How common is wife-swapping is an often-asked question. According to William and Jerrye Breedlove in The Swinging Set (Sherbourne, 1965): " ... approximately five million couples in the U.S. have at one time or another mutually agreed to exchange partners for sexual intercourse ... these figures are increasing." In Barbara and Bob's case, their initiation to swapping was the exposure of each's sexual hypocrisy by Barbara's little sister, a full-time college swinger. She showed them that the family that lays together stays together.
CHAPTER ONE
"Do you know your trouble, sister dear?" asked the long-haired blonde who sat with crossed legs on the sofa, her miniskirt riding the tops of her thighs. "You've bought the male propaganda that you're inferior because you don't have a prick."
Brunette Barbara Walker's cheeks turned pink. "Katie! What a thing to say!"
"Well, it's true. That's the whole basis for this male supremacy bullshit. Men think they're such hot stuff because they've got cocks and we haven't. That's made them the aggressors in everything. They've enslaved women. Look at you, for instance. Bob married you and turned you into his servant-someone to wash his socks and have his babies while he screws around with the chicks at the office."
"He doesn't ... play around with other girls. And please don't use those dirty words, Katie. My God, is that what they teach in college these days?" Barbara was shocked and amazed at the change that had come over her baby sister after less than a year at the university.
"I've learned a lot, I'll admit," said Katie. "I've had my eyes opened. Now I want to open your eyes before it's too late."
"Well, I don't think you know what you're talking about." Barbara got up and walked to the patio window of her neat suburban home. "Bob and I happen to love each other."
"Oh, sure. Love, " the eighteen-year-old said scornfully. "That's another thing. To men, love is a racket. That's the way they con women into slavery while they stay free as the birds, to do anything they please. Level with me, Barbara-do you really believe Bob hasn't fucked another girl in the two years you and he have been married?"
Barbara whirled to face her, cheeks flaming. "Of course he hasn't! And I won't have you using words like ... fuck. They're filthy."
Katie laughed. "They're honest, that's what they are. That's what shakes the squares. Barbara, wake up. The world is changing. Young people are seeing and telling it like it is. The old hypocritical shit doesn't make it any more."
Barbara was aghast at the way her younger sister had been talking since she'd arrived less than an hour ago to spend her spring vacation with Barbara and her husband. What if she talked and behaved this way in front of him? He'd be scandalized, and Barbara would be terribly embarrassed.
She crossed the room and sat down beside Katie. "Now listen...." she began, using the superior tone which she believed her four years of seniority entitled her to employ whenever the girls had a disagreement, "I want you to cut this out right now. I don't know what's happened to you, Katie, but Bob is a decent man and he's not used to hearing girls use four-letter words. Another thing," she added, tugging at her sister's hemline, "put on a dress that's a little longer. Good God, I can see your panty crotch every time you sit down."
Katie laughed again. "You'd better be glad I'm wearing pants. At home I don't wear them half the time."
"Home? That's at the college?"
"Sure. The apartment I share with three other kids-oh, I haven't told you about them, have I?"
"You said 'kids', not 'girls'. You don't mean to tell me...."
"That's right." Katie's blue eyes twinkled merrily. "Two of them are guys. Then there's Laura and me. Man, do we have some times!"
"Oh, God!" Barbara closed her eyes. "What would Mother and Daddy say?" Her eyes popped open. "You haven't told them, have you?"
"Shit, no! Do you think I want them to cut off my allowance?"
"Look ... Katie ... you've got to get hold of yourself, do you understand? Bob will be here in a couple of hours, and you can't carry on like this in front of him. You simply can 't."
"He won't mind," the other girl said blandly.
"Well, I will! You'll embarrass me to death."
"I guess that's your problem, isn't it?" Katie looked her right in the eye.
She should never have invited Katie to visit them, Barbara decided. But how could she have known how her baby sister had changed? They hadn't been corresponding. Suddenly Katie had phoned and said she had a week's vacation coming up and no place to spend it. She'd gone home over Christmas and wanted to go somewhere else this time. It had been only natural for Barbara to invite her.
"Anyway, as I recall," Katie went on, lifting some strands of long, straight hair over her shoulder, "Bob is a lot more hip than you are. He's probably having a ball with the chicks at that big aerospace outfit he works for."
"How can you say such hateful things?" Barbara demanded, her anger and frustration rising. "He isn't interested in other girls."
"Wanta bet?" Katie's wise young eyes twinkled.
"I would, if it was anything to bet about. I'd bet a million dollars!"
Katie laughed. "You'd better put up something you can afford to lose, sister-like your smug self-righteous attitude. I'm as certain as I am of sitting here that Bob's playing you for a sucker, like all husbands play their wives. That's why I'm not going to get married for a long, long time ... if ever. Anyway, who needs it? Cock is free."
Barbara closed her eyes and lifted a hand to her face. She thought, This is awful! Bob's going to be terribly shocked when he hears her talk this way. Thank goodness he's decent and understanding or he'd order her out of the house. But he won't do that because she's my sister. He wouldn't do anything to hurt me.
Just then the baby cried, and Barbara jumped up to go into the bedroom and tend to him. Katie sat where she was, smiling faintly to herself. She thought, This is going to be a ball!
"Oooh, honey ... put it innnn!" the cute, young redhead moaned as she writhed with open thighs, her cunt rosy and moist with desire.
Bob, who sat beside her on the bed, chuckled and trailed his fingertips down her belly to the tangle of fiery curls on her mound. The mound bobbed gently as he stroked it.
His cock stuck up like a rocket, and Leslie grasped it. Her cool, slim fingers squeezed the pole of bone-hard flesh, and it throbbed. Its rosy knob swelled and darkened. A drop of clear lubricant oozed out its tip and hung there, glistening.
"Damn you, Bob, if you don't put this into me...." she whined.
"How about a finger first?" he suggested, and skidded his middle digit down her wriggly, wet meat. He wormed it into the mouth of her pussy and up her channel, which felt like moist velvet.
"Ooh, that's too small!" Lesley exclaimed petulantly. "I want your prick!"
"That's the girl," he said, as he stroked his finger in and out of her hole. "Ask for it like you mean it. What is it you want now?"
"I wanta be fucked!" she declared as she tugged at his turgid penis.
"Well, I guess you're ready, all right," he said, and swung to fucking position atop her.
"Ooh, yesss!" she exclaimed, and pulled his long, hard pecker toward her open cunt. She stuffed his meat into her snatch and moaned with delight as he drove it deep.
She wrapped her arms-and legs around him, and Bob began to pull and thrust, stroking his rigid dick in and out of her warm, slick pussy. The going was very good. Leslie was just tight enough to suit him, and she wiggled her pussy nicely as he fucked it.
Her body undulated against him like a rolling sea. She panted and whimpered with excitement. He twisted his head one way, then the other, gobbling up her red, stiff nipples for a quick suck.
Now he ran his arms snugly around her and said, "Watch it, we're going to roll over."
Before she had a chance to protest, he rolled, carrying her with him, and she ended up on top, her thighs tented widely above his loins. He gripped her lush ass and wiggled it as she assumed the principal motions of screwing. He bumped rhythmically upward. Her compressed titties quivered against his chest.
"Sit up," he said, and grasped her shoulders to help.
She sat straight up.
He took hold of her tits and played with them while her hips circled and pumped. His cock throbbed merrily in her gliding, rotating sheath. Goddamn, it was good!
Why was a strange piece always so much better than what he got at home? Barbara's body was as good as Leslie's, and she wasn't cold. But he always felt a little trapped when he shoved his prick into Barbara, as if her pussy might snap on him and never let him go. With Leslie and the others, he could come and go as he pleased.
Coming was what he was about to do. He squeezed Leslie's tits hard and pumped his prick up into her, rapid-fire. She caught the fever and moved just as briskly with him. She gasped and wailed, then climaxed just as he spurted his hot cum into her. It was perfect.
"Well, I've gotta be getting home," he said after they had separated and were lying on their backs, side by side. "Ooooh. Can't we try for another one?"
"'Fraid not. Barbara will have dinner waiting."
"Perfect little wife, isn't she?" Leslie said with acid on her tongue.
"She's okay, as wives go."
"Why do you settle for just okay?"
Leslie was lying on her cheek, watching him.
He grinned and said, "Because anybody else I married would be just the same ... or maybe not as good. Chicks are chicks. Wives are wives."
"What a piss-poor philosophy that is," she scoffed.
"I happen to believe it's true. We all play out the roles that life gives us. Now me, I'm the perfect husband and father-solicitous and loving, working my ass off to pay the bills and provide my family with a secure future ... but grabbing a little fun on the side every once in a while, like today. You're a single girl, so naturally you're looking for a husband who'll let you sit home and take care of babies while he's out doing what I'm doing."
"Shit on that!" she said vehemently. "If you were my husband, I'd know where you were every minute. There'd be none of this going on."
He laughed. "That's what you think. That's what all girls think before they get married. But eventually they find out the truth and most of them accept it, just like husbands learn to put up with a lot of guff from their wives. That's the way the game is played."
"Huh!" She angrily stared at the ceiling.
He sat up and leaned over her, smiling. "But you're a damned good piece of ass, Leslie. And I hope I'm a good stud. What we give each other is a fair exchange. And since I'm honest with you, nobody's about to get hurt. Right?"
"Prick," she said. But she kissed him.
They had arranged this motel date yesterday at the office where they both worked. That morning she'd called her supervisor from home and said she was sick. Bob had left the office early that afternoon, ostensibly to confer with the engineers of a subcontractor his firm did business with. He and Leslie had met at a bar down the street from the motel; they'd had a couple of drinks and he'd brought her here. Everything was neat and gossip-proof.
Now he would go home to Barbara, give her a peck on the cheek and ask, "What's for dinner?"
Oh. Wait Katie would be there today, wouldn't she?
He smiled to himself. Little Katie. He wondered if university life had changed her. He remembered her as a cute little tease who used to flip her butt around the living room when he called on Barbara. Right after the wedding, he'd landed a job with his present employer and taken Barbara away from their home town. They'd gone back once to visit her parents and Katie, but that had been a year ago. Katie hadn't changed much. He bet she was a lot different now. She probably wasn't a virgin any more, for one thing. College studs always went after the virgin stuff right away.
When he was in college, he'd deflowered two maidens himself and screwed a whole slough of more experienced chicks ... all while he exchanged loving, sentimental letters with Barbara. She had no idea he was playing around then, just as she didn't suspect it now.
All part of the game.
To Leslie he said, "Better shake your ass, baby. You wanta go into the john first, or shall I?"
She cut him with a look. "I just may never go out with you again."
He grinned. "You do or you don't."
"I was right. You very definitely are a prick!"
She got up and twisted her fanny into the bathroom. He laughed.
After he got up, he spied her pink puff of silk panties on the floor where he'd tossed them. He picked them up, straightened them out, and gazed at them as he stretched the waistband between his hands. Cute. Smiling again to himself, he dropped the panties on the bed.
He proceeded to gather his own clothes.
"Hi, mister engineer!" Katie sang out as soon as Bob opened the door. She ran across the living room to greet him.
Barbara stood at the side with a worried expression on her face. She watched her sister press her ripe young body against Bob and plaster her lips against his mouth. They rocked back and forth as they kissed. Katie's pose, with arms lifted, caused the hem of her miniskirt to pull up almost to her buttocks.
God! thought Barbara. I've got to put a stop to this.
"All right, you two," she said rather tensely, as she moved toward them.
Katie's tongue was in Bob's mouth. He was trying to terminate the kiss, but this was difficult because he had to fight his own baser instincts as well as Katie's passionate spirit. He'd screwed Leslie only once today, and that was over an hour ago, so his prick was ready to go again. It swelled somewhat as Katie's warm, pliant tummy rubbed against it.
Finally he backed her off. He took a quick breath and laughed nervously.
"Well, that was some greeting!" he said.
Barbara spoke up, "Katie, you embarrassed Bob. Shame on you."
"You didn't mind a friendly kiss, did you, Bob?" the young girl asked. Her eyes twinkled naughtily.
Friendly? It was a hell of a lot more than that. He'd been pleasantly surprised. But he passed up the chance to voice his pleasure and glanced at Barbara as it to say, "What can I do? She's your sister."
"Want a drink, darling?" Barbara asked, seeking to smooth things over.
"Damned right. Katie?"
"She's under age," Barbara said quickly, and turned toward the small bar at the end of the living room.
"Shit, listen to her talk!" chirped Katie. "I'll have a bourbon over ice."
Bob grinned at the sexy blonde, now that his wife's back was turned. She gave him a wink.
"Hey, Katie, you've certainly changed," he said. "College life must agree with you."
"It's the greatest! How does married life agree with you?"
"I couldn't be happier," he said immediately and with firm emphasis that pleased Barbara as she poured the drinks-three of them, because she didn't want to risk crossing Katie. But she made Katie's weak.
"You have a beautiful baby," Katie told Bob.
"Thanks. He takes after Barbara a lot."
"You modest rascal," Katie said, and snuggled up to him. "You're mighty handsome yourself."
Barbara turned to look at them. Katie was certainly singing a different tune toward men than she had that afternoon when the two girls were alone. She's just trying to get my goat every way she can, thought Barbara. What a fool I was to invite her here!
The threesome sat down in the living room to sip their drinks. Katie grabbed the spot beside Bob on the sofa, as Barbara sat across from them. She noted that Bob glanced at Katie's exposed thighs a couple of times. Well, she couldn't blame him-those slabs of flesh were shapely and smooth, and they were revealed almost to her panty elastics. Katie wore briefs instead of panty hose, and her legs didn't show a sign of veins or other imperfections. Barbara envied her.
"Well, what's there to do around this pissy town?" Katie asked. "Is there any action?"
"Don't ask me," Bob said. "I'm an old married man."
Barbara smiled to herself. That was a nice put-down for her impudent sister.
But Katie wasn't bothered by it. She forged blithely ahead, "Haven't you two joined a mate-swapping club yet?"
"Katie!" Barbara snapped.
"What do you know about mate swapping?" Bob asked Katie over his glass.
"It's supposed to be real big in the suburbs. Sounds like fun. Of course, we have the same thing at college, but most of us aren't married," she added with a giggle.
"So you're not a virgin any more, huh?" Bob asked matter-of-factly.
"Oh, Christ!" Katie said. "I lost my cherry the first week I was away from home. And what a relief that was."
"Katie, I don't believe Bob cares to hear about your ... escapades," Barbara said tartly.
He didn't say anything. But he did some heavy thinking as he sipped his drink.
"You know, it's funny," Katie remarked. "I've gotten a lot more broad-minded as I've grown up, but Barbara seems to have gotten more prudish. How do you account for that, Bob?"
"Barbara's no prude," he said. "Are you, honey?"
"I refuse to discuss it. And Katie, please stop trying to show off. You're just proving how immature you really are."
"Oh-ho! The big put-down. Well, years don't make maturity, and neither does marriage. Right, Bob?"
"You two certainly sound like sisters," Bob said, and smiled.
Barbara gave him a critical look. He was taking Katie's impertinence far too genially.
He stood up. "How about another drink?"
"No more for me," Barbara said sharply.
"I'll have another," Katie said, and leaned forward to hand him her glass. Her neckline sagged, and he gazed down at a pair of beautiful flesh-melons, which seemed to have no brassiere around them.
He felt a little throb right where he lived.
As he walked to the bar, he wondered just how far he could go with Katie ... and how fast. He would make the trip if it seemed safe. But she was so outspoken about sex that he doubted whether it would be.
Barbara quickly moved to the couch to sit beside her sister. "Quit it," she snapped, under her breath.
Katie just smiled.
Oh, Barbara thought, how I'd like to slap her face!
When Bob returned, carrying the two glasses, Katie deliberately parted her knees several inches. His gaze penetrated between them and traveled to her blue panties, where they clung to the ripe, womanly curve of her cunt.
He felt another throb.
Goddamn, he thought, if I don't look out, she's going to give me a hard-on!
He handed her drink to her and got a sweet smile. He drew a glare from Barbara, because she'd noted where his eyes had been.
He backed up and sat in the chair Barbara had occupied earlier. Katie crossed her legs carelessly. He saw more of her panties now-at the top of one thigh as well as at her crotch. He took a gulp from his glass.
"Katie was saying," Barbara remarked, "that she may not be able to stay the entire week."
"That's too bad," Bob said, and fought to keep his eyes focused above her waist.
"I didn't say any such thing," the young girl declared bluntly. "My sister-your wife-doesn't trust me around here, I guess." She sipped her drink.
"Come on, Katie," Barbara snapped, her cheeks turning pink with anger as she stood up. "Come out to the kitchen and help me with dinner."
Katie was slow to comply. She uncrossed her legs seductively and, when she was certain Bob's gaze was on them, she parted her thighs more widely than ever. He stared at the narrow strip of blue nylon between them and imagined what was on the other side of that shiny cloth.
She stood up, gave Bob another wink, and walked lazily to the kitchen, swinging her tookus in a suggestive way.
He didn't say anything, and he didn't get up for a while. He didn't dare; he had one beast-of-a hard-on!
He sat there sipping his drink and thinking, Man, if only there was a way!
CHAPTER TWO
Barbara entered the master bedroom after attending to the baby, whose nursery was just across the hall. The guest bedroom, which Katie occupied, was next to the room Barbara and Bob shared.
Barbara closed the door and took off her robe. Bob already was in bed.
They hadn't been speaking since Katie had retired. Barbara was angry and Bob knew why. The evening had been one long flirtation on Katie's part, and he had picked up on it more than he should have. How could he help it? Katie was so young and lush!
Now he would have to make amends by giving Barbara a damned good screwing. That is, if he could get next to her. She looked pretty mad.
He grinned as she approached the bed. She fore a filmy, but non-transparent nightgown.
"Give me a little smile, hm?" he said.
"You!" Stony faced, she lay back the covers.
"C'mere." He reached and grasped her, pulling her down into bed, half atop him. As she writhed, uttering sounds of protest, he tossed the covers over both of them. He hugged her close. "Now quit giving me the business, will you?"
He went for a kiss, but she twisted her face away.
"Listen, a wife can't be jealous of her own kid sister, can she?" he asked.
"I'm not jealous. I'm disgusted."
"With me?"
"Partly."
"I was just trying to be pleasant"
"You knew Katie was trying to bug me, and you encouraged her."
"No, I didn't. But I didn't want to be rude to her, either. You wouldn't have liked that."
"Well, the way she was behaving tonight, it would have been all right."
He let Barbara relax against her pillow. "College has changed her, hasn't it?"
"You can say that again."
"Well, it changes all kids, I guess."
She looked at her husband closely. "You kind of like the way she's changed, don't you?"
"Baby, she doesn't mean anything to me one way or the other."
" "Really?"
"Why, of course. She's just a kid, Barbara!"
"Well, I wasn't too sure ... the way you were ogling her and giving her those snappy comebacks."
"Talk's cheap, baby, and so are looks. But this is what matters." He ran a hand between Barbara's legs and up to tickle her soft, hair-covered cunt.
"Mmmmmmmm," she purred. "Bob!"
They kissed. His tongue stroked languorously in her mouth.
Suddenly she pushed him away and said, "There's nothing doing tonight. I don't feel like it."
He grinned. "Oh, yeah?"
"Yes! Get your hand out from between my legs." She pushed at it through the bedclothes.
He let her have her way about the hand. But then he took a firm grip around her body and swung her on top of him. Her titties mashed against his chest. He pulled up her nightgown and grasped the resilient, wobbly cheeks of her ass, which he squeezed and rolled as she writhed atop him.
"Bob ... dam you ... don't!" she protested, but his crossed arms held her firmly in place while he continued to play with her fanny. This fondling, plus the fact that she was lying against his cock and balls and having her tits stimulated by his hard, hairy chest undermined her resistance.
He caught her mouth and kissed it She gradually melted against him, and her tongue began to give little licks into his mouth, rubbing his tongue when the latter alternately withdrew from between her lips.
Two of his fingers stroked between her rubbery, smooth buttocks, brushing back and forth across her asshole. The sensitive rosette tingled and its puckery little folds spasmed. He brought his other hand up her side and tugged a titty out from between their bodies. He thumbed the erect nipple through the gossamer nylon of her nightie and gave exciting little squeezes to the pliant boob.
Soon he was able to roll Barbara onto her back without resistance. He lowered the top of her nightie, setting her tits free. She gazed at him with warm, soft eyes, and, when he bent to begin kissing her titties, she said, "Ooooh, Bob...." and ran a hand into his hair.
His tongue tenderly stroked the discs around her nipples and buffeted the little towers themselves. He clamped his moist, warm lips around each titty-tip in turn and sucked it gently, laving the topmost portion of the nipple with his tongue.
Her hand stole down his front to grip the stiff prick she'd felt pressing against her. Her fingertips admired the fullness of his glans and tickled the ridge which ran around it. She tickled its underside as well, and stroked its tip which was wet with freshly exuded lubricant.
"Come on and take me, darling," she said.
Barbara never used the word fuck, and Bob had never used it with her. He liked to have other women talk that way when he was in bed with them, but Barbara was different; she was his wife. It wasn't that Bob thought there was anything really wrong with four-letter sex words. But they went with illicit sex, not with the connubial kind. Or so he'd always believed. However, he did like to lick and suck Barbara's pussy, just as he enjoyed tonguing and slurping at the pussies of other girls. So, instead of rolling atop his wife immediately and running his rigid prick into her clasping little cove, he swung to a kneeling position beside her and backed up to arrange one of her legs on his shoulder.
"Ooh, daaarling...." she murmured, tilting her pussy up.
Its large, hair-covered lips were parted, and its slick, smaller lips were infused with blood, causing them to thrust forward and flare slightly. The hood of her clit was up.
Bob bent to the tempting feast, using his thumbs first to stroke tenderly the plushy outer labia, then to pull them farther apart, causing the inner lips to open more. Thick cream dribbled along the rosy folds. The hard tip of her clitty stuck forward, gleaming. Her rosy hole seemed to throb.
He fastened his hungry lips onto the soft, damp rim of her cunt and sank his tongue into her honeypot.
"Ooooooh! " she moaned pleasurably. Her hips began to bob a little.
He stayed on target and pumped his tongue smoothly in and out of her lubricated channel. He breathed in her musky fragrance. He lapped repeatedly up across her clit, drawing gasps and excited murmurs from her. Now he licked down one side of her wet, warm pussy and up the other. He sucked up her juice and swallowed it.
Barbara was all but out of her mind with delight. Her eyes were closed. She tossed her head from side to side on the pillow. She clutched her own throbbing titties and squeezed them. How could she concern herself with Katie and her sexy, immoral talk when Bob loved her so much and treated her so wonderfully? This was heaven, and Bob was the angel who was delivering it to her with his sucking lips and darting tongue.
Suddenly she wanted his cock. She wanted it so strongly that she felt like calling for it by just that name ... but she didn't. That would be nasty.
She moaned, "Darling ... please ... I want it! Now!"
He raised his head from between her thighs and crawled forward atop her. His turgid prick swayed back and forth as he positioned himself. A gleaming strand of lubricant swung from its tip.
Her rosy cavern was open for his thrust, pulsating in anticipation. He grasped his prick and fitted its tip into the orifice. Barbara gasped with excitement and lifted her hips slightly as he thrust.
His strong cock sank all the way into her channel. Her flesh was snug and slick around him. He groaned with pleasure as he stirred her depths with his long sensitive pole. She began to rise and fall and writhe. He pulled and thrust his pecker in and out of her clasping pussy. His hands gripped her tits. He fed a thrusting, red nipple to his lips and sucked on it as he screwed her with long, slow, steady strokes.
To Barbara, the sensation was delightful. It grew even better as the humping progressed. Bob fucked her with increasing briskness, driving his hard cock in and out of her cunny at a merry pace. She panted and sobbed with passion as her climax approached. The bed creaked. The headboard bumped against the wall sporadically. Bob's balls pulled up tight, and he banged her with everything he had.
She came, gasping, then crying out as her pussy grabbed at his fast-stroking cock. He grunted, dug deep into her spasming belly, and let go. His pecker jerked as it spurted forth the juice from his balls, again and again until he was dry.
Then he lapsed forward to lie quietly atop her.
"Bob ... ooh, Bob...." she murmured, breathing hard. She caressed and kissed him warmly.
On the other side of the thin wall that separated their bedroom from hers, Katie lay nude in the dark, her ear close to the wall. She'd heard just enough of what was happening in the other room to stimulate her nearly to the point of gratification as her fingers stroked in and out of her wet, soft hole.
Barbara's final sighs had told her that the copulation had ended, and Katie had to bring herself the rest of the way to a climax without any vicarious help from her sister and brother-in-law. She frigged her cunt more briskly while the other hand rolled her full tits and plucked at their swollen, rigid nipples.
She imagined that Bob was fucking her. The fingers which diddled her hot hole weren't fingers at all; they were his stalwart prick. She imagined that he was very well hung. She thrust her pussy at her phantom lover, whimpering and moaning softly. Her lips twisted as she approached her peak. Suddenly her eyes opened wide and she bucked against her pumping hand. Her vagina spasmed. Tremors coursed through her entire body. She moaned with bliss as all her tensions let go.
Gradually she relaxed against the bed. She sighed and slipped her fingers out of her sopping snatch.
Well, she'd achieved gratification of a sort, but it was a far cry from the full-fledged pleasure Bob would have given her if he'd been there.
She'd always had a yen for Bob. She'd tried in a childish way to seduce him when he was dating Barbara. But he d never taken her seriously. Well, she was only a child then, and Barbara was a full-fledged woman.
Now Katie was grown up herself, and she knew where it was at. In fact, she saw things a lot more clearly than Barbara and Bob in their smug conventionality. She believed she could please Bob more intensely than Barbara did. She suspected her older sister of being at least half frigid, in spite of the passionate sounds she'd heard through the wail a little while ago. Wives faked a lot. That was more of the middle-class hypocrisy which she scorned.
She lay awake for a while after her masturbation, and thought about how she might seduce Bob. It shouldn't be too difficult, judging by the way he'd responded to her that evening. It was clear that he saw her as a woman now, not as an adolescent He was a handsome man and more mature than any guy she'd screwed so far. Fucking him would be a great thrill ... for both of them.
And she wouldn't really be hurting Barbara, she rationalized. Barbara needed to find out what men were like. The girl was living in a fool's paradise, and it was up to Katie to bring her out of it.
Barbara was bound to find out about Bob and her, after they had made it. .
Katie smiled to herself over that.
Barbara was in the kitchen, fully dressed and seated at the table, sipping her third cup of coffee of the morning, when Katie appeared in the doorway. The young girl was nude, and her blonde hair was disheveled. She lifted her arms over her head and yawned as she stretched voluptuously. Her round, firm titties swelled like melons about to burst with ripe sweetness. Their stem-like, pink nipples canted toward the ceiling.
"Katie! For God's sake, put some clothes on."
"Why?" Katie slowly lowered her arms, and her tits relaxed. "There's nobody here but us and the baby, is there?"
"Yes, but it isn't decent to run around like that."
"Oh, shit, Barbara," her kid sister said, and strolled toward the refrigerator. She abruptly changed the subject by asking, "What've you got to eat?"
Barbara gazed at her fluffy golden bush, then at her plump wiggling buttocks. What a body she had! Barbara's figure, which wasn't bad by any standard, couldn't begin to compare with it.
"Katie, I must absolutely insist that you stop using those filthy words. And quit flirting with Bob the way you did last evening. That was shameful."
"He's nice," Katie said. "I like him." She opened the refrigerator and looked inside.
Barbara couldn't keep from gazing at her sister's bare ass. Katie took a carafe of orange juice out of the refrigerator and carried it to the table, lifting a glass from an open cabinet on the way.
Barbara continued to watch her with combined shock and fascination as she sat down at the opposite side of the table. Her full tits quivered. The coral-colored nipples stuck out and slightly upward, seeming to invite the kiss of the cool morning air.
As she poured juice into her glass, Katie remarked matter-of-factly, "You and Bob fucked last night, didn't you?"
"Katie! Damn it!"
Katie looked at her. "What's the matter?"
"Stop saying that awful word! And stop saying shit and cock and all those other filthy words, too."
"Oooooo, didn't that give you a thrill to repeat them?" Katie smiled slyly.
"No, it didn't," Barbara lied. "I want you to promise me you won't use them again."
"I can't promise that, sis. They just come natural to me, and that's the way it should be." She lifted the glass of orange juice to her lips and took a sip. "Mmmmm. Fresh-squeezed?"
"Of course not. It's frozen." Barbara kept glaring at her sister.
"Well, you didn't answer my question," Katie said. "You and Bob did ... do it, didn't you? There, aren't you happy? I didn't say fuck."
"Ooh, Katie...." Barbara bent to shield her face in her hand.
"Well? Didn't you?"
"It's none of your business. Anyway, what makes you think we did?"
"I heard you," the young girl said simply, and took another sip of orange juice.
"No! You mean the sounds came through the wall?"
"Some of them. My imagination had to fill in the rest." She giggled. "I diddled myself while I listened."
"You didn't ...!"
"What's wrong? We both used to diddle when we lived at home. Or don't you choose to remember that?"
"Katie ... I believe you'd better leave today."
"You're kidding."
"No. I mean it. We just don't seem to have anything in common any more, and I know you bothered Bob last night."
"Did he tell you so?" Katie asked, her eyes glinting. "Or did he give you a better screwing than usual because of the way I turned him on? Tell me, Barbara, does he eat it, too?"
Barbara's cheeks flamed. "Get out of here! Get out of this house right now."
Katie became contrite. "Okay, girl, I'm sorry. Don't make me leave. I won't bug you any more, but I don't dig why it should bother you to talk frankly with your baby sister."
Barbara just looked at her. She didn't want to send her away. In spite of what she'd told Katie a few moments ago, they did have a strong bond between them. They were, after all, sisters who had grown up together. But little of the sister Barbara had known seemed to remain in Katie. The girl had undergone a complete personality change. Her college friends were responsible, no doubt. They probably were that revolutionary, hippie-type crowd who smoked pot and....
"Katie?"
"Yeah?"
"You don't ... use marijuana, do you?"
Katie's eyes twinkled. "Why? Do you want a stick?"
"No! I just want to make sure you don't use it."
"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I smoke it once in a while." She got up and walked to the breadbox. "Got something sweet? Doughnuts or rolls?"
Barbara stared at her. Shock seemed to have piled on top of shock, ever since Katie had arrived.
"I ... I have some brown-and-serve cinnamon rolls in the refrigerator," she said, as she thought about the other. "They sound good."
"All right. I'll bake them. There's cereal on that shelf." She pointed.
I don't dig cereal."
"You know what Mother and Daddy would say if they knew you were smoking pot."
"I have an idea. So let's not tell them, shall we?" Katie grinned.
"What do you think you're making of your life?"
"Oh, Christ! It's too early in the morning to start rapping about that."
Barbara turned to the refrigerator and took out the package of breakfast rolls. She didn't know what she could say or do. Katie seemed impervious to everything except her own desires, and she seemed to have such a cynical viewpoint toward life.
There were only four years which separated them, but Barbara felt as if she belonged to a different generation.
Bob looked up from the drafting table where he'd been poring over the plans for a new rocket thruster, and his gaze leaped across the room to where a miniskirted secretary was seated, taking dictation. Her legs were crossed, and her knees were aimed directly at him. As he gazed at her luscious thighs encased in sheer panty hose, he thought about Katie.
But she didn't wear panty hose. At least, she hadn't last night. She just wore briefs-blue ones, trimmed in white lace. As he gazed absently at the girl across the room, his mind painted an even more erotic picture of his young sister-in-law, as he'd seen her last night.
Jesus, would I like to get into her! he thought.
From the way she was acting, he believed she had similar desires concerning him.
But it would be dangerous to carry out those ideas-more dangerous for him than for her.
His mind continued to toy with her, however, like a small boy playing with fire. He wondered what she was doing now. Was she out somewhere with Barbara-shopping or meeting some of Barbara's friends? Or had Barbara perhaps gone out by herself, leaving Katie at home alone? They hadn't hit it off very well last evening.
Perhaps he should call home and find out how the girls were getting along. He glanced at the telephone on the stand beside him.
The thought was quickly followed by action. He picked up the phone, and his pulse rate quickened perceptibly as he dialed. His home phone rang twice, three times....
"Hello?"
"Barbara?"
There was a throaty laugh. "So you don't know the sound of your own wife's voice, hm?"
His pulse quickened more. "Katie?"
"Right How's everything out in the wild, wicked world?"
"It isn't very wild or wicked where I am."
"Too bad." She chuckled sexily again.
"Don't tell me Barbara went out somewhere and left you home alone?"
"If I said yes, would you rush home to keep me company? " she asked.
More excitement coursed through him. "Don't tease, now."
"Who's teasing? But I'll let you talk to Barbara if you really want to. She's changing the baby."
"That's all right," he said quickly. "Don't bother her."
"So you really called up to talk to me. I'm flattered."
"Are you going to be going out later?" He wasn't quite sure why he asked that.
"I may." She lowered her voice. "Want me to meet you somewhere?"
"Now, wait a minute." The hairs on his neck were prickling.
"I will. Just say the word."
"You know we can't do that."
"I don't know anything of the kind. We're free. At least, I am. I can do anything I like. Aren't you free, Bob-or has my big sister got you on a leash like a pet puppy dog?" She laughed.
"I'm nobody's puppy dog," he maintained.
"Then where shall I meet you?"
"Katie, be careful. Barbara will hear."
"Shit, she can't hear me. She's in the other room."
His libido was wide awake and quivering with interest. "Well, where shall we meet?" she asked again. "Don't you have some secret pad where you take the chicks from your office?"
Fear arose in his mind again. "I'll bet Barbara's standing right there and she asked you to check me out."
"Oh, you are on a leash," Katie replied. "Okay ... if you want to pass up a good chance to have some fun...." But he didn't want to pass it up. He said, "You're teasing-just leading me on."
"That isn't true. But you're afraid to find out, aren't you?"
Now his male vanity was involved, as well as his libido. "You keep talking like that, and you'll be the one to find out."
"Oh, wow ... I hope so," she whispered.
His cock tensed at the thought of screwing her. He gathered his courage. "If I were to ask you to meet me for lunch, you'd tell Barbara right away, wouldn't you?"
"You'd better believe I wouldn't."
"Promise?"
"Of course. Where and when do I meet you?"
He marveled to himself at how far they had gone, and how quickly. They were now at the point where he would have to follow through or admit he'd been bluffing.
But pride wasn't his main concern. He wanted her with all his male nature.
"I'm waiting," she prodded.
"Okay," he said, his voice husking a little. He was uptight with lust. "Do you know how to get into the city?"
"Take the fucking freeway, I suppose."
His pecker twitched. "That's what I call it."
She chuckled softly.
"All right, take the freeway," he said, "and get off at Seventh. Drive to Powell. There's a restaurant there, called Gino's. I'll make reservations for us at one o'clock."
"Groovy. Don't back out now."
"Don't worry. I'll be there." He hesitated as doubts and fear crept in again. "Will you?"
"Nothing could keep me away."
"And you won't tell Barbara?"
"Do you think I'm crazy?"
"Okay. See you at one."
"Keep cool," she murmured, then, "oh, you'd better talk to Barbara so she won't think there's something suspicious. She heard the phone ring."
"Yeah. I guess you're right"
He brought himself under control as Katie called her sister to the phone.
"Hi, darling," she said. "You and Katie certainly had a lot to say to each other."
"What do you mean?" Had Barbara heard some of it? "Well, it took her quite a while to call me to the phone. She wasn't flirting again, was she?"
"No! That is ... well, you know Katie."
"I'm not sure I do any more," she said seriously.
He remained silent.
"Well, what can I do for you?" she asked brightly.
"Oh, nothing. I just called to say hello. Everybody's all right, are they?"
"How else would we be? Mister, you'd better get back to work."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, be good."
"You too."
"Don't worry," he said, but a twinge of guilt went through him as he hung up.
This was quickly followed by a sense of sweet anticipation as he thought about meeting Katie in just a little over two hours. Hey, he'd better call that restaurant right away. He reached for the phone again.
CHAPTER THREE
"Ooh, Bob ... I feel your big, hard cock!" Katie panted as she writhed against him after their passionate kiss.
"You're bringing it up, baby," he confirmed. Christ, how he wanted her!
They'd just stepped into the motel room. He had closed the door behind him, and Katie had pressed her wild, firm, teen-ager's body into his arms. Her full tits had burned against him, and her tongue had fluttered in his mouth.
Now she looked down and rubbed her hand against the rise in his pants. "How's that feel?" she murmured sexily.
"Oh, great!"
"Your pecker's getting harder."
"Take it out," he husked.
"That's what I've been wanting to do for a long time," she said, and dropped to her knees on the carpet.
He was pleasantly shocked. She was proving to be even more sophisticated than he'd hoped. His hands dropped into her hair, and he thrust his pelvis forward as she caught the tap of his zipper and pulled it down.
Her deft fingers dug in through the fly of his Jockey briefs, gripped his hot cock and pulled it out. She let the lengthy curved hose wave of its own accord, then twitch as it lifted to straight, thrusting hardness.
"Ooh, you have got a big, long prick!" she exclaimed lustily, and her cool fingers wrapped themselves around the bone-hard shaft.
"Baby, that sure feels good," he told her, breathing with some difficulty already.
"I know something that'll feel even better," she said, and immediately went down on him.
He experienced one of the sharpest thrills of his life as she fitted her mouth over the great swollen head of his dong. Her tongue lapped at it and her lips contracted around the back of its ridge. It throbbed blissfully in the wet, warm cave of her mouth. The clear juice of his excitement mingled with her saliva. He felt as if he were drowning in the sucking heat.
"Baby ... baby...." he growled, tousling her hair and writhing in the vise of her lips.
Who she was had something to do with the exceptional excitement that he felt He couldn't help that. It wasn't that he enjoyed hurting Barbara, but her younger sister had always represented something tantalizing and unattainable. Now he had her.
No. She had him, right in her mouth, his lifeblood pulsating vigorously in the knob of flesh that she sucked.
She dug into his shorts again and brought-out his balls. He twisted and fucked at her mouth a little as she sucked and fondled him delightfully.
Katie enjoyed holding his manhood in her mouth, licking and sucking at it, smelling and tasting it, feeling it throb. And there was something very exciting about holding a man's nuts in her hand-any man's nuts, but Bob's in particular. The nuts were the dynamo of his sex. Without them, he would be powerless as a male. She seemed to gain power as she held them.
He had to call a halt to the wonderful cocksucking, because his dick was beginning to twitch and he felt the juice bubbling in his balls. A few more sucks and he would pass the point of no return. Coming in her mouth would be a great thrill, but he had other thrills in mind.
He eased her away from him. Her mouth slid off his gleaming, rosy glans, and his cock waved in the air.
As she gazed at it, she said, "I'll bet that can do some real mean fucking."
"You're going to find out. Stand up. I want to strip you." His breathing was heavy, and his voice was husky with sexual tension.
She stood, and first he ran his hands over her magnificent tits, which were encased in a white bra beneath a white see-through blouse.
"Feel how hard my nipples are," she said.
It was true. He could feel those nubs standing up, even through the supporting fabric of her brassiere.
She gripped his erect cock like a lever and swung it back and forth as she snuggled in beside it and kissed him with her licking tongue. His hands eagerly toured her back, feeling the little bumps of her spine and the place where it curved in; then he brought his hands out onto the round, pliant hills ol' her ass. He worked the ample flesh as he felt the ridges of her pantywaist's elastic.
He pushed her away once more, pulled her blouse out from under her skirt waistband, and lifted the blouse up her torso. He took it off over her head, and her long, golden hair dropped gently to settle at both sides of her shoulders.
He gripped the back strap of her bra and opened the hooks. He drew the bra forward, off her shoulders, and the ribbons slid down her arms. Her gorgeous tits stood up and outward, pointing their pink nipples at him. He filled his hands with the firm, yielding mounds. He lifted and wiggled them. He squeezed. He swung them to and fro, patting them gently together.
"Sssuck them," she said, smoldering, and gripped his shoulders, pushing him down.
He dropped to a kneeling position in front of her. His prick continued to stand up and out through the open fly of his pants, and his balls hung out, also. As she leaned forward, he pulled first one titty, then the other, to his hungry lips. He licked and sucked at the big, full-to-bursting nipples. She twisted her shoulders gently, wiggling her boobs against his face.
Now that he was in this position, it was only natural that he should kiss the rest of the way down her body.
First he opened her skirt and dropped it. She wore bikini briefs that were pink with multicolored flowers on them. They clung to her lower belly, mound and buttocks like a silken second skin.
He kissed her belly while his hands slid lovingly over her panty-encased buttocks. His tongue twisted into her navel. His moist lips sucked at the soft surrounding flesh. His fingers slid up underneath the leg elastics of her pants and caressed her plump ass cheeks.
"Ooh, I like that," she said. "More ... more...."
He slid his hands out of the leg holes of her panties and slipped them up over her hips. He hooked the narrow elastic at the top of the panties and drew the clinging garment down. His eyes widened with delight as her golden cunt-curls came into view. He had always suspected that she colored her hair, because Barbara was a brownette. But no. Katie was a thoroughly honest blonde.
He pressed his nose into the fluff, inhaled her girlish scent, and kissed her as he nuzzled about.
"Eat it, Bob," she begged. "Please eat it."
She didn't have to tell him to do that. He wouldn't miss eating her for anything. But he wanted to get her pants off first and let her lie down on the bed. Also, he wanted to take off his own clothes. His balls were beginning to hurt, with the fly of his snug shorts encircling the base of them, and the zipper on his pants kept sawing at his stiff, bobbing prick.
He pulled Katie's bikini the rest of the way down her legs, and she stepped out of it. He gazed at what he could see of her wiggly, soft cunt, and was anxious to view the rest of it. He stood up.
"Lie down," he said. "Let me get undressed."
She positioned herself on the bed so that her open legs faced him directly. She drew her feet back along the mattress and let her thighs flop wide apart. Her cunt was delightful with its border of silky blonde hairs and its outer lips split apart to reveal the slick pinkness of her inner labia.
He kept gazing at her as he shucked off his clothes. How young and lush' she was! And she was Barbara's little sister. That was the mind-blowing part.
He must have broken some kind of speed record in ridding himself of his clothing. Then he quickly got down onto the bed with Katie. He wrapped his arms around her. They rolled and writhed together, their lips eating each other alive, their hands stroking ceaselessly over all the intimate parts of each other.
She swung his hard cock to and fro and caressed his hot nuts. His fingertips investigated the velvet folds of her pussy, and his frig-finger sank into her throbbing little hole. He diddled her and found she was very slick and open. She bumped against his hand.
"Give me your cock," she whined.
"In a minute. I want to eat you first."
"Ooh, yes! Doooo that! I was afraid you weren't going to when you stopped kissing before."
"I just wanted to get you down onto the bed where I could spread you out," he explained, and he proceeded to grip her thighs and swing them wide apart.
He climbed between them and bent to run his lips along each smooth, warm slope as his fingers sank into the firm fleshy slabs. Finally he worked his way to her cunt, and his tongue wormed moistly between its lips. He nibbled at the slippery little flanges and his maddening tongue stroked in and out.
Katie twisted voluptuously against the bed, enjoying this cunnilingus so intensely because Barbara's husband was giving it to her. She'd admired him for a long time from afar, and now she was with him intimately. If only Barbara could see them!
His tongue kept delving delightfully between the sopped lips of her cunt ... sliding up and down the length of them ... and licking at her erect clit which throbbed wildly each time he touched it. She heard and felt him sucking up her sweetness.
This was the mouth that kissed Barbara. Katie wanted to kiss him herself right now. She tugged at his head to pull him forward atop her.
He responded obediently, his heavy club slapping her thighs and belly as he climbed aboard.
"Stick it into me, man!" she demanded, and pulled his head down for a kiss.
As their lips caught and clung, his rampant prick found her soft, moist hole. It entered and sank, inch by slippery inch, until it filled her hot cunny. His balls flopped against her asshole.
Their tongues thrashed wildly, and she believed she could taste her own honey in his mouth. She drank the rich nectar of his saliva. Her legs crawled up his sides as she writhed around the thick, pulsating cock that stuffed her vagina.
As soon as her mouth was free, she panted, "Fuck ... fuck, baby!"
With excitement slamming through his body in hot bursts, he began to stroke his prick in and out of her. She rose eagerly to encompass each thrust. He kept thinking, This is Katie-little Katie-that I'm fucking. He could hardly believe it, but undeniably it was true.
"Ooh, I love your big prick!" she exclaimed. "And, man ... do you know how ... to use it!"
"Wow, that's good!" he said in an explosive burst of hot breath as they moved perfectly together. His thick, lengthy tool perfectly fitted her sheath, which wiggled around his penetrating strokes.
He poised himself above her so he could watch her titties tremble as he shook her body with his lightning bolts of passion. Her tits were so much rounder and firmer than Barbara's, though Barbara's certainly weren't bad. Katie was an exceptional girl. She had everything, including a hot, uninhibited nature.
His appreciation of her increased as the fluid in his balls boiled closer to the bubbling-over point. Her slippery box moved wildly around his bobbing prick. Gasping and grunting excitedly, he increased the tempo of his motions. He lowered his body against hers, riding the pneumatic rises of her tits, and wrapped his arms underneath her.
"Ooh, baby!" she exclaimed. "Wow, we're grooving! Maaan! Keep socking it to me. Go! Go! Fuckme, fuckme ... eeeeeeee!"
Her hungry cunt gulped at his prick, and he let go. He groaned with sweet bliss as he ejaculated into her. Their juices mingled and oozed out around his twitching member to drool down her crotch and moisten his balls.
No sooner had the intense pleasure of screwing her seared his brain and begun to die away than guilt and fear assailed him in tandem waves.
He abruptly pulled out of her wet cunt and sat up.
"What's the matter?" she inquired lazily, lifting some blonde locks away from her face.
"We should never have done this," he said.
"Listen to him." She laughed silkily. "You enjoyed it. You dug it a lot."
"Damned right. But now where are we? Look what we've done to my wife and your sister."
"Oh, shit!" she said derisively, and sat up. "What have we done? We just grabbed some fun for ourselves, that's all. We didn't hurt her."
"The hell we didn't. I cheated on her, and you went to bed with her husband."
"But this isn't the first time you've cheated on her, is it?" She eyed him wisely.
He looked away. "Whether it is or it isn't, that isn't important."
"Oh, no. That's very important, man."
"How do you figure that?"
"Cheating is cheating, whether it's with me or somebody else ... that is, if you want to think of it as cheating. Barbara ought to wise up. Then you and she could both have your outside fun, and nobody would be hurt. What's a little fucking anyway, for Pete's sake?"
It was as if she was throwing his own private philosophy back at him, but this situation seemed different somehow.
He climbed off the bed. "Let's not talk about it any more. I've gotta get back to the office. You'd better get dressed and get home."
"Okay," she said casually, and slid her ass to the edge of the bed. She stood up.
They hardly talked to each other as they got ready. Then he drove her to the location where she'd parked her little sports car.
"Now remember," he said, "Barbara mustn't ever find out about this. And we can't ever see each other again this way.
"You've gotta be kidding."
"Katie, I'm serious. This isn't right, and you know it." His attitude made her angry, because it was so typically middle-class male. He'd grabbed his fun, and now he wanted to run like a thief. She hated his sniveling hypocrisy.
She decided to strike back. "Barbara will probably find out about what happened today. You know, it's hard to keep these things quiet."
He grasped her arm. "She mustn't find out. Goddamn it, Katie, if you let anything slip...."
She gazed at him coldly. "Let go of me," she said.
His hand fell away. He was trying to figure her out, but he knew the time was pretty late for that. She had him at her mercy now, if that was the way she wanted it. What a fool he had been!
Without another word, she got out of the car. He watched her twitch her butt defiantly as she strode to her red Fiat. He waited until she'd driven away before he put his car into motion.
Worry rode with him all the way back to his office.
Katie smiled to herself as she breezed along the freeway. The session with Bob had been very satisfying in a physical sense and even more satisfying in another way, because of who he was. She finally had attained her wish of long standing, to make him. And she'd gotten back at Barbara for the thousand and one times when the older girl had gotten the better of her, not the least of which was in marrying Bob.
He had reinforced her scorn for middle-class values by cheating on his wife, then suffering phony pangs of conscience. He'd practically admitted that he'd laid other women as well since marrying Barbara.
What a rat!
What rats all men were, when you came right down to the truth.
It was Katie's duty to make sure Barbara found this out. But it wouldn't do to come out and simply report what had happened. If she were to do that, Barbara would most likely put all the blame on her and forgive Bob. No. Big sister had to see for herself what a bastard she was married to.
Anyway, Katie wanted to toy with him for awhile longer before the situation blew up. She wanted to reassure herself by getting him to come back for another helping of her hot, young body. She wanted to enslave him as he'd enslaved Barbara ... then let her older sister find out, in a way that would put the whole blame where it belonged-on Bob.
He was a good stud, though. Damned good. She mentally relived the moments when she was under him and his strong prick was stroking in her belly.
If she could get a man like that who was all her own, who wouldn't fool around with other chicks....
Oh shit, girl, you 're dreaming!
She flipped on the car radio and tuned in some rock.
CHAPTER FOUR
Three hundred miles away, in an apartment near the state university, a pretty black-haired girl sat on a sofa, with a young man at each side of her. The girl wore a minidress whose hem had crept nearly to the tops of her bare thighs.
The young people were passing back and forth a homemade cigarette. Each would take a puff and hold the smoke deeply in his or her lungs until its effects had percolated through the entire nervous system. A pungent aroma hung heavily in the air.
Each time the girl took her turn with the joint, the men caressed her. Each man would take hold of a firm, spongy tit, unencumbered beneath her light dress, and he would roll the tit slowly as he squeezed it. Her nipples stood out hard.
She writhed restlessly against the couch, her thighs opening and closing. Her eyes were nearly shut, her pink lips moistly parted. Occasionally one man or the other would place his lips against hers, or he would merely approach to within a half-inch of her mouth and stick out his tongue to swab it along her lips or against her own tongue, which fluttered sensuously.
The girl's name was Laura Morton.
One young man, Dick Stillwell, was reed thin. He had esthetic features and hair that hung to his shoulders. He wore a white T-shirt and Levi's. The other man, Randy Phelps, had shorter, darker hair. He wore a black high-collar shirt and bellbottom jeans.
When their "j" had burned down to a nub that was too small to handle, Randy carefully extinguished its fire in an ashtray on the small table beside him. The unburned makings would later be salvaged for reuse, but now he and his friends had something better to do. The grass had relaxed their inhibitions and given them a fine sense of euphoria which they wished to express in a carnal way.
The men turned to the girl. Each cupped and squeezed a ripe titty, working it through her dress. At the same time, they stroked the inner slopes of her satiny thighs, edging closer and closer to the warm pussy that awaited their intimate attentions.
They licked at the corners of her mouth. She stuck out her pink tongue. They both licked it at the same time and wormed their tongues around it, in and out of her sweet mouth.
Randy's hand moved to the back of her neck, where he caught the zipper of her minidress and lowered it. Dick helped him slide the dress off her shoulders and down her arms. Her large, round tits hung quivering, nude before their eyes. The dark nipples were set in sizable circles of pebbly, convoluted flesh.
While continuing to caress her thighs, the young men each lifted a titty and directed its tempting, firm nipple to their lips. They sucked and tongued the girl's tits slowly as their fingers crept up her thighs to her hairy twat. She wore no panties; why complicate matters for the boys? Dick and Randy fingered her delightful pussy at the same time, toying with its hair and pliant lips, taking turns inserting their fingers up the juicy slit, stroking her hard clitty.
She placed a hand on each male head as they sucked and licked her titties. Gradually those hands slid down their backs and to their rumps which were partially elevated from the couch cushion due to their twisted posture. Her middle finger stroked each man's ass-groove through his pants. She felt their warmth.
The men used their free hands to wiggle her plump tits against their faces. Their tireless tongues chased her bobbing, sliding nipples.
Laura blossomed with glorious warmth. Her pussy salivated, moistening the male fingers that plucked and poked at it sensuously.
"Oooh, wowww!" she exclaimed heatedly. "Somebody's gotta fuck me."
"Do you wanta suck while you fuck?" Randy asked her as he raised his face from her glistening, stiff nipple.
"Yesss!" she hissed, writhing with her eyes closed.
The young men continued to stimulate her cunt manually.
Randy looked at Dick. "Why don't you fuck her while she sucks my prick?"
"Groovy, man!" Dick replied, and he got up from the couch.
His cock was hard in his pants. Randy revealed the same condition when he stood. Working together, they bent and removed Laura's skimpy dress. She stretched out on the sofa. The two youths stood beside her, gazing down at her lush brunette beauty while they stripped.
When they lowered their pants, their cocks leaped free to stand out hard and long. Laura extended a cool hand to wrap around each of them. She slid back Dick's foreskin while she squeezed and thumbed Randy's bare corona. The two peckers swelled larger, pulsating with manly lust.
Laura's pussy oozed more as she thought of taking one of those hard rods inside it She began to taste the other one within her mouth.
"Come on," she said urgently, and tugged at both cocks.
The young men moved forward. Dick folded her legs toward her torso, raising the knees, keeping her feet against the couch, and opening her thighs wide. Her black-fringed pussy gaped, exposing its rosy, wet center.
Dick kneeled on the couch in front of her open cunt, his stiff penis pointing at it. His cock was lengthy and as thin as the rest of him, giving it the appearance of a stiletto.
Randy's prick was more like a post-not too long, but thick. Its blunt head glowed with the vitality that pulsated through it. His shaggy balls quivered at the base of the cock as he threw a leg across Laura's chest, settling his knee on the cushion at her opposite side. Bracing himself on the arm of the sofa and the wall behind it, he leaned slightly forward and to the side until his projecting penis pointed directly at her mouth.
The girl grasped the proffered lollipop and pulled it to her eager lips. Her mouth encompassed it with a greedy, "Uuuhhhnnnng!"
She began to take long, gentle sucks on the tasty prick, sliding her lips and lapping with her tongue. Her hand came up under Randy's balls to bounce and roll them gently.
Dick pointed his skinny cock at the drooling, gaping portal of her cunt. He took a long look at the cavern he was about to enter. After the vision had fixed itself firmly in his mind, he thrust his prick at the moist, rosy hole. He entered and sank ... sank ... sank until his cock was embedded to its hilt in Laura's snug, slick warmth.
She started to move her cunt. Remaining up on his knees, with an elbow braced against the back of the sofa, Dick reached underneath her to grasp the firm, spongy cheeks of her ass. He wiggled them as he stroked his pulsating pecker in and out of her twat.
While he screwed her slowly with feeling, she mouthed Randy's cock.
The better Dick fucked, the more ardently she sucked. And the better she sucked, the more excited Randy became. He began to stroke his pecker in her face, bunting it against her palate and sinking it into her throat. Her lips and tongue worked passionately. Clear fluid oozed out of the cock and trickled down her throat along with her own saliva. Some of her spit dribbled out around the shaft as it pumped between her lips, drooling down her chin and onto her titties.
She writhed, bobbing her head and twisting her box. Dick kept stroke-stroke-stroking in her juicy twat. Randy pumped his prick between her lips. She felt as thoroughly possessed as a girl could be ... and very well loved.
The frenzy increased. Randy bobbed his cock more rapidly in her mouth. She clutched his balls and writhed, sucking and chomping on his dong. Dick fucked her furiously. The three of them began to come, all at once.
Laura's pussy spasmed, grabbing at Dick's cock. He twitched. Randy's head grew light, and his cream bubbled up from his nuts to stream hotly through his long dick and flood the girl's throat. She gurgled and bumped her belly against the jetting bursts from Dick's quivering pecker.
Waves of throbbing warmth went through the three linked lovers. They heaved and jerked. Randy's cum kept flooding into Laura's throat, and die gobbled it down. Dick jetted the last of his cock cream into her pussy. Gradually that pussy calmed. Randy stopped coming in her throat, and his wet cock flopped out of her mouth.
She collapsed deep in the sofa. Randy slid off and rolled onto his back on the rug. Dick lay down, with his head upon Laura's belly.
They rested as the effects of the marijuana continued to filter through their systems, keeping their brains pleasantly fuzzed.
A pot-inspired scheme occurred to Dick. He entertained it in silence for a while because he felt too good to bestir himself or even to speak. But finally he couldn't keep the fine idea to himself any longer, and he exerted the effort to sit up.
"Hey," he said. "You know what we oughta do?"
"Yeah," Randy murmured, his cheek still against Laura's soft tummy. "We oughta do nothing, man. Just nothing. Everything's cool."
"No. We oughta go find Katie."
"Are you crazy?" Laura asked. "She's with her family."
"What family? She's visiting her sister and brother-in-law. They can't be much older than we are."
"But they're squares, man," said Laura. "They wouldn't want us around."
"How d'you know what they'd want? Anyway, who gives a shit? Katie would dig it."
"We're liable to louse up the scene for her," Randy put in.
"What's the matter with you shit-heads?" Dick demanded angrily. "Can't you appreciate the chance to have some fun?"
Randy considered the matter, and he began to dig the other youth's point of view. "Maybe you're right." He chuckled. "Shit, we could really shake up those lames."
"Now you're gettin' with it. Hey, Laura, you know where her sister lives, don't you?"
"No, but there are some letters around here with the address on them."
"Far-out. We'll take off in the morning. I feel like blowin' the stink of this place off me, anyway."
He lapsed back to dwell further in silence on his great idea, anticipating the kicks which lay in store.
That evening at the Walker home was passing with the same undercurrent of tension as the evening before. Ever since Bob had screwed Katie, he'd been uptight with apprehension that she might let something slip in front of Barbara. The latter watched her younger sister fawn over Bob, teasing him with her ripe, young body and sexy talk, and this aroused Barbara's resentment. Only Katie seemed to enjoy the whole thing.
"Well," Barbara said, as soon as dinner was over, "let's go over to the shopping center and look around. They've got a moonlight sale tonight."
"I think I'd rather stay right here," said Bob. "I had a tiring day."
"Oh. Well, come on, Katie. Maybe you'll see something you like."
"We were out last evening driving around," Katie said. "I think I'd rather just look at TV."
Barbara glanced from one of them to the other. "I don't want to miss out on that sale," she said.
"Go ahead then," Bob told her. "You usually shop alone, anyway."
Barbara felt like swearing. She'd suggested the shopping tour primarily as an excuse to get everybody out of the house. She felt more comfortable when they were out somewhere, even if they were just driving. That's why she'd suggested the sightseeing tour the evening before, and also she'd felt some obligation to entertain her guest. But Katie seemed content to stay home with Bob-and he wasn't cooperating at all, claiming he was tired.
Barbara felt she couldn't back down after she'd said how important the sale was to her. But did she dare leave her sister and husband alone together?
My God! Barbara thought. What's the matter with me? I can trust Bob, for heaven's sake. He knows Katie's only a kid. He wouldn't touch her, no matter how she tried to intrigue him.
"All right," Barbara said. "But I feel a little guilty walking out like this."
"Listen, sis, I don't want you to give up anything you like to do just because I'm here," Katie said, in a rare display of unselfishness.
"Well ... okay. I probably won't be gone long."
"Take your time, honey," Bob said as he walked over to turn on the TV.
Katie watched with a wise expression on her face. As soon as she heard Barbara drive away, she stepped to the TV and flicked off the variety program Bob had tuned in.
"You don't want to watch that shit, do you?" she asked, her eyes twinkling saucily.
He felt a little throb in his loins. It had been a day and a half since he'd screwed her-two nights since he'd had any sex at home-and he couldn't think of any thing he'd rather do than to fuck Katie right now. By the same token, he couldn't think of anything more dangerous.
"Turn the TV back on," he said.
"Ooh, Bob! You big goof, this is our chance to make out again. You want to, don't you?" She swung her hips lazily as she moved toward him.
"Are you out of your mind? We can't do it here."
"Of course we can. There's plenty of time."
She dropped onto his lap. Her warmth seared him, and her sweet scent filled his nostrils. She leaned against him, crushing an unbrassiered titty to his chest, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her pink, inviting lips moved closer. They parted moistly.
He started to say, "We can't," but when his mouth was open to make the "a " sound Katie caught his lips with hers. Her tongue slid sensuously into his mouth.
He was gone. After only a moment's hesitation, his arms came up around her and took hold. He returned her passionate kiss. The heated pressure of her bottom and the fluttering of her tongue turned his cock hard. She felt it with pleasure and writhed gently against him.
His hands had to go into action. One landed between her bare knees while the other crawled around a thrusting tit. Her warm breath struck his cheek in spasmodic bursts, and her tongue stroked his excitedly, while his hands explored. His fingers crept up a silken thigh. She widened her legs accommodatingly, causing her skirt to pull back. His other hand squeezed her titty, making him marvel once more at how firm as well as full it was.
She slid one leg off his lap and extended it out to the side, inviting his creeping hand to proceed all the way to her crotch. Of course, it did. He petted the narrow band of thin nylon that passed between her thighs, feeling the warm configuration of her cunt.
His cock twitched against her warm, pressing fanny.
"Let's get down on the floor," Katie murmured.
That sounded good to him. Fucking her on the floor seemed appropriate somehow ... and thrilling.
He let her slide off his lap and settle on her back on the carpet, her knees propped up and spread apart. Her skirt slid to her lap. He gazed at the shining crotch of her pink panties.
God, he wanted to get down in there ... first with his head, then with his aching prick!
He dropped onto his knees beside her.
As he opened the front of her blouse, exposing her round naked tits, she pulled at the projection in his pants front. His head throbbed with lust. He'd never been with a female who turned him on like this, and the excitement seemed greater here at home than it had been at the motel.
A small voice in the back of his brain kept telling him Barbara might be back sooner than she'd indicated. Perhaps she deliberately would come back early, to catch them in the act if they were doing it. But he seemed powerless to stop or even to give the warning voice any real consideration. He wanted Katie with every fiber of his being.
His throat tightened and he let out a groan of pleasure as he rolled her full tits back and forth. The resilient, smooth flesh shivered beneath his stroking hands. Her upthrust nipples bent against his hands and scratched them.
He gripped one of the titties at the side and underneath, as if it were a football he was going to pass. This caused her pink, lust-gorged nipple to rise. He shook the breast a little, making the nipple dance. Then he lowered his face to it and sucked it into his mouth, circling it with his wet tongue.
"Thai's, so good!" Katie exclaimed, and she found the tab of his zipper.
She opened his fly, reached into his shorts, and drew out his cock. She handled its hot head deftly as he rooted at the wonderful bobbing softness of her breasts. His open mouth slid wetly from nipple to nipple ... sucking, licking, nibbling at the firm rubbery protrusions. He shook her titties to and fro against his face, the nipples rubbing against his mouth and cheeks. He tugged at each of them-drawing them up, letting them bounce free, then pulling upward on them again. They grew redder and taller.
His prick was like a bar of iron, and it jerked with lust as she played with it, stroking gently and swaying it back and forth.
He slapped roughly at her luscious tits, causing her to cry out. But she didn't protest. He sucked and licked hungrily at the billowing, bobbing mounds.
Suddenly he backed up and swung between her legs. He reached underneath the folds of her skirt, gripped her nylon pants, and pulled them down. He drew them in one clean sweep along her thighs and lower legs, knocking off her sandals as he removed the panties from her feet.
He gripped her plump thighs from underneath and pushed them back as he parted them widely. What a sight! Was there anything prettier than this in the whole blinking world? He gazed at the wonderful softness of her thigh slopes, her open crotch, and the cushions of her buttocks-all creamy-pale and smooth as satin. In the center of the delightful picture was the rosy slash of her cunt, with golden hairs curling along its sides and standing in a tangled tuft above. A light scattering of hairs extended down into the soft cleft of her butt, encircling her tight little asshole.
His hands slid down the undersides of her thighs until they were at the tops of those gorgeous slabs. Katie held her legs up in the air and wide apart, her calves cantilevered forward. Since he didn't have to hold her thighs any more, he was free to extend his thumbs to the plushy large lips of her cunt. He rubbed the velvety flesh up and down, causing her pussy to wiggle and gape enticingly, exposing more of its juicy inner pinkness.
Little drops of viscous, musk-scented lubricant trickled along the rosy folds. Her clit stood up, inviting the touch of his tongue. The inner lips of the pussy gained fullness as her hot blood coursed into them, and they began to stand apart of their own accord, opening the way into her rosy, gleaming channel. He believed he could actually see her cunt-mouth throb with desire.
"Kiss it ... kiss it...." she begged, as her head flopped from side to side on the floor, her golden hair spreading against the carpet.
Of course, he had to kiss it. And suck it. And fuck it with his tongue.
He got down to the luscious feast, snuggling warmly into her crotch. She lowered her legs to his back and crossed them. He slid his hands under her ass, to grasp the springy, warm cushions and lift them. This served her enticing, meaty goodness up to his eager mouth, and he wasted no time in burying his lips and tongue in it.
"Ooh, maaan!" Katie cried, panting. She twisted her head to watch him work.
If only Barbara would return right now! she thought. But she was unable to dwell on this prospect, pleasurable as it was, because Bob's mouth was giving her such sweet hell. Older guys apparently were better at cunt-sucking than the young studs she usually screwed around with. The young ones were all too eager to stick their cocks into a girl to spend much time with her this way. Bob seemed to really enjoy it as he stroked his fat, slippery tongue in and out of her snatch, up and down her groove, and lapped at her tingling clit.
"Ooh ... ooh ... ooh...." she said, rocking and wiggling against his loving mouth.
His tireless tongue probed her pudding of warm, slippery flesh. He searched every tiny fold, sucking up each drop of honey he could find. But she kept exuding more. Her glands were pumping at a merry rate, stimulated by the great excitement that thundered through her.
Nothing had ever been so good, she believed, and it was made all the better by the fact that Barbara might walk in on them at any moment.
His tongue stripped the hood back from her thrusting clitoris and tantalized that tiny finger of flesh by swirling around it and lapping up and down.
Now he left the interior of her flaring pussy for the moment and licked up and down her outer lips, matting her hairs against the plushy skin. He licked underneath her cunt, then lost his head completely and let his tongue skid to the hot little indentation of her anus. He wormed his tongue tip into the puckery dimple and felt it throb. He probably could have pushed through her sphincter without much trouble, but he didn't go quite that far. However, he did lick her asshole thoroughly, and his taste buds reported back a slightly bitter sensation. The scent down there was an intoxicating mixture of female lust, sweet perspiration and just a hint of something else. It fired his blood and impelled him to raise his head briefly so that he could roll Katie onto her stomach.
She moaned as she flopped over. Her rich ass wobbled. He drove his face down onto it, biting and sucking at the resilient, quivering cheeks which were smooth and just soft enough. He kissed them all over with his licking tongue and moist, sucking lips.
Katie writhed gently, rubbing her clit against the abrasive nap of the carpet. Ooh, this was good! Why couldn't Barbara walk in right NOW?
But she didn't, and Bob kissed on and on. His fluttering tongue traced the undercurves of her buttocks. His lips and teeth nibbled at the enticing flesh. His nose slipped into her ass crack, and it was followed by his lips and tongue. He sniffed as he licked and sucked, and his brain whirled with the excitement of it.
His tongue plowed deep between her plump buttocks, swabbing moistly up and down across her tingling, tight asshole. Now he pressed his entire face into the soft cleft of her ass. As her buttocks trembled against his cheeks, he fastened his lips warmly around her convulsively spasming shit-slit.
Katie drove her ass upward against his face and moaned wildly. This was better than she'd hoped. He was going at her more passionately than she'd dared to dream he ever would do.
Suddenly an insane urge gripped her, and she cried, "Fuck me that way! Please! Stick your big prick up my asshole!"
He heard her words only dimly, because he was so immersed in the excitement of what he was doing. But then the meaning got through to him, and he trembled with lust as he lifted his head.
"Do you mean it?" he rasped. "You really want it that way?"
"Yesss! Ooh, shit ... fuck me ... FUCK meeee!" She stuck her ass in the air and waggled it fervently.
"It might hurt," he croaked, through a throat that seemed to want to close on him. But he tore at his pants and shorts, stripping them down.
"I want it ... I waaant it!" she cried. "Fuck your cock up my ass!"
It was the most exciting opportunity he'd ever had, and he wasn't about to pass it up, regardless of what it might do to her. But he would be as gentle as he could in the circumstances.
His prick was slick with lubricant, and her star-shaped anus gleamed with the saliva he'd deposited on it. He gripped his cock and pointed it at the tempting target, snuggling the tip of the rock-hard pecker into the dimple of brownish-pink puckers.
"Oooh, yeah!" she cried. PUSH!"
She really wanted it badly. She didn't know why-perhaps for self-debasement or merely because it was a new kick. But because she wanted it, her sphincter softened and the little ring opened when he thrust his cock against it. The hair on his scalp seemed to stand up with the intense excitement of the experience as his slick prick slid into her hot, clasping ass. As the fattest part of his cockhead passed through her narrow gate, she bellowed with pain, but this was strangely sweet. Then as his tool sank into the squishy softness of her rectum, the pain was all but gone, and there was the unspeakable pleasure of having such a sense of fullness. When his cock stroked in and out, the stimulation to her sensitive anal nerves was so intensely good that she shrieked with delight. Her clawing fingers grasped at the carpet.
For Bob, this was the rarest pleasure of his life to date. Her asshole was so tight and grabby, spasming constantly around his pumping prick, that the experience was totally different and more exciting than screwing a cunt.
It was so very good that it couldn't last. It seemed that he had just begun to fuck her asshole when he was rocked by a tremendous shudder of delight. He let out a wordless cry, and his prick jerked in her rectum, spewing forth its charge in blissful, twitching spurts.
As Katie felt the thick, hot cream being injected into her bowels to mingle with her soft shit, she squealed and came, shaking from head to toes as her anus spasmed stronger than ever around his shaft.
When the storm had finally passed, she released a long sigh and collapsed motionless on the rug. Bob pulled his prick out of her and noted the stain on it. Traces of shit and blood oozed out of the slowly closing hole where he had been.
"Oh, God...." he said, and fumbled in the pocket of his rumpled trousers for his handkerchief. It was the only thing he could think of using to wipe her.
He had no sooner applied it to the crack of her ass before she let out a cry of alarm, and he felt a gush of warm, squiggly shit press into the handkerchief he held against her.
"I've gotta get to the john!" she shrieked. "Oooh, maaan!"
He held the handkerchief against her ass as she scrambled to her feet, and somehow they made it to the bathroom without spilling any shit on the floor, though his pants and shorts were wound around his legs and prevented him from walking normally.
As soon as she was safely on the pot, he tugged up his clothes and hurried to the other john. He emptied his handkerchief into the commode, wrapped the soiled cloth in some tissue and dropped it into the wastebasket. He was afraid it would stop up the plumbing if he tried to flush it down. Later he could dispose of it somehow.
He washed himself up and restored his clothing.
Just as he was returning to the living room, he heard Barbara drive into the garage. Talk about close calls!
Katie's pink pants lay on the floor. He scooped them up and jammed them into his pocket.
He grinned rather foolishly as Barbara opened the door and entered the house.
"The sale was a bust," she announced. She glanced at the dark TV and asked, "Wasn't there anything good on?"
"Oh. Well ... I couldn't get interested in it."
She looked at him closely. He seemed flushed and nervous.
"Where's Katie?" she asked.
"In the bathroom, I think."
"Is everything all right?"
"Sure. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, I don't know."
She put down her purse and slipped off her light coat. Katie appeared, and she was perfectly composed. Bob relaxed a little.
"You're home early," Katie said to her sister.
"Yes. The sale wasn't very good."
"Well, let's give the TV another try," Bob suggested, and he turned it on.
Barbara couldn't shake the idea that something was amiss. But she had nothing tangible to hang a suspicion on, so she gradually set it aside as the three of them sat down to watch the tube.
Barbara noted the way Katie squirmed in her chair uncomfortably, but she didn't know what this meant. Also, Katie was more subdued than usual, which was welcome.
Later, when Barbara and Bob went to bed together, she anticipated that he would want sex, since they hadn't gotten together for a couple of days. But he surprised her by saying good .night and rolling onto his side, to face away from her.
Her uneasy feeling returned. Had something happened between Bob and Katie?
Oh, the idea was ridiculous! He'd said earlier that he was tired. Apparently that was true, and he just didn't feel like making love.
She didn't particularly feel like it either, since Katie had told her the other day that the sounds of their last lovemaking had filtered through the wall which separated the two bedrooms. Katie had been a disturbing influence ever since she'd arrived. Perhaps it was a poor way to feel about one's sister, but Barbara could hardly wait for her to leave and return to the university. There were four days to go....
CHAPTER FIVE
It was a bright, clear day as Randy's battered Volkswagen, with the flowers and peace symbols painted on it, churned along the freeway toward the edge of the vast metropolitan sprawl where the Walkers lived.
Randy and Laura sat in front. Dick sat sideways in back, one long leg on the seat and the other on the floor.
"How much farther is it?" Dick inquired.
"About twenty miles," said Laura. "We turn off on Carver Street."
"Man, will Katie be surprised to see us!" Randy exclaimed, and chortled.
"Maybe she'll be pissed off," suggested Laura.
"Katie?" Dick said. "Oh, shit, no! She's always ready for a good time."
"How about her sister and brother-in-law?" Laura wondered. "What re they gonna say?"
"We'll have some real fun with them," said Dick, grinning to himself. "Well psyche 'em good."
"Speaking of fun," Randy said, glancing at the black-haired girl who sat beside him, "let's have some right now." He reached over and placed his hand on her bare thigh.
Without replying, she spread her legs a little, and he slid his hand up to her pussy. He petted it through her thin panties. His cock immediately stiffened up. After a little while, Laura reached over and opened his fly. Her slender hand reached inside and freed his monster from its den.
They rode along that way for a while, he caressing her cunt and she stroking the hard cock which projected out through the opening in his clothes. The VW passed trucks and buses, whose occupants could and no doubt did glance down into the small car and receive quite a shock. But Randy and Laura weren't playing this for shock value; they were just doing their thing.
Dick paid them no mind. He was musing quietly to himself over the fun that was coming up, once they reached their destination.
"Is this the house?" Randy inquired, as he slowed the Volkswagen to a crawl.
"Yeah, the number checks," said Laura.
"Nice-lookin' place."
"For squares," Laura added.
Randy stopped the car at the curb, and the threesome piled out. Randy's clothes were restored, of course, and his prick dormant again.
The young people trooped to the front door and rang the bell. After a brief delay, the door opened. Barbara stood there.
She looked at the callers inquisitively. "Yes?"
"Hi," said Dick, grinning in a cool way. "You're Mrs. Walker, right?"
"Yes. What do you want?"
"We came to see Katie," the long-haired youth stated. The other boy grinned. The dark-haired girl gazed at Barbara speculatively and didn't smile.
"Are you ... friends of hers?"
"Now you dig," said Randy. "Like, we're her roomies. Is she home?"
Barbara's first reaction was that the young people had arrived to take Katie back to the university with them. That was great!
"Yes, she's home," Barbara said. "Come in." She held the door open. "Katie! You have visitors."
Katie appeared in the living room doorway, and a big smile came over her face. "Hey, wow! What're you doing here?"
"We had nothing better to do," said Dick, "so we decided to make the scene and see how you were grooving out."
"Heavy, man! Hey, Barbara, I want you to meet my friends. This is Dick Stillwell, Laura Morton and Randy Phelps. Kids, my sister Barbara."
"I'm glad to know you," Barbara said, though she wasn't at all certain she really was. The callers were acting as if they intended to stay, rather than persuade Katie to leave with them.
"Hey, you're all right," said Dick as he eyed Barbara. She felt a quiver of alarm.
"Well, spread out ... relax," Katie invited. "Man, I'm glad you kids came."
Barbara didn't know what to say at this point. But then she remembered her manners. She was, after all, the hostess.
"Would you like some coffee ... or something?" she asked.
"Like, we don't dig coffee," said Dick, as he dropped into a chair and spread out his long legs. "You got some wine?"
"I ... I'm afraid not."
"That's all right. We'll smoke some grass." He brought out a strange-looking cigarette, wrapped in brown paper, its ends twisted.
Barbara was horrified. "Is that ... dope?" she blurted.
"Shit, no," said Randy, and laughed. "It's pot."
They all watched Barbara. Even Katie seemed to enjoy her sister's shocked discomfiture.
"Well, you can't smoke that in here," she said, growing red-faced.
"Cool it for a little while," Katie advised her friends. She walked over and sat down on Dick's lap. He put the cigarette away, and they kissed.
"Come here, baby," Randy said to Laura, and she joined him on the sofa.
Barbara just stared at them. Shock and confusion were turning to frustrated rage. Who did they think they were? And what right did they have to just walk in like this and take over? This was her house, not Katie's ... and it certainly wasn't theirs!
But the four young people began to kiss and pet, as if they were at home. And their attitude, at the moment, seemed totally oblivious to Barbara.
Actually, however, all four were conscious of the effect this was having on her. They kept sneaking glances at her out of the corners of their eyes.
Dick pushed Katie's miniskirt up to her lap and boldly sank his hand between her legs. She writhed and purred pleasurably, her plump thighs spreading wider and wider. Her mouth wasn't quite against Dick's as they kissed; the action was carried out entirely by their tongues. Barbara could watch their tongues flicker and slide together moistly.
A wave of heat coursed through her body. This kept her rooted to the spot where she stood, and prevented her from ordering the interlopers out of the house, as she'd been moved to do a moment ago.
She glanced at the sofa, and her erotic fascination increased as she watched the girl named Laura caress the crowded crotch of Randy's jeans. He was rubbing Laura's breasts, and they were kissing with locked mouths, their throat and cheek muscles working.
Good God! Barbara thought. They're going to have an orgy ... RIGHT HERE!
This was exactly what the young people had in mind. Katie was all for it, not only because of the immediate fun to be had but also because it would knock Barbara off her high horse and eventually involve Bob, also. He would be coming home from work in a couple of hours.
Talk about a groovy break! This was a solid space out.
Barbara dropped into a chair numbly. She knew she should say or do something to stop what was about to happen, but she couldn't. She was too caught up in the fascination and excitement of it. The thing was so audacious, and it had taken her by surprise when her defenses were down. Now she seemed incapable of responding as she normally would have done.
Also, there was the matter of her own personal needs. Bob hadn't made love to her in several nights, and she was hurting for it. Earlier today she had noted that her panties were damp.
In a very few minutes they were due to become really sopped, for Dick and Katie slid off their chair and down onto the rug, almost at Barbara's feet. Dick pulled down the top of Katie's dress, exposing her ripe, round tits, and he began to squeeze one of them with his hand while he fastened his moist mouth around the upthrust nipple of the other. Katie squirmed, her thighs flopping wide apart. Barbara gazed at her pink panty-crotch, around which a few pale, silken hairs curled.
The juice of desire began to trickle along the tender folds of Barbara's twat. She felt hot and uneasy against the chair. Her cheeks seemed to burn. She couldn't take her eyes off the young couple on the floor in front of her-her own sister and that long-haired, indolent hippie!
Dick switched his sucking mouth from one tit to the other, and his hand slid down over Katie's stomach to dig underneath her rumpled dress. He grasped the waistband of her nylon panties and tugged them down. Right before Barbara's eyes, her sister's bushy snatch was exposed. Dick pulled Katie's briefs all the way down her legs and off. As he shifted between her legs, Barbara noted the protrusion of his pants-front.
Katie gazed up at her sister, a look of defiant self-satisfaction on her face. But Barbara didn't notice this. She was too fascinated with what Dick was doing as he unzipped his fly, reached into his clothes, and brought out his long, bone-hard prick. It had a foreskin, which was something Barbara hadn't seen before, but Dick quickly stripped this back, exposing his cock's pink, juicy head.
Barbara's mouth gaped. Her throat went dry. It seemed that all the moisture in her system was trickling out her cunt. Her panties were plastered against it. Her clit itched. Her nipples were thrusting hard against the abrasive cloth of her brassiere.
On the couch, Randy and Laura had sunk to a reclining position. He had pulled her skirt up around her waist and taken off her blouse. Her titties flopped tautly back and forth as she and her boy friend writhed. He petted them and took little tugging sucks at her dark, tall nipples. His hand stroked up and down between her thighs, pressing her moist pants against her warm, plushy quim.
"Let's do a sixty-nine first," Katie suggested, as Dick prepared to mount her.
That pleased him, and he glanced up at Barbara to get her reaction. The shocked fascination which was etched on her face gave him an extra thrill. He could tell that she was right with them in spirit.
In a moment, he would invite her down onto the floor and she would come along. But first....
He stripped down his pants and shorts, then paused to remove his boots. His stiff cock swayed heavily back and forth. Barbara couldn't take her eyes off it. She'd momentarily forgotten the couple on the couch.
Randy raised his face from Laura's breasts and noted he was getting none of Barbara's attention. He didn't like that, because he was as much a show-off as Dick. So he said loudly to Laura, "Let's take your pants off, baby."
Barbara glanced quickly their way. She watched the girl kick her legs in the air as Randy stripped the panties from them. Then Laura lapsed back against the sofa cushions with her thighs widely parted. Black hair frothed over the arc of her cunt. She reached out and released Randy's prick from his clothes while Barbara watched. The thick pecker jerked and stood stiffly erect.
Barbara felt light-headed. It was as if she were being pulled into some dark, mysterious vortex and was powerless to save herself.
Her gaze returned to Katie and Dick. Both young people were nude now. Dick's penis fascinated Barbara with its extreme rigidity and upward can't. How powerful and even fearsome it was! She'd never gazed at her own husband's prick so openly.
Dick twisted around so that his penis pointed directly at Katie's face, and his face was in front of her glistening blonde bush. They lay on their sides. He gripped Katie's plump ass and pulled her closer to him. She extended a shapely leg around his neck. At the same time, she gripped his shaft and directed the rosy, round head of his pecker toward her parted lips. Barbara's throat was drier than ever, but her pussy had become a swamp. She leaned tensely forward on her chair, so that she could see everything that was about to happen on the floor in front of her.
Just as Katie pulled Dick's thrusting organ to her mouth and fitted her lips around it, Barbara's mouth suddenly moistened. It was as if she could taste that penis. She found she wanted to taste it.
Katie bobbed her head several times, sliding her encircling lips up and down Dick's slippery pole. She played with his nuts at the same time, and Dick dug eagerly into her golden muff, parting the lips of her pussy with his tongue.
Now Katie released his prick for the moment, and it gleamed with her saliva. She stuck out her tongue and swabbed it up and down, all around. Barbara watched the awesome instrument twitch, the red head seeming to swell larger as Katie buffeted it with her tongue. Now Katie licked down the underside of the shaft until she reached Dick's balls, which she held gently in her hand. She opened that hand and continued to coddle the testicles in her palm as she commenced licking them all over.
"Ooh, God...." Barbara murmured aloud, and her hand slid to her hot loins. Her legs writhed openly, her skirt sliding up her thighs.
From the young lovers' position on the floor, it would have been possible to gaze up between her thighs and ogle the narrow white crotchpiece of her panties, but neither Katie nor Dick was inclined to look. They were too busy with each other at the moment, and too conscious of the show they were putting on.
Dick fastened his greedy lips against the soft, hair-bordered labia of Katie's cunt, and spread the juicy pussy open. His tongue repeatedly delved into her hot hole ... licking, lapping, gathering up her thick, sticky juice.
She writhed and moaned against Dick's balls, which she continued to lick and suck. His pecker quivered as it stood rigidly upright.
Barbara rubbed her burning, wet pussy through her skirt, slip and pants. Ooh, what was she going to do? She was going out of her mind!
Katie lip-nibbled her way back up the sensitive underside of Dick's long, stiff dong. It quivered some more, and the sensation was so blessedly good for him that he fucked her pussy rapidly with his fluttering tongue. She caught the knob-like head of his pecker in her mouth and settled down for some real hot sucking.
Her straight, blonde hair danced against the youth's thighs and belly. It also dusted the crack of his ass, tickling his anus. She kept bobbing her head briskly, taking more and more of his pecker into her mouth with every plunge.
His tongue frigged her cunt even more rapidly. She felt as if she were about to come, and she feared Dick might be about to blow, also.
Suddenly she gathered all her will power and jerked her head away from his rampant cock. It swung, twitching in the open air, trailing a string of saliva mixed with cock lubricant. She pulled her loins away from him, and Barbara noted how very open her sister's vulva was. The rosy lips were standing out, well apart, exposing the entrance to her channel.
Katie sat up, but Dick tried to push her to a reclining position. "Lie down, baby," he demanded in a husky voice. "I want to fuck you!"
"No!" she exclaimed, and gasped. "Not now. Take Barbara first."
"Later, baby," he said, and continued trying to deck her.
But she slithered away.
Barbara heard and watched all this with a disbelief mingled with fervent desire. She couldn't accept the fact that it was happening, but at the same time she wanted it to happen. It HAD to happen! Prudish inhibitions were out the window, and she was gripped by a greater lust than she had ever known.
Dick looked up at her and grinned tightly. He grasped his rigid dong and shook it at her. "Want some?" he inquired huskily.
She heard herself say, "Yes," in a hoarse, frightened whisper. Then, "Yes! Ooh, God, yesss!"
He grasped her legs and pulled her out of her chair and down to the floor with Katie and himself. Her dress and slip slid all the way back, exposing her stockings, garters and white panty briefs. They were full-sized panties, not the bikini style that Katie and Laura wore, and there was a white garter belt underneath them.
Dick quickly pulled Barbara's pants off, exposing her brunette pussy. She moaned and lifted her legs to facilitate the removal of her panties. Katie gazed at the scene and smiled. She'd started out to ruin Bob in Barbara's eyes, but she didn't mind ruining Barbara, also. Why not? Hadn't she herself been ruined by male after male, as soon as she arrived at college-prick after prick sticking into her, pumping, and jetting forth their juice? Why should Barbara live a privileged life, protected from that kind of treatment, while she smugly believed her horny husband was true to her? Barbara had always had the better of everything, since the two girls were young. Was that fair?
"Ooh, God ... oooh ... ooooh...." Barbara moaned excitedly, as Dick held her legs in the air and eagerly kissed her inner thighs from the tops of her tightly drawn stockings all the way to her wet, fluff-covered pussy.
"Ooooooooh!" she cried harshly, as the youth pressed his sucking lips against the center of her cunt. He speared into the musky flesh-pudding with his tongue, and lapped greedily, slurping up her rich juice.
Then he crawled forward atop her, gripped the buttoned bodice of her dress, and jerked it open with his strong hands, popping the buttons off. He hooked two fingers around the center of her bra and yanked fiercely. Barbara shrieked with momentary pain, as the strap of the brassiere bit into her flesh and the cups pinched her sensitive tits. Then the garment gave, and the cups flew off, denuding her pretty boobs.
Dick drove his face down to them and lashed the erect, brownish nipples with his tongue as he went from titty to titty, sucking and licking eagerly.
Barbara was about to come. She felt as if she were wheeling out through space-flying, soaring wildly. Dick's cock slapped heavily against her thighs. Oh, God, she wanted it IN her!
She heard with a dim sense of astonishment her own lustful cry, "Stick it in me! Screw me! Ooh, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK meeee!"
"Ooh shit, baby ... will I!" Dick yelped, and he drove his rigid penis into her gaping, wet hole.
It sank all the way in a single stroke, and he immediately pumped up and down with everything he had. He grunted and growled as he gripped her by the shoulders. Her stockinged legs kicked voluptuously in the air.
Katie watched all this with strange satisfaction, even though she badly needed Dick's cock herself. Her own hand absently stroked the velvety, wet lips of her snatch and tickled her hard, tingling clitty as Dick fucked her older sister for dear life.
"Uuuh ... uuuuh ... OOOOOOOOOH!" Barbara bellowed, and she had it. Her cunt went wild, spasming around Dick's plunging rod, grabbing and sucking at it wildly.
"Wowww!" he rasped and ejaculated, twitching and spurting his hot cream into her. Again. Again. He groaned with bliss as their bodies heaved and undulated against each other and his balls emptied themselves of every drop of juice they'd contained.
"Ooh, so good ... so good ... oooooh...." Barbara sighed.
"Yeah," Dick growled. "Shit, you really made it! Man, what a grabby little snatch you've got!"
Barbara's pussy didn't usually snap at her husband's cock that way. But she'd never been quite this excited with him, even on their honeymoon.
What had happened this afternoon, on her living room rug, had been something of a revelation.
CHAPTER SIX
Randy and Laura fucked slowly and deeply on the sofa, while they watched the action on the floor. His naked hips rose and fell between her splayed thighs. He supported himself on straight arms, leaving her tits free to quiver like Jello each time he sank his hard rod into her with a snap.
Barbara sat up, her head still doing cartwheels. Dick sat and grinned at her. Katie continued to slowly massage her aching cunt, and she looked sadly at Dick's depleted cock. What was she going to do for an orgasm?
She could have diddled herself to a climax, but that was too much of a drag when there were able-bodied males around. Even a female suck-off would be better than masturbation.
She slid close to Dick and lifted his limp, slimy dong. "Got something for baby?" she asked.
"How's it feel? Think you can make a joystick out of that?"
"I've done it before."
"So do it again. But I warn you, it's got your sister's cum all over it." He glanced at Barbara and winked.
"Pussy juice never scared me before," Katie said, and lowered her head to his lap.
Barbara watched in renewed amazement as her baby sister gobbled up the soft, gooey peter and chomped on it avidly, swallowing the residue of semen and cunthoney which her saliva washed off the cock. Katie bobbed her head up and down a little and shook it from side to side, causing the base of Dick's rope-like penis to jerk and swing. His hairy balls danced.
He laughed as he felt and watched the action. Barbara just stared.
Laura and Randy watched, also, while his strong cock stroke-stroke-stroked in her slippery, warm sheath. Every once in a while he would twist his head and suck up a quivering titty-tip. Laura reached underneath one of her thighs and caressed his testicles gently as he fucked her.
The sudden startling collapse of Barbara's inhibitions-of her entire middle-class structure of sex morals-had left her in a kind of limbo. She was still shocked and faintly repelled by the strangeness of all this, but fascinated as well, and she couldn't forget the magnificent thrills which Dick's fucking had brought her. She was neither fish nor fowl at the moment, neither amoral wanton nor slightly tarnished saint. All she could do was sit and gaze in wonderment at these young, sexy creatures who didn't seem to trouble themselves in the least about what was right or wrong. Or if they cared about morals and ethics, those considerations didn't involve sex.
It was evident that Dick's prick was growing as Katie sucked and chomped on it, her saliva drooling down her chin. The portion of his shaft which Barbara could see had lengthened and stiffened some. And his involvement was further demonstrated by the fact that he was no longer smiling but was gazing down at his girl friend dreamy eyed, while he idly ran his hands through her bobbing, tousled blonde hair.
"Give it to me ... now!" Laura cried, and Barbara turned to gaze at the sofa.
The black-haired girl gripped both cheeks of her boy friend's ass as he pumped fiercely between her raised legs. Her mouth was open, her eyes staring fixedly at Barbara. The young girl gasped once, twice, then went, "Aaaaaaaah," and slowly collapsed, her hands sliding away from the boy's butt, and her legs falling away from his sides.
He groaned, and his tight buttocks bumped a couple of final times. Then he backed up, and his wet, long prick flopped out of her gaping hole. It dragged a string of semen and cunt juice with it, but Barbara didn't worry about getting a stain on her furniture. The way she felt at the moment, she didn't give much of a shit about anything-except raw sensual abandon.
"There!" Katie announced, as she slipped her mouth off Dick's pecker and left the long instrument standing by itself, with not quite the rigid thrust it had possessed before but with sufficient stiffness to allow its insertion in her wet, open cunt.
"Now screw me, you motherfucker," Katie demanded, and she flopped onto her back.
"Not that way," he replied. "You get on top."
"Oh, do I have toooo?"
"You'd better get with it, baby, before my pecker slumps."
That sold her, and she quickly scrambled aboard. She swabbed her wet pussy over the head of his dong, and the knob slipped inside. She let her sheath down carefully the entire length of his sword. That blade was something less than steel-like at the moment; it felt more like rubber. But as she began to slide her cunt up and down around it, the shaft stiffened perceptibly.
It wasn't only the lubricated friction of her cunt which accomplished this. Her hanging tits helped, also. As she propped herself on her arms, those soft-firm melons hung quivering right above Dick. He brought his hands up and wrapped them around the luscious passion-fruit. He kneaded her titties rhythmically and watched the large nipples pulsate as Katie fucked him.
.Before long, he was bumping upward into her sliding, twisting twat. They grooved.
Barbara gazed at them, her lips parted and eyes open wide. Randy left the sofa and walked over to her. He knelt on the rug.
"Do you like to watch another couple make it?" he asked, as he took hold of one of Barbara's tits.
She didn't answer but glanced down at her boob, which he was squeezing gently. That felt good. She liked having him there. When he leaned to kiss her, she accepted his lips. She enjoyed the thrust of his tongue when he slid it into her mouth. She moved her mouth, sucking on his tongue, then sliding her own tongue against it.
Her hand found its way into his lap, and she fondled his moist cock and balls. It gave her a far-out feeling to behave freely and spontaneously like this, with a man she didn't know. There seemed to be no question of morals involved. This situation had been forced upon her-or so she told herself-so what was there to do but enjoy it?
Randy played rather roughly with her tits while she kissed him. Bob was never rough with her, but now the roughness felt good. She pulled blindly at the young man's cock, stretching it like rubber, while she watched Katie screw the prick which was inside her. That one seemed decidedly non-flaccid, judging by the way Katie circled and pumped her hips around it. A limp instrument would have squiggled out of her churning, driving cunt.
Barbara thought of how Katie had made Dick's penis hard. Did she herself dare do that with Randy? She'd never taken any man's cock in her mouth.
Her nerves tightened as she thought about it. Her throat went a little dry, even in the midst of the juicy kiss she was sharing with Randy. She quit rubbing her tongue against his and clamped her soft lips around his tongue suckingly. She drew at it, imagining that it was his prick.
He liked that, and he frigged the tongue in and out of her encircling mouth. He noted that her hand squeezed his prick in the same rhythm that her sucking lips applied to his tongue. His cock fattened and lengthened, but didn't stiffen yet.
Barbara grew hotter and hotter. She watched her baby sister drive hard atop Dick, her legs flexing and her split ass bobbing wildly. He sucked on one of her dangling breasts while he twisted the other, pinching her nipple hard.
Randy increased the ardor of his pawing at Barbara's boobs. His tongue raped her mouth ruthlessly. She tugged at his cock. Still it didn't stiffen.
Suddenly she pulled away from him, knowing what she had to do. She told herself that she had to do whatever was necessary to harden his prick, no matter how unpleasant it might prove to be. But her real need lay a lot deeper and was more persuasive than that. She had to find out what a cock tasted like. She had to feel that meaty maleness in her mouth.
She bent quickly to Randy's lap, and he let out a gasp. Everyone watched. Katie and Dick had finished their humping and lay quietly, she atop him, both faces turned Barbara's way.
As Barbara approached Randy's hairy nest, from which protruded his rope with the rosy knot at its end, she almost lost her nerve. The scent which assailed her nostrils was strong, representing as it did a mingling of his own expended juices and Laura's. His organ was far from clean, and Barbara had always prided herself on her fastidiousness.
But Katie had sucked Dick's prick when it was slimy, and Bob went down on her own pussy all the time, regardless of its state of cleanliness at any given moment. If Katie and Bob could behave that way, apparently enjoy it and survive, she guessed she could, also.
""Go, baby!" she heard Randy growl during the few moments of her hesitation.
"Yeah, Barbara-eat it!" said her own little sister.
"She's going to," Dick observed. "Watch."
That's right, I'm going to! thought Barbara, and she lifted the awesome, fascinating penis so that its pink-purplish head pointed toward her lips. Her mouth, which had been dry, now salivated furiously. She breathed in the aroma of the cock, and, if it wasn't altogether pleasant to her delicate nostrils, it was exciting.
She stuck out her tongue and touched it to the sticky tip of the young man's dingus.
The thrill which shot through Randy compared favorably to the thrill he'd gotten a couple of years ago when he'd received his first cocksucking from a girl. The excitement was especially strong right now because he knew this was Barbara's first time; he could tell.
He let out a hoarse growl and ran a hand into her brown, wavy hair. She released an excited, "Uuunnnh!" and began to lick the head of his prick all over. The musky-salty taste came to her strongly, and it seemed to drive her on. She inhaled the scent and let it fairly bubble in her blood. She moved Randy's pecker back and forth, up and down, as she covered its entire head, then its cum-coated shaft, with her fluttering tongue.
She throbbed with wild excitement. Her pussy flared and dribbled. Her nipples stuck out hard. They ached, and her vagina burned.
She felt the eyes of everyone on her, and this added to her stimulation. If anyone had told her she would react this way, she wouldn't have believed them. But she didn't consider it on an intellectual level now. She just felt and responded.
Her next move was to slide her seeking mouth down over the crown of Randy's prick, so that she encompassed the head entirely. Then she began to suck, while her tongue slid in circles against the tip of his organ and around the glans. She swallowed her saliva which was richly mixed with his male juices and some of Laura's cream. She chomped on the meaty mouthful and felt it throb.
"Play with my balls," she heard Randy croak from what seemed like far away. The sense of distance was caused by the hum of excitement in her ears.
She brought a hand up under his hairy ball sac. She coddled and bounced the precious nuts while she sucked on his pecker. That organ grew until it all but choked her mouth and throat. She felt his life's blood pulsating in it. The shaft had become rigid as bone.
Finally she let it go and threw back her head, gasping for breath.
"Hey, baby, that was something else!" the young man said hoarsely, and gripped her by the shoulders to throw her onto her back on the carpet.
Laura crawled over to where Dick and Katie lay. Those three began to kiss and caress passionately as Randy climbed atop Barbara and directed his hot prick into her open, pulsating channel. Her hungry pussy swallowed up his big cock, and he groaned with delight as he probed her warm, moist softness.
He braced himself on his arms and watched her face as he fucked her. This wasn't just some college chick he was screwing. This was a woman, a wife and mother-a member of the goddamned Establishment, no less. And, man, did she have a mean cunt!
He gritted his teeth and gazed down at her with what seemed to Barbara more viciousness than affection. And he drove his prick at her in the same spirit. It was a hostile fuck ... and she loved it!
She socked her sopped pussy up at him every time he plunged. Her labia smacked at the base of his cock, and her soft crotch collided with his balls.
"Solid, man!" said Dick, who was watching. "Ride her good."
Then suddenly he couldn't watch any more, because Katie mounted his head and smeared her oozing cunt against his face. The products of his ejaculation and her own excitement trickled into his open mouth and covered his cheeks and nose.
Laura was licking his legs. Gradually she worked her way to his limp penis, and she proceeded to lick that, gobbling up the juice of two other females along with his own. His cock stubbornly refused to harden.
She licked his balls, then his belly, while her hand massaged his damp privates. Finally she raised her head and found herself staring at Katie's spread thighs and rotating, quivering butt.
Giving up on Dick for the moment, Laura began to kiss and caress the other girl. This was fine, as far as Katie was concerned. The more lips and tongues and hands that worked her over at the same time, the better it was.
Dick sucked and tongued her marvelously soft, slick, flavorful pussy-drinking what seemed to be gallons of sticky, musk-scented joy juice-while his hands squeezed her tits. Laura sucked and nibbled along the back of one of Katie's thighs, while stroking the other thigh and her ass.
After a while, Laura began to kiss that wiggling, plump ass while she stroked both thighs. Katie grooved, bobbing and grinding against Dick's spearing tongue, and moaning in ragged bursts. Laura kept pulling at the young man's prick and sliding the foreskin against the ridge of his corona.
Gradually the hoped-for miracle occurred; his body readied itself for the third time.
Laura hopped onto his upthrust cock while Katie finished against his face. And a few feet away, Barbara strove to a luscious climax beneath Randy. She pressed her impassioned cunt up to him, then cried out as it gave a voluptuous throb. Its muscles rippled along the length of his shaft, its lips clamping snugly around the base. She lurched again and again, her ass cheeks quivering above the carpet. She sobbed as every last bit of tension within her body seemed to let go.
"Oh ... shit!" Randy cried. He pressed even deeper into her palpitating pussy, and his prick twitched, spurting forth its cream.
As Barbara's excitement finally tapered off, she felt as if she were floating through the trackless void of outer space. She seemed weightless and without the slightest sense of time or distance.
She might have remained in that state indefinitely except for the fact that her baby cried. Her eyes popped open, and she remembered who she was and what she'd done.
"Get off ... get off!" she exclaimed, pushing at Randy's hulking form.
He slid off her, and she scrambled to her feet. Dick, Katie and Laura continued to suck and fuck. The two girls watched Barbara as she scurried about the room, picking up her pants and brassiere, then struggling to get her dress together as she ran into the hall.
Randy looked at his friends and grinned. "Man, what an afternoon!" he said.
They didn't answer. Their linked, gyrating bodies continued to do all their talking.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I want you all out of here in five minutes!" Barbara demanded when she returned to the living room.
Katie, Laura and Dick were unlinked by now. They sat on the floor with Randy, rapping and grinning. No one was dressed.
"Did you hear me? Five minutes!" Barbara glared at them.
Katie spoke up, "Come on, big sister. Get with it, huh? We're all in the same groove now. Nobody's better than anyone else."
The words stung Barbara because, in a way, they were true. But in another way, this was her house, and she'd practically been forced into doing what she'd done a little while ago. At least, this was what she tried to tell herself.
"My husband's going to be home in less than an hour," she said, ignoring Katie and addressing the others. "Please! He'd never understand what you're doing here."
"But you understand it, don't you, baby?" Dick said with a little sneer. "You really dig it!"
The others laughed.
Barbara turned to her sister. "Katie, for God's sake-reason with them. You speak their language."
"What are we-Martians or something?" Randy asked the others. Again they laughed.
Katie decided to cooperate. Things were really going her way now, and she didn't want to louse up the gains she'd made before she brought it all to a climax. So far, she'd proven to her own satisfaction what sort of man Bob was, and she'd knocked her older sister down off the pedestal she'd always tried to stand on. It remained only for Bob and Barbara to get to know each other as they really were-to dig it good and solid-then Katie would figure it had all been worth-while. Hell, she was really doing both of them a favor, if they only could appreciate it.
She turned to her friends. "Come on, kids-split to a motel tonight. Maybe tomorrow night you can stay here."
"Oh, no!" Barbara said.
But Katie winked at her friends, and they seemed to understand. They got up and began to dress.
"I don't know what came over me," Barbara said, as she sank into a chair after the three outsiders had gone. "I can't understand it."
"I can," said Katie. "You were being natural and human."
"No!" Barbara raised her head angrily. "I behaved the way animals behave."
"Bullshit," said Katie, and chuckled.
Barbara glared at her. "It's your fault. You started it. My God, Katie, is this the way you live?"
"Now just cool it. You're not going to get up on your high horse again. I won't let you."
Barbara blinked and didn't say anything.
"You were natural and free for once in your life, doing what you really wanted to do-not pretending to be better than you are. Now stay that way. Hang loose."
Barbara listened and wondered if Katie could be right. It was easy to blame her for what had happened, on the grounds that it wouldn't have happened if she and her friends hadn't started it-but no one had twisted Barbara's arm to make her take part. She had joined in because, at that moment, she'd wanted to. And she'd gotten a great deal of pleasure out of it. She was too mature and fair-minded to deny that.
But, God, she was a married woman with a little child!
She jumped up. Bob would be arriving home soon, and she hadn't even started dinner.
"Don't you dare say anything tonight about what happened," she warned Katie, as they walked into the kitchen.
"I'll try not to," the younger girl replied.
There was something in her tone which Barbara didn't like, and Barbara glanced at her. Katie was smiling to herself.
"I mean it, Katie! Bob would leave me if he found out what happened today."
"I doubt it," Katie said. "He might try to pretend he was shocked-just as you would if the situation was turned around. But underneath he'd appreciate you more."
"How can you say a thing like that?"
"Because it's true," Katie replied glibly. "Now come on. I'll help you with dinner."
When Bob arrived home, he sensed immediately that something significant had happened during the day. Barbara seemed nervous; she avoided looking directly at him and didn't respond fully when he spoke to her. Katie, on the other hand, was very friendly, and she wore a wise little smile which suggested she knew something he didn't. But neither his wife nor sister-in-law said anything to suggest the reason for their strange behavior.
After dinner, the three of them sat down in the living room to watch TV. At first, nothing unusual happened. Then, when Barbara went into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, Katie got up and walked over to Bob's chair.
"Hi, man," she said, looking down at him with twinkling eyes.
"Take it easy," he warned under his breath.
"What's the matter? You aren't afraid of Barbara finding out about us, are you?"
He made a frantic shushing gesture, but she continued, "You don't have to worry about that, any more. Now it doesn't matter if she finds out or not."
Bob had no idea what Katie meant, but he wasn't able to ponder it at any length, because she dropped onto his lap and shoved a firm balloon-like titty against his chest.
"Hey, get off!" he said in a harsh whisper, and pushed at her. She laughed and held on, wiggling her warm, pliant ass against him.
Barbara appeared in the doorway, carrying her coffee. She stood and stared.
Bob looked at his wife, and his expression was a peculiar mixture of guilt and helplessness.
"We're having fun," Katie said. "Why don't you join in?"
Barbara felt weak in the knees. The arm which held her coffee sagged, and she was afraid of dropping the cup and saucer. She carefully set them down.
Bob couldn't fathom her attitude. Was this the way a wife behaved when she caught her husband with another woman? Or was Barbara's quizzical, hesitant reaction due to the fact that the "other woman," in this instance, happened to be her sister?
He continued to try to push Katie off his lap, but she kept hanging onto his neck and giggling merrily. Barbara stood and gazed at them, and it was as if she had a veil in front of her eyes.
Finally Bob appealed to her in desperation, "She's your sister. Make her behave, will you?"
Still Barbara didn't say anything. Katie watched her. The young girl said, "Come on, Barbara-let's all go into the bedroom. What do you say?"
"No!" Barbara exclaimed. Her eyes flashed.
"Come on now, sis. That isn't the way you acted this afternoon."
Barbara gasped and looked at Bob guiltily.
"What happened this afternoon?" he asked.
"Let's not talk about that," Katie said, smiling and rocking gently back and forth. "Let's talk about you and me.
His eyes told her to shut up. She laughed.
Barbara didn't know what to say or do. The idea of the three of them going into the bedroom together was exciting. The orgy this afternoon had awakened within her some hunger she hadn't known she possessed. But it was so wrong! And what would Bob think?
On the other hand, if she refused to do what Katie had suggested, her sister might tell Bob everything. Katie was just that unscrupulous.
Oh, what a mess she'd gotten herself into!
Bob's thoughts were hardly more settled. He too was at Katie's mercy, and the thought of balling with Katie and Barbara together turned him on. But Barbara wouldn't enjoy it. She wasn't that kind of woman.
He decided he would have to keep quiet. This was between the two sisters.
They gazed at each other, Katie smirking and Barbara apparently confused.
"Well, Barbara, do we all play?" Katie asked. "Or shall I get very talkative?"
"Katie!"
Bob was growing more and more curious about Katie's cryptic remarks. He was fascinated by the confrontation between the two women and the prospect that seemed to hang in the balance.
"Come on," Katie said to her sister, "you know you want to."
"No, I don't. I don't!"
"Your eyes say something different." Katie turned to Bob and asked, "Don't they?"
"Leave me out of this."
"But how can you be out of it," she purred, hugging him, "when you re going to be the meat in our sandwich? " She laughed.
The situation was mad. He knew he should speak up and put a stop to Katie's cajolery. But he didn't dare. Barbara would have to get out of this one by herself.
Just then there was a cry from the other room.
"That's Donny," Barbara said gratefully, and she rushed to take care of the child.
"Shit!" Katie said. "I just about had it all set up."
She got off Bob's lap and swung her hips lazily as she walked back to her own chair. He decided to act now, while he had the chance.
He stood up and said, "I think I'll turn in early."
"Coward!" she said, and glared at him.
"Now listen," he told her softly, but with emphasis, "I don't know what you've got in that crazy head of yours, but Barbara isn't the sort of person to play group games."
"Wanta bet?" Again Katie's eyes glinted wisely.
He remained confused and uneasy as he walked into the bedroom and closed the door.
Later, when Barbara joined him in bed, he asked her, "What the devil was Katie getting at this evening?"
"I don't know," she said. "Let's forget it. Come on, Bob-fuck me, will you?"
He gazed at her in amazement. "What did you say?"
"I'm sorry. That just slipped out."
He grinned. "Well, there's nothing to be sorry about.
Matter of fact, I kind of liked it."
He put his arms around her and drew her close. He lowered one side of her nightie and massaged a shapely, resilient breast. "So my wife wants a fucking, does she?" It gave him a little thrill to talk to her that way.
"Yes! Yes, I want it! " She grasped his cock.
It turned hard in her hand. With a happy growl, he lowered his mouth to her exposed boob, and he wrapped his moist, warm lips around the nipple. He sucked it to rigid extension.
He turned her fully onto her back and pulled down the other side of her nightie. Her other breast flipped out. He backed up onto his hands and knees, and the covers receded.
His cock stood out through the fly of his pajamas, hard and ready. Barbara noted with pleasure that her husband was hung at least as well as either of the young men she'd played with that afternoon. One of them, the boy called Dick, had perhaps a little greater length, but his prick was very skinny. Randy's cock was fatter, but not as long. Bob seemed to represent the perfect combination of thickness and thrust.
Barbara scolded herself for thinking along these lines. She'd gotten so earthy all of a sudden!
But was that really wrong? When she'd used the word fuck just now, Bob had seemed to like it. And he'd immediately used it back to her.
He bent and sucked at each of her nipples, leaving them wet and throbbing. He kissed onto her smooth, gently rounded tummy. She felt her pussy ready itself for his kiss-moistening and opening.
She pressed her feet against the bed and tilted her hairy little twat up to him as he bent between her spread thighs. She had, of course, cleansed herself thoroughly since the wild party with Katie's friends. Bob parted the curling brown hairs which lined her slit, and gently opened the labia. Leaning closer, he inhaled her fragrance, then stuck out his tongue and licked at her inflamed flesh.
This thrilled her, as always. The thought occurred to her, as it had before, that Bob would no doubt enjoy having her go down on him, also, but this time she thought about it in a different way. She'd gone down on Dick that afternoon and actually enjoyed it. Why wouldn't she enjoy it even more with Bob, the man she loved? Why shouldn't she do it?
His marvelous tongue licked between the moist, tingling petals of her pussy, searching out the firm little tip of her clitty. It throbbed wildly as he licked it. She moaned.
His tongue skidded into her sweetly aching hole and fluttered there, frigging her gently.
By the time he finally raised his head, she was very hot. And she really wanted to give him in return the find of intense pleasure he'd just given her.
He began to crawl forward atop her, but her hands stopped him, pressing against his hairy chest.
"What's the matter?" he asked, mystified.
"Lie down, darling," she said, her throat tense. Her heart was beating fast.
"You wanta get on top this time?" Bob asked with a grin. "That's great!"
What she intended to do would be even greater for both of them, she hoped.
He lay down, his cock sticking up in the air, angling slightly back toward his chest. Barbara got up onto her knees, her titties bobbing. He gazed at her with pleasure.
She smiled down at him and trailed her fingers around his firm chest, through the coarse hairs and across his nipples. His prick gave a little twitch. She gazed at it, then slowly slid a hand down to its base.
He sucked in his breath sharply as her cool, soft fingers surrounded the base of his rigid shaft. She continued to gaze at the plump, mauve-pink head as she swayed the bone-hard pole back and forth. A pearl of clear lubricant appeared at the slit of his penis.
She held the cock straight up and slowly leaned toward it.
"Barbara!" he exclaimed hoarsely. He was shocked but intensely pleased.
He watched her tongue come out as she neared his glazed plum-on-a-stick. Her titties swooped and hung quivering. She throbbed with excitement which was almost as great as his. For some reason, what was about to happen was a much more thrilling event than her initial cocksucking experience that afternoon.
She knew why it was. This was Bob, her husband-the man she truly loved.
And the most intense throb he'd ever experienced at such a time went through him as her tongue touched the head of his pecker. The reason was the same, in reverse-it was his wife who was doing this. That made all the difference in the world.
He groaned and squirmed voluptuously against the mattress as she licked the head of his prick, swabbing up the drop of moisture that had just oozed out of its tip. Her encircling hand slid up and down his thick stalk as she licked his cockhead greedily. She was uptight with excitement, her ears pounding softly, her whole body tingling.
Her hand slid down around his tense balls, which were drawn up tautly at the base of his cock. She caressed the coarse-textured, hairy sac as she pursed her lips around the very tip of his pecker. She licked and sucked at this super-sensitive point.
Bob cried out with lustful pleasure, and suddenly jammed his cock upward, sinking it deeply into her mouth. She tightened her lips around his shaft and sucked on the cockhead as her tongue danced over it.
Bob's excitement was so great that he feared he might erupt if he didn't force her to stop immediately. But the sensation was so wonderfully good, he didn't want her to stop. He waited until the last possible moment, then summoned all his will power and grasped her at the sides of the head. He lifted her off his joystick, and the huge, throbbing cock jerked as it swayed free.
He drew Barbara forward atop him, and she let out a throaty sigh as she impaled her pulsating meat on his magnificent prong. She screwed wildly, rotating her wet cunt and bobbing it up and down. He caught the rhythm, bumping upward into her churning vagina.
They gasped and moaned sharply as their impassioned fucking quickly carried them to a deeply-gratifying mutual release. Bob pulled her down against his chest and held her snugly as the final tremors passed through them and died away, leaving them in perfect bliss.
He had wanted to question her more closely about Katie's peculiar conduct, but he felt too good to bring up the subject now.
They kissed languorously, their tongues slowly stroking, and they sucked the honey from each other's mouth. After a little while, Barbara slid off him and cuddled up at his side.
In a very few minutes, they both were sound asleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Katie came out to the kitchen the next morning, wearing only bikini briefs, Barbara was ready for her.
"I want to talk to you about last night," Barbara said. "Okay. Rap away." Katie walked to the refrigerator to get some fruit juice.
"I suppose you were having a very good time making me miserable in front of Bob."
"It wasn't that," Katie said, strolling to the table. Her tits quivered as she walked barefooted on the hard floor. "I just wanted to work up some action."
"Well, there'll be no action like that," her sister said firmly. "And if you so much as breathe a word to Bob about what happened yesterday afternoon, I'll call Mother and Dad. I'll tell them what kind of friends you have and how you've been carrying on."
Katie gazed at her sullenly. "You really would, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, if you spoil things between Bob and me. Don't you think I'd have the right?"
"Spoil things?" Katie laughed. "I was trying to make things better for you. But I guess you're too dumb to realize what's good even after you've sampled it. You can't deny you really grooved with my friends yesterday."
"I don't want to talk about that. You just leave Bob and me alone ... or else."
The old resentment Katie had always felt when Barbara had tried to dictate to her returned, stronger than ever. Katie wasn't about to take that kind of treatment from her big sister any more. She didn't have to. And as for Barbara's precious marriage, it was time the silly girl learned the truth about that Katie raised her head defiantly and said, "How about Bob leaving me alone?"
"You're the one who's been throwing yourself at him. Bob isn't interested in the least."
"Ooh, no?" Katie laughed.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just this, sister dear-Bob has screwed me twice." Barbara's mouth dropped open. She stared. This couldn't be true. Katie was lying.
"Get out of my house," Barbara said. "Get dressed and leave right now."
"Unh-uh." Katie shook her head, grinning wisely. "Not yet. You're going to hear everything first, then maybe you'll dig things a little differently.
"The second day after I arrived here Bob called up in the middle of the morning, remember? I told you he wanted to talk to you, but that was just a cover. He really called to talk to me. We made a date, I met him for lunch, we went to a motel ... and fucked."
"No!"
"I can give you the name and location of the motel," Katie said, "and I happen to know how Bob registered. He told me. It was Mr. and Mrs. Williams. We were in room 12. If you want to go over there and check the register...." Barbara was forced to believe it. Katie wasn't a good enough liar to spell it out this way-with such confidence-if it wasn't true.
"The second time was the other night when you went shopping. Bob fucked me on the living room floor. We had just finished when you got home." Katie giggled. "I was hoping you'd walk in and catch us."
Barbara remembered the strange way Bob had acted that evening.
Oh, God! It was all true.
She slumped in her chair. She felt as if her entire world had crashed about her.
Katie saw her sister's reaction and was pleased. "So you see, I was right about Bob in the beginning. But he's no worse than any other man."
"I suppose you're very proud of yourself for destroying him."
Katie laughed bitterly. "Don't hand me that bullshit. I didn't destroy him any more than I destroyed you yesterday. I just gave each of you the chance to do what you really wanted to do all the time, and together."
Now Barbara saw Bob's conduct in a parallel context with her own. If he was guilty, she was no less guilty herself.
She went a step further; perhaps guilt wasn't the correct concept at all....
As she entertained this thought, feeling better and better by the moment, the telephone rang. She got up and stepped to the extension which was mounted on the kitchen wall. "Hello?"
"Hey, is this Katie?" a young male voice asked.
"No. Who's this?"
He chuckled. "You're Barbara, right? This is Dick."
She tensed. Her first impulse was to tell him to get lost and hang up the phone. But she didn't do that. She hesitated for a moment, then called Katie.
"It's for you," she said, handing the phone over.
"Who is it?"
"Dick."
Katie grinned and took the receiver. "Hi, man."
"What's with your sister? Is she pissed off?"
Katie glanced at her and said to Dick, "She didn't chew you out, did she?"
"No, but she was kind of abrupt."
"Don't let that psyche you." Katie's eyes were on Barbara as she said, "My big sister's actually feeling very good today. She's all set for another party tonight. And this time her husband's gonna get in on the fun."
"Hey, wow. That's groovy."
Katie kept watching Barbara, and the older girl registered no opposition. But she still seemed a little dazed.
"You and the other kids come over about nine o'clock," Katie said.
"We'll be there."
Katie hung up.
"You heard," she said to Barbara as she sauntered back to her place at the table.
"Yes."
"And that's what you want, isn't it?" Katie asked quietly.
Barbara didn't say anything, because she wasn't really sure she wanted it. She was even less sure about Bob's attitude. But since he'd gone after Katie so eagerly, the chances were that he would like Laura, too. If everyone was going to ball around, they might as well ball together.
Barbara looked at her husband in a new light when he arrived home that evening. But she tried not to treat him differently. The truth was, she was seeing herself in a new light, also. And Katie was responsible for it all.
Bob had an extra drink before dinner because this was Friday and he was looking forward to an interesting weekend. Katie wasn't due to leave until Sunday afternoon.
He couldn't help but hope that her idea about a three-way sex party might come true before then. It all depended on Barbara. He was ready if she was. Judging by the way she'd treated him last night, he concluded that her ideas about sex were broadening. Katie's mere presence in the house seemed to be responsible for it. He couldn't imagine any other reason.
Barbara decided not to say anything about what was going to happen that night. It would be better, she concluded, if the whole thing took Bob by surprise.
Katie apparently agreed, for she kept quiet. But while Barbara was tense, the younger girl wore a wise, self-confident smile.
Bob had a couple of drinks after dinner. Katie declined when he offered her some. She had a better kick in mind for later. Barbara joined in when Bob had his second.
They watched TV and chatted during the commercials. But Barbara didn't have much to say. Her nerves grew tighter and tighter as the evening progressed, and her drink didn't seem to ease them.
She eyed the clock. Twenty minutes to nine. Ten minutes ... five....
The comedy show on TV ended. Bob got up to go to the john. Barbara fidgeted. Katie looked at her and smiled. "Maybe they're not going to come," Barbara said.
Her sister laughed. "They'll come; don't worry. We'll all come tonight" She laughed again at the little play on words.
Barbara looked again at the clock. It was one minute to nine. On TV, a Scandinavian blonde was saying, "Take it off. Take it all off...."
The door chimes sounded.
Barbara jumped.
"Wow, they're here!" chirped Katie, and she got up to hurry to the door.
Barbara's nerves were like steel wires drawn taut. She wished that she'd had another drink. She remained on the sofa, gazing anxiously toward the entry hall as Katie let her friends into the house. The threesome were colorfully attired-the girl in a bright print dress, micro-length, her black hair hanging down; the young men in bellbottom jeans with flowing shirts and beads dangling around their necks. Dick's hair hung almost to his shoulders.
"Hi, pretty lady," he said with a smirking grin, as he ambled into the room.
Barbara stood up on shaky legs.
Just then Bob returned. He gazed in surprise at the new arrivals.
"Hey, this is my brother-in-law," Katie chirped, all smiled. "Bob, meet some friends of mine-Dick, Laura and Randy." She pointed them out.
"Glad to know you, Bob," said Dick, then turned his gaze back to Barbara.
Laura moved directly to Bob. She didn't say anything with her lips, but her dark eyes spoke volumes that belonged on the same shelf with Tropic of Cancer and Candy.
"Any friends of Katie are certainly welcome," Bob said, his eyes lighting up as they skidded over Laura's curves.
Barbara tried to smile, but the effort was doomed to failure.' She was sorry now that she'd let Katie invite her friends over. She wasn't sure she could go through with the party with Bob there. This was altogether different from yesterday.
"How about some drinks?" Bob was asking. His broad grin said he welcomed the company.
Barbara felt a new clutch of tension as the youth drew a couple of crudely wrapped cigarettes out of his pocket. Marijuana! Oh, she couldn't let them light that up in her living room. But somehow the protest that welled in her throat wouldn't come out.
Bob was asking, "What are those?"
"Listen to him!" said Randy, and snickered.
"It's pot," Katie explained. "Ever tried it?"
Bob grinned again. "No, I haven't. But I've always been curious."
No ... oh, Cod, no! Barbara thought. Still, she didn't say anything.
"Man, your curiosity is about to come to an end," Dick said, and handed one of the joints to Bob. "Share that with your wife."
Bob fingered the cigarette. "How do you smoke it?" he asked.
Laura moved close to him and looked up into his eyes. "You take it slow, baby," she purred. "It's like fucking-slow and steady. You dig?"
He thrilled.
Dick said, "Take it into your lungs, hold it as long as you can, then let it out. Pass it to your wife for the next puff." He glanced at Katie and asked, "Baby, are you holding?"
"Yeah, I've got mine." She stepped to a chair where her bag lay. "I'll share with Randy."
"Solid. Laura, you and I will share this one." He took out matches and lit the cigarette he held.
"No ... don't...." Barbara said hoarsely as she touched Bob on the arm just as he was about to light up.
"Why not?" He grinned. "One won't hurt us. The experts say it's not habit-forming."
"It's better for you than booze," Randy said, as he watched Katie light hers.
A moment later, all three joints were burning. The characteristic pungent odor of burning pot wafted through the room. Katie drew deeply on her stick. Bob watched her. She held the smoke in her lungs and let it drift out slowly as she passed the cigarette to Randy. Dick was drawing on his.
Barbara watched her husband with an almost desperate tension as he raised the crude, strong-smelling cigarette to his lips.
He inhaled, coughed, and the smoke gushed out. "Wow!" he said. "It's strong." The others laughed.
He raised the joint for a second try.
"Remember-slow and easy," advised Laura.
This time he held the smoke in, and he felt its strange effect spread through his system. Immediately he became a little light-headed. He had a floating sensation. He felt his tension drain away.
"Try it," he said to Barbara, after he'd let the smoke out. He handed the burning stick to her.
She took it in a hand which seemed to have lost its ability to feel. She gazed at it strangely as she lifted it to her lips. If anyone had told her a few days ago-even a few hours ago-that she would be doing this, she would have called them mad. But it was just like the sex orgy yesterday: When the moment arrived, she did it eagerly.
She drew in the smoke more slowly than Bob had done the first time, and it stayed in her lungs. Her whole system seemed to tingle and glow. Her tension dissipated even more rapidly than Bob's, because she'd been more tense to begin with. She let out the smoke and actually felt good.
Bob took the cigarette from her. She backed up and sat down on the couch. The young people were watching her with interest. Her head seemed to float. She laughed.
Bob laughed as he stepped over to her and handed her the burning reefer for the second time. She took another draft. She felt even better. God, there was nothing weighing on her any more! She didn't have a worry in the world.
The others were getting just as high. Everyone chuckled and glowed as the cigarettes were handed back and forth. The concentration of smoke in the room grew thick.
Dick reached out, grasped Katie by the arm, and pulled her against him. As they held their burning cigarettes out to the side, he smeared his open mouth over her lips. They sucked and licked at each other. His hand slid to her back and down to massage her rounded, resilient butt.
As Bob watched in happy exhilaration, Dick pulled up Katie's skirt and petted her on the seat of her filmy pink pants. Randy snatched the cigarette out of Katie's outstretched hand and took a suck on it. He handed it to Laura and crossed the room to the sofa where Barbara sat.
"Hi, baby...." he said in a throaty, husky way as he sat down beside her. His possessive hand pushed her skirt up, exposing her stocking tops, garters and bare thighs. He twisted his head and kissed her on the mouth.
Bob gazed at them, feeling strangely detached and very, very happy. He realized to his surprise that he was hoping to watch the horny youth fuck Barbara. His surprise made him laugh.
Laura strolled over to him. As she took the cigarette out of his hand, she said, "You've had enough of that. Now let's swing."
"Man, I'm ready!" he exclaimed, and laughed again.
Laura put his cigarette and her own into an ashtray. She turned back to him and pressed her warm, pneumatic curves against his firm chest and belly.
"Have you got some cock for me tonight-hmmmm?" she asked. Her words came to him huskily, fuzzily, through the faint buzzing in his ears.
As he thrilled, she opened her rosy, moist mouth and brought it to his lips. His tongue sank into it as soon as their lips touched. She writhed against him, returning the French kiss. He delighted to the shifting of her full, unbrassiered tits against his chest. He slid his hands down her back and grasped her buttocks through her skirt and skimpy briefs.
He squeezed and rotated her ass cheeks in his hands, causing her belly to rub his cock teasingly through their clothes. They kept kissing, and he held his eyes open to watch Dick and Katie, who stood a short distance away.
Dick had a hand inside Katie's pants at the back. Her skirt was hiked waist high. He petted her ass as they kissed with tongues which fluttered back and forth between their mouths. Most of the tongue-play was out in the open, and Bob could watch it plainly.
Suddenly he was curious to see how Barbara and her partner were making out. With his cock half erect, Bob turned away from Laura to glance at the sofa. Barbara lay against the backrest of the couch. Her legs were sprawled open, and the youth called Randy had his hand up between them. All the way up! Not only that, but he had pulled the crotch of her while panties aside and was fingering her brown-bushy cunt. A monument stood at Randy's lap, forcing the fabric of his jeans into a peak.
"D'you like to watch?" Laura drawled, as she rubbed a titty against Bob's side. Her arm held him about the waist.
"Hell, yes!" he said in a lustful growl. "But I'd rather do it."
"Do what, big man?" she whispered, her soft lips grazing his cheek.
"Fuck you," he said, feeling fine and free when it said it that way.
"Well, fuck you, too, baby," she murmured, and placed her hand at the front of his slacks.
A tremendous surge of power flowed into his cock, and the rope immediately stiffened to become an iron bar, standing against his confining underpants. Laura dropped to her knees and opened his fly. He gazed around the room through eyes that seemed clouded slightly.
Randy was pulling off Barbara's panties. Dick dropped into a chair, his bone-hard prick sticking up nude from his lap, and he pulled Katie down across his thighs, as his other hand held the crotch of her panties away from her beautiful blonde bush. Bob watched as the young man's erection nosed into that thatch of golden hairs, parting the pink slit at its center and sliding up inside.
Bob let out an "Aaaarrrrgh," as Laura's fingers wormed into his Jockey briefs, gripped his enlarged penis, and drew it out. It flipped upright, quivering with the lust that pounded through it.
Laura bowed her head, her hair cascading down at either side, and caught the slick, smooth knob of his pecker in her mouth. She sucked and licked at his cockhead. The room seemed to sway in front of him. His knees grew weak as all his strength seemed to flow into his cock. That great thumping rod poked deeper into the girl's mouth.
Katie gazed at the fellatio as she wiggled her cunt atop Dick's bristling lap.
Barbara was on her back on the couch, laughing and kicking her stockinged legs in the air, as Randy opened the top of her dress and reached in to release the hooks of her bra.
It was only great, thought Bob. All of it!
What a way to fly!
Suddenly Laura let go of his rampant prick and flopped over onto her back on the carpet. Bob knelt beside her.
"Ooh, fuck me good!" he heard a female voice say, and he realized with a pleasant shock that it was Barbara's. He glanced at the sofa and watched Randy climb onto her, his prick at the ready. Barbara grasped it and pointed it into her hot little hole.
He felt another shock as he watched the young man's pecker sink out of sight in her body. But these shocks were like a shower of ping-pong balls. The marijuana was responsible for that. It had pleasantly fuzzed up his thinking without apparently diminishing his physical capacities in the slightest. He had never felt so free, and nothing seemed to matter. It was as if he owned the whole goddamned mother-fucking world!
"Hey, baby, I'm here," Laura said, and gripped his erect cock for emphasis.
He looked down at her lying on the carpet, her black hair spreading fan-like against the green shag. Her tits mounded ripely in the top of her dress, and the hem of that skimpy garment rode at the tops of her plump, smooth thighs.
He took hold of her skirt at both sides and pulled it up to her waist. She wore bikini briefs in a purple, green and pink psychedelic pattern. He grasped them and pulled them down off her writhing hips and thighs. Long black hair billowed over the mound and lips of her cunt, all but obscuring the slit from view.
She raised her legs in the air as he pulled the pants off her, then let her thighs flop wide apart, and he gazed happily at all the charms of her crotch. Her jet hair contrasted beautifully with her pale, soft flesh, and the bush now parted at the center to reveal her moist split. Below it, the hair-encircled indentation of her anus winked at him between the cheeks of her ass.
His cock gave a happy twitch.
He wanted to screw her immediately, but he still had all his clothes on. Sitting up on his knees, with his prick flopping heavily back and forth, he squirmed out of his shirt and undershirt. Then he unbuckled his belt and pushed his slacks down.
Meanwhile Laura hauled her dress over her head, exposing her rich, hobbling tits.
"Ooh, baby, I love your fucking! " Barbara cried from the sofa, as Randy worked his hard cock up and down inside her.
Bob gazed at his sweet wife getting screwed, and he heard himself say, "Give it to her! Ride her! Hump her like hell!"
"Man, I'm doin' it!" Randy panted in reply. "She's got one hot, wet, wiggly little cunt!"
Katie had changed her position on Dick so that she straddled his thighs as he lay slumped in the chair. Every part of him was slumping except his whang which was pointed straight up into her and hard as granite. The base of the shaft came into view each time she lifted the rosy, rubbery lips of her cunt.
Nude now, Bob belly-whopped on top of Laura, and her long, shapely legs wrapped him in an erotic vise. His prick nosed into her open honey-hole and sank until his large balls flopped against her anus.
"Give it to me long and slow," she said. "I like to feel every inch of a fellow's prick."
"Baby, I'm happy to give you all of mine," he said, and began to stroke it up and down ... out and in ... back and forth ... sliding it nearly seven inches in each direction and socking it to her with a snap that caused his lust-gorged nuts to quiver against her asshole.
She writhed and bumped, grinding and sliding her wet cunt around his nonstop piston. He bent to take quick sucks at her quivering, rounded titties. He pawed at them.
He glanced from side to side, watching Randy ball his wife and Katie screw her hot ass around Dick's rigid, upstanding prong. From Bob's angle, on the floor, he had a perfect view of the merging of the other couples' organs.
It was sock, sock, sock on both sides of him, pricks into pussies-one prick powering down, the other bucking upward. The rosy-mouthed cunts wiggled and dribbled.
Bob went at Laura harder.
The three passion-locked couples fucked to a blissful climax, side by side.
CHAPTER NINE
That was only the beginning. After everyone had been relieved of their first load, they rested for a while. But resting was a sinful waste of time in this situation, and they all got down on the floor together in one big, happy tangle of arms, legs and torsos. They helped each other out of their few remaining garments and proceeded to stimulate one another again with hands and lips ... swaying tits ... flopping peckers ... and wet, swabbing cunts.
Somebody lit a roach and passed it around. A few puffs reinforced the mutual euphoria, and the six horny humans settled back to suck, lick, stroke and fuck their fill of writhing, bumping flesh.
Bob found himself sprawled between Laura and his own wife. He wrapped a hand around the tit of each of them and turned his head first one way, then the other, sucking the two women's titties in turn. Dick was at work on Barbara's other tit while Randy nestled between Laura's thighs, lapping the cream from her cunt. Katie crawled atop Bob. She flickered her tongue along his spine and didn't stop when she reached his hairy rump. Her wet tongue slithered into his crack and slid down across his asshole, which tingled merrily at the touch. She reached his dangling balls and proceeded to buffet them this way and that with her delightful oral instrument.
Somebody started to roll, and everyone else went along. Asses that had been down against the carpet were suddenly thrust into the air; faces that had been looking up were now looking down. Bellies slid against bellies. Cocks dragged moistly across cunts and well-kissed tits.
Bob felt a hot mouth seize his prick, and he looked down to see his wife working there, avidly giving head to him while Dick kissed and sucked around her upturned fanny. Bob's cock stiffened.
Soon all three men had hard-ons, and the women's pussies itched for a renewal of action. They fell into an exotic, erotic pattern, each person making use of the portion of sexual anatomy which they found most convenient to them at the moment. But the men observed the unwritten law of not touching one another, except as they had to crawl or sprawl across each other's bodies in order to get at the females. The girls weren't quite so particular.
Laura went hungrily at Katie's snatch, licking it and frigging it gently with her tongue. Randy draped himself over Laura's back and inserted his rampant prick into her moistly inviting twat. He screwed her dog-fashion, while running a hand up and down one of Katie's legs, which was sticking straight up in the air.
Katie had Bob's dong in her mouth, and she sucked on it lovingly while Barbara watched. Barbara couldn't be angry at that moment, though she felt she ought to be. Perhaps one of the reasons was that Dick was between her legs, eating her out; another possible reason was that Randy was bent over Laura's side, tonguing Barbara's mouth while he fucked the other girl and petted Katie's leg. Bob played with Katie's and Laura's tits-one hand buffeting each pair of beauties, making them quiver and bounce.
The pattern of linked, loving flesh constantly shifted and changed. People crawled back and forth across one another. Cocks bobbed from mouths to pussies and back to mouths again. Bellies and buttocks undulated like the waves of a stormy sea.
Barbara gave herself completely to the action, as did Bob. Their inhibitions were asleep, and they responded freely to the physical stimulation they received. Barbara took the loving attentions of all three males and of Laura, as well. She derived pleasure from the girl's caresses and intimate kisses, but she didn't return them in kind. There were too many males to reach for.
Bob took on all the girls, including his own wife-and it was a special thrill to pump his prick in Barbara while the others were there. But the fun couldn't last forever. The hour grew late and the lovers fell, one by one, sated.
They slept.
Sometime in the early hours of the morning-Barbara and Bob weren't sure exactly when-Dick, Randy and Laura bid Katie good-bye and took their leave.
In the morning Katie was the first to be up and bustling around. Bob and Barbara awoke in their bed; they had transferred from the living room floor sometime during the night.
"My God, what time is it?" Barbara inquired as she sat up, stark nude.
Bob heard and opened one eye. He focused it on the bedside clock.
"Quarter of nine," he said.
"Oh, Bob! You're late for work."
"Relax. It's Saturday."
"Ooh, yes." She lay back again. "Did we ... really do ... what I seem to remember last night?"
"We did it," Bob said. "All of it."
"God."
Katie entered the room. She wore her usual morning uniform of panties-nothing else. "Well, how are the swingers today?" she inquired.
"Where are your friends?" Bob asked, as he ogled her bare tits.
"Gone." Katie grinned. "Are you sorry?"
"I don't know. It's too early to know how I feel about anything. But I think I need some coffee. Also, I have to take a piss."
Katie laughed. "The coffee's made. But you'd better piss first."
"I think you're right."
He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He felt strangely groggy, but it wasn't the kind of hangover he would have suffered from booze. He suspected he was groggy from strenuous exertion followed by very deep sleep.
He stood up, naked, in full view of Katie. She eyed his prick which hung forward over his balls.
She said, "Looks like the man is thinking of standing up."
"No chance," he said, and headed for the bathroom. "He was up too long last night to have any such ideas this morning."
She followed Bob into the john. Barbara noted this, and it didn't seem to bother her. She was a little surprised that she didn't become angry over it. Then she thought some more about last night and wondered if she would ever be jealous again.
Bob moved up to the toilet bowl and lifted the seat. He aimed his penis and expelled his urine in a thick, hard stream.
Katie stepped up beside him and watched. "Want me to hold that for you?" she asked, reaching for his cock.
"If you want to."
He let go and she took over. He continued to urinate vigorously as her soft, cool fingers held his penis.
"You can sure hold a lot," she said.
When the flow finally tapered off, she gave his pecker a couple of shakes.
"Milk it," he said.
She stripped it several times, and it stopped dripping. She let it go and smiled at him. He pulled her close and gave her a kiss as her full, firm titties jammed against his chest.
"Wanta fuck?" she asked.
"You're crazy." He chuckled.
"I'll bet I could make you hard." She took hold of his prick and began to play with it.
He felt he should tell her to stop, but he didn't really want to. Her squeezing, stroking fingers brought a flow of hot blood into his penis, and the organ swelled. It stiffened out and lifted.
When his cock was very high and hard, she said, "Come on," and led the way back into the bedroom, drawing him by the prick.
Barbara looked up from her pillow as they entered the room. She noted her husband's condition and gave a little gasp.
"We're ready to go again," Katie said to her. "Are you?"
"Katie...."
"Slide over. Let Bob lie down in the center of the bed."
Barbara complied. She didn't really want to screw, but lacked the will to say no.
Then suddenly she thought of the baby. She sat up. "Oh, it's so late, and Donny hasn't had his morning bottle."
"I took care of him," Katie said, as she followed Bob onto the bed.
"Did you change him, too?"
"Mm-Hmm. He's fallen asleep again."
Barbara settled back.
"Come on, Sis," Katie said. "Let's both make love to Bob at the same time."
Barbara looked at him. He smiled. His prick still stuck up hard.
It was strange-very strange-what was happening to her and to him, to their relationship together. But she couldn't honestly say she disliked it.
She turned toward him. Katie leaned over him from the other side. He kissed Barbara on the mouth as Katie petted his prick and balls. He writhed pleasurably. He took hold of one of his wife's tits and one of Katie's. He squeezed both at the same time and tweaked their erect nipples.
Katie bent to kiss him on the stomach, her hand remaining around his rock-hard cock. Barbara's warm, moist mouth slid over his bristly chin and down his neck. She kissed him on the hairy chest.
He slid a hand down the front of each of them and into their girl-fur. He tickled the plush outer lips of their pussies.
Katie kissed lower and lower on his belly until her lips were nibbling around the base of his prick, which she held straight up. Barbara's sucking, nibbling lips and caressing tongue slid toward his navel.
His entire body throbbed with sexual excitement. Katie began to lick upward along his shaft, and the thrills localized and sharpened. His lust-engorged cock twitched ecstatically.
Katie's fluttering tongue climbed his minaret slowly. Barbara noted what her sister was doing and didn't want to be outdone, so she joined in. As Katie's tongue approached the pinnacle of his prick, Barbara began to lick around its hairy base. Then she started to ascend the tower. She worked with her cheek lying flat against his belly, her hair tickling his thigh and nuts. Katie fitted her mouth over the head of his cock, and her long hair cascaded against him, caressing his thighs and balls.
While Katie sucked and pumped her mouth up and down on the end of his prick, Barbara licked as much of the shaft as she could gain access to. But Katie purposely took in more and more of the organ, bobbing her head more deeply and forcing the end of his pecker into her throat. This crowded Barbara out, so she moved to his balls and licked there while her younger sister had full charge of his cock.
Both women were becoming very excited, and the sense of rivalry between them grew. They both wanted Bob's big, strong pecker up their cunts.
Katie quit mouthing him and raised her head. "Get out of the way," she boldly ordered Barbara. "I want to climb onto him."
Barbara raised her head but didn't move back. Both sisters looked at Bob.
"Tell her to move so I can screw you," said Katie.
Barbara continued to look at him. She didn't say anything.
Katie was a young, exciting female. She had brought him a great deal of pleasure during the last few days. But Barbara was his wife and the woman he loved. Nothing could change that.
It was because he truly wanted to, and not because he felt he had to do so, that he told Katie, "I want Barbara." He sat up quickly and turned his wife onto her back.
"Ooh, darling...." she murmured, and eagerly spread her legs.
He swung over atop her, falling into the saddle with practiced ease. His big prick slid smoothly into her wet, open hole and sank deep, filling her with his throbbing manhood.
Katie leaned back on her haunches and watched Bob fuck his wife with obvious pleasure. Barbara responded to his virile prick thrusts by undulating her middle and reaching for him with her moist, warm cunt-grinding and pumping upward as he powered his manly meat into her from the male-dominant position which both he and Barbara preferred.
"Damn you!" Katie exploded. "Damn both of you! You deserve each other."
She pushed herself backward off the bed, and flounced into her own room.
Bob and Barbara hardly heard her angry curse, and they weren't aware of her departure. They were too absorbed in each other as they screwed with mounting frenzy.
Barbara socked her pussy up to him, and she panted, "That's so good! So good! Ooh, darling ... darling ... I love you!"
"I love you, baby!" he exclaimed, and fucked her to a marvelous climax.
She cried out with delight, and her spasming pussy sucked at his twitching prick, drawing forth spurt after spurt of his rich, warm cream. As it pooled in her belly, she felt very good indeed.
Her life seemed secure and in proper order again, but with an important new dimension having been added. She and Bob seemed to know each other better now and to accept each other more fully. For that, they could thank Katie and the experiences which her visit had brought them.
The young girl was angrily throwing clothes into her suitcases, which lay open on the bed.
Barbara, wearing a robe, walked into her room and asked in surprise, "You're not getting ready to leave, are you?"
Katie laughed bitterly. "Don't tell me you're sorry. You've been itching for me to leave ever since I got here. I shook up your square little life, and you couldn't stand it. Well, you can have your precious husband and your comfortable, sad rut. Be his slave if you want to. Let him suffocate you and make you old."
"Katie, for heaven's sake! I was just about to tell you that Bob and I really enjoyed ourselves last night. It was fun."
The younger girl looked at her sister in amazement. "But just now Bob rejected me and turned to you."
"Well, I'm his wife," Barbara said with a gentle smile. "But he's had you a thousand times."
Barbara laughed. "I doubt if it's been that many. We've been married only a year and a half."
"You know what I mean. You and he are old stuff. I should think both of you would prefer someone new when there's a choice."
"You're not allowing for love."
"Love! That's bullshit and you know it."
"I feel sorry for you, Katie, if you really feel that way." The younger girl returned to her packing. "Get out of here and leave me alone," she demanded as she tossed a skirt into one of the suitcases.
Barbara left the room, wondering what she could do to bring her baby sister to her senses. She went out to the kitchen and prepared breakfast.
Katie had helped Bob and her by broadening their concept of fun and making it possible for them to appreciate each other more deeply. Now Barbara felt she should help her sister realize that there was more to life than just experiencing pleasure in a shallow, physical sense.
But Katie had finished packing and was gone, with hardly a word to Bob or Barbara, before the older girl had an opportunity to talk with her again.
"What came over her all of a sudden?" Bob wondered aloud. "Why was she so pissed off?"
"She's an unhappy girl," said Barbara. "She hasn't found herself yet."
To Bob she'd seemed pretty well adjusted in her own way. But he was prepared to accept his wife's analysis of her sister's condition. He didn't much care. He was happy to be alone with Barbara now.
CHAPTER TEN
Katie's red sports car streaked along the highway en route back to the university. She wasn't anxious to return, but she couldn't stand to remain with Barbara and Bob any longer. They made her sick!
She was driving fast because she liked to feel the wind rush past her cheeks and whip her hair. She always drove fast, even when she was headed no place in particular.
She was aware of this, and it amused her. A fast ride to nowhere-that was what life really amounted to, when all the pretensions were stripped away. So the only thing a person would do was to grab as much pleasure as possible along the route.
Images rushed at her through her large round sunglasses; hills, trees, cattle grazing in the fields, an endless procession of approaching cars and trucks.
She felt horny and frustrated. This morning she had worked Bob up, and worked herself up at the same time, only to have him turn away from her and give his big prick to Barbara. She'd been too angry to diddle herself, so now she was hung up.
Hey, what was that ahead, next to the road? Two guys with suitcases by their feet, waiting for a ride.
She felt a surge of excitement, and her fool hit the brake pedal. Her tires screeched on the pavement as the little car slowed abruptly. It passed the young men and came to a stop on the shoulder of the road.
Grinning, the guys ran toward the car. One was tall, with sun-bleached blond hair. The other was shorter, and his hair was dark brown.
"Hey, thanks for stopping," the blond fellow said.
She was looking at the other one. There was something about him that appealed to her. He gave her a shy smile.
"How far are you going?" she asked.
"Well go as far as you will," the blond said.
"We really don't have any destination in mind," his friend explained.
That sounded good to Katie. Perhaps she didn't have any destination in mind, either. The idea of returning to school turned her off. Who needed it?
She held the right-hand front seat forward as the blond man opened the door. "Is there room for you in back beside the suitcases?" she asked him.
"I'll make room," he said, happy for the lift even if he had to ride in the cramped rear seat next to the luggage.
The other young man climbed in beside Katie, and they took off.
"My name's Jeff, and that's Billy," said the blond.
"I'm Katie."
"You've got a neat car," Billy said.
"Thanks." She smiled at him.
She had an urge to reach across and place her hand in his lap. But she didn't dare behave so boldly with a total stranger. Anyway, he might not like it. He seemed to be the bashful type.
His friend was exactly the opposite. He leaned forward and spoke close to Katie's ear, "You're too sharp a chick to be driving around alone. How about the three of us teaming up? Can you dig it?" He ran his fingers along her smooth cheek.
"Maybe," she said, and glanced at the young man beside her. She asked him, "Is that what you want to do?"
He grinned, blushing a little. "Jeff makes all the heavy decisions." When Billy smiled, he looked a little like Bob, only younger and more exciting.
She said, "It's a free life, man. Don't let anybody tell you what to do."
"I'd like to team up," he told her.
"Okay. So we team up," die said.
"Hey ... solid!" said Jeff, and he caressed her shoulder possessively. Little prickles of excitement erupted in her flesh. But she kept thinking about Billy. She wanted him first.
"How far do you figure on driving before you stop some place?" Jeff asked.
He was as horny as she was. She hoped Billy was horny, also.
"I don't care," she said. "I could stop any time."
"It'd be good to stretch out on the grass under a tree," Jeff suggested.
She asked Billy, "How do you feel about that?"
"That'd be fine with me." He grinned again, and the color in his cheeks remained high.
She wondered if his cock had hardened at the thought of screwing her. Some guys were just that quick. Did she dare reach across and find out what Billy's condition was? No. Better not. She might put him off if she came on too strong at first.
Jeff tapped her on the shoulder and pointed off to the side in front of them. "There are some trees," he said, "and there's a road leading over to them."
"Maybe it's private," she said.
"So what? Fuck it. man." He chuckled.
She glanced at Billy. He was blushing stronger than ever and looking at her hungrily. She laughed, signaled for a turn, and put her foot on the brake pedal.
The car slowed as it approached the intersection. A dirt road wound into the trees at the right. She made the turn and dust billowed behind them as the car lurched over the rough surface.
Ahead the terrain sloped down to a little stream, where the trees grew more densely. She slowed the car and put the transmission into second. She angled off the road and drove carefully down the hillside, threading a course between rocks and chuckholes.
She couldn't drive all the way to the stream because of an abrupt drop of three or four feet. Below that, there was a grassy patch which was hidden from the highway and even from the dirt road above.
"Hey, that's neat," Jeff said.
Katie stopped the car. A familiar, tight sensation seeped through her, caused by the anticipation of impending sex. The feeling was especially sharp because the sex, in this instance, was to be with new partners. Billy was the one she thought particularly about, though Jeff leaned close to her.
She opened the door of the car and got out. Jeff hopped out right after her.
"Come here, girl," he said, and pulled her into his arms.
Billy was just getting out of the car, and she caught his eye as Jeff pulled her against him. She turned her head when the blond man tried to kiss her.
"What's with you?" he asked.
"Don't move so fast," she said. "Keep cool."
"Well, what'd we come over here for?"
"To stretch out on the grass and look at the trees. That's what you said."
Billy walked up to them, and she smiled at him.
Jeff glanced at the other fellow, then back at her. He got the idea. "Listen, chick, Billy and I are partners. We work together, all the way."
"But it has to be your way, hm? " Katie asked.
"Not always. Sometimes Billy calls it."
"When you let him," she added.
"Hey, you psyche me out," Jeff said. "You wanted to make this scene. Don't tell me you didn't."
"Sure, I wanted to. But I don't like to be rushed."
"You wanta be wooed, is that it?" Jeff smirked.
"I want to be treated like a person." She looked at Billy again.
He seemed uneasy, but his eyes shone warmly with desire for her. There was no doubt about that.
"Okay ... okay," Jeff said. "We'll stretch out on the grass."
"Wait a minute. I've got a couple of blankets in the car."
"Hey, this chick goes prepared," Jeff said to the other youth, and chuckled. Billy didn't reply.
Katie found herself in a strange frame of mind as she walked to the rear of the car, opened the small trunk, and took out the folded blankets. For months now, she'd been taking on practically all comers, when and where they wanted her. She'd let them call the shots. Suddenly she wanted to have something to say about it.
She wasn't sure what was responsible for her change of attitude. It was just the way she happened to feel right then. Jeff was no more or less attractive than most of the young men with whom she'd been intimate lately. There was a special appeal about Billy, but she didn't think this was entirely responsible for her changed outlook.
It was just her mood, she decided. Girls were entitled to have moods.
She brought the blankets over to where Jeff was standing, watching her. She tossed them onto the grass. The tall, blond youth gazed at her with a little twinkle in his eyes.
"Now are you ready?" he asked.
She turned to Billy. "Do you want me?" she asked him.
"Gosh, yes!" he blurted.
"Then take me."
"Easy, man," Jeff warned. "She's tryin' to string us out."
Katie ignored him and kept looking at Billy. The dark-haired youth smiled at her and blushed at the same time. He cast an uncertain look at Jeff.
"Well?" she asked Billy. "If you want me, do something about it."
"I don't want trouble with Jeff," he said.
"Oh, so that's the kind of guy you are." She turned away from him and began walking toward the creek.
She heard the young men whispering behind her. She felt angry. Suddenly she wanted to return to her car and drive off, leaving the two studs there by the stream bank. That would serve them right.
She was just about to put the decision into practice when Jeff moved up behind her and ran his hands forward, under her arms. He gripped her breasts.
"Hey, no bra!" he said. "That's what I like. Girl, you've got a real set of titties." He rolled and squeezed them.
"Leave me alone," Katie demanded, and squirmed around, pulling her boobies from his grasp.
But she couldn't get away from him. Laughing, Jeff held onto her and wrestled her down onto the grass. Billy just stood and watched.
She was infuriated. "Pig!" she screamed at Jeff. "Lousy pig!"
She tried to gouge his eyes, but he pinned her arms against the ground. He was very strong. She kicked, but he kept out of range of her legs, and all her kicking accomplished was to kite her skirt back to her lap, exposing her lush, firm thighs and the narrow crotch of her pink panties.
Now Jeff covered her body with his own, pinning her legs to the ground along with her arms, which he continued to grip. He grinned down at her, showing his teeth.
"So you like it rough, huh baby?" he growled. "Well, that's the way you're gonna get it!"
"Jeff...." Billy said tentatively.
"Yeah?" Jeff looked up at die other youth, his eyes daring Billy to object.
"Don't force it," Billy said simply.
A surge of warmth went through Katie, washing out her anger. She watched Billy closely. He looked scared, and die supposed he had reason-Jeff was considerably bigger and huskier than he. But Billy was standing up to the rough guy just the same, and that was what she appreciated.
"Are you tellin' me what to do?" Jeff asked his friend.
"I'm just telling you not to make her do something she doesn't want to do."
"And you don't think she wants to fuck?" He laughed and looked down at her as he continued, "She just likes it the hard way-don't you, baby? She wants to get her little pussy plundered."
"I want Billy first," die said.
"Why? "Jeff demanded.
"Just because I do. I don't need any fucking reason!"
"Well, you'll take it the way we give it to you, babe," Jeff declared, and did his strong hand down her belly and into her panty-covered crotch.
His contact with her cunt, through the thin nylon fabric of her pants, sent a sharp stab of desire through her. Though her mental attitude was unaccountably different today, her physical responses were not. She couldn't hold out against a horny male. She was too horny herself. Anyway, even if she had Billy first, she would have to screw Jeff before they left that place. So what was the difference?
But she didn't want Billy to feel like a fool. He'd spoken up for her, as she'd wanted him to do, and she didn't want him to think it was unappreciated.
"Let him have his way, Billy," she said. "It's all right."
Jeff chuckled and kept rubbing his hand up and down between her thighs. Her cuntlips moistened and filled with blood. She became very hot.
"Get those blankets," he barked at the other youth.
Billy stood there and glared down at him. "Get 'em yourself."
He gave Billy a dirty look, then got up. "Okay. You won't dare touch her first. You know what's good for you."
Jeff swaggered over to where the blankets lay. Katie and Billy gazed at each other.
"I'm sorry," Billy said.
"I told you-it's all right." She smiled at him.
Jeff brought the blankets and quickly spread them out. "Get your ass over here," he said to her, indicating the improvised bed.
She scooted onto the blankets. Jeff knelt beside her. He gripped the top of her panties and pulled them down.
"Hey, man ... a real blonde," he said. "Dig that."
Billy gazed at her snatch, then turned away. He walked over to the stream.
"Take your blouse off," Jeff said to her. "I wanta see your tits."
She obeyed because she wanted to show them. She wanted to feel his hands on them ... and his sucking mouth.
As she squirmed out of her blouse, the generously rounded titties quivered. Their nipples stuck up, big and hard. Jeff licked his lips.
His hands went to the front of his pants. He jerked open his belt and unzipped his fly. He pushed his pants and shorts down.
His cock was a disappointment. Like some other husky guys she'd known, his prick wasn't in proportion to the rest of his body. It was a stubby instrument, hardly more than five inches long, she judged.
Now that it was released from confinement, it assumed rigid straightness. He filled his hands with Her tits and squeezed them so hard that she whimpered. He climbed on top of her and bent to suck up a stiff, pink nipple. His tongue lashed at it.
She lay her cheek against the blanket and gazed across the little clearing at Billy, who stood throwing pebbles into the stream. She wished it were he atop her instead of the other man.
But she needed fucking, and when a girl felt like that it was any prick in a storm. She reached and took hold of Jeff's tool.
She pointed it toward her flaring, hot pussy. He dropped his hips, and his cock slid into her, plugging the soft, moist orifice but not reaching as deeply as she would have liked.
He began to hump her briskly. Somehow she'd known he would work fast to finish the act as quickly as possible. Men like him were that way. She locked her legs around the backs of his thighs and screwed intensely with him.
The storm raged for perhaps a minute, reached its crest, and gave her the physical satisfaction she'd needed. But psychologically she seemed to need more. She still thought about Billy.
He continued to stand with his back to the locked pair on the blankets. He hadn't so much as glanced at them while they screwed.
Jeff pulled out of Katie and got to his feet. His thick, short pecker flopped back and forth. It was wet and red.
"Your turn, man," he said to Billy.
Katie waited on the blankets, her skirt rumpled at her middle, her knees up and parted. Billy turned and gazed at her snatch which was open, the blonde hair matted with moisture along its edges. He looked at her face.
She smiled. "Come on," she said.
He moved over to her, looking tense and a little troubled.
Jeff paid no attention. He was facing the other way, adjusting his clothes.
"If you'd rather not...." Billy said.
Suddenly she became angry again. Damn him! She sat up, her tits swooping forward.
"All right. Forget it." She got to her feet and looked around. "Where're my pants?"
"I've got 'em, baby," Jeff said, and grinned at her. "They're my souvenir."
"Oh, come on! What kind of creep are you?"
The grin left his face. "Watch your smart mouth," he warned.
Let him keep the panties, she decided. What did she care? This whole thing bad been a mistake.
Or was it?
She caught Billy's eye as she straightened her blouse. He was gazing hungrily at her tits as they quivered and bobbed. She began buttoning up. He shifted his gaze upward to her face, then quickly looked away.
She wondered how he and Jeff had happened to team up. They didn't seem like a pair who would get along, at all.
"Well, let's go," she said, as she gathered up the blankets.
"I thought you wanted to lie on your back and dig the trees," Jeff taunted.
"That was your idea, and you know it. I'm leaving."
She strode back to the car.
"Poor Billy," Jeff said, and laughed. "He didn't get his nookie. Man, when're you gonna learn you've gotta grab it when it's there?"
The other youth didn't reply.
She felt sorry for Billy, also, but with more sincere sympathy than Jeff had expressed. Billy did want her, she knew. But the situation a little while ago, with Jeff forcing the issue, had turned him off.
She thought about tossing Jeff's bag out of the car and leaving him behind while Billy accompanied her, but she felt she couldn't get away with that. Maybe after they reached the highway....
"Come on, get in," she said.
Jeff stood aside this time so Billy would be forced to climb into the cramped space in back. She'd figured that would happen. Good!
Jeff sat down beside her. She started the car, backed it around, and headed slowly up the slope to the dirt road. Nobody spoke. She drove back to the highway, turned onto the shoulder of the main road, and stopped.
"Okay," she said. "Out you go."
"You're some kind of funny chick," Jeff said.
"Sure. But don't tax your gigantic brain worrying about it."
"Don't worry."
He reached over the seat, grasped the handle of his suitcase, and pulled it after him as he climbed out. Billy stood up to follow his friend from the car, but Katie reached across quickly and pulled the door closed. She stepped on the gas, and the little car leaped forward like a goosed gazelle.
Billy thumped back into the seat.
She glanced back and grinned at him. "You all right?"
"Yeah. I guess so. But what's the idea?"
"You mean, you don't dig?" she asked, yelling to be heard over the wind.
"Well, not really."
"Okay. Let's put it this way-who would you rather travel with, me or that big bastard back there?"
"Well, you, but...."
"Then there's no sweat."
"But you didn't want me a little while ago."
"You're wrong. I wanted you bad, right from the first. But that wasn't the right scene for us. We both knew it."
"I guess you're right."
"I'm gonna stop now. You can climb around and come up here with me."
She slowed the car to a stop on the shoulder of the road.
"Where're we going?" he asked, as he climbed into the front seat.
"Wherever we feel like. You've got a little money, haven't you?"
"Some."
"Well, I've got some, too. And I know where I can get some more." She was thinking of her next allowance check, which her university friends would hold for her. If she called them, they would forward it.
She smiled at Billy, and he returned the smile shyly.
She decided it was time to start getting him over his bashfulness. As they drove along, she reached across and touched him on the front of his pants. She felt him jump. She laughed softly.
Driving with one hand and watching the road, she fumbled for the tab of his zipper, found it, and slowly pulled the zipper down.
"Let your cock out," she said.
"But we're in public...."
"So what? I want to see your pecker. I'll bet it's a good one.
"Hell...." he said, and laughed a little. But he dug into his shorts and brought out his dong.
Katie glanced at it and smiled. It was long and handsome, covered with foreskin except at its tip. She reached across and took it in her hand.
"You're hung a lot better than Jeff," she said, and stroked his cock gently as she watched the road. They were speeding along at better than sixty miles an hour.
Billy didn't say anything, but his prick stiffened so that she held a thick, long bar which was iron-hard. She slid the foreskin back off the head of it and wrapped her cool hand around the big, smooth knob. It was quite moist with lubricant, showing that he'd been generating a good deal of excitement.
"You can play with my pussy," she said.
He quickly reached over and ran his hand up under her skirt. Since she wore no panties, her snatch was easily accessible. She thrilled as his fingers stroked its lips, which were sticky from her fucking with Jeff. He wiggled his middle finger up her quim.
"Oh, man, we're gonna have to get some place where we can screw," she said. "But I don't want to do it on the ground this time. I want a bed. Let's go to a motel. We can stay the night."
"Sounds great to me," Billy replied a little huskily. His stiff penis pulsated in her grasp.
She let go of it. "There's a town up ahead. Try to calm yourself so you can get out and register."
"Yeah. Yeah." He took his hand away from her.
She glanced and watched him struggle to force his huge pecker back into his snug clothes.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
She insisted on taking a bath before he touched her.
This was a far cry from the way she was used to behaving with Dick, Randy, and the others. But she wanted everything to be just right for Billy and herself the first time. She wanted very much to please him.
When she emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her middle, he was in bed, underneath the covers. His shoulders and upper chest were bare, and she discovered that he didn't have a bad build at all. But he lacked the excessive beefiness of Jeff. That was good. She would rather snuggle up to a man than a gorilla.
He gazed at her high, full breasts, their pink nipples standing rigidly at attention.
"You're beautiful," he said.
"So are you." She smiled and dropped the towel while he watched her.
Her blonde bush was fluffed out. Two or three drops of water clung to the golden threads. She bent forward, letting her titties swoop, and drew back the covers on the bed. She drew them far enough to assure herself that Billy was completely naked.
She climbed in next to him and drew the covers up. He immediately took her in his arms.
"Man, how I've been wanting to do this!" he said huskily. His cock provided the exclamation point for his statement by standing up and pressing against her.
She took hold of it gently. One of his hands spanned her pliant ass and the other slid in between them to grip a titty. They kissed.
His tongue crept into her mouth, hesitantly at first, then twisted and stroked passionately as her tongue rubbed it. She felt his life's blood throbbing in his prick, making it even huger and harder. The head was so large it filled her hand. She could hardly wait to feel him push that big thing up her love channel and settle it against her womb.
But Billy took a somewhat different approach to sex than his more aggressive traveling companion had done. Though his need was fully as great as Jeff's had been, he believed in getting to know a girl thoroughly before he shoved his cock into her. That meant doing a lot of pleasurable exploring with his hands and mouth.
He eased Katie onto her back and slid his hands around her precious breasts, exerting gentle pressure with his fingers and thumbs. They sank into the fully packed flesh, causing her nipples to reach higher in the air. He brushed his lips back and forth across the rosy crests.
"Ooh, love them ... love them...." Katie said.
His ardent tongue snaked out and circled one of the little towers. He bent it to and fro, letting it snap back and forth. She whimpered with delight. Now he fitted his lips over the thrusting nipple and drew at it gently, raising his head and letting it slip free time and again only to recapture it and suck some more.
It was nice to be treated this way, tenderly and with genuine affection. She liked Billy's touch.
She twisted her shoulders against the bed, arching her spine as she did so. Her tits wobbled back and forth, the nipples hopping in and out of his mouth.
He backed up on his knees. Again he encircled her titties with his hands and shook them gently as he kissed lower.
"Yes ... yes ... ooh, Billy...." she moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair.
He sucked the delectable flesh around her belly button, then let his tongue tip enter that puckery little cup. As he licked it, Katie's excitement increased. She couldn't remember when anyone had turned her on so fully and thrillingly with such superficial kissing and caressing of her body. She wasn't sure she could hold out when he went all the way down on her ... if he did.
She hoped he wouldn't lose his nerve, or his desire, when he got closer to her fluffy treasure.
After he had kissed her tummy thoroughly, he lifted her right leg and held it up in the air. He placed his mouth against her satiny inner thigh. He licked and nibbled along, lighting a thousand little fires in her flesh.
He turned to her other thigh and held that one up as he kissed it. He backed up farther and kissed the hollow behind her knee. He licked along her graceful calf.
"Please, Billy ... please...." she murmured.
Suddenly he let her legs fall away and dropped to the golden garden which grew between them. The fissure which split it vertically was moist and open, the little lips seeming to reach for a tongue or prick to wrap themselves around.
Billy brushed the light curly hairs away from the rosy gash, then stuck out his tongue and sank it into her eagerly-receptive flesh.
"Ooooh!" she cried, and thrust her cunt upward to imprison his tongue deeply. How wonderful it was to have him enter her like that!
She wiggled her slippery slit around his tongue as he stroked it in and out, then up and down her meaty groove, lapping up the honey that trickled along the rosy folds.
Each time his tongue-tip brushed her clitty, she wanted to shriek with joy. Finally she grasped his head and held him on that hot spot. He twirled and sucked her clit with delirious effect until she couldn't stand it any longer, and she came. Her entire body throbbed with bliss, and her pussy bounced wetly against his face. He slid his tongue deeply into it again, as deeply as a tongue could go, and he felt her fuck-muscles ripple, grabbing at him, seemingly intent upon sucking his tongue right out of his mouth.
His pecker throbbed. It ached to get into her.
Now it was time for his tongue to relinquish possession so that his cock could have its way. He crawled forward atop her and inserted his aching rod into her moist, soft hole which was still spasming from the glorious come she'd experienced as he tongued her.
"Ooh, Billy ... fuck me, fuck me!" she moaned. She moved her pussy in perfect counterpoint to his deep-reaching thrusts. His cock pumped deeply into her wiggling, wet, warm cunt. His balls bumped against her asshole each time he thrust.
"What a cock!" she exclaimed passionately. "Ooh, it's so big and long! I love it. I love it. Screw me all day and night. Make me come a million times."
"Baby, I wish ... I could," he panted, as he worked intensely.
His chest ground against her round, springy boobs. Their nipples dug into him like little darts. Her legs scissored at his sides. He kept up the long, steady strokes, resisting an impulse to fuck her rapidly, as Jeff had done at the very first.
Gradually her excitement mounted toward the edge of another orgasm. But could she make it? Would he last that long?
She panted and whined as she pumped her slippery sheath up and down his bobbing pole of passion. "Ooh, so deep ... so deeep! " she cried.
"Am I ... hurting you?" he asked.
"Ooh, baby ... noooh! Man, you're fucking me so good! Keep it up. Keep going. Oooooh, Billy ... wowww ... I'm getting there ... uuuh ... uuuuh ... OOOOOOOH!"
She came blindingly, even better than before. She seemed to open like the earth during a quake and draw him deeper into her than any man had ever gone. Her pussy rippled and convulsed around him. She felt him let go, spurting his warm semen into her, and she throbbed all the stronger. She wailed with bliss. The thrills just wouldn't stop. Never had she come with such marvelous force.
Billy fell forward against her. He clutched her shoulders and kissed her around the face and neck.
"Baby ... baby ... wow, that was good!" he said.
"Ooh, you know it! I feel so ... complete."
She thought, as soon as she had said it, that complete was a strange word to use. But that was exactly how she felt at that moment. And she'd never felt just that way before. Sex had always been good, but it had always been purely physical. It had never touched her so deeply, in an almost spiritual way.
If anyone had told her it could be like that-if they could possibly have described it-she wouldn't have believed them.
So, what did it mean?
Good God, had she fallen in love? Was that possible?
She pondered this as she went to the john to cleanse herself, because she wanted to remain fresh for Billy-sweet and kissable everywhere.
When she returned to the bed, he was sitting up. He grinned at her. She slid into bed beside him, laughing happily. They embraced and kissed. Their tongues slid into each other's mouth. His hand caught one of her titties and squeezed it tenderly. She caressed his soft penis and balls.
Suddenly she pushed back the covers and bent to look at his privates close up.
He gasped with happy surprise as her face neared his crotch. Then he reached forward and caught her at the sides of the head.
"I'm dirty," he said.
"No, you're not," she murmured. "You're wonderful! I want you just this way."
Strangely, what she thought hadn't been good enough for him-to kiss and smell her when her organ was covered with the products of their lovemaking-seemed just right for her. She wanted to taste and breathe in the scent of his cum and her own, mingled on the stalk of his manhood.
She began to lick his slimy penis, her tongue darting up and down the rope-like cylinder of flesh. She lapped along the underside of it and down over his balls, which also bore the products of their fucking, mixed with an accumulation of sweat. She didn't mind even that. In fact, she loved it! And she didn't feel as if she were demeaning herself in any way. She was doing what she truly wanted to do at that moment.
Her stroking tongue caused his balls to bob and his pecker to flop back and forth. As it flopped, it twitched happily ... and gradually stiffened. When she finished licking up and down it several times, it stood half erect, angling up from his hairy crotch.
She seized it with her hand, lilted it higher, and fitted her loving mouth down over its already spit-slickened head. She pumped her mouth up and down on his cock, and it stiffened more, lifting and thrusting eagerly.
He groaned with wordless pleasure and caressed her tossing, silken hair. Her tits brushed his thigh. Her hand caressed his nuts, causing them to draw up tautly at the base of his vibrant prick.
"Let's finish this way," she said, gasping as she lifted her head. "You do me, too."
"Oh, baby! Yeah!"
He let her lie on her back and he mounted her head, burying his own head between her widespread thighs. She brought her legs up around him, crossing them behind his neck. He pressed his mouth against her sweet pussy and embedded his nose in the very soft flesh at the base of her buttocks. He sucked and tongued and chewed at her cunt with wild abandon, while her sucking mouth slid up and down, up and down around the shaft of his stalwart prick.
He began to move his hips, fucking downward into her mouth. The sensation was marvelous. And the better it got, the more ardently he ate her pussy. They clutched each other's ass, squeezing hard. Their mouths slopped noisily. They groaned.
Suddenly the young man erupted, his thick cream coursing into Katie's throat and sliding down to her stomach as she gulped with greedy joy. The taste and slippery warm texture of his cum set off her own response, and her cunny bobbed against his face, showering him with her juice.
They switched around and, sighing happily, embraced. He kissed her mouth. Their tongues licked from each other the remnants of their own cum, flavored by the sweetness of each's lover's saliva.
They were closer than ever, truly at one with each other and themselves.
Billy napped that afternoon, and she lay awake beside him, thinking about what had happened to her and trying to account for it in some way.
What had happened was more than just meeting somebody she liked as a person and developing with him a meaningful relationship. Her attitude toward other things had changed or was changing.
Toward Bob, for instance. She no longer cared that he'd rejected her. In fact, it had been for the best. He and Barbara were well suited to each other, and they had a good life. Sure, he'd been playing around a little on the side, but that hadn't hurt Barbara really. And as for the hypocrisy of it ... well, perhaps hypocrisy was another word for kindness in certain situations. Perhaps it wasn't always best to tell it like it was.
Katie hoped she hadn't upset things too badly for her sister and Bob. She'd jarred them out of their smug complacency, which should prove beneficial in the long run. Also, she'd led them to experience some new sensual delights together ... and the world needed all the pleasure it could get.
But they had taught her more than she'd taught them. They'd taught her what a relationship between a man and woman really means. This had made it possible for her to be receptive when Billy came along.
But did she want to be his slave, as Barbara was the slave of Bob?
She smiled to herself. The prospect didn't worry her at all. Quite to the contrary, she was looking forward to it.
She dropped off to sleep for a while. When she awoke, Billy was sitting there smiling down at her. She glanced at his middle and saw that his cock was hard.
"You horny devil," she said, and kissed him as her hand wrapped around his rod.
"I'm sorry, but I just can't get enough of you," he grinned.
She said, "I hope you never do."
They both watched her hand as it gently slid his foreskin up and down across the ridge of his penis.
"You sure know how to make my cock feel good," he said.
She murmured, "You make me feel good all over."
"I hope so." He looked warmly into her eyes. "I love you, baby. Can you dig it?"
"Yes. I love you, too."
There! She'd actually said the words she'd vowed she would never say. And what was more, she meant them. She did love Billy, and she wanted him alone-no one else-from now on.
"What are we gonna do, baby?" he asked, as they both continued to watch her pet his prick.
"What do you want to do?"
"First I want to fuck you," he said. "Look at how big and stiff my prick is."
"I can see and feel it." She kept stroking, slowly and gently. His pecker throbbed.
"But I meant later-when we leave here. Where are we going, and what're we gonna do then?"
She looked up at him. "You tell me."
"Well, gosh ... I ... what I'd like to do is marry you," he blurted, quickly adding, "if you'll have me. But I don't have much bread and no job at all. I'm afraid I don't have much of a future."
"The way I look at it, neither one of us would have much of a future separately."
He grinned. "You mean you will marry me?"
"Of course."
They embraced and kissed passionately. His stiff prick wedged itself upward, between them. The huge, hard knob pressed against her belly. He held one of her breasts, manipulating the pliant orb, as their tongues stroked liquidly. They sucked and drank the honey from each other's mouth.
When the kiss broke, Katie panted, "Fuck me right now. Give me your big prick. I need it."
The planning of their future had to wait while he swung atop her and inserted his horny rod into her hot little hole. The sensation was delightful for him as her hungry flesh enveloped his cock, surrounding it with moist, sucking warmth. And for her, the thrill of having his hard cock sunk deeply in her belly was like nothing else had ever been. Even Bob's cock, that first time, hadn't felt as good.
She had put Bob behind her now, along with all the other males she'd known.
Billy began to stroke his prick in and out of her clasping, twisting twat, and that marvelous little jigger rose and fell in counter-motion to his thrusts. He seemed to sink deeper and deeper within her on every plunge. It was delightful!
He groaned, "Ooh, baby, what a neat little cunt you've got!"
"And you have the best old pecker in the whole wide world. Keep driving it into me. That's it! Ooh, man ... ooh, darling ... I love it ... I love YOU!"
"And you will ... marry me?" he panted, fucking hard. "I told you ... I would. Ooh, baby ... I can hardly wait to ... be your wife ... and have your ... children."
He dug his hands underneath her and grasped the plump, pliant cheeks of her ass. He stroked his hard cock down and up ... in and out ... again and again, in steady tempo. He seemed to have the energy and control to last all day.
Katie hoped he could do exactly that. She loved to feel his thick, pulsating hardness inside her ... stroking, thrusting, probing her pussy to its very depths.
They rose and fell and writhed. The mattress sighed rhythmically beneath them. The sounds of their wet organs sliding together-his cock sinking repeatedly in her hole-mingled with their sighs and moans and murmurs. "Ooh, you fuck so good!" Katie said passionately.
"So do you, baby. I've never been ... with a girl who ... could do it so well."
"It's because I ... really want to," she panted. "Your cock ... just belongs ... inside me."
"And that's where I want it to stay ... always."
Though Billy had felt very strong and well-controlled at the beginning, the fucking had naturally worn down his resistance and built the tension in his nerves and balls to the point where he finally couldn't resist the urge to screw Katie fast and very hard. He went into the final phase, driving the piston of his prick at breakneck speed in and out of her soft, twisty well.
She pressed upward and came, gasping and crying, her cunt pulling his rod even deeper inside her and caressing it with luscious pulsations as the waves of orgasm passed through her. His pecker twitched and jetted a hot spurt into her, then another and another. They rolled and rocked together, clutching and moaning.
When the tempest finally had eased off, they lay blissfully exhausted, in each other's arms. They rested in silence for a while, occasionally kissing or caressing tenderly. But the exigencies of life pressed in upon them, and pretty soon they had to give some thought to those, the most urgent one being where they would go the next day and what they would do.
"I'm supposed to be back at the university on Monday," Katie said, "but I'm not sure I want to go. I mean, does a housewife need a diploma?"
He grinned at her. "It might be a good idea to get it. Then when I'm old and worn out from too much fucking, you'll be able to support us."
"Listen, mister, if fucking is going to wear you out, the marriage is off." She lowered her voice and caressed him as she added, "I expect to be fucked well and often-do you hear?" She gave his limp pecker a flip.
"Try to keep me from doing it," he challenged.
She turned more serious and said, "I really will have to go back to school; if I dropped out, my parents would cut off my allowance as soon as they found out. And we'll need that bread for a few months, at least, until you line up something to do."
"It won't take months," he said. "I'll start looking for a job right away. Hell, anything would be all right for a start. Then I'll go back to school at night and get my degree in electronics. I was only six months away from it when I dropped out."
"Why did you do that?" she asked.
He became pensive. "Oh ... I didn't see what I was working for. There seemed no point to it all." He smiled down at her and added, "But now there is."
"I feel the same way. Say, tell me-how did you and that bastard Jeff happen to team up?"
"We met on the road. We were both headed the same way, and there was no reason why we shouldn't travel together. Loneliness can be a drag."
"I guess so.
"But I was about to split," Billy confessed. "I would have made the break right after you picked us up, when Jeff was giving you a bad time there by the creek, except that I wasn't sure what you really wanted. You know, some girls just dig a fast fuck."
"I was that way," she said. "I used to dig it fast or slow-any way I could get it-with anybody. But now I know better."
Again they kissed.
"You know, it really got to me when Jeff started to fuck you," Billy said. "I nearly freaked out. I couldn't watch it."
"It didn't get to me very well at all," she replied. "I mean, it hardly satisfied me." She giggled. "Jeff didn't have much cock, and he was awfully fast."
"Yeah. And the way he used to brag, you'd think he was the greatest lover of all time. I mean, he used to sound off about how the chicks dug him."
"Big talkers usually aren't the best lovers," she said. "Now, take you-you were kind of shy at first. " She lifted his prick and stroked it gently. "But you're really well-hung. You've got a beautiful cock, and you know how to use it."
"Keep that up," he said, watching her fondle him, "and I'll be wanting to use it again."
"Any time, man. Any time at all."
They both felt secure and loved, and the future seemed bright. Regardless of the obstacles, they knew they would be able to overcome them together.
It was a whole new feeling for Katie, and she still marveled at it. In fact, she would continue to marvel about it for a long time to come.
CHAPTER TWELVE
That night, Bob and Barbara fucked. It was one of their best fucks ever.
Afterward, as they lay in the cozy warmth of gratification, she said, "You know, I would never have believed I could do the things I've done the last few days. But what's most surprising of all is that I enjoyed them."
"So did I," Bob admitted. "Especially that session with Katie's hippie friends. When you come to think about it, there really isn't anything wrong with having physical sex with different people, even when you're married-so long as it doesn't affect your love for the person you're married to."
"It didn't affect my love for you," Barbara said.
"Or mine for you, either. When I had my choice between Katie and you this morning, you were the one I really wanted ... just as I wanted you a little while ago, and as I'll want you always."
"Darling," she said.
They kissed.
"Speaking of having sex with different people," she remarked, after they'd settled back again, "Katie mentioned something that's kind of stuck in my brain."
"What's that?" Bob was interested.
"Married couples swapping mates with each other."
"There's a lot of that going around these days, they say.
"Would you want to try it, Bob?"
He glanced at her and saw that she was looking at him earnestly. Her question obviously had been prompted by an active interest on her part, not merely a desire to test him out.
"It sounds like it might be fun," he said casually. But the idea appealed to him more strongly than his answer suggested.
"Maybe we should try it."
He grinned. "Do you know of a couple around here who might want to try it with us? Some girl friend of yours and her husband?"
"Well, there's Thelma and Paul...."
Thelma! His cock nearly stuck bolt upright when he thought of the luscious blonde who lived down the street. She had tits like cantaloupes, and an ass that had started a fire in his loins when he'd seen it wiggling around the neighborhood in a pair of tight shorts.
"What makes you think Thelma would be interested?" Bob asked.
"She confided to me not long ago that her husband was tom-catting around. He'd even admitted it to her and told her she could find a boy friend if she wanted to. But she was afraid of ruining her reputation. You know, she shows off a lot, but really she's not the wild type. However, if it were a case of a nice quiet swap with another couple she and Paul knew well ... she might go for it. And I presume he would. What do you think about them?"
"Thelma's built like a brick you-know-what."
Barbara laughed. "You can say shithouse, darling. We're not such prudes any more."
"How do you feel about going to bed with Paul?" he asked.
She thought it over, then said, "I imagine he could throw a pretty mean fuck."
"Wow! Did that come out of you?"
"Of course." She smiled. "Don't tell me I shocked you? Men are supposed to be used to four-letter words. You certainly heard enough of them from Katie and her friends-and you were tossing them back, as I recall."
"I suppose I was."
"You don't really object to my saying fuck, do you?" she asked sweetly.
"No," he said. "I believe I told you once before that I like it. But it kind've shocked me when you applied it to somebody else."
"Well, if you'd rather not go through with the swap, I'll understand."
He glanced quickly at her. Was she testing him? No, he didn't believe it. She wanted to swap as much as he did. Christ, he would give his left nut to get into Thelma!
"I don't think swapping will hurt us," he said. "I honestly don't believe it will."
"Neither do I," Barbara said. "So I'll have a talk with Thelma."
"Do that."
They both smiled to themselves. Katie had brought them a taste of honey, and now they wanted to glut themselves on the jar. It was ironic, since Katie had just decided that she'd had her fill.
"I'm so nervous," Thelma said as she eyed Bob.
"Don't be," he said with a confident smile. "I'll help you over the rough spots, just as I'm sure Barbara will help Paul."
"You don't mind if I help myself, do you?" the tall man said as he approached Barbara, a wolfish twinkle in his blue eyes.
"Enjoy, enjoy," said Bob, gazing hungrily at Thelma.
Barbara felt a touch of hunger herself. Paul was an attractive male, a little older and more distinguished-looking than Bob, with graying hair at his temples. He'd been quite the ladies' man all his life, according to Thelma. That should speak well for his abilities in bed.
"Well, how do we do it?" Thelma asked as she smiled up at Bob.
"First we find a bedroom. Are you ready to go searching right now?"
She cast a quick glance at her husband and noted how eagerly he was closing in on Barbara. "Lead on, guide," she said to Bob.
He took her arm and said to the others, "See you later, kids."
"Don't hurry back," said Paul.
Bob ushered Thelma into the guest bedroom and closed the door. She turned to face him, a little flush on her face.
"God, this is wild!" she said. "I still can't believe it's happening."
"It's not happening yet," Bob said with a grin, and drew her close to him.
Her round, surging tits touched his chest and seemed to start fires there. He slid a hand along her side, over her ample hip, and discovered that she wasn't wearing a girdle. In fact, if she had anything at all underneath her slinky skirt, it couldn't amount to much.
Slowly he slid his hand around to her ass.
"Maybe nothing's happening to you, but it certainly is to me," she said frankly.
He caressed the pliant globes of her bottom, and a surge of new blood flowed into his prick. He drew her more firmly against him so she could feel the reaction.
"Ooh, yesss." She laughed gently. "It's happening, all right." She ground her belly teasingly against his cock.
"Shall we get undressed?" he asked in a slightly husky tone.
"I'm in your hands," she said.
Her writhing ass certainly was! He had both hands on it now-a full, springy globe in each. He rolled those halls of delight. Her titties rubbed against his chest. His cock strengthened against her.
He bent forward, tilting his head to the side, and their mouths merged in a kiss that was at first hesitant, then suddenly passionate. Their mouths opened, and their tongues met to play.
She kissed him with all of her body at the same time-tongue, tits, pussy and thighs. His prick pushed against the constriction of his clothes.
The necessity to make both of them naked assumed urgency, and he found the zipper tab at the back of her neck. He drew it down. He slid the dress off her shoulders, down her arms, and it fell away from the gorgeous twin peaks of pleasure that adorned her chest.
Her tits were covered by the flimsiest black lace bra he'd ever seen. Her ruby-colored nipples showed through. The erect tips made dents in the dusky transparent nylon.
She stood compliantly, enjoying the opportunity to exhibit her charms and the obvious appreciation with which Bob viewed them.
He worked her dress over her rounded hips and down her full thighs. Her half-slip was hardly more than hanky size, black, and light as a wisp. It slid askew as her skirt passed over it, and her cute belly button was exposed.
She flexed her lovely legs and stepped out of the skirt as Bob squatted in front of her. He reached and plucked her slip down. Under it she wore bikini pants of transparent black nylon that clung to the lower portion of her belly and were plastered against her mound. Her cute tuft of dark hairs showed through. He hadn't expected her to be a real blonde.
Her long, sheer stockings were self-holding. They extended almost to the very tops of her thighs.
Bob's pecker throbbed in appreciation of the sight of her in those sexy underthings. Still, he could hardly wait to get her out of them.
Thelma noticed the hump at the front of his trousers when he stood. She elevated her arms and arched herself, causing her tits to swell breathtakingly, and he reached behind her to release the fasteners on her bra. The bra came apart, and he took it away.
Her knockers stood proudly of their own accord-round and thrusting, with full-formed, rosy nipples that stuck out nearly an inch from the pebbly pink disks that surrounded them. Bob gave out a little groan as he gathered the plump, firm beauties in his hands. He wiggled and squeezed them, rubbing his thumbs back and forth across the nipples, snapping those rubbery tips to and fro.
She enjoyed being treated this way by a new man, after years of indifferent treatment from Paul. Bob pulsated with pleasure from head to toe. Swapping was the greatest as far as he was concerned.
He let her titties go and dropped to one knee in front of her. She laughed gently as he leaned to kiss her navel. His hands crawled around the cheeks of her fanny, squeezing those luscious globes through the clinging gossamer fabric of her panties.
There was no laughing when he drew her panties down. She was uptight with desire. She watched him from beneath sensually lowered lids as he gazed at the beauty of her exposed pubic bush ... at the full, plushy lips which curved back to disappear between her thighs.
He tugged her pants all the way down her legs, and she stepped from them. This left her in only the long, dark hose. He had a sudden desire to admire her rear anatomy, as well as her front, and he turned her to face away from him.
He gazed with delight at the round, perfectly matched cheeks of her ass-so plump and creamy-smooth. He trailed his fingertips across them.
"Ooh, that tickles...." she said, but she didn't laugh.
"You don't like it?" he asked, hesitating.
"It's nice...."
"Then I'll do it some more." He resumed caressing her buttocks with a feathery touch.
She writhed ever so gently, causing her satiny buns to change shape as they twisted. They quivered delightfully against his touch.
He became overcome by the beauty of her bottom, and he pressed his face against one of the smooth, resilient cheeks. He kissed it moistly. He licked it. He scraped her skin with his teeth.
She moaned and wiggled her ass a little so that his open mouth skidded to the groove between the mounds. He kissed her crack.
His pecker throbbed harder than ever, really raging against the cage of his clothes. His head grew light with abandoned desire, and he slid his tongue deep between the warm, soft billows of her ass.
"Ooooh...!" she whined, as he licked her asshole. Its tight little muscles spasmed.
He let her go and stood up on shaky legs. His prick seemed to embody all his strength. It ached in the confinement of his briefs.
Thelma lay down on the bed and opened her legs, drawing her knees up. She watched him as he quickly disrobed, throwing his garments helter-skelter. When he removed the final one and his magnificent pecker reared up to stand quivering before her, she narrowed her eyes. Her lips parted moistly.
He moved quickly to the bed, and they embraced, moaning excitedly and rolling to and fro as they lavished kisses and caresses on each other. His fingers slid over her velvety cunt, stroking its delectable dewy lips as he sucked one of her full, quivering titties.
Then, suddenly, he had to suck her where she really lived, and he flopped between her thighs. Her stockinged legs reached into the air, wide apart, and she moaned with a passion that transcended words as his eager tongue plowed into the wet, fat folds of her pussy. His lips pressed suckingly against its soft, hairy rim as he lapped up the rich nectar of her desire.
"Ooh ... ooh ... ooh...." she panted, bobbing her hot cunt against his kiss. His hands reached forward to squeeze and shake her tits. He pulled at her long, firm nipples, pinched and twisted them.
"Take me now," she begged. "Get into me. Fuck me. Fuck meeee!"
He charted forward atop her, and his trusty tool found its way into her palpitating little cavern.
"Ooooh, good!" she cried, as she received all seven-plus inches of his hard, throbbing meat. "Screw me hard! God, how I need it!"
He pushed himself up on his arms and stroked his cock down and up, in and out of her pussy, moving steadily and powerfully, rubbing the hot tip of her clitty with every gliding thrust. She closed her eyes and tossed her head from side to side. Her lush body undulated against him, her ravenous cunt reaching for his every meaty plunge. Her rich tits quivered, the nipples so full and rosy that they looked as if they were about to burst.
He mashed his mouth onto first one boob, then the other, tonguing and sucking her delightful titty-tips. He fucked her with intense passion. Her legs clamped around his back, and he lowered his body fully against her so that he could really drive. His cock plunged and plunged in her wonderful wet, warm hole.
She gasped and cried. Her fingernails dug into him. Their churning bodies heaved together. He grunted with exultation, and then he came, spurting his hot semen into her as her cunt clasped convulsively around his twitching rod, sucking up from his balls the very essence of his manhood....
Paul and Barbara had remained in the living room, though she'd invited him to take her to bed. He wanted to fuck her on the rug.
But, before he fucked her, he had to know her lovely body in its every intimate detail. She didn't mind. Like all women, Barbara adored being caressed and kissed all over.
Paul didn't miss a single inch of her smooth, tasty skin. He had stripped her completely, then taken off his own clothes down to his blue nylon shorts. He had kissed her face and tits and belly. Now, as she lay on her back on the carpet, he held one of her legs in the air and licked along its inner side, sending the most delightful sensations to her impassioned brain.
"Ooh, Paul! your tongue's so groovy," she said. She'd even acquired some of Katie's language, as well as her swapping ways. fie chuckled and looked at her cunt. "You're the groovy one," he said. "And it's your little groove that I'm going to enjoy right now. How'd you like my tongue in it?"
"Yes! Yesss!"
He petted one of the hairy, larger lips of her vulva and chuckled again. "I believe the lady is ready."
"This lady's as ready as she's ever going to get," Barbara affirmed, watching him with keen anticipation as he gazed at her twat while wiggling it with his caresses. She decided to go all the way in emulating her younger sister's language. She said, "Lick my pussy, Paul. Lick it good. Run your tongue all over it and inside and out."
"It looks like a delicious cunt," he said. He slid his thumbs down onto her soft buttocks and pulled them apart. "Your asshole looks tasty, too," he added.
"Oooh, Paul!"
"I'll tell you what, Barbara ... if I eat you all over, will you suck my prick?"
She writhed with anxious anticipation. "Yes! Yes! Just doooo it!"
"Mmmmmmmm," he groaned pleasurably, and settled into a comfortable position between her thighs.
He leaned close to her pussy and sniffed. Not bad. She was clean but passionately excited. Though he hadn't yet opened her cunt and gone to work on it, the fragrance of female arousal drifted subtly to his nostrils. He expected to smell it a lot stronger before he was through.
He blew at her pussy fur and watched the little tendrils dance.
"Paul, you're driving me out of my mind!"
He chuckled. She was a pretty hot broad. It was a shame to keep her dangling this way.
His thumbs caught the velvety outer lips of her twat and eased them apart, exposing her rosy vestibule, which ran with thick juice. Its musky aroma struck him more strongly. Her little lips flared. He gazed at her moist, red vaginal orifice, and it seemed to throb in passionate invitation.
He stuck out his tongue and bent closer.
"Eeeeee ... OOH!" she said, as his tongue sank into her cunt.
He licked up and down her fleshy little trough, wiggling the elastic flesh, searching in and out among its folds, swabbing the hard tip of her clitty, sinking deeply into her vagina, then withdrawing. She panted and moaned. Her fingers dug at his scalp.
He nibbled along her cunt lips. He tongued them inside and out, plastering her little curls against the plushy flesh. Finally he centered on her clitoris and licked it quite thoroughly.
"Aaah ... eeeee ... ooooh...." die said, writhing and bumping. Several times his tongue skidded off target, but it returned to the hot spot to lick some more. Then he caught the nubbin between his lips and sucked on it.
Just when he felt she was about to come, he stopped loving her clit and plowed down her meaty split again. He fucked his tongue in and out of her vagina several times.
She sobbed and wailed. "Ooh, Paul...." she said. "Damn you ... ooh, you sweet bastard, you're killing meeee!"
He smiled to himself. She was having the time of her life.
He delved deeper, plowing his tongue between the rubbery, satin-skinned mounds of her buttocks. He licked her spasming little asshole with care.
"Aaah! Aaah! Ooooooh!" she panted.
Suddenly she let go with a fart, which struck him right in the face. As her anus blossomed to let out the fragrant wind, he rammed his tongue into the open ring.
"Eeeeeee!" she squealed.
He snapped his tongue out and sat up. He quickly reached into his boxer shorts and brought his stiff prick. He skinned its pink, moist head.
"Now do your thing, baby," he told her, and moved up next to her head.
One of her hands eagerly grasped his cock around its base while the other clutched his palpitating balls. "Uuuuuuuh!" she said, as she fitted her mouth down over his knob.
She sucked and licked that big fat chunk of slippery meat. He-watched her lips moving around his shaft. He watched the muscles in her cheeks and throat work convulsively. He listened to her mouth sounds. And thrill after thrill rose from his pulsating pecker as he fucked it gently in and out of her mouth.
He took as much of it as he could stand, then wrenched her head away from him and ordered, "Get onto your hands and knees."
"No, Paul. Fuck me the right way. Please!"
"I want to fuck you dog-style," he said. "That's how I like it best."
She couldn't very well argue with him. She needed his prick any old way she could get it now, and he had been very good to her.
She flopped over and stuck her ass into the air. He moved up behind her, swabbed his wet dick up and down her dripping meat, then plunged its head into the mouth of her pussy and sank his pecker to the balls.
"Oooh, wow!" she cried.
She rotated her lush ass and pushed it backward against him as he fucked her like a beast of the fields. He enjoyed feeling her buttocks slap and quiver against his lower belly. He enjoyed reaching underneath to play with her dangling tits. Finally he used one hand on her twat and the other at her suspended boobs.
His fingers toyed with the slippery lips of her vulva as his hard cock stroked in and out between them. Then he concentrated on her clit, rubbing and pinching it as he fucked her to a tempestuous mutual climax.
"Let's go into the other room and see how your husband and my wife are making out," he suggested, after they had unlinked and caught their breath.
"Yes, let's!" Barbara agreed.
They got up and frolicked down the hall, her titties jiggling and his cock flopping back and forth. He opened the bedroom door.
Bob lay on his back in the center of the bed. Thelma, still wearing her black stockings, knelt next to his legs with her ass in the air, pointed directly at the door. She was vigorously sucking his cock, inducing it back to rigid erection.
Bob grinned when he saw the new arrivals. "Come in, kiddies," he said. "Care to join us?"
"You know it, man," said Paul.
Barbara gave out a happy cry and ran to the bed. She tossed a leg across her husband's chest and brought her flooded cunt forward to his greedy lips. Paul climbed onto the bed behind his wife. Her ass was wide open, the plump buttocks stretched apart by her pose. The pink puckered slit of her asshole winked at him between its brown slopes which were scattered with fine little hairs.
She didn't pause in her fellating of Bob long enough to acknowledge her husband's presence, but she must have known he was there. If she didn't, she found it out quickly enough, for he bent and began to tongue her hot little shit-slit. Her large, soft buttocks vibrated against his cheeks.
He licked her anus down into her wet, wiggling sex-meat, and it wasn't long before his prick was horny again. In fact, it stiffened up nearly as quickly as Bob's did.
When Thelma mounted Bob, her husband snuggled up behind her. As she fed Bob's pecker into her cunt, Paul pressed his prick against Bob's, and both cocks went up her pussy at the same time.
"Ooooooh!" Thelma howled, for the fullness was tremendous. Her elastic little cunt was stretched to the ultimate.
"Man, that's wild!" said Bob, panting.
"Yeah," grated Paul. "Now let's stay together and give her a fucking she won't forget."
"Oooh ... Christ ... wow!" she exclaimed, as the two cocks pumped in and out of her together. She'd never known such a mad sensation. This was even wilder than taking a prick up her ass!
Gradually her cunt accommodated itself to the combined thickness of the two rods, and she was able to pump and wiggle around them. This heightened her pleasure even more.
The men grunted as they drove their cocks in and out of her at the same time. She squealed, panted and moaned with intense delight.
Barbara socked her wet cunt against Bob's face and wiggled it as his fucking tongue slid in and out, up and down. The four lovers churned, humped and pumped to the wildest climax they had ever known.
No sooner had the two couples been introduced to the joys of mate-swapping and pluralistic sex than they became addicts. They knew they would have to go on and on from there.
And while this happened, the girl who was responsible for it all was settling down to a life of married bliss, determined to give all her fucking to just one man. But some day she and Billy would visit her older sister and Bob. What would happen then? Perhaps Bob and Barbara would return the favor Katie had done them and introduce her young husband to the pleasures of mate-swapping, whether Katie liked it or not.
She would have no right to complain. What could be fairer ... or more fun?
