. "I hope you like a lot of woman."
"I like what I see," he said, moving to her, pushing his body up against her, letting her feel the hardness of his cock. It had risen automatically the minute she dropped the wrap. When he kissed her she sighed and trembled, pushing her loins up to feel his hardness. His breathing was immediately hot and shallow. Here was woman, fleshy, hot to his touch, eager. Jean Flowers, dropping her wrap to stand naked before him, was one of the sexiest things that had ever happened to him. It was sex at its most lustful, a woman telling him without a shadow of a doubt that she was his, that he could do with her as he liked.
He let his hands feel her soft backside; he pinched and pushed into her big, fleshy cheeks. Then he leaned, took a breast into his mouth and sucked. "Ahhhh," she moaned. He let a hand go between her ample thighs and she spread for him. Her pussy was wet with passion, a soft, hot, moist, slick, lovely feel. He drove his middle finger into her and she cried out in pleasure, clinging to him, her lips soft and wet as they toyed with his mouth. He put a bowling ball grip on her, his finger deep inside her surprisingly tight pussy, his palm up over her clit, which was huge and hard under his hand. She danced a little squirm of lust on his hand and he was over the hill with lust, not caring, aware only of the soft, big, fleshy feel of her, the heft of her body in his arms. He knew, that moment, why the old masters liked their women plump. There was so much of her! He wanted more, all of it. He wanted to taste that softness which his finger was punching. He gasped and knelt before her, thrusting his face into her pelvic softness and extending his tongue, moving her lush hair aside with his fingers. She had a great, musky smell, the smell of woman in heat and the taste was sensuous, pussy, wet, slick.
"My God," she gasped, spreading her legs to let him have more of her, his mouth covering her creaming pussy now. He licked from bottom to top, toying with her hard, slick clit. She moaned and writhed and then, with a sigh of pure lust, pushed him backward. He lay full length on the soft carpet and looked up. She was straddling him, her feminine, fleshy, Rubens figure all there before his eyes. And she was lowering herself, lower, lower, looking down with lust in her eyes, lowering her big, female bottom down, down, kneeling now over his face and then closing his mouth with the sudden downward thrust of her cunt, spreading the lips of it all over his chin and wetting his nose with the upper reaches of it, the clit pressed hard on his upper lip.
He dined. He feasted. He thrust his tongue up into the core of her and she moaned her love of it, writhing, making it difficult for him to breathe as she used his face mercilessly. Her cunt was flattened, mashed, pushed against his face. He licked and sucked and let his tongue run in and she writhed and pumped and made sounds of lust and then, with a sudden, convulsive movement, jerked her pussy across his lips once, twice, and then pushed down, hard, giving him all her wetness on his face as she came. He could feel the throb of her inner muscles. She didn't stop but moved gracefully, quickly, to open his fly and drag out his hard, oozing cock. With a fluid movement she sat on it, drinking it, sucking it up into her wet, still pulsing cunt. It drove into her endlessly, feeling the smoothness, the wetness, the slick goodness and he said, "I won't be long."
"Go ahead," she whispered, looking down as she knelt atop his tower of passion, as she lifted herself and let her considerable weight drive his staff deeper and deeper.
He drove and drove and felt his come boil up and reached up to squeeze her hard tits and pinch the nipples and then he was coming, coming, coming. Hard cock coming in soft cunt, all pumping damned good come and the fiendishly good come and the wonder of a new cunt and grunting and emptying and then it was over. He was in her, his cock making little jerks. She was moving and moaning slightly in pleasant afterglow. Then she lay atop him, her weight a sweet burden, her breath sweet on his cheek.
"Lover," she said, "I have the biggest ole bed in the other room."
He was going limp. His cock slid out of her and he kissed her on the cheek. "I've got a sick wife in a motel room," he said. "I'd better get back to her."
"Sweetie, you've only been here a quarter hour." He checked his watch and it was true. He chuckled. "It didn't take us long," he said.
"When I see something I like I go for it," she said. "Why beat around the bush?" He looked at her as she sat up on the carpet beside him. "Now I want to see you naked," she said, beginning to work on his shirt and jacket. It seemed suddenly funny to him that they'd been so hot that they'd screwed on the living room carpet without even taking his jacket off. He sat up and let her remove his jacket, then his shirt. They left a trail of his clothing on the way across the room, down the hall, into the wildest bedroom he'd ever seen, all blacks and reds with two walls of mirrors. She bent, just inside, and he lifted his feet one at a time to let her remove his slacks and shorts. His socks followed. Then she made a hungry sound in her throat, pushed him onto the huge bed, fell between his legs and took his soft cock all the way into her mouth. At that moment, as he felt the resurgence of lust, he wasn't thinking of Gail, alone in the motel room.
Gail, meanwhile, was discovering what many men who travel already know. There is nothing more lonely than a motel room. This particular motel room was a nice one, with a king sized bed, new furnishings, a small alcove with a sitting area and a wonderful bath. She dozed for what seemed like a long time after Lew left, but when she awakened and got out of bed, stretching her nice limbs with a huge, private yawn, she looked at the clock and only thirty minutes had passed. She went into the bathroom, donned a shower cap, let the hot water lave her body, soaped and rubbed and luxuriated in a lengthy splash in the shower, got out, dried, walked around in the nude while she applied deodorant and make-up. Then she picked her outfit for the day: pantihose, a warm sweater blouse, and a short skirt which showed her nice legs to good advantage. An hour had passed.
It would take, she estimated, a half hour for Lew to drive to the house of a woman neither of them had ever seen. A half hour back. Depending on how long it took to get things going, Lew could be gone as long as three hours. That gave her a minimum of two more hours to wait. Lew had left at ten. It was eleven o'clock. There was a nice restaurant at the motel, but she was not yet hungry enough to go out to lunch. Besides, she hated eating alone. She sat, thumbed through the brochure showing other motels in the chain, rose, lit a cigarette, then put it out in irritation.
She gathered her things, purse, cigarettes, donned her coat and walked out, being careful to put the key to the room in her purse. On an odd chance that Lew would return early, she left a note telling him she was in the restaurant.
She was a very attractive woman walking into the restaurant. The place was not crowded. Three or four couples sat at widely spaced tables. It pleased her to see the heads of the men follow her progress across the room to a comer table. She asked the waitress for a paper and coffee.
She tried reading the paper, but images of Lew and a buxom woman kept coming between her and the sheet. She felt a warmth in the tight confines of her pantihose and knew that she was wetting them. She smiled at herself. Getting passionate thinking of her husband off with another woman. She let her mind wander, conjecture on what sort of woman Jean Flowers was. Out of the comer of her eye she saw a man, nicely dressed in a dark suit, walking among the tables, passing a few words with each table. When he stood beside her she looked up and smiled politely.
"Everything all right?" the man asked. He looked like Robert Goulet did when he was younger.
"Fine," she said, "thank you."
"I'm Bob Ronson," the man said. "Are you being served?"
"Well, really, I'm just killing time waiting for my husband," Gail said.
"Enjoy yourself," Ronson said, with an engaging smile. "Were not so snowed under by business yet that we can't afford to let our customers be leisurely."
"Thank you."
"When you order, I'd sure like to have your opinion of the food and the service," he said. "I'm new at this and we want to do things right."
"You have a nice place," Gail said.
"You wouldn't believe the trouble I had making it right," Bob said. "May I sit down for a minute?"
"Please do," Gail said.
He sat. He launched into an account of the difficulties he'd encountered while building the motel and restaurant and he was quite witty. His eyes were nice and he looked at her in a way which made her very much aware of him as a man.
"You stayed in the motel last night?" he asked. "My husband and I. He had to go out on business this morning."
"Leaving you all alone?" He smiled. "Shame. A woman as attractive as you should never be alone." She felt a little tug. Wild thoughts ran through her. Conditioned to be thinking of sex by knowing that Lew was off being extremely sexy, she was vulnerable and Robert Goulet had always turned her on. She smiled noncommittally.
"Have you seen our lounge?" Bob Ronson asked. "No."
"I think you'd like it. It's not open yet, but we hope to have it ready within a week. I'd love to show it to you." He looked into her eyes, waiting.
"All right," she said. "I'm not quite hungry enough for lunch yet." She reached for her purse, took out a quarter, and put it on the table. Ronson picked it up, took her hand in his, and put the coin into her palm.
"My pleasure," he said.
"You can't make money that way," she laughed.
He released her hand and she felt a small sense of loss. His touch had been tender, warm. And, surprisingly, there'd been a small jolt when he touched her.
Watch it, Gail, she told herself. She was sure that this man was making a pass.
But, damnit, it pleased her. He was an attractive man. It was nice to be made to feel attractive by such a man. She rose and he put his hand on her elbow and escorted her out a side door, down a hall, and into a vast, dim room with plush fittings. He flicked lights and there was just enough illumination to see the booths and tables and the bar.
"We had the best decorator in Cincinnati," he said. "Do you like it?"
"Lovely," she said.
"You make it seem complete," he said, looking at her with that little Goulet smile. "Seeing you in it makes me sure that I was right." He reached out, took her hand. She didn't try to pull away. There was a long, frozen moment as they faced each other and she knew that he was going to kiss her and she knew that she'd let him. Gail Pastor, one-man woman until only days ago, standing in an empty motel lounge waiting for a stranger to kiss her. And he did. He did it slowly, confidently. If he had fumbled or been awkward she would probably have run. But he put his face closer to hers, smiling, pulling her toward him. With a sigh, he closed and his mouth went to the comer of her mouth, not directly onto it. He kissed her lightly in the very corner. She was touching him. His arms went around her and pulled her close, not demanding, but firm.
He kissed the comer of her mouth, then her cheek, moving slowly to her neck. "Lady, you smell delicious," he whispered. She felt herself shiver when his lips touched her ear. She'd always been turned on by having her ear kissed. He felt her response and brushed his lips back and forth, breathing lightly. Then, as time stood still, as her heart beat faster, he turned her face, one hand on it, lightly, guiding her mouth to his. His lips were soft, warm, manly. She let herself press forward, feeling his young, masculine body against hers. His arms tightened and the kiss went wet, her tongue going out as of its own accord to find his tongue, to fight momentarily with it until he let hers slide by and enter his mouth.
"I knew you'd be like this," he whispered, breaking the kiss only long enough to make the comment and tighten his arms around her, lifting her, making her stand on tiptoe to feel his pelvic point, the bulge, press just above her mound. And as the kiss held and deepened, she felt his manhood swell, felt the hard, demanding thrust.
Last chance, Gail, she told herself. She'd get laid if she didn't stop, now. She told herself she should pull away, say, "This is nice, but--"
She didn't pull away. His manhood was startlingly hard and it felt gratifyingly huge. And he was lowering his hands to her rump, big, manly hands coming to squeeze her soft ass, lift her further, drive that big, hard cock under the mound and thrust it into her softness.
She was trembling like a school girl. She felt a sudden flow of juices in her insides, wetting her pantihose even more. She realized that she was turned on more than she'd been turned on in a long, long time. She felt her will melting. She knew that she'd do anything this man wanted her to do, just like that. Gail, former one-man woman, letting herself be picked up in a restaurant, being such an easy lay that if he pushed her backward and onto one of the tables all she'd do was spread her legs and pant for that hardness which was pushing and drilling up against her clit.
"Come along," he said, breaking the kiss, taking her hand.
"Where are we going?" she managed, her heart hammering, her blood pounding and thoughts of Lew and his new woman, of herself and this Bob, all confused and thunderously lusty in her mind.
"Not far," he said.
They walked out of the lounge into the lobby. There were people there and this gave her pause. But what the hell, she was a stranger in town. What did it matter if someone saw her with this man? He led her across the lobby, into the elevator. They were alone. She felt herself being pulled into his arms and let herself go, melting against him, pushing out her mound to press against his hardness. The elevator stopped on the third floor and he led her out, down a hall; he paused and opened a door.
His apartment was very nice, all whites and golds. There was a shag carpet which felt a foot deep under her feet and the outside wall was all glass, giving a view of the distant city.
"Nice view," she said.
"This is the only view I'm interested in," he whispered, looking at her face, bringing his lips to hers. She could not keep from writhing against his erection, lifting, standing on tip toe to get it under her mound. And then he bent his head, opened his mouth wide, bit down on her left breast through her sweater. It was a very sensuous moment, his teeth making indentations through the material. She had not put on a bra. Her nipple sprang to life and she sighed. He put a hand under her sweater and brought it up, lifting the sweater as he came, exposing her flawless stomach, her left breast.
He had his hand on her breast, her sweater bundled above it. "Beautiful," he whispered, just before his hot, wet mouth closed over her breast, sucking all of it that he could take into his hungry maw, sending a thrill of sheer lust all the way from the sensitive gland down through her belly into her already lubricious vagina.
He kissed the breast for long moments, then, sighing, broke away, kissed her on the mouth. His arms slid down, one going under her rump, sweeping her off her feet. He was pleasingly strong as he carried her through the white and gold living room into a white and gold bedroom with a king-sized bed made neatly.
"Beautiful girl," he said, "I'm not going to hurry this. I just might keep you here forever."
He lowered her onto the bed. Sitting, she raised her arms for him to lift the sweater, fluffed her hair, lifting her arms to do it, showing her perfect breasts to good advantage. They were rewarded, as he pushed her back and put his weight on her, with passionate kisses, little nips, teeth teasing nipples. She felt herself flow, so hot was she.
His hand crept down inside the waistband of her skirt, went under her tight pantihose, crawled fingertip first down her lower stomach, his fingers digging into her pubic hair, then finding her clit for a few delightful moments before he went further, pushing the pantihose out, letting his social finger dig into the softness at the core of her, penetrating, entering, sending a shivering fit of lust through her as she felt his finger to the last knuckle, moving inside her, caressing the walls of her vagina.
"God," he whispered, "I do love a wet woman."
Wet she was, oozing, sopping, hot as she'd never been hot before. She let her loins do their thing, humping on his finger. He kissed her, and, with his other hand, opened the button and zipper of her skirt. He had to remove the finger from her vagina to take off her knit skirt, and when he did he did an incredibly sensuous thing. He brought the finger under his nose, sniffed with an expression of ecstasy, and, looking deeply into her eyes, he put his finger slowly into his mouth and sucked her juices off. "Ummm," he said.
Then he took off her skirt, leaving her in pantihose, only. She wore no panties under them. The sheer material showed her pubic hair, the wetness of her twat. He looked for a moment, then rose. She had an urge, as he was undressing, to rip the pantihose off, to be ready for him, to bare her quivering twat and spread for the hard, long, thick cock which emerged from his clothing, but instead, she lay there, eyes hooded, watching as he pulled off his shoes and socks and then came to her, pressing his hardness into the vee of her pelvic basket, threatening, as the hard head of his cock hit the core of her, to punch through the hose and penetrate her.
His kiss was hard, wet and loving. Her hips were dancing a hula of lust. And then he knelt over her, rolling the pantihose down carefully, exposing her, letting the cool air of the room into the heated confines there under her hose and caressing her clit as his hands went past it and then taking the hose all the way off to drop them onto the floor.
Nude, panting, she awaited. Her legs opened automatically, her mound lifted with an involuntary thrust of her loins. And he fell into the feast quickly, taking all of her sopping pussy in one huge kiss, his tongue darting, laving, punching until she cried out with the goodness of it.
She didn't want to come with his oral love. She wanted him. She wanted that hard, long, huge cock. She reached for it, contorting her good body. He, seeing what she was about, sucked hard at her swollen clitoris, popping it in and out of his lips while moving his lower body around until she could grasp and squeeze that hardness, moving the foreskin back and forth slowly.
And, gradually, he moved more, edging up until, with one last, quick movement, he threw his right leg over her and assumed the sixty-nine position, his hard cock just above her face. His mouth was busy, his tongue giving her a million thrills as it swept rapidly back and forth across her hole, then her clit, then all the way down to the dark, soft skin between anus and vagina. And she opened her mouth, kissed the hard cock lovingly, then laved it with her tongue as she took it.
For an eternity she was on the verge of orgasm. His mouth was so good, so good. His cock was rigid, throbbing, oozing that clear, slick fluid of passion into her hungry mouth.
"Bob," she whispered, "Oh, Bob."
"Ummm," he said, his mouth buried in her.
"Not like this," she gasped, trying to hold back the surging orgasm. "Come into me."
He was eager, moving in fast, jerky motions. He threw himself around, fell between her out-flung legs. She lifted her knees, elevating her cunt, reached down with her hand, seized his hard, damp cock, guided it to heaven and thrust upward, trying to drive it all the way into her with one blow. He obliged, driving hard with his loins, burying his flesh in hers, taking her, punching with a masculine fury into the depths of her female maw, driving in and out with his mouth glued to hers as she felt her orgasm burst and bum and roar and she was moaning and sobbing into his mouth and fighting, lifting her ass with frenzied motion, having the best orgasm of her life, then sinking into the depths of post-orgasm luxury as he fucked her slowly, in and out, toying with her, chewing her breasts, holding himself back. "Can you go again?" he whispered into her ear.
"I don't know," she gasped. "But don't stop."
"If you can, we'll play for a while."
"Probably," she said. "In a while."
He lay atop her, cock thrust in, kissing her lips with tender little pecks. "Anything you especially like?"
"Everything," she said.
He pulled his cock out. He rolled her over, threw himself astraddle of her, thrust his cock down to her cunt between her plump, womanly cheeks, the tip finding the wet, used hole and demanding entry. She squirmed and felt it slide in, taking her from the rear, filling her as only that position can fill, thrusting up against her womb and stirring passion there. Yes, she would go again.
But Lew would be coming back.
"Bob?"
"Yes."
"My husband might be coming back."
"Damn."
"You'd better just go ahead."
"How do you know he'll be back?"
"Well, he wasn't going to be gone long."
"I want to eat you again before I come," Bob said.
"I want to hear you come again, going 'oh, oh, oh.' Are you sure hell be back this early?"
"Well," she said, loving the feel of his hard cock deep in her. "Not really."
"Any way to find out?" he asked, giving her a dipsy-doodle stroke, in and out rapidly, hard.
"I guess I could call him."
"Do it," he said, pulling out, handing her a telephone and a book from the side table. She sat on the edge of the bed, found the number, dialed. The telephone was answered by the deep, hillbilly voice she knew belonged to Jean Flowers. Bob, meanwhile, was kissing her on the neck. He was tugging at her, pulling her onto her back. She lay down, holding the telephone as she said, "Hi, Jean, this is Gail, is Lew still there?" She felt almost deliciously evil, calling her husband's lover while she was nude on the bed with her own lover, his hands being busy at her breasts and her pussy.
"I hope you're not demanding his return," Jean laughed.
"No, let me speak with him," Gail said, trying to push Bob away as he was mounting her, crawling between her legs. His cock hit her wet, used pussy just as Lew came onto the telephone, the quickness of it making Gail sure that they'd been in bed.
"Honey?" Lew asked, as Bob's cock entered Gail, causing her to wince with a pleasurable feeling and draw her lower lip tightly over her teeth in ecstasy.
"Lew, listen." Bob was all the way in. She was talking with her husband while another man was fucking hell out of her.
"Yeah, honey," Lew said, his voice strangely hoarse. She knew that he was passionate and wondered if he, too, was making love while taking the call. The image sent showers of lust through her.
"Listen, are things going all right?"
"Great," he said.
"I just called to tell you that you don't have to hurry."
"Huh?"
"I mean," she gasped, as Bob chewed lustily on her left breast and thrust his hardness in and out of her, "you don't have to hurry. I mean, well, I've met this nice lady and she's going to take me shopping." Bob raised his head and winked.
"You're sure?" Lew asked.
"Yes," she said, lifting her loins in appreciation of a deep, deep lunge by Bob. "You can spend the afternoon if you like."
"Good girl," Bob mouthed at her, going back to his job of thrilling her left breast.
"If you're sure--" Lew's voice was hesitant.
"Yes, darling," she said, running her free hand through Bob's hair. "I'm going to be very well entertained. Don't worry about me. Just have fun."
Hanging up, she threw both legs around Bob's back, rocked back onto her shoulders, lifting her ass and her wet, throbbing pussy. She was working on another one and it was going to be tremendous and then Bob would come in her and she'd feel the jettings of his juices next to her womb and then the afternoon would be ahead of her and she'd kiss his cock back into life and then. And then.
When Gail's call came, Lew had been on the verge of coming. He and the big, hillbilly girl had rolled all over the bed, naked, hot, eating and feeling and punching and she'd come twice with loud cries of delight and he was under her when the telephone rang and all the time he was talking she was lying atop him, all of her hot and soft and moist and very, very sexy. She fucked him as he talked, his cock being sucked in and out of her and when it was over he grinned up and said, "No hurry, baby. We have all afternoon."
"God, great," she moaned. "I'm gonna come again."
Come she did.
"How many of those can you manage?" he asked, her frantic movements having postponed his come for a moment.
"As many as you can give me," she gasped. She sat up on him, riding him, his cock making sucking sounds as she lifted herself all the way off and then, letting her weight do the work, drove her odd, wet, hot softness down to engulf his cock again and again. He came with a thunderbolt of passion, moaning and grunting, and was rewarded by another come from the big, Rubenesque girl. Then they lay quietly.
He laughed. "I don't know what we'll do with the afternoon, because you've killed this little beggar." He pulled out of her, flipping his limp, relaxed cock with a chuckle.
"We could call Pete and ask him to join us," Jean Flowers said.
Lew didn't say anything.
"Ever had a threesome with two men and one woman?" she asked.
"No, I have to admit that I haven't."
"We don't have to," she said. "I'm just being greedy."
He didn't speak, but he kept thinking about it. He would, he knew, be able to gain one more erection and be able to fuck endlessly with it, but he probably wouldn't come again, having had two climaxes in short order.
"What do you do with two men and a woman?" he asked.
"Be greedy," she said. "I love it."
"Pete like it?"
"Pete likes anything to do with sex."
"Well, what would we do?"
She smiled at him and put her hand on his lax cock. "Pete would tie me up and beat me."
"Huh?"
She smiled again. "Not into the bondage kick?"
"New to me," Lew admitted.
"You might like it."
Lew remembered how sexy it had been to see people engaged in sex. He had a vivid memory of Jimmy Jackson atop Gail. And the bondage thing he'd read about. "I'll admit I'm curious," he said.
Jean dialed a number. "Honey, I've been bad," she said, to start the conversation. "I need to be punished." A pause. "Yes, they called. Gail was down with a bug and Lew came over. He's here now. I've been very bad and I wish you'd come on and punish me."
When she hung up she was smiling, a bemused look on her face. "He'll be here in ten minutes."
"I guess I'd better dress."
"Only at about six o'clock this evening, love," she said, grabbing his limp cock and holding him with it.
"At least I'll go wash up."
"I'll do it," she said, kneeling down to take his wet, used cock in her mouth, where she cleaned it and made it quiver into a half erection.
"Don't worry," she said, when he kept nervously looking at the door. "Pete will get a kick out of finding us naked."
She teased him, kissed his half-hard cock, played with his male nipples until there was the sound of a car in the drive and then the doors opened and, with misgivings, Lew saw Pete Flowers walk into the bedroom. He was a nice looking guy with long hair and a moustache and he was smiling. He walked to the bed, thrust out a hand. "I'm Pete," he said. "Nice to see you, Lew. Hope you've been enjoying yourself."
"Very much," Lew said, taking Pete's hand. "Although I'll admit that I had a bad moment there when I heard you come up. I'm not all that cool about this yet, I guess."
Pete laughed. "We're in this together, man." He looked at Jean, who had cringed away from Lew, lying all the way on the other side of the bed, huddled into a fetal position. "It's this bitch that's in for it."
Lew felt a bit confused. But Pete was smiling as he walked to the closet, opened it, and came out with an odd assortment of things in his hand, including a silken rope and an evil looking whip.
"This bitch hasn't pleased you, and she's going to pay for it," Pete said, scowling, advancing on Jean, who cowered on the bed. He jerked her erect, into a sitting position, by her long, rich hair. She gasped and squirmed, but Pete shoved her down onto her face, pulled her hands together and tied the silken rope around them, tightening the rope, Lew thought, rather cruelly. The other end of the rope went to Jean's feet and bound them together. Then, with a heave, Pete pulled her off the bed. She fell on her knees and cowered there, looking fearfully up at Pete.
"You'll please us now, you bitch," Pete said, lifting the whip and letting it fall across Jean's lovely back. It left red marks, but did not cut. She cringed and cried out in a muffled moan.
Lew didn't know what the hell to do. If he hadn't been warned, he'd have felt it necessary to go to the lady's aid, but she'd said something about bondage and he guessed it was their kick and, hell, he was just a guest. He stood, cock limp, watching as Pete raised the whip again and set it stingingly across Jean's plump ass. She writhed and squirmed and began to moan as the whip rose and fell, leaving red marks, but not doing any damage. Lew knew from looking that it had to sting, and that wasn't his bag, but she did make a damned sexy sight, all bound up, helpless, lovely and fleshy and white on the carpet as Pete flogged her with the whip and she moaned and writhed and fell onto her side to expose her large breasts and her tummy, which received the lash, with softer blows, making only slight red marks on the white flesh of her tits and her belly.
"Now you'll please this nice man," Pete said, lifting her onto her knees again.
"Yes, yes, anything," Jean moaned, knee-walking toward Lew.
"Do it right," Pete said, giving her one last lash.
She knelt before Lew, hands bound, and darted her mouth out to catch his limp cock and suck it into her mouth, where a million tiny teeth began to tease the head of it and make it quiver.
"If she doesn't do it right," Pete said, handing Lew the whip, "lay a few on her."
"Oh, I'll try, I'll try," Jean moaned, falling to her work with a will which soon had Lew's cock hardening. "Don't hit me hard."
"Hit the bitch," Pete said, standing to one side taking off his shirt and jacket.
Lew, thinking that was what they wanted, let the lash fall onto Jean's shoulders. She jerked, although the blow was so light that it couldn't have hurt.
"Hit her harder," Pete said, dropping his pants, and Lew let the lash fall with a tiny bit of force.
"A little harder lover," Jean said, in a calm voice. Lew hit her harder. "About right, doll," Jean said, swallowing his hard cock as far as she could and beginning to moan piteously as Lew, entering into the spirit of the game, lashed her to leave more red marks on her soft skin. She gobbled and cried and ate. He felt his sperm begin to stir and hit her again and again as the good feeling began to flow.
Pete stood behind her, his cock as large as Lew's. "We'll show this bitch," he said, taking the lash from Lew and laying it on. "My turn, bitch," he said, "and it had better be good."
With a sob, Jean turned, squirming on her knees, hands and feet bound. She attacked Pete's cock and sucked it hard, long, licking it, kissing it, swallowing it.
"Anything," she begged, "I'll do anything."
"Suck Lew's cock," Pete ordered.
She obeyed. She pushed them together, and, with a will, alternated on this, eating one hard cock after the other. Pete continued to lay the lash on her, leaving red marks until her white, soft back was covered and she quivered with each lash.
"Enough," Pete said, "I want more than just head." He shoved her roughly down onto all fours and, kneeling, thrust his cock into her from the rear. Jean squirmed and sobbed.
"Fuck her in the mouth," Pete grunted. Lew lay on the floor in front of her looking up as she bent to suck his cock while her husband's cock plunged into her from the rear; Jean moaned and squirmed in ecstasy. Lew was roaring again, ready for it, wanting to put his cock where Pete's was at the moment. Pete thrust and grunted and quivered and then, with a roar, thrust his cock hard in and came, making Jean moan with it, the sound of her moans telling Lew that she'd had another orgasm. The girl was incredible.
Pete pulled out, lay on the floor. "Clean me, bitch," he ordered, and Jean crawled to him, hands and feet still bound, chin bumping the floor, to take his wet cock into her mouth. From the rear she was a luscious sight, all big ass and pussy, the dark hair covered with moisture, Pete's come seeping out to show whitely against the dark skin of the area around her labia. Lew, hot and ready, thrust his cock in and felt it slide on nature's own lubrication, the juices of both man and woman, wonderfully silken, hot, slick, lovely.
That tableau continued for a while, Lew not being ready to come, his cock sliding in and out, thrusting hard, hard.
"Untie my hands, Lew," Jean said.
He loosed the silken rope and let it fall to the floor. She was still eating her husband. She reached back and put her hands between her legs and seized Lew's cock, pushing it out of her cunt and aiming it upward until the hard nose of it was against her anus. She tugged. She was sopping with juices, come and her own moisture having saturated all her private areas including the little bud of her anus. And Lew's cock was slick, covered with come from her cunt.
He pushed slightly and she wiggled her ass, still holding his cock, aiming it at her anus. It was a new experience for him and he wasn't sure that was what she wanted. He pulled away, tried to drive his cock back into her slick, hot cunt. She positioned it as hard as she could to her anus, and then she wiggled and squirmed and he felt the tight, tight muscles at the opening to her bowels and he began to thrust and she took it, moaning, reaching new heights as the head of it broke by the incredibly tight muscles at the entrance to her dark, rear grotto and thrust into the heat and slickness of her rectum and kept drilling as Jean moaned and twisted her ass and gasped and ate her husband's cock.
In and in and in and in it went, hot and hot and so tight at the entrance that it seemed to be cutting his cock into pieces, but so lovely, so different, so hot and tight and then, all in, driving it until his balls bounced off her pussy, feeling the wetness of it, he I had her, possessed her in the ass and it was grand and she was moaning and Pete, squirming under his wife's expert mouth, said, "That's it, fuck her in the ass. Drive it to her."
He drove it, looking down to see Jean gobbling her husband's great cock, feeling newness, his first time in a woman's anus, finding it hotter and deeper and tighter than any cunt he'd ever known and panting with his need as he drove and drove, taking it all the way out, driving it all the way in, making Jean cry out with each entry and then squirm delightfully as he filled her and then Jean was gasping, "I want both. I want both."
Lew pulled out. Jean, panting and eager, removed the rope from her feet, fell onto Pete, then reached down and drove his cock into her cunt. Lew could see it, standing behind, looking down, the huge cock stitching in and out in hardness and need, Jean's fantastic, beautiful, plump ass rotating.
"Lew, Lew," she moaned. "I want you, too."
He knelt behind them, finding a place for his knees among their legs. He put his cock at her anus and felt the resistance. He pushed. His cock's head popped in. Lew felt it. He felt the constricted anal passage. He felt Pete's cock through the thin wall of flesh which separated Jean's two lower holes. Then he was all the way in and she was stretched and filled as he'd never felt a woman stretched before. She was moaning and squirming, a woman sandwich between two men, both of her holes gloriously filled with cock. And each time Pete fucked in and out Lew could feel it, had to time his strokes or there was a sort of blockage at the entrance and when they were both in it was almost like rubbing cocks with Pete up inside and then he felt Jean get violent and then the incredible, wonderful squeezings of her interior muscles as she experienced an orgasm so intense that she screamed and moaned with it and then he felt Pete thrust in and hold while against his cock, all the way in, there was a pounding as Pete came in his wife's cunt and Lew went into a haze of lust, threw his cock in and out, burst inside her hot ass, filled her anal channel with come as two cocks throbbed inside her and she had another orgasm immediately, moaning and crying and squirming.
They sat on the bed, drinking a cold beer.
"I like it, as long as it doesn't mark me," Jean was saying. "A little bit of pain seems to intensify the sex, you know?"
"I don't know," Lew said. "I don't want sex to be fucked up with pain, myself."
"Different strokes for different folks," Pete said.
"I'm just so sorry that Gail wasn't feeling up to it," Jean said. "She must be a wonderful person to be able to hang onto a nice guy like you."
"She's a great one," Lew said, thinking of Gail for the first time in a long time. It was after four o'clock. He'd come three times, twice in Jean's wonderful cunt, once in her incredibly tight ass. "And I guess it's time I went home to her."
"If she's feeling better yawl come back," Jean said.
Lew groaned. "Jesus, woman, don't you ever get enough?"
"No," Pete said.
"We could just meet her," Jean said. "Maybe we'll be able to get together some other time,"
"I hope so," Lew said. "It's been great." He got up, went into the bath, and washed. When he came out, dressed, Pete was eating his wife's cunt, and Lew knew that she hadn't been off the bed since taking two loads of his and one of Pete's.
"I'll let myself out," he said.
"See you, lover," Jean called, blowing a kiss. "Come on back if you can."
He took one last look and closed the door. Pete was crawling on top to fuck his wife.
As he drove to the motel he decided that maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to get an erection, in spite of all the action, and fuck Gail, tell her about the wild, sexy afternoon, turn her on, give her a good one in return for her having let him go out to play with the boys and the girls.
CHAPTER SIX
From the window of Bob's apartment on the third floor Gail could see the parking lot. Now and then, during what was, for her, a very sexy afternoon, she checked to see if Lew's car were back.
About four o'clock she made a check and it wasn't there. They'd been dozing on the bed, after Bob had brought her to a second climax and was rubbing his hands all over her, trying to interest her in a third. She was shot down. She'd fucked wildly during the second time, in all positions, loving every inch of it, every minute of it. She abandoned herself to lust, had not a single tweak of conscience. She didn't even think about conventional morality, letting her mind soak in sex, the anticipation of sex, remembrance of sex, the actual action of sex. When she thought of sex, and there was nothing else during that afternoon, all the rest of the world was off somewhere in a dim haze.
Bob, the man who looked like Robert Goulet and who had a firm, young, nice bod, didn't have a climax the second time. He was remarkable for a younger man, she thought, from her limited experience. He seemed to have endless endurance. It was rare for her to have two great, complete orgasms in such a short period of time and she felt smug and satisfied.
When she came the second time, Bob, his cock still very hard, just lay there holding her, kissing her, smoothing her with his hands and his lips. Then she got up and looked out the window; Lew's car was still not back and she returned to the bed.
"Lady," Bob said, with one hand on his hard cock, "would you like to come sit on this?"
She smiled. She knelt over him and, no hands, let her wet, used pussy sink down to feel the upward thrust of the bone and then it slid in and she began to make it nice for him. Oh, it was nice for her, too, it felt good and lovely, but she didn't think she'd have another orgasm. It was just fun-after play for her-and it felt wonderful to be all gooey inside and to still have a passionate man jazzing her with a rod which was stiff and tall enough for her to pivot and squirm on as she knelt over him. His hands were appreciating her, her slim waist, her out flowing hips, her tits. And she could tell that her squirmings were making it nice for him. He had his eyes closed and was thrusting up as she wiggled and moved. Each stroke moved her womb and made her feel like the world's most possessed woman.
"Lady," Bob gasped, holding her by the waist and helping to lift and lower her, "in a few seconds I'm going to come in you."
"Ummm," she said, smiling down. "I'll like that." And she did like it. He got violent, pumped and jerked and thrust upward and then held, his cock swelling and then bursting and she could feel the hard, hot even jets of his come wetting her even more up inside. When he was finished, she lay atop him and he kissed her lightly and closed his eyes with a sigh.
"If you were young enough, I'd adopt you," he said.
"It would be more proper the other way," she laughed.
"What would your husband say?"
That reminded her that it was after four and that Lew should be back. She stayed just a few minutes longer, his cock softening inside her, his gooey come running down her thighs. Then she rose and padded, nude, well-loved, dripping, messy, to the window. Lew's car was there. She went back and kissed Bob and said "It's been wonderful." Then she pulled on her dress and blouse and was putting her feet into her pantihose when Bob asked, sleepily. "Aren't you going to wash up?"
"No," she said, smiling at him. "I'm all full of you and I'm going to keep it. I'll walk to my room all squishy and juicy inside. And every time I take a step and feel myself slide, I'll remember why, I'll remember that it's you inside me."
"Jesus," Bob said, "I hope that guy knows how lucky he is to have you."
She walked proudly, feeling the messy, tiny movements of her labia as she walked, holding her vaginal muscles tightly, his come up inside her. She opened the door to the room with the key and as she walked in Lew came around the corner of the hall and saw her. "Oh, there you are," he said. "I couldn't get into the room."
"Silly of me," she said. "I forgot that we just had one key."
He followed her into the room. He looked at her, grinning. He looked very much, she thought, like a little boy caught in the cookie jar. "Have a nice shopping trip?" he asked.
"Oh, very nice," she said.
"What did you bring me?" he asked, teasing.
And there was a sudden surge of sheer sex in her. Lew looked so smug, so pleased with himself. She could tell just from his looks and his happy attitude that he'd had a great afternoon. And that pleased her, for she, too, had had a great afternoon. She wanted to let him know how happy she was. She looked toward him, moved close, and lifted her skirt. He watched, eyes squinted. She put both hands under her skirt and pushed down her pantihose, still holding in her vaginal muscles. She kicked the hose aside and took his hand, inserted it under her skirt, placing it, palm flat, over her wet, used pussy. And with his hand there she relaxed and gave a push downward with her vaginal muscles.
"Holy Christ," he said, as a mass of thinning come fell from her hot, used vagina into his hand. He withdrew the hand, looked at the fluid on his palm, lifted it to smell it. It had the unmistakable aroma of semen. She smiled at him. He felt a surging explosion of lust in him, thinking of her with a man.
"You-you got laid?" he whispered.
"Ummm, didn't I?" she asked.
"Did you come?" It was his next thought. Sex, overwhelming sex. Then, "Did you come?"
"Twice," she said. And he pictured it, Gail, his Gail, his prime sex object, writhing, pinned under a handsome man, her cunt filled, her body heaving, her lips spread apart in that sensual sneer he knew so well, coming, coming, saying, "Ah, oh, ah."
He had thought that he was shot down. He'd had a wild afternoon with Jean and Pete Flowers. But that image, his wife, lovely Gail, coming, being fucked, being abandoned, sexy, wild, sent a quiver into his cock which became a throb and then a swelling burst which made him want her, made him have to have her with no holds barred. He jerked her into his arms, kissed her, let his hand, still full of the come from her vagina, go down to rub, to smear the come all over her pussy, all over the already slick insides of her thighs. And then he was mindlessly hot, needing her. He pushed her to the bed, threw her down roughly, threw her short skirt up above her waist and looked. Her labia were swollen. She was reddened from the play of her lover. There was a wetness all about her cunt, her thighs, her pubic hair. The pussy itself was swollen, tight looking, and oozing come, the way it looks soon after it's ejaculated, clear, clean. With a wild gasp of sheer lust he thrust his head down, began to kiss her wet, used pussy, licked it, tasted the starchy come and the musky oozings of her own organs. He could not get enough.
"Squeeze your muscles," he gasped. She squeezed. A bit of juice came from the tight entrance and he lapped it; then, in another burst of lust, he threw himself up onto her body and kissed her, his mouth wet with it. "Taste his come?" he croaked. "Taste your lover's come?"
"God," she moaned, her loins writhing, thrusting up to feel his huge erection inside his pants. "God, yes." She licked all around his lips, tasting, cleaning his mouth. And he dove back to his slick, hot feast, cleaning her, licking every inch of the inner thighs, tasting, seeing with his eyes the cock which had, not j long before, been drilling in and holding and bursting inside this, his own pussy, his wife's pussy. He shared it with her, felt his own body being penetrated as hers had been penetrated, felt his cock bursting and began to rip off his clothing.
He threw himself onto her. He'd felt her pussy before after it had been used by another man, and he loved the swollen tightness, the slickness, the silken wonder of it. He was pumping and gasping. He began to tear at her sweater, lifting it, putting his mouth on her tits, which tasted of use. "Tell me," he gasped, not slowing his frantic fucking. She began to tell him. When she got to the point where she and Bob began to make love, he slowed his fucking. He felt deliciously lusty, he wanted it to last forever. It was an experience, this feeling of lust generated by knowing that his wife had been sexy enough to go out and pick up a man while he was off screwing Jean Flowers.
"His cock was so big," Gail was saying, "so nice, so hard, I felt it go into me." Talk like that sent him up the wall into a near climax stage which went on and on. Then she was fighting him, bucking and taking his cock as far as she could coax it into her and asking him to tell her about his afternoon. He did, with four letter words and intimate description, and when he got to the part where he drove his cock into Jean's ass she yelled, actually yelled, in extreme passion; she moaned and then her swollen cunt swelled more and squeezed him with a strength which he'd never felt; she was coming, for the third time in one day, and he felt his sperm bubble up and join her throbbings in a massive outpouring which lasted for a lovely eternity. They kissed and clung and came together and ten centuries passed before the goodness faded and they lay, panting, in each other's arms.
"And you were the girl who had had enough sex," Lew panted, raising himself on his arms to let cool air flow between their heated bodies.
"I still can't believe it," she said. "Me, the prude, the once one-man woman, picked up by a total stranger. And loving it."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"I don't know whether to be ashamed of myself or--"
"Fuck that," he said. "You enjoyed it. Look what it just did for both of us. I don't know what it is about it, I mean, me thinking about you screwing, but it turns me on. And the way your pussy feels when it's freshly fucked, I can't describe it."
"I loved hearing about you and Jean," Gail admitted.
"I guess we have to face it," Lew said, chuckling, "sex is fun."
Gail was silent for a long time. "I wonder if I could take it like Jean did?"
"In the anus?"
"Ummm."
"I doubt it. She's a big, big girl and she's been practicing, I'd guess. From what I know, it takes a lot of time and patience. And I've heard that some old queers, those who get browned all the time, can't control their sphincter muscles, they're so loosened by use, and go around messing in their panties."
"Still," Gail said. "To have two men--"
"You, lady, are becoming a greedy wench."
"Don't knock it," she taunted. "You're the one who wanted us to be swingers."
"And you don't?"
She shrugged. "I thought, before doing what I did today, that I'd had enough sex for awhile. I was getting a little hung-up, I guess. My old Puritan upbringing. Now I'm not sure."
"The chain is still working," Lew said. "Pete and Jean said nice things about this couple outside of Chicago. They're photography nuts. Pete showed me some pictures that they'd made together. Wow."
"Do you want to go up to Chicago?"
"Look, baby. I don't want to do anything that is going to make you unhappy or even uncomfortable. Now I'll admit that the idea of having pictures of you with another man's dick in you is sort of exacting to me, but if you have any strong feelings against it....
"Not strong," she said. "If you want to go, well go!"
"No, not like that. You have to want to go, too." He was lying atop her again, his cock still half-hard in her. "You liked it with this Bob fellow today. Pete said that Dru Clarke, the guy near Chicago, is thirty-two, and has a body like Burt Reynolds."
"Well, what the hell," Gail said, heaving under Lew, feeling the last goodness of her rather strenuous day. "Let's go. Onward and upward."
CHAPTER SEVEN
An early cold wave moved into the Midwest as Lew and Gail drove swiftly along I-74 to Indianapolis, then hit I-65 headed north toward Chicago. It was cozy in the big car with the heater on, but bitingly chilly for their thin southern blood at stops for refreshments and gas. However, the miles passed quickly in an easy conversational atmosphere which had been missing from their marriage in recent years. They found themselves talking about things which, until just days ago, would have spawned arguments. Now and then Lew would put a hand across the seat to squeeze Gail's leg or to cup one of her unbraed breasts, for there was an aura of sex in the car; sex was the purpose of the entire drive and it was never far from the mind of either.
Dru and Carmen Clarke lived in a rich suburb on the south side of the city, so it was not necessary to drive through or around the Midwestern metropolis. Thanks to their early start, they were in the area by late afternoon after a relatively leisurely drive. They checked into a motel, wanting to contact the new couple first, then, perhaps, arrange a meeting for the next night.
Dru Clarke wouldn't hear of it.
"No friend of Jean and Pete Flowers is going to spend the night in a crummy motel," Dru said, in his clear, crisp Midwestern voice. "Now you two check right out of that flea trap and beat it over here."
"Well, we did drive for a few hours today," Lew said, "and we feel we'd put our best foot forward if we had a good night's rest before meeting you."
"Nonsense. You can have the guest wing. Carmen and I will give you complete privacy, if that's what you want. But with all this room here going to waste you beat it right over here. You're a half how away." He continued to give instructions. Lew said, "Hold on."
"They want us to come over. Have a guest wing, yet. What do you think?"
Gail had had her fill of motel rooms. "I heard him say they'd give us privacy. Let's go take a look. If we don't like it, we can say, sorry, kiddies, well be seeing you."
"My, aren't you getting callous," Lew grinned. "OK," he said into the telephone.
"Veto power to both sides, of course," Dru Clarke added. "But I'm sure that Jean and Pete wouldn't send us duds."
"You come right highly praised, too," Lew said. "Half an hour, then."
He checked out, paid a minimum fee for fifteen minutes use of the room, drove the wild expressways to the exit, and found the suburb without any trouble.
The Clarke house filled the equivalent of a city block.
"Well," Gail said, waving one hand. "Looks as if were moving up the social ladder."
Lew estimated a couple of hundred thousand dollars worth of house. It sprawled. It was ultra-modem, obviously the work of an avant-guard architect. The drive was long and winding and the gardens beautiful; a huge fence around the property closed out the world. The house was glass and redwood and metals and lights, and so impressive that Lew felt a real pleasure just looking at it. He parked in front of the main entrance and was getting out to open Gail's door when a cool, handsome young man rushed out the front door and approached them. He was tall, over six feet, well built, thin, with sandy hair styled perfectly for his face, which was open, smiling, handsome.
"Lew, Gail, so nice to have you," Dru Clarke said, shaking Lew's hand and giving Gail a kiss on the cheek. "I'll send out for your bags if you'll set them aside."
Lew opened the trunk and lifted out the bags they'd need for an overnight stay. Then Dru escorted them into a huge, all space and glass and metal sculptures room wherein stood, smiling, the greatest of all art works, a perfectly modeled woman.
Carmen Clarke was half Spanish and half Chinese, a mixture which made her eyes huge and tilted at the comers, gave her a marvelous coffee and cream complexion and a face which would have made Helen of Troy scream in envy. She had flowing, black hair and she wore a long skirt which made her look graceful. Her every feature was delicate, making her an outstanding example of a mixture which has, traditionally, produced some of the world's most beautiful women.
Lew halted in mid-stride.
"Don't let it shake you," Dru said. "Carmen has that effect on a lot of men."
"Darlings," Carmen said, in perfect Midwestern accents. "After talking with Jean I was so eager to meet you."
Lew recovered himself. Gail advanced, kissed Carmen on the cheek. "If I'd known the competition was so stiff, I wouldn't have come," Gail said.
"You, lady, can stand up to any competition," Dru said, taking Gail's arm. "I'm going to like you."
"Darling," Carmen said. "You promised that we'd let them rest. Now show them to the guest rooms and offer them a drink."
"You're not too tired to have a drink together?" Dru asked. "Then we'll show you the way to a soft bed."
"Sure," Lew said.
The room was fabulous. The bar was all but invisible; no crude imitation barroom fixtures for that house. The chairs were luxurious. The music was soft and good, jazzy stuff. Carmen Clarke was dazzling. But Dru, the way he flattered Gail, made her feel more confident. Lew was all eyes for Carmen. They all talked in generalities about the house and the trip and the weather and it was almost like meeting two strangers for business purposes or something far removed from sex. Lew began to wonder, as an hour passed in pleasant conversation and a couple of drinks, if he'd been rejected. Gail, looking into Dru's eyes, knew his answer and she knew hers.
"OK," Dru said, at last. "We've kept you long enough. Come along." He rose. Lew rose and walked to Carmen's chair. He took her hand.
"You are just too damned beautiful," he said, smiling.
"Thank you." She rose. "Such a compliment deserves an award." She kissed him lightly on the lips. And, with her face to his, a whisper. "Are you all that tired?"
His blood shot up. The idea of getting into that beautiful body was so exciting that all the tensions of driving, all the boredom of the long road, the tiredness evaporated. "Now that you mention it, no."
"My answer is yes," she said. "Your wife?"
"Give me a minute." He walked toward Dru and Gail. They were moving toward a doorway out of the room. He took Gail's arm. Dru led the way, a few paces in front. He looked at Gail and raised his eyebrows in question. She read his mind. "You're not tired any more, huh?" she asked.
"You?"
"Go," she whispered. "How about Carmen?"
"Go," he said. "Dru?"
"His eyes say go."
"This is the nicest suite," Dru said, throwing open a door to reveal a sitting room of modem delight. "I hope you'll enjoy it."
Gail swept in, oohed and ahhed. Lew stood with
Dru in the doorway. "Three votes in," Lew said. "Go."
Dru smiled. "Well, then," he said, "I don't suppose I'll have to make that long, long walk back to the main room, will I?"
"I guess not," Lew said.
"If that's agreeable," Dru said. "A private, get acquainted period and then get together for a drink later?"
"Great," Lew said, already turning, wanting to get back to that Eurasian beauty.
She was standing before the fireplace, holding her long skirt up to warm her legs, although the house was a paragon of comfort. It was an enchanting picture, her hip thrust out, the skirt up to her mid calves, hiked further at the rear.
When Lew entered, she dropped the skirt, laughing. "Caught me."
"I thought it was very homey, the way you were standing."
"Dru couldn't make the long, long walk back?" Carmen asked.
"Just couldn't make it," Lew grinned, moving to stand close to her, to smell her perfume, to see the lights shine off her dark, dark hair.
"Then we have a long walk," she said, taking his hand, leading him down another hallway to a large, paneled door which opened into a room which knocked the wind out of Lew. The walls were a gallery. Photographs, artistically arranged, covered most spaces. Some were huge, blown up to almost life-size with a skill which Lew recognized as being uncommon. And each of them was delightfully lewd. Not one arty shot in the lot, as his eyes covered the walls quickly, and then came back to one huge blow-up of Carmen's beautiful face, eyes closed in ecstasy, lips pouted and spread over the head of a full color, huge cock.
"Like Dru's art work?" she asked.
"My God," Lew said, letting his eyes rove to a picture of a luscious butt, a female rump on top of a male, a huge cock head buried in the soft spot between the cheeks of the female rump.
"I think they're exciting," Carmen said, "but I like the real thing better." So saying, she shucked out of her skirt, showing a perfect set of legs, a bush which was dark and rich, blouse covering her to the top of her pubic hair, but not for long. It, too, went and then Lew lost interest in the pictures, for there was before him a living body which made all the pictures just what they were, mere lifeless images of the real thing.
Carmen's breasts were huge, but perfect. They did not sag a bit. They had those highly unusual nipples in which the nipple and the aureolas are distended, making almost a separate breast at the end of the white cone of the main gland. The nipples and the swollen aureolae were the size of a plum and looked to be a pleasant mouthful. She was long, thin, tiny-waisted. Her hips flowed outward startlingly. He watched, a pleasant sense of luxury in him, as she stripped completely and stood before him for a moment, as if she knew that he wanted just to look at her.
"You're still dressed," she said.
"We can fix that," he said, his fingers shaking in their haste to rid his body of clothing. Then he was nude and he was ready. His cock stood up arrogantly, pointing upward, arched, head swollen.
"Nice," Carmen said, moving toward him, but not coming into his arms. Instead, she knelt, put both hands onto his cock and started to kiss it.
"Hey," he said. "I've been driving all day." He felt just a bit sweaty in the groin and he didn't want to offend her with perspiration odor.
"Would a bath make you feel better?" she asked, her lips brushing over the head of his cock lightly.
" "It might be a good idea," Lew said, wondering if he could pick her up, lay her on the bed, throw it into her and have a quickie before his bath, then come back for all the nice oral things.
"We'll have one together," she said, rising, taking his hand, pulling him into a bath lined with marble, featuring a huge sunken tub set in natural rock with plantings extending on three sides of the tub to make it look almost like an outdoor mountain pool. Carmen turned water into the tub, and while it ran, Lew let his hands begin to know the wonders of her body. She leaned against him, breathlessly appreciating his caress. She had hand sized cheeks on her buttock which were just right to lift her with, to position her so that her cunt was over his hardness. She squirmed delightedly as his cock pressed there, but when the head found the wetness between her rather thick labia, she moved her body, slid aside and straddled his tool, riding it, grinding it between her thighs and up against her clit. "Ummm," she said.
As she pulled away and put a fragrant bath oil into the filling tub, Lew had a view from the rear which made his entire body tremble and made him, for a moment, wax thoughtful.
What was it about Carmen's perfectly modeled back which made her such a thing of wonder? What was it with a man and a new woman? As she finished drawing the bath, gathered fresh towels, laid out the soap, walked naked around the large bathroom he asked himself why it was important for him to have different women. Oh, he knew he was going to have this one. He was too far into it to back out now. Already, his wife was in another wing of the huge house with a good looking young man and they might not be taking time to bathe. At that very moment Gail could be lying on a bed, writhing under Dru Clarke's mouth as it sought the sweetness of her cunt. Or, if they were really ready, Gail could be pinned to the bed with seven inches of cock in her.
For the moment he forgot his own passion and wondered. What made it more exciting to have a different set of sexual organs working with one's own F sexual machine? All sex began in the brain. The idea of sex was there, the stimulus was there. The actual physical aspects of sex were the same with any other person, barring some freak of the body. A cunt was a cunt and felt basically the same. Oh, some were lower in the crotch area and in order to insert his cock he had to roll the woman back further. Some had large and fat labia; some had small and skinny labia. But inside they were nearly the same. One girl's womb might be closer to the entrance and the cock could bang against it easier, but the physical sensation was the same, a hardness sliding into a softness. A cock encased by tissue which was lubricated by a slickness and made silken. The mechanism of ejaculation was the same whether in Gail, a different woman, or in masturbation. The feeling of orgasm was of an almost uniform intensity governed not by the female but by the condition of his own body. When he was drinking it took longer to achieve a climax but the actual feeling was lessened. When he was tired his climaxes were usually swift and moderately intense. When he was just right, when his mind was right and his body was right and he'd had just a drink or two, the climaxes were great, intense and lasting. But they were the same no matter what woman was on the receiving end. Morning climaxes were sort of sharp, sometimes almost nothing more than an irritation of glands, and were weak.
Yes, the end result was always the same. Why was he here, in a Chicago suburb, watching a sweet-looking Eurasian girl rim a bathtub full of water, oil it, ready the soap and towels and turn to smile at him? Was he doing the right thing? Was all this sex, four couples in just a few days, actually going to help his status with Gail at home? Sure, it had made them sexy. So sexy that Gail, in spite of showing signs of pulling out of the uninhibited endless orgy of the road, had picked up a stranger and had her chimes rung all afternoon. But what about when they got home and it was over temporarily or finally? Would things disintegrate into the same old armed truce?
He remembered how he'd felt in the motel while listening to Gail tell him about getting into bed with Bob Ronson, about how she'd been so eager to spread her legs. He remembered how she responded when he told her the intimate details of his screwing with Jean and Pete Flowers.
That was all in the brain, all that stimulation. What had happened in the past could make no possible difference physically. It washed off. But it was there in the brain. The knowledge of the past erotic sensations was there, stored away, and the memory, somehow, came back to reinforce that climax he'd had in Gail while listening to her talk, in a breathless, sexy voice, about Bob Ronson's cock swelling in her, bursting, pumping semen into her.
So it was the brain which was stimulated by newness. And an excited libido made for better fucking. It was as simple as that. Better fucking made for a better marriage. He'd have to talk with Gail and see if she saw it the same way, but at the moment, Carmen Clarke, golden-skinned and very alluring to that sexy brain of his, was standing beside the full tub and smiling. He stepped forward, held her hand as she lowered herself into the water, stepped in himself, squatted and sat, facing her. The water was just below her breasts. He reached out for the soap, rubbed it on the firm flesh of her breasts, then laved them with his bare hands and all doubts were driven from his mind as he felt the silken, soapy slide of sweet flesh under his palms, and when she reached down with a soapy cloth and began to wash his cock he let himself drift into a never-never land of pure lust.
He washed every inch of her. He went from her breasts to her feet and ran his fingers between her toes. He soaped and rinsed and then worked up her shapely legs to her thighs and then to her cunt. It was soft; he soaped it with the perfumed cake and then rubbed and rinsed and explored while she kissed him, her face wet and steamy and her lips soft and hot. Then he washed the little puckered rose of her anus and her crack, and her big, spreading hips and her back and her breasts and her underarms and her neck, and in return felt the softness of the hands and the soap and the cloth on his body. Lying back, letting her soap his rampant cock, he loved the serious look on her face as she washed the creases of his crotch beside his scrotum. He didn't feel like talking and neither did she. They were involved in getting to know each other's body.
They stood together, and she loosed a warm shower from above to rinse the perfumed soap away. Now their skin, clean, clung instead of sliding. They stepped out and he picked up a huge, clean towel and began to dry her. As he dried, he kissed the pert breasts with those mouth-size nipples, sucking, chewing, making her raise her hands to cup his head and press it closer, saying, "Ah, ummmmmm."
He dried her back and kissed the nice indentation of her spine. He dried her ass and bit it playfully, making her yelp. He ran his tongue into the delicate crease between her cheeks, kissing the nice, soft spot at the top of the crease, her backbone, the very tip of it, making a hardness under the little spot. Then he thrust his tongue far in and felt the pucker of anus and, with both hands, he spread it, pressed his lips hard down and kissed it as she bent slightly from the waist and thrust her ass back at him. By extending his tongue all the way, he could touch the slickness of her cunt.
She bent further, pushing her cunt back, making it available. He kissed it, tasting the heat of her. She was clean and dry and the skin was incredibly smooth, and his tongue had to go far in to find a hint of moisture, but as he ran his tongue from anus to cunt and made it as flat and as big as he could, licking, he felt her loosen, felt the cunt begin to swell and then her delicious passion-juice began to form, and he was lapping and kissing and thrusting his tongue into her and she moaned and said, "Let's get you dry."
He stood and let her dry him. She wiped his torso, and then concentrated on his hard, outstanding cock. When she'd finished with his legs, she was on her knees, her lips only an inch away from the tip of his cock; with a sigh, eyes closed, she lowered her mouth and sucked the hard, throbbing cock into the heaven of her mouth. He felt as if he were going to come, spurt his come right down her throat. She had a soft touch, delicate, tender. She licked his cock from tip to base and then took one of his balls into her mouth and sucked it tenderly. She caressed his long, hard cock with her hands, making it seem that she loved that hard thing more than anything in the world. And then, with a final long kiss, taking it to the back of her throat, she rose, put her face to his, accepting his kiss with his hard cock thrust against her stomach.
"I think it's time we found a bed," she said, in a throaty whisper.
He lifted her and carried her to the bed, placed her down and fell between her legs, this time attacking the softness of her pelvic basket from the front, rolling her up so that his hands were cupped under her ass, lifting, making a platter of her cute cunt for his enjoyment. And he ate it with gusto. His tongue went from anus to clit, thrust in, lapped, sucked, kissed. She was moaning and squirming, fucking his mouth with rapid, hard, quick up-thrusts of her loins.
"Lew," she moaned, "God, Lew." And then she thrust up and Lew felt, as he thrust his tongue in as far as it would go, the coming. He felt her vagina spasm and squeeze and she was pulling his hair and twisting and using all her strength. All he could do was close his mouth, pressed hard against her clit, and ride the storm as she came. And then she went limp and said, "Ah, baby."
He was so hot he couldn't wait. He crawled up her body, thrust his cock at her, put his hand down, felt the heat of her cunt with his fingers and, with two of them, parted the labia, pushed, felt the head of his cock find that smooth wetness and slide into heaven.
She sucked air through clenched teeth and writhed under him. She threw her legs straight up into the air and pointed her toes at the ceiling. She moaned and sang his praise by repeating his name, "Lew, Lew, Lew," as he selfishly pounded her and thrust his cock into her so hard that each time he hit bottom her whole body jerked on the bed, making her face go up and down on the pastel sheet under his face as he looked at her to see the lust in her eyes.
"Lady, I'm going to come in you in just a few seconds," he whispered. "Are you ready?"
"Ahhhh," she moaned, getting more frantic under him. He let his cock slide all the way out, pushed it all the way in, each stroke an entry stroke. He pushed her legs down, got them between his, squeezed them together, so that the softness of her thighs were pressed against the base of his cock, making it feel as if he were in pussy all the way up to his asshole. And then he was fucking mindlessly for himself, not caring if she came, just lost in the sweetness of his newest female cunt, a beauty, a sweet-tasting mouth under his, sucking on it, kissing it hard, hard as he jerked and pounded and thrust and grunted and moaned and then, drove in, swelled, made a quick, hard hit, humped, held it as far as he could get it into her body, felt her give a couple of quick little moves and moan under his kiss and then his come was pumping and he was moaning and trying to swallow her mouth and his cock pounded, pounded, jerked, squeezed out the hot, slick come into her.
"You are good," Carmen said, a few minutes later, when their breathing had slowed. "God, you're good."
He was still half soft.
"As the old saying goes, baby, you were great, too." He laughed. Well, it might be all in the mind, but who was knocking it after that one?
"I have further plans for you," she said, biting his ear, "but if it's all right with you, I think we should walk down and visit our friends. My Dru will be foaming at the mouth, wanting to get us into the studio?"
"The studio?"
"If you will take that great, sweet cock out of me," she said, "I'll show you what I mean."
He rolled off and they walked together into the bath and washed lightly. She sat on the stool and he heard, just before the rush of urine, the plop of his come as it fell from her vagina into the water. She looked charmingly female, sitting on the stool, water making a rush as it came from her. She smiled up. She used tissue, stood, washed again with a wet cloth. He had to go. He stood with his back to her and started, the stream of urine making a splash as he tried to hit the narrow space of uncovered porcelain at the back of the stool, and she, giggling, put her arm around him and removed his hand from his softening tool. His urine stopped flowing.
"I like to play with it," she said, her head looking around his shoulder as she stood behind him, holding his cock.
He let it flow and she guided it, making the mine splash and foam around the bowl. When it stopped, she shook his cock expertly and said, "Call it penis envy if you like, but I wish I could do that."
"You can help me any time," he said, laughing. Her hand on his cock was making it quiver.
"Let's go see how the troops are coming."
The troops were coming. They had not bothered to close the door. Gail was riding Dru. She was kneeling over his cock, head thrown back, singing her coming song. Lew felt his cock go hard and stiff as he watched. Dru had his hands on her hips, lifting and lowering as she rode him. Lew could see perfectly. He could see the cock as it went wetly in and out, and he knew that Gail was near. And then she cried out and went wild and came and Dru hit her up and down a few times, lifting his ass completely off the bed, driving up into her sweet body and then Lew and Carmen, Carmen's hand on Lew's newly aroused cock, saw Dru come, saw the pulsing of his cock, the drawing, tightening of his scrotum, the tenseness of his body as he emptied his lust into Gail's cunt, with Gail squirming in lovely after-glow, feeling the come jet up.
She fell onto him, kissed him, clung to him. Lew was glad it was so good for her. He knew how she felt: lovely, new, excited. A new man, a new cock. A climax which had made her weak and soft and helpless.
Carmen bounced past, fell down on her stomach beside the panting couple, and kissed Dru. Gail looked up and smiled weakly at Lew: "You two were pretty fast."
"You have such a beautiful body," Carmen was saying, running her hand over Gail's hack. The hand went down to the entry point and toyed with Dru's hard cock; a finger tried to sneak into Gail's pussy beside Dru's hardness. "That Lew of yours is something else," Carmen said.
"This one isn't bad," Gail giggled.
"A drink, a cigarette and some inspired pictures," Dru said, taking a deep breath. "In that order."
The drink was nice. The cigarette, always good after a good session in the hay. The pictures were something else, too.
Dru Clarke's studio was a completely equipped one, with great lights and a large variety of photographic equipment. The "stage" was a bed room with a king-sized bed and nothing else.
"Don't let it scare you," Dru said, having ushered Lew and Gail into the room. "It's all very discreet. I do all my own processing. Even the movie film. And there are rules. This is one way I get my kicks and record kicks for future enjoyment, but my subjects have to be willing. Every shot is subject to censorship. If you two, for example, don't want your faces in any of them, we'll shoot everything but faces. If you'd like to see how you look in action, then we'll shoot away and after we look at the films, if you don't want to let them stay in existence, we'll destroy them. Some people get nervous and think I'm trying to lure them into posing for films so that I can sell them or something, but a look at this place should convince you that that's wrong. You can't make enough loot peddling sexy movies to afford it. It's just for kicks."
"I can see where having movie film in existence would make some people nervous," Lew said.
"Yep. In certain hands it could mean blackmail," Dru said. "That's why you see every foot that's shot and can personally bum it if you want to."
"But certain things are pretty much identical," Carmen said. "How many people could identify Gail if the pictures only showed her from the waist down?"
"I see what you mean," Lew said. "OK, I'm game."
"How would you like to have a movie of you doing both of the girls, for your own amusement?" Dru was moving to turn on lights and set up a fancy looking movie camera.
"I wouldn't mind," Lew said, 'Taut would you want to have Carmen in it?"
"Listen," Dru said. "Someone comes to me with a film showing my wife getting laid and asking me to buy it, I'll say, hell, buddy, I've got dozens of them. You want a few more?"
There was a general laugh. Dru was ready. "OK, you three get on the bed and just act natural. For Carmen, that's easy."
Carmen threw herself onto the bed, bouncing. "Come on, kiddies. Let's let the great photographer get his kicks while we get ours."
Lew and Gail joined the sexy Eurasian on the bed. Carmen immediately grabbed Lew's soft cock and said, "We'll have to do something about that."
"Listen, I want a shot of you facing the camera, first," Dru said, from behind the equipment. "Everybody look up." The camera started to grind.
"Everybody smile," Dru said. "Gail, you look as if you're posing for a wanted poster." There was a laugh. "That's better," Dru said. "Now, everyone look straight into the lens." They looked.
"Everybody say chicken shit," Dru sang out. This brought a laugh.
"Chicken shit," Lew said, grinning, for Carmen was handling his cock and it was getting hard, in spite of the bright lights.
"OK, do your thing," Dru said. "Ad lib. I'll keep up."
Lew looked around. Two lovely bodies in bed with him. "Star of my own show," he grinned, reaching for a handful of titty from each, kneading Carmen's breast with his right, Gail's with his left hand. Carmen, unable to contain herself, went down on Lew and her mouth, hot and soft and wet, brought life back into his cock, making it stand up for her kisses, hard and ready. Lew, beginning to feel it, reached for Gail, pulled her beside him and kissed her; then, with Carmen working on his cock with her educated mouth, he began to chew and kiss Gail's breasts.
"Don't get him too hot," Dru said.
Carmen stopped, with a sigh, and lay beside Lew while he alternated between her breasts and Gail's breasts, his hard cock brushing and touching their soft, warm bodies as he moved from one to the other. He decided that he might as well enjoy it, and he positioned himself so that Carmen got the idea, threw herself onto her back, spread her legs and exposed her lush, bushy cunt. The camera zoomed in on it and then Lew was putting his head between the out-flung legs, chewing and kissing at the cunt which, only a few minutes before, he'd given a load to, had made feel good, had caused to climax lustily. He switched to Gail and was pleased, as his lips contacted her hot flesh, to feel her loins buck up, a sign that she was enjoying it, too.
Dru's camera was on a mobile mount and he was following the action. "Give me a daisy chain," he said, from close up.
Gail, in the mood, went down to take Lew's familiar, hard, beautiful cock into her mouth. Dru came in for a close up and then backed off to get the overall shot. It was a sexy bit, with Lew on his side, his face buried into Carmen's cunt, his own cock deep into Gail's mouth. Lew felt his libido quicken, his pulse race. He was ready. And from the feel of Carmen under him, she was ready. He used his hands on her, running his big middle finger up into the softness, the heat of her cunt, pushing his palm up to push against her clit. She humped and squirmed obligingly as Dru put it on film and then Lew was crawling up and saying to Gail, "Come up here."
He felt Carmen's hand on his cock, felt it guide the hard rod to her, then the long, hot slide to loveliness. He was in. Once again he was experiencing the never-old feel of woman's cunt and he went in deep, deep, held it as he positioned Gail with her ass up close to Carmen's head and then, with a sigh of pure lust, thrust his head into his wife's lap and began to eat her as he plunged in and out of Carmen's soft cunt.
"Great, great," Dru said.
He was in close. His camera was showing only Lew's huge cock stitching in and out. "How about getting on top, Carmen, baby, honey?" He moved back a bit. "It makes a better shot."
Carmen mounted Lew, her knees under her. She sat on his hard cock and it slid into her. Her torso was bent to press against Lew's.
"Now you sit on his face," Dru said to Gail. She, more than willing, excited by seeing her husband fucking Carmen, and sat on his face; her pussy was wet, gooey, smearing all over his mouth; his nose and his lips kissed and his tongue found the strange little hole and speared upward into it.
An overall shot, then a close-up of Lew's cock going upward into Carmen. It was great. The huge cylinder pushed in and out slowly. Carmen squirmed in delight. Then, agitated action happened as Carmen came and moaned and Lew, thinking it would be nice to see his cock in Gail, changed, positioned Gail on her back, legs up. The long shot showed Carmen, her pussy oozing come, kissing Gail's breasts as Lew drove his hard cock down into Gail's lubricious depths. Dru came in and the camera saw the length of Lew's cock, big and hard, and his tight scrotum. When he drove to the depths of his wife's body, the tightly encased balls bounced on the flesh of her ass, making a small sound. Lew felt Gail begin to get with it, fight up, tense, clench her pussy on his cock as it drove in; his sex was huge in him, boiling, needing release. Carmen came with a small sigh of pleasure as Gail, sensing her excitement, kissed her, feminine lips closing over feminine lips, the whole thing just below Lew's eyes, very suggestive, very exciting to see the two beautiful women kissing, mouths open, gasping, tongues clashing. And then Gail was pounding, her flesh squeezing.
Carmen was tugging on Lew. He, near climax, agreed, eagerly, that it would be nicer to have his orgasm in Carmen's lovely body. Not that he didn't like coming in his wife, it was just that Carmen was new and different and he'd make it up to Gail with thousands of comes in her later. He left her and grabbed for Carmen, but she had other ideas. She tugged and pushed and he got the idea. She wanted him on his knees. She wanted to pay oral homage to the great god prick. He could, he thought, stand a little of that before he sank it fast and hard into her cunt. She sat before him, put a hand on his shaft, fed the huge, swollen, oozing head into her mouth, heedless of the sexual juices which made the instrument gleam with moisture. Dru zoomed in for a close-up as Lew drove his huge cock deep, deep, bouncing the end of it, the big, hot head of it, off the back of Carmen's throat. She was gasping and clinging and sucking to make it feel wonderful when he said, "Hey, not like this."
"Makes a great shot," Dru said, very close, the camera taking in only Carmen's face and Lew's cock.
It was wonderful, the skilled mouth, the smooth lips, the teasing little bites of the teeth; Lew felt it, drove in, felt his sperm boil inside, gasped, pulled out one time and ran it all the way in, felt the shaft swell, the great moment begin up inside and burst down and just as the first spasm hit him, Carmen pulled her face completely away, inches away, and he yelled in loss, for the first spout of his white, thick come jetted out to land dead center on her left eye. It was closed; the white goo ran down into her lower lash, onto her cheek, and then she was gasping and taking the length of it far, far into her mouth, drinking his come, swallowing, sucking, making it a very good one for Lew.
"Well, we've got thirty minutes of solid action," Dru said.
Lew, spent, smug in his good feeling, lay down. Carmen kissed him and he could taste the starchy tang of his own semen.
"My turn," Dru said. "You and Carmen run the cameras, Lew."
"I don't know much about it," Lew said.
Dru gave a quick course. It was simple. Use the power zoom and just keep the lens pointed at the action. Carmen would use another camera.
Lew looked through the viewfinder and saw, in miniature, his wife's naked body, then Dru, crawling quickly into the saddle.
"Lew, I like crotch shots," Dru said. "Just solid action, close-up."
Lew pushed the button. The power zoom lens brought the erotic joining of Dru's cock and Gail's cunt up close, closing out everything else. As he watched, keeping the camera adjusted slightly as they moved and writhed, Dru's cock driving in and out hard and fast, he felt himself grow again and he couldn't believe it. He knew that he was recording the entry of the cock, another man's cock, into his wife's cunt. He could, at any time in the future, run the film and see it. When, after a frantic ten minutes, Dru groaned, drove in and came, and Gail moaned in chorus with him, having still another climax, Lew was hard and ready.
Drinks, cigarettes, talk. The film was running through the automatic processor, an expensive piece of equipment. Both girls had visited the adjoining bath, and were now freshly washed. Dru played idly with Gail's breasts. Lew had his hand on Carmen's leg.
"While we're waiting we can play a bit more," Dru said, finishing his drink.
"Whoof," Lew laughed.
"Me too," Dru said. "But the girls can fake it."
Gail, slightly tipsy by this time, didn't realize what was happening until, with both men behind cameras, Carmen sighed and rolled over and began to kiss her breasts tenderly. Then she smiled, put her hand on Carmen's head, and just lay there liking the tender feeling of having her breasts kissed. And when Carmen's hand went between her legs she spread them, not feeling much but just a slight tingle. If that was what those silly men wanted, she'd do it for them. It felt nice, but not highly erotic, for she was just about sexed out. She was, usually, a one climax girl. But, when Carmen positioned herself and lay atop her, hard mound on hard mound, pushing on each clit in turn, the feeling began to change slightly. Carmen's lips were so sweet, so soft. And the kiss was nice, clean, increasingly more demanding as Carmen ground her mound down, making Gail's supposedly sated clit come to life, putting a good feeling in her as her soft breasts were crushed by Carmen's slightly larger ones.
She was more than willing when, with a last, wet kiss, Carmen pulled her mouth from hers and slid down to attack each breast in turn, then lower, along her belly, sending little thrills of goodness up and down as the wet mouth kissed and bit expertly, then a sudden move and a gasp of sheer lust as Carmen's mouth closed over her entire pussy area and a hard, sharp tongue penetrated the well-used, swollen entrance to her vagina. And then she forgot all about Lew and Dru and the cameras and began a little dance of sex on Carmen's lovely mouth, her hands doing things in Carmen's dark hair, her hips jumping up, up, thrusting, her clit hard, pulsing, her insides worked up to spasmodic lust as Carmen ran her tongue lightly back and forth, then drove in, then licked the length of the entire pussy, then butterflied the clit hard, hard, hard, until Gail was humping and moaning and digging her fingers into Carmen's hair and, finally, as she came, still again, as that lovely sunburst broke inside her, she let out a little yelp of surprise and delight, her hips working wildly, rubbing her thrilling clit ever harder onto Carmen's mouth and the tongue going into the hole and making it feel as if she had a cock in her and then, ah, ah, ah.
Dru, excited by the act he'd put on film, pushed Carmen away, rolled Gail over, pulled her to the edge of the bed and, with her legs hanging off as she lay on her stomach, drilled her from the rear, standing. He held her by the hips, lifting her; she felt his hard, long cock demanding the deepest depths of her and she gave herself over to it, wanting to give pleasure, twisting and jerking her ass to make it better for him.
It was late. The wild action had added exhaustion to Lew and Gail's tiredness. Carmen, still naked and looking completely natural, showed them to the guest room, made up the bed which Gail and Dru had mussed into a tangle with their first quick joining earlier in the evening, and kissed both of them goodnight.
They were awakened by the smell of coffee and there was Carmen, dressed but just barely, in a brief shortie gown, with two trays. Lew was ravenous and he ate with pleasure, gulping the coffee between bites.
"Dru has been up for hours," Carmen said. "He's all ready for the big preview of last night's movies."
The thought sent a wave of pleasure through Lew. He was looking forward to seeing all that action on film.
"As soon as you eat, change into bathing suits," Carmen said. Then she laughed. "What am I saying? Bathing suits? Hell, as soon as you eat we'll go to the pool. No need to do anything, since I see you two use the same night clothes we do." Which was nothing.
They took time to brush teeth and Gail worked on her hair and make-up, although Lew told her that it was silly, since they were going swimming. "I don't get my head wet," Gail said.
The pool was enclosed and heated and it needed to be, since it was cold in the northlands. Dru and Carmen were already there and Lew dived in and joined them. As Gail waded in Dru met her and kissed her lightly. "Morning, beautiful."
Lew felt Carmen up under the water and realized that he had recuperated fully. He got an erection and she threw her legs around him, centered her cunt on his hard-on, let it slide, almost squeaking with no lubrication, with all her juices washed away by the water, and then she bounced up and down on it saying, "Hi, ho, Silver."
Up inside she was hot and warm and his cock felt good in her. But fucking under water was not the best way to do it. He just played, making no effort to achieve a climax for either of them, and looked over to see that Dru was also feeling sexy toward Gail.
After a few minutes of splashing and swimming, and some more sex play, Dru yelled, "OK, who wants to see the movies?"
There were great, rough towels to dry on and then a barefoot, naked walk to the projection room, off to one side of the studio. The room was luxurious, as was the entire house. There were two reclining couches, large and comfortable, facing a full-sized screen which would have made some movie houses green with envy. Lew was playing with Carmen's fine rear end as they went in, letting his hands feel the flow and jump of her cheeks as she walked. She pulled him onto one of the couches. Dru had loaded the projector ahead of time, and it could be operated by controls beside his couch. He had his arm around Gail, reclining beside him.
The action started, complete with sound. The three of them, Lew, Gail and Carmen, were on the bed, grinning and saying, "Chicken shit."
It was, for Lew, thunderously exciting to see himself making love to two beautiful women, Gail and Carmen. It was doubly nice to be able to hear the sounds, the little sighs, the wet sounds of his cock going into a cunt, the voice of Dru in the background making comments. Before the picture had run three minutes he was hard, needing to feel the soft encasement of Carmen's cunt around his need. He used his finger on her, making her squirm as he thrust it far up, and she, in need also, turned the couch sidewise and, lying flat on her back with her face turned toward the screen, reached out her arms for him. With a feeling of pure lust he threw himself on her and felt his cock slide into the sweetness of her body; his face, turned to the screen, saw his cock going in and out of Carmen. He held back. He knew that the pictures would run for a half hour. He stayed on the verge of coming for twenty minutes as he let the erotic images on the screen lull his libido into a state where sex was the only thing on his mind. He barely noticed that Gail and Dru had assumed much the same position and that Dru was fucking Gail while they watched.
He came when, at the end of the film, Dru pulled Gail to the edge of the bed and attacked her from the rear and he came with his eyes watching his wife being fucked and fucked well by an expert and it was good, good, good.
"Lew," Dru said, when it was over. "I'll run off copies if you want."
"I'd sure like a copy," Lew said, "but I don't have sound equipment. Just super-8."
"If I were you, I'd buy a 16 millimeter sound projector," Dru said, "but if you don't want to, I'll make copies in super-8."
"I think I've just decided to buy a projector," Lew said. The idea of not only seeing the action but hearing it, in the privacy of his own home, with just him and Gail or, perhaps, a nice couple selected from their new list of playmates, turned him on.
"OK, that's settled. If you buy one, I'll run you off some of mine. I've got some wild action with Jean and Pete, for example, and the best one, or one of the best, is that gal in Kentucky, the one with the Ph.D."
"Misty?" Gail asked.
"A natural actress. I have thirty minutes of her working on Carmen," Dru said.
"Dru, I'd love to have all of them," Lew said. "And I'll be glad to pay the costs."
"Fuck that," Dru said. "I've got more money than Carmen and I can spend in a lifetime and I have no desire to leave it to charity or have it gobbled up by the government. I like to do things for my friends. Now the question is, do I get to keep a copy of this for us?"
Gail laughed. "If anyone ever conies to us trying to blackmail us with the pictures we'll tell them where they can buy more copies."
"Good girl," Dru laughed. "Look, how about a drink and some lunch? I'm famished."
"Doesn't anyone ever put on any clothes in this house?" Gail laughed, as they ate lunch with a fine wine.
"Only when the preacher comes," Carmen said.
It was so lovely and so comfortable in the Clarke house that neither of them had thought of leaving. That afternoon, Lew helped Dru run off a copy of the film of the four of them in action, getting a hard-on as he watched it through the monitor. Then Dru loaded him down with pre-made copies of other films.
"Jesus," Lew said. "I can hardly wait to get home to see them."
"We'll have a long show tonight, if you like," Dru said. "I have an honor system, though. I show only those people with whom you've been involved. I can show you the ones with Jean and Pete Flowers, Jimmy and Misty Jackson and the Thetfords."
That was plenty. It was a lusty, exciting evening. The couches in the projection room saw action to equal or surpass that on the screen and the pictures up there merely served to remind Lew of the women he'd made love with in the past few days, Carmen, Jean, Misty, Mandy. And, of course, Gail.
It was very late when they gave up and staggered off to bed, this time switching couples in case anyone had any energy left. Carmen slept close and woke him with her mouth on his hard cock and he did a morning quickie and she came twice, loving it.
They left at midday. The route was southwest, on I-55. They spent the night in Springfield and drove into St. Louis the next day after a good night's sleep. Gail was thrilled by the sight of the Memorial Arch, but Lew, with traffic fierce on the expressways, had little chance to see it. He whizzed through the city to the west side, stopped to consult a street map at a service station, and found the route after making a confirmation telephone call.
This one was something special.
This one was not just another couple in the string of swingers into which they had stumbled through Cindy Randolph.
Back in the Clarke's house in Chicago, when they were discussing whether or not to head south and home or to go on and visit a couple in Peoria, Dru Clarke sat up suddenly, smote his forehead and said, "What am I thinking about. I'm forgetting all about Bill and Martha's party."
"Is it this weekend?" Carmen asked.
Dru got up, ran out of the projection room, and returned with a letter. "Yep, this weekend. Look, this is one of the highlights of the year. Bill Angelo is wild, man. He gives the wildest party in the whole swinging world. You'll have to go."
"I know that Jean and Pete and Jimmy and Misty are going to be there," Carmen said. "And lots of others. Bill and Martha usually try to have a dozen couples."
"What do you think?" Lew asked Gail.
"Why not?" she asked, smiling.
"Ordinarily, I don't go in for orgies," Carmen said, "but we make this one an exception, because the people are guaranteed to be nice, we know all of them, and it's do or don't. If you feel like it and it feels good, do it. If not, just watch. Leave when you're ready. Sleep if you're sleepy. Eat if you're hungry. Fuck if you're randy."
"I get the idea," Lew said. "But we're not invited."
Dru reached for a telephone. He had his connection in a minute and was saying, "Add them to the list, baby. Lew and Gail Pastor from Carolina. They're nice ones."
He hung up, shrugged. "We'll see you there. Or, if you like, you can leave the car here and fly down with us."
"I guess we'll take the car," Lew said. "We'll probably be heading home from St. Louis."
And so, they were in St. Louis, heading for the orgy.
"Twelve couples?" Gail had asked. "My God."
"Just take your choice," Carmen had said. "You don't have to screw all of them, unless it turns you
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Hi, you must be the Pastors."
"Right. This is Gail and I'm Lew."
They were standing on the front entry of another huge, rich home. The house was old, somewhat Victorian in style, with interesting wings and towers and multiple stories and grounds done in old English formal garden style with a handsome lawn and, off to one side, a swimming pool closed down for the winter and, in another direction, a gazebo which looked as if it were closed in. The house sat in the center of a section of land in a small depression lined with trees. A creek ran through the grounds. In the distance one could see the lights of St. Louis.
The drive to the house, through the square mile of land, was on a paved lane with trees lining it, speaking of long habitation and great care. The land was in pasture, with some forage crops, and was fenced into fields. They saw dozens of fat, healthy looking horses.
"I can see now why Dru and Carmen were so keen on your being here," the woman who had answered the door was saying, taking Gail's hand. "You're very lovely, Gail." She winked at Lew.
"You'll do, too." She stepped back and waved. "Come in. You're not the first to arrive and not the last. I'll show you to your room and then we'll all get together in the ballroom at seven."
Martha Angelo was, Lew judged, near forty, but possessed of a figure which would have caused envy in most younger women. Her skin was unblemished. Her hair was done in a neat and attractive flip. She was not, taken feature by feature, a beautiful woman, but all together she made an attractive picture, for attractiveness in a woman sometimes is nothing more than making the most of what a woman has, looking confident, carrying one's self well, and wearing the right things. Martha was wearing a pants suit which flattered her, making her look casual but smart. As she led the way up a flight of stairs she moved her hips in a way which caught Lew's attention. She was, he knew, a woman who knew her body well, knew it was good, liked herself and was, undoubtedly, a very sensuous woman.
"I understand that you know some of the other guests," Martha said, as they gained a second-story hallway and walked along, Lew carrying the suitcases. "But no fair getting together this afternoon. It's a rule of the house to conserve our, uh, energies, for the main event. The party begins at seven and continues until-there's no one left."
She opened a door. In the suite of two rooms there were lovely Victorian furniture pieces, a huge bed, high, with massive head and foot boards, a low dresser with an old fashioned thick mirror, lovely Victorian bedroom chairs. In the other room the furniture was massive and comfortable.
"Dress is casual," Martha said. "Sports shirts for the men, something revealing for the girls."
Then she was gone and Lew sat down to watch Gail wander around the two rooms admiring the furniture. It was just four o'clock and that left time for a leisurely bath for each, a quiet period sitting in the comfortable old chairs with a drink made from the bar which Lew had discovered, and some talk. Gail was a bit doubtful about mixing with twenty-two other people, if there were, indeed, to be twelve couples at the party, but Lew said, "Just do as Carmen suggested. Pick and choose. You don't have to take on all of them."
"But I'll bet you try," Gail said, smiling at him. "My oversexed man."
"Last fling," Lew grinned. "After this we head home and I'll need some memories to carry me through the cold winter."
"Greedy," she smiled.
But, he was pleased to see, there was no doubt in her, not that he could see. She had become a totally sensuous woman and was concerned not about the morality of going downstairs to mix sexually with people she'd never met, but only with how she would decide which men to mix with.
"Gail," he asked, 'looking back on the past few days, which of the men did you like best? I mean, suppose you were to be marooned on a desert island for a weekend, which one would you want to have with you?"
"Oh, I don't know," she said. "I'll ask you the same question. You must have some opinion or you wouldn't have thought of it."
"I'd take you," he said, sincerely.
"Really?" she asked, looking at him seriously. "Positively. You're my number one sex object. Oh, I don't deny enjoying hell out of screwing all the others. But you know what it does? It makes me hungry as hell for you. It makes me want to eat you and kiss you all over and then put it into you and work on you until I make you go oh, ah, oh. It makes me sexier for you. Can you see that?"
"Yes," she said. "I think it does the same for me. I mean, when you're telling me about screwing someone like Carmen, I can see it in my mind and it makes blood boil in me. It turns me on something fierce."
"So this sexual adventure has only done good?" Lew asked.
"I think so. I had some bad moments at first. I felt a little common or something." She looked at him. "Do you know when it all changed?"
"Yep. When you got picked up from the restaurant there in Cincinnati."
"Bob Ronson. I was being a good girl, not indulging in your dirty sex games. Then I found out that I was just as sexy as you. No one was more surprised than I to find me in bed with Bob Ronson and enjoying it. That told me that my body craved outside sex and it was so nice with Bob, fortunately, that there seemed to be nothing wrong in it. After that, I could really let myself go with Dru and Carmen."
"Did you enjoy it when Carmen made love to you?" Lew asked.
"Ummm. It's nice. I wouldn't want to make a career of it, because she lacks one important thing, that thing which you men have a monopoly on. But the way it all mixes together, it's nice."
"I'm sort of looking forward to seeing Misty again," Lew said. "She's a wild one."
"Yes."
Gail started dressing at six-thirty and was ready at five of seven. Lew had been ready. Gail had put on a long skirt and a low cut blouse. Without a bra, her breasts stood out pertly. The nipples made a nice little dent in the slinky material of the blouse. "You'll be the sexiest woman there," Lew told her. They located the ballroom by following the low buzz of talk and the soft music. The room was huge, the floor marble, the decor reds and golds. Two couples were dancing. Others were grouped around the arched bar. The first person Lew recognized was, of all people, Cindy Randolph, the woman who had introduced them to swinging. She spotted him at about the same time and ran to meet them, throwing her arms around Lew and pressing soft, almost naked breasts against his chest.
"When I heard you were going to be here I didn't believe it," she said, giving Gail a kiss on the cheek. "It's wonderful."
Then Martha Angelo was there, taking Gail by the arm. "Everyone's here but Dru and Carmen and they're on the way from the airport," she said. "Come along and we'll meet the people you don't know." She led them toward the bar. "Everyone," she cried out, "come on over." The two couples who were dancing stopped. Lew and Gail were getting greetings from old friends: Mandy and Frank Thetford, Jimmy and Misty, Jean and Pete, Jock Randolph. And then the new couples were presented.
Al and Betty Matthews, from Knoxville. Al was short, husky, dark. Betty was a large blonde, much the same in appearance as Mandy Thetford, but prettier and a bit younger. She was a live wire and Lew liked her.
Ed and Rita Bloom. Ed was a doctor, dark, Jewish. He was a bit overweight and had a full beard. Rita was small, dark, lively, with a sensual way of moving which Lew liked.
Norman and Kit Morrison from Los Angeles. Norman was a T.V. producer, small, wiry, blond, handsome and quick of wit. Kit was also tiny, weighing not over ninety-seven pounds. She had a delightful little body and large, perfectly-formed breasts, short blonde hair, blue eyes. She looked at Lew with obvious approval.
Charles and Pat Brook, Oklahoma City. Charles was big, tall, quiet. Pat was a pretty, lively, smiling brunette with large, kissable lips.
J.L. and Joy Tour ant, all the way from Miami. Sun tanned, big, blocky, short-haired and looking good in it, J.L. was all male, with a huge, booming laugh and big, strong looking hands. Joy was willowy, quiet, soft spoken. She had shoulder-length black hair and a sensual mouth under a long, delicately-formed nose.
The host, Bill Angelo, was thin and dark, speaking with a slight Italian accent. He was behind the bar. "The first ones I mix," he said to Lew; "after that it's self service."
"Fair enough," Lew said, taking his bourbon and seven and handing Gail bourbon and water.
Dru and Carmen came in, Dru laden down with camera equipment. There were greetings and kisses and hand shakes and then the party went the way of all parties, groups talking, drinks being mixed, music playing, people dancing. Twenty-four people from all over the country, mixing, talking, looking as normal as any like group, but with one thought in mind. Each person was busy trying to decide which other person he or she would choose for the first course of a sexual meal which was scheduled to last from Friday night until late Sunday.
Lew was at a table talking with the big blonde from Knoxville, Betty Matthews. Gail was dancing with Jimmy Jackson. Bill Angelo started hitting a glass with a spoon.
"People," he said, when he had everyone's attention, "our great movie maker has the film from last year's party. I know that some of you have seen it, but those who haven't and those who would like to see it again are invited to go into the salon. Old Dru has it all set up and is eager to show his photographic talent."
"Oh, I'd like to see it," Betty said to Lew. "We haven't been able to get away all year so we haven't visited Dru and Carmen. Would you like to see it?"
"Sure," Lew said. "But only in good company, yours."
"This could be the start of something nice," Betty smiled, taking his hand.
"You interested?" Jimmy Jackson asked Gail. He was holding her close, his thigh pushing between her legs as they danced.
"Oh, I'm not sure," she said.
"I can take it or leave it," Jimmy said, but just then J.L. Tourant tapped him on the shoulder and pulled him away from Gail.
"Don't be greedy, Jimmy," J.L. said in his big voice. "I want to get to know this lovely lady, too."
"I guess I go watch the movies," Jimmy said. "Later, Gail."
J.L. was such a big man that he made Gail, no small chick, feel delicate and small. She rather liked the possessive way he put his arm around her, laying his palm on her side in a no-nonsense way which said, look, I'm the leader, baby, and you're going to follow. She let her body mold to his; he put his mouth in her hair.
"I've been watching you, lady," he whispered. "You are one sweet-looking lady."
She felt the bulge of his manhood as they turned, and she didn't pull away. Sex seemed to be in the air. She'd been thinking about what Lew had asked her, which of the men she'd like to be marooned on a desert island with. She remembered how nice it had been with Jock and Frank and Jimmy and Pete Flowers. And Dru was a love, and very sensuous. She couldn't make up her mind, because there was something nagging away at her and, in J.L. Tourant's arms, she quickly realized what it was. That hunger for newness, which seems to be a fairly common human characteristic, was telling her that it would be none of the ones she knew, that if she had to pick it would be one of the new men. And of the men she didn't know, Charles, Norman, Ed, Al, Bill Angelo and J.L., she had been picked by J.L. She rather liked that. She let herself wonder how it would feel to be under all that strong man, that big, hard body, that rough exterior. She imagined him to be powerful, pumping strongly into her, lifting her, handling her as if she were a child.
"Lady," he was saying, "this party is going to warm up sooner or later, and I'm the impatient type. I've wanted to see how you kiss from the moment I saw you."
"Ummm," she said.
"Would you think I was rushing it if I sort of carried you off this minute?" J.L. asked into her ear, his lips brushing, then kissing her on the neck. She shivered.
"It is noisy in here," she said.
He put his arm around her. He had managed to move them close to the door leading out of the ballroom, and they stepped out without being observed by the few who hadn't gone to see Dru's pictures. He bent, swooping her off the ground lightly. "I meant it about carrying you off," he said. "Makes me feel like a caveman."
"Just so you don't drag me by the hair," she said.
He took the stairs easily and pushed open a door.
He carried her directly to the bed. Her state of readiness astounded her. She was panting, eager. She was happy she'd obeyed her sexual impulses and donned her skirt and blouse without underwear. Underneath there was just Gail, naked, already wet, waiting. J.L. put his weight on her and kissed her and she went wild, for his cock, huge and hard, was thrust into her pelvic basket and by squirming, she could make it rub her engorged sex. Sensing her readiness, he thrust his hand up her skirt, found her wetness, toyed with it, and thrust a finger into it, making her moan with pleasure.
"My impulse is to take you fast and hard, lady," J.L. said, his voice throaty.
"Yes," she whispered. "Oh, yes."
It all happened within a minute of entering the room. First she was put down onto the bed, then kissed with his hard cock rubbing into her pussy. Then his hand and his finger to tell him that she was more than ready. Then he was lifting her, his hands under her hips, pulling up her skirt to expose her from the waist down. Her hips were arching up, thrusting her sex up at him, wanting, wanting, wanting. He didn't even bother to undress. As hot as she, he opened his fly, loosed a member of impressive size, threw himself down onto her and used his fingers to open her pussy, to spread the lips, to bare the soft opening. Then his hard cock was thrusting, spearing, and she was writhing and moaning with need and it was sliding in and filling her beautifully and her body began to do its work, thrusting and moving, hips going in tiny circles, feeling the lovely cock grinding and driving and boring into her. She came almost instantly, her orgasm coming down, down, filling her stomach as she moaned and gave double strokes into his lunges, coming down to fill the area of her pussy, swell her clit, pound and explode and burn and sizzle and send its influence throughout her entire body, making her one molten pool of sex. Into her storm of goodness J.L. thrust his hard, huge cock; it swelled and seemed even bigger and then, as her climax reached its peak, burst inside her, wetting down the fires of her orgasm with great jets of semen which she could feel and which, with each throb of his cock, sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.
Emptied, he let his weight down on her, kissed her. "That's just a down payment," he said. "I want you again, later. I want you naked so that I can eat you and so that I can feel all of you against me."
"Yes," she said.
She had to go to the bathroom. With no panties, the great quantity of come he'd pumped into her would run down her legs. She would have preferred to keep it, but she had to be practical. She cleaned up, came out and he was ready. They went into the ballroom. The lights had been lowered. The movies were still going on, but there were a few couples in the room. Among them were Norman and Kit Morrison. They came over to join Gail and J.L.
"Always the first, huh, J.L.?" Norman asked.
"Someone has to begin it," J.L. said. "Might as well be me."
"Let me take you away from this big ape," Norman said to Gail, leading her onto the dance floor. He was a nicely built man, and the contrast between his slightness and J.L.'s bigness was interesting. "I give J.L. and Kit just one minute before they disappear," he said. Gail joined him in looking over at the couple they'd just left. J.L. towered over Kit.
"It's a sight, them together," Norman said.
Sure enough, the couple started for the door. "She likes it, his being so big," Norman said. "But she also likes company. Says she's always afraid that J.L. will get too excited and just eat her all gone. Would you like to join them?"
"I guess," Gail said. She let Norman lead her out of the ballroom and up the stairs. J.L. and Kit were just going into the room where she'd started the sexual activity of the evening. Norman pushed the door open and led her in. J.L. looked up, having just deposited Kit on the bed.
"Room for two more?" Norman asked.
"Always, buddy," J.L. said, beginning to strip the clothing off Kit as if she were a small, fragile doll. Gail watched and saw an impressive and nice pair of breasts emerge. Then she felt Norman's hands on her, and knew that her clothing was going, too. Naked, she watched as Norman and J.L. undressed, and gasped in some surprise when Norman, small man that he was, unleashed a weapon which matched J.L.'s in size and length.
Kit giggled. "That's why Norman always likes to pair up with J.L., just to show J.L. that he isn't small everywhere."
"There's entirely too much talk here," J.L. growled, picking the tiny Kit up and positioning her on the side of the bed, legs extended. He knelt and thrust his head between her thighs, placed her feet on his shoulders, and buried his mouth into her cunt.
Norman guided Gail onto the bed, pushed her down onto her back, and followed J.L.'s lead. His mouth sent wondrous shivers of sexual delight throughout what had been, moments before, a completely sated pussy. Gail could reach out and touch Kit, and, as her excitement was built by Norman's skillful manipulation of her pussy, she did, letting her hand close on one of Kit's nice breasts. Kit put a hand over hers and squeezed in appreciation. Her own hand, Kit's hand, came out, found one of Gail's breasts, began to pinch her nipple almost painfully, but it felt so good that Gail moaned and lifted her hips to press her pussy hard against Norman's mouth.
When she was almost coming from the inspired eating she reached down and seized Norman's long hair, tugging and moaning. Norman took the hint; he mounted her, climbing up her legs, kissing her as she reached down to seize his cock. It was huge and hot in her hand. For a long, lovely moment, she moved it up and down, making its slick, hot, wet head slide up and down the length of her pussy, from clit to bottom; then she centered it, lifted herself, felt his body lower and his loins thrust and for the second time within a few minutes she was woman filled, woman with a cock there, deep inside, the hardness spreading her, pushing against her very bones, the head touching her womb and sending shivers throughout her body.
She knew it was going to take her longer this time. But Norman showed no signs of being premature as he began to do a skilled job of screwing, making each stroke long and hard, driving in and then moving, with their mounds in contact, as she writhed and got the benefit of the contact on her sensitive clitoris.
J.L. and Kit had assumed the woman superior position. In fact, Kit had straddled J.L.'s massive body and was speared onto his huge cock like a small child riding a horse. So small was she and so huge was J.L.'s cock that Gail, looking down J.L.'s body, which was alongside hers, thought she could see Kit's belly swell each time the small girl lifted herself and let her weight push her back down onto the impaling instrument.
There were no sounds save some heavy breathing and the wet, sensuous sucking sound made by the two large pricks as they withdrew from two tight, sweet cunts. At one point, shortly after Norman had inserted his cock into her, he kissed her and whispered, "Nice, very nice."
Gail abandoned herself to sheer sensation. Norman leaned, and taking her left breast into his mouth, mauled it nicely, biting the distended nipple into quivering aliveness. And she, to show her feelings, lifted her legs, extended them straight up, and pointed her toes at the ceiling, allowing his nice, full cock to slide even deeper into her, banging against the back side of her vaginal cavity with each deep lunge of his active body.
Gail got a surge of sensation in her own body when she heard Kit's breathing increase and then heard the small, blonde girl begin to make a sound which was a mixture of laughing and sobbing, increasing her frenzied activity as she sat up on J.L.'s cock. Both Gail and Norman watched, Norman lying with his cock thrust far into her, as Kit achieved her first orgasm, bouncing, biting her lower lip, laughing and sobbing all at once, reaching down, as she began to feel the pounding of the complete orgasm, to pinch J.L.'s male nipples hard with her fingernails, stimulating J.L. to great activity so that his bulldozer lunges upward into her tiny body were, so strong they threatened to throw her off, but she rode it, and added motion of her own and then there was a keening cry of lust as she felt it burst inside her and she was falling to lie atop J.L.'s big chest, breathing hard and moaning as J.L. pumped his own orgasm's juices into her still throbbing pussy.
Norman began stroking Gail regularly, establishing a new, steady rhythm which sent waves of lovely pleasure through her with each downstroke. Kit, recovering slightly, leaned over and began to kiss and pet Gail's left breast and that added pleasure sent Gail into near ecstasy, but she was still not at the top of that long hill. J.L., watching interestedly, began to fondle Gail's body in the places where it was not covered by Norman. Thus, she had cock in her, Norman kissing her, Kit kissing her right breast and J.L.'s big, rough hands fondling her thighs on the outside, going under her to cup her ass, and then, with a thrill of newness, going down to run hard fingers around the rim of her stuffed cunt, tickling, punching, then trying to enter her pussy alongside Norman's cock.
As she began to pant and reach, Kit moved closer, pushed Norman's head aside, and kissed her. She'd just recently discovered the thrill of being kissed by a nice female mouth, and the sweetness of Kit's lips added that new thrill to the storm which was brewing in her body. With Kit's mouth on hers, J.L.'s fingers pushing and probing around the full entry to her lower body, then moving back, lifting her, thrusting a wetted finger into her anus, she thought she'd come and faint with the goodness of it, but there was more. Norman's teeth nibbling at her breasts as Kit kissed her, Norman's cock growing, swelling, getting near climax, J.L.'s finger driving in and out of her anus giving her a pain-pleasure which added to the growing explosion and then it was there, bright and red and bursting and she heard herself moaning and crying out as the three skilled lovers worked the last tiny sensation out of her body. The orgasm went on and on; she took Norman's hot sperm into her in the midst of it and then, still feeling it, she humped and humped and J.L., hot again, pulled Norman out and drove his own newly revived cock into Gail's still spasming cunt and while her orgasm went on and on, he worked hard, hard, long, quick strokes. Kit also was busy. She was lifting herself, positioning herself, and Gail, still feeling that long, continuous orgasm, looked up to see the mussed, come-oozing slit of Kit's nice cunt lowering on her mouth. With a gasp of pure abandon she took it, letting it ride down to cover her lips. She could taste the starchy slickness of J.L.'s come in it and then her tongue was thrusting and there were hard members in her cunt-J.L.'s dick, and in her anus, Norman's finger, and she was crying and sobbing just as she'd heard Kit sob and laugh and she was coming, coming, coming. And Kit was fucking her mouth with that wet, hot, starchy-tasting cunt and she was using her tongue to give Kit pleasure and it went on and on until, with a new burst of goodness, a final spasming of her cunt, J.L. came in her, his come added to Norman's and overflowing her stuffed cavity to run hotly, wetly down the soft insides of her thighs to mess the sheets; it was so good she was screaming and then she sort of blacked out.
She woke to find J.L.'s cock getting soft in her and Norman and Kit looking down at her with smiles.
"You're quite a tiger," Norman said.
"Lovely," she moaned. "I've never felt like that before."
"Save some of it, darling," Kit smiled. "This is only Friday night."
"Me for a drink," J.L. said. "You all coming?"
They went to the ball room. The movies were over. Couples were talking, dancing. Some were missing, of course, among them Lew. Gail, weak from the massive and extended climax, sat down and had a drink and a cigarette and talked with Bill Angelo, the host.
"Having fun?" he asked.
I'm amazed at just how much fun I'm having," Gail said.
"Look," Bill said, in his charming accent, "the evening is young, but I'd like to put in my invitation for later."
"Ummm," she said, smiling.
"I mean, have a blast, mix it up, but if you'd consider sleeping with me, just me, when we're all ready to hit the sack--"
"Well, I don't know."
"I mean, if you'd like to. If you don't want to sleep with Lew."
"Sure," she said, remembering what Lew had said. One last fling. He'd want to take some other woman to bed for the night. "I'd love to."
"OK I'll be looking forward to it." He buzzed off to talk to others. Jimmy Jackson came over to the small table and sat down.
"Got time for a ball with an old buddy?" he asked. "God, Jimmy, I don't know if I can." She smiled ruefully.
"Got enough energy to dance?"
She rose and went into his arms. He held her closely and soon had an erection. "I'm remembering how fine we were together," he said. "Are you really shot down?"
"For the moment," she said, smiling at him. "But if you don't expect a tiger--"
"I'll be selfish," he said. "I've been saving it for you."
"Really?"
"Truth. Promised myself that you'd be my first tonight."
"Well, I can't say no to devotion like that," she said.
He led her out of the ballroom into the main sitting room. There was no one out there. "If you think you can make it, we'll go upstairs," Jimmy said.
"I honestly don't think I can, not right this minute," she said.
"Then I'll be impetuous," Jimmy grinned, pushing her down into a huge, wide chair, opening his fly with one hand, pushing her legs high with the other and leaning forward, standing, leaning over her, placing his hard cock at the well-used entrance to her vagina. She felt it slide in. It was not at all unpleasant. It felt soothing and nice, but there was just no fire in her. She let him ride into her, wiggled down to lower her ass in the chair to give him a deeper ; thrust, kissed him as he began to drive and pant into her. His cock was stitching in and out, hard, long, hot. She felt very good. She felt very sensuous, but there was no building of need in her and she just moved to compliment his strokes, to make it good for him.
"Told you I'd been saving it," he gasped, taking one last, long lunge, his legs quivering from his strained position leaning over her as she lay on her back, legs high, his cock deep in her. And then she felt it, boom, boom, boom, the come of the third man of the night in her, filling her, warming her, making her feel cozy and drowsy.
"I'll pay you back later," Jimmy said, withdrawing his cock, reaching for his handkerchief. "Here, don't mess up Martha's nice upholstery. She wiped her used pussy, handing him the handkerchief when she was finished. He wiped his cock, put it away, and led her back to the ball room. Cindy Randolph and Joy Tour ant were seated at a table as they walked toward the bar.
"Gail, this is the I'm temporarily shot club," Cindy said. "Care to join us?"
"Oh, do I," Gail said, flopping down into a chair.
"I was too greedy," Cindy said. "Used myself up in the first hour."
"I have a hidden reserve," Joy Tourant said quietly. "But I've decided that I'd like to be like Misty."
"She's tireless," Cindy said. "She'll have every man here tonight and again tomorrow night if they can hold out."
"Your husband is very nice," Joy said to Gail. "You've trained him well."
"Thank you," Gail said. And that led her to wonder how many women Lew had been with, where he was, if he were enjoying himself. She accepted a drink from a thoughtful Bill Angelo and listened to the idle chatter of the two women, letting her imagination take over. Thinking of Lew with Joy, with the others, put a tiny little fire of desire back into her body. She looked around, counting men. She'd made love with J.L., Norman and Jimmy. She had promised to spend the night with Bill Angelo. That left eight men. She began to feel that she'd like to try one more man before she went off with Bill, and she had a choice. Who? One of the new ones. That left Ed Bloom, with his beard, and Al Matthews, short, handsome. And the big man from Oklahoma City, Charles. She leaned toward him, remembering how nice it was to have a powerful man lusting after her, rutting in her, like J.L. Yes, it would be Charles, and then a quiet night-fuck with Bill, possibly going to sleep with his cock in her.
Lew, meanwhile, had been gathered up by Misty for a mini-orgy in the master bedroom, with two huge king-sized beds and a bar. Lew had begun the evening with Betty Matthews, the cute, big blonde from Knoxville. They had gone from the film room to a bed and there he'd done well, lifting Betty to two orgasms before he let fly with his own and then Misty had caught him. He was more inclined to try another of the new ones, like Pat Brook, the willowy brunette, or Joy Tourant.
"I'm organizing an orgy," Misty said. "I've got Pete and Carmen. Need you."
"Sure," Lew said, "but can I have a few minutes?"
"We'll be in yonder big room," Misty said. "We'll start without you if you don't hurry."
Lew went on down the hall into the ballroom and Joy Tourant was standing at the bar. He decided Misty could wait. "You look all alone, lady," Lew said.
"I'm not now," Joy said quietly. "If you have an indecent proposition for me, the answer is yes."
She was a beauty, and a nice girl. Quiet spoken, openly sensual, nice lips, eager. The foreplay was almost non-existent, after they'd gone on upstairs into a room. Joy pulled off her clothes when they walked in, lay down, and held out her arms. Lew was out of his clothes in a moment, lying atop her, kissing her and letting his hands get to know her. Then she was reaching down, just as he'd decided that he might like to eat her hot, wet cunt, and inserting him, so he just screwed her, hard and hard and she came almost immediately.
"Can you make it again?" he asked, pumping hard into her, excited.
"I'm a one-at-a-time girl, more's the pity," she said.
"Why don't you save that for someone else?"
"I want to come in you," Lew said.
"All right, if you want to."
She helped him, but it went on and on and he worked up a sweat. It was simply too soon after giving his all to the cute blonde, Betty. He finally stopped. "Whew," he gasped. "Guess I'm not ready, after all."
"We can finish that later," Joy said, kissing him nicely.
So he had come only once when he went down to the room where Misty's mini-orgy was underway and there he found the two girls in a tangle, Misty and Carmen, with Pete Flowers lying on his side watching. Carmen was on her knees, eating Misty. Lew waded in and drove his cock into Carmen from the rear, reaming her nice cunt all the way up to the liver area, it seemed.
"Don't tell me," Carmen gasped. "Let me guess."
But she looked around and said, "Oh, hi, Lew. Thought I recognized that nice cock."
And he lifted Carmen to a come and then Misty was all over him, rolling him onto his back and Pete Flowers was revived to thrust his cock into Misty's mouth, just above Lew's face, as Misty lowered herself and spread her lips and let her vagina sink lushly down onto Lew's shaft. Then Carmen, her cunt slick and used, was on his face, and he was doing his best to make two chicks come. He seemed to be in a state of non-coming. No matter how hard he tried, he could not bring himself to climax, even after Misty moaned and roared with a good one and Carmen panted and switched her pussy all over his face and came with a throbbing which he felt with his tongue; then the two girls were quiet for a few moments and Pete, hard, came in Carmen's nice cunt and made her come again and Misty, greedy Misty, let Lew eat her to another. That orgy over, Lew went out looking for another one. He'd had four women so far and had come once. He was interested in newness and that meant Rita Bloom, Kit Morrison or Pat Brook. He thought, in his state of almost permanent hardness, that he might just round up all three and do them all in, adding three new women to his score at one time.
He found Pat Brook with Dru, and pulled her away. "I'm hungry for you," he said. She looked at him and smiled.
"I surrender," she said.
"Like to make it a threesome?" Lew asked.
"Who?"
"Rita or Kit," Lew said.
"Kit just went to the john," Pat said. "Let's go get her."
Kit was coming out of the downstairs bath near the ballroom. "We have an ambitious man here," Pat said. "He wants to take on two tigers."
"Meow," Kit grinned, taking Lew's other arm.
They made a beautiful sight naked together on the bed. Kit, tiny and blonde. Pat lean, tall, dark. Lew was gasping with need as he threw off the last of his clothing and fell between them, kissing first one then the other, then taking his time to chew and kiss two sets of different, exciting titties. His hands were busy at two wet, different, but exciting cunts. His cock was stiff and drooling in its readiness. And he was suddenly afraid that he was too hot, that he'd go the minute he put it in one of those lovely bodies. So he became the French expert and tasted cunt, two of them, alternating, sucking, kissing, licking, punching, and his efforts were rewarded by total commitment from the two women, both of them writhing and moaning as he worked on them, his mouth taking and enjoying, his every sense alert, expanded.
He was eating Kit, and Pat was kissing Kit's nice breasts, and Kit was writhing and then she used her hands on his head, urging him upward. "Not like that," she said. "I want it in me."
He put it in her, driving it deeply into her tiny body. Her cunt was tight and sweet and she threw her legs wide and began to hump while Pat was kissing her and then she came with a huge sigh and a moan. Then Lew threw himself off and drove his hard cock into Pat. His mind was counting. Betty, Joy, Misty, Carmen, Pat and Kit. Six women in one night.
He felt Kit's lips on his ass, kissing, kissing, and then they moved down and he felt them hot and wet and lovely on the base of his cock; then she was licking and kissing his cock as it went in and out of Pat and he was on the verge of coming when the door opened. He stopped and looked around. Rita and Ed Bloom stood in the doorway.
"We got stuck with each other," Rita said. "That's not fair."
"Bring Ed in," Kit said. "We're about to use this one up."
Now there were five people on the bed. Ed Bloom took advantage of the situation even as Lew continued his plowing of Pat's lovely, hot cunt. Ed went into Kit's body with a tool which was surprisingly long, but very thin. It was almost strange, his cock, so thin was it. But it seemed to do the job, because Kit began to lift her ass to it and soon Kit and Pat were moaning and lifting and fighting and Rita Bloom was extending her favors to the two couples, kissing all, girls and men, her hands feeling the thrust of two cocks at once, her fingers feeling the swollen, extended labia of Pat and Kit's cunts, and then Pat was coming and she was finished, with Lew giving her his all that it might be good and he let her savor the little after feelings before he loosed himself from her and pushed his seventh woman down. Rita Bloom was sensuous and hot, her pussy flowing wet juices engendered by watching the two couples fucking. And his cock took his seventh woman and he knew that he'd come in this one.
Ed, meanwhile, had lifted Kit to a last, great orgasm. She had had it, she announced. She fell onto her back and, with the spent Pat Brook, watched Lew plow the new furrow of Rita Bloom's cunt and then Ed was getting hard again and was handling Lew's cock as it drove in and out.
Lew felt the hand and it was not a female hand. Too hard. He looked. Ed was behind him as he hunched into Ed's wife, Rita, and Ed was looking at the entrance point, watching Lew's hard cock move in and out, gleaming and glistening with the combined juices of all the participants in the orgy. And Ed's hand felt good, damn it, on his cock. It held the big base of his cock, up toward his anus, and then Ed was doing something, bringing his finger down to run it into the edge of Rita's cunt and then smearing the juices onto Lew's asshole and it felt fine, good, especially when Ed ran a finger into his ass and it felt as if he had a cunt, himself, and it was being penetrated and his lust began to boil and then Ed was doing something else, kneeling behind him, something else was touching his asshole, pushing.
A burst of lust ran through him. The feel, so different, was Ed Bloom's long, thin cock. He lifted his ass, asking for it, never having tried it, but, at the height of his lust, his cock hard and still not ready for coming, buried into Rita's nice, deep, tight, slight, high-set cunt, he was ready. He felt the cock push at the tight little muscles of his ass and then burst through and there was a feeling of pain which was overlaid by the very lusty feeling of going all out into a new sexual situation. He lifted his ass, letting the long, thin cock penetrate his tight bowels and touch that tender gland way up inside and then Ed was matching his stroke to Lew's. As Lew drove into Rita's cunt with his cock, Ed let his cock be pulled out of Lew's ass, and as Lew lifted, readying another stroke into Rita, Ed pushed and filled Lew's bowels with hardness. Lew knew that the added stimulations were going to make him blow like a volcano and he wanted more, more, wanted to feel Ed's cock come in him, like a woman. He held himself back as the need built in him; he began to pull and tug at Kit until she got the idea and positioned herself next to Rita's head so that Lew could dive into her used, soiled, come-filled cunt, not asking whose come it was, not even knowing if Ed had come in Kit, but wanted oral stimulation, wanting it all, all; and then Pat, excited by the scene, took the only available spot, over Kit's head, and lowered herself.
Lew, fucking Rita. Ed fucking Lew. Lew chewing Kit's pussy and Kit eating Pat's cunt and it heightened and lifted and got so tremendously sexy that the musky smell of total sex filled the room. It was Rita who started the coming and her pussy seemed to go into convulsions around Lew's cock; Lew hit harder, harder, licking Kit's clitoris and feeling her humping and fucking his mouth, and then Ed began grunting and driving deeper, deeper into Lew's tight ass and the feeling was too much for Lew. He grunted, almost screaming, felt Kit push over the top, glanced up to see Pat writhing in climax sitting on Kit's face, felt Ed's cock swell, drive in, then the incredible goodness of hot come soothing his irritated, hot, excited ass, gushing out, filling him, like a woman. He was both man and woman, his ass a cunt, taking cock, his cock in Rita and her cunt spasming around his as he roared and pushed and drove in to burst with a gusty explosion of come which Rita felt as it jetted out. Ed's prick was filling him with come and he was giving his come to Ed's wife and it lasted for an eternity; the pleasure was so great he thought he'd never stop coming, but he did and they lay, sprawled, gasping, spent.
Lew selected Martha Angelo as his all-night bed partner; he managed an erection and had a quiet, lovely, long, languorous screw with her and then went to sleep with his softening cock in her. On another bed, Gail was curled up under Bill Angelo with his cock softening in her.
There was help brought in for breakfast and it was a somber, hung-over occasion, enlivened by some weak jokes and a few laughs which became more general as the good food began to take effect and a few bloody marys helped those who had had too much to drink as well as too much to screw.
Some few sturdy ones sneaked a screw during the day, but mostly it was swimming in the indoor pool, the second pool on the estate, playing pool or bridge or going for walks or getting together with one's spouse to compare notes.
Lunch was also catered and there was a delightful variety of foods with raw oysters getting a lot of remarks. Lew ate a half dozen oysters and joked to Jean Flowers, "I'd carry you off, Jean, but those were bad oysters. Only two of them are working."
Evening came with most couples resting and then it was Saturday night and the drinks were flowing and all were in the big ballroom. The first night had drained off a lot of sexual urgency, and this evening was more social, with people getting acquainted and making plans for mutual visits and talking about business and trips they'd taken. It was much like any cocktail party, with people getting pleasantly high, dancing and talking and then, when things had reached just the right peak, Martha Angelo called for attention.
"This is it," Misty said. She was standing with Lew and Gail. She made a playful arch with her hands, as if praying. "Let this be my lucky night."
"All right, kiddies," Martha said. "It's time. Most of you know what's going to happen, but since there are two new couples with us, I'll explain it. It's time for the annual drawing, to see who the lucky girl is, the girl who will get her wish, as far as it is possible for the rest of us to make it come true, no matter how terrible it is." She looked at Misty and smiled. "Maybe this is the year, darling."
"If it is, you studs had better be ready," Misty said, bringing a general laugh.
"In this box," Martha said, reaching for a small box from Bill, "are twelve identical cases. There is a gift for the ladies in each case, but one is special. The girl who draws the gold star can ask anything."
"You know what I'm going to ask," Misty said. "I've been wanting it for years."
"We know, darling," Martha said. "But for the benefit of the new girls, the wish must be sexual and it must be within the limits of possibility considering the not inconsiderable talent we have with us tonight. Now as we draw, each of you should be thinking what you want."
The box was passed around. Each of the twelve women, including Martha, took a small jewelers case. They were identical. When each of the twelve women had a case in hand, Bill Angelo said, "All right, everyone open at once."
Gail was slow. Misty, beside her, had her case open first and said, with sheer disgust, "Oh, shit, just a diamond." And Gail, opening her case, and looking down, saw, on a field of black velvet, a perfect little gold star on a tiny chain.
"Goddamnit," Misty said. "It's always one of the new ones." But she leaned and kissed Gail on the cheek. "If not me, I'm glad it's you, though." And, in a whisper. "I'll trade you my diamond for it."
"No fair," Kit Morrison said. "No trading. Gail is the winner."
"Have you thought what you'd like?" Martha asked. "The ultimate sexual wish?"
"No, I haven't," Gail said. Misty groaned.
"You have fifteen seconds to come up with a wish," Martha said. "That's the rules. If not, then we make a wish for you."
"I'll throw in a new car and my best rubies," Misty said.
"Fifteen seconds starting now," Martha said. She started counting. Gail couldn't think. What could she possibly wish for in the way of sex when she'd had sex in every conceivable form in the past hours? She was speechless as Martha counted. Fifteen seconds passed.
"All right," Martha said. "We say what's going to happen to you." She looked around. "Any ideas?"
"I think it would be ironic if we made Gail do Misty's wish," Bill Angelo said. "We all know what it is.
"No fair," Misty moaned. "I couldn't stand it."
"We've been hearing about Misty's wish for eight years," Bill said. "I think we should do it and get it over with. It's something we've never done."
"I'll go along," Jimmy Jackson said.
"Let's vote," Jean Flowers said. "Because the rest of us girls will be left out."
"Not for long," Martha said.
"Vote," said Pat Brook.
"OK," Bill said. "By the raising of hands. All in favor of putting Misty's wish on Gail." He began counting. Ten men and four women raised their hands. Misty groaned.
"I think I'm going to cry," she said. "I'll throw in Jimmy for your star," she said.
"What is the wish?" Gail asked.
"Tell her, Misty," Martha said. "And die a little."
"Oh, God," Misty moaned. "I wish now I had never told you, you bastards."
"Tell her," Bill laughed.
"You get the men. All twelve of them. One at a time or double or however you want it until each of them has come one time."
"My God," Gail gasped.
"Oh, you lucky bitch," Misty moaned. "I hate y-y you.
"I-I don't know if I can," Gail said. She was feeling a mixture of dread, fear and pure animal lust.
"You can," Bill Angelo said. "Let's establish the order." He numbered slips and put them into the drawing box. Each man took a number, except Lew, who, it was decided, would have to be last.
"But you can watch all the way," J.L. Tourant laughed.
Gail, a bit giddy from the drinks, quickly killed a martini. She wanted to run, wanted to escape. Twelve men. Too many? They'd ruin her. She'd come on the first two or three and then it would get dry and painful and-
She felt herself being lifted.
"Well," Misty said, "while all the men are busy, anyone for a bit of blatant lesbianism?"
Up the stairs. It was Charles Brook. The previous night she'd gone to bed with him, had taken his cock into her from the front and the rear, and taken a nice blast as he came in her. Now he was carrying her up the stairs, the first in a line of twelve men. She felt giddy, weak. She made no protest as he stripped her and put her on the bed and, with no preamble, took off his clothing and lay atop her, putting his cock down to press into the almost dry area of her cunt. He had to move the labia aside to get it in, but once in, she felt a surge of goodness, for still another cock in her, all-out sex. And she began to like it; she felt the nice cock sticking her, felt its power, felt Charles begin to move rapidly, getting his part over with fast so that others could come in. He pushed in, throbbed. She was near climax and it felt wonderful. She decided she was ready for the next. It was Dru. He was naked and ready.
"I'd sure like to be taking pictures of this," he said, as he entered her. She lay, waiting for him, legs wide. He went into her slick cunt, made wet and messy by the first man. His cock sent her into a sort of blacked-out area of lust and she was dimly aware of others in the room, saw Lew's face, felt the drive of Dru's cock into her, then opened her mouth dutifully as a hard cock was presented to it and it was Pete with his long, thick cock, oily on the tip, good to her taste, slick as she let it fill her mouth as Dru's cock was filling her cunt. Other hands were on her, Al Matthews joining the other two men on the bed. And Dru was coming quickly, making his throbs into her, lifting her to the near point and she was beginning to feel like an ancient sex goddess, abandoned, totally sensual, nothing too sexy for her, no number of men too many, able to service all of mankind and love it, her cunt taking Dru's come and then, slick and filled, being thrilled with the entry of still another cock, Al Matthews, big, fat, short. Pete's cock in her mouth being thrust in and out and then, as she felt her first orgasm getting close, Pete began to grunt and thrust and his hard cock went all the way down her throat and she had to swallow. She was moaning and her pussy seemed to be on fire as it came; Al was fucking right through her orgasm, not letting her feel it totally, but it was there and Pete was coming into her mouth and she had to swallow, the come thick and hot and tasting of man and her sex-numbed mind counted, three comes. Charles, Dru, Pete and Al in her cunt as Pete withdrew and another cock went into her mouth, into the taste of come and the tired muscles of her jaws. Jimmy. Jimmy's cock in her mouth. Al coming into her cunt. Her own cunt still spasming and then Jock Randolph's huge cock into her, sliding, slipping, feeling smaller because her entire pelvic area was now soaked in come. And Jock ripping into her, lifting her legs to get maximum penetration and hands on her tits, mouths there, too, Jimmy's cock in her and Jock ripping and rooting and a second climax building in her and blowing sky high as Jock emptied his come into her well-filled hole. Then Jimmy, near climax, climbing her body downward, was driving his cock into her, fucking, not missing a stroke as man replaced man. Frank Thetford's cock went into her mouth and she put up her hand to stroke it and play with his balls as Jimmy, already near climax, came into her and was replaced by the huge dick of Norman Morrison and on the first lunge of Norman's hugeness she came and moaned and sucked the come out of Frank, taking her second load into her mouth and licking the head when he'd stopped pumping to get the last tasty drop, her mouth filled with it, her throat filled with it, swallowing it, loving the feel of come all over her thighs and smeared up onto her belly. Norman was fucking for a long, long time, Gail's coming stopped only momentarily, resurging as Norman got hotter and hotter and began to hit her with all his strength, lifting her body, moving her on the bed, and coming, ah, God, coming, still another huge cock emptying in her and her orgasm huge, continuous. For a one pop girl, she had developed.
She vaguely realized that she was having the mythical serial orgasm, continuous, huge, almost hurtful in its intensity, but not wanting it to end as J.L. Tourant began to use her with an intensity which thrust his huge cock far down her throat and Norman gave her his manhood in short, quick jerks as the come boiled out into her.
Then J.L. on her. And Bill Angelo in her mouth and Lew standing near, his cock hard, his face set in a sensuous stare. Her body was not at all strained, her cunt still not hurting, her climaxes getting closer and closer together until they were one on top of the other. She felt J.L. slide on her belly, the come all the way up to her navel, all on her thighs, all on the sheets, the come of how many? She'd sort of lost count, but wasn't nearly ready to quit, sucking Bill's cock, wanting it to spout so that she could drink the sex, make herself a totally sexual being, lost in the come of a dozen men, taking all of them, satisfying all of them, loving it. Then J.L. was grunting and thrusting and his coming into her augmented still another burst of almost unbearable goodness. Bill was pumping, too, and then he jerked out and pushed J.L. away and thrust his cock into her used pussy and, as she threw her legs up around his back, hit her three, four times, gasped, came, adding his jism to the flood of it oozing out of her, covering her pubic hair, her thighs, up her belly.
Then she looked up and Lew was coming toward her, Lew and Ed Bloom, with his long, strangely thin cock, and they were the last and she suddenly wanted Lew's cock in her more than anything, wanted to make it wonderful for him to show how nice it had been for her. Lew was kissing her and whispering, "Jesus, you're a sexy wench." Ed was fingering her lower parts, his fingers sopping with the juices there, going to her anus, and telling her, as it opened like a dark blossom for his finger, that there, too, was sensitivity and wanting something, wanting it, reaching for Lew's cock with Bill Angelo, finished, his cock soft, standing to watch, all the others gone. Ed directed the action. He pushed Gail until, with a sigh, she turned and rolled atop Lew, his cock sliding into the mess left by ten men, finding her hot, ready, used hole and filling it.
"Lew is supposed to be last," Bill Angelo said.
"He is," Ed said, climbing between Gail and Lew's legs, putting his long, thin cock there, at the brown entrance to her rear, an entrance made slick by oozing come, and she, wanting it, asking for it, thrusting down with her inner muscles, opening the hole to her rear, feeling the head of Ed's cock pop past the muscles, expecting pain, getting surprisingly little. His cock was so slim, so long. It lanced up into her even as she settled down on Lew's familiar, lovely cock and let it fill her cunt and her bowels were filled and she had two men, working in concert, regulating their strokes.
"She wants more," Bill Angelo said, in amazement, as Gail reached for his cock, seized it, frigged it in its softness. He knelt beside her head, let her take his soft cock into her mouth, and Gail was complete, a cock in every available orifice, cunt, ass, mouth. Lovely cock. There of them, men working, grunting, working to make it complete as it had never been complete for her. She was in heaven as her orgasm deepened, took control, made her body shake and jerk as her cunt spasmed on Lew's cock and her anal muscles tried to spread and, instead, squeezed Ed's long, hot cock in her.
Poor Misty, she was thinking, she'll never know how wonderful it is.
Ed was working, working, driving his cock in as she lifted her ass for the length of it, lifting her cockpit off Lew's weapon, then driving it back, sucking Bill's cock, now hard, wanting, wanting, having orgasm after orgasm with moans and sighs and little mewling sounds and the plop, plop of Lew's dick going in and out of her messy, come-filled cunt and then Lew said, "I'm close." Ed doubled his stroke, ripping and rooting into her ass; Bill swelled and started coming first; she was drinking, tasting come. Then Ed's cock drove in, held, swelled, and the first experience of having come jetted into her ass; Lew, feeling Ed's cock bursting, panted, drove up and down, and made her orgasm hit a peak from which, she felt, time would never release her. And now three cocks spewing and pumping into her orgasm: only a woman who can take three would ever know the wonder, the completeness, the lusty thrill of it, three cocks, coming, coming, pumping, filling every hole in her body. Her cunt was throbbing and her ass squeezing and then a shrill cry as she peaked and writhed and pumped and humped and moaned and then lay back to let the wonderful lassitude of completeness take her.
CHAPTER NINE
The new projector worked beautifully and Dru Clarke's photography was excellent. On the screen Pete Flowers was fucking Carmen from the rear, the angle showing his cock going in and out.
Lew's cock was going in and out of Gail's anus. She was on her knees. It had taken a long time to work up to that. She had enjoyed Ed's reaming, but Lew's cock was much thicker. It was the work of a long winter, a winter which was interspersed with visits from Jean and Pete, Misty and Jimmy, and Mandy and Frank.
Misty was coming back in the summer to do the boat thing, to see if a small boat in a rough sea makes the right motion for fucking. Dru and Carmen were coming back. Dru had a shipment of film in the mail, some of the scenes he'd shot at the party at Bill and Martha Angelo's place.
But now they were watching Pete fuck Carmen from the rear and Gail was having pain-pleasure from being reamed, Lew's huge cock going in and out of her anus tenderly and slowly. Then the scene changed and on the screen were Gail and Dru Clarke. Lew took his cock out, washed it quickly in the pan put beside the bed, knowing that bacteria from the anus can cause infection in the female vaginal tract and the associated ducts, and drove his cock into her pussy, lifting her immediately into climax. He stopped holding back and filled her with his come and then they lay there, the movie going on. When it stopped Lew got up to turn off the machine and came back to kiss his wife goodnight.
"I'll have to air out the guest room tomorrow," Gail said sleepily. "I wonder what they'll be like?"
"If Jean and Pete sent them, they'll be nice," Lew said. "Pete said she's a ball."
Another adventure in the offing. Another new couple. And, in just less than a year, another gathering at the Angelo house outside of St. Louis.
"Jean says he's got nine inches," Gail said. She turned over, wondering how it was going to feel to have such a massive cock in her.
One thing for sure, come tomorrow night, she'd know.
