It was a beautiful sunny morning in Miami Beach. Charles Windsor stretched his lean, tan body against the crisp hotel sheets. His eyes blinked open and the first thing he felt was good. His fingertips trailed across the velvet swell of his wife's firm tits and he smiled at the goose bumps that sprung up beneath his light touch. They had been married for four years and it still only took an accidental brush from her shapely leg in the middle of the night to wake him up and equip him with a ready hardon. They had taken to sleeping without pajamas so they could fuck as soon the whim took them.
Chuck massaged his wife slowly. He cupped her full breasts, rising and falling in time to her peaceful breathing. The faint traces of a smile crossed her lips and he wondered casually at the dream that was amusing her. Her nipples were becoming erect as his fingers probed and tingled at her soft flesh. Her legs shifted languorously beneath the sheets making a delicious free flow of valleys and hills.
Chuck pulled back the sheet revealing his wife's fulsome nudity. Her flaming red pubic thatch shone excitingly in the sun. Chuck could not restrain himself from burying his lips against the fluffy bush. He chewed on the long tendrils of pubic hair, tugging lightly, adding some dimension to his wife's by now, no doubt, erotic revery. In her sleep she had spread her legs to the insistent pressure of her husband's probing mouth. The slick pink meat of her cunt unfolded like a flower, Chuck caught his breath. The woman was so fucking beautiful; his cock went hard and long against his thigh. He shuffled a bit lower on the soft mattress, getting directly between the lovely young woman's legs. He stared deep into the heart of her womanhood. His tongue flicked out and ran across his lower lip. Gently he separated the petals of her cunt. He brought his mouth close to the goblet of her oozy twat and licked up the length of it, stopping to center his affectionate tonguing on her tightening clit.
Evelyn Windsor moaned in her sleep. A thin trickle of saliva dribbled out of her mouth and hung sexily on her wide lower lip. Chuck caressed the tender inner skin of her thighs as he sipped at her pussy, pulling the now taut clitoris between his lips and into his mouth. He sucked slowly on it. Evelyn's legs began to clench and unclench in time to his ministrations. As her husband dug deeper and deeper with his tongue she began to arch upwards, thrusting her crotch into his face. Her eyes flickered open and she looked down to see Chuck's bobbing head working away, as he ate her out. Her hands came to mingle in his boyishly long crop of hair. He had been a great admirer of President Kennedy and affected his casual sort of hairstyle.
Evelyn lifted her legs about her husband's broad shoulders, opening her cunt up more widely to allow his tongue full play. She loved to be awakened like this and Chuck was sweet enough to do it for her every chance he got. He had a broad and agile tongue that could easily sweep her to heights of sexual ecstasy. He slipped his hands beneath her round buttocks, lifting her closer to his sucking lips. He himself loved to wallow in the sweet, slick juices of her womanhood, to sip up the pearly drops of feminine nectar that his efforts brought down. He rubbed his whole mouth back and forth in her ever moistening slit.
Evelyn was humping urgently up against him. Her dream had been very erotic and coupled with her husband's loving probing she was very near to a powerful orgasm, the kind that would make her feel warm and good all day long. She pressed on the back of his neck and closed her long, shapely legs more tightly about him. Yes, Chuck was certainly an expert.
His cock was a burning ache but he was determined to suck his wife off before satisfying himself with the lovely, excruciating plunge into her wet hole. His tongue picked up a flailing rhythm, battering against her clit and alternately plunging into her oozing cunt canal.
Evelyn's thighs were hurting his ears, so tightly were they pressed around his head. He was kneading her tight buttocks, rubbing his fingers in her crack and occasionally pressing one long finger partway into her asshole; she claimed not to like that very much but it certainly got her hot. The pressure was building up in the pit of her stomach, her cunt was an oozing box of liquid fire. She reared up at one especially deep stroke of Chuck's tongue and flopped over onto her stomach. Luckily Chuck sensed her turning of his head might have been snapped off in the vise of her legs. She was lying on top of him now, supporting her torso on her outstretched arms, grinding her pussy down onto his face. He could feel the tremors of her climax racing through his wife's delectable body. She certainly was made for sex.
He nibbled away at her tender cunt lips, licking, laving, sucking her clit in and out of his suctioning mouth. His fingers rummaged around in her ass. He felt her buttocks clench, the muscles standing out beneath his hands and knew that she was coming, hard and fast. He stuck the full length of his tongue up her cunt and held on for dear life, letting the oral instrument writhe in the clutching hole.
Evelyn mashed herself down on him and stiffened. Chuck felt the rumblings, it was very much like the one time he'd been present at the opening of an oil gusher, when the ground shook and trembled before the thick fluid burst up in a geyser of uncontrollable power. He grabbed her around her hips and pressed his fingers deep into the soft flesh.
And she came, rivulets of sweet female juice seeping out of her enraged tunnel and across her husband's sucking lips. He sipped on the nectar of her orgasm, feeling the pearly drops slide down his throat and, he swore it, simmering in his belly.
Evelyn crawled off of her husband and smiled at him dreamily. She kissed him lovingly on the mouth, tasting the traces of her own come juices. She licked his lips and her tongue frolicked around with him. They looked beautiful, their tan bodies entwined, two healthy animals basking in the early morning sun. Chuck gave his wife a few moments to recover from the tumultuousness of her orgasm before resuming his caresses and going after his own pleasure.
He lazed back, pillowing his head against his wife's soft, full breasts. He closed his eyes and she stroked his brow, ran her fingers around his ears, trailed her long nails against the sensitive skin of his neck. She ran one finger along his lips, tickling him so he bit playfully at her. His cock was still hard and insistent but he knew Evelyn liked to excite him in her own way.
She gently rolled him off the softness of her twin globes and positioned her body so she could lick his tan salty skin. She started at his ears, running the tip of her tongue in the convolutions of his ears, blowing gently in, sticking the agile oral instrument in. Shivers crisscrossed his neck and chest and she began to move downward. Biting teasingly at his small nipples, rubbing her wet tongue all along his chest in delicious circular motions. Chuck's stomach heaved as her moist tongue trailed along the flat plain of his belly, dipping into his belly button. She swooped down on his groin were she centered her lickings and nipping bites, exciting him out of his mind. He wanted her to go down, to grip his cock in her practiced lips, to suck on him till the juice flowed copiously from the tip of his prick. Evelyn allowed herself to swirl around in her husband's pubic hairs as he had done for her. Her warm mouth caused his flesh to ripple wherever it went.
Finally she was at the base of his cock, Her tongue wrapped around his hard staff, coating the tumescent reddish hardon with saliva. Evelyn swiped up the length of his prick and Chuck groaned in pleasure. Expertly her tongue traversed the long pole, pausing on its ascent to curl around the sensitive rim.
A drop of gism oozed out of the tip of his cock and Evelyn swooped down on it, picking it up on her pointy tongue. Her mouth opened just a bit and she sipped at the very end of the head of his prick. All the sensations of his body were centered in that one inch of sensitive flesh. Chuck leaned upward, forcing more of his cock into his beautiful wife's mouth. She accepted his staff readily, taking the whole head of his prick between her lips and sucking hard. She worked on the head, every few seconds swooping down to take his whole cock into her throat. His cock had gotten slick with her saliva and the pearls of semen that had been squeezed from his cock. He slid easily, in and out of her mouth, his cock swelling even larger and firmer. He rolled his hips and his cock sank to the balls in her hot mouth. She clamped on his distended organ, her small teeth pressing into the base of his root, not letting him pull back for another thrust. Her tongue beat on the head of his organ, pressing into the little pee-hole with a thrilling pressure.
Chuck wound his wife's hair about his hands and kept her pressed tightly against his crotch. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth opened as he breathed laboriously. He humped his stiff organ into the warmth of her mouth again and again, so hard that occasionally she gagged on the mouthful of meat. She fondled his balls as he, squeezing the pendulous bags of flesh. Her long fingernails tickled at the crack of his ass, exciting him even further. He bent his knees, opening up his crack. She sucked on his stiff tool for another few moments, leaving off just before he was ready to come and licking at his balls. Her agile tongue licked in the furrow of his ass and at the tender flesh behind his balls.
She squeezed his muscled buttocks and Chuck could not resist the boiling come waiting to get out of his toiling balls. He pulled up Evelyn from her lapping and jammed her mouth down over his cock in time to catch the flow of hot and sticky sperm. The fluid bubbled into her throat and was greedily swallowed. Her fingers massaged his slick pole, milking every last drop of sperm from his spouting cock. Now it was his turn to smile dreamily up at her. He saw his wife's full lips streaked with the glistening sperm which her tongue snaked out to lick away.
He caressed her sloping hips, delighting in the feel of the velvety skin. He didn't begrudge her the long bubble baths she took whenever they were in a hurry to go out some place since they left her so silky smooth. They snuggled together in the wrinkled sheets, each still tasting the other's juices. Evelyn rubbed her big tits across Chuck's face. She licked ads of sweat that had formed on his forehead.
Their hands played freely across each other's body; squeezing, caressing, rubbing. Chuck took one of her long nipples between two fingers, rolling it around till it was swollen with pounding blood. She squeezed his deflated cock gently, rubbing her smooth palm along it, gathering up his balls in her grasp and squeezing. Her finger went to his asshole and she rubbed it around the little brown nut before slowly forcing up it, careful not to scratch him. This caress always got him hard again and his prick reared up, stiff and red. She jerked him off lovingly, massaging with her fingertips the sensitive skin at the head.
Evelyn straddled her husband, with a finger from each hand opening the lips of her pussy. She lowered herself onto his upright prick, just letting him graze against the wet red meat of her feminine cavern. She accepted just an inch or two of his prick. It was big and strong, it could really fill her up. Evelyn could not really imagine another man possibly giving her a better fuck. She'd been a virgin when she married Chuck and hadn't made it with anyone else since that time.
She teased herself on his cock, letting it slide just a little way in before pushing herself up. The virile blonde man was getting very excited and wanted to get all the way into his wife's creaming snatch. He put his hands on her bulging hips and pressed her down with his full force. She yelped as she was impaled on the banner of his cock. The stiff organ reamed all the way in, touching the gates of her womb. She ground around on it, feeling the warm contact on the wet walls of her inner pussy.
Chuck forced her up and down on his stick, with the force that she liked, that most easily brought her to an orgasm. Her warm pussy sucked on his flesh, warm, so warm, so moist. He closed his eyes and let himself float out the window and up to the clouds. His hands lifted his wife up and down almost automatically, keeping their luscious contact together. He rooted to the very depths of her cunt and Evelyn was in . Her mouth fell open in gasping breaths and the spittle ran down her lips. She writhed around on her husband's cock. It would end, she knew it, and would be beautiful, would knock her senseless, would make her collapse on Chuck's strong body, shaking and panting, waiting for the next time his manhood would pierce her.
She rocked back and forth and the pressure built. Her belly began to contract in the prelude to an overwhelming orgasm. Her head would be blown off, her cunt would flood with the hot semen. Oh, it was so wonderful. Chuck pulled her down hard and kept her stuck to his belly, their crotch hair mingled and intertwined. His prick spewed forth its hot semen in powerful bursts. Her cunt veritably gobbled it up, bathed in a warm glow. Chuck pulled her urgently up and down on his pole a few more times, unwilling to go off with out her reaching her climax also. The few extra thrusts were all that was needed. Her pussy snapped on his dwindling hardon and she creamed like a bitch. She fell on him exhausted, his shrinking cock still in her, feeling warm and comfortable.
They fell asleep in each other's arms as the sun rose higher in the sky, marking the noon hour with its strong glare. Even for this time of year and Miami it was hot outside. The Windsors had come to Florida for their fourth anniversary. They had been married the after Easter and even though hotel and plane reservations were harder to get they made a point of celebrating at the same time every year.
CHAPTER 2
Olson Boyd was gloomily taking a cool shower. It didn't matter to him that the day was promising to be beautiful, that he had four hundred dollars for he and his wife to spend in one week. Last night he'd had an argument with her over the way she was looking at another man over the card table and they had gone to bed without speaking to each other. And that was a drag, cause he needed it. He'd watched Barbara undress and get into her silky lilac peignoir with longing. He was hoping she'd say the first word cause he was damned if he was gonna start the apologies rolling. It was a matter of pride. Sure, he'd balled around a bit, but only when he was out of town on a business trip or had to spend the night in the city for an early appointment me next morning. He'd never come on to another woman while his wife was there.
He soaped himself up and let the cool water cascade over his head and shoulders. He heard the door to the shower stall open and close and turned to find his wife smiling at him, looking as beautiful as the first time he'd seen her naked. She opened her arms for him to hug her and, after a split second of being angry at her for thinking it could all be done so easily, he embraced her.
Her smallish, round breasts mashed against him and his hands immediately slid down her back to cup her sweet asscheeks. He loved her ass the most of any part of her body. Some nights when he was feeling good and horny he could nipple at the smooth cheeks and probe the tight brown hole with his tongue for an hour. He squeezed her cheeks tightly, his fingers meeting in the crack of her ass and spreading her wide. He pushed one soapy finger up her hole and the lithe young woman writhed against him, pressed onward by the insistence at her back entrance.
Her body became slippery and wet within moments and they rubbed against each other as happy as children, rather precocious children 'tis sure. Barbara felt her husband's cock getting hard and hungry against her belly. It was so big it reached up to her navel. She clutched it in her hand and slid up and down the smooth staff. Olson stepped back to let his wife caress him. He put his hands on her shoulders and forced her down on her knees onto the tile floor. She wiped the soapy water off his cock and started to suck. The water showered down around her ears and into her eyes. She couldn't hear or see. All she was aware of were the hands wrapped in her hair and the cock frothing between her lips. With one hand she clutched her husbands balls and with the other stroked the sperm out of him. Her tongue laved around the head of his cock and her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked with all her might. She bounced his full balls in her palm and felt the gism coursing through the tubes of his cock.
Olson almost slipped and fell as he was rocked with an orgasm. The come geysered out of his cock and slid down his wife's throat. She hadn't liked swallowing his come when they first married, complaining that it was too thick and didn't taste good. But she had learned to love it and now made a point of sucking him off every time they made love. He held her head tight against his crotch and strained at her face. Barbara's fingers dug into her husband's buttocks.
The big man helped her to her knees and leaned up against her, her back to the shower wall. The cool water still streamed down about them, cooling off the rising heat of their aroused bodies. Barbara spread her legs for her husband's toying fingers, thrilling to his touch on the hard nub of her clitoris. She finally spread wide apart leaning back against the shower wall, thrusting her hips forward. Her cunt gaped open, waiting for the intrusion of her husband's big pleasure instrument.
Olson positioned himself in front of his wife. He bent down at the knees to get the end of his big cock against his wife's wet hole. But he was too big and the shower too small to allow maneuvering. Finally, as his cock prized against her snatch, rubbing in her pubic hair, he got hot and impatient. He grasped the twin mounds of her buttocks and, tensing his muscles, lifted her up. He dropped her smack onto his hard cock, plunging all the way up to his balls. Barbara wrapped her muscular legs around his waist and began to grind her groin at him, as best she could. Olson lifted her almost off his cock, pulling her down hard again, making her swallow the full length of his maleness.
They ground against each other for five delightful minutes. His cock scraping against the tender flesh of her pussy canal. Barbara ran her hands through his hair, she licked at his ear and sucked on his lips. Her eyes were wild, she was pivoted on his cock, her full weight supported by the thick pole stuck up her insides. She rocked back and forth, as the pressure of climax became greater and greater her heavy breathing turned into agonized sobs, the agony of fucking. She rubbed her own tits, pulling hard on the nipples, tweaking them, sticking the hard flesh with her fingernails. Her shoulders scraped against the cold tiles but she didn't notice. She felt as if the big cock was going to come out of the top of her head.
Olson was coming. He stopped Barbara's frenzied movement and held her tightly against him. Her legs unclasped from around his hips and she hung suspended on his stiff prick. She felt the warm come shoot up her snatch and her own climax was brought on. She writhed down so hard Olson was afraid his cock would be broken off. He wrenched her off his still spurting penis and, as soon as she found her footing on the slippery floor, he jammed three fingers up her twat to complete her pleasure. He couldn't believe, his hand plowed in almost to the wrist and he felt his wife's greedy cunt sucking on him, digesting the come and sending out her own cream.
Olson helped his shaking wife out of the shower. Still soaking wet they collapsed on the tossed hotel bed sheets. In the warmth and exhaustion that always follow a good fuck they clasped each other in their arms and fell into a child-like slumber.
Chuck and Evelyn speeded down the highway following the signs that pointed towards Fort Lauderdale. The top of their rented convertible was down and the wind blew through Evelyn's long auburn hair. Chuck's smiling eyes were hidden behind a large pair of wrap around sunglasses. They were heading out to the beach to watch the yearly Easter riots and orgies, when thousands upon thousands of college kids went wild on the bright beaches, tossing aside their clothes along with the markedly decreasing inhibitions. He wanted to get caught up in the good times and hysteria, to blow off a little steam himself.
They pulled up in front of a largely gaily painted sign informing them that they were in the driveway of the Breeze Way Motel. A bellhop briskly carried their bags up to the front desk where they were greeted by a very broadly smiling clerk. The smooth looking young man looked Evelyn over with coldly appraising eyes, mentally undressing her. The lovely young woman felt shivers running down her back, as if she were actually standing naked in the afternoon breeze. The clerk escorted them up to their room. He took care to pat Evelyn on the ass before he went down stairs. The auburn beauty was flustered. She didn't want the man to think she was available, but she always was afraid to tell her husband lest he pick a fight with the man and ruin their entire vacation.
The door had not closed behind the clerk before Chuck and Evelyn were heaving tightly against each other. It was their practice to always try out the bed in a new hotel room before anything else, sort of feeling out the vibrations. They broke from their torrid embrace and hurriedly undressed. Chuck unbuttoned his plaid sport shirt and tossed it over a chair by the night table. Evelyn followed suit and started stripping off her shift. Her high, pointed tits were quickly revealed and Chuck hurried even faster to get out of his pants. When both were naked they paused for a second to admire their joint nakedness. They came into each other's arms, their groins pressed tightly together. Chuck dropped his hands to her full, rounded buttocks, exploring with pleasure the crack moistened with her sweat.
Evelyn couldn't wait to get her hands on his stiff prick. She squeezed one hand between their compressed bodies, groping for the staff of his manhood. Her nimble fingers danced across the sensitive skin at the tip, one finger pressing gently on the peehole. The pressure really got to Chuck. He felt himself spiralling high on waves of heated sexual energy. He squeezed his lovely wife tightly to him, delightedly feeling the pinpoints of her nipples on his strong chest. The virile young man went to his knees in front of the beautiful woman. He nuzzled at the strawberry curls of her bush, pushing his nose into the folds at the top of her pussy, inhaling the powerful feminine odor. Next he tasted her heady juices, enveloping his tongue deep in the tunnel of her cunt. His tongue roamed through the pink palace of her twat, sliding easily through the moistness. He nibbled on her clit and jammed in and out of her creaming tunnel til Evelyn got weak at the knees. Chuck helped her down onto the carpet. She lay back and her tits rose like small mountains, her cunt hid beneath the curly hairs as mysterious as the Valley of the Nile.
Chuck climbed over his wife's supine floor. His prick dangled down, pointing straight at the cleavage between her breasts. A small trail of semen was oozing from the tip and Chuck lowered himself till he just barely touched his lovely young wife. He painted a trail of sticky come down her belly, smiling at the sight of his prick snaking across the delicate plains. He moved back up on her intending to run his prick along her length again, the smooth contact had been very pleasurable. But Evelyn pulled him down to her, his cock nestling between her round mounds. Evelyn brought her arms close together, pushing her tits higher up and enfolding her husband's cock more completely. She rolled underneath him, and smooth, warm skin of her tits cradling his hot instrument, gently masturbating him.
It felt good, good and meaty. His cock was in something warm and soft, it wasn't nice and moist but it would do. Chuck's hips picked up a rhythm and he began to jerk off between his wife's tits, using short, fast strokes. Barrelling again and again into the plump flesh. Small drops of sperm were pearling at the tip of his cock and the groove he was fucking into got slippery. He fucked with ease now, enjoying the pillows of flesh and his wife's congenial humping motions. He felt it coming from deep in his balls and picked up on the speed of his strokes. He grunted now with every plowing thrust, the sweat beaded on his forehead. His balls ached and his cock felt raw and irritated. He pounded into her chest until, with a groan, the come shot out of the warm, sticky stuff, caught Evelyn on the face, coating her chin and the sides of her mouth. She didn't mind, in fact her tongue danced about her lips, licking up the gism.
Chuck collapsed against the woman, enjoying the thrills immediately following a good orgasm. Evelyn lay still, only occasionally rubbing her tits together to keep her husband's cock from shrinking completely.
Evelyn bent her neck, trying to get her tongue on Chuck's wet cock. Her pussy was raging fire and her husband had the equipment to put it out. Chuck saw what she was trying to do and hoisted himself up further on her chest. His balls and the root of his cock was still cuddled between her big tits while the head of his reddened cock lay across her mouth. Evelyn's tongue snaked out and she tickled the hole at the tip of his organ. Her saliva mixed with the traces of his come, making his prick stiff and slippery. Chuck was off balance and Evelyn playfully pushed him over so that he fell on his back. His cock stuck straight up in the aid and in a trice the woman had straddled him and directed his pole between the hungry lips of her wet pussy.
Chuck closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure at the soft, slick embrace in which his prick was enveloped. Evelyn sat down on him hard and his cock plumbed the depths of her tunnel of love. The full length of that indescribable slickness swept across the sensitive, tingling skin of his aroused prick. He grabbed hold of the meat of her hips and held her tightly too him, keeping the closeness of her cuntal embrace. His strong hands transmitted a slow, rhythmic circular motion to her hips and she commenced to grind around on his cock, a churning as he whipped the cream of her pussy to an orgasmic sweetness. Evelyn surrendered herself to her husband's expert direction. The heat in her urgent pussy was hers but it was Chuck's thrusting cock, his rhythm, his strength that could bring her over the top again and again.
Her eyes closed, the long lashes casting a delicate shadow as she concentrated on the rushes of pleasure coursing through her belly. She contracted the muscular walls of her cunt, squeezing her husband's prick deliciously between the moist tissue. Chuck reacted immediately to the increased pressure. His hands let up on the direction of her hips in the circular grinding. He pushed mightily into the tightened kiss of her working pussy. The slimy mucous of her cunt was heaven as it slid against the tautness of his cock. The pleasure was so intense Chuck's head was rocking back and forth, twisting on the plush carpet with the agony of pleasure pain a woman might show when being terrifically ravaged, with a big, stiff prick roaring into the depths of her soft belly. His mouth was gaping open, uncontrolled, the deep breaths rasping in his lungs as he strained to push his cock harder into the beautiful body of the young, sexy woman he was so lucky to have his wife.
Chuck reached up to cup her tits as he fucked. He pressed the soft flesh between his fingers, tweaking her nipples, pinching the tight, ruby points in his agonized pleasure, transmitting it to the straining body of his partner. His cock felt sore, they'd been fucking for what seemed like an age. The resilient flesh of her pear-like breasts bounced beneath every pressure, every probing of his fingers. He pressed the swollen nipples into the globes and, after giving Evelyn the wonderful pleasure, they surfaced again to be caressed further. They were both breathing hard, the sound of their combined pantings sounding like nothing more than a flock of geese flapping their wings on the way south. The torrent of their blood increased with their pounding. Chuck felt the hot sperm readying itself in his balls. He was going to douse the flame of her lust with his seed.
Evelyn was not unmoving for all this while. She had started straddling Chuck, letting herself down onto the spear of his cock, closing the plump lips of her pussy around the stick of pulsing flesh. She had delivered herself to the movement of his lust, turning her cunt into a churning cauldron when that was the sensation her husband desired, a receptacle for his hot prick when he wanted only the depth and moistness of her. But the thrills of her cunt were urging her on along her own path. Keeping his cock firmly in her all the time Evelyn managed to slide her legs down from her kneeling position. She pushed them straight back so that she was lying flat on top of her husband, his cock working furiously in her wet cunt. The new position forced his cock up hard against the top of her puss, rubbing strongly against the sensitive walls. The new pressure rocketed him closer to a climax. The bone of her pelvis was pressing on him and for her the sensation was close upon pain, his stiff dick prodding the bone, bruising her slightly. But she loved it. She lay almost still as Chuck humped up at her, his ass leaping up off the floor. The thumping of their bodies as they met, the thrust and the slide of withdrawal was the only sound in the room aside from the low whirr of the air-conditioner. Evelyn was kissing her husband, urgent, wet, hard kisses, her full lips enfolding his mouth, sucking on his tongue. Her tongue probed wetly in his ear, he heard her passion rushed breathing moaning in his ear. The beautiful young woman squeezed her hands between their tightly entwined bodies and groped for Chuck's balls. She found the fleshy sacks and rubbed them luxuriously in her sweating palm. This final touch did it for the man. The come that had been churning restlessly in his balls leapt from the woman's touch and spouted from his prick in hot spurts. The gism bathed the throbbing inners of Evelyn's pussy and her sex-ridden yell mixed perfectly with her husbands throaty groan as his load left him. She ground down, close to a panic, she urgently needed her orgasm and she felt a fleeting moment of fear that it would be denied her as her lover's cock dwindled after his satisfaction. She needn't have worried. As the substance of his climax spouted from his madly throbbing prick, Chuck, caught in the senselessness of orgasm, slapped hard at Evelyn's plump cheeks. The impact of the slaps carried her intensity the half a notch higher that she required. Juices oozed from the depths of her snatch, a high pitched wail tore from her throat as she writhed hard against her husband, pulling his cock further into her, clamping mightily on his dwindling hardon, twisting in some complicated manner that served to rotate his staff just once, against all the surfaces of her cunt.
Chuck's cock lost its hardness as they lay still entwined and slowly crept out of her sopping pussy. Their faces wore a beatific expression of pleased satisfaction and Evelyn planted a deep, thrusting kiss upon her husbands lips before resting her head on his shoulder.
CHAPTER 3
Barbara Boyd held tightly onto her husband Olson's arms as they strolled down Collins Avenue, looking over the waterways with their gaily painted houseboats and the boatloads of sightseers. They barely heard some tour guide pointing out the lush mansion of one of Miami Beach's industrial tycoons to the gaily chatting couples that were busy wondering just how much such an estate would cost. The streets were bustling with activity. The stores were brilliant with patterned bikinis and sport wear, luscious, voluptuous women strutted down the streets, pale makeup highlighting their deep tans, beside them well muscled, lean and brown escorts, beach boys, the whole Miami vacation scene.
Olson was glad that Barbara was such a piece. He would have been unhappy to have to walk down this boulevard accompanied by some, frumpy suburban type who shouted housewife with her very step. Barbara had been a fashion model for the year between leaving the community college and meeting and marrying Olson in a whirlwind romance that had left both of their friends surprised; each member of the couple had always seemed so independent. If they had known the manner of their meeting they would have been more surprised.
When Olson graduated college he entered his father's business. The old man had died of a heart-attack only three months later and control of the business had fallen to Olson and a brother who was in medical school and not too much interested in the business anyway. Olson found himself a relatively wealthy man at a early age. He had a virtual monopoly on distributing women's hair pieces, falls, wigs, men's false sideburns and mustaches to the 1000 beauty salons that dotted Queens and Nassau in New York. He could look forward with almost complete security to a million dollar a year business. With all that money his Olson felt understandably cocky. In fact, upon his graduation he developed into quite a cocksman, balling there, sometimes four different chicks a week. Even his closest friends couldn't figure out why he'd give up a situation like that for a wife, no matter how attractive.
One Friday night Olson parked his jaguar on seventy-eighth street and Riverside drive in Manhattan. He paused for a moment before ringing the buzzer on the impressive townhouse to look over the Hudson River at the lights that sparkled from the New Jersey Shore. He felt good, on top of it all. Much like Alexander must have felt looking over the great cities of Egypt; the world was his for the taking.
He walked up the spiral stairs to the second floor of the town house and knocked with the gilded door-knocker against the shiny dark mahogany. Instead of the bubbly blonde he expected to greet him was confronted with the deep dark eyes of a stunning brunette. Where Olga, the model he'd been seeing for a few weeks was voluptuous, full in every manner, the brunette was svelte and chic. He was surprised that he could be as turned on as he immediately was by a chick like Barbara, have always fallen for the meaty type. Barbara explained that her roommate was held up at the studio for some last minute shooting and had asked her to entertain her caller until she got back.
A mysterious current of electric simpatico enveloped both of them. Barbara felt drawn to this handsome young man, so sure of himself, so controlled. Her body yearned for his strong touch. He could see the working of her mind mirrored in her demure eyes. He felt a familiar itch in his palms. He wanted this woman better than he knew he could have her. It was as if she was a symbol of all that could be his, of how the unattainable was his preserve. Olson imagined thousands of men gazing at Barbara's picture in any one of a dozen slick magazines. Longing to hold her, to fuck her late into the night.
He leaned backwards against his armchair and sipped slowly at his martini, staring into the woman's eyes over the brim of his glass. After the first casual greetings words came difficult to her. She felt some power emanating from the young man, she felt herself falling under his domination. They sat for sometime unable to do more than look helplessly at each other, feeling higher, secret powers at work. Finally, in exasperation Barbara got up and put the stereo-on. If she had hoped to cast off the confident man's attraction putting the music on was her undoing. The emotional strains of Vivaldi's Four Seasons filled the apartment and as the music built so did her feeling of inevitability.
It was the young woman that suggested that they move to sit on the couch and it was she that laid her head against his brawny shoulder as the music swept over them. Barbara did not object when Olson began to stroke her long, dark hair. She lay quietly against him, her limbs growing fluid, a feeling of melting passing through her.
It was if she were inhabiting a dream when the strange man lifted her effortlessly in his arms and lay her down on the plush golden hue of the carpet. The buttons of her blouse opened as if my magic also, and she lay all naked on the floor, gazing through heavy lidded eyes as Olson stepped out of his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. Her eyes rested without comprehension on his huge phallus, watching it rise from slumber into steely erectness. She felt like a puppet caught up in the cosmic flow. Olson kneeled down beside her on the floor. His hands trailed a path of warm, unburning flame across the svelte plains of her magnificent body. All was shimmering in her teeming brain and yet all was vague. She had felt desire for the man before she had known of it. Her nipples crested into tautness and the process of arousal was already under way. She lay inactive for a time, enjoying the feeling of everything being done for and to her. Her flesh was kneaded and caressed. Who was he? the thought flashed through her mind before complete surrender.
Barbara spread her legs languidly apart to Olson's light touch, the copper hair of her mount a dull sheen in the apartments romantic lighting. She bent her knees making a goblet of her cunt for Olson to sip from. He put his mouth on her pussy, his teeth nibbling every so gently at her lips, his tongue sliding out to lave at her clitoris, pushing it into erection.
Now she was a bit more at ease. It was no longer the magic of an unearthly attraction. Now it was sex, now she was going to get fucked and she thought, from Olson's size and physical excellence, that it was going to be good. That maybe this time she would make it, that she wouldn't be left in the lurch, her cunt sore and aching, the sweetness of her belly turning sour with dissatisfaction.
Barbara lifted her long legs over Olson's shoulders, opening herself to him. His tongue penetrated into her cunt, laving the sweating walls of her love box. It was happening, she was sure even then, at the first sweet thrust, she knew that she was going to cream, that she would know the pleasure of a man bringing her to orgasm. She had fucked with urgency in the past, in desperation, fearing that there was something wrong with her, that she couldn't come like a normal woman. Suddenly, as Olson was drinking deeply of her juices she realized what part of the problem must have come from. She had always been treated as a pretty girl, always with delicacy, as if the men had been afraid that if they held her too hard she would splinter and break, like fine porcelain.
If felt so good. His tongue was working on her expertly, flicking at the hard button of her clit. She reached down to him then, one sharp thrust of his tongue galvanizing her into action as her legs quivered and trembled about his shoulders. Her fingers coiled in his thick hair, fingering the curly locks, pushing his mouth tighter against her, further into her cunt.
Olson slipped his hands beneath the subtle curve of Barbara's ass, lifting her up, making it easier for him to eat her out. Her delicate body was heaving, wracked with desire. Her heels began to beat a tattoo upon Olson's broad back, the rhythm of her anxious desire. There it was, it was coming. She felt the first glimmer of her orgasm, welling up deep in her belly. Olson lapped at her, his tongue pummeling the button of her reddened clit, his mouth awash in the female juices. His hands tightened their grip on her cheeks, the flesh yielding beneath his fingers. His cock was a hard ache between his legs but he wanted her to know his power, that he could bring her off again and again. Barbara was being wafted aloft on the beating wings of a passion never before experienced by her. Her cunt was soaking, the juices dripping into Olson's mouth and down along her pink thighs. Her little fists pounded on the carpet, her head twisted back and forth and she muttered, "god, god," over and over in a soft, muffled voice.
It washed through her, it was indescribable, she couldn't believe it. A tidal wave seemed encased in her loins as she creamed all over Olson's face, gasping with the heavenly pleasure. She had made it, she'd had an orgasm, she was a woman. Oh yes.
Slowly the raging within her departed, body returned to the earth, to the darkened room. Her body rippled as the waves of climax washed back out to the general sea of pleasure, always awaiting her to dip into it, from then on to be hers at every try.
From beneath her swollen eyes saw the big man hiking himself up higher between her legs. His huge instrument hard and at the ready. Now that the storming passion had subsided he seemed almost a stranger. Lazy and content with her satisfaction Barbara no longer felt the openness, she wanted to enjoy her pleasure in privacy. Olson was hot, he tasted her juices on his lips, smelled her aroma in his nostrils. His hands kneaded the flesh bunching at her waist, passed over the tight drum of her belly. He kneeled between her damp thighs, expecting her to open wide, to pull his cock into the moist well of her belly, to snap the hungry lips of her cunt around him. But he didn't feel the responsiveness, something had gone from her and he could sense it.
Olson took Barbara behind the knees and bent her legs far back. His cock probed at her distended lips, he coated the head it with the moisture of her spend, titillating himself with a slight taste of the warm wetness soon to surround him. He gathered his strength into his loins and thrust hard and deep into her pussy. Barbara moaned at the penetration, the hard flesh sinking into her pushed her back onto the fucking path. Olson luxuriated in her snatch, feeling the juices soaking him, meshing his pubic hair with hers. He put his hands beneath her ass as he began to pour slow strokes into the beautiful young woman, feeling the workings of his cock inside of her.
Barbara was coming around, the heat building for her again. But it was too slow for Olson, he wanted her there with him, he wanted her to be moving and writhing with the same urgency. He put one finger against the small entrance of her asshole and pushed it up. Barbara revolved on his questing finger, impaled as completely as a fish on an Indian's spear. It felt wonderful. Uncomfortable at first, truly forced but then the irritation became the welcomed itching of thoughtless desire. She felt some membrane deep inside of her being rubbed from both sides, cock and finger almost meeting. She began to buck wildly. Following with her sucking cunt every withdrawal of Olson's active prick, welcoming every hard thrust. Olson fucked her well, regulating the rush of sperm within his balls until he felt her pushing over the crest into another delightful, shaking climax. He speeded up, sinking up to the balls with body quivering speed and force. Her cunt walls rubbed against the stretched, sensitive flesh of his cock, thrilling him to the core. In her growing frenzy Barbara clutched the straining man's buttocks, digging her nails into the hard-muscled cheeks, pulling in hard. He shot his load, the nectar spilling from the end of his cock, flooding her pussy. He pumped furiously, getting every drop out, furious in his passion. And then Barbara creamed, relaxing all her muscles in the instant before a contraction throughout her whole body, a tightening of the muscles in her cunt, beads of perspiration standing out on her forehead, her arms and legs hopelessly quivering, her mouth fallen open and the breath laboring. She clutched the man tightly to her for the length of her orgasm, before her head rolled in exhaustion.
They lay still for some minutes, waiting for the mad beating of their hearts to slow down, for the breath to even out. Olson stroked the woman's hair affectionately, trailed a finger along her still swollen nipples, watching the blood gradually fall out of them, their stark red color fade. Gingerly almost shyly Barbara passed her hands along Olson's broad shoulders, squeezing the tough flesh, feeling the working of his muscles beneath the skin. She could not quite understand how the situation had so arrived, for her to find herself naked on the floor, pinioned beneath the man's virile body. She knew though that her roommate could be expected to arrive at any moment and, with good common sense hurried Olson into his clothes at the same time she gathered up and put hers on.
When Olga walked through the door she saw the pair sitting demurely across from each other, seriously sipping at their martinis, speaking not a word. She hoped Olson wasn't mad about her making him wait and that Barbara hadn't been as dull company as it now looked. Olson waited while Olga freshened up and then escorted down to his car, casually turning to wish the brunette good evening. A blush crept up her cheek as she saw the burly man pat her roommate on her full buttocks. After all, what right had she to expect anything of him. He had walked in a stranger and she'd practically wrapped her cunt around him, he must think her a terrible hussy. Men were always looking out for a stray piece of ass and felt as if it were their duly to whip it out every time the opportunity presented itself. She'd just been another wet pussy to him and she cursed herself for it. Barbara went at the pitcher of martinis with a vengeance.
Barbara was awakened at 6:30 the next morning by a delivery boy dropping off two dozen roses, and an invitation from Olson Boyd to meet him at Sardi's for breakfast. Barbara had half a mind not to show up, how could he have acted so callous the night before and expect to fall at his feet the next time he crooked a little finger. But she went, and she accepted every invitation Olson sent her in the next two months including those up to his bedroom. When she tried to figure out just what she felt for the man she couldn't pin it down. All she was sure of was his sex appeal, sex in the most complete meaning of the word. He was all male and she admired him for that, it helped her to feel most of a woman. They spent their honeymoon in bed on a secluded beach in the Hawaiian islands. The few time they did go out they turned the warm, clean sand into a bed also.
The' couple stopped and Olson was snatched from his memories. Barbara's eye had been attracted by a gaily painted sign picturing an Indian, a broad shouldered Adonis, wrestling with an alligator and the words, Everglades Tours: Visit a Real Seminole Indian Reservation. "Let's go on the boat trip darling," Barbara cajoled. The big man just smiled and fished out his wallet to pay for two tickets. They settled themselves down in the front of the boat, as far off from the other chattering tourists as they could manage and stared through the glass bottom of the tour boat at the myriad colored fish that swam about in lazy circles. Barbara lost track of how many different kinds of fish she spotted but liked a sort of rainbow hued one the most and decided to try to find one at the tropical fish store as soon as she got back to New York.
The boat ride took almost two hours, they were going deep into the Everglades. Olson felt relaxed, this was certainly getting away from it all. Huge vines draped across the tepid waters and the shrill calls of parrots and other large tropical birds resounded in the afternoon quiet. He loosened his tie as the heat grew more intense, after all he was on vacation. Barbara picked out his ties and this one was a mod conglomeration of circles, triangles and other geometrical shapes in shockingly livid colors.
The sightseeing boat came to rest against a ramshackle looking pier. They were upon it before they saw it, sliding through a great mass of overhanging vines right into a clearing and the mooring. Olson helped Barbara out and stepped gingerly on the rotten looking wood. If felt solid beneath his feet and he realized that it must have taken a great deal of work and care to keep the surroundings looking so rustic and squalid as the same time as keeping it safe and attractive for the tourists.
The guide starting to spew forth a miscellany of facts about the noble history of the Seminole Indians, a brave race who were as secure among the snakes and treachery of the Everglade forests as most people were in the streets of New York. The tourists supplied an appreciative titter at this little joke. Olson pulled a disgusted face as the guide started his spiel, original authentic Indian rugs, bead craft, leather wallets.. The same old Coney Island hustle. Barbara complained about how poor the people looked and then cooed about how they could retain their dignity in the midst of their poverty. A pompous looking gent in a seersucker suit and gaudy suspenders assured them in a confidential voice that it was all for show and that after the last tour every day the Indians packed up and went off to their split level homes. "Yes sir, they ain't nobody's fool. Got a good racket going," he said in parting.
They wandered around aimlessly, fingering carpets and shaking off the stray imploring of various original authentic Indian merchants. Finally a loudspeaker sputtered to life somewhere up in the trees and advised the bustling tourists to gather around the alligator pit and enjoy the thrilling spectacle of man pitting his strength, cunning, and courage against the beast of the swamps, the alligator, left over from the prehistoric ages. Barbara was very excited by the prospect and hurried Olson along so they'd be sure to get a good spot.
They stood by a low railing overlooking the pit. A large man only in a breechclout stood alone in the arena, hands on his sizable hips. He had a full belly and the prominent craggy nose of the American Indian. His skin was a deep, almost brownish, red. He stood silently, letting the ticket buyers look him over, draw their own conclusions about the symbolic nature of the conflict they were about to witness. The alligator was being fed the last of a huge meal. The wrestler's assistants prodded the beast out of his cage into the pit where he unwillingly was to give battle. The poor reptile was so full he didn't want to do anything more than sleep.
A group of Indians squatted by the side of the pit and beat a dramatic accompaniment on their drums. Barbara clutched at her husband's arm in a tizzy of excitement. The alligator lay there, a swatch of brownish green sticking out of the grey dust. The Indian approached him warily and then leaped. Grabbed the alligator about the jaws, using the leverage of his weight to flop the beast over on his stomach, grunting and groaning, making the whole thing look a tumultuous, life and death battle. Then with much flourish he massaged the beasts tender stomach till it fell asleep, hypnotized. The spectators applauded and squealed with delight. The Indian bowed with amazing grace and walked off. Barbara's squeals were by far the loudest. Something about the supposed nobility of the battle had affected her, her thighs were unforgivably moist.
The loudspeaker came back to life to announce that the boats would be leaving in an hour and the tourists might take advantage of that to look over the authentic Indian handicrafts, etc. Barbara told Olson that she would like to wander around a bit and he gladly gave his permission, engrossed in the large cage of tropical birds, admiring their striking plumage.
Barbara returned to the alligator pit. It looked dismal without its opponents, just dust and some alligator shit. Streaks of sweat where the Indian had wriggled on the dirt. She stumbled upon a small dirt track off to a side of the main encampment and decided to follow it, for the adventure. She walked on for about ten minutes, getting sweaty and grimy, the dust billowing up at her step. Finally she came upon a small trailer encampment and saw some half-naked Indian boys jumping about, playing a game with a feathered hoop. They laughed at her approach and scrambled off further into the woods. Someone tapped her on the shoulder and she half-shrieked with the surprise. It was the alligator wrestler. Up close he was not so much heroic as frightening. His face was crisscrossed with small scars and he was prominently missing a front tooth. He smelled of something rather awful too. But when he clasped her tits in his meaty hands he became infinitely desirable. His smell was as attractive as musk. In her years of marriage Barbara had never cheated on her husband. Not that she had never thought of any other man as very desirable, she'd just never actually committed the act. The Indian could easily interpret the look on her face to mean that she was ready to get fucked. He took her hand and led her to the last of the trailers, parked in a clearing off by itself. He kicked open the door and pushed her into the dark, dank interior. He switched on the light and she saw the place to actually be quite cozy. She brought a hand to her breasts, feeling her heart beating wildly.
The alligator wrestler circled her waist from behind, his hands retrieving her swelling breasts, caressing, kneading, digging fingers into swelling mounds. He jammed his groin against her rounded rear and she could feel his erect cock pressing out at her. She responded, squeezing her cheeks and nipping his staff. The Indian reached down and lifted her skirt above her waist. He worked quickly to strip her panties down over her hips leaving her ass and luscious cunt naked. He kneeled down behind her and pressed his face to her ass, spreading the lush cheeks. His mouth fastened about the brown nut of her asshole and his tongue prodded, pushed its way in. He spit several times getting her good and wet. Barbara had leaned over, pushing her ass out, sexily, resting her hands on the side of the bed. She was the Indian's to do with as he would.
He reamed out her asshole roughly with his tongue, digging deep. Sliding his face all up and down the furrow. Barbara's hands were digging into the sheets. She was sobbing with the pleasure, she was being taken so quickly and her cunt still untouched. The Indian suddenly got to his feet leaving Barbara with a feeling of loss. The warm, wet tongue had been so good.
He untied his breechcloth and his erect prick sprang into the open, red and anxious. The Indian spoke his first word to Barbara. "Look," he said, and proceeded to swing his big hulk of a cock from side to side. The organ slapped against his thighs, seeming to swell to even larger proportions. Barbara looked, feeling her cunt turning into a lake, her thighs moist. She kneeled at the man's feet and opened her mouth to suck on his cock. He did not move and she crawled over to him, her eyes never leaving the big dick. She sucked the tip of it between her lips and let her tongue slide over the smooth knob. She got it really wet with her saliva, chewing lightly, rubbing it against her teeth. She took the whole thing into her mouth, down to the balls which she squeezed lightly in one hand while running the other along his strong legs.
The alligator wrestler lifted her to her feet and turned her around again so that her ass faced him. He bent her at the waist and she found a hand hold on the bed. He positioned himself behind her, sliding his cock along the furrow of her voluptuous ass. His cock pried between the lips of her pussy and with one quick lunge he entered her. Barbara shrieked as his cock sought out her depths. She pushed back at him with all her might revolving her ass. With a grunt the Indian stilled her and pulled his cock from the warm hole. He replaced it between her cheeks which he again spread wide apart, painfully this time. With a start Barbara realized that he was going to fuck her up the ass. She had never experienced it and the size of his cock alone told her it was going to hurt like hell.
Before she could attempt to wriggle away the Indian had gotten an inch of his prick into her. He held her fast in his steely grip and worked his cock in deep with a sort of corkscrewing twist of his massive hips. Barbara bit her lip to keep from crying out as he wormed his way into her tight anal passage.
He fucked her with stem determination, drawing his cock almost all the way out before sinking it to the root in her asshole. It felt to Barbara as if he were going right through her, spitting her entrails on the hard tip of his flaming cock. His big belly slapped against her sculpted cheeks. The Indian meanwhile had transferred his grasp from Barbara's firm tits to her cunt. His fingers wound in her carefully trimmed but lengthy pubic hair. Slid downward to caress the nubbin of her taut clitoris, exciting the woman from front and back. His fingers bunched together and flew up and down in her slit, wracking her with the thrill. She vibrated like a bell in which the hammer is beat mightily. Barbara was frantic, she didn't know if she wanted to piss; if she wanted the Indian to pull out or ram her harder, deeper. She sobbed, she gagged, with she moaned with pain and delight. The alligator was silent but for his grunts, pumping away like a machine, no though but to get the come from his balls and ravage the beautiful brunette's unused asshole.
His thrusts grew crueler, harder. Barbara felt as if she must be damaged back there, her asshole was melting. Then she felt it, the hot sperm shooting into her belly, bathing the cruelly handled tender parts, The Indian leaned across her back, securing his cock in her hole, and bit her deeply on the back of her neck, leaving a livid bruise. Barbara felt it coming to her. Her pussy began to clamp on the alligator wrestler's wilting cock, the quivering feeling came back to her legs. She bit into the sheets to keep from screaming as the orgasm rocked her. The man unceremoniously pulled his cock out of her ass, making a sort of popping noise. He watched impassively as she writhed on the floor, wriggling her hips and thrusting three of her own fingers up her creaming snatch to complete the last of her wild pleasure.
When she had passed through her climax the Indian picked up her pocketbook, handed it to her, and showed her out the door. He didn't say a word.
Barbara slowly walked back to the main area, to the mock reservation. She half-heartedly tried to rearrange her hair, pull her stockings and undies into place. She desperately hoped that the flush would seep out of her cheeks, that she wouldn't somehow, through her appearance, betray to her husband that act that had just been experienced.
Olson had grown bored with the toucans and parrots and had waited by the dock for his wife to show up. He got irritated when she was late or wandered around by herself. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, it just didn't seem right to him, after all she was his woman. "You're all dusty," he said to her when she finally strolled over to the boat. "I was looking all over for you. Where did you get to," she lied without batting an eyelash.
The glass-bottomed boat pulled out of the dock and headed back up the estuary toward Miami Beach and the glitter of hotels and Boulevards.
Barbara did not look back at the reservation.
CHAPTER 4
Evelyn was a knockout in her new bikini. Her pale breasts swelled over the suits top, the points of her nipples just barely peeked through the thin material. She was sexy as hell. Chuck looked her up and down with admiration. He didn't mind her walking around like that, what might have been provocative in another woman was just being beautiful, showing off, in Evelyn since he felt so sure of her faithfulness. She was being sexy for him.
Chuck himself was nothing bad to look at. His lean, muscled torso, the bulge at his crotch, he was a very desirable looking male. In fact, they were a more than ordinarily attractive couple as they strolled down the warm beach, winding their way through the celebrating young students. It was still early and aside from the students who had defied the police and slept on the beach and a few early risers the beach was no where near full to capacity. Chuck and his wife were able to find a spot that wasn't littered with beer cans or teenagers making out. They looked peacefully out at the deep blue of the ocean and the fluffy clouds gathering off by the horizon. Evelyn cuddled up against her husband and closed her eyes soaking off the sun's invigorating rays. Chuck shaded his eyes in her long hair and wriggled around in the sand, making himself a comfortable bed. There bodies began to turn a luscious brown, and, snuggled together, they napped, the whisper of the tide playing a sort of lullaby.
Chuck awoke with a start. Evelyn was not beside him, the beach was in a tumult, revelers sprawled all around in drunken positions, everybody stoned out of their brains. The sun had risen higher and Chuck realized that he had been sleeping for a number of hours. He looked anxiously around, hoping to catch a glimpse of his wife but is was hopeless. All around him was a sea of squirming young bodies. A line of boys and girls passed inches from him, snake dancing with a beautiful young goddess at the head, her breasts bared and tan, bobbling globes. She called out to him to join them but Chuck just frowned and began to walk around, searching for Evelyn.
He heard the orgiastic beat of bongos and the strumming of wild guitars and approached a group of long-haired people. He felt queasy in his stomach when he saw what was at the center of the milling hippies. There was his wife, dancing with abandonment, her hair flying, her arms outstretched, the top of her bathing suit pulled down, revealing the nipple of her right tit and large expanse of the left. A young man was crouching on his knees, snaking his head back and forth, gazing lustfully up at the swelling of her cunt, calling her on. And Evelyn was dancing closer, swinging her hips at him, looking sexier than he'd ever seen her.
She seemed caught up in a trance. Chuck was caught in indecision. He didn't know if he should plunge into the circle and drag his wife away. He knew he couldn't just stand and watch, the way it looked now she would soon be fucking the guy, right out in front of everyone. Chuck didn't know what he felt, he couldn't imagine Evelyn acting like this.
His dilemma was solved, after a fashion as his own attentions were caused to wander. He felt an incredible softness pressing into his shoulders and turned to see a voluptuous blonde pressing her tits into his back. Her eyes wore a far-off expression. She smiled invitingly at him. "I see the exhibition has gotten to you handsome," she drawled, looking pointedly at his crotch. Chuck had not even noticed but he'd grown a titanic hard-on watching his own wife. His cock bulged at the thin cotton of his bathing trunks and the girl drew one fingernail along the length of it. She blinked from beneath her long eyelashes and then, unaccountably handed him a long necked bottle to drink from. "Take a poke, doll," she said, "it's spiked: goofballs, speed, anything you could think of." She brought the bottle to Chuck's lips and tilted it upward, pouring the brew into his mouth. Chuck took three swallows before pushing it away. Almost immediately he felt a lightness steal over him. He moved a few steps back from the crowd so that he could hear what the blonde was saying and he felt as if he were floating.
Brenda, the blonde, pressed herself up against him, slipping her fingers beneath the elastic of his swimsuit and just brushing the tops of his ass. She ground her hips against him, closing her plump thighs around the bulge of his cock. Chuck felt himself getting hot, but not in the usual way, not the pulsing of the blood through his cock, the itch in his fingers. It was slower and warmer. He felt his body tingling at every contact with the voluptuous beauty. His skin seemed alive and striving for mating with the smooth skin of the blonde girl that had come to him from out of nowhere. He no longer thought of his wife, dancing lasciviously, offering herself to the eyes and imaginations of the onlookers.
Brenda knelt on the warm sand. Her fingers caressed the inside of his thighs. He tingled with the warmth, his cock reared beneath his pants. He rubbed her silky head, pressing her face against his crotch. She nipped at his cock through the bathing suit. She wrapped herself around his legs like a cat. Chuck spread his legs and Brenda rubbed his balls with her palm. Her hands snaked about his hips and she drew him down beside her on the sand. Chuck stretched out, his arms and legs spread. He felt calm, his mind spiralling into the blue ocean sky. Brenda straddled him and bent her head, sweeping her long blond hair across his face, tickling him, tempting him. He caressed her rounded buttocks, his fingers playing about the flesh bulging at the edge of her suit. She felt like brushed velvet and his hands learned the contours of her thighs and ass. Slowly, taking their time, they explored the valleys and hills of each others bodies. Brenda couldn't get enough of the young man's cock. She plunged her hand beneath his bathing suit and found the head of his prick. She stroked the smooth flesh, pushing gently with the soft pads of her fingertips.
They rolled impassioned in the sand. Brenda unbuttoned her bikini top and her luscious breasts popped into the sunlight. Big, creamy globes topped with bright red nipples, swollen almost an inch. Chuck thrust his face between the smoothness of those big tits, rubbing himself delightedly. He licked her cleavage and worked up the side of one breast. His tongue circled a hard nipple, teasing, twitting. Brenda sighed and rolled over on her back, leaving her tits to Chuck's worship. Few people on the beach noticed her semi-nudity, they were all involved in their own scenes. Chuck must have heard but not recognized his wife's moans and sighs as three virile youths rubbed her now naked body all over. Her tits, her ass, the cup of her sweet pussy were fondled and probed by the eager males. He did not hear her ecstatic yelp as a hard cock slid through her puckered lips, plunging to the gates of her womb, throbbing in the rich syrup of her hungry cunt. He didn't enjoy her wild writhings as one after another of the waiting men brought her repeatedly to a swift series of climax's, plying their cocks in the thickening cream of her every ready snatch, adding the contents of their loins to the sperm of those who had fucked her before them.
Chuck looked up into the field of com-silk that was Brenda's pubic snatch, marvelling for a brief moment at the pink meat of her cunt before she sank down on his face, grinding her aching pussy against his mouth. Chuck lapped it up, his tongue rolling in the lake of steamy female juices. Brenda was squealing with joy, shaking her hips, sliding her snatch all over Chuck's face, wetting his nose and cheeks, a drop of juice even getting into his eye. He clutched the full mounds of her pink ass, digging his fingers deep, lost in the fleshiness of it all.
Brenda reached behind her, her fingers sliding along the tent that Chuck's erect cock was making of his swimsuit. She lifted herself off of the man's mouth and turned around. Chuck lifted his hips as the blonde pulled the trunks down and kicked them off as they bunched around his ankles. He felt a breeze waft around his erect prick, a delicious tingling sensation. Not a delicious as the feel of Brenda's lips and tongue as they closed around the head of his staff, applying a breathtaking action. His cock was sucked in the moist cavern where her tongue swirled about the head, pulling forth the first drops of sticky sperm. Brenda replaced her thighs around her partner's head and gave her cunt over to his lickings. They ate each other out completely engrosses in their lingual caresses. Brenda stroked the bottom of his shaft as she gobbled on the knob, drawing the come through the straw of his prick. His balls were squeezed in practiced hands, his ass was rubbed with a carefully manicured finger. And Chuck ate away, at the melon of her cunt, sucking the juices into his mouth, plunging his tongue up her heated tunnel drawing forth little squeals and moans testifying to her skyrocketing pleasure.
Chuck might have been intrigued to know that he and his wife came at same instant, his come spurting into Brenda's gulping throat as Evelyn climaxed to the hard thrustings of the last in a long line of hefty cocks. Unfortunately Brenda didn't get to come right then. For as the sticky fluid was coating her lips the shrill howl of a police caravan could be heard speeding along the beach. Someone had objected to the slightly unusual fun the kids were having and had called the fuzz.
Chuck was forcibly and unhappily pulled of his swinging sex trip by the reality of the sirens. He pushed through the panicked crowd, shoving aside the young men who were scooping up beer cans and filling then with sand to hurl at the cops. He was too much in a hurry to even feel the shock, more than to register the sinking feeling in his stomach, when he saw Evelyn, her hair spread out in the sand, her legs bent to reveal her cuntlips swollen and overflowing with the copious gobs of
CHAPTER 5
Chuck and Evelyn returned to Miami the next morning. Evelyn had to see a doctor who whistled in wonder when he saw the condition that her cunt was in. He told her to abstain from sexual relations for a few days and treated the walls of her snatch with a cooling salve that eased some of her irritation. The men who had fucked her on the beach had been none too gentle, but she couldn't complain, she hadn't asked for gentleness, only for cock.
Evelyn couldn't understand what had gotten over her. She always been completely satisfied with Chuck's lovemaking, or at least thought that she had been. All she could remember of the afternoon was waking up by Chuck's side and seeing a veritable carnival going on all around her. Young men and women were contorting around half naked, dancing to portable record players, carrying on. A young man sat down beside her and offered her some wine. He seemed a nice sort. The next thing she knew her mind was floating miles above her. She didn't resist when the young man lifted her to her feet and started dancing. Somehow he maneuvered her away from Chuck and the next thing she knew her cunt was awash with sperm, a hot glow suffused her limbs and Chuck was glaring down at her nudity looking just miserable.
She felt so ashamed, not knowing if he would ever forgive her. He'd barely said a word, just put her in the shower back at the motel and turned on the water. They slept in the same bed but he didn't even touch her, mumbling that he was too sleepy when she made the advances. She was so miserable she just wanted to cry. What had made her act that way. She didn't know that Chuck too had dallied.
He left her room that night and went down to the hotel's night club alone. He didn't feel like doing much of anything, just getting drunk, to forget his wife, the come seeping out of her pussy. He sat at the end of the bar and ordered a double scotch. He stared morosely into the amber fluid in his glass, getting progressively drunker, not even turning around to look at the dancers in the club revue, kicking up their heels and showing a generous portion of their cute asses.
Chuck sat that way, brooding, until a lovely lilting voice asked him, "What's the matter friend". He turned to see a stunning attractive woman perched on the stool next of him. She wore a clinging, simple styled dress that showed off her bosom and curvy figure. Chuck couldn't place her immediately. She didn't look like a whore, or an ordinary pickup. She was even a bit unsure of herself, he thought. Chuck was talking to Barbara Boyd, a changed Barbara Boyd. She had been upset and surprised at herself for the way she'd let the alligator wrestler take her for his pleasure, without so much as a word to her. She had battled it out in her head and decided that she was only fooling herself in staying faithful to Olson. All the years of their marriage she'd enjoyed sleeping with him, the heavy doses of his hefty prick. But her fantasies had far outstripped her actual sex-life. Riding on the subway she imagined each man she saw as a possible bed partner, imagined how they would treat her, fondle her breasts, bite on her nipple. Some of the men she thought, might like to treat her mean, to pinch her tender flesh, to spear her on the end of their tremendous cocks. Even this excited her. Her experience with the Indian had brought it all out front. She was too practical to allow herself to be tortured by a desire she truly felt. Tonight she'd screwed up her courage and, Olson giving her the perfect excuse, actually insisting that she go down and watch the floorshow without him since he was very sick, she was going to make the first move.
The man sitting at the bar looked like a likely prospect. She felt an immediate chemistry flowing between them. Perhaps this was aided by his trim figure, with the lean belly and broad shoulders, his dark tan. She was turned on by the brooding, serious expression that marked what she was sure was ordinarily a very cheerful, smiling face. She sat down at the opposite end of the bar and fortified herself with a nice, stiff drink.
Chuck looked up at Barbara after two drinks had found their way into her stomach. She glowed with the intensity of her desire. Immediately he could see that he had kindled it. So he did the natural thing, what he had learned from countless movies and novels. "Can I buy you a drink," he asked, keeping his voice suggestively low and sexy, he hoped. "Thanks", Barbara answered, and the ball was rolling.
Small talk, a few short silences when the band went into a tune that they both dug. A number of drinks sliding along the bar and into their respective gullets. Dizzied they began to dance to a slow number. Chuck held the woman lightly in his arms and they glided along the tightly packed dance floor. Barbara had treated herself like a courtesan, cleansed and doused with perfume. She laid her cool fingers along the back of Chuck's neck and the hairs bristled as he felt the first of the thrills that this lovely woman was destined to give him.
Barbara pressed her breasts tightly against her partner and felt the answering warmth as his arms tightened about her and he slid one leg between hers as they danced, his thigh directly against her moistening pussy. They danced on, rubbing against each other. Soon it became clear to both of them that they were begging off the actual moment, that the events of the evening were meant to bring the both of them together in the same bed.
Chuck looked at her, a wry smile lifting the comers of his thin lips. "Let's go", he said and Barbara nodded, they went out to Chuck's car and pulled out with a great squeal of rubber. Chuck felt strangely elated. This beautiful woman by his side was soon to receive the full length of his ready prick and a great joy would be shared between them. For the first time since Fort Lauderdale he felt the glimmers of an understanding of what had possessed his wife and what was moving him now.
Barbara didn't want to go to motel, she wasn't hardened enough to feel comfortable in the hurried atmosphere of motels, strangers bumping together in the darkness of the night, exchanging more of fear and worry than pleasure. At her urgings they drove out to a beach. They'd barely turned off the motor when a cop drove up and shone his light into the window. "You two married", he growled, They both smiled and said yes. After a little searching they finally found a deserted stretch of sand.
Barbara told Chuck to stay in the car awhile and took the blanket out with her. Her voice sounded out of the star-specked darkness and Chuck stepped out onto the sand. He almost tripped over the woman. She was lying naked on the blanket. She had wrapped her long swatch of hair around one breast and looked like the heroine of a seventeenth century Italian painting. She lifted her arms up to her new lover, calling him to the sweet warmth of her body. Chuck moved, he kicked off his shoes and took off all of his clothes. He breathed deeply of the ocean breeze. Closing his eyes Chuck sank to his knees beside the woman. His hands scrabbled over the sand until they touched the smoothness of her flank. Up her leg, pausing at the silkiness of her pubic hair, Barbara breathing deeply, the air whistling between her teeth at his firm fingers; up along her belly, the smooth plain, the mountains of her crested tits. And then his cock was hard and anxious. His dulled mind struggled against the fuzziness of the booze and he crawled upon her. Barbara's legs yawned apart, opening her cunt. His cock immediately was there, dipping into the syrup of that heavenly tunnel. He could feel the plump lips sucking gently upon his tool, urging him on. Barbara was rubbing her hands lightly along his shoulders, feeling the working of his muscles, smoothly.
And then he pumped once deep, tapping the root of her passion, storing his cock deep within her belly. It was as if she were the ocean, receiving him gladly, closing about his hardness in ultimate acceptance. Her legs folded across his buttocks, her fingers grew stem, demanding. Barbara humped back up at him, she revolved her hips with the passionate lushness of a siren, massaging all the surfaces of Chuck's questing cock. He groaned with the ecstasy. Every move of his hips was countered with Barbara's response, each further dive was met with a further opening. Like a flower opening to a bee, she spread the petals of her cunt and Chuck went on. They dug a hole in the sand with their wrigglings, And all the while Barbara's mouth rounded, her throat making the sound "OOOOHH ... ", long and drawn out, louder, more high pitched at his stronger lunges.
Her cunt was melting and Chuck's cock was feeling larger, more important. Swelling with his pounding blood, sending both of them into a cloud of sexual ecstasy.
He came so hard it felt as if he were pissing. For a minute, a whole minute, the sperm poured from his cock, wrenching him deep, pushing his loins into a small convulsion. It felt like his soul was pouring out or his cock, mixing with the cream of his lover's pussy. For Barbara it was another sort of bliss. The come, it seemed as if it were merging with her cells, seeping into every corner of her body, she swore she could taste it in her mouth. She spread her legs until it hurt, and then clamped them shit, hard against Chuck's thighs, rocked in the throes of an awesome climax. Screaming so that the gulls fluttered into the sky alarm, squawking. Her teeth biting into Chuck's shoulder, tasting the salty blood. They were spent, so satisfied they did not even think of fucking again that night. Just lying there, staring distractedly up at the clouds. Feeling the warmth, the swelling of their parts, rubbing each other gently. Licking here and there, almost affectionately.
But they weren't finished with each other's bodies. The breeze kept up and they soon got cold, leaning closer, hugging. The hands undeniably caressing, bring warmth in the most beautiful of ways. Her tits were round and full in Chuck's palms, the nipples grew out to meet his tweaking fingers. Soon she was hot again. He could smell the scent of her desire. He put his mouth on her cunt. He buried his nose in the wet petals of flesh. She smelled better than any flower. He sucked her clit into his mouth, rubbing the sensitive morsel lightly with his teeth, making her tense with the thrill. He danced his fingers over the insides of her thighs. Goose bumps. "Good, good", the woman muttered as her clit was tongued to standing. She arched her back, pressing harder against his tongue. Chuck licked up and down the slit, the juices seeping out to coat his tongue. He swallowed the nectar. He ate away, without stopping dipping into the well at the bottom of Barbara's cunt, drinking the sweet stuff down. The woman was all quivery, her legs shaking up and down, making
. little thumping noises as her heels hit the hard packed sand.
Her body was turning pink, the glow spreading up from the bottom to the top till even her swelling tits were flushed. Barbara plucked at her nipples. The sweetness of the first sex was gone, now she was just fucking hot, horny as hell. She wanted it hard, like the alligator wrestler had given it to her. She twisted her legs purposely so that Chuck would clip her clitoris with his teeth, a delicious rush of sharp pain. Her thighs closed around his head, squeezing him close. She was humping against his face now, trying to get him to fuck her with his tongue. Faster and faster his tongue flicked in her passage as he strained to get her off, to put her out of her mind in a searing orgasm. His tongue was getting tired as he licked her, the moist pink meat of her cunt, the clit, the darling hole. He cupped the slope of her ass and his fingers went into the shadowy crack. One finger he pressed against her asshole, breaking through the contraction of the muscles, sliding up her tight hole. Barbara bucked high, her legs tightening unbearably around Chuck's head before she came, a torrent of slick juices running out of her twat. She pulled at her own hair in her frenzy. It was so good, a magic corkscrew winding its way into her belly, pulling the cork that let the tension flush from her loins. She sighed and it was the sound of birds beneath the moonlight.
It was getting more and more chilly. The first tint of dawn could be seen far off on the horizon. Chuck began to worry that his wife might be missing him by now. What the hell. Let her worry, he thought. The bitch. Then he caught himself. There wasn't any doubt that he was enjoying his fling with Barbara. And he felt good about it, clean, straight enjoyment. He even felt somehow liberated, enjoying the call of his body without any hangups. And Barbara, if she were feeling guilty it certainly wasn't apparent in the way she was coming.
Chuck built a small mound of sand, a pillow. Gently he turned Barbara over on her belly and positioned her loins over the pillow. Her backside was cutely elevated, her cunt spread invitingly open. The red of her inner lips just dully showing in the dark. He crouched behind her, his cock just nestled in the crack of her ass. Barbara flinched, she was not yet ready to receive another big prick in her tender, irritated anal passage. But at the next moment Chuck slid his prick down, to the mellow slit. He dallied between the slick folds, pushing a fraction of an inch in, wetting the head of his tool, pulling the fraction of an inch out, repeated the motion till Barbara was feeling more sensation in that morsel of flesh than ever before. There was a tingling in the pink tissue of her cunt lips.
Chuck felt around the joint of his cock and her cunt, sliding one finger in front of his cock and up her pussy. Barbara squirmed. She was ready again, her cunt a storehouse of erotic pleasure. His prick followed his finger slowly up her canal, stretching the pussy-hole. Barbara pushed down on the sand. Her hips circled around the pivot of Chuck's cock. She humped backed on him as best she could. And then the motor of his loins began. He pumped away at her. Hard, furious. Letting it all hang out. Consciously pushing himself to exhaustion, breathing sensitive tissue against sensitive tissue.
Her cunt fit like a glove around his cock. He sobbed with the sweet agony of every thrust. Chuck put his arms around Barbara's humping backside. His cock was sunk as deep as it could ever go in the red meat of her pussy. He imagined the juices coating his probing staff, the pools of hot female fluid surrounding him, ready to drip out of her twat when he pulled out after driving them both to distraction.
Pound, out, thrust, withdraw. He sawed in and out of her flaming pussy. No gentleness now, only need and lust. Two bodies working from the inner bum of sex.
He could hear the saliva gurgling in her throat as she strained at the force of his virile engine. Chuck slipped his hands onto her tits. His knuckles rested in the depressions that her firm globes had dug into the sand. He rubbed the creamy mounds with abandon, the nipples fit his fingers perfectly and he squeezed, tweaked, twisted them. That extra thrill sent Barbara spiralling into her climax. Her cunt sopping, a whirlpool of creaming female juice. Met equally by the geysering of Chuck's hot come. They moaned into each other's delirium, twisting.
Barbara lay exhausted beneath her lover's bulk. Her heart beat as loudly as a drum in her chest. Chuck's diminished cock slowly slipped out of its sheath. A dainty sound. The couple rolled apart, panting. The stars fuzzy to their passion swollen eyes. The dawn was full-fledged. Barbara gasped with the realization that her husband would be furious. How could she explain it to him. Chuck too had a similar task before him.
Back in the car and going down the-highway Barbara and Chuck became a little better acquainted, the fucking had been so good between them that they hated to think of never enjoying a repeat. Luck, fate, destiny, what have you, came into play. It seems that both families lived in New Rochelle, not five miles away from each other. Barbara and Evelyn even belonged to one of the same clubs though they didn't really know each other. It was plain that they'd be able to carry on their meetings but Barbara hoped that there was some way to avoid the sneaking around an affair always calls for. She wanted her fucking but she didn't want to think of herself as an adultress. She had thought out the morals of it very carefully. She liked the way it felt for his prick to be in her, she liked to have one in her mouth, to rub her tongue along the smooth knob. The feel of a man's strong fingers probing at her breasts got her all hot and melty. Of course she felt something more when she made love with her husband but there was no denying that she dug plain sex as well. Somehow she'd have to convince her husband as well. She knew he didn't mind getting his cock into a new honeypot when the opportunity presented itself. Why, just from the experience of their own meeting she knew he had a well developed libido. He might be easier to convince than she first thought.
Chuck was worrying about his own spouse. Poor Evelyn. She was a nice girl. He was sure that she'd never betrayed him before. But then again, if she could act so orgiastically, fuck so many guys at the same time, in front of a crowd, she must have committed adultery in her mind a number of times. Dammit, that was just as bad. Why, all the times they'd fucked so lovingly, he taking pains to restrain himself, to be gentle, she was lusting after half a dozen cocks ravaging her sweet pussy. It made him sick. He knew he should try to understand her and worked the problem over in his mind.
CHAPTER 6
The ashtrays were full in Barbara's hotel room. Olson had finally fallen asleep but the bottles and the rumpled state of the bed clothes showed that his rest had not been an easy one. Barbara darted into the bathroom and took a quick shower as quietly as possible. But Olson was sleeping so restlessly he was awake and glaring at her when she approached the bed. "Well," he said in a voice that had frozen corporation executives all across the country. "I expect you to tell me where you've been and what you've been doing. And I expect you to tell me now." Barbara stuttered, flustered. She wanted so badly to tell her husband the truth. To tell him that she had been on the beach fucking with another man and that it had been wonderful. That she had creamed time and again, that she loved him nevertheless. That somehow, even with all the cock she'd had through the night, seeing him now, concerned and angry she wanted to make love to him. Passionately.
She stood there dumbly and Olson got furious, he was no dummy. He knew well enough how his wife got when she was drunk. With a few drinks in her, a little tipsy, she became very affectionate, very horny. She wanted him to touch her to tweak her nipples. Even though it was very good fucking her then he felt somehow uneasy, suspecting that being drunk, it didn't matter very much who had his cock in her, that if he weren't there she would suck on the first man who was. He jumped out of bed, slapped her in the face hard, bringing the tears to her eyes.
Barbara looked at him with a hurt expression in her eyes. Olson immediately felt how stupid he had been. "Damn these women who can make you feel guilty every time you let yourself get carried away with their perfidy." And then he slapped her again just to defy his own shame.
Barbara collapsed across the bed, crying. Olson sat beside her, his anger drained from him. Now he only felt compassion for his wife, knowing that she was basically a good woman, honest. Knowing that she loved him and wouldn't do anything to hurt him unless she had to. He caressed her brow and eventually listened to the story that came so difficultly from her lips. He knew immediately that it would hurt him but he wanted to hear it anyway. Every detail. When she stopped from embarrassment or a wish to spare him Olson egged her on. And he didn't love her any the less. He just enjoyed his cock more.
In Chuck's room the scene was much less dramatic. The sedative that the doctor had given Evelyn to help ease the irritation had put her to sleep. Chuck woke his wife up and told her of his night's adventures. Evelyn was shocked. She had been half out of her mind when she let those men fuck her, while Chuck had been very deliberate about it. Tearful scenes must have sounded through the hotel that night.
In the morning Chuck and Barbara met for breakfast. They devised a plan to get their respective spouses together, something simple but dramatic, something that would help them to understand the drives that ruled them.
Olson came back from his morning swim, a towel draped across his shoulder and a set of worried bags beneath his eyes. It was a fucking shame. One moment for everything to seem so together, and the next ... He opened the door and headed straight for the shower. He heard the water running and supposed that it was Barbara. He slipped out or his shorts and admired his tan body in the mirror. A fresh towel over his shoulder and he opened the shower door. It was a red-head, not a brunette. A beautiful woman, not his wife, was soaping her tits beneath the stinging spray.
She looked at him with surprise. Chuck had told her that their room was being changed and that the bell-boy would bring their bags over. Instead there was a very good-looking, athletically built man whose cock was rising at an alarming rate. The rush of conflicting emotions was almost too much for her to take. Her mouth fell open in surprise. Olson too was flabbergasted. But he didn't want to look a gift-horse in the mouth, rather he wanted a closer look at this luscious cunt. The biological imperative was strong. He tossed his towel aside and closed the shower door behind him.
He didn't know what to say in a situation like this so he surrendered himself to his instincts. He pulled the woman roughly to him, pressing his stiff cock against her belly. She gasped, her heart jumped into her throat and her right breast in Olson's sure grasp. Barbara closed her eyes and let herself go with the flow. She felt the heat mounting between her legs, her nipples tautening into bright points.
Olson led his prize out of the shower and to the clean, made bed. He pushed her gently and she spread out, her legs separated her tits rising and falling to her passionate breathing. Her eyes stayed shut off her mind and the whispered snips of guilt. The man's hands traced their heated path on her tits. Her nipples were manipulated into concentrated flame. She covered Olson's hands and pressed them deeper into the pillows of flesh. So anxious was she that her fingers found her moistening slit before the man's. Over and over he massaged the smooth hillocks of her pussy. She writhed on the plunging digits. Moaning as so often in the last few days. She pulled back her legs, bending at the knee, spreading her cunt so she could push in deeper. Olson sucked a big hunk of tit into his mouth. His tongue pushed at her bursting nipples. He licked her, the saliva making her tits slippery. His hands, his mouth, his tongue, pushing her into a frenzy. Soon her fingers were insufficient. She groped for Olson's stiff cock and pulled him towards her yawning twat. "Fuck me", she moaned. She pressed his hips with her thighs and by sheer force pushed his cock against her swelling lips, before relaxing for the thrust, open. Syrup of her pussy. A woman out of nowhere, a cunt so definitely placed. His cock went on, he wallowed in the slick nectar. To his balls he plunged, meshing his pubic hair with hers. Evelyn contorted herself, flung her knees back til they were pillowed against her tits. He pounded deep into her, urged by the scraping of her fingernails on his muscled ass. Moan she did, and it was music to his ears. He fucked her well, pacing himself so that when the come seemed ready to boil from his balls he would slow to a stop, letting her do the work. His crotch felt all fluid "Squeeze my balls", he whispered hoarsely in Evelyn's ears and she obeyed, slipping her hand between their beating bodies. Her fingers circling the pendulous balls of flesh, squeezing, rubbing. More pressure building between his legs. He reared and plunged on her like a spirited stallion. Out of the blue and into her cunt, this was the sort of destiny he enjoyed.
They kissed, mouths pressing hard together. His tongue passed between her full lips, dueling with her pointier, slimmer tongue. He swallowed her saliva, loving the fluidity of it all. It was coming, he felt the raging torrent in his cock, sweeping all through him. He was quivering almost as much as Evelyn. Plunging without cease, even as the sperm flowed from his prick.
Evelyn held him tightly against her, not wanting him to move as the warm semen coursed to her womb, as she came with sky rockets, dazzling lights, the works going off behind her closed eyes. Never had she opened them. She didn't pretend that Chuck was fucking her but she wanted the experience to be pure sex.
The orgasm passed over her turning her whole body to jelly. Olson slowly pulled his prick out of the warm syrupy bath. He rubbed his chest against the creamy mounds of her tits, loving the feel of her. His hands pressed on the of his shoulders, pushing her down the length of his sweating body. And Evelyn went where he directed, her lips parting, sucking hard on the skin of his firm chest, leaving small red marks. Her tongue licked around his nipples, bringing the male flesh into a small erection. Olson stretched. Evelyn slid further down, her tongue slipped into his bellybutton, tasting the salty sweat, tickling him.
And down til the staff of his cock was lying up close against her cheek, Evelyn twisted her head til her lips were kissing gently at the head of his pleasure instrument. She sucked the tip just half an inch into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his pee-hole, licking up the traces of semen and her own tasty juices. She pressed her lips close together and Olson lifted his hips, sliding another two inches into her warm oral embrace. Evelyn swallowed her saliva, keeping from gagging on the big mouthful of throbbing flesh, the fingers of one hand encircled her lover's cock at the base and she slowly stroked him in time to her sucking, milking the semen out of his balls.
Olson could not lay still. He humped up at her, fucking her mouth. The juices gurgled in the woman's stuffed mouth. She held his cock more firmly trying to keep the man from jamming his dick into the back of her throat. Her cheeks rose and fell with her sucking. Drops of come began to pearl at the tip of Olson's cock, it was a truly juicy fuck.
He placed his fingers at the corners of the woman's mouth, enjoying the feel of his cock sliding into her face. He looked down at her, the way her beautiful lips were stretched wide apart on his manliness, the stiff flesh pushing into her, her eyes tightly squeezed shut with the effort of her sucking, the sensitive skin of his cock was rubbing against her smooth lips, her tongue didn't let up for a minute, circling around the tip, pushing lightly into the pee-hole. She was an experienced cock-sucker. Olson's fingers dug into the bed clothes and he arched his hips as the load shot out of his cock into her mouth. Evelyn held him tightly to her, gulping down the sticky, milky substance. Jerking him off with her fingers, feeling the leap of the come in his tubes.
They relaxed, the tension flowing out of their bodies. Olson's cock was still resting in her mouth, the come dribbling over her face and the door opened. There stood Chuck and Barbara, an arm around each other's waist. They were smiling upon the scene transpiring on the bed. Chuck was smiling at the sight of his wife's mouth gorged with another man's meat. Barbara smiling at the way her husband so delicately kept the beautiful young woman's mouth close on his cock, his fingers twining in her long auburn hair, too distracted to notice their entrance. Barbara and Evelyn tiptoed up to the bed, standing one on either side. The beautiful experiences that would unfold for them in the future becoming clear. Barbara surveyed the swelling breasts, the beautiful line of hip and thigh that was Evelyn's and felt a desire to o touch them. She saw the outline of the pink meat of her cunt peeking from beneath the coppery pubic hair and felt a desire to press her lips into that juicy sweetness. Chuck thought of his cock sinking between the legs of his wife as he burrowed his head into Barbara's equally attractive pussy, surrounded in cunt, cunt at all ends.
He leaned down and kissed his wife on the neck, a long, wet kiss that pulled her from her revery. For the first time in quarter of an hour her eyes flickered open and she looked up into the face of her husband, her lips still brushing the strange man's cock. A bright red colored her cheeks, her breath drew in a quick rush. And then her expression changed to one of puzzlement as she saw that Chuck was smiling, when he actually brushed the man's cock, a bit timorously, with one outstretched finger.
Olson awoke at this caress. He saw the man standing by the bed and girded himself for a fight. It was possible that he was poaching on another man's preserve and would have to battle to get away in one piece. But then Barbara, she had silently crouched by the bedside, drew her tongue through the crack of her husband's ass, a delicious, warm tingling spreading from his back, making his cock again stand. He felt a little embarrassed.
Chuck held out his hand to Olson to shake. Uncomprehendingly, except knowing that he'd been set up for some reason, Olson took the offered hand. Barbara crawled up on the bed and bent over her husband to plant a kiss on Evelyn's moist lips. She could taste the come. All four of them were a bit uncomfortable. It would take a little mutual experience to make them feel natural as a sexual group.
Olson and Evelyn got dressed and went downstairs to the bar to have an early drink an heat an explanation of what exactly happened. Olson flinched and Evelyn turned her eyes down when they heard about the way they had been found naked together, had committed the exact same pleasurable acts.
The couples separated, making a date to meet again in the evening in Chuck's room while they spent the day discussing the possibilities of making their swapping a regular thing. Chuck and Evelyn drove around, talking over the roar of the wind as their convertible sped down half a dozen different highways, over hamburgers at a roadside grill, on a mountainside watching the incomparable sunset. They felt warmly towards each other, both recognizing the string involved in their shared honesty.
Night over Miami. The streets crowded with tourists filled cars rushing off to the Fontainbleu, the Eden Rock, a hundred night spots catering to those seeking excitement and human contact. Glittering lights out on the bay, power boats and sleek yachts carrying the carousing out to sea. And in the hotel room Chuck and Evelyn were waiting for their friends to arrive. They had given much thought to the way they would meet them and finally decided that the simple approach was the best. Evelyn was wearing a pale pink negligee through which the copper sheen of her cunt hairs shone attractively. Chuck, wearing a wrap-around Japanese short kimono, his strong legs showing, the straps loose and his manly chest drawing on any woman's gaze.
They were sitting on the patio when the knock sounded on the door and Olson and Barbara walked in. They exchanged wry smiles. Much of their embarrassment had passed but when Chuck walked up to Barbara, took her in his arms and kissed her lasciviously on the lips, symbolically everyone was together.
Chuck and Evelyn sat on the bed while their visitors disrobed. Olson was out of his clothes in a second while Barbara decided to make a little show of it. She unbuttoned her see thru blouse, (Chuck had always wondered when women wore them, he never saw any on the street) and pulled it up over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, of course, and had applied some sort of rouge to her nipples. Her large tits bobbed beautifully, getting both men hard immediately. Evelyn got a little jealous that the other woman was hogging all the erotic attention so she got up and turned the act into a duo. She swayed back and forth, her finger telling an erotic story of four people who had met in a Miami hotel room to fuck until the dawn came through the window. A modern wahine. Barbara rolled her skirt down over her full hips, adding a little bump and grind to her repertoire.
Both men sported impressive hard-ons. The woman danced on, displaying their charms from every angle. Evelyn bent far back, her legs slightly spread, the pink lips of her snatch poking out. The temperature in the room rose, the smell of sweat, sex sweat, began to become discernible. The men looked at each other, checking who would make the first move, who would swap his wife for the first time, in front of the others. The decision went to Chuck. He glanced once at his wife and then beckoned Barbara over as that woman's husband removed himself from the bed.
They kneeled facing each other. Chuck stretched out his hands and firmly took hold of her swelling tits. Barbara threw her head back and grinned. Chuck squeezed those luscious melons, taking the nipples between his fingers. Twisting. The pleasure coursing through her body, goose bumps. Barbara put her hands on her thighs and rubbed, like a cat, like a movie heroine. Chuck bent then, burying his face in her pubic thatch. His tongue licking in her moist slit. Slurping away. He pulled her clit between his teeth and Barbara squirmed under his oral questing. Wet, pink cloying meat. He ate her like a starving man. He rubbed her sleek ass. Barbara twisted, matching his every move. Her hands were sweeping across his strong, manly back. She reached beneath his bent torso and gripped his cock with both hands. One finger rubbed around the rim of his knob. Chuck sucked harder on her pussy.
He lifted his face, his mouth wet with the woman's juices. Sucked in a mouthful of tit, the cherry tit straining under the twiddling of his tongue. Barbara was writhing, pushing herself at his titillating mouth, twining her fingers in his hair. She was hot. The spectators, her husband and her partner's wife only served to make it more exciting. "Fuck me", she whispered," put it in".
Chuck moved to her desire. He pushed her lightly, sending her onto her back. Her thighs spread apart, her snatch a beckoning receptacle. In the moment before he swept down on top of her, Chuck swore he could see her clit wagging at him, promising him ecstasy. Then he was pressed down on her swelling plains. She nipped him with her thighs. She found out his cock and directed it to her itching hole. Little moans escaping her lips, her eyes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. She fastened her mouth over his and dealt a great sucking kiss, pulling all the breath from him, gobbling his air as her cunt would gobble his sperm.
His cock was at her entrance and Barbara lunged up at him, impaling herself, drawing the length of cock inside. She gasped at the thrilling hardness, at the feel of his life poking deep into her belly. He rested in her without moving, feeling the twitching inner walls of her pussy pulling on his sensitive flesh. Barbara revolved her hips in small circles, grinding her pelvis against Chuck's. Breathing hoarsely into his ear, her tongue swirling, sending the electrical charge downwards till it met the dynamo of their joined sexes.
"Good, so good", she groaned, pressing his ass, her hands fluttering without direction over Chuck's back and ass, not knowing what to do with herself but move and fuck. He slid his cock back and forth in her thickening syrup, his hard flesh sinking into her soft, yielding pool. He raised himself up on his arms and looked down at the joining of their sweating, straining bodies, watching his cock move into her pussy drawing on him as he pulled out, pouting, wet, wet. The pink, delicious flesh.
He slipped his arms beneath her knees and pushed them all the way till she was bent in half, her knees touching the mattress behind her shoulders. He settled securely between her thighs. Feeling the clutch of her pussy. And they rocked, a cradle of erotica. Putting a rhythm into their movements, settling down to the drive towards an orgasm. Their hips churned together, the sound of wet flesh sliding. Barbara's arms were around his broad back, squeezing him against her breasts. Their tongues locking together, saliva dripping from his into her throat and swallowed. On and on, Chuck controlling himself beautifully. Moving as he felt she wanted it. Occasionally he interrupted his rocking to pull back, to the very edge of her plump lips, and then ram hard, pulling moans and groans, panting, shaking. Her thighs quivery, his cock a pounding hammer.
Olson watched, his eyes wide. His own heart was beating madly, his cock throbbing, gorged with blood, sticking up hard and straight. He could not pull his gaze from the fucking couple. He saw his wife's face in the contortions he knew well. She was being fucked, but good. His hand unconsciously went to his prick. He could not quite connect his wife's passion without his own being there. He did not understand how it wasn't his cock reaming her out. And then his hand was pushed away, his circling, jerking fingers replaced with saliva. Rubbing around the head. Tinglings, rushes of warmth. He grabbed handfuls of her silky auburn hair, squeezing. He did not need to push her head, she was swallowing him all up. Pressing his balls between her palms.
Her mouth moved fast on him. The oval of her lips swooping along his entire length so the hair of his crotch tickled her nose. Incredible suction to her smooth lips, as good as a cunt. Her tongue pressing at the tip of his licked prick.
He watched. Churning his hips at Evelyn's wide stretched mouth in time to the cunt filling thrusts Chuck was pouring into Barbara. The mattress was squeaking as Chuck pounded harder at his lover, rocking her body, stretching on the rack of desire. Stuffing her belly with his virile meat. His buttocks for the final stretch. He let her lower one leg, the other shapely pillar still stretched back behind her head. A new, delightful pressure on his cock, her svelte body stretched into sexual contortions.
Barbara started slapping her partner's ass. Beating him on, hurrying his thrusts. She wanted it hard then. Spreading herself as far open as possible, a boiling whirlpool for her cunt. Flagging him on like a cowgirl her horse. Her fingers poking between his cheeks, pressing into his asshole just to the first knuckle, but twisting there, vibrating. The rush of pleasure shooting right through him, his cock feeling ready to explode. He reared back almost out of her cunt and rammed with all his strength, ready to split her open, the geyser of hot, sticky sperm shooting out, drenching her insides. A high, piercing scream from Barbara, growing louder, more vocal as she became more released, let her body do its will. Her finger plunged all the way up his ass, her legs closed vise-like around his hips and her twat convulsed, her belly shook, tears started from beneath her fluttering lashes, her mouth hung open as she passed into the delirium of a perfect orgasm, only seconds after the last deposits of come poured from his prick.
And more sounds filled the room. Evelyn was gagging as Olson humped into her mouth, driving his prick urgently. Scratching himself on her teeth, beating against the back of her throat. Watching his wife shake in the throes of skyrocketing passion. He held Evelyn's head tightly and plunged into her moist oral cavern, then stood stock still, sighing as the fluid left his balls and travelled its prick-rending way through his tubes. Evelyn gulped the warm stuff down, as much as she could. The pale gism oozing out at the sides of her mouth, a thrilling slurping sound, tremors shaking Olson's body even after the come had been emptied from him. The emotion of it. Her mouth sucking softly on him as the gism slid down to her belly.
CHAPTER 7
The foursome's first evening together was rather tame. The men fucked their own wives after their first switch. They had a nightcap and then split up after exchanging phone numbers and promising to meet when they got back to New York. Everyone did their best to act cool, nonchalant, sophisticated. The strain set in when the couples were alone, they were reticent in discussing their experiences, both husbands a little ill at ease, imagining that their wives had enjoyed making it with the other man more than they did with them, that now they'd had a taste of extra-marital fucking they'd be impossible to manage, to keep from catting it around.
What happened instead was that they were all more attentive to the desires of their spouses. They were more explicit in asking for the satisfaction of their desires. A liking for getting it in the ass had developed in Barbara after her experience with the alligator wrestler and she was able to ask Olson to do it for her. Evelyn liked to jerk Chuck off between her tits and in the crease of her ass, the cheeks of which she could squeeze together very well, making those rounded mounds a very desirable place to sink a hot cock.
After a week the couples no longer talked of swapping. Two weeks later Chuck tore the page with the Boyd's phone number and address out of his address book and flushed it down the toilet. But it wasn't going to end that simply. They went to the movies and saw I ,A Woman a Swedish picture. That sweet young tit, the shot of that guy in the hospital eating his nurse out, fucking her right in the ward. He was a little embarrassed when Evelyn put her hand on his lap and came up with a hard-on. And she was moistening up herself. They wanted fucking and variety, the whole luscious assortment of asses, tits and cocks that passed by them every day held a sure fascination.
Evelyn felt very lucky then when she happened into her hairdressers and found none other than Barbara Boyd under the hair drier right next to hers. They greeted each other enthusiastically and decided to get together with their husbands on Friday night. The whole thing was set.
Friday afternoon two dozen American Beauty roses arrived at Evelyn's home with a cute little note, from Olson saying how he looked forward to their evening together. She took a nap in the afternoon, storing up her energy. When Chuck got home from work she had already made herself beautiful. A warm bubble-bath after nap. Stroking the fullness of her tits, toying with her own pink nipples till the bath water sloshed over the side with the churning of her hips. She slid her palms over the sleekness of her hips, the warm flush of her fleshy thighs. Diddling at the entrance of her snatch with the familiarity of years of slow, loving masturbation. One fingertip centering on the taut little clitoris. Pressing it, flicking it with the sharpness of her long nails. Rubbing her whole palm into her head back on a rubber pillow. Her eyes closed, languorously, she dreamt her fantasies of sex, the big cocks, the men taking her on trips into the darkest of passions. All the while stroking herself into a frenzy, and fell on the bath brush. The long, blue plastic handle. A gleam entered her eye as she reached for it. Caressing the plastic, feeling its length and hardness. She dipped the brush beneath the soapy waves of her bath. She trailed it up her thigh from the knee, rubbing herself gently. She pressed the wide end of the handle against her lips. She felt her cunt opening to it, spreading to take the width. She lifted her legs and rested them up on the sides of the tub, feeling the warm water slosh at her gaping snatch. She pushed on with the brush. Her teeth were clenched, the breath escaping with a small hiss as the brush pressed on, up her cunt. She held the instrument with both hands and fed she knew not how many inches into her demanding pussy. The water did not put out her flame. The brush handle pushed it further and further into her till it felt like her belly was an incendiary bomb. She stroked in and out, sawing the thing in and out of her cunt, humping her tight, full ass on the tub bottom. Going at it with all her heart and soul, penetrating a bit more on every thrust. She had never had anything so deep inside her before. The sleek meat of her tunnel opening to the press of her tool. Till she rocked into an orgasm. Her hands releasing the brush to steady herself in the tub, keep from drowning in her ecstasy. The brush bobbing there in her cunt. Rasping breath as she slowly calmed and then got ready to fuck through the night, her mind aflame with strange whims and fancies.
They had a quiet, intimate dinner. Candlelight, beef stroganoff delivered from the gourmet shop, truly delicious. A bottle of wine, finished to the dregs and resulting in a warm haziness, a comfortable buzz in their limbs. They lay back on the couch, stroking each other pleasantly, nibbling, nuzzling, exchanging deep kisses.
The doorbell rang at about eight o'clock never had the chimes sounded so promising, so full of rosy implications. Olson and Barbara stood at the door bathed in smiles. They came in amidst a flurry of handshakes and kisses. Soft music from the stereo was the only concession to embarrassment. Olson and chuck sat down together trying to get to know each other a bit, exchanging anecdotes about their work. The girls spoke about fashion, Evelyn had once wanted to be a designer. And they drank. And they became rosier, color seeping into their cheeks. Their palms a little sweaty. Olson's tie came off, a few buttons of his shirt were opened. The women shifted in their seats. And then it was clear that they wanted to go up to the bedroom so they did.
Olson started taking off his clothes immediately and within minutes all four of them were naked. Hands back and across the sleek skins, pressing from every direction, a melange of attractions. Olson gathered Evelyn into his embrace, her tits pressing into his chest, their pubic hair winding together. His hands travelled down from her thin shoulders, across the plain of her back, gathering the rich mounds of her ass. Evelyn twined around him like a cat, her thighs pressing on the outside of his, trying to climb up on him, anxious for his big pole to fly up her twat. Throwing her caution in the way of her clothes.
On the other side of the bed Barbara was lying face down. Chuck's fingers were tickling her smooth ass. Carefully kneading the cheeks, rubbing the velveteen surface. Barbara stretching, arching her back, raising her rump to her partner's touch. The double sides of passion.
The couples stroked each other into a heat. Four crotches fondled by four pairs of hands, every opening of the body probed, caressed. The separate desires orchestrated into a symphony of fucking intensity. When they were ready to fuck they split up, Chuck and Barbara staying in the master bedroom while Evelyn and Olson went down the hall to the guest room. They would enjoy each other in private, simply swap before getting down to a group scene.
Chuck and Barbara left off from their caresses to watch the other couple stroll out of the room, hands moving even as they walked. The door clicked shut and Chuck's mouth replaced the slow coursing of his hands across the beautiful woman's ass. He licked the curves of her cheeks and burrowed into the crack, his tongue an instrument of thrilling exploration. He loved the entirety of that misty shadow, tasting faintly the proof of her animalism. Centering on the small brown nut that was her asshole and the woman shifting constantly beneath his oral caress, moving her ass to direct her pleasure. The tip of Chuck's tongue pushed its way up the tiny passage, forcing the normally tight walls apart, moistening them with his saliva.
Barbara bunched up the sheets into a ball at her crotch and pressed her twat against it, rubbing the moistening lips as Chuck worked on her ass. Giving herself up to the feeling, content to let him lick her as long as he had the strength. Chuck held her by the ankles and bent her legs up, forming her as a cunt into a trough from which he would drink. His torso pressed hard into the bed, lifted, a hold used in wrestling. Her lips spread, her cunt lips, the wet shimmering of her pink meat as the man swallowed the slow drizzle of her juices. He had her suspended, held powerless the ever-mounting passion.
Returning to her asshole, moistening it with the juices of her cunt transported by his probing tongue. Opening up those walls, her asshole spreading wider as she got hotter and her whole body was ready to receive whatever he would give her.
Then the tonguing stopped. Chuck's cock was hard and insistent, he wanted the pulsing female flesh around it. He pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and fluffed it beneath her hips. Her ass elevated, waiting. He crouched close behind her, feeling the warmth of her belly spreading outward. He took firm hold on her smooth hips, pinching the flesh. His cock slipped easily into the groove. Sliding slowly into the wet heat, gathering the pearls of her moisture on his pulsing tool. Pushing on up till his balls bounced heavily against her ass. He swung his hips around, turning his churning cock in her womanly batter. Barbara moaned when he pulled out, hardly having him their long enough. She began to turn over on her back, arms outstretched to carry him down to her. He pressed her back down on her stomach, realigned the pillow underneath her and pressed the length of his cock against her crack. She squeezed her cheeks around him, a delicious pressure. He rubbed his cock between her plush cheeks for a while, letting her redirect the focus of desire to her back entrance, detouring the heat of her belly. When he felt that she was ready, when she was humping back at him with increasing fervor he placed the tip of his cock against the small hole. Barbara tensed, closing herself off to him in a natural reflex, before relaxing her body and waiting for the sweet stab.
Chuck raised himself on his hands and his toes. His only point of contact with the woman was at her hole. He lowered his weight and his prick twisted a bit at a time up her anal passage. Barbara squealed at the penetration within as much away from him as toward him. But Chuck was solid down, all the way in. His cock pressed in the tightness of her cute butt. He lay in her, letting her accommodate the size of his cock. Pulling out, slowly, enjoying the full benefits of her tightness, pulling till just the head of his staff was enclosed. Barbara nipped at him with her ass, trying to slow him, make him ease up on her. But Chuck was fucking hot. He plunged back in. Barbara gagging at the harshness of it. Writhing like a landed fish. Her concentration on pleasure somehow gone, forgetting her desire and feeling only the pain.
Chuck felt her go away from him and his own passion was interrupted. He slapped her hard on the side of her ass, his blows sounding sharply. Barbara was shocked, she hadn't expected it. The breath whooshed out of her and her body tensed then went limp. In those few moments when her body had taken over. Chuck resumed his thrusts. Going more slowly now for her benefit. Concentrating each time he dipped his cock the full route up her ass. And Barbara responded. She no longer bucked but put a rhythm into her movements, working together with her lover. Pulling the sperm from the depth of his balls with the sliding pressure of her ass. It really turned him on, knowing that there was pain and that she was flying to it, pushing her ass back at him, swallowing his cock into her tightness, wanting him in her. Her ass was getting wetter, the preliminary drops of sperm, her sweat, a melting in her ass. Each thrust was more glorious than the last.
Chuck let go. He fucked like he had always wanted to, without restraint. Barely thinking of the woman, his cock flying up her ass would supply the same pleasure for her no matter how he rocked her. The gism was swirling in his balls. He gripped her tighter about the hips, putting his full weight into every lunge of his straining prick. Barbara could feel him coming. She squeezed tight with her ass, making his last few movements in her asshole agonizingly pleasurable. He shot his hot load, grunting, scratching at her back. It seemed to take forever, the sperm pressing through the pinched tubes of his big dick.
Evelyn moaned through a dried throat with exertion. Olson pumping heavy geysers of his sperm into the slick folds of her pussy, bathing her down to the gates of her womb. Evelyn held tightly to Olson's broad shoulders, her legs crossed over his shuddering back as the last drops of his essence squeezed out of him, searching for a home that the wonders of science as represented by the pill denied them.
It had been a good, solid fuck. More exciting in some ways than Evelyn's love making with Chuck. It wasn't cluttered up with the way they felt about each other, nothing carried over from say, argument they might have had during the day, no exertion involved in showing off their love for each other. This was an affair of meat. Stiff, hard male flesh burrowing into the pink recesses of womanly flesh. The ecstasy of thrusts given and taken in the dark of recognition, the mingling of pure sex juices. Nothing to do but feel good in every way imaginable.
Olson pulling his wilting prick, covered with the juices of their orgasms, out of Evelyn's relaxing cunt. He lay heavily on her, trying to catch his breath, slow it down from the dizzying heaving that it was. His hand trailed casually across her taut nipples, squeezing the torrid buttons of flesh, keeping the tingle coursing through her body. They were covered with the sweat of their exercise, a beautifully acrid aroma, the healthy smell of human bodies in joining.
As they passed into a charged calm Olson began to kiss and nibble gently at Evelyn's tits. He swooped down upon her a cute little red hair in her cleavage and teasingly pulled it out with her teeth. Evelyn giggled. Now that the first rushed of anticipation and fuck had been satisfied a small discomfort began to creep into her. She needed to keep her body and desire at a high pitch. After all, she didn't know the man, didn't even know if she liked him, if she would have wanted him for a friend if her aching cunt hadn't given the order. She knew her skin, her flesh, her very womanly essence reacted to his touch like a magnet to the first rush of electricity, galvanizing her, putting her beyond the ability to stop. Olson gathered a nipple between his lips, sucking on the small, tangy fruit. His tongue swirled around the tip.
There was a magic to this touching. She felt the cells of her breast coming to a new life, stretching, flowering outward. New currents running in the surface of her twin mounds, her breasts pushed forward by the cat-like arching of her back.
Olson licked more broadly around her nipple. Arching like a cat, he thought. Maybe that's why they call them pussy. Feline, he murmured in his throat as he sucked on a mouthful of flesh. Pussy, chat, curving and arching and wanting to get fucked when the heat is on them. Her movements were so fluid as she turned her whole body around the hub of his probing tongue. He could feel her changing the focus of her sensations as he moved his tongue over the small mountain of her tits, down into the valley of her cleavage, across the beautiful geography of her swelling belly. The oasis that was her navel. Poking into it with his tongue, flicking out the smallest little piece of lint. A tell-tale trail of goose bumps showing the path his tongue had taken. Evelyn's belly was undulating, her hips swaying, the most gentle of humping motions as her perfectly formed ass pressed up and down on the mattress. She felt his mouth approaching her depth, her cunt petals spreading open to deliver up its honey to the stinging bee. The sweetness of anticipation. He took his time, Olson being a man who understood the workings of woman. Sensing the degree of their passion, widening the springs just tight enough before pressing onto the alarm.
He nippled on the hairs of her pubic thatch. Letting the auburn tendrils tickle his lips, brush against his nose. What a masterpiece he would let her paint with that brush on the canvas of his prick!
Evelyn spread her legs. Or, more exactly, she followed the commands of her kindling twat. The heat said, thighs spread so the pleasure may approach me more closely. Delicate traceries of sweat drops on her flushed thighs. A dried streak where her cup had runneth over, the juices falling down in warm rain of sex.
The scent of her womanhood reached his nostrils. He inhaled deeply. More exhilarating than the fumes of marijuana. With his fingertips he separated the lips of her pussy, his eyes closed, savoring the heady aroma. Then looking at the banquet of her cunt. The smooth slickness of those plump lips, her cunt a mound, a holy mountain between the temple walls of her thighs. The well glistening at the bottom of her sex, the juices already pooling up, crops cascading along her leg.
His tongue inched further out, so far it almost hurt him. He licked up the nectar of her desire. He licked first the bottom, the smooth flesh between her cunt and asshole, (the English call a cunt a quim, he thought, better he should call it a quail, the succulent bird hiding in the forest) lapping the droplets as they followed. Following the moisture to its source. Plunging till his lips were pressed against the wet cunt. His tongue going deep into her grotto, a moisture more beautiful, more satisfying than the crystal greens and blues of the Aegean.
Evelyn raised her legs high up into the air. Opening herself up to his loving. Her cunt straining to pull him close in. She loved the slide of his tongue. It was so good. She couldn't even explain the way it felt, and that was magical too. Just a rubbing. The sort of sensation you can feel in a dream. It was so obviously physical and yet a part of the other world. She could not make out the outline of his tongue, that sweet area between her legs had lost its definition. Good, good, were the words running through her head. Sliding in and out, being drunk down by a man whose thirst made him even more attractive.
Olson lapped at her for what seemed an eternity. Licking up and swallowing her juices and yet never leaving her dry, the cup that magically refilled. Her cunt was a fairy-tale.
Eventually Olson tired of his delving.. His tongue moved up the colonnade of her snatch, swiping up the slick groove. Oh, she was so wet and aromatic. Olson pressed his whole face between her legs, soaking up the pleasure with all his senses. He swore he could hear the blood flowing in her cunt, felt her smelled her, tasted her. His consciousness was full, centered on the joys of her luscious pussy.
Evelyn could not keep still. She forced herself against him, slid up and down on his face, even the press of his nose giving her pleasure. Pleasure was everywhere on that bed.
Olson's hands found their way beneath her, cupping the heart pounding roundness of her ass. He pulled her to him and burrowed deeper into her, no longer sucking her juices and savoring her taste like a gourmet, but eating her lustily like a starving man at a feast. He pulled the lips of her cunt into his mouth, sucking them, chewing on the resilient flesh. His teeth prickling her, a wonderful rush of passion. It was wonderful, she wished she could have felt it all so strongly that day she was on the beach and all those men were fucking her.
And then she no longer wanted only to feel the rushing heat, the dazzling sensations. She itched to give, to put out her own rays of her sex heat. She lifted Olson from his feasting at her cunt. With amazing grace and quickness Evelyn turned about on the bed, her feet pointing towards the pillow that had been pushed up and squeezed in between the headboards and the mattress in their previous frenzies. She looked up at Olson kneeling at her head, his stiff, ready cock juts inches away from her.
She reached up and put her arms around his waist, pulling him back down to lick her cunt, wanting him to lick her till she fainted. She waited till she felt the probing of his tongue in her juicy snatch. Then her lips opened and, pressing on Olson's back she slid his cock into her mouth. Just the head at first. Sipping at the tip, she squeezed his balls with the fingers of one hand, running her other hand across the hardness of his ass. It was so beautiful that men were hard and women were soft, it seemed to be preordained of course, the bodies constructed to give pleasure or else the pleasure learned in a way that allowed the bodies, their difference, to be most effective in passion. She stretched her lips to enclose the whole off his big prick. Her tongue swirling about the head as her lips sucked, her cheeks billowing with her exertion. Sliding up and down the length of his staff. Eating him and he ate her.
His hips soon were moving. He moved in and out, fucking her sweet mouth, loving the liveliness of her tongue. He was utterly engrossed in the recesses of the woman's cunt. The delicious feeling traveling up his own sex was out of this world. Intruding on his gently at first. He sucked and licked, nipping at her twitching clit every once in a while. And the warm loving of her tongue and mouth on him slowly penetrated his senses. First just a vague perception of feeling very good in his cock. Warmth, enclosure. And then, pushing him more urgently, his balls tightening, sperm beginning to store up and ready for its ecstatic escape through the tubes. Her teeth biting him gently, full awareness of the way in which his cock was being treated, the pleasure of her kisses, her oral embrace. Humping into her mouth. Knowing at one and the same time the perfect give of her twat against his mouth and the stretching of her plaint lips around his cock, rubbing him for the length of it, squeezing his balls. He began to jerk into her mouth, his concentration broken, not knowing what most delighted him.
Evelyn closed her thighs around Olson's head. She no longer wanted him to go on slowly. She felt an orgasm building in her belly. Her clit was against his lips and she wanted him to batter it with his tongue. She held his mouth against that the demanding spot. Moving her legs like an athlete swinging on the parallel bars, trying to get momentum for the big flip. She gobbled on his cock in a frenzy. Her body, writhing, pinned at two points at her own cunt and at her mouth, the big pin of his cock. Her lips sliding along the full length of his big pole, not minding hardly noticing when an especially hard thrust would send his cock scraping against the back of her throat. She would strangle herself on it if she had to, to get the hot juice out of it, to hold on till her own climax carried her aloft.
She felt it unmistakably. The avalanche deep in her belly, the clamor at the gates of her womb. A tensing as if her soul was fighting for escape within her. Passage of secret, sexual electricity through her skin, sex coming out of her pores. Her legs quivering, losing her hold around the man's neck in her frenzy. Sucking on his cock only because by them it to had become obsession. He was sunk there until the gism poured from him, until he felt like coming out. She would suck on his prick forever if he wanted her to.
Then it was ripped from her. Olson had pulled her twitching clit into his mouth and was sucking on her violently, battering the bit of flesh with his tongue. Beating her into a climax. It swelled and burst from her. Her legs flinging out side and then squeezing together. The juices bubbling at the end of her cunt, the pool filling up for Olson to drink from, to slacken his thirst if such a thing were possible for him.
And at the other end of his connection, his cock sliding back and forth in Evelyn's mouth, her cheeks swelled. The gism there to seeking an exit. All the fluids of their bodies suddenly wanting out, the pleasure of release. Pounding through the tubes of his cock, bursting out. Evelyn gurgled delightfully as her mouth filled with his milky nectar. Sucking down his come, new muscles appeared his her lips as she sucked all the harder, making the final moment the most excruciatingly beautiful. Olson groaned into her pussy as the gism spouted from him. He pressed down on her, his cock going to the back of her throat, her nose rubbing in his thick pubic hair. The gism sliding straight down her throat.
When they separated in exhaustion, Olson's cock was losing its erection, the juices were evaporating out of Evelyn's cunt. They rearranged themselves on the bed so they were facing each other. Evelyn kissed him warmly on the lips, moistening his tongue with his own come. Pressing her own tongue between his lips till he opened his mouth and then surprising him, his mouth filled up with warm, sticky liquid. She had kept a portion of his come in her mouth and passed it into his. Olson swallowed his own sperm.
CHAPTER 8
It was after midnight when Barbara knocked on the door of the bedroom where Evelyn and Olson had so energetically passed the hours since their arrival. The couples met in the living room and reassembled in their original order, Chuck and Evelyn, Barbara and Olson. They did not touch each other much, most of their energy and ambition having been used up. There was a very special warmth between them though. Reassurance almost. It was easy to see, the sex swelled eyes, the languid walk, that all four lovers had been very satisfied. And yet husband and wife were back together. Seemingly just as they had been before they met. There was an air of communion around the foursome. An old bogeyman of infidelity had been smitten. He had been bearded in his den. They had approached the anarchy vortex of sex and emerged with their bonds intact. Never again would they have to look on an especially attractive man or woman with neurotic jealousy. Everybody was groovy. The kicks were where they came from. Or at least they were along the road to feel that way. The thoughts were in their minds if not completely assimilated, not already part of their emotional networks.
Chuck poured drinks for them and they sat around on the comfortable living room armchairs listening, to the Tijuana Brass and Dionne Warwick come stereophonically through the airwaves. The liquor worked quickly on them. They hadn't eaten in a number of hours and the alcohol went directly to the brain. They were all dressed in kimono type dressing gowns that hung casually, there was really little point in trying to cover up nakedness. Barbara had bought the dressing gowns along. She thought it would be fitting, almost symbolic, if they all wore the same garments when gathered together. Trying to keep down the differences, to make it clear that everyone was united there, looking for the same thing, pleasure.
They got high and turned on again to fucking. This time they were going to do it all together. It was a big, comfortable house. The bedrooms had seemed appropriate for the private sex and the den now seemed the best place to get all together. Chuck spread out the mats that he used when he practiced judo with some of his friends and they had a comfortable pallet on the floor. The kimonos slipped off and they were naked again. Chuck noticed a hickey on Evelyn's neck. Olson saw the stickiness of his wife's pubic hair, sticky with the juices of her lovemaking with the other man.
The four of them lay down on the mat, not knowing just how to begin all at once. Chuck went back into the living room and turned on the remote stereo speaker. Soft music funneled into the den and Chuck turned off the lights on the way back to the mats.
A new mood come over the room. The music played gently, soothingly. They lay, listening to the sound of their own breathing, the way it evened out until they were inhaling and exhaling in concert. Within the lull some movement began. Evelyn was lying between Olson and Chuck. She felt their different touches at her breasts and thigh. The thrills rushing to collide somewhere at her solar plexus, a shock running through her with about the same force as a sharp blow. Never before had she been fondled by two men. Two pairs of hands moving to different impulses, searching for different delights in the treasure box of her body.
Chuck ran his fingers over the familiar rise of her flawless tits. Caressing the rising points, filling with the blood of her desire. She wriggled on the mat but didn't quite know which way to wiggle. The hand at her thigh was arousing her, she wanted to wiggle her hips. And her tits, she wanted them arched forward into her husbands sure grasp.
Finally it became clear, the way to make it with two men. Just lay back and enjoy it. Let them toy, and tease, and excite her into oblivion. Open her whole body to any and all of their caressing, make herself ready to receive pleasure at any point.
Olson explored the creamy texture of her thighs. Running his hand softly, contemplatively along the sleek lines. Feeling the warmth of her skin, the freshness. Rubbing till he reached the bristly thatch of her pubic bush. Twirling in the juncture of her thighs, probing at the soft secrets of her crotch.
At the same time her breasts were being subjected to the most delicious of fondlings. Her nipples gathered between thumb and forefinger. Chuck twisted them, pulling the heat from her belly. Both hands picked up a wider range. Sliding along every portion of her body, Olson on her tits, Chuck at her pussy, prizing apart her lips, delving into the moist warmth. The men's hands met for the first time and they knew that both were fondling the same luscious prize. They continued without comment, the thought serving to excite them more quickly, the strangeness of it.
Barbara could hear the cool sliding of hands against flesh, and hear the labored breathing begin in her three companions. She saw the outline of Evelyn's sharp intake as a finger moved deep into her cunt, swirling around within her, rubbing against all the walls of her hot cunt. In the darkness Barbara pouted, feeling understandably left out. She tried for a moment to excite herself with her own touch. Sometime it would be her turn to feel both men working on her. She imagined the sensation and tried to close her mind to the workings of her hands, to let them wander as if they didn't belong to her. She crossed her arms and squeezed on both of her tits. Her mouth opening as the nipples jumped into hardness, fitting perfectly into the palms of small hands. She slid quickly down to her twat, anxious to feel some comfort to that steaming comer. She pushed the soft pads of her fingertips between the wet petals. The feel of her own pink meat turning her on, the pressure in the most tender places. She listened for the sounds of Evelyn's pleasure taking them for her own. Wondering at the strange thrill she was getting from the woman's fucking.
Evelyn had turned on her side. Her mouth pressed tightly against her husbands, their tongues dueling in the midst of a passionate kiss. Swallowing each others thick, bubbling saliva. She felt the hard muscles of his back, and then squeezing her long tapered finger in the crack. Evelyn probed at Chuck's asshole. She felt his cock rising hard, and strong against her belly. Getting more excited as she felt the fuck drawing close to her. And from behind, the most fantastic of it all. Her hands involved with cock and Olson there, molding her sweet ass. She imagined the pleasure he was getting from the velvet smoothness of her ass. Imagined the rushes of hot desire that she was swelling both man's cocks simply with the bounty of her form.
Olson cupped her cheeks. Her crack was moist with the sweat of her growing hunger and the man ran his finger there without difficulty, sliding. He reached further down, fingering her cunt from behind. Feeling the juices running there, pushing upwards to cause the gasp that so turned Barbara on. Evelyn pressed down on the searching finger, drawing him all the way into her, revolving on it as best she could without breaking her kiss with Chuck.
The sensations were swelling within her, she couldn't tell where the next tingling would begin. Chuck raised one long leg and pulled it over his hip. Her cunt exposed to his advance. The swelled lips spread apart. Evelyn reached down and gasped his hot cock directing it towards her waiting slit. She felt the first blissful contact and then gasped in surprise. Olson was pressing his cock into her from behind. She was beside herself. Chuck felt the other man's cock pressing into his chosen territory and anger welled within him till he realized why they were all there. A picture of Evelyn on the beach in Florida flashed through his mind, cock after cock buried to the hilt in her tattered snatch. What the hell, he thought, it'll be a kick. He pushed on and Olson met his striving. He had long imagined what it would feel like to rub against another cock at the same time he was plugging some delectable hole.
Olson held back for a moment. They would never have been able to get in at the same time, no cunt was big enough to take on both of those big instruments in one lunge. Chuck pushed his cock deep into her slick cunt, all they way to his balls. He luxuriated in the penetrating warmth, felt the churning of her insides pressing down at his prick. It was blowing her mind. That other big cock urging her cunt, pressing into the widened pussy. The erections pressed tightly together. Olson climbing up Chuck's cock to force his way into her.
A sharp pain at her cunt as she was widened beyond any previous experience. The most subtle of pains, lost within the greater, more consuming lushness of sex joy. She was filled to bursting. Never would she want anything more in their.
Evelyn lifted her leg up high, stretching her cunt as much as possible. With difficulty Olson got first one, then two inches of his big prick to snuggle into her packed hole. Her juice ran down in torrents, bathing the battering instruments, nature preparing for the most welcome of guests. Her passage lubricating, accommodating the heavy load.
Chuck couldn't move much, pressed in by Olson's questing cock. The contractions of his wife's inner walls was something else though. Never had he felt her spasming like that. As if there was a grasping hand reaching out of her womb to tantalize the tip of his prick.
Olson plunged furiously. With each thrust rubbing against Chuck's cock, giving the man the double pleasure of his wife's soft cunt and his own sliding. The sawing within her. Evelyn was berserk with the ecstasy. Writhing in every direction, unable to control her body in the slightest, so whacked was she with the powerful sex. Olson's thrusts pushing Chuck's cock in deeper and on his withdrawal moving it deliciously in Evelyn's clutching quim.
Evelyn felt their lean bodies closing on her from both sides, totally enveloping her, manflesh heavy at her front and back. Her eyes were closed and she swam in a sea of desire. The two male forces converging in the pit of her womanliness. Being rocked from both sides so that a tidal wave formed between her legs, a whirlpool dizzying her. The Ups of her cunt were swollen beyond imagination, the two big pricks sliding in and out, every surface of her packed sex being massaged.
Barbara listened to the moans and writhings of her three companions. Her mind exaggerating the movements of the three shadows fucking beside her on the mat. Her fingers plunged repeatedly in her soaking snatch. Plucking at the petals of her cunt, rubbing without cease on the hard button of her clitoris. She listened to Evelyn's near delirious mumblings, Fuck, Fuck, and bucked violently on her own fingers. Finally she rolled onto her side and forced the mound of her pelvis against Chuck's working buttocks, pushing into his crack. The contractions of his thrusts into Evelyn caused his cheeks to press on the sensitive petals, bringing Barbara closer and closer to a climax.
Evelyn was lost, floating on the surging tide of sexual abandon. Twin pistons probing her depths. The sound of those stiff poles skimming through the overflowing juices. All that friction, her cunt on fire. The juices of all of them building, churning, ready to flow through the right channels, bathe their organs in the peace of orgasm.
Olson held on tightly to her hips, working determinedly in her swollen tunnel. He was groaning his passion into the woman's ear, his fingers making red marks on her soft flesh as he held on in the fury of it. Then, it was coming, the hot gism shooting out the end of his cock, bathing Evelyn's cunt and her husband's still probing prick. The sticky male juice lubricated her more fully and Chuck roared his passion into her belly. Feeling the new slide. The sweat standing out on his forehead, Barbara full cuntlips pressed between his ass cheeks, a silkiness tickling him from behind. His balls tightened, the sperm gathering for the bursting explosion. Evelyn was scratching at his shoulders, gritting her teeth in the unbearable pleasure of it. Totally the animal is how she felt. No love now but fucking, the male instrument between her softness, a plunging into the yielding sea. Two cocks, never had she ever even been able to dream of it. The fullness, the overflowing. That sticky sperm bathing her insides and a cock still pumping full force inside ... She met her husband's every hump, the cloying meat of her pussy spreading like the water before the bow of a speedboat.
And Chuck, his mind reeling with the mass of sensation and emotion. Feeling that other man's hefty cock rubbing against his own, in his own wife. Not only knowing and giving his understanding to her pleasure but knowing so completely, physically taking part with her in the anonymity of Fuck. The softness of Barbara's snatch reaching his ass, shuffling up to his brain to the rush of powerful feelings, his cock on fire, beyond his control, thrusting to a rhythm he could not identify. The tips of her pubic hairs brushing his sensitive asshole, tingling through his body. The maelstrom.
It was coming now. Rushing through the length of his prick. Evelyn could feel the boiling, the utter abandon that came into her husband, he ramming her over and over, without tenderness, getting the gism out, feeling good. Olson rubbing her ass squeezing the globes in his big hands. As Olson felt the tremblings going through the two he lifted Evelyn off the mat, just a few inches. She was suspended, no connection but in Olson's hands and Chuck's cock frothing in her belly. Lights, explosions deep in the brain as he came, spewing forth his hot liquid. Her cunt contracting around him at the beginning of a violent orgasm. And Barbara pushing from the other side, groaning in his ear, the combined sounds of her and his wife. All around him swirling the sounds of sex, of fucking, of flesh sliding in juices. And Chuck howled as the sperm left his prick. Letting himself out. Evelyn wrapping her legs around his hips, clutching him to her, not wanting his cock to leave. Mashed between the softness of two women, demanding in their lust.
There was silence for a long time after that flurry of fucking. The four of them lay unmoving on the mats, barely touching. Waiting for the beating to go down in their ears, their muscles relax from the quivering. Getting back a sense of themselves after all that mingling of flesh. Chuck was the first to move, padding into the living room in his bare feet to take the record off the machine. Put on something bouncy, to revive their spirits. It was exhausting, this sex business. And not only for his cock. But just getting his head together enough to handle something like Olson and he sharing her at the same time.
He mixed himself a drink before heading back, a cool gin and tonic. They were at it again. Olson was a healthy man it seemed, his cock up and ready so soon. Barbara was sitting on her husband, sawing his cock in and out of her snatch. She had been deprived the last time around and had a mighty hunger waiting to be satisfied. Olson was kneading her tits, fingering her bullet nipples as she revolved around his staff, mixing that broth of her pussy. And Evelyn was sitting on his face. He was getting his fill of cunts, that was for sure. Evelyn ground her pink meat against his lips, drawing his tongue up as far as she could when it penetrated the goblet of her cunt.
Chuck stood and watched. It looked strange. Not really like people getting their kicks, but like some strange new sort of animal that writhed alone in its ecstasy. He watched Barbara rising and falling on her husband's pole, flinging her head from side to side, her eyes closed and heavy lidded. Her full breasts bobbing, cupped from the bottom by Olson. He, lifting his hips to push his cock further in, meet his wife's rising and falling though she was doing most of the work. Not even being able to see her, Evelyn tight around his face, her pubic hair against his nose, the slippery button of her clit between his teeth. Sucking and nibbling on her, having always wanted a cunt to suck while he was fucking, loving cunt so much at the minute he wanted to kiss it, tongue it, show his affection for the pink meat. Tasting her juices, imagining his cock plowing through the same brew, riding the surf of sex. Sometimes relinquishing his hold on Barbara's tits to press between her legs, feel his cock sliding in, pressing her clit, sending her for that moment skyrocketing, dizzying fast.
Chuck's cock rose from it dormant state. Hard and reddened. The drop of moisture at the tip. He stroked himself for a moment, his fingers forming a circle, jerking gently at his meat. Then he stepped across the threshold, into the darkness of the room, amid the sounds of people straining against each other's bodies. He stepped in front of his wife. Saw her closed eyes, the ecstatic expression lifting the corners of her mouth. The undulating roll of her belly as she pushed down at Olson's questing tongue, sipping his lips.
He kneeled down and kissed her, poking his tongue past her lips, into the cavern of her mouth. Running the tip across his wife's teeth, rolling in her saliva. It was warm there, her tongue, a living breathing animal. His desire crystallized. He rose up again. His hands twining her auburn hair, ringlets around his fingers. He touched her lips with his cock. She opened her mouth at the first contact. Knowing what was wanted and wanting it herself. Her tongue swept across the head of his cock, bathing it with smoothing saliva. The dark color of his prick. Her lips closing around the tip as Olson beat on between her legs. A magnificent arrangement of flesh. Orifices plugged in numerous ways. Lips, cocks, cunts, all active, engaged. Chuck took the whole thing in, saw the joining of Barbara and her husband. The wet pole sliding between the pink gates into her belly, the bubbling drops of juice seeping out. Her full tits bouncing. Barely seeing Olson beneath the swirl of female flesh.
Evelyn sucked at him with increasing vigor, as the pleasure in her pussy rose so did her energy. She took her husband's cock down to the balls, squeezing the nuts. Gobbling on him with delight, sucking, tonguing. The tip of that pink pointy tongue playing at his pee hole. An excruciating beautiful trickle of pain. He was slick. Wet, hot. Fucking her in the mouth as his desire was transmitted to his hips. Lust rather than simple enjoyment. Wanting to come more important than the beautiful soft feeling. Her tongue, her lips, her tinkling teeth.
This time they were all together, everybody involved, all connected. Cock to cunt to mouth. All the sensitive tissue. Writhing and pumping. Barbara swallowing air each time her husband's big dick traveled its full length up her clutching hole.
Dripping juices, desirous beyond thought. Wanting a fuck, a heavy, hearty fuck. Wanted to get reamed out. She was rising high, almost till his cock was out of her before dropping all of her weight and plunging in one swoop all the way down. Feeling the wallop as their bellies collided, as his cock came to rest so deep, so deep. Her nipples hard points, reddening, swollen. Pushing herself up over the top. Welling within her the wave of orgasm. Swirling waters, whitecaps. A tempestuous sea boiling in her soft belly.
She opened her eyes and saw Evelyn's sweet rounded ass. The shadow of her crack widening and coming together as she rocked herself against Olson's smacking lips. So round, so pink. She reached out to touch the smoothness. Tingling, shivering at her first touch of another woman. Running her fingers into the down at the base of Evelyn's spine. Drawing back her fingers then to concentrate on the lunging in her twat. Olson was drawing near the end. He was coming and lunging up at her mow, lifting his hips clear off the floor to drive at the speed he required. Into the softness, the pink, the meat. The indescribable sound of a cock in a dripping wet pussy.
Chuck came first. Geysering his sticky sperm into his wife's throat. And she gobbling it down, the warm sperm. Rocking backwards, moving on the pivot of Olson's tongue. Her throat gulping, swallowing. The fluid coursing out at the sides of her lips, so copious she could not swallow it all, the sharp powerful bursts of gism.
Then Barbara, a high pitched whine dragged from the depths of her soul. Her teeth clenched against the force of it. She leaned forward and dug her hands into Evelyn's sleek ass to steady herself. Her pinch flopping the auburn haired beauty over the top. The juice streaming from her pussy into Olson's waiting mouth. Olson on the bottom, getting it so beautifully well. Shooting off. The come tearing from his balls, non-stop.
All of them were with some fluid of lovemaking. Panting, holding together in their connections. Evelyn sipping lovingly on her husband's diminishing cock. Squeezing his balls, rubbing up and down the pole, milking him of the last drops of his precious liquid. Loving the feel of him in her mouth when he was softened. Affection imposing itself on this scene of unbridled sex.
Finally they came apart. Tired, filled for the time being with all the pleasures their bodies could give them. They listened to the sounds of the house. Creaking, water dripping, getting back their perspective, remembering exactly where and who they were.
They dressed slowly, feeling the heaviness of their limps. Barbara was asleep as soon as she settled back in the car. Olson driving quickly through the almost deserted street. Not thinking much, his mind fogged out by the nights events. Feeling mildly euphoric along side his drowsiness. Evelyn was such a piece and his own wife, man, she'd never seemed so good. He imagined how it could be in the future. His naturally inventive mind seeing ahead to that time in the future when their little circle might be enlarged to include more and more beauties for his delectation.
CHAPTER NINE
As good as their first meeting had been the Boyd's and the Windsor's didn't get together for more than three weeks. Olson had to go to Chicago on a business trip and they, and this early point of their relationship, didn't feel like making it without him there. Evelyn and Barbara both discussed, in a vague way, the idea of swapping with some of their close friends and didn't find anyone who would admit that it sounded good to them. Even Lea Cohen who was constantly complaining about how her husband couldn't get it up half the time and she had to diddle herself off on a candlestick turned her nose up at the immortality of it. Shit.
But again by coincidence Barbara and Evelyn ran into each other at the hair dresser. It was as if some higher fate was taking care of their meetings. Even if they didn't actively keep contact they would be gently pushed together. Sitting under the dryers they talked as best they could about their evening together. They hadn't had a chance to discuss it yet. Barbara was anxious to know how it felt to have those two big cocks up Evelyn's cunt. "You were certainly moaning loud enough. It was really jealous then. Not that you were fucking with Olson but that you had two of them in you while all I had was my poor little finger." They both laughed. Evelyn described the sensation. The pulling, the rush of feeling, as if wheels were turning in her womb, the two cocks sliding in opposite directions, the combination of feeling. Never only as if it was going up her, but down also. The sensitive flesh being pushed in every direction. Just the telling of it got them both flushed, and it wasn't the heat of the hair dryers doing it.
Barbara told Evelyn how much she admired her husband's physique, how good a lay he was and she was sure that Evelyn had something to do with it, "Why, with someone as luscious as you to go to bed with anybody would know enough to try to make fucking an art."
When the dryers were turned off the girls were surprised to hear a cough, discretely pronounced, behind them. They whirled around as one, surprise streaking their faces as they saw Emil, the hairdresser, a big grin on his face as he listened to their details.
A blush travelled up the women's necks, looking like they were sinking into a pink mist. They were truly flustered, embarrassed. Everyone in town would know about their arrangement in a matter of days, hairdressers were known to be unrestrained gossips. They weren't really ashamed about their sexual adventures but they knew the corporate morality of New Rochelle to be unready to handle anything as blatant as wife-swapping. Why, half the women wouldn't even admit to going down on their men.
But such wasn't to be their problem. Emil bowed and professionally went about finished up the ladies coiffures. He said not a word to them until he was leading them off to the cashier to pay. "I think we might meet for a drink in about an hour when I get off work. I'm sure we'll have lot to talk about." Always proper, he bowed from the waist, showing his exaggeration, and bid the two women good afternoon.
Barbara and Evelyn didn't have to think over his proposition to hard. They wanted no part of any scandal. They found a corner table at the Plandome, the cocktail lounge that Emil had suggested. Drinking one or two gimlets while waiting for their man to appear.
When Emil finally did show he looked like a completely different person. Magically his long, slightly effete sideburns and curls had disappeared. His eyebrows were less shaped and his eyelashes not quite so long. He explained to the two women. "It seems that the ladies of New Rochelle feel most secure when they are having their hair done by someone they consider either asexual or homosexual, definitely no threat. Somehow before when they don't have to mind appearing in deshabille. So I put on a little act."
He told them that he had overheard the discussion about their swapping and said that, since they were looking for more couples, he and his wife would like to join in. The women weren't sure. They didn't know if they should trust a hairdresser who looked like a faggot by day and a stud by night. But when Emil invited them home to meet his wife they decided to chance it. If she looked alright to them they'd all get together with their husbands and see is six were more fun than four.
Emil and his wife Lora lived in an attractive Garden Apartment. Alone but for their Siberian huskies which had the run of the place. Beautiful dogs with flowing white fur. Very primordial looking. And Lora was primordial looking herself. An honest to goodness earth mother type. Svelte but with two well shaped tits. Her hips flowing, meaty lines. Olson and Chuck would certainly dig getting into her. She was built really different from the other two women who were more delicate, chic rather than voluptuous. Yes, together the three women would make a well balanced meal for any hungry male.
The first thing they did after their introduction was sit down and have another drink together. This meant three for Barbara and Evelyn in less than an hour and whether they knew it or not they were stoned. Then Lora brought out a beautifully inlaid cigarette box with an antique gold clasp. She opened it up and offered it to the women. Inside were rows of think cigarettes rolled in pretty lavender, strawberry, and banana yellow papers. "Do try one," she invited, "this is our own mixture." Special it was. Barbara and Evelyn both drew on their cigarettes of crushed hashish and very fine grade marijuana. They felt nothing at first. Only a strange lightness in their heads. Then their bodies growing warm and heavy. They felt their own roundness, the softness of the cushions pressing against their asses.
Lorna asked if they ever watched home movies. When they said no she told them to sit right where they were and she set up a short one for them. Emil, who had been sitting rather silently, watching his wife prepare the two women to her liking, dimmed the lights and plugged in the projector. Blank frames shown against the portable screen and then the title came on. THE OLD MAIDS, the screen read. In color.
Opening in a library ad the two librarians, severe looking women with their hair up in buns and grey, straight cut clothing. Glasses. A short flash of them closing up shop. Into an old Chevy and then taking the elevator up to an apartment fondle each other, grind close, kissing. Close-up of the red-head sticking an incredibly long and point tongue into her lovers mouth. The apartment was beautifully furnished. Evelyn wondered fleetingly where it was shot. Zebra skin rugs, modem paintings on the walls. And then they got down to business. Both women started stripping and as the clothes fell away it became clear that they were no more old maids then Brigitte Bardot or Jane Fonda. The red head had swelling, pointy breasts that her severely tailored clothes had concealed. Chunky good legs that came together above the thighs in round and meaty cheeks. Her partner was a bit more slender. Dirty blonde hair.
She had the same pointy hips but her hips didn't flare so, her ass a little more pert. They stripped and got down together on the zebra skin rug; the preliminaries were over.
The red head lay on her stomach, her beautiful rounded ass sticking up. Her friend began to slowly caress her smooth skin. The color projection made her look very prink. Sliding feminine fingers across the mountains of her thighs, the backs of the knees, every erogenous zone a woman can know. The woman being massaged rolled gently on her stomach, pushing her hips down into the long fur of the rug, the silkiness at her belly.
Evelyn and Barbara looked at each other in shock. They couldn't believe what they were seeing on the screen. They knew about woman making it with each other but it was strange to them. They smoked on another Loma's SPECIAL cigarettes. Becoming disembodied, the events on the screen turning the on. The effect of the drug made the movie seem three dimensional. Barbara felt that if she only reached out a matter of inches she too could rub her hands on the red-heads lush globes. And then she thought with a twinge of guilt about how much she had dug the feel of Evelyn's ass at their group scene. Loma watched with satisfaction as the two female guests began to shuffle uncomfortably in their seats, Barbara opening a couple of her buttons of her blouse, unable to tear her eyes from the chicks fondling each other in celluloid.
Barbara and Evelyn saw fully of the lesbian delights. Learning how with women the mouth, the lips, the tongue, are the instruments of ecstasy and pleasure. Wielding their pointy tongues in all the soft, moist opening. Sucking the erectile nipples. Transmitting those special thrills that only another woman can know how to give.
Emil had stealthily disappeared from the room leaving the field open to his wife. Loma shared her attentions between the screen and the two attractive women getting horny beside themselves. She smiled as they consumed the drugged cigarettes, losing the remains of their inhibitions. The two lesbians on the screen were coiled in an erotic embrace. Crotch pressed to crotch, full tits pressing together, the hard nipples sliding against each other. Loma slipped her blouse up over her head, her huge boobs overflowing her bra. Then, hands behind her back, undoing the catch of the bra, her milky globes bouncing into the open, the bright red of her nipples. Large, the size of a quarter around.
Evelyn heard the rustling by her side and turned for a moment from the exciting movie that was turning her thighs unconsciously moist. Her mouth fell open at the sight of those perfect, queen size tits. She stared for the moment before her face was enclosed in the soft billows of Loma's tits. Her mind sought frantically for some direction, knowing something was happening, but not knowing what it was. Mistrusting her impulses, to open her mouth and swallow those pulsing nipples, to drown her mouth in the mountains of woman flesh.
And Barbara not even knowing what was going on not two feet from her. Her hands clenched on her thighs, her forehead was covered in sweat, her blouse sticking to her heaving torso. Bug-eyed she saw the red head languorously spread her massive thighs. Watched the camera close on the twitching lips of her pink and meaty clit. The heads of female sex juice standing out against the pinkness. Her lover, sensuous, her pointy tits grazing along the reclining woman's legs, drawing her head closer, inch by inch to the gaping maw of that beautiful cunt. Close up again, the tongue pointing through her lips, wagging. Promising pleasures to the aching pussy. Barbara groaned at the moment of contact, the woman's tongue dipping into the full well of the red head's cunt. Barbara shuddering. Losing her mind to the moment, hiking her skirt up to her hips. Her legs cased in nylons. Pushing aside the crotch band of her panties. The cool air brushing delicately on the sensitive petals. She touched herself, without preparation, pushing two fingers right up her heated tunnel. Revolving, rubbing all those surfaces. Moaning. Watching. The red-head lifting her legs up high, opening up the full breadth of that sweet cunt meat to her lovers inquiring mouth. The muscles clenching in her thighs clearly obvious. Her face, contorted with the fullness of her desire, the rise of sensation clear in her quivering lips. Her eyelashes fluttering over closed eyes.
Evelyn finally gave into her desire. Her lips closed around the points of Lorna's tits. Her hands describing the roundness of those pale globes. Rubbing down the slope of her hips. Pressing underneath the band of her skin tight panties to feel the tautness of her great ass. Loma's thighs pressed between the auburn beauties legs. Her sweet pussy delectably massaged. Her panties riding up between the folds, her clitoris rubbed, heated to distraction. Learning for the first the pleasure of woman. Her eyes heavy lidded, her body feeling like floating but for where the hands and thighs welded her to the heat. She loved the feel of the big woman, like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Her tits pillowing her drooping head. Licking with all her might, and Loma responding fully. Arching, pushing her tits forward, shoving more of her breasts into Evelyn's mouth. Stroking her auburn tresses as she kissed her.
Barbara jerked herself off with all her might. Watching, her breasts rising and falling with her labored breath. The red head bending her legs way back, exposing her slit and the brown nut of her asshole. Writhing, pushing her sensitive parts at her lovers mouth. The other woman down on her hands and knees, nosing into that meaty cunt. Inhaling the sweet aroma of female juices, the damp heat of the tropics. Swiping all the way with her tongue. Swallowing all the fluid. Burying her face in the muff. Eating cunt with all her might. Barbara was going out of her mind. Watching the agonizing kisses trailing the whole length of her spread slit, down into the shady crack of her ass. The tongue poking. The camera closing in incredibly to show her tongue intruding into the darkness of the asshole. Barbara imagined the taste, the texture of the asshole, the sweet depths. Her fingers whirling in her dripping pussy. Pools of juice staining the sofa. Humping up and down feeling it grumbling in her belly, the top getting ready to fly off.
Evelyn was down in front of the blonde beauty. She'd gotten Lorna's tight capris off. Rolling the gauze of her underpants from the cliffs of her hips. Gazing at the beauty of. the wheat field that was her pubic bush. Her tongue licking across her lower lip in anticipation. She wasn't thinking that she was about to eat another woman, a homosexual act. She was only aware that it looked good, that she lusted to bury her face in the pink meat, to spread the thick, succulent petals and taste, smell, luxuriate in the warm cave. She jammed her hips against Loma's pussy. Her tongue plunging into her joy hole. Lapping. The heat of the big mama's thighs pressing her cheeks, her hands wrapped in her hair, directing her kisses. Her clit wriggling, filled with pulsating blood. On fire, a live animal searching for adoration.
On the screen the red-head had already crested once, letting down the flow of her first orgasm. She straddled her lover now, their crotches pressed tightly together. The lips of her cunt pressed the lips of her love's wet pussy. The slide of twat against twat. Humping, the heavier woman on top using the full purchase of her feminine weight. Barbara whinnying, like a young filly smelling a stallion. Her hand pressed half way up her snatch, cased in wetness. Moisture. Heat. Then one more finger down in her grotto. Fingering her stiff clit. Fingers up her hole and the counterpoint of her clitoris being masturbated. She couldn't handle it. She fell back sobbing against the couch, creaming all over the place. Sobbing, breathing like a runner at the end of a sprint.
Only then did she what was happening in the room. Her friend with her head pressed into Loma's crotch. Barbara couldn't resist making herself a part of the erotic scene. She moved the short distance and then, swiftly, like a cobra striking, her teeth surrounded one of Lorna's big nipples. Sucked up a mouthful of tit flesh. Loma ecstatic. Everything had gone as she planned. Releasing the two friends from their consciousness, presenting them with lewdness that they could not help but embrace. Her lush body often had converted women to the joys of Sappho. She twisted about, feeling the roiling heat at her erogenous zones. She reached then for Barbara's still dripping twat. Slid two fingers into the slick tunnel. Corkscrewing within. Elevating her more quickly than ever before. Then Lorna came, a copious flow of liquid bathing Evelyn's questing lips. The young woman bathing her face in the aromatic balm. A wild intermingling of female flesh. Arms and limbs so twined together one couldn't tell what belonged to whom.
The woman finally fell apart, still heaving from the exertion of their sexual entanglement. The movie was still going on. Everything had happened so quickly. On the screen the two lesbians were sitting cross legged on the carpet, facing each other. Each clutching long rubber instruments, dildoes shaped like huge pricks. Seemingly reciting a habitual set of words, signals so that each brought the head of the large instrument to the entrance of the other's twat at the exact same moment. The women watched with bated breath, feeling sympathetically the series of rushing sensations as the large artificial pricks sunk inch after inch into the closing tunnels of their twats. The red head was calling signals, her lips moving and the dildoes inching deeper into the pussies. Four, five, six, hefty inches plowing up their creaming pussies, forcing the heat of their desire deeper and deeper into their bellies, way up into the pit of their stomachs. Their face revealing their strong emotion. The passions building to a shooting star behind the edge of their womb. Exploding, they shoving the false cocks back and forth in each others cunts, the same motion, regularly as a Dutch clock. The shudders of climax hitting them both at the same time, the same amount of rubber cock in both of them. Still plunging as they let down their load of juices, the rubber growing shiny and sticky, a darkness on the dildoes when they were pulled out showing just how much had been gobbled up.
And the mutual diddling over they were not finished. Still lascivious, still wanting to use the full extent of their imagination to achieve the fullest of sexual pleasure. They exchanged their poles and sucked on the dildoes that had used to fuck them, to bring them off. Wet with their own cunt juices. Sucking as Barbara would have in a prick, joyfully, hungrily. Eating up their own juicy spend.
The projector spun to its end, the film slipped off the reel and Emil stepped out of the darkness to flick it off. Nonchalantly he noted the three half-naked women lounging on the couch, their fingers straying to each other's pussies. Rewound the film packed the projector away and switched on the lights. Still without hurry or obvious excitement he walked over to the women. He opened his pants and fished out a lengthy and stiff cock. Red, dark at the tip, a drop of sperm forming, showing that he had already watched the goings on and was primed. He shook his hips, his heavy cock swinging from side to side, nodding like a great wise snake, calling Barbara on to learn his mysteries. For it was in front of Barbara he was standing, transfixing her with the sight of his instrument. She was hot, longing for something more substantial then her fingers which had only served to stroke her flame. Drawn on as if by magic, she fell forward on her knees. Approaching the bobbing head of his prick, her mouth already open to receive him. Licking the salt off her lips, her eyes dulled but for the gleam of sex.
He held her at arms length. His own face transmogrified with his lust. Feeling the power of his cock. Knowing the woman was coming to him on her knees, her mouth open for the feast of his big cock. Desiring the taste of his gism. He held her steady between his practiced palms. Squeezing her cheeks in so her mouth gaped open, her lips slick and plump. Soft and silky. He drew her closer in, gauging the distance. Then he launched his cock into the haven of her warm mouth. Sinking up to his balls, grazing against the back of her throat. Pulling out and plunging again, fucking her violently in her mouth. The force of his thrusts shaking her entire body, her tits clawed free and hanging, pink and beautiful. Crouching back on her heels, steadying herself to best receive the heavy load of his prick. Sucking actively, her lips and tongue moving to his rhythmic stroking.
Emil came quickly. Holding her more tightly as she instinctively tried to pull her mouth away from the gism that spurted so powerfully down her throat, in such quantities that she could not swallow it all down. Squeezing his balls in both hands, as if in supplication, milking Emil of every last drop of his sweet come. Done with her Emil simply replaced his cock back into his pants, zipped up, and sat down by the coffee table waiting for the three women to get together. After all, they had had an surprising afternoon.
CHAPTER TEN
Evelyn and Barbara were learning, a new brand of sexual consciousness was being forced on them. They had met it with another woman, engaged in a homosexual act. It had been difficult for them to slough off the sexual against swapping, a trial to embrace a form of the pleasure principal. It was doubly difficult then for them to handle what they thought of as homosexuality.
As the effects of the alcohol and the drugs wore off the women became silent and chastened. Only Lorna remained unclothed, proudly showing her big, pale breasts. Absentmindedly running her fingers through her curly pubic bush. Evelyn cast Barbara a look and they rose to leave. Giving Emil their phone numbers he asked, more out of embarrassment than desire.
They were silent in the cab they shared on the way home, Thinking over the meaning of their impulses. Fearing irrationally, as so many women do, the possibility that in someway they were lesbians. They'd missed the point completely. The afternoon changing in their minds from an uplifting, revealing experience to a quick diddle and come done while the mind was woozy and suggestible. Evelyn kissed Barbara a chaste goodbye when she got out of the cab, both women knowing that they wouldn't be seeing each other for awhile, not until they had each attained some independent resolve.
But Emil arranged it so that it wasn't so. Wednesday morning Barbara and Evelyn received much the same letter in the mail. A coy invitation reading," We would enjoy your presence at a private soir'e to be held Thursday evening." And a neatly hand written note on the bottom, "Please do not disappoint us, it would put everyone at a disadvantage." The nature of the disadvantage was clear in the color prints that both women got along with their invitations. In Barbara's envelope an attractive photo of her, legs spread wide apart, frothy juice available pearling on her pussy lips, jamming her fingers back into her wet tunnel. A picture of her mouth pressed tightly sucking one of Lorna's queen size nipples. And the topper, and amazingly well done series that culminated with her face pressed between a pair of clearly feminine thighs, lapping cunt. She was clearly identifiable in every picture. It was a photo essay carrying a clear cut imperative. Either she play ball with Emil and Lorna or something unpleasant would happen to the pictures, like, they might wind up hands that could do her trouble.
Evelyn got the same treatment. A blush travelling up her face as she watched a still photograph record of her passionate heavings with Loma. What got her most, more than the shot of her frantically pulling down the big woman's pants, more than the shot of her tongue creeping toward the well of that pussy, the most insane thing about it all was the expression on her face. She looked so wanton, so lewdly caught up in her fleshly passion. She couldn't believe that the face she though of as so sweet, so prettily demure, could twist into such a mask of pure carnal delight. A gleam in the pictured eyes that was unmistakable, that swam, as Henry Miller once wrote, in seas of sperm.
Thursday night found Barbara and Evelyn standing nervously at the door of Emil's apartment, ringing the bell and listening to the sound of the gong lose itself in the depths of the roomy interior. They anticipated murkiness. Not quite sure what murky meant, never having seen anything "murky." They knew enough about orgies, as they expected this party to be like, from reading magazines to rightfully expect the interior to be murky and dimly lit. Men cavorting goat-like across lovely supine females. Gales of hysterical laughter, the heady scent of incense. Desultory, unearthly music playing from hidden speakers. And maybe off in one wall another pornographic movie. That's what they expected and didn't get.
Instead, Loma greeted them with a welcoming smile. She was dressed in a daring hostess gown. The hem inches above her knees, a large expanse of creamy thigh revealed and a slit in the sides to boot. No panties showing through the slits so they know she wasn't wearing any. She seemed very composed, a quiet dignity that was in direct opposition to the manner she had revealed at their first meeting. From the room came not the sounds of bacchanal but a murmur of quiet conversation. Very out of place, they thought, was Bob Dylan singing his odd voice over the stereo, something about a girl from the north country.
There were few people in the living room. Closest to the door sat a bearded intense looking young man. Strangely, not like the hippies they saw in Greenwich Village or on T.V. He looked more like a very healthy, especially intelligent college football player who had decided to grow a beard; very clean and capable looking. And the beard looked soft, as if it would be nice to touch.
Beside him sat a sinewy young girl with long, silky blonde hair. She sat almost demurely. Her legs crossed beneath her pert young ass, as she took long pulls on an ornately carved ivory pipe. The first whiffs of the sweet aroma wafting over to the two women. They had no more time to survey the other guests before Emil greeted them effusively. Taking each by the hand and carrying them off to the bedroom. He sat Evelyn and Barbara down on the edge of a large double bed and seemed to be preparing himself to talk. His eyes were red and the pupils dilated. The women suspected that he'd either been drinking or smoking heavily, and they were right.
Emil started with apologies. He apologized for the manner he'd used to get them to attend the party but explained that he feared, not without good reason, that they might not otherwise care to see them again. Then he started to rap, getting carried away with his eloquence.
"I heard you talking at the beauty parlor about making it with other men, swapping. Like, I knew you were getting into something and it was groovy. I mean, you're two straight people and yet hip. But you're still hung up; Like, It must have been a real strain to make it with Lorna that day. You haven't gotten free yet. You still think of sex in that bourgeois male female, heterosexual bag. It feels good right, rubbing flesh. You got to turn on to the idea of meat, of flesh. Anyone you can feel good without fucking people up is healthy and holy. Tonight you're going to learn about the things you really want to do with your body, the real ways you want to be touched, fucked, licked at. You're going to love it and we will love teaching you. And when you find the meaning of flesh we will help you show it to your husbands. Make you part of the true community of the body, each hand open to fondle the beloved neighbor."
He sounded crazy. He spoke with such passion, such spirit. As if he were engaged in a religious crusade. Smiling broadly, asking them if they understood, leading them out into the main room where the other guests had gathered in a circle, sitting on the floor. Emil pointed them to a space in the circle and they sat down. They felt out of their elements. The people looked all right but if they all though the way Emil did they were all kooks. Emil then dimmed the lights, not blackness but a dim, easy illumination. Shadows gliding noiselessly through the room. Then lights crisscrossing the ceiling as a small machine hummed to life. Reds, yellows, blues, greens, merging and streaking into their separate particles. There was an aura of the unreal, the mystical about the apartment now. An expectant hush over the visitors, sitting closely, thigh brushing against thigh.
Loma got to her feet then. Looking benevolently over her friends she took off what there was of her clothes. Lifting the shift over head, the lights playing madly over the color print. Reflected colors sweeping up her bare legs, clothing her in brilliance. Her large tits beautiful in the swirl, the perfect canvas for an enlightened artist.
This was the signal that everyone seemed to know well. All around the circle the handsome young people got out of their clothes. Gracefully, familiar with getting undressed in front of many people, Slipping off slacks and underwear. Not one bra was to be seen except on Evelyn and Barbara who didn't need them and would learn before the night was over the silliness of barriers. They followed suit and took off their clothes along with everyone else. There was a magic to their openness, their naturalness. They moved without hurry, but purposefully. Opening themselves up for the pleasure that was destined.
Crosslegged, all forming the circle, looking in the shadowy dimness like Indians gathered around the tribal fire, communing with a great spirit. The pipe was passed around, packed with high grade hashish. The sweet fumes intoxicating them even before they filled their lungs. Hush, like the stillness at the heart of a large forest. The pipe was put away and the process of touching began. All without spoken word. Sensing the order of things.
Gently at first the hands sought out the flanks of their neighbors. Evelyn on her left felt beneath her fingers the hair and muscle of the bearded young man she had noticed on entering the apartment. Smooth, compact he was good to her touch. His fingers trailed on the soft skin of her thighs. Rubbing his palm on her sleek legs, in small circular motions.
Evelyn's muscles relaxed beneath his caresses, her thighs opening more, tenseness beginning to leave her. The drugs floating through the caverns of her brain, made empty and light with narcosis. Behind her eyes she felt the opening of a vista she never knew before exist. There was power in the room. Whether it came from smoking dope or the purposeful gathering she could not tell, nor wanted to. A strong feeling of well-being covered her. She felt more intently at the surface of the man's skin, the texture. Her fingers gathering bunches of skin between them, small pinches. And the bearded man moved to her fondling. His legs drawing closer, rubbing against her flanks. Blood was circulating, subtly moving to erotically tinge their sensations. Lushness creeping over them all, their sex organs imposing on their consciousness.
There was total submersion in feel. Evelyn's right hand traced a delicate pattern on Barbara's thigh. The woman seemed no more strange to her than the man, a different texture to her skin. Not more or less pleasurable, simply different.
Barbara was surrounded on both sides by women. The seating had been haphazard, it didn't matter who was with who. The partnerships would change before the evening was through, hopefully all would taste the sweet juices of any that especially attracted them. The slim blonde moved sweepingly over the inside of Barbara's thigh, her fingers flitting from her knee till just below the puckered lips of her pussy. Barbara feeling her stingy muscles. Brushing once, before she wished to, the silky hairs of her young cunt. The girl felt so fresh and promising beside her. And Evelyn, her friend, the woman she had seen in the arms of two men, she was luscious. The soft flesh of her legs undeniably inviting. Barbara was even more stoned than Evelyn. She had given up the strictures of her mind, she was floating free and easy. She though nothing, her entire body one large sensory apparatus.
Naturally the touching escalated into embraces. The circle tightened, drew closer together as people put their arms around those sitting next to them. Hip pressed tightly to hips, thigh rubbing the length of thigh. The form of the back and shoulder felt and explored. It was unearthly for Evelyn, feeling those two different hands running softly up and down her back. Her skin prickling, waves through her. Her breasts swelled as her breathing picked up. She was becoming aroused. She became aware of her cunt. The smooth slide of flesh against her sides, Barbara's smooth thighs, the. hair on the young man's legs, tickling her. Moistness. She knew the moistness in her crotch. She squeezed her legs together experimentally, compressing the thick, tender lips of her snatch. MMmmmm, it felt good, good.
She felt suddenly very grateful for the pleasure that was beginning in her. She turned to her friend and kissed her deeply on the lips. Tasting fully the slippery saliva. Running her tongue along Barbara's teeth, inhaling the smell of her freshly washed hair. Evelyn rubbed her face in the crook of Barbara's neck, getting all involved in the soft contours. Barbara's gentle nipping and breathing at her ear, the long tongue swiping around the pink convolutions.
Evelyn lost her sense of attention. She could not distinguish amid her flow of rushing thrills, they were coming from all over. The man's hand had finally found her waiting pussy. She was tremendously excited as soon as she felt him. She opened her legs, draping one over Barbara's thigh as her friend busied herself with the sweet curves and flats of the young blonde's beautiful form. He rubbed her mound with his palm, bunching the tender flesh together, stimulating her taut clit. The faint sound of her juices squishing under his firm touch. Evelyn stayed relaxed, not pushing up against him. Letting him come to her, feeling, only feeling. Then, her hands crept up his thigh in reciprocation. Fingering the stiff pole of his maleness. The soft pads of her fingertips travelling up the length of him to the very tip of his cock. Pressing into the hole. Her fingers bunched, as if she were plucking a grape, she fondled the head of his prick. Felt a drop of his sperm ooze out. Rubbing it into his blood stiffened flesh.
She sighed in contentment and leaned her shoulders back, her crotch moving forward. The man's fingers separating the petals of her twat. Slowly sliding in her slit, getting wet. Into the tunnel of her cunt. Up, up, toward her womb, the deep secrets of her belly. Bringing with it bliss, beauteous sensation. Awake of pleasure following his advance. Evelyn was breathing deeply but with regularity. Pacing her flight, relishing the sweet pleasure of his questing fingers exploring the moist cavern of her cunt. She didn't want to so soon get caught up on the orgasm route. So good, she wanted it to last. To have every micro inch of her cunt rubbed with his finger. She brought her own hand to her mouth, sucked on her fingers, licked the palm of her hand, wetting it with her saliva. Then she sought his prick, rubbing him easily with the lubrication. Her fingers circled the staff and pumped up and down. She felt very warm. Her limbs growing fluid so that she felt she must lie down. Evelyn leaned back. Her head rested on the heaving softness of someone's belly. It was the blonde girl. She hadn't even been aware of Barbara moving away from her, spreading the luscious young thing out, lifting her legs and spreading them wide apart. Licking at her sweet blonde haired cunt, rolling her mouth and nose in the slick pink meat. The odor feminine. Evelyn felt the girl's belly knitting, the muscles working as she got carried higher and higher into a mind shattering pleasure. Barbara had very naturally known how to eat a cunt well. Her tongue dancing, battering at the stiff clit. Lapping at the whole furrow before centering on her joy-hole. Delving deep their, into the honey. Her tongue wet with her pussy fluid. The pearly nectar tasting so incredibly clean and flesh. The girl must have douched with ambrosia.
Almost languidly Evelyn pulled the bearded young man down on top of her. Loving the press of his weight. Feeling her body more perfectly than ever, her lines, the outline of her breasts. To her tits the young man's mouth went. Pressing between his lips the soft muscle. Her nipples stone hard, he chewed them, rolled them around in his mouth, probing with his tongue; pushing the hard buttons back into the billow of her tit flesh. The button popping inevitably back out, pink, hard. His broad tongue licked her whole tit, the wetness of it, so beautiful. Evelyn moaned. And in her moan was the sound of the loveliness she was experiencing, the total consciousness of how well the body is prepared for pleasure.
She still maintained her grasp on the man's prick. With both hands, sliding up and down the pole. Cupping his heavy balls, feeling their solidity. He got to his knees between her outstretched legs. Evelyn felt his cock press exploring at the entrance of her cunt. The petals of her pussy opened as if in response to a magic incantation. Wet, the sea for this brave maleness to enter without reservation. He pressed the head of his cock into her. Evelyn lifted her legs up high, laying them across his back. She was bent now so that her cunt was wide open and wet. He slid all the way in, in one smooth stroke, not stopping till his balls bounced against her spread ass. Touched the entrance of her womb with his big prick.
Evelyn breathed with difficulty. The air rasping in her throat, sighing, moaning, awash, carried off in transport of delight. She placed her hands on his hips and initiated a rhythm. Slow, searching thrusts from his massive cock. Churning in her belly. She put her hands on his firm buttocks, spreading the cheeks apart; a beautiful pressing sensation at his asshole. He speeded his thrusts, firmly locked into his own passion. Feeling the undulating walls of her cunt closing around his organ, pressing in on his sensitive flesh. Evelyn pushed one finger into his asshole, straining against the original tightness.
He rocked her well. Humping, his belly make sweet music against her plumpness. She felt his fingers probing at the joining of their organs, sliding up into her hot, stretched cunt. More pressure, more delirious sexual joy.
All about her she could hear the sounds of sex. Slurping of mouth on cunt, the gurgling of sperm flowing down a gulping throat, the slide of a cock into frothy juices. Her head bounced on the heaving belly of the young blonde as she came in Barbara's mouth. And the man was lunging, shaking her with his thrusts, reaming out her insides. He clutched her firm ass in his large, athletic hands. Slapped his hips against hers, got so deep. He came. Shot his gism into her undulating pussy. Bathing her with his nectar. Kissing her on the Ups as the substance drained from his loins, whimpering as the pleasure wrenched him. His tongue wet and flopping in her mouth. Urging her to come with him. He sucked her tits, rolling the nipples maddeningly in his mouth.
His shuddering spurts done he pulled out of her still hungry cunt and slid down to lick her. But it was Barbara who brought her over the top. Mad on the taste of cunt she shouldered the bearded youth out of the way and thrust her tongue up Evelyn's creaming snatch. Dug her tongue way into the wet hole, thrusting, fucking with her tongue. Till Evelyn came, holding on tight to Barbara's dark hair. Shuddering, her legs a quiver. Fantastic waves of tensing and relaxation alternating, swelling from her cunt.
She lay still. For the moment content. Feeling herself descend from the vague heights that orgasm had carried her to. The young blonde that had been eaten by Barbara crawled up next to her. Snuggled in her arms, lovingly stroking her tits, the nipples still hard, not to go down for the entire night, a substratum of arousal coursing through her even as she came. The girl licked her tits for a long time. Like a puppy. Her tongue extended, poking at the crimson tips. Evelyn wrapped her face in the girls hair, looking into the shadow of the room through the lovely curtains. She felt the slope of the girl's back. Her hand's circling the smoothness. Sliding down to the curve of her ass, cupping the cheeks, so tight, so firm. She pushed her thighs between the girls moist thighs. Felt the press of her pubic hair on her leg. Pressed, felt the wetness, the separation of her plump little lips. She held the young girl's blonde nakedness in her arms, felt her heartbeat against her breast. Her hands were alive with the girl's soft vitality. She twined, a bundle of erotic energy. Their skin rubbing together, electrical currents passing between the two of them.
Evelyn held the girl before her and bent to suckle on her small breasts. Her tongue loving the alabaster skin, titillating her nipples into bursting erection. Tasting the slight salt of her sweat. She licked and nibbled, got the whole of one breast into her mouth and sucked, chewed. Drove a spike of passion through the delicate tit. Her tongue circling around the taut pinkness like a bee about pollen at the center of a flower. And the young girl was carried aloft. She began to buck, her hips colliding with Evelyn's fuller roundness. The slaps muffled in the mat of their pubic clumps.
Evelyn changed her focus to the girl's pussy. Young, fresh, the lips firm and hot. She could almost feel the girl's emotion through the indicator of her cunt. Her palms pressed on the mound, caressing the entirety of what sweet flesh. Her hand wet with the girl's juices, her palm transmitting indescribable pleasure.
Carefully, as if she were handling a laboratory specimen of fantastic value, she separated the petals of the blonde's twat. Her fingertips traveling gently, feeling the slight dips and curves of her lips, the whole luscious geography of young cunt. She tickled the girl's clit, feeling the pounding in that small morsel of flesh. Grasping the button between two fingers and pinching gently, drawing it around in a circular motion. The girl twisted about her fingers, her balance centered in the pleasure between her legs. Evelyn cast her spell and the girl went under.
She spread her legs wide, begging for penetration. The slick hole of her cunt wanting. Evelyn obligated, her middle finger sliding up the tunnel. Engulfed in the slippery tissue. Feeling the muscular convulsions of the healthy young twat. She revolved in the hole, her finger touching every inch of the chasm. Then, sliding in and out, gauging her speed to meet the intensity of the girl's reactions. Ramming home with great strength when she felt the girl reaching to be rocked hard. Two fingers then going up and the delicate young blonde reached down urgently, forcing Evelyn's whole hand into her stretched snatch. Moaning then, sounds pouring from her throat, her head swinging wild in her transports of desire. Humping up and down on the fingers sliding in her wetness. Grinding against the woman's knuckles and the melting flesh at her entrance.
The excitement she was giving to the other girl got to Evelyn. She got hot and horny, as if she hadn't been fucked only moments before. She maneuvered the girl's leg between her sweaty thighs, jerking her aching cunt along the bone. Plunging her lingers more energetically into the spread cunt. Feeling exalted, euphoric. Not feeling the ground against her body, all attention centered in her cunt and the oozing sex of the young girl who for the moment was her lover.
"More," the blonde whispered; "fuck me hard." And then, from nowhere she handed Evelyn, pressed urgently into the woman's palm, an artificially shaped large wax candle. It had been carved, tapered at the tip, the hint of two balls at the back. An artificial cock, a veritable cunt spreader. Inches around. For the brief moment before she satisfied the girl's desire Evelyn was surprised. That she would grown to dig getting it from such a big, stretching pole.
Evelyn worked the candle back and forth in the girl's creaming snatch. Feeling the power of a cock. Coiling the girl into a knot of frantic desire when she felt like it. Alternating, long, seeking thrusts of the artificial prick, hard drives, deep. Her cunt was in a lather. She fucked the girl and rubbed herself on the slim legs, feeling her cunt lips spread around the contour of the bone. Humping against her leg, almost wishing the girl would come so she get hers.
And then, as if the party were the arena where all sexual wishes would, be answered, she felt a cock pressing at her from behind. Strong, capable male hands separated her clenched cheeks. The head of a large prick nosed against her wet pussy lips. Then she was full. The man had slipped his length home. Evelyn stopped thrusting the fake cock into the blonde as the rush of her own fucking overtook her. Getting used to the tight fit of the big organ. She reached behind her and felt the man's balls, traveled the short distance from the pendulous balls of flesh to where the stiff pole was joined into her body. The juice dripping down over her fingers.
The blonde girl was jamming the stick into herself, unable to wait for Evelyn. She quickly surrendered the candle however and felt herself getting fucked to the same rhythm as Evelyn was getting. As the prick burrowed into her from behind Evelyn would thrust the instrument into the girl. The man was almost fucking two women at one time. The double thrusts were sinking in with greater and greater power. The blonde's legs lifted straight up in the hair and Evelyn was just jamming the dildo straight down, as if she were digging a well.
The orgasm when they came, were tremendous, shaking things. Evelyn had been working the candle into the girl's twat with increasing fury and her efforts told. A shriek that caused everyone else in the room to stop what they were doing and look with admiration at the young girl who had climaxed with such tearing fury. Her legs flopped around as if they had been denied their connection to the brain, tossed around in the hurricane of sexual release. The fluid actually flowed from her spread swollen lips. And Evelyn did not stop her thrusting even as she felt the girl cream, convulse at the end of her fucking. She poked in and out as she was being fucked. Her hand welded to the rhythm of her thighs; she had no thought of stopping. Her own fuck and the motion of her hand into the blonde's cunt were one and the same.
She reached between her legs with her free hand and squeezed the unknown but blessed man's balls as he fucked her. Loving the give of flesh, the resilience of the eggs in his pouch, bouncing back against the press of her fingers. As so often before, that final thrill brought the fuck to a glorious end. The man squeezed mightily into her hips, sinking his fingers into her buttery softness. And he geysered, his hot gism shooting up her tender, inflamed cunt, bathing her in the nectar that healed the sweet pain of sex. She sobbed, not so dramatically as had the blonde to her orgasm, but with the same sentiment. Evelyn clamped her legs tightly together, trapping the man's cock in her box, liking the feel of a prick shrinking in her till it fell out of her cuntal embrace at the end of a long, hard fuck.
She was exhausted, drenched with sweat; her arms and hand cramped and tired. Evelyn lay still, listening. The air of the room was filled with sex and she let it wash over her. She felt in contact with the fucking and sucking that was going on. She didn't have a hand on her, yet the ritual at the beginning of the evening made her fell an intrinsic part of the group. That was the true sexual community, her dazed mind groped with the theories and ideas that had been fed to her, the sexual-community worked best when you were in a room with a lot of people balling and you felt everyone's pleasure. It didn't sound exactly correct to her but it sounded good.
Evelyn remembered that she had come to the party with Barbara. She though she would dig watching her friend get fucked and maybe joining in. She was feeling so into the pure sex that she could easily take part in a group scene. A real group scene, with lots of people connected in every imaginable way. She thought she recognized her friend at the other side of the room. She treaded her way past copulating bodies writhing all over the floor, hands reaching up to stroke her sleek ass as she passed, fingers becoming her to join in. Later, she told them, I'll certainly make it later.
It was Barbara that she had seen but it was impossible for her to have recognize her. The beautiful woman was completely lost under a flurry of male flesh. She was gloriously impaled on stiff cock at every opening. Evelyn stood, mouth agape with wonder. Barbara was straddling the same bearded boy that had first fucked her, his cock churning around deep in her belly, fondling her swaying tits as she bent over him. They were not kissing because Barbara's mouth was filled with prick. Another man, lean and good looking, his knees at the bearded youth's head, his cock extending outward, was holding Barbara's head steady as he pumped his dick between her sucking lips. And she was getting it in the ass too. She must have been out of her mind with delight. Barbara could hardly move, pushed into from every quarter, the motion of the men contradicting and balancing each other out. So in effect the dark haired woman hung suspended, at the center of three big cocks, like a Greek offering spread out on the tripod, her heated flesh calling down the blessings of heaven.
Evelyn envied her the pleasure but felt slightly afraid at the though of so much cock in her. She didn't know if she could stand the strain. But she did not want part of the action. So she kneeled down behind the man fucking Barbara up the ass. She spread the cheeks of his bucking ass and looked at his brown hole. It was streaked with the traces of his last shit and the sight somehow excited her. This would bring her closer to flesh, to the human process, the real meat and guts of the body. Her tongue dove at his hole. She licked up and down the crack of his ass, wetting him with her saliva. Her face pressed between his flesh. She could not see but the darkness of his ass and smell but the acrid aroma of the deepest of his bodies holes. Her tongue snaked out and insinuated slowly, with some difficulty into his asshole. The man broke his rhythm for a moment, pushing back hardier on the unexpected thrill. Not questioning its presence but digging it, digging anything that would or could happen to his sex enlivened body. Evelyn lapped away. Digging her tongue as deeply as it would go, licking clean his asshole. She pulled her face away and inserted a long middle finger into his slickened asshole. Pressing upward, feeling the ring of anal muscle open up to her probing. He was moist, melting. He came, shuddering in Barbara's ass setting of chain reaction. Barbara contracted bit swallowed, shook, as the sperm raced into her abdomen. She reared back at the man fucking her from the back. The extra motion, the contraction of her cunt and mouth driving the men to their end. Gism filled the dark haired beauties mouth and swirled into her cunt. She was deluged with male juice, the sweet nectar. She came for five minutes, after having come three times before in the course of the same group fuck.
The party broke up of its own accord. The celebrants had fucked themselves to exhaustion. Each face shone with satiation. The bodies seemed relaxed, drained of all tension. Casually, chatting and amiably the group got dressed, stepping unselfconsciously into their clothes.
Emil, his face streaked with male juices, drew the women aside before they left to return home. He asked, needlessly, if they had enjoyed themselves, if they had learned as he hoped that the body was its master and what it enjoyed it was meant to enjoy. Meat, was the final product and meat may be treated in any number of ways, even being beaten to tenderize it. They nodded their desire for talk gone. Only rest was on their minds, to be alone and savor the memory of their first bacchanal, they didn't want to call it an orgy, that word sounded bad. It was almost religious, the fucking. They had a new outlook on their sexual desires and processes. Emil promised to contact them soon.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Barbara and Evelyn found themselves with a purpose. They wanted to try reeducation on their husbands, to make them see the true breadth of the pleasure principle. It would be harder on the men, they knew. There was so much involved in their sexuality, so much constant proving of their masculinity. And they spoke so despairingly of fags. She knew they would violently resist any suggestion that they make it with other men. Chuck had even told Evelyn how strange it felt to have Olson's prick rubbing against his when they were both fucking her. And they wouldn't use drugs because, well it just wasn't safe. It was illegal and Chuck had definitely told her, Evelyn that is, that he didn't want her ever using any. This was after some housewives in New Rochelle had somehow tumbled into the hands of the police for possessing marijuana and illegal pills. They would have to depend on stealth and subtle persuasion. It would be a slow process but definitely worth their while.
They arranged for the four of them to meet, at Barbara's home this time. Saturday night they all got together. They were friends now, the familiarity of the wives' passing over to the men. They chatted, drank, horsed around, like old friends more then four people getting together to do nothing but fuck. There was not tension in the air, complete relaxation. Olson was a little surprised at how easily his wife had adjusted to the new situation but decided that it was for the best, they could dig each other more, he wouldn't have to be solicitous about her getting hers all right. They were together but on their own.
Barbara could hardly wait for Olson to make the move starting them all up to the bedroom for the evenings entertainment. They started stripping on the stairs, once started getting all hot and ready. The girls had talked together on the phone earlier in the afternoon and arranged the beginning of their strategy. They recalled how they had been won over to making it together. How the film, watching the pleasure of the two women as they writhed together had carried them past their objections into the act. They decided that they would have to set an example. That seeing how readily the women made love to each other they would grow less biased against enjoying all the possibilities of the flesh.
Chuck was very horny. At the office that day one of the men had brought in a book that he claimed he'd found on the subway. Chuck has seen him with similar books in his coat pocket had decided that he was a regular buyer of sexy books. The book was called girl's Reformatory and was by a chick named Samantha Deare. Classy name, a little funny. He imagined some big breasted, full hipped, but very freaky chick sitting at home over her typewriter, taking time off to masturbate after every chapter. Thinking back about all the women and men she had fucked with. There were pictures. Voluptuous women sitting back with their legs spread and lechery painted across their faces. Holding their tits suggestively. Spreading their twats wide open, the slit and the hole looking very good and inviting on some of them. The men had swapped stories, telling about the chick they'd picked up that weekend. The single men kidding the married guys about having to get along with one steady piece of ass for so long. How nice it was to get some fresh, young pussy. The chicks, the stewardesses in the bars on second Avenue just waiting for some good looking young stud to make their stop over in New York all the more enjoyable.
Chuck had a hard-on the moment he saw his wife. They hadn't had time to make it, she said she was busy. In fact, she just wanted to keep him at the height of his hominess till they got down to swapping. She wanted him to be helpless before his passion, Fixing dinner, walking past him, she would gently rub his hard cock, exciting him but skipping away before he could get her in his arms and melt her resolve.
As soon as they got into the bedroom Chuck grabbed Evelyn and held her tightly against him, his erect prick pressed against her belly. In keeping with her plan she used her full stock of allure and sexual experience to excite him to distraction without bringing him over the top, letting him feel just how important it was to come when the need was on. She breathed deeply into his ear. Her tongue tickling the convolutions of that flesh. Dipping wetly in, thrilling him. She took his whole ear into her mouth, I spreading saliva on him, the wetness getting him more excited. Her long fingers trailing across his back, just touching, tingling. Scratching down the line of his backbone to just above his ass, pressing at the base of his spine. She ground her hips against him, caught his cock between her legs and pressed. The smoothness of her thighs wrapping him in magic.
Evelyn pressed her husband lovingly to the bed, where he lay beside Olson who was being similarly treated. Firmly she placed his arms along his sides, indicating that she was going to do the loving for the time being, that she was going to do what she the time being, that she was going to do what she wanted. Chuck appreciated this change in her sexual personality. He closed his eyes and savored the coolness of her lips at the base of his neck. Felt her lick down his shoulder blades, pulling on the tendrils of hair beneath his arms with her teeth. Evelyn inhaled the aroma of his sweat, licking in his arm pit. Her fingers not stopping for a moment. Running down his sides. Bringing his skin to life, keeping it a tingle. Each of her touches carefully orchestrated, welling the sensation he was experiencing till it flowed down toward his crotch. Working slowly, tantalizingly. Till he would be hungering as never before for release.
Her mouth worked on the muscular plain of his chest. She licked his indented nipples. The cool wetness causing them to rise and then she gasped them between her teeth. Chuck giggled beside himself. Tickled. He tried to twist away from her nibbling mouth, the sensation to sharp for him. She was inexorable. Working at her own pace, refusing to be urged on any faster. It was slow, subtle torture, all for a good purpose, but torture nevertheless. Chuck's cock twitched in its heat.
Finally Evelyn was down beneath his waist. Her tongue had delved into the recess of his naval and her teeth were now tangling with his sporran of pubic curls. She licked him unmercifully. Her tongue pressed hard and pointed into his flesh. Planting wet kisses all around his cock but not giving the stiff organ more than a passing caress. Chuck was humping into the empty air, frantic for his cock to find some sweet softness, some home to end the wandering of his pulsating blood.
Then, thankfully, his wife's mouth was at the base of his cock. Her tongue wrapped around his staff. She coated his aching organ with saliva. Wet at last. The touch was beautiful, excruciating. Evelyn lowered her attention, working on his balls. She took them into her mouth. The heat seeping into his desirous flesh. At last, he thought, at last. He waited impatiently for his cock to sink between her slick, plump lips. But it didn't happen. Her tongue swiped up the length of his staff. Chuck arched his back, thrusting uselessly. She was in control, her and the lure of sex.
With surprising strength she turned him over on his stomach. Chuck sighed as he was once again denied. He did not hear Olson follow his sentiments, as he too was turned on his belly after the interminable titillation. His big cock aching.
Evelyn and Barbara both began to work at the assholes of the men. They switched places first so that they licked at the other's husband. Evelyn grasped heartily at Olson's chunky ass. She separated the cheeks and plunged her face right into his crack. Her tongue pushing forward between her lips, moistening his anal passage. Her tongue probed them, melting his resistance. Both men pushed their asses back to increase the thrusts. And then ground their cocks into the soft sheets that were no substitute for a woman's snatch.
When they were both frantic with lust, trying to jerk off against the bed clothes but not making it, their asses bathed in luscious sensation Barbara and Evelyn exchanged a look of recognition. It was time.
They each pressed one long finger into the man before them's asshole. Forcing past the boundary of the muscle. Pushing their whole finger in. The effect was electrical. The men writhed around the fingers, much like a woman impaled on a big cock, the pleasure of penetration. At the same time the women tentatively reached beneath the men's straining bellies and gently took hold of their cocks. Slow, easy strokes, resisting the urgency with which the men tried to grind themselves into the palms of their hands. Evelyn and Barbara had gotten their men delirious with their measured toying. They wanted only to get off, to get the gism that burning their insides out. Barbara and Evelyn plunged their fingers in and out of the puckered assholes. The men humping their hips back and forth. And then phase one of their plan of operations came into effect. Barbara whispered in Chuck's ear, "Finger Evelyn's ass," and Evelyn to Olson," Finger Barbara's asshole." The woman then gasped their hands and directed the extended fingers into their respective assholes. Only the man were fingering each other. They didn't look to see who was on the other end of their poking, their faces pressed sightlessly into the pillows as they sweat and strained for release, beginning to resent the broads who were teasing them so. They couldn't feel the difference, once inside, between a male and female asshole.
Barbara and Evelyn picked up their jerkings of the cocks and the men soon combined to the combined thrills of the pressure from the rear and the practiced rubbing of their organs. It was a good orgasm for both of them but not completely satisfactory. Their balls were light and achy from the long storage of the sperm before it was spurted; their staffs were raw from the indiscriminate rubbing. And they totally freaked out when, the spasms over they turned to look at the women they fingering. Fingers were tom from their tight holes and Chuck and Olson glared menacingly at their wives. Anger and surprise mixing unattractively in their faces.
Chuck was angriest. He'd been horny to start with and then Evelyn had fucked around with her little game. He grabbed her by her long auburn hair and snarled, "What the hell is this all about. You getting freaky or something?!" Evelyn drew back from his anger. She had not expected him to be that emotional. Barbara stepped in with the explanation. "Don't be to hard on us, baby. We just wanted to try, well, sort of an experiment. We knew the two of you would never go along with it but if it works it'll be much, much better for all of us." Olson interrupted her; "What experiment, what are we guinea pigs for." Barbara ran her hand soothingly along her husband's bare shoulders and continued. "Evelyn and I have been thinking. We get together, the four of us to fuck, to pair off and add some more spice to our sex lives. We've decided that it's not immoral, that it is fun and so its healthy. But then it only follows that we shouldn't betray our own bodies. And anyway, Evelyn and I have tried making it together. It was good. We wanted to try to get you to go along."
The men sat there stunned. It seems that the women were far outdistancing them in imagination. Then, before more angry and confused words could be bandied about Evelyn and Barbara engaged in a graphic demonstration of the theory of feeling good in anyway you can.
Barbara lay down on the bed and Evelyn covered her flowing curves with her female weight. Their breasts pressed beautifully together, the nipples centered on each other, growing hard from the first moment of contact. Immediately their hips falling into a grinding rhythm. They were triply excited; the hectic scene, the angers that were floating around. To fuck in the midst of anger was very lewd. To show off their new lesbian tricks in front of the men, imagining their excitement, as well as what still was novelty of making it with a women.
Barbara let her legs fall apart. Feeling the rub of Evelyn's curly pubic thatch in her own bush. The bare touch of the tops of their mounds. Barbara reached up and circled the girl's ass with her hands, pressing down into the softness, bringing them closer together. Looking over Evelyn's shoulder at the two men watching them in confusion. The satisfying sight of their hard cock pointing straight out. She grabbed a big handful of Evelyn's long tresses and mashed the woman's face to her own, tasting the fullness of her lips, opening her mouth up to the advancing tongue. Feeling the slide of that pink organ along her teeth. Searching, moving to the edge of her throat. Swallowing the saliva that dripped down.
Their breasts hot, heat permeating them completely. Their belly's turning together, Evelyn had slipped her thighs between her lover's long legs rubbing up and down on her cunt. Feeling the slip and slide of the wet flesh. Moving her lips to the twin peaks of her tits. The nipples red and hard, swelling. She nibbled at the tit flesh. Her tongue, swirling circles, the coolness and the blood heat coming together like gunpowder and a flame, explosions of pleasurable sensation. The nipple finding its way into her mouth while Barbara arched forward, while her legs wrapped around Evelyn's, pressing her cunt lips flat.
Barbara opened her eyes to check her husband's reaction. She saw that he had drawn closer to the bed, watching with mouth agape wonder. His hand flicking unconsciously at his long cock, the drop of sperm visible at the tip. It was working, she thought exultingly. From now on fucking would be an incredible gas. Everything and anything would be happening. Pretzels of flesh, all that twisting and switching.
She spread Evelyn's cheeks far apart, the girl felt as if she were going to split. She moved her hand down to the bottom of the ass, slipping a finger into her cunt from behind. The slick jelly of her arousal coating the digit, the sweet brew of her desire. She slid her wet hand up the anal groove and centered on the brown nut of her asshole. Poking in. Straining against the little muscle that always took some convincing to relax. Moving her finger in the dark musty ness of her belly. Evelyn opened her mouth as the pressure mounted, flowing from her bottom, pushing up into her brain. She bit into her female lover's shoulder. A love bite. It was such an erotic sight. They got down to the orgasm rock. Evelyn got completely between Barbara's legs, their pussies delectably locked together. Barbara's legs came up around the other woman's waist, just as if she were received the agonizingly sweet thrusts of a cock. Her hands clutched at Evelyn's shoulders and Evelyn found a hold on the dark haired woman's ass, sliding her own finger into the musty recess of her asshole. They were wrapped together, locked and writhing. Rubbing the nubbins of their clits together in a maddening friction. Rocking, as if in the midst of a fantastically intricate athletic feat.
Their passion was deep and obvious. Olson stroked his prick more fully now, wrapping his fingers about the pole, drawing from the base upwards in short jerky motions. Utterly confused, feeling somehow left out, not knowing his place. It struck him as vaguely dangerous for two women to make it so well, so thoughtlessly together. It made him feel somewhat less necessary. But it excited him nevertheless. The forbidden, the strange, the loveliness of the form alone, two full ass, four tits, in point and counterpoint. The lovely chiaroscuro.
Chuck too was in a quandary, his emotions contradictory. Gradually the hostility he felt well up at the women's first embrace began to flow away. He lost himself in their rhythm, of their humping, the subtle sound of their skins sliding together. The muffled thud of breasts rocking together. He looked down from the foot of the bed at the two women striving so mightily. Saw the twining of their legs, the double expanse of ass and crack. The bottom of their cunts visible, touching only occasionally while at the clit they were virtually joined. He stood poised, waiting for some signal, for the explosion of their orgasm. His wife's ass shaking in front of his eyes. So quickly he had come to accept that vision apart from his own actions. To learn that her, himself, his cock, his hands, were not necessary to the well of passion that bubbled within her. Barbara's hands snaked spasmodically over Evelyn's sleek ass, grasping for the vague rush of climax, scrabbling for some hold that would keep her steady in the dizzying ascent. Finally she began to slap the auburn beauties ass. A tattoo, a drum beat of passion. The cheeks growing a rosy red, infinitely more desirable.
Then they both heaved together at the same moment, writhing without direction or consciousness. Falling in a way that must have been breathtaking, fulfilling of pointed erotic symbolism, falling onto the floor and staying rocked in their embrace. Evelyn winding up on the bottom. Climax. Grinding. Thrusting their cunts at each other.
And that was the signal that Chuck had awaited. He became electrified. His fingers stretched and grasped at air before he sank down on the entwined pair of women. His knees found purchase on the carpet and he took hold of Barbara full, quivering buttocks. He slid his swollen cock into her from behind, way up her cunt. Slow, corkscrew motion, letting the wet and warmth draw him up. Abandoning himself at the first contact to the imperatives of his desire. The satisfying feeling as it slid up Barbara snatch, the pressure of Evelyn's pelvis. He began to jump, slowly, with deliberation. Pumping the sex heat away into the pool of her pussy. Communicating his motion to Barbara as she humped back at him and for and against Evelyn at the same time. Giving both women pleasure with his fucking. He looked into his wife's face as he fucked the other woman. Her eyes shut tight, the desire painting the lewd pictures on the lids, sex movies. His hands slid along Barbara's sides, feeling how she was joined with Evelyn, feeling the swell of their tits coming against each other. Squeezing in between the compacted bodies to the point of the nipples, hard buttons, like pillars separating the softness of breasts flesh.
Olson standing ten feet away, watching them with a handful of cock and gism. His come very unsatisfactory, simply a relief rather than a positive good feeling. The ache of his cock changed into a different sort of ache. His balls still tight, paining him, needing a good, drawing climax into the soft, melting warmth of a cunt. He sat heavily on the edge of the bed. He laid his foot, in a moment of pique, on the point were the two pairs of breasts swelled, overflowed from the straight lines of women's joining. His toes tickling both women's tits. Feeling the throbbing of the humping bodies travel up his leg. Only mild exciting. Some of the joy had gone out of him. Feeling for the first time in their swapping career really left out of the act.
He felt the shudders coursing through all three bodies as Chuck let loose his flow of sperm into Barbara's clutching snatch. The smaller explosion of Evelyn, reacting for the second time in a row to the press of the dark women's mound on her auburn tinted pussy. And then Barbara, caught between the released electricity of both the man and the woman, feeling the vibrations of climax entering her from both sides till they exploded in the center of her body. Letting down a copious flow of cream that overflowed her reddened pussy. Wetting Evelyn's pubic thatch, dripping over Chuck's balls.
Silence then in the room, their breathing sounding as if it came from far off, being so tightly connected with their bodies and not consciously feeling them, as if the orgasms had been donated to them from some unknown agency.
When they returned to their scenes they could not avoid the impact of Olson's dejected air. Barbara felt especially bad, that her good intentions had made her husband feel miserable while she was getting one hell of a fuck. She sat beside him and put her arm around his shoulder, a show of affection that was distinct in the mass of sex that usually HAPPENED AT THEIR MEETINGS. She kissed him lovingly, whispering in his ear that she loved him, wanted him always, little lies like he was the best lay she's ever had, no one could fuck her like he. Ego salves, meaningless but effective. Olson gradually came out of his dejection, feeling the attention he was getting, like a little boy.
To make up for their previous neglect the women made Olson the center of their sexual attentions for the last fuck before they separated and went home. They laid him out as gently as a wounded warrior returned home. One woman on each side of him. Taking his arms, spread out. Rubbing their fingers caressingly across the tender skin at the juncture of his elbow, up and down his arms. Lulling sensations flowing from both sides. They pressed their thighs against his legs. The warmth growing, woman flesh enveloping him from both sides, the press of their soft tits against his shoulders. Then two, firm pairs of nibbling lips at his ears and neck. Gentle currents of air blown into the convolutions of his ears, his skin prickling with a furry of goose bumps. Hands moving across his chest and down, slowly, inexorably down toward his crotch. His cock rising as they drew nearer, anticipating the first breathtaking touch against his needful organ.
And fingers of both hands trailing along the length of his pole at the exact same moment, beautifully choreographed. A dance of sex across his grateful body. Evelyn circled the top of his prick while Barbara centered her attention at the base, the tender balls. Cradling his balls in her palm, rolling the bags of flesh. Squeezing, running one tapered finger beneath them, to the beginning of the crack of his ass. Olson opened himself up to the fingers, as willing as a young girl. His fight gone out of him, wanting now only to be lulled with the welling in his flesh. His throbbing cock seemed a little disembodied. He looked down at the two women snaking about the center of him. Saw Evelyn lick her lips, open her mouth and descend on his pole. Engulfing the head of his cock in her soft mouth. Sucking him in, inch after inch till his pubic hair was pressed against her mouth. She had taken his whole big cock in and was choking. Slow at first, then as the blood beat more violently in the swollen organ picking up. Her head bobbing, her cheeks hollowed out in the exertion of her sucking. Her tongue beating at the sensitive tip, pressing against the peehole.
Then the small feminine hands urging him over on his side. Evelyn moving with him, never letting his cock slide all the way out. Her tongue unceasing. Barbara scrambled around behind him. Lovingly spread the cheeks of his ass wide. Dropped her mouth to his asshole, centering her tongue in the shallow impression before plunging it as far as it would go. Olson was being energetically licked from both sides, coated back and front with saliva. The press of warm mouths excited him out of his mind. The tension drained from his body and only an awareness of the pleasure.
Taking hold of Evelyn's head and fucking, thrusting his cock between the soft, plaint lips, feeling her teeth graze along his swollen shaft. Shoving his ass back, the incredible melting feeling, he would never get used to it, never be able to explain it. The tongue smoothing out the crinkling of his anal muscles. Tickling, thrusting, almost uncomfortable at times but nevertheless fantastic.
Then her grew desirous of pussy. He pushed Evelyn's sucking mouth away from his cock and turned her onto her back. Got between her knees, spread her legs wide apart. His cock at the entrance of her cunt he lunged. The warm meat enveloping his cock, his breath escaped in a rush, He stayed in her without moving, soaking up the juices of her cunt. Then, he started to buck inside of her. Revolving his hips, bringing his cock .almost all the way out and plunging. He bent her legs all the way back, draped them over his shoulders. She was bent in half, her cunt gaping, ready and open. Olson supported himself on his outstretched arms, his body at a right angle to the woman's his cock pointing straight down. Like a piston his cock roared in and out of her tunnel. Doing pushups on her twisting body. She groaned and shook with each powerful thrust. He asked if he were hurting her and she just shook her head no. Wanting it. The plunging, her cunt being reamed out with his sizable instrument.
Barbara crawled back into place. With difficulty eating out her husbands ass as he moved about in Evelyn's creamy cunt. She replaced her tongue with a long finger. She could feel the working of his cock from inside, felt the tightening and tensing of his balls as he got ready to come. Dousing Evelyn's insides with hot gism. She held his cheeks as they quivered with the power of his orgasm. He was completely wasted with the sex, drained to the dregs, every ounce of come his body could manufacture squeezing out the tip of his cock.
She pulled him off after the tremors were over and fastened her mouth over his cock, milking him for the last few drops, tasting Evelyn's cunt juices on his dwindling prick. Evelyn hadn't come and Chuck stepped in to finish her off. He flopped her over on her back. Pulled her by the waist till she was resting, raised, on her hands. He shot his cock home, like a bolt into the chamber of the rifle. His cock cutting easily through her turbulent jelly. He pushed her flat then, his cock grazing, pushing at the top of her cunt, press urging her pelvis more painfully. And he shook inside of her, no thrusts. Moving no more than an inch back and forth. Massaging the walls of her pussy lips, churning in her. Jogging, shaking his ass, delicate vibrations coursing through her. She came on her own steam almost. The tensing of her cunt muscles, the way she squeezed her legs tightly together. A little yelp breaking from her lips as her insides broke up in the waves of climax. Then Chuck started pounding, hard, long pokes deep into her cunt. Feeling the muscles clamp down on him. Shooting off. Cream, gism, mingling into a tasty brew in her cunt. Barbara moving in to eat this up to, drinking from Evelyn's cunt as from a goblet, the fine wine of sex. Actually drinking it down, licking her tongue, swallowing the juice.
Then they were exhausted. They slept for a while. Barbara cooked some eggs and bacon for them when they awoke and Chuck and Evelyn went home.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The women had not been completely successful in their attempt. No demonstrable evidence was present to suggest that their husband's had gone any farther in understanding the imperative of the flesh. They were still enjoying their sex in the conventional manners, true they had been somewhat liberated but only within the heterosexual ethics. But the effects of even this change were considerable. The men now were able to consider their wives' sexuality as belonging to them privately. So many men find if hard to imagine their women having orgasms at the hands and cocks of other men, believing misguidedly that they are integral to the kindling of passion in their wives, as if the chemistry that brought them together excluded other males from its scope. Chuck had the opportunity to see Evelyn writhing in Olson's embrace, humping to meet the thrusts of his big cock, winding herself around his manhood. He saw her come in response to his thrustings, he had even fucked her in Olson's come. And now he knew the sex to run in her in a secret current ready to be stirred into turbulence at the right touch, the right words.
Evelyn and Barbara conferred again. They decided that a party like the one they had gone to would serve to loosen their men from the ties of heterosexuality, They didn't want to ask for Emil's help however, it was to be their own effect that brought them the fruits of total sexual liberation.
They started looking out for some new people to invite to their swapping sessions, people whose desires could be manipulated and broadened to help them reach their ends. They didn't start going to bars or hanging around public places more than usual, they didn't go out on the make. They simply became more aware, keeping their senses alive, always open to the revealing vibrations of sexual arousal. Beautiful, sexy women are always being approached by men with fucking on their minds. Evelyn and Barbara began to consider the men who tried to pick them up more carefully. Engaging him in conversation to find the nature of his desires, they didn't want to wind up with any perverts.
The right young man came along quite by accident. Barbara was on third Avenue in Manhattan looking in "he jewelry stores for a present for Evelyn. She waited while the saleswoman waited on the young man who had come in before her. She liked the way he looked. Athletically built, his hair stylishly long. His face was smooth yet definitely marked with an air of intelligence and sensitivity. She liked the earrings that he was buying, they were in good taste. In fact, she found the man in every way attractive. Something clicked in her and she knew that he was the one, she had high hopes for him.
She gave up her search for a present and followed the man out of the store. In the most traditional of ways she asked if had a light for her cigarette and they wound up eating lunch together in a quiet little bar on Fifty-eight street. He didn't seem surprised when she described her interest in him. She gently rubbed his leg, scratching with her nails along the inside of his thighs as they sat sipping their cocktails. They arranged to meet at Evelyn's house in two evenings. Barbara went into the phone booth and called Evelyn to tell her the good news. The phone rang ten times and Barbara was going to give up when her rings were answered.
Evelyn was panting and out of breath. "Did I interrupt something," Barbara asked. "No, we were just finishing," the redhead answered. Then they exchanged their news. The local paperboy had gotten sick and his older brother, all of sixteen years old, had taken over for him that afternoon. He was making collections and Evelyn asked him to wait in the kitchen while she got the money. She chuckled as she looked for her purse. The boy must have been quite flustered, walking into every adolescents fantasy as he did. For Evelyn was dressed only in a slinky negligee cum housecoat. Her red pubic curls glistened beneath the skimpy fabric and her breasts jutted out. As she got excited watching the boy's reactions to her near nudity her nipples grew hard, the silk clinging to the buttons.
She took care to slink out of the room wagging her buttocks and full hips. The poor kid fidgeted around on the kitchen chair, sipping desultorily at the beer Evelyn had insisted on his taking. He blushed as he realized his cock was making a noticeable bulge in his pants and tried to maneuver his hands to cover up from Evelyn's arch gaze. He didn't succeed well because the hint of that hard young meat had gone to Evelyn's brain. She had changed enough from her housewifely days to take what she wanted. And there was noting she could think better than some nice adolescent cock. She dug the idea of giving the boy one of those experiences with an older women that men remember so fondly in their later years.
She came back with the change after arranging herself to her best advantage. When she bent to hand the boy the money the top button of her negligee came open. As she had wanted, her lovely breasts tumbled out right in front of the blushing lad. He was smart enough to know this was all happening on purpose, that the sexy woman wanted to fuck him, but he was still inexperienced enough not to know how to handle it.
Evelyn remained bent over, her tits swinging without subtlety in front of the boy's widened eyes. She put her hands on the table and gently swung her pendulous breasts closer and closer to his face till the soft flesh was grazing his lips. She caressed the back of his neck with her experienced fingers, giving him chills that clashed with his hots. She reached forward and pushed his face to her chest, felt the texture of his lips on her anxious flesh. "Do you want to make love to me," she whispered in his ear, her tongue licking him. Soundlessly the boy indicated his desire, timorously feeling the curve of her full hips.
The auburn beauty led his prize up to the bedroom, shedding her single covering as they mounted the stairs giving the boy the benefit of the sight of her shaking ass as she walked before him, the crack separating and closing with her steps.
In the bedroom the action preceded with much more speed. Hesitant as he was to take any initiative, not quite understanding that one of his fantasies were coming through, the boy allowed Evelyn to undress him. The air caught in his chest as she drew her tongue up the length of his well-developed cock, tickling the rim. His slim hips quivered and he lay down, arms stretched out, as Evelyn urged him to. She covered his body with her own, feeling the young strength of his vital limbs, the smooth childish skin. She caught his lips between her own and kissed him till he couldn't breathe, her tongue forcing in his mouth, teaching him the subtleties that no teenager would know.
As the boy became more used to the idea he let go. His hands scrabbled over the full curves of Evelyn's ass, pinching, squeezing glorying in the sensation.
His hips were humping up at her, his slim but long cock pressed against the smooth, bulge of his belly. Evelyn reached between their pressed bodies and circled his stiff prick, loving the softness of the skin and the hardness of the bone. Her cunt was creamy and ready, just the idea of making it with the handsome young boy, imagining the joy she would be giving to him has gotten her more than hot. She figured she would have time in the future to savour the intricacies of his body. Right then she wanted to fuck him. She positioned his cock at the entrance of her hole, getting up on her knees and straddling his thighs. She then stuck his cock in up to his balls. She joggled up and down on his cock, hoping that he wouldn't come too soon for her to get her pleasure. She felt the shakings in his cock, the tensing of his muscles and knew he was ready to shoot. She moved her fingers down to his prick and pressed into the tubes, effectively blocking of his sperm. Hoping that the few extra thrusts she could get out of him before the pent up gism became too painful would bring her a climax.
His come was boiling in the boy's balls, straining to shoot out the length of his cock. Finally he couldn't handle it any longer. Urgently he took the initiative for the first time, pulling Evelyn's restraining fingers away from his twitching instrument, bathing the walls of her pussy with his sweet sperm.
She heaved herself off of his prick and lay beside him, taking the still firm cock, of the impetuousness youth, in her mouth, sucking him for the last drops of fluid.
Then the phone rang and she heard Barbara's good news, about the attractive man she had picked up and who would pleasure them all with the usage of his cock only two nights hence.
When she returned to the bedroom she found the boy lying just as she had left him, his confused brain trying to put the pieces of the afternoon into a form he could understand. Delivering papers for his brothers, walking into this strange, respectable looking house and zap, having his cock in a delightfully beautiful woman's snatch. His friends would never believe it he didn't.
Rubbing his belly with pleasure Evelyn asked the boy if he had a girlfriend, he could bring to a party she was giving Thursday. The boy thought feverishly, he didn't want to miss another chance at that cunt, the next time he'd do the thing he wanted, taste the sticky juices, smell her till he was delirious, He said yes and then hoped he could find someone who would have the guts to take part.
The boy, whose name was Steven, spent the next two days wracking his mind for the courage to ask one of the girl's he knew put out. He didn't really think any of them would be up for any orgy. That was too much. There was Barbara and Diane, but they were strictly cocksuckers. sometimes he wondered about what made them act as they did. Saturday afternoons when their parents were out playing golf the sisters would invite as many boys as wanted the opportunity to come over. Then, both of them sitting next to each other on the bed, they'd have two boys come in. Pull down their pants, jerk their cocks once or twice to get them hard and then suck away. They never let anyone fuck them and sucked as many guys as they had time to before their parents came home. One day that Steve was there each girl had had fifteen different cocks in their mouth. It must have looked like a boy scout convention he thought, all the young kids dressed up, their hair slicked down, going to get sucked off. But they wouldn't do. He needed someone really sophisticated, somebody who fucked, some chick who wouldn't look too bad beside Evelyn's experience. Or someone who was willing to try anything.
She came to him out of the blue, by accident. Steve was importuning a willowy, dark haired girl, the school slut, rumored to take on two guys at a time in the auditorium projection booth. But she was having none of it. Steve had never been too much of a swinger and once he'd actually come in her ear. She didn't like him and was getting enough on her own not to have to compromise. But unawares, a very attractive young girl had heard Steve's proposition. Her thighs had grown moist at the thought of it getting all the cock she wanted, from a couple of different guys, and maybe, this was the best, getting to suck a grown woman's pussy. Brenda, for what was her name, had a thing about sucking cunts. She'd been fucked a couple of times and liked it but usually she wound up sucking a cunt of having her own licked. After the other chick had walked away smirking, Brenda approached Steve and asked him if she would be OK. He took one look at the firm outline of her tits beneath the tight sweater and said sure, ok, fine. He had a date for the orgy.
It was going to be an out of sight orgy. The girls did not really have that religious bent to them. Their orgy would be more practical, more earthly oriented than Emil, if such a thing is possible. They wanted their husbands to be swept helplessly in a tidal wave of sex. They wanted so much to be happening the men could be aware of no facts, no process, only the feel of flesh against flesh, the intrusion of their cocks into the warmth of an ass or cunt, the slick sucking of a willing mouth. They figured they might have a logistics problem just in arranging the seven people who were going to attend. Evelyn felt very sure of the evening's success, since, after all, seven was her lucky number, and they had the truth on their side.
Evelyn and Barbara stayed reserved with their husbands on the evening of the orgy trying to keep from identifying with them strongly, keeping a distance that would not obstruct their sex fun. The men waited in the den along with the other guests as they arrived, Steve and Brenda, the men looking at each other with surprise at this strange addition. Doug walked in full of self confidence and anticipation. He was looking forward to all the new contacts, the wonderful turbulence of mind-blowing group sex.
The lights dim, everyone shucking off their clothes. Checking those they were seeing for the first time, gauging their curves and crevices for the pleasures they would provide. Palms sweating as the thought of touching these beautiful plains and slopes transmitted itself into the physical, raising cocks and heating cunts. Brenda took her clothes off without shyness, feeling herself the youngest and for that reason possessed of a special attraction to the men and women so admirably suited to satisfying her desires. Feeling all eyes upon her she ran her hands over the slight swells of her shapely hips up to her fulsome tits. Teasing her nipples till they stood out as straight as shiny red bullets. Crying for the attention of fingers and mouths. Imagining her girlish figure pressed beneath their virile weight, her tits squishing into the full globes that Barbara sprouted.
Doug stood sternly proud of his physique, his well hung cock dangling. He was an old hand at this sort of sex, it took a bit to get him stirred up and the measure of the evening sex would be the delirium to which he was aroused.
They stood apart, feeling with their eyes, letting their preferences come to the surface when presented with all the opportunities, letting their intuition help make the choice of partners. Doug and Steve were snapped up immediately as fresh meat by Evelyn and Barbara. Both women stuck with their prot'g's, wanting to fully test out their contributions to the swapping set that was soon to develop into a small community. Chuck as the master of the house was forced to remain alone at the outset, turning Brenda over to Olson, whose big cock she had been admiring from afar.
The lights dimmed till the room was clothing in darkness, that was the only clothing allowed or wanted. Hands sought out the resilient flesh of their partners and soon the rasping of gristly cock against soft cunt tissue, the sinking of tongues in twats would begin. Olson bore his young beauty to the floor, pressing under his massive weight. The girl loved it, she felt that this time she was truly going to be taken. Her little body twined around Olson's bulk, feeling like a tangle of energetic snakes. Pressure at every juncture of their sweating frames. Her hands groped for his stiff pole, holding it reverently, her fingers moving slowly and with awe over the swollen head. Pushing the flesh in every direction, feeling the give, the bounciness of his cock, a strange instrument whose purpose stayed uppermost in the girl's mind.
She felt sure his fingers molding her plaint flesh. Her nipples fiery points spouting flames, digging into his chest as he fondled her ass, explored the delicate curve ending in the juice pit that was her cunt. A flow with thick sex jelly. Olson's finger slid easily in, he could feel her cunt lips fluttering with nervousness and enjoyment. The crack of her ass was slippery with sweat. She rolled around his plunging digit, her hips hesitantly falling into the rhythm of her need.
Then it was swift with them. Olson exchanged his cock for his fingers. Poised at the girl's tight hole, rubbing the head of his tool in the broth at her entrance, feeling the suction of her pussy lips as she waited anxiously for the sweet penetration. Her long legs slung over his back, her cunt the fulcrum of their exertions. A ripple of muscle through his buttocks and he sank into her to his balls, stretching the tender flesh with his big prick. Filling the girl up to the height of her imagination. She clamped her legs tightly around him, holding him steady, growing acquainted with the stuffing her twat was taking, plunging headlong into the wild, varied world of sex.
Olson pumped seriously, artfully. Slowly, long delving strokes to the tip of her womb. Letting her grow acquainted with the delightful feel of the big tool. Her cunt growing juicier, more receptive. Her hips humping at him, the young face twisting back and forth with the agony of her pleasure. Her fingers pressing at his hips, his ass, feeling his manliness. His speed picking up as she writhed more hotly against him, getting both of them terribly excited. His prick calling for the new rhythm, pulling Olson with it. Frothing in her so tight snatch, embraced in the slick pink flesh. He held her thighs in his hands, fingers pressing behind her knee, open at the crotch. Her cunt spread as far as possible and still little pushing noises of the instrument pulling the flesh with it every time it went in or out. Olson felt at the point where they were joined, enjoying the plumpness of those red petals, the way they followed his movements.
He bent and took as much of one of her tits as would fit into his mouth, tonguing the hard nipple. Sending her thrashing more mindlessly, in more excitement at the added thrill. His hand slipping down to hold her rounded cheeks, she had a low slung ass the way he liked them. The skin drum tight over her bent posteriors. The crack pulled wide apart separated, the puckered ring of her asshole open to his inquiring finger. She yelped at the sudden pain of his anal intrusion, not liking it at all. Increasing the fury of her humping to avoid the unpleasantness at her backside. Then, as Olson pumped more furiously into the jelly of her cunt the feeling was translated into pleasure, the finger in her ass hurrying her more to meet the joy of the cock working in her belly.
They came, together, Olson just a moment ahead. Spurting his hot gism into the tender snatch, a copious spend that dribbled from between their bodies and fell with audible splash onto the floor. Brenda clawing at her man's back, running grooves in the flesh with her fingernails. Olson biting her deeply on the neck, tasting the faintest little drop of blood. Both of them humping into delirium.
As beside them Doug was poised over Barbara head, his heavy balls resting on her nose as he fed her his cock. Barbara reaching for it with one hand, directing it toward her mouth as Doug knelt beside her head, looking down at the lush expanse of her body. Playing his fantasies across the attractive flesh like a projectionist the movie on a screen. He sighed as her warm lips wrapped around his organ, the tongue working on the tip, poking gently at the hole. He rubbed his balls around on her face before diving for her cunt, his tongue already pointing for the hole. Tasting in one quick rush, like a diver jumping into freezing water; the shock of her female juices. The acrid nectar that intoxicated. Licking her clit a few times to work her along before settling on the well where her fluids gathered. He spread her cunt wide apart, almost roughly with his fingers and began to gobble. Sucking up whole mouthfuls of the pink flesh, ripping with his teeth. His tongue a stabbing knife cutting through the creamy batter, spiralling her into the dim clouds of delight. Working vigorously, his tongue flashing in and out, in out, tasting, smelling. Then he stuffed his fingers, three of them into her spread hole while pulling her clit between his lips, sucking as Frank Harris had once suggested was the best, most arousing way.
And Steven too was imbedded in the cunt he so desired. His tongue frantic in the aphrodisiac jelly. His cock rubbing between Evelyn's soft tits, his hands full of her round ass. His own adolescent, slightly feminine cheeks humping above her belly as he was lost in transport of sexual joy. It was good. Her cunt spread before him to be devoured. Thick lipped woman's cunt, dark red, endless vistas of meat. He tried to see up her tunnel to look into the secrets of her belly, see the fabled gates of her womb. His tongue was his walking stick as he made that journey to Femina, plunging up her twat, making up with vigor and energy what he lacked in skill. He rubbed his whole face in her jelly. Evelyn squeezed her tits around his jumping cock, her softness, her warmness carrying him.
All three couples lay jumbled together in the dark room, thighs touching, the three separate shakings being transmitted all along the chain. Chuck standing, watching, doing his best to resist the impulse to jerk off, trying to save his essence for someone's cunt or mouth. Finally he knelt down in the middle of them all. The sounds of their thrashing and heavy breathing making him urgent. He wanted to connect to that tremendous flow of sex. He felt blindly, groping for whatever surface would present itself. Rubbing, pinching indiscriminately at the flesh. His fingers winding in long hair without knowing to whom it belonged, what color, what head connected to it. He felt the roundness of an ass, humping up and down. Smooth, curvy, a light down between the cheeks in the sweat. He felt in the crack of the anonymous ass, his fingers circling around the puckered ring of the asshole. He wet his finger in his mouth and then sought the hole again, running his hands across the roundness. He assumed it was Brenda, from the smoothness the tightness. His finger pushed in, tightly pressed by the tight tissue that clenched around his advance. Felt the bucking as the person tried to dislodge the annoying digit. Then he was all the way in, felt the cheeks closing around his palm. Felt the jerking of her hips as his ministrations, excited her. Then he felt her writhe, jerk, twitch and shoot her sperm. It was Steven, he'd had his finger up the boy's ass.
Chuck reached down between the crack and felt the boys balls, further the arrow of his cock which ended in his wife's sucking mouth. Steven rolled off of Evelyn as he came, the finger at his ass having brought him over the top. Chuck replaced the boy, kissing his wife deeply, pushing his tongue between her lips. And she opened her mouth to let the boys sperm flow into her husbands. He pulled away from the kiss and tried to spit it out, almost a reflex action. But the hot gism had excited him. Gave him ideas. Shit, Evelyn had been pushing him all the time anyway, why not try it. There was so much fucking going on, who knew what was really happening anyway.
He got between Evelyn's legs and unerringly sank his cock into her creaming snatch. Got nice and wet in her cunt juice then abruptly pulled out. He whispered in her ear," I'm going to fuck him, You suck his cock." Steve was lying on his side and Evelyn crawled around in front of him, her mouth open, receiving his prick like an old and welcome visitor. Chuck behind, bending the boys ass outward. His heart a flutter at the new experience, more nervous than when he'd fucked his first girl a year ago.
His big cock searched for an indentation of the boys asshole. He marvelled at the girlish roundness of his ass. Then he was in position, his cock wet with the juices of his wife's cunt. He pressed and Steven stiffened, he felt the battering ram knocking at his back door and was afraid. Just the finger in his ass had been a bit uncomfortable at first. But Chuck held on tight and intruded his prick, an inch at a time, into the boy's tight ass.
Steven was in a quandary. He had often fantasized what it would be like to have a cock in him, simply to know the experience of it, maybe even understand a little better what it was like for a woman to get fucked. It hurt. He felt the big pole entering his ass, his mind tom between the pain at his back and the warm lips sucking his prick. He vacillated between them. Then, summoning his concentration he put his mind completely on the ministrations of Evelyn at his cock and balls. Though and felt her tongue loving him, traveling the length of his pole. Her lips sipping at the tip, pressing into the little pee hole. And Chuck's cock somehow enmeshed in his sensation of pleasure. The ache in his ass had transformed into a feeling of urging and fullness, like his insides were being pressed outwards in a lazy explosion. His cock became more sensitive, it felt as if a warm mouth was guzzling at his balls from the inside.
Chuck pumped in the tightness of the boys ass. He felt like a fourteen year old virgin. He pulled his cock out to wet it with spittle, making the friction more pleasant, less irritating. His cock fit back in without difficulty, as the boy got more excited his muscles relaxed and he was totally receptive. He even began to hump back at the big cock, swallowing it into his belly. Chuck was grunting at the exertion, holding on tight to the bucking ass, his mind blank but for the squeezing on his cock. The muscles of Steven's ass contracting on him as Evelyn's mouth sipped up his sperm, the boy coming again with colored lights, pinwheels, fireworks all having a carnival in his whirling brain. Lying exhausted, Chuck on top of him now, humping him into the ground. His big cock ravaging the boy's ass. And Steven digging it, fantasizing vaguely of pleasure of passivity. Having it all done to him. Moving his ass in small circles as he got involved in the pleasure of being buggered. His cock in little spasms, pumping away, trying to spout the sperm which had already been diminished. He felt Chuck's thrusts speeding up. His ass felt raw. He groped out for more flesh. He wanted flesh of every style. Olson before him, humping into the young girl's cunt, he flashed a vision of Brenda gasping, asking for more cock, spreading her legs, sticking her fingers into the man's ass, sticking her fingers up her own cunt besides the plunging, frothing prick. He buried his face in Olson's ass, burrowing between the cheeks, licking the man's ass. The strangeness of it. It was they were no longer on the earth but some planet out in the nebulae where people breathed and stayed alive through this curious method of entwining.
Then Steven felt the strangest sensations. A waterfall was up his ass. Chuck had come, his hot gism flowing in the boys battered ass, stinging a little but then soothing. A feeling of well being filled the boy. He stopped his sucking, concentrated on the warmth that was spreading through him from inside. So that was what it was all about. The way women felt it? He squeezed his cheeks together when he sensed Chuck getting ready to pull out, wanting to maintain the pleasure, to fell what the shrinking organ would be like as it dwindled from its staff-like size.
Barbara was getting it in the ass too. Her legs pushed back over her head, Doug grinning down at her as his fitted cock plunged in her anal tightness, she writhed, moaned. Knowing like only a woman can, how to receive the hardness of penetration. She was rubbing feverishly at her tits and the backs of her raised thighs as Chuck plunged without stopping, a musical rhythm that was pounding her into and unconsciousness through the fogs of which she would only feel the motion inside of her. To have something moving inside of her, the snake of sex, the exploration of inner space. The sun burst that would come as Doug did. His teeth sinking into the softness of her tit, just below the nipple. Sinking with real ferocity as he lost his sperm in a wrenching spasm, tasting blood in return, filling her with his fluid as he drank the minute quantity, the drops of her blood.
There was never stillness in that room from then on. When someone tried there was a willing and able celebrant to take their place. Brenda had her mind tom from her as she was fucked again and again. She wanted it hard, she wanted to really feel the hard bone of cock on her soft, creamy insides and they decided to fuck one right after the other. Olson came. Stuffed her cunt with his spunk. He pulled out, sat by her head so she could turn and lick at his prick, the come and juices still on it. Steve took the big man's place, getting his chance at the girl he had brought. Straining to fuck her as hard as he could, using his big prick more sparingly than Olson had his big organ. Filled her with his come. Her cunt was incredibly wet, two men having doused her with the essence of life. Chuck took up the place between the shrine of her thighs. Stared hard through the darkness to see the steams of come dribbling from the vat of her cunt. Her face twisted and convulsed, revealing her delirium. For Brenda it was truly an orgy in the classic sense, losing her mind. Wanting cock way passed her need for it. And Chuck roared within her, battering her young insides. She was wider now, her cunt distended with the three hearty fucks she'd had. Her tits marked with the love bites of her previous partners. Her hips covered with sperm from the cocks she had sucked. Her hands and arms flopped uselessly beside her, she was unable to control herself. She had come half a dozen times and her body was continuously a tremble with the overload of pleasure.
Then Doug, flipping her over on her belly to fuck her from behind. Hoisting her up to her knees and plunging in, his big cock sliding home without effort. He fucked her as hard as he could, that seemed to be his trip anyway, pounding his gristle into soft female meat. Making sure they felt him and strongly. The poor girl pissed when she came. Her muscles battered beyond their capability, she was glutted with sex, overflowing, awash in sperm. She came twice and when Doug shot off she came for the last time in the evening. Letting down with her thinning cream a copious flow of steaming yellow piss. It felt good to Doug. He grooved on making her suck off, lapping her cream, the come of all the men as the bitterness of her piss. She was passed caring.
The tenor of the evening was like nothing that had ever before come off at the swapping session. It was like nothing any of them had ever seen. They went berserk on flesh. They had never had so much available to them. Like all their fantasies come to life. Whatever they wanted was there, full bodied experienced women, a horny young girl. For the women there was cock in overabundance. Evelyn tried what she had wanted ever since she saw Barbara at Emily, covered in humping male. Doug made it up her ass, while she sucked Chuck off and Felt Olson swirling in her cunt. Steve was eating Brenda, the little girl hardly able to move, only dimly aware of feeling good, her cunt reeking, her body soaked through, while Barbara sucked him off, alternately licking his inflamed ass, the smell strong there of cock penetration.
And the women had succeeded beyond their wildest dreams. Olson and Chuck went wild. At one point in the evening Chuck, whose imagination had been fired by his first contact and buggering of Steve's feminine asshole, had Olson tearing his insides out, his big cock straining in his unused hole while he sucked on Steve's dong. Olson sucked Chuck off and savored the sticky consistency of the sperm, but he still wasn't really ready to get fucked up the ass. He was actually afraid that it would hurt too much. The woman got fucked and buggered till they couldn't walk. The room stunk with sex, the smell of come, sweat, blood, piss. They didn't even bother to leave the room to shit, going off to one comer, crouching down and letting go while somebody rubbed their cocks or fingered their pussy. It was an incredible feeling, the shit oozing out of your ass hole while someone sucked sweetly and regularly on your big stiff pulsating cock. The morning light filtered faintly through the window on the most debauched set of people anyone would ever want to see. They were sprawled over each other every which way. Arms and legs entwined. Sleeping the sleep of the drugged, the sated, the totally exhausted. And transformed, utterly transformed. They had opened up an entrance into the animal, finding themselves the ability to eat flesh, to relish in meat and the sweet juices. To unquestioningly take pleasure as it was offered, to open every orifice of the body to its function, taking in and giving out.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Confucius once wrote "Only the most absolute sincerity under heaven can effect any change." Chuck and Olson, though they had opened for themselves the possibility of total body freedom had not entered their sexuality that night with the correct intent. They knew now what they were capable of but a steady program of self betterment as necessary. They and their wives began to enlarge their circle of sexual acquaintances. Learning something from each new person, a new position, using olive oil, artificial devices. The whole universe of sex was open to them and they took full advantage. They found literally dozens of people in their own community who had been suffering with guilty desires that only needed the attention of sincere and liberated people to make them feel better. To become more full and realized in character.
Chuck and Evelyn, Olson and Barbara, all became productive contributing members of their community, helping people get out from the yoke of their Freudian hangups, turning them to flesh. They had made it.
