Dan watched the new neighbors with disgust. They're black, he sputtered under his breath. "They are going to ruin our neighborhood." As the anger ebbed he looked again. His eyes focused on the curvaceous black woman's body. Starting at her neck, he outlined her figure.
There were the jutting black breasts shoving against her tight bikini. The nipples were just hidden under the skimpy cloth but he could imagine them, long, pointed, hard. As the bulge in his trousers grew his eyes flowed down the rest of her. She had a slim waist which began to billow out at her ass. "Her ass," he thought.
It was like a slide, dipping down and then up, forming two firm mounds that looked like bowling balls. "A high-assed nigger," he muttered. "God, I'd like to see how hot she really is." The bulge grew larger in his trousers as she turned and smiled at him....
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh Lord, I forgot to chill the glasses," Beverly moaned. The chic young woman sprang from the divan. Her shiny black hair swished violently as she hurried into the kitchen.
"Calm down, lover duck," Dan laughed, "we're supposed to be the cool, experienced ones. You get all shook up every time we have a new couple in."
Beverly stuck her head out of the kitchen long enough to get in the last word. "No, lover," she corrected, "Only when they've never swapped before. It's important to make a good impression. Remember how beautiful everything was at Paul and Tilly's the first time we tried it?"
Dan smiled at his chameleon wife. She changed personalities with every mood, shedding the girl to don the sophisticate, turning from sophisticate to a lewd seductress. What a bundle of woman, he thought. She had looked so seductive sitting there on the couch, then she jumped up an excited little girl and now she was playing the part of the veteran swap hostess.
"You'll do fine, as you always do," he said admiringly, "Don't forget that Bill and Marleen are a hell of a lot more nervous than we. They need a nervous hostess like they need a hole in the head."
Beverly returned and melted back into the couch next to her husband. How she envied his smooth, relaxed manner. He was tall and he had a cool, masculine face that women gravitated to. He was tanned and athletic looking without being crassly so, yet it was his relaxed self-assurance that had attracted her to him from the beginning.
"How I love showing you off," she said, leaning forward to kiss him. I'll bet that little blonde really goes ape over you, lover. Her pictures already have me jealous."
Dan tweaked her nose. "Of course you really can't stand that virile young Aryan type, can you?" he teased, "Let's face it, lover butt, we both should have a damn good tumble. Just keep your cools a bit longer and...."
"You know I'm never on edge after they...."
She paused as the chimes in the alcove announced their visitors. "Hey, lover, our new sex-mates have arrived."
With a nervous giggle, she bounced to her feet and headed toward the door. Dan followed. Less than a second later she was the cool, delightful hostess graciously opening the door and beckoning her visitors to enter.
"Bill and Marleen," she said with warmth, "Why, you're both far handsomer than your pictures. Do come in."
The couple behaved exactly as Dan had predicted. They were nervous, their voices shook as they spoke and their eyes jumped around the room from one object to another.
"You have such a lovely home," Marleen stuttered.
"Here," Dan grinned at Bill, "Let me take your suitcases. You two have had a long trip. Would you like to come on up to your room and freshen up?"
"Maybe Marleen would," Bill answered, "But quite frankly, I need a drink."
"Me too," Marleen added quickly, her hands nervously rubbing her hips.
Dan and Beverly looked at each other in surprise. Then they began to laugh.
"Why didn't we think of that?" Beverly asked and this brought a peal of laughter from her, until Dan noticed the question in the young couple's faces.
"Excuse us," he laughed and laid an arm across Bill's shoulder as he guided him toward the bar. "We were just talking about how embarrassed we both were the first time out. I was teasing my little love-mate because she still gets the jitters just before someone new arrives."
"Being frank and coming right out with it was just delightful! Frankly, I need a drink," Beverly said. All four chuckled together.
"From now on," Dan said, "I'm going to use your very words whenever we go a-visiting! Now, drink up." He handed Bill a straight shot. The guest gratefully belted it down. "I'll mix them to your taste later," he told Marleen. "For now, have a little medicine."
Marleen made a face like a little girl about to swallow a tablespoon of castor oil. She put the whisky jigger to her full lips, screwed up her face and tossed it down.
"Whew!" she gasped, "That's strong stuff!"
"But just what the doctor ordered," her husband assured. "We just about turned around a dozen times before we got here."
Dan twirled an imaginary handlebar mustache as his arm gathered Marleen in and squeezed her playfully. "Worry not, my proud beauty. There'll be no rape in the mansion tonight!" Beverly giggled. "Tomorrow, maybe, but tonight it's guests' choice."
Marleen smiled with relief. Her body was petite and her face young and smooth. Her firm breasts jiggled under her silk blouse as she laughed.
"Thank you," she said in a small voice, "I want the experience. Really I do, but I was so afraid you might ... well, I was ..
Dan laughed. "You were afraid we'd come to the door naked and jerk you inside and throw you instantly to the floor where we'd ravage and debase you. Right?"
"Something like that," she said.
While the young couple freshened up, Beverly busied herself in the kitchen. Maria the housekeeper, had baked a large roast and pies and an array of snacks before she left for the weekend. All Beverly had to do was lift the meal. Even the table had been set. When Bill and Marleen presented themselves again in the living room, dinner was ready.
They were delighted. The food was superb, the wine warm and friendly, the conversation sexy and scintillating. Soft music surrounded them. It was low enough to permit conversation, but seductive enough to make Marleen's breasts bum in her tight bra.
"This is just wonderful," Marleen said, "I certainly didn't expect all this!"
"What did you expect?" Bill teased, cocking an eyebrow.
"Well," she giggled, "Not an orgy of eating, for sure."
"Subtle little wench, isn't she?" her husband said.
"I'm ready any time you are, little girl," Bill answered. "Come on. Let's dance."
Quickly, she rose and moved into his arms. Beverly and Bill followed. As the record ended, Dan pulled Marleen close.
"I've been burning for a week, waiting," Dan said as he pulled the trembling woman tightly against him.
"Mmmmmmmm," was her only reply as their lips met. Her chest heaved as his tongue licked over her lips.
"Come on, lover," he whispered and then he guided her to the master bedroom.
"Where do we go?" Bill asked.
Beverly grinned and, without a word, slowly unzipped her hostess gown and let it drop to the floor.
"Why go anywhere, lover? The rug is thick and warm and comfy right here by the fireplace." She leaned over the couch and grabbed a handful of pillows, then sank to the floor.
Bill clawed to get his clothes off, never taking his eyes off the exotic brunette who lay before him. Her firm, full breasts lay cuddled into a thin, black half-bra that barely covered the aureoles around her nipples. Even then, the sheerness of the gauze covering hid nothing. He wanted to suck on the pink nipples. Her black bikini panties were of the same excitingly sheer material-and he could see she was clean shaven. As she writhed sensually on the floor, arching her groin up invitingly, he could see the line of her slit below her jutting pubic bone. She licked her tongue across her lips and cupped her breasts in her hands to him.
"God, you're built for it," he groaned as he sank to the carpet beside her.
She traced her long, tapered fingers across his chest and slid them slowly up and around his shoulders. "I knew you were going to be wonderful," she whispered rubbing a breast against his neck.
He pulled her to him for a long, sipping, tasting kiss as his hands explored her soft, fine-grained skin. He slipped them beneath her panties to cup her cheeks and pull her close. After a few moments, he drew away and looked into her eyes which were glassy and dancing with anticipation.
"I've needed this excitement, this newness for so long," he said. "God, but you're beautiful."
"I'm glad you like me," she said softly." Swinging makes life and love so ... so much more vibrant. It's like suddenly discovering color when you always thought the world was black, and white." Her fingers outlined the cleft in his chin, then traced up his jaw and across his cheek bones. "You are a beautiful man," she whispered grinding her pelvis into him as she spoke.
He laughed. "Men aren't beautiful," he said.
"You are," she insisted grinding harder.
Again they kissed. Then he unhooked her bra and slowly lowered the cups to reveal her lovely, full breasts.
"Ohhhh," he moaned, trailing his fingers across her spongy globes. She sighed and closed her eyes, savoring the delightful sensations that engulfed her. She felt his lips brush across her warm skin and then his tongue lapped up the slope around her nipple. Finally, he sucked her in.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she hummed deliciously shoving the breast deeper into his wet mouth.
His hands raised paths of gooseflesh as they moved down her body to her thigh, then around her thigh to her groin. Tenderly, they traced the outline of her slit through the thin gauze of her panties. She spread her legs and arched her groin to meet the caress.
Back and forth, back and forth, he slowly massaged her natal lips through the crotch of her panties. He made no move to remove them. Beverly was nearly insane waiting for his fingers to dip beneath. She reached down and grazed her hand up the length of his cock but the head jerked wildly as she teased it. He pulled her hand gently away.
Now his fingers traced her slit deeper and it was all she could do to keep from ripping away the cloth that separated them. It felt so good, so hot!
His hand left her and she almost whimpered. In a second it was replaced by the burning hot head of his prick and now the material between them was intolerable. Slowly, he stroked her slit, rubbing her material into her, pressing at her cunt until she could bear it no longer.
"Take it off," she pleaded. "Please, get it into me!"
He smiled to himself and pulled away. Then he got to his knees and slowly edged her panties down over her thighs. He hurried the panties down her legs and threw them aside. Then he leaned over to inspect her naked, hairless cunt. He spread her bps and looked at her closely. He blew gently on her opening as he inspected it.
"Poor little bud," he said, "It's all swollen and throbbing. It needs to be tongue-fucked."
"Oh God, yes," she moaned, "Do it! Screw me, lover."
She heard his teasing laughter and then the hot, slithering tongue lapped up the length of her slit. He grazed it back and forth across her throbbing bud, sucking on it every third pass.
She bucked, her legs trembled and then she pulled back her feet and raised herself off the carpet.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned and the urge was so intense that her head rotated from side to side. She gripped his head, pulling him deeper into her inflamed cunt.
"Eat it, baby," she pleaded. "Oh shit! You're too much!"
The words excited him. He reached up and pulled her hands away. Then he straightened and grinned down at her.
"You ready for the main course?" he asked.
"Yes, yes! Ohhhhhhh! Hurry up!" she begged and he lowered himself onto her. She grabbed for his cock, guiding it home. As he slipped between her quivering thighs Bill moaned with the hot, liquid feel of her meat closing around his feverish prick. Her muscles rippled, kneading and milking him as he slowly sank into her depths. Never had he met such a working, spasming pussy. He lay motionless against her for a moment, trying to regain his control. He couldn't last long with all that action!
She pressed harder and harder against him, hungry for all he had to give. Finally, he could bear it no longer and he pulled slowly out, paused, and then drove deep into her again.
"Mmmmmmmm! " she moaned.
He sucked away from her-then plunged, again and again, slowly, slowly.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she moaned, "Faster, faster!"
His hot mouth descended upon hers, hungrily, openly. His tongue stabbed with the same rhythm as his cock and she sucked his rigid tongue working him while her loins beat wildly around his burning organ.
He pumped and rammed faster, faster, and she met his every thrust, pushing hard and wild against him. She felt his prick swell and then jerk inside her and she squeezed her legs tight around his waist and braced herself to receive his spurting cum.
"Go, baby. Fuck me, bitch. Fuck! Fuck!" He cried into her ear and then he rammed hard against her. He spurted once, twice, and then over and over as his cock jerked out its sex fluids. Her arms and legs went into spasms, each operating separately. Then she froze. They were suspended for several moments before the slow, tantalizing warmth spread over them, relaxing them first and then leaving them weak.
Neither spoke. Their peak had been exhaustingly high. Bill rolled off of her onto his back and they lay spread-eagled, eyes closed, juices dripping from their groins.
Finally, Beverly raised up on one elbow and giggled.
"I don't believe I introduced myself," she said. "My name is Beverly Evans."
"Glad to know you," he grunted lazily, "Isn't this the greatest way to get acquainted? My old pappy used to say, You never know a woman until you've climbed into her saddle'."
"Welcome to the world of the swinging swappers, baby!" she replied weakly.
CHAPTER TWO
Introductions were coming along nicely in the bedroom, too.
"Ohhhhhh!" Marleen whimpered as Dan's tongue pressed lazily down across her belly. It paused at the hairline of her pubic mound and then he began nibbling, pulling the hairs with his tongue slid down one lip of her slit, then lips and lathering the brush until it glistened, slowly up the other side.
"Ohh!" she cried sharply, arching her loins up. Then his tongue snaked into her slit and beat against her tiny, throbbing organ.
This was the fourth time he had descended her body to tease her quivering pussy and this time he went too far!
"Ohhhhh, Oh!" she cried and then she grabbed his head and buried it in her forest as she arched. Her body jerked uncontrollably as shower after shower of passion flooded over her, and then she melted back down into the bed.
"I'm sorry," she moaned. "I just couldn't help it. Give me just a minute to catch my breath and I'll make love to you."
Dan smiled. He had no intention of shooting off in the first round.
"No, little one," he whispered. "Don't be sorry. I did it intentionally. I expect to make this a very long night of sex and that takes a certain amount of pacing. Hop up now, and let's go get a drink."
"Mmmmmmmm!" she stretched deliciously, "I feel sooooo good. Can't we just stay right here all weekend?"
She was such a petite little thing, he lifted her legs easily and swatted her playfully. "Nope, gotta spread the sex around to the other rooms, baby."
He pulled her from the bed and started her for the door.
"Hey," she cried. "I haven't dressed, yet."
Dan stopped and stared at her. "What the hell you want to dress for? You can't get acquainted that way!"
She hesitated a moment and then laughed and slipped her arm through his. "Lead on, McDuff," she said bravely, "Will my husband be wearing his birthday suit, too?"
"Unless he does his screwing with his pants on, yes!" he answered.
With a flourish they swept on into the living room. Beverly and Bill made a feeble effort to get off the floor.
"Greetings and salutations," Dan said grandly "Felicitations to you, too," Beverly answered caustically. "Ah ha!" She pointed to Dan's hard penis. "Saving it again, are you?"
"God!" Bill breathed admiringly. "How do you do it?"
"Well, son," Dan began, but Beverly interrupted him.
"Let me introduce you to old Dan 'Control' Evans," she said. "Control is his middle name."
"That's something Bill sure doesn't have," his wife giggled.
"At twenty-five, he doesn't need it," Dan countered. "Remember that I have ten years on him and at my age I need all the control I can get if I'm to last a whole weekend. Now, let's all have a long cool one while we think up another game."
"I liked the one we just finished," Marleen said defensively. "Why change?"
Beverly wrapped her arm around the tiny, younger woman and squeezed her affectionately.
"It'll be the same game, sweets. Just a variation here and there to make it more exciting."
* * *
Marleen shivered. Was it anticipation or the feel of a woman's naked body so intimately close? She wondered. Beverly hadn't shown anything but sisterly affection. Marleen had never touched or been touched by a woman. She'd never even thought much about it-but these last few months....
Yes, the last few months had really changed things for Marleen-and for Bill, too. Was it just four months ago? It seemed more like a hundred years. Bill had come home very late, very drunk, and ready for a fight. It had been happening more and more but on this particular night, his face was covered with lipstick and when he started to undress, Marleen was shocked to discover he wore no shorts. He'd had them on when he shaved that morning.
No longer could he claim that he'd just been petting a bit in the bar. Being drunk was not even a good excuse. He wasn't that drunk! Marleen thought for sure that their marriage was over then and there. They argued all the next day and Sunday they didn't even speak. Bill accused her of being too inhibited and she argued that he was so unfeeling and self-centered that he'd never even tried to satisfy her. In a fit of self-pity she told him that she'd had to satisfy herself half the time when he'd popped off too quick.
Now it was Bill's turn to be shocked. He'd thought his wife sweet, and dear, almost anything but sexy. The thought of her masturbating absolutely revolted him ... and her insinuation that he didn't know how to make a woman happy was completely ridiculous. He'd certainly never had any complaints before. The fact that she'd been cool enough to remain a virgin until their marriage was proof of her frigidity. But masturbation! Good God!
It was nearly a week before they could speak sensibly to each other. By then, both had done their share of thinking. First in both their minds was little Billy. After turning a thousand ideas over in their minds, Bill finally suggested swapping. Later, he couldn't even remember what made him suggest it but the more they talked the more they found that the idea excited them. Neither had the slightest idea how to begin. One simply doesn't walk up to ones neighbor and ask if he'd care to trade wives for a night or two ... at least not in their neighborhood.
Their town was fairly small and although they saw ads that hinted an interest in a sexual exchange, they were afraid to answer the ads for fear that the recipient might be an acquaintance, or even worse, a business contact. Then one day Bill noticed a book store advertisement. On a hunch, he walked in and asked if there were any magazines on wife swapping.
The small, bald-headed man behind the counter gave him a knowing wink and went into the back. Soon he returned with a package wrapped in the proverbial plain brown wrapper. Bill and Marleen were in business.
It was expensive. They answered all the letters that interested them and then they had to have their pictures taken and they sent out dozens of copies. The cost meant little to either of them. Already they were reaping the harvest.
Just writing all those letters about sex did wonders for them. Bill was always ready. Now, Marleen was too. At last, they narrowed their choice down to four couples. Dan and Beverly Evans were the first they visited. Besides their obvious attractiveness, Dan and Beverly had not mentioned any of the more exotic sex practices as many had. Marleen was afraid of letters that mentioned movies, lesbianism and gang bangs. They excited her when she read about them, but she was afraid to try them. Now, as Beverly's body brushed against her she found herself almost wishing....
* * *
"wild movie if you like," Dan's words washed away her thoughts.
"I'm sorry," she said. "What were you saying?"
"I'm just preparing you for the next step in swapping," Dan told her, "I have some movies that will help you over the hump if ..
"Please," she said, "You're the host and we've come to learn. Whatever you suggest is fine."
"OOHHHH!" cried Beverly, "Don't ever say that, honey! Lord, the trouble it could get you into. You need have no fear with us but don't ever give anyone an unqualified go ahead. You could find yourself chained and beaten and ... well, just don't!"
"Yes, teacher," Marleen said feeling a tingling in her loins. "I'll remember."
"OK, gang," Tom said in a commanding voice, "Grab all the pillows and throw them on the floor. Everything's all set up and ready to go!" He sounded like a football coach getting his team ready for the big game. As he talked, he was busy loading the projector. Then Beverly flicked out the light.
It was pitch black for a moment and then a white shaft of light pierced the gloom. Marleen sank to the floor and noticed that Beverly had joined Bill. Before the implication dawned on her, Dan was by her side, his arm snuggling around her and his hand cupped her breast. Good Lord, they were going to make love in the same room. Marleen was glad they couldn't see the blush that began burning in her cheeks. She shivered, excited at the thought.
The movie was in color and the first scene was of a lovely forest glade with a stream running through it. There was a path, and soon a high-assed young negress dressed in peasant clothing came bouncing along toward the brook. She stopped, looked around, and then pulled her peasant blouse off. She wore no bra and her breasts were very large and muscular. She lifted them, swaying seductively for a few moments, then pointed her bulbous nipples at the camera. Then she unhooked her skirt and let it drop, revealing scanty little panties. She arched her groin forward, weaving her thighs as she worked her panties down across her mound.
"Hot damn!" Bill moaned, "Imagine getting your hands on some of that black-assed dynamite."
Dan laughed. "They're wild to watch, but you wouldn't catch me even touching one."
Now the girl stepped out of her panties and began rubbing the inside of her thighs. Marleen was fascinated. It was a while before she noticed the muscular young Negro peering through the bushes. When he finally emerged, Marleen gasped. He was naked and his organ was fully erect! She'd never dreamed a penis could be so large!
Dan gently moved her over to lean back against his chest. Now both hands cupped her breasts. She was so fascinated with the couple on the screen, she hardly noticed.
The girl twisted this way and that until she caught sight of the man and then she threw her arms out and ran to meet him. Marleen had thought the girl was very seductive but as she skipped across the meadow the feeling was more pastoral. Then, just as they were about to meet, the camera telescoped in for a close up. The girl lowered her arms and grabbed for the man's cock, then dropped to her knees and sucked it in.
"My God!" Marleen gasped.
"Take it easy, baby," Dan whispered, "You'll feel it right here," and his hands slid down her belly into her furry rest.
And she did feel it ... fast. In spite of her revulsion, her eyes were glued to the screen. Bill had asked her to do what this girl was doing and she had, but never with the hunger and delight that the actress was showing. Marleen had thought it a disgusting chore. Lord, how that woman loved it. The camera was in very close now. Just her head and the man's lower torso and upper thighs showed. Marleen could see every vein, every gasp.
"Ohhhhh," she whispered.
The man's balls jerked and he arched forward as the actress milked him harder and harder.
"Mmmmmmmm," Marleen moaned and her hand reached around behind her to grasp Dan's cock.
She could see clearly when the organ began to ejaculate. The woman sucked harder and she could see her throat bob as she swallowed the spurts that made the big cock lurch and jerk out its load. Then the picture left the screen, the shaft of light cutting through the darkness disappeared and Marleen twisted around and slithered down Dan's body, suddenly ravenous ... desperate to suck the sap from the big hot cock between Dan's legs.
Her lips touched the fine-grained skin of the head and as she slowly opened her mouth to take it in, her tongue darted against the slit. Then her teeth began softly grating back and forth at the base of the head and Dan moaned and rolled onto the floor, cupping both cheeks of her butt as he pulled her into him. His head burrowed hungrily between her legs and his tongue snaked out to slither down the length of her slit.
Now, as they lay on their sides facing one another, Dan raised his leg high as she began massaging his balls. In her lust, she had not even pinched her eyes closed as she had in the past and now, although she was not focusing clearly, something cut through the haze. Her vision cleared and she saw another couple, only a few feet away. The man lay on his back with the woman on top. Her legs were spread wide over his face and he'd lifted his head clear off the rug to suck deeper into her cunt. His legs were splayed out like a dead frog as the woman milked his cock. My God, Marleen thought, she must be taking it clear into her throat. Bill was loving it! Marleen was surprised that she felt no jealousy. Lord, the wonderful things and was doing to her. His tongue was darting in and out of her cunt now. Almost as in a dream, she began licking the head of his prick ... long, lazy laps like she was savoring a strawberry ice-cream cone. The taste of him, the smell of him, and the sight of her own husband and another woman combined to heighten the wonderful sensations in her groin.
"Ummmmmmmm!" she whimpered, almost hurting from the ecstasy of it all. Dan's educated tongue was slithering back up her slit now to ease and suck that throbbing bud, that heavenly button of pulsing lust that carried her higher and higher until she was floating, suspended in a cloud of eroticism, oblivious to anything but the feel of this sensuous moment.
She could hear Beverly groaning and the lust and passion of the sounds about her were of another world. Her inhibitions had totally evaporated. In this moment, she could have done anything, or had anything done to her. It didn't matter. She wanted everything sensual that this world, or any other had to offer. Now the lazy, dallying was replaced with ravenous hunger. She sucked in the big, hot cock. She chewed on it, she milked it, she beat a wild message with her tongue on it and he answered by sucking harder on her bud.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she gasped as her veins began to throb and her body froze as wave after wave of ecstasy flooded over her. Now she swallowed the cock with a lust that was unquenchable and just as she soared into her peak, the prick she was milking gave up its juice and the jazz spurted out in long throbbing streams. It caught her at a high and carried her higher and higher as she devoured his cum with an animal's hunger.
"Oh, shit!" Dan moaned as he fell away from her slippery lips. "What a piece of meat!"
CHAPTER THREE
No one moved for several hours. A pleasant warmth from the gas logs in the fireplace lulled them each into a refreshing sleep. The carpet was thick and comfortable and their bodies were sated.
The sun rose and soon the soft night glow turned into a harsh, daytime glare even through the closed drapes. Beverly woke first, stretched lazily, then raised up on her elbow to survey the room.
Half-empty glasses littered the furniture and floor. The three flaccid bodies laying about certainly didn't add a thing to the morning decor.
Beverly snickered. It was some party. Today must be Saturday. She raised herself off the floor with effort and headed for the shower.
The warm water pelting her body revived her quickly and as she palmed the soap into her tingling flesh, she thought happily about the fun yet to come.
What a delightful couple they were, beautiful to look upon, refreshingly young, and in spite of their naivete they were eager and completely willing. She hadn't noticed one hang-up and she was pretty sure Marleen would be ready for a little girlie session before the week-end was out in spite of what she'd written in her letter. Her tight young body had turned to a mass of goose-flesh last night over just an affectionate little hug. Beverly grinned. She'd work on that, for Dan's sake, of course. He got such a jolt from watching. She turned off the shower and paused a moment to caress her own velvet breasts. What heavenly memories women had given her ... and Dan still thought the whole thing was his idea!
* * *
She almost laughed whenever she thought of Tilly and Paul Trent. What great teachers they'd been. Sometime during that first night of swapping, Tilly had found an excuse to get into the kitchen alone with her. She'd put it to her blunt and fast.
"We haven't much time, Bev, but I want to teach you one little trick that will keep the men hot and happy." Tilly had said.
"What is it?"
"Well, Paul's pretty pooped out at the moment. He'll be needing some pretty wild stimulation and, frankly, he'll probably ask if you and I would put on a little show for him."
Beverly knew the pitch. She'd had a girl friend all through high school who could do one hell of a lot more for her than her boyfriends did. Then, in college, she'd seduced her roommate-within a week. And for four delightful years, she'd played hard to get with the men, leaving them in a lather every night while she went home to have herself satisfied. She'd lay in bed with Janie and giggle over their dates, who were probably standing alone in their showers jacking themselves off.
Dan was far too proud of his sexual abilities to even wonder why this sweet little virgin he'd married turned into a boiling temptress so easily. It just proved to him what a hot-shot lover he was. When Beverly found herself a girl friend to drop over in the afternoons for a little rubbing and loving, he even bragged to his friends that his woman needed no man but him. She didn't even flirt. When they decided on swapping, it was strictly a lark, and Beverly pretended that the part she wanted most to experience was watching her husband be his old sexy self while she made love.
"If we could only do it with mirrors, I'd never agree to swapping, honey. There can't be anybody sexier than you," she'd told him, "but how can you line a bedroom with mirrors without the kids and neighbors asking questions! I don't want them knowing what hot lovers we are!"
Dan was just enough of an egotist to swallow the whole bit. He'd certainly given her a cunt full, an ass full, and a mouth full. Why the hell wouldn't she want an eye full?
When Tilly Trent brought the subject up, Beverly hesitated for some time before she answered. "Frankly," she told the older woman. "I was hoping we could sneak off for a little rubbing."
"I just don't know about Dan. I've never told him I like this sort of thing. I have no idea how he will react."
Tilly was delighted. Her hands quickly reached for the pertly erect breasts and then brought Beverly's body to her and they arched their groins out to touch.
"Oh God," Beverly moaned. She spread her legs wide and swivelled her slit up as far as she could to press against her companion.
"No, baby!" Tilly said sternly and moved quickly away. "That's what I have to warn you about!"
Surprised, and a little hurt, Beverly straightened and turned away.
"Listen, baby," the older woman whispered as she stepped up behind her and reached around to cuddle a tit, "you don't understand. Men really love to watch the gals go at it and we'll get our chance soon. But wait until they suggest it. They must never catch us getting a little on the side. They have a real thing about being queer and it absolutely revolts them unless they think it was their idea. Act reticent. Say you'd rather be man-fucked. Tell them you don't think a woman could get you the slightest bit exci-"
"Oh, you're so right!" Beverly whispered as she slithered around to rub her breasts into Tilly's tits. "It's a beautiful plan! Let's get out there quick before they get their own wind back!"
* * *
And it had been a beautiful plan. Dan continued to think he was the greatest stud in the business and Beverly got her kicks often and without fear of discovery. She'd have to pull it soon on Marleen. She was sure the girl had never had much lesbian experience but a few, well placed accidental body rubs and then a whispered hint that the men would need and demand a little girl action ... that would do it. The girl would be hot to trot and she wouldn't have to admit her need at all.
Beverly dried her body tenderly, then powdered herself. As she reached into the cabinet for her make-up, she noticed the vibrator. Dan wouldn't be awake for awhile. Might as well have herself a jolt or two to start the day. Giggling to herself, she locked the door, took out the vibrator and plugged it in. Then she squatted down on the furry white carpet for a piece of nooky with her electric lover.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marleen woke up with a start. She looked around the room and was horrified by the lipstick-smeared bodies of the two naked men. Quickly, she nudged Bill and insisted that he come along and make himself more presentable before Beverly returned.
"If she walks in here all dressed and fresh looking while we're still like this, I'll die!" she hissed.
Bill nodded his assent and they slipped quickly up the stairs to their room. Marleen heaved a sigh of relief as she shut the door behind them and leaned heavily against the door.
"I don't see why you're so shook, honey," he told her sleepily. "They've seen sexed-out couples before."
"Not me, they haven't," she answered defensively and then she had to laugh, "did you like your first night of swapping?" she asked.
"It was wild, honey," he said as he took her into his arms, "I think it's going to be good for us. I noticed you lost a lot of those old hang-ups of yours. We'll have a swinging time, just the two of us when we get home."
"Oh, yes!" she breathed heavily, "I learned so much last night!" she could feel Bill's body stiffen and she added, "That movie! Wasn't that the sexiest thing you ever saw in your whole life! it just made me forget absolutely everything!" Bill relaxed and squeezed her to him. "I'm glad. Is Dan a hot lover?" he asked, almost too casually.
"Not as good as you, lover," she lied, "I think that's part of what makes this so special. You realize what you got right in your own bed. The newness made it exciting though. How was Beverly? I learned a lot just watching her."
Her tact had the desired results. Her husband's chest swelled out with an air of authority. He was now the old pro.
"Her technique is very educated," he began, "she's learned all the little tricks. That's for sure, but she lacks your freshness, and certainly your appeal." Then he laughed as he remembered that first tumble on the rug.
"You should hear her, Marleen!" he exclaimed, "She's worse than any whore I ever had! She screams Fuck me, screw me, shove it to me, baby! That lady you met at the door ain't no lady in bed ... or on the rug for that matter!"
"Really?" Marleen asked eagerly, "was it exciting?"
"Oh hell yes!" he answered with a grin, "but don't you do it, sweetie. Save it until you're thirty-five or forty. Right now. I like you sweet."
* * *
Dan was up and gone by the time they had dressed and returned to the living room. Bill picked up a newspaper and sat down to read yesterday's news while Marleen slipped into the kitchen to look for Beverly. She could smell the coffee already and she found Beverly busily preparing breakfast.
"Let me help," she offered.
"Great! Set the table, huh? The silverware is in that drawer and the dishes are above. How do you feel this morning?" she asked with a grin.
"Heavenly," Marleen told her honestly, "I think I got rid of at least a thousand hang-ups last night. That movie was something else again!"
"I'm glad," Beverly said softly and reached over and squeezed her affectionately. "I'm so glad you chose us. There are some pretty sad duds in swapping. You have to be careful. It would have been a tragedy if you'd started with the wrong people.
Marleen returned the hug fervently. "We didn't, though," she almost whispered. "We found the perfect people. It was simply meant to be!"
* * *
Beverly, Marleen and Bill were already eating when Dan burst into the room. His face spelled trouble.
"Bev! Do you know what those son-of-a-bitching Hurleys have done?" he shouted and then, not waiting for a reply from his startled wife, he screeched, "They sold that fucking white elephant of theirs to a nigger!"
There was the crash of dishes hitting the floor as Beverly jerked to her feet. "Those bastards!" she hissed. "Are you sure?"
"Damn right I'm sure," he said and his voice was filled with hatred. "I looked out of the bathroom window while I was shaving and saw the moving van. Then out pops this black bastard to sign the ticket."
"Wait a minute!" Bill said quickly, "Couldn't he just be a hired man?"
"NO!, God damn it, Todd Whitacre came across the street as the van pulled away and asked him point blank! I heard every word. He and his wife are both doctors and they bought the place outright. Said it was close to Whitlow Hospital. When Todd said this is an all-white neighborhood, the guy had the gall to tell him that it's been a free country now for almost three weeks! What crust!"
"That's right," Marleen answered defensively, "The law of the land now states that any man can buy any house that he can afford. If he's a doctor, he probably won't bother anybody."
Dan sunk into his chair. Marleen poured his coffee with a shaking hand. Dan said nothing until he'd had two or three solid gulps of the strong liquid and lit a cigarette.
"That's not the point, Marleen," he said finally, "I'm not prejudice. Hell! Nobody wants to see them get a fair shake more than I do. But Christ! I've worked for ten long years to buy this house and live in a neighborhood my kids could be proud of. Now the damn thing won't be worth a cent. You're too young to understand these things. It's not prejudice. It's nothing but finances. You have to understand human nature ... Everyone on the block will panic and practically give their houses away and then there'll be nothing but blacks. Give this neighborhood a year and it will be a slum!"
"That's not true anymore, Dan," Bill interrupted. "If you'll just talk to your neighbors, nothing need happen. We have a Negro family on our block ... they moved in over a year ago. Well, we all got shook, just like you are, but we decided to give it a try, anyway. Hell! What did we have to loose. Everyone stuck tight and you know what we finally found out?" He waited for Dan to ask. When he didn't Beverly spoke.
"What did you find out, Bill?" she whispered.
Bill looked at Marleen and they giggled nervously.
"We found out the Negro couple didn't want a black neighborhood and would have moved out if we'd sold. They wanted their kids to live in a decent neighborhood, too. The guy is a lawyer and he hated the black area with all its crumb bums."
"That's his problem," Dan argued, "why the hell did this guy have to pick my street?"
"You'll probably never even see them if they're both doctors," Marleen said cheerfully.
"Well, it's a hell of a world when decent people can't even choose the kind of people they want to live around!"
CHAPTER FIVE
While the girls cleared the table, Bill and Dan went out to talk to the neighbors. Bill mentioned that many Negro families were moved into a neighborhood by an organization and if the people didn't panic and move out, they'd soon give up and move.
"I know one family stayed for six months and then they were gone!"
This gave Dan something to cling to and hope for. He agreed to have a talk with every neighbor and took Bill along to tell them of his experiences.
By noon they were still campaigning.
"I'm so sorry this had to happen," Beverly apologized, "It's taking up our sex play."
Marleen snickered. "Don't tell me you go at it all day, too? In the bright glare of the day, I don't think I could get in the mood anyway." Beverly's eyes twinkled. "Oh yes you could. We simply move the fun and games to the basement rumpus room. It's always twilight or pitch black down there."
"Oh dear!" Marleen giggled, "What will we do when you come to visit? In California, we don't have basements!"
"Don't worry, little one," Beverly told her, "Where there's a will, there's a way. Besides, as time goes on, you'll lose that little inhibition about too much light anyway. The main reason we built the rumpus room was because we were too apt to have visitors or salesmen coming to the door during the daytime. All we'd need is to have Dan's boss come to our door and hear a dozen people panting and moaning on the other side of the paneling!"
"Then you don't talk swapping with your friends?" Marleen asked.
"Heaven's no!" Beverly answered, "Hey, that was cute! Talk Swap, I mean. No shop talk allowed. Swap talk mandatory. That would make a doll of a sign for the room."
"Oooooooo! Sounds like your rumpus room is a pretty erotic place!" Marleen squealed.
Beverly shook her head. "Only when visitors are coming. After all, I've got two kids and a nosey maid. I'll have you know I'm P.T.A. presi dent this year and Dan coaches in little league. When we entertain, the kids visit Grandma and Grandpa and the maid gets the weekend off. When we are entertained, we usually call it a business trip."
Marleen said: "We have a little boy, you know. Billy Junior. He is staying with his Grandma. They were pleased that we were going to take a weekend vacation. They're always complaining that we stick too close to home."
"Same here. Wonderful, isn't it?" Beverly asked.
"Oh how they'd die if they knew."
She stopped short as Beverly raised a hand for silence. They listened. A car was pulling into the drive.
"Oh good!" Beverly said as she jumped up. "Our playmates are back."
"I sure hope they've been successful," Marleen said and she slid out of her chair and followed her new friend.
"Me, too," Beverly muttered, "Dan will be a hell of a dud if they weren't."
One look at their faces brought a sigh of relief from Beverly.
"It's ok?" she asked.
"Much better than I dared dream," Dan said with obvious relief, "As long as they stay in their place there won't be any trouble. After all, even if they have kids, ours don t have to play with them. We speak and be polite if we have to and that's that. After all, we're all civilized people in this neighborhood. We're sophisticated enough to keep cool. They probably won't last more than three months and there's no reason to act boorish about it. A couple of nuts even said they were glad things were opening up ... the Bales and the Winters ... but then they always were a little too liberal for my taste. Hell, they even went around with a bumper sticker on their Caddy. Vote for Tolerance. I asked old Herb Bales if he was going to add mud flaps and a raccoon tail to his antenna." He roared. "Even he laughed about it. Said he was tolerant enough to put up with my jokes."
"Then we can forget the whole thing and go start a rumpus in the rumpus room," his wife suggested.
"Hey," he answered quickly, "I'm for that!"
"Come on, Bill," Beverly said with a grin, "Marleen has been dying to see our little sexy play room in the basement but I let her curiosity seethe until our two bulls returned. After all, it's no fun for two women to rattle around in a room built for sex."
Bill seemed surprised at the quick change of mood but he grinned gallantly.
"Your two studs are ready, madam," he told her.
"Lead on McDuff," Marleen said, slipping her arm through Dan's, "I'm dying of curiosity."
Dan unlocked the door to the basement.
"We got it all ready Thursday night and I was afraid the kids or the maid might wander down there so we locked it." Beverly explained.
At the foot of the stairs, they found themselves in a regular basement. The usual assortment of washers, dryers, and a furnace perplexed Marleen until she noticed another door and saw Dan lean over to unlock it.
"Double safety, huh? Must be terrible nasty," she told him.
He straightened and pushed open the door. Marleen stepped into the room and into another world!
The entire room was white, walls, carpet, draperies....
"Drapes in a basement?" Marleen asked. She looked about her. Sheer glass drapes in four-foot sections alternated with the plain, painted wall. Some were tie backs, some swishes, some hung straight.
Dan grinned and, reaching into a closet, flipped a switch. The white disappeared. As they watched, fascinated, the draped panels were bathed with shocking pink light, then mauve, then blue. Hidden floodlights slowly changed the color scheme time after time and each change brought a gasp of delight from the visitors.
"It's fantastic!" Bill exclaimed.
"Absolutely beautiful," his wife agreed.
"Dan's an electrical engineer. This is sort of his hobby," Beverly explained, "Second hobby, of course. Sex comes first."
"Right!" Dan agreed and they all laughed.
The wall-to-wall carpet was shag, white, and as thick as a bear skin rug.
All of the furniture was white. There were two backless lounges that curved up on either end to form a head rest. The bar at one end of the room was starkly modem. The little occasional tables were simple squares like boxes only they were very smooth and shiny. They had been rubbed with wax to a dull glow.
All of the furniture except the bar was extremely low and between the two lounges was a low, very long coffee table in the same, box-like style.
"Now for the piece-de-resistance," Dan said as he flipped another switch. A panel at the end of the room slid aside to reveal a painting at least six feet square. On a white background, black-lined figures with erotically exaggerated proportions were writhing in a orgy of erotisms. Big titted girls were sucking tremendous cocks. Men with their faces buried into women's asses were having their own cocks fucked by big hipped girls as they sucked at their own enormous tits. In the foreground, a woman was rubbing her slit into the meat of another woman as their tits bulged together in a wild melee of lust.
"My god!" Bill gasped and Beverly reached down and curled her hand around the bulge in his pants.
"Like it, lover?" she asked, rubbing him seductively.
"Shit, yes!" he moaned, "Where the hell did you find some-like that?"
A sly little grin lit up her face. "It's a hobby of mine, lover. I paint."
"But those two women," Marleen whispered, "You said in your letter that you really didn't go for that sort of thing."
"I'd better explain that one," Dan said as he moved over to the bar, "Beverly really doesn't go for women. She does that to please me." Marleen gasped. "To please you?"
"Yes," he told her as he began mixing martinis, "You see, men can't recover as fast as the ladies, bless them. We found long ago that most swappers like to get the girl's into a little session. It's the greatest aphrodisiac in the world! Really puts the lead back into a guy's pencil-if you know what I mean. The girls aren't really lesbian, but they use it as a technique to get their men back into the action."
"It's not really unpleasant," Beverly added quickly, "It's really very sweet but nothing compared to a man, of course."
"Oh, of course," Marleen echoed.
Bill laughed nervously. "I'm afraid you couldn't push Marleen into that sort of thing. She's really a little old maid at heart. Sure would like to see a couple girls go at it, though. I imagine it's something else again!"
"You'd better believe it!" Dan agreed, "Here, everybody, drink up and let's not worry about anything. I sure as hell don't need any visual stimulation to revive me now. Shit, I feel like I could bang a knot hole!"
"Take off that blouse and let me look at those healthy young tits of yours, Marleen," Dan ordered.
Marleen glanced at Bill and saw that he was grinning.
"All right," she said.
"I'll help you free those beautiful mounds," Bill told Beverly. He sat his drink down and unbuttoned her blouse. She slipped out of it and, reaching around behind she unhooked her bra.
"Here, let me," he begged and his hands circled the cups and slowly, sensually lowered them, teasing himself by prolonging the full revelation.
"Hmmmmmmmm!" he purred as her nipples finally broke free. "God, you're lovely."
"And so is this woman-child," Dan laughed, "The body of a woman and the sweetness of a child. What a combination!"
"Let's get with it," Bill murmured huskily as he sucked in the large bulbous nipple."
"Whoa!" Dan cried, "I've got something better in mind."
"What could be better?" Dan grunted but he pulled his head away willing to learn.
Beverly grinned. "Do you want us on the lounges, dear?" she asked her husband.
"Yep," he said. "Come on, little one. I've got a thrill for you."
"What am I supposed to do?" Bill asked eagerly.
"Have kicks, man," Dan told him, "Come on."
Dan had each of the girls lie down on a lounge. Their heads were raised enough so that Marleen found herself staring straight into the erotic painting. Her eyes fastened on the two women writhing together in the foreground. She hoped fervently that they would insist on her doing what those girls were doing before the weekend was over. Maybe Beverly didn't think it was so much but Marleen found it strangely exciting.
Dan took two vibrators from a drawer and handed one to Bill.
"Now," he explained, "This is quite an experience, old buddy, especially the first time you try it. A man is a far more visual animal than most women and women tend to take longer anyway. With these vibrators, we can have the fun of making our women jump and moan and tremble while we sit and watch."
Bill whistled as he opened the case with the attachments. There was a soft rubber cock. It even had a tube attached with a squeeze bulb at the end.
"What's this?" he asked.
"It's filled with jelly that melts at body temperature. When you see her about to blow, you start pumping the bulb and she gets a cunt full of jazz. Just like the real thing!"
"Wow!" Bill laughed.
"And that one! Be sure and try it. It's like another woman. You line it up with the lips on hers and press hard. The little dingus in the middle will slip through the slit and tickle the hell out of her."
"Oh God!" Bill exclaimed, "It does look like a pussy."
"This one is just a general tickler. You can start with that. Kind of watch me the first time around. Then switch to the pussy jiggler and when they really beg for it, we'll give them the cocks."
"Hell, if we run them all the way, they're not going to be ready to take care of us." Bill objected.
"The hell you say," Beverly laughed, "You'll find that Marleen will be able to peak three or four times to your one,"
"I don't know," Marleen began.
"Wait and see, Marleen," Dan told her, "Don't worry about it. We have all the time in the world and your old daddy isn't going to rush you, ever!"
"Mmmmmmmm!" she purred, "Then I'm going to just lay back and enjoy whatever comes."
"That's the spirit," Beverly said encouragingly, "We have just one little job to do, first. While the boys watch, let's give them a little horizontal strip show, nice and slow, and sexy." Marleen looked over as Beverly unzipped her skirt and then arched her ass off the lounge. Slowly, she eased the skirt down over her thighs. Marleen could see her pubic bone bulging through her scanty briefs. Then there was no more time for reflection. She reached for her zipper and began her own little number.
The men leaned against the wall at the foot of the couches watching the display. Occasionally, Marleen would turn toward Beverly and then copy what she saw. The older women did not quit after the panties had been discarded. She ran her hands up the insides of her thighs with her ass high in the air, then stroked her furry lips, lewdly playing and teasing herself and the men.
"Oh shit!" Bill moaned, wiping the beads of perspiration from his sweating brow.
"All right," Dan ordered, as he saw that the show was beginning to embarrass Marleen. The two men sat down on the edge of the lounges. Dan flipped on his vibrator and began teasing Marleen's nipples. She closed her eyes and a soft, sensuous smile covered her face. Bill copied the action.
Slowly, they worked their way down, across the white, quivering bellies and through the forest.
"Over the mountains and through the forests to grandmother's house we go," Dan said.
"Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?" Bill asked playfully.
"With cocks and balls, and fucking balls," Beverly answered.
Marleen heard but she could not speak. Her body ached with anticipation. She was nearly frantic for that moment when he would change over to the pussy attachment. God, how she longed for it.
He was running the vibrator down one lip and back up the other, back and forth, back and forth. She arched up her groin and spread her thighs wide but he did not enter the hot open slit.
"Ohhhhhh, you lover!" Beverly was telling Bill, "Put it in my hot box, baby," she moaned. "You're driving me nuts!"
She was twisting and turning, writhing in an agony of excitement. "Oh, shit!"
Marleen was thinking the same thoughts but she couldn't bring herself to put them into words. Hurry, she begged silently as the ache nearly became a pain.
"Switch to the pussy, Bill," Dan said, "No use making them suffer."
"Hurry!" Beverly pleaded.
"Mmmmmmm! " Marleen moaned.
"This is wild," Bill told his host, "Another few minutes and I'm going to blow right in my pants."
"Hang on if you can. It'll be a lot wilder later if you can hold off." Dan said. Now he had the pussy ready to go and he flipped the switch again and lowered it to Marleen's slit.
"OHHHHHHH!" Marleen cried and her body bucked as the long awaited sensation engulfed her. The lips pressed hard against her slit and the small, quivering tongue burrowed into her meat and vibrated against her throbbing bud. She stiffened, arching up in the grip of pure, pulsing passion. Her legs lurched up and locked together in a frenzy.
Then her brain and her body exploded in a burst of fiery, electric jolts that washed over her. Wave after wave of throbbing ecstasy coarsed through her and it went on and on. Her legs and arms jerked and spasmed. Her lungs were screaming for air.
"My God!" Bill whispered in awe as he watched his wife, "I never saw her act like that!"
"You will, my friend," Dan said, "After a few sessions like we're all having, you'll find she does this every night. And wait until you feel what her cunt does to your cock when she's like this. What a massage!"
"Ohhhhhhh!" Beverly moaned then and Bill turned back to the woman laying beside him.
"Change to the cock," Dan suggested. "It'll give her time to cool a bit. She can take one hell of a lot more of this now that she's used to it." Quickly, Bill changed attachments. Beverly spread eagled her legs, waiting. Then he was shoving the big spongy prick into her.
"Do I run it in an out?" he asked.
"Not for awhile," Dan answered, "Be sure the front part fits up her slit so she can feel it in both places."
"Yeh," Bill nodded, "I see."
He held the cock tight against her and she moaned with the feeling of it. Then he turned on the vibrator and she began to snake around on the couch almost instantly.
"Oh, fuck me! Oh, son-of-a-bitch, what a cock!" she groaned, "Screw me, baby!"
She began rotating her hips, gyrating wildly with her ass raised high off the bed with lewd, animal abandon.
"Take it, baby!" Dan shouted excitedly, "Squeeze that hot cunt around that fucker till you choke it to death. Atta girl!"
Through a fog of warm apathy, Marleen heard the words. She could feel Dan's fingers unconsciously sliding back and forth in her slit and, surprisingly, it was a pleasant sensation even though she had just been satisfied better than she'd ever been in her life. Lazily, she turned her head to watch the erotic performance on the other lounge.
Beverly's ass was now a full two feet off the deck while her head had worked down until it was flat. Her hands were lifting and molding her own breasts and finally, she tilted one up and sucked it in. Her body was humping wildly up at the vibrator and by now, Bill was plunging the big cock back and forth into her with a fast, wild rhythm.
And then her whole body arched up and stiffened until she was braced only by her feet, and head. She began to shake and she grabbed the insides of her thigh as she pressed harder and harder against the wild vibrations.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" she screamed, "Oh, OHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Then her scream stopped. She remained suspended for a long, quivering moment and then she slowly sunk down onto the couch.
CHAPTER SIX
Bill was nearly apologetic when Dan suggested they take time out for a few drinks. The poor lad was more than ready to climb right into the saddle.
"But Bill," his host argued, "Then it would be all over in five minutes."
"Yeh, but I'd feel one hell of a lot better!" Bill grumbled.
"But you would have missed so much!" Dan insisted. "Bill, try it this one night. Let me show you. It's a Chinese thing. American men think they're something if they can shoot off a dozen puny climaxes. The Chinese believe the real art is saving it, building higher and higher to the damndest orgasm you ever heard of. You think the girls just had a real blast! That's nothing to what you'll feel if you'll try this other."
"Honey, we came to learn," Marleen reminded her husband.
"Well, sure," he answered sheepishly, "I'm interested in anything you got in mind. I thought you meant we were going to just quit altogether and drink instead. Hell, I'll try anything once ... well, not anything."
They all laughed. Bill moved behind the bar and began mixing more martinis.
"We have to give the girls a little breather That's all," he said.
"Frankly, I'm not sure I'll ever recuperate from that one," Marleen said shakily.
"Fun, huh, sweetie," Beverly hugged her and grinned, "You'd better drink up. I've a sneaky suspicion Dan's going to ask us to perform together next."
"Fat chance!" Bill scoffed, "Marleen would throw a fit for sure."
"What makes you so sure?" Marleen answered defensively. Her heart was already pounding at the thought. If Bill queered it for her, she'd die. "I said I'd go through with anything you asked me to. I haven't been a drag once so far!"
"No, baby," Bill cupped her chin and smiled down into her face. "You've been a good little soldier and I'm proud of you. You don't have to do this if you don't want to."
This time Beverly interceded. "If it makes our men hot, then we're all for it, aren't we, Marleen?"
"You said you'd like to see it when we first came down here," Marleen reminded him, "Give me another martini and I'll try it."
"Atta girl!" Dan exclaimed.
"You mean you'd really sex it up with a woman?" Bill asked. There was an edge of disgust in his voice.
"I'm not really sure of what that could do," she laughed. "If it's just eating pussy, I'd just as soon have it done by a man. It's just been a few hours since I learned to eat cock without catsup!"
Everybody laughed and Marleen noticed that Bill seemed to relax. She'd never said words like that and found it exciting, stimulating.
"There's really not much to it," Beverly explained. "Of course, real lesbians find a whole lot to do but most swappers do pretty much what you see in the painting. It's really nothing but rubbing, sort of like doing it to yourselves but it really gets to the guys."
"Yeh, man!" Dan laughed, nudging Bill and winking.
"Hell, if that's all there is to it, it really isn't any big thing," Bill opined, then belted down his drink. "How about another before the show starts?" he asked Dan.
"Sure."
Marleen let out a sigh of relief. She was over the hump. Funny! She'd cringed at the idea when she read all those letters. Now she was dying for it. She'd have to act a little reticent though. It would never do to let Bill know how hungry she was for that sweet curvy body. She sipped her drink slowly, basking in the glow of anticipation.
For several minutes, nobody made a move. They sipped their drinks and chatted idly. Then Beverly bottomed her glass and put it on the bar.
"Well," she said, "might as well get this show on the road. Come on, little one. It takes some real concentrating to get started."
Marleen looked at Bill with the proper amount of hesitation and then turned and followed Beverly to the lounge.
"Lay down, honey," she ordered softly and she hoped no one would notice how her hands shook as she sat down beside the lovely girl and reached for her breasts.
"You're going to find this one hell of a lot more exciting than you've expected, baby," she whispered into Marleen's ear so that the men could not hear.
"I know," Marleen answered with a shiver.
Beverly was surprised. "You've done it before?" she asked, delighted that Marleen could have even fooled her.
"No," Marleen answered honestly, "but I've sort of been getting the urge ever since last night. Beverly, do you think maybe I'm a latent lesbian?"
Beverly snorted. "Don't be ridiculous. You're just like me. I love sex, period! I love it with men. I love it with women. Why, I occasionally love it all by myself! The main trick is to keep them from knowing we can enjoy sex without them. It would crush their ego. God, you've got great tits!"
"I want to touch yours so bad I can hardly stand it," Marleen told her, "but I'm afraid Bill will...."
"Worry not," her teacher told her and she took Marleen's hand in hers and placed them on her breast, rubbing herself ever so gently with the young girl's fingers.
"Dan will keep Bill at the bar for awhile," Beverly said, "They're watching, of course, but I've told him it's too hard to do if we're distracted."
"Your fingers are so soft," Marleen whispered, "Just like a feather."
"A woman knows how to please another woman," she explained. "Men are too direct sometimes."
"Mmmmmmm Hmmmm!" Marleen answered in a purr.
Now Beverly laid down beside her. Their breasts touched lightly and the contact burned through Marleen's entire body. Beverly kissed her then and her lips were so delicate and quivering that Marleen almost whimpered with the sensations it caused.
Beverly's hand glided down over her belly and began gently pulling the hairs of her mound. As her finger dipped into Marleen's slit, the touch was as delicate and fluttery as the wings of a humming bird.
"How can they help but know," Marleen whispered, "Oh God, Beverly, I'm going to cry out or moan or something. I can't bear it ... it's so good!"
"Hush, lover," the older woman chided playfully, "When I screw you, you can moan and pant all you like. We just tell them afterward that we got so hot for a cock it actually hurt!"
"Beautiful!" Marleen agreed, "Oh, stop! Let me cool a minute. I don't want this to ever end."
"All right," Beverly whispered and she took her hand from the feverish slit and guided Marleen's hand to her own groin. "Love me, baby," she whispered, "I wish I had you in some motel where I could slide my slimy little tongue into that sweet slit of yours!"
"Ohhhhh!" Marleen moaned at the thought, her nipples were rigid, her vagina was flowing juices like a leaky faucet.
"My tongue's not like a man, baby. I could drive you crazy with the wet feel of my mouth teasing and tickling your slit, my tongue slithering down to stab at your little hot box. I could tongue fuck you like you've never dreamed possible."
"Oh what heaven."
"And we'd play games. Girls are much better at games."
"Tell me," Marleen begged. She wriggled her finger down Beverly's honeyed slit and dipped experimentally into her cunt. "How you'd love me."
"Mmmmmmmm," Beverly sighed. "Well, I'd be the nanny and you'd be my little baby. I'd diaper you whenever you wet, I'd change you and lick your little twat clean. I'd rock you in my arms and nurse you and while you sucked on my tit, I'd slip my fingers inside your diaper and masturbate you to sleep."
"Oh God," Marleen moaned.
"And when you woke, I'd put you in the shower and lather your little body and you'd be down on your knees like a little girl and you'd beg to lather me like a big girl. I'd finally let you and you'd suds me all up and then throw your arms about my hips and bury your little face in my slit. Then I'd take you to bed and you'd be restless so I'd let you lay on top of me."
"Mmmmmmm," Marleen sighed.
"And you'd rub a little bit and then you'd be very naughty. Right while our slits were locked together and our meats grinding, you'd let loose and pee a hot, hard stream all over me."
"Ohhhhh, God, Beverly!" Marleen gasped, "Really?! Have you ever done it? What does it feel like?"
"It's the best, baby, the very best! It's so hot you go right into the biggest jazz off you ever had in your life! There is absolutely nothing that can compare to it. Oh, except when two girls can piss up a stream at the same time. Man, that's the moon!"
Marleen could hardly breath at the erotic pictures Beverly had painted for her and as she slid her finger back up Beverly's slit, her lover moved back to tap lightly on her blood-gorged bud.
"Beverly, I've got to try it," she moaned.
"Yes, baby, we'll make plans later." Beverly lifted away from the quivering girl and sat up. "Come on, baby. Let's rub each other up a hand full for the boys."
She got up from the lounge and pulled Marleen to her feet. She walked around to the foot of the couch and turned Marleen around to face her, pressing her body backward until the girl's ass was up against the headrest.
"Spread your legs, baby," she ordered, "We're going to grind some red-hot meat."
"Hurry," Marleen begged.
Eagerly, she spread her legs and twisted her feet to point out sideways. This brought her groin out and she arched her mound and slit even more. Beverly did the same except that her legs stayed in closer. As their natal lips met and then crushed solidly together, Marleen could not keep from moaning low and hungrily at the contact.
She could feel Beverly's tiny organ throbbing against her own and though their lips were crushing hard together, the buds touched only enough to pulse together to produce the most exquisite feeling Marleen had ever experienced.
Now Beverly began rotating her body, rubbing the two slits around and around in a wild, fiery merry-go-round of breathtaking sensations. She jiggled and her bud beat a hot staccato of fire into Marleen's own organ.
Marleen now began working with her love partner, their slits glued crushingly together as they rocked and ground and pressed their lust against one another.
"Isn't that wild?" Dan asked Bill as they hurried over to watch the action closer.
"They sure as hell are making a lot of noise," Bill grunted although his own cock threatened to erupt from just looking at the sight.
"That's because they both need a cock deep in their hot little cunts," Dan explained. "They get frantic for it."
"Oh," Bill answered with obvious relief, "Man, this is really something!"
"You said it, boy."
Beverly grinned inwardly at their inane, stupid vanity but Marleen didn't hear a word they'd said. Her meat was so hot she wanted to scream and the fiery, wet snatch rubbing against her was enough to drive her insane with the heavenly sensations this woman caused in her. Their tits wove back and forth, rubbing, grazing and Marleen wished that it would never end.
Such a raging fire could not be controlled and they couldn't back away and cool or the men would know they were not having to work to produce this show. Marleen began to whimper as she felt herself slipping over the edge. Beverly planted her bps firmly on the young girl and sucked her tongue in as she felt her slip into the abyss. With Beverly, Marleen did not freeze when her climax came but rubbed harder and ground with frantic gyrations trying to make it last longer ... ever longer. Her movements brought Beverly also to the edge and as the girl slumped and fell slowly back onto the couch, her lover ground her own fiery explosion against the young girl's meat.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Wow!" Bill gasped, "that was the wildest thing I ever saw in my life!"
"Isn't it though?" Dan laughed, "If you'd been sexed out, it wouldn't have been nearly so exciting."
"Yeh," Bill agreed, "I see what you mean. Man, I don't know how much more I can take, though."
"It's our turn next, fella," Dan promised and then when he saw Bill suddenly stiffen, he added, "Not together, dumkoff. We'll each get our own little specialized attention."
He put his hand on Bill's shoulder and firmly guided him toward the bar. "You've got as big a thing against homos as I do. You really had your back up there for a minute."
Bill laughed shakily. "I guess I worried more about that when we first started looking into this swapping business than any other one problem. I think I'd kill a guy that tried that on me!"
"And it would be justifiable homicide, believe me," Dan answered, "There's something rotten about a guy that would do that. Like a man banging a black bitch. Even the thought of it turns my stomach."
"Not mine!" Bill laughed, "Hell, I hear they're the hottest things on earth. No inhibitions at all. They're real animals in bed."
"I don't care," Dan argued heatedly, "my skin would crawl just to touch them ... that fuzzy hair and the big lips. It makes me sick to think about it." He gave the vermouth bottle a jerk sending far more liquid in than he wanted but he didn't even seem to notice.
"It's not that I'm prejudiced, Bill," he told the younger man. "Hell, they deserve a place in the sun as much as I do. But if God had meant the races to bastardize themselves, he'd have made all of us one color. I think a man has to have some principles and pride in his race is one of them. That's the trouble with this country today. No one has any principles."
"Well, I have more than most, Dan," Bill said defensively, "and I don't expect I'll ever ball it with a black woman, but that doesn't stop a man from thinking! Hell, lots of guys like to think about fucking a dog or some other animal. That doesn't mean anybody really does it. It's just a good, downright filthy thought."
"Oh, sure," Dan laughed, "I know what you mean. But I'd sooner think about a dog than a black bitch. At least the dog wouldn't pop up bearing you a kid ... and they keep their asses licked clean."
Bill only shook his head and grinned. He took a drink and sipped it slowly, wondering about his host. It was a great weekend and he'd love to spend dozens more just like it with the same couple but the guy sure had some weird ideas and the wildest was the idea that he wasn't prejudiced. On that score, Bill felt superior indeed.
* * *
The girls were really conked out after this last bout. The boys finally carried their drinks over to them.
"Man, that really got to you didn't it, honey?" Bill asked his wife as he pulled her limp body up against, him. She slumped against his chest and moaned.
Beverly sat up quickly then. "It's just one hell of a lot of work, fella," she told him, "I sure hope you got your kicks."
Bill squeezed his wife tenderly. "We sure did. It was wild. Thank you, sweetheart."
"You're welcome, lover," she answered weakly and took a sip of the drink he held for her.
"Oooo, I needed that," she said. She sighed deep and then began to perk up. Finally, she could hold her own drink.
"At least we can take it easier on the next set," Beverly promised.
"Really?" Marleen asked, "How?"
"It's our turn to make the men suffer," was Beverly's only answer.
"Good," the girl said, "My spirit's willing but the body is pretty weak."
"First we'd better eat something. It's already late evening," the older woman said as she glanced up at the clock.
"We missed lunch altogether," Dan complained.
"No we didn't," Bill said, "we drank it."
They all laughed.
"Marleen and I'll just run upstairs and fix up some cold cuts. I have a potato salad all ready to eat and we may even throw in some hot coffee, if you'd like it."
"Coffee royals," Dan said, "that would be great."
Without bothering to dress, the girls hurried upstairs.
"Are you serious about wanting to get together, just the two of us?" Beverly asked casually as she opened the refrigerator.
"Oh, yes!" Marleen exclaimed. "Bev, I never in my life felt anything so good and the things you talked about. Gad! They drove me nuts!"
"Then let's do it!" Beverly suggested, "I can fly to L.A. in forty minutes. You make reservations for a motel. I'll fly in early in the morning and we can spend the whole day together. The men won't think we're up to anything but shopping and bridge."
"I'd love it," Beverly told her. "When can you come?"
"I don't care," she shrugged, "next week if you like."
"What day?' 'Marleen demanded. "How about Tuesday?"
"Fine with me. I'll look the flight times up on my chart before you go so you'll know when to meet me."
"Oh, heaven, heaven, heaven!" Marleen danced excitedly, "I feel so naughty and wicked! Like I'm meeting my lover for a secret tryst."
Beverly set down the tray she'd just picked up and took the girl into her arms. "You are, baby," she said and gave her a long, slow kiss. Marleen sighed with the wonderful sweetness of it. They touched breasts and soon Marleen was arching up her groin, hungry for the fiery contact with her lover's slit.
"No, baby," Beverly cautioned, reaching to slide her finger down the hot little slit, "it's too dangerous with the men around."
"We'd hear them coming up the steps," Marleen answered
"Not when we get really hot, lover," she told her, "we don't hear nothing once our meat starts grinding."
Marleen shivered at the mere mention of the seductive contact.
"Thank God, the coffee's ready!" Beverly said, "a couple more minutes with you, little bitch, and I'd loose all control. Come on. Load the salad onto the dumbwaiter and let's go!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
After a huge meal, they all relaxed over their coffee.
"Man, I didn't know how hungry I was!" Bill told his hostess, "I think you just saved my life."
"Mine, too," Dan agreed.
"I'm glad," Beverly told them, "as soon as you finish your coffee, Marleen and I are ready to give you the business."
"Thank God!" Bill exclaimed, "I was beginning to think this husband of yours was really a sadistic monster!"
"Oh, Bill," Marleen teased, "he's really a doll when you get to know him."
"Man, I wish you could have known this little woman of mine just one short month ago," Bill said with wonder, "She was the world's most inhibited female!"
"Hmmmmm, I didn't find her that way at all!" Dan said.
"Oh, come on, you idiots," Beverly chided the men, "get your duds off and climb aboard the couch. You're about to be teased out of your ever lovin' mind."
Laughing, Bill jumped to his feet and did the quickest strip ever performed. He made a dive for the divan, flopped over on his back and lay very still.
"I'm ready, I'm ready," he said over and over.
"I like a man who's eager!" Beverly said with a grin, "but you'll have to get your ass off the couch for a minute or two while I get it ready."
"What's to get ready?" Bill laughed displaying his very rigid prick. But he did as she'd ordered.
She reached down and pulled off the furry covering. Beneath it was black upholstery.
"Well!" Bill said with haughty disdain, "so you're afraid I might jack off all over your fancy upholstery."
"No, baby," she said leaning over him with her tits dangling in Bill's face. She flipped on a switch Bill had never noticed. He'd grabbed a mouth full of passing nipple but soon he had to release her as the entire lounge began to raise.
"How about that!" he commented.
The movement stopped when the divan was up to Beverly's waist. In the meantime, Dan had undressed slower and was just easing himself onto his couch. He flipped the button and soon was up even with Bill.
Marleen watched Beverly closely, having no idea what was about to happen. Her hostess handed her a decanter and when she pulled out the stopper, she found it contained a delightfully fragrant oil.
"We're going to start out by greasing up our cute little pink pigs," she explained to Marleen, "I'm going to teach you the art of massage, step by step. "You might pay attention, too, cocksman," she gave Bill's prick a playful pat. "Dan gives me the most heavenly going over some nights after I've had a bad day. After one of these, you're ready for sex even if you were ready for nothing more than a hospital before."
Casually, Dan lit up a cigar and clamped it between his teeth. "I'm ready," he announced grandly.
Holding her cupped palm over Bill's chest, Marleen poured out a small quantity of the sweet-scented oil. A few drops spilled over onto Bill's chest and she rubbed the drops lovingly into his skin. Then she poured part of the oil into the other hand and lowered them both to his chest. Slowly, she turned her hands over letting the oil dribble all across his torso.
Her fingertips began massaging the shining skin and soon the hair on his chest began to glisten and his skin glowed, both visually and sensually. She paid particular attention to the nipples, bending over to suck each one in turn before she applied the fragrant liquid. She spread the glistening oil out across his shoulders and then worked back down to his waist.
"OK," she said, "turn over!"
"But it's the front that needs the attention," Bill objected.
"Turn over, you horny bastard!" she said gruffly and he playfully cowered before her.
"Yes, Ma'am," he mimicked.
She poured more oil into her palms and repeated the process but this time she did not stop at the waist. Down over his ass she rubbed the seductive balm, pausing to massage his pecker. Then she proceeded on down his legs.
"Now," she said with a smile, "you may return to your former position."
Flop! and he was over.
"Yes, Ma'am!" he said eagerly.
Again more oil and she started up from his feet.
As she worked, she glanced across at Marleen frequently to see how she was doing. She had kept right up and by the look on Dan's face, she was doing great!
When Beverly reached the top of Bill's legs, she again quit and stepped away from the table.
"By God, if you do this many more times, I'm going to cry!" he yelled. His cock was jerking about menacingly.
"Cool it, baby," was her only reply. She motioned Marleen over to the buffet and again took out the two vibrators. Only the attachments were different.
She opened the box and showed Marleen the fake cunt.
"Pour oil into the hole before you jam it on him," she directed, "but before you use it at all, we'll tease them with this feather attachment. Dan has damn good control by now so you won't have to worry. I'll watch Bill real close this first time out."
Marleen giggled. "Lot's of times he doesn't even make it clear into my little box before he blows."
Beverly grinned. "Dan was like that for years. It takes age and one hell of a lot of practice, baby. Now, this last little goody isn't an attachment. It has its own little vibrator. Here's the switch.
It wasn't any thicker than a pencil and the end came to a fairly blunt point. The whole thing was made with rubber and Marleen was rubbing each with vaseline as Bev showed it to her.
"What do I do with it?" she asked perplexed.
"When he's just on the verge of ejaculating, you ram this up his ass. Just remember to have the damn thing turned on and don't forget what you're doing with the big vibrator."
"I don't think Bill will like that at all," Marleen said hesitantly.
"Oh, honey, you're out of your skull. This thing goes in and jiggles up that prostate gland and they spit cum half way across the room. He'll love it! Every man does!"
"Well, I'll try," Marleen answered skeptically, "but I'm glad it's you that's doing it to Bill. He'd kill me!"
Shaking her head over Marleen's naivete, Beverly returned to the couch and her "patient."
"It's about time," Bill whined.
"I just hope you've cooled down enough to be able to take this, Bill," she told him, "you'll miss one hell of a lot of fun if you haven't."
She flicked the switch and her vibrator leaped into action. Carefully, she applied the feathery tip to the base of Bill's cock. Bill nearly leaped off the couch.
"Shit!" he yelled.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"Nothing," he answered, "just WOW! That's all. Go ahead with it."
"Boy, I don't know," she said, half to herself as she carefully touched him again, "this isn't going to last very long, I'm afraid."
Every touch sent quaking vibrations through Bill's body. His arms and legs jerked and spasmed. She was careful not to apply her exquisite torture to any particularly sensitive area or he'd have erupted instantly. She feathered over his balls and up and around the lower part of his cock but she avoided the head and the area just beneath. Every few seconds she'd lift the machine clear away and let him ride the plateau he'd reached for a few, excruciating moments. She glanced over to see how the other pair were doing.
Dan was tense but controlled as always. She could see by the bulging muscles in his neck that Marleen was doing a competent job. The old boy could fool almost anybody but her. She always knew the exact degree of his reaction. The muscles and veins in his neck were a dead give-away.
"Please," Bill whispered huskily, jerking her attention back to her patient.
"Just a minute, lover," she said, "I've teased you long enough. I'm going to change attachments."
"Ohhhhhhh!" he moaned.
"It won't last long, baby," she told him, "but it will be a wild thing while it lasts. Bring your heels up as close to your ass as you can ... That's right. Now, let your knees drop to the sides ... Atta baby."
She held both vibrators ready for action. As she turned the fake pussy over and rammed it home, the warm, fragrant oil poured out over his cock and dribbled down his crack.
"OHHHHH! OH, SHIT!" he yelled, gyrating and moaning and twisting so fast she could barely keep with him. His balls gave a tremendous jerk and she flipped the switch on the little probe and rammed it home.
"OH, MY GOD!" he cried and then his body stiffened, his ass high in the air, and she pressed both machines as tightly to him as she could.
Bill had entered another world. Every artery and vein in his body was throbbing as hard as his prick. Even his brain seemed to be on fire and the throbbing went on and on and his cum spurted into the pussy over and over until he thought he'd pass out from the ecstatic sensations that flooded over him. Wave after wave, it came and when, finally, the tide began to ebb, his body was washed with a tremendous warmth. Weakly, he crashed down onto the couch and his arms and legs splayed out limply. He could hear nothing, see nothing. The blissful, heavenly warmth and weakness numbed all of his senses and soon he fell into a deep, restful sleep.
It was the end of the party for Bill.
CHAPTER NINE
Bill and Marleen had to leave early Sunday morning. They promised to meet again soon.
"It was a great weekend," Dan said on the way back from the airport.
"Mmmmmmm, yes," Beverly agreed, "and I think we helped them out a lot, too."
"Yes, that girl sure had a lot of hang-ups to overcome," he told his wife.
"Same with Bill!" she laughed, "Lord, I'd forgotten what a jack rabbit young men are. It was really terrible. You couldn't play around at all!"
"I noticed," Dan reached over to pat her knee, "poor baby, you were such a good sport about it."
Beverly shrugged. "Well, what can you do? After all, they were our guests and they were sweet kids. I loved the way you made him hold off all day Saturday ... and the massage. Well! If I'd had to ride him after all that build up, I would have had to leap aboard to have even been there when he blew."
Together they snickered, happy in the assurance of their own superiority. Then Dan pulled into their drive-way and their reverie was over.
The neighbors' driveway was less than ten feet away and nothing but grass separated them from the Negro couple who were out washing their car.
If they'd only bought that automatic garage door opener Dan had wanted last Christmas, they could now have avoided this confrontation But there was no way to avoid it.
"Be polite, Dan," Beverly begged, "please!"
"And friendly, I suppose?" he asked acidly.
"Yes," she answered almost meekly, "after all, Dan, we're sophisticated adults, not children."
"All right," he said with resignation, "but don't ever invite them to step onto this property."
"Of course not!" she answered.
Slowly they got out of the car. Beverly painted on her loveliest smile and turned toward the couple. They had not looked up from their work.
"Good morning," she said brightly.
The couple turned and smiled "Good morning to you," the woman answered, "isn't it a lovely day?"
Beverly hadn't really paid any attention but now she looked around her and felt the fresh air and answered, "Why yes! It really is."
Everyone laughed nervously. The tall Negro man was walking around the sudsed car to join his wife. Dan hurried around to Beverly and they all strolled toward the invisible property line.
Beverly was shocked by the size of the man. He must have been a football player. He was huge! Before she'd even realized what she was saying, she blurted, "My God! How big are you?" Dan pinched her waist so hard she almost cried out.
The other couple just laughed.
"I'm Chris," the woman said, "and this is my husband Nate. He got that big by eating his Wheaties and playing football to put himself through college."
"Well, I'm Beverly and this is Dan. If we ever decide to move the house forward to make room for a swimming pool, we'll know who to call."
"Who'd you play for?" Dan asked, finally finding his voice.
"I ended up with the Green Bay Packers," Nate answered, "but it's a hell of a way to make a living so I dropped out and went back to medical school."
Dan began snapping his fingers while he searched the back of his brain. "Nate ... Nate Brown! That's it. I saw you play the time you ran eighty-two yards for a touchdown!" He turned to his wife and the excitement of the memories made his eyes shine.
"A tackle, yet Beverly!" he told her, "can you believe it? The passer fumbled, the ball popped straight up out of his arms and this guy catches it and runs like a gazelle, all three hundred pounds of him!"
"Not quite," Nate corrected, "I was two seventy-five then and they said I ran more like a Mac truck with one tire flat."
Dan roared. "Yeh! You didn't look like any gazelle but you sure as hell ran like one."
"That was a long time ago," Nate mused.
"I remember thinking you must be nuts when I read you'd dropped out after only one season," Dan said.
Nate shrugged. 'I'd wanted to be a doctor for too many years. It just wasn't worth the risk. One accident and I could never have used my hands in an operation."
There was an awkward pause. There seemed nothing more to say.
"We've had company all weekend," Beverly said finally. "I'd better get started with the mopping up operation. The house is sure a mess."
"Yeh, uh, well, we'll see you later," Dan mumbled.
"Fine," Nate answered and Dan hated the easy, unruffled air about him. The Negro moved back around his car. "It was nice meeting you," he added.
"Yeh," Dan answered. It griped him to be so ill at ease. It should have been the other way around, he thought, disgusted with himself.
He was too irritated to even bother putting the car in the garage. He guided Beverly forcefully into the house.
"Well, that's over," Beverly announced as he closed the door.
"Did you have to get so damned personal?" Dan demanded, "my God! How big are you?" he simpered in a falsetto imitation of his wife.
"Cut the sarcasm," Beverly spat, "you certainly didn't stay aloof when you heard he was a Green Bay Packer!"
Dan sunk down into his easy chair. "Let's face it! We both got too damned friendly. We'll have to watch that."
"You're right," she agreed, "did you notice her hair? It was cropped just like an ornamental hedge!"
"Yeh, but it looked better than that greasy way they used to all wear it! I thought it kind of fit her, somehow."
"It hit me that way, too. She's got guts enough to use what she's got instead of trying to imitate a Caucasian hairdo. Did you see that neck of hers? She reminds me of Queen Nefertiti."
"By God! That's why she looked so damned familiar. You know, if her skin wasn't so damn chocolate, she'd be a real knock out!"
Beverly snickered. "The same with Nate. I used to have a real thing for football players when I was in college."
"Well, I'm not prejudiced so I can say honestly that they're both handsome people, but you wouldn't catch me calling them sexy! The thought turns my stomach!"
"Oh, me, too," Beverly quickly answered.
CHAPTER TEN
"You can't guess who we got a letter from?" Beverly told Dan before he even got his hat off. It was Tuesday evening and Beverly had quite a day for herself. To top it all off, she returned home to find the letter from her dear old friend.
"Well?" Dan demanded in an unusually gruff tone.
"Tilly and Paul!" she bubbled, unable to contain herself for even a bit of suspense.
"Well," Dan echoed himself in a friendlier note, "What have they been up to?"
"Dan, they're in Cincinnati now," she said, "They've met all sorts of new exciting people and they're going to have an orgy! They want us to come!"
"By the sound of your voice, there's nothing to discuss," he grinned, "I'll bet you've even made the plane reservations."
"Oh, Dan, can we go?" she begged.
"Hell, I don't know," he answered, "When is it? Occasionally, I do have to work, you know."
"The fifteenth and sixteenth. That's weekend after next."
Dan thought for a moment. "I guess so. I can't think of anything I'm supposed to do that week-end," he grinned, "Sure! We haven't seen them for years. It should be a real blast!"
Beverly was beside herself. She spent the next week making more preparations than if she were the hostess. After all, they'd aged some since their last meeting with the couple who'd introduced them to swapping. Beverly wanted to make sure Paul would not be disappointed in her now.
She had her hair restyled, bought some sexy new clothes. She even bought Dan a pair of shorts with some risque slogans embroidered on the fly and a padlock at the rear! Every afternoon she took a sunbath in her scantiest bikini and wished she had enough privacy to go it bare.
The first afternoon she noticed Nate out mowing the back yard in swimming trunks, she nearly choked on her drink. My God, what a body, she thought.
"I thought you worked for a living," she called across to him.
"I'm on nights at the moment," he said, "You trying to catch up with the Browns?" he asked.
She frowned for a moment until she realized he was talking about her effort to get a tan. Then she laughed with delight.
"What are you?" she giggled, "Some kind of a nut? ... or a relative of Bill Cosby's."
"Why of course," he answered, "We're blood brothers. Can't you tell?" His voice was so deep and resonant that he could speak in a normal tone and she could hear every word while she was nearly having to shout. He cut the motor on the mower and walked over to the fence. His movements were casual and relaxed, yet every muscle rippled as he moved. Beverly nearly moaned at the beauty of him.
"You and your husband haven't known many Negroes have you?" he asked matter-of-factly.
Beverly flushed. "No," she answered finally, 'T guess it sounds ridiculous, but I was nervous as a cat the other day when we met you and so was Dan."
"That's natural," he replied, "Chris and I have been living in a white world for a long time and we understand. You were both damned pleasant and, frankly, it meant a lot." He grinned as she twisted sensuously over onto her side. "I must say, you don't seem nervous now."
Beverly hoped he'd gotten a real eye full. Lord, what am I thinking, she thought. "That nutty remark about keeping up with the Browns sort of brought it out of me, I guess," she told him.
"That's why I said it," he laughed, "It's a lot easier after it's out in the open. It's not that way with a lot of Negroes. Some are so damned mixed up that they're mad if people ignore the difference and mad if they don't. Chris and I like it open. Any time you have any questions, no matter how nutty, just ask."
"Frankly, I can't think of a thing at the moment," Beverly said, "Oh! I have a question! Would you like a drink?"
"That is a stupid question!" he laughed.
Beverly hopped up and zipped into the kitchen. She was back in a flash with two tall glasses. She hoped he didn't notice how her hands were shaking.
* * *
That evening, she didn't tell Dan about her visit with Nate. He would never understand. Dan didn't even ask her how her day had gone. He was in a blue funk.
"Dinner won't be ready for at least an hour," she told him. "Take your drink on out to the garage and work with your thing-a-ma-bobs. They always calm your nerves better than a tranquilizer." Fondly, she kissed his cheek.
"Think I will," he decided, "I'm sure up-tight for some reason."
"Think sexy thoughts, love," she called after him, "I'll just have to fuck that mood out of you tonight."
"I'll count on that," he said as he closed the kitchen door.
He'd just taken out his tools when he heard a car drive up the driveway next door. A door opened and then he heard a sharp cry of pain. Without thinking, he dropped his tool kit and sprinted out the door.
"What's the matter?" he asked as he neared the XKE.
"I twisted my ankle trying to get out," she groaned. The Negress was sitting back inside the little fastback with just her ankle and hand out of the door as she massaged her injury.
"Frankly," she said, "I never have figured out how people get in and out of these things."
She giggled and then groaned again, "That's my problem," she told him, "I've never learned how, either. This is Nate's car. We traded this morning so he could take his buddies golfing. Ohhhh! It smarts!"
"Let me see if I can help you?" he offered and reached in to help her out. It was a slow process. Every time he grabbed for her he met bare skin and at first he had to brace himself to even touch her. When he finally had her standing on one foot, free of the car entirely, he could see why he'd run into so much skin. She was wearing a gold lame bikini.
"You didn't go to work in this!" he said and he was slipping into an advanced case of shock fast!
"No, silly," she answered, "I've spent a heavenly afternoon swimming with friends. Now, would you help me get into the house?"
Dan lifted her easily into his arms and was surprised at himself. He could just as easily have given her an arm to lean on. At the front door, he put her down gently, took her key and unlocked the door. When it was open, he swooped her up again and moved into the dark room.
"Over here," she said and he turned around so that she could turn on the light. Cautiously, he breathed, first shallowly and then quite deeply. He couldn't smell a thing! How odd.
"Where would you like to be deposited?" he asked gallantly.
"Would it shock you if I asked to be carried into the bath? I should get this ankle in cold water right away."
"I believe I have been in a bathroom before," he laughed, "Just tell me where."
She directed him down a long hall and into the master bedroom. It was decorated in a wild African-modern motif that somehow suited her beautifully.
"Wow!" he commented.
"The bath is over there," she told him.
"Yeh," he answered her and, jerking his mind back to reality, he carried her into the adjoining room.
The bath was quite large and he lowered her to a small leather bench beside a sunken tub.
Then he straightened and looked around him. Even this room was African with the floor and tub tile done in a wild orange and brown and gold primitive pattern.
"Thank you," she said with a definite finality.
"Glad I could help," Dan answered quickly, "You'll have to forgive my bad manners. I've never seen a house quite like yours and interior decorating is sort of a hobby of mine. Good night." Quickly, he backed out of the room.
"Mr. Evans," she called and he froze, midway across the bedroom.
"Yes?" he answered without moving so much as a muscle.
"Feel free to look around all you like," she said, "I'm delighted you like it." Then he heard the lock click on the bathroom door and the water start flowing.
He'd told a bare-faced lie. Sure, the house was exciting but not nearly as exciting as that sexy body he'd just run away from. My God! The feel of her! Her round, high ass, like two hard bowling balls made his cock twitch and jerk just to think about it. What love handles they were!
He gave the living room only a cursory glance as he hurried through. This was one experience he certainly couldn't share with Beverly. She'd never understand. He couldn't begin to understand it himself!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
On the afternoon of the fifteenth, Dan and Beverly caught the plane for Cincinnati. The kids had elected to stay home with the maid rather than go to grandmother's. They sure were growing up fast, Beverly thought.
For some reason, she couldn't get too excited about this trip. She'd been so happy about it at first but it seemed, of late, she could think of nothing but Nate. She spent her days outside, hoping to see him come walking out the back door. When she did see him, she was nearly too breathless to talk. The whole thing, was absolutely ridiculous. She was acting like a twelve-year-old school girl. But desires the ebony man raised in her were definitely adult.
"Sure hope there aren't a lot of clods at this gang-bang," Dan mused aloud, cutting into her thoughts.
"I can hardly see either Tilly or Paul putting up with a clod for long" she answered, "Good lord, they must be in their fifties by now. For some reason I never even thought about their getting older."
"Paul probably has more control than fire by now," Dan said, "I wonder if blacks ever gain control?"
"What?!" Beverly sat up with a start, "What made you think such a thought."
Dan shrugged. "I haven't the least idea," he said, "They just are so basic and unsophisticated."
He could have kicked himself for mouthing such a thought aloud. He'd just had Chris on his mind so much lately that he couldn't seem to control his thoughts. Those wildly erect, muscular tits of hers, the tiny waist and flat belly. The glow of her rich brown skin and the way she held her finely chiseled head so high and proud on her swan-like neck. She was aloof and distant with an animal grace that enflamed him and the very fact that she was a forbidden fruit made her all the more exciting. How his body screamed to taste her. He was relieved when the "safety belt" sign flashed on. There would be little time to think about her for the next couple of days.
* * *
Beverly had not wired their flight number or landing time to Tilly. She knew she'd be far too busy to worry about meeting them and it would be easier for them this way. They picked up their luggage and found a cab.
"I hope I get in a sexier mood soon," she remarked, "I'll be the clod if I'm not careful."
Dan smiled at his wife. It was comfortable living with a woman who mirrored his own feelings so often. "I was just thinking this was more like a trip to a funeral than an orgy."
The cab driver's ears seem to perk as he straightened in his seat, so they were careful not to talk about anything but the scenery for the rest of the trip. When they were out of the cab, Dan paid the man at the curb and said "no" when the cabbie made a move to pick up the bags. The man got in his cab and took forever getting things arranged to suit himself before he finally gave up and drove away. Dan would not budge from the curb until he was gone.
At the door, Beverly knocked the big brass door knocker while Dan held the luggage. The door opened almost immediately and there was Tilly. She hadn't changed a bit.
"Darlings!" she squealed and the two women rushed into each other's arms.
Dan slid in between them and the edge of the door and dropped the suitcases on the floor. He looked up and Paul was hurrying across the crowded room toward him.
"Dan!" he yelled, "Long time, no see!"
"Hey, there old buddy," Dan grabbed him by the shoulders, "How the heck have you been?" Then everybody was talking all at once. Tilly and Paul were trying to make introductions and Dan and Beverly couldn't catch even half the names.
"Our plane was held up for so long before take off, I was afraid the party would be half over before we got here," Dan told his host.
"I just made everybody wait," Paul answered with a grin, "Of course, they've been busy getting acquainted."
Dan grinned down at a couple sharing one big easy chair. The man had one hand rammed down the front of her dress and the other up under her skirt. Her hand was buried in his crotch, hidden under the unzipped fly. They both looked up and grinned.
"I'm John Turner," he said, "I'd shake hands but I'm a little busy. This is Mary Lou."
"We'll have to get acquainted," Dan said. "Hmmmmmmmmm, yes," she purred. Then her eyes rolled back under her half closed lids and her mouth opened slackly. "Ohhhhhhhh, Johnny," she moaned. "Right there, Ohhhhhh!" Dan and Paul moved over to the couple on the couch. A plump brunette sat with a young man's head in her lap. One tit was hanging out of her blouse and the man was busy sucking on the huge nipple. He nodded his introduction. The woman said she still had one faucet open if he'd care to indulge. Promising he'd get to her later, he turned with Paul toward the other room. And Dan stopped dead in his tracks!
There, dancing with a Swede, was a chocolate-colored negress. She looked nothing like Chris but her very presence startled Dan. She felt him staring at her and turned to stare back, her eyes taking him in from head to toe.
"Hello, lover," she said huskily.
"Hello, yourself," he answered, a flush of embarrassment flowing through him.
"This is Dietta, Dan. She's an experience you won't want to miss," Paul told him.
"God," Dan moaned, "I guess not!"
* * *
Beverly had just run into a similar problem. As she and Tilly made the rounds of introductions, she suddenly turned and discovered herself facing a towering hunk of black male flesh. He was standing there, two drinks in his hands, waiting to see which way she would go so that he might pass back to his seat.
"Beverly, this is Will," Tilly purred, "He's got the most divine pecker you ever met."
They stared at each other for a long moment and Beverly felt the heat already growing in her loins.
"Is there a line or do we take a number for you?" she asked.
The big man grinned. "For you, I think I could arrange a private showing."
"Showing, hell," she told him, "I want a complete demonstration!"
"Certainly, madam. It's a usual feature of the showing."
"Mmmmmm, good," she sighed, "I hate to look and not be able to touch. Hurry up and give that second drink and a quickie to your date. I want to get at you before you get worn out."
"Nobody wears Will out," Tilly laughed. "ATTENTION, EVERYBODY!" Paul was calling. "MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION, Thank you."
He jumped up on a large coffee table. "We have some games for you here tonight, with prizes and everything. Now if you want to play, take an envelope when they're handed out. If you do, you will be promising to follow all directions. If you don't, you'll have to stand back and watch and you cannot take part in any of the activities until after the games are completely over. Is that understood?"
Every single person in the room took an envelope. Altogether, there were twenty-four people plus the host and hostess.
"Alright, Does everyone have an envelope?" he asked.
Everyone yelled in the affirmative. He turned to Tilly. "How many did you give out?" he asked.
"All twenty-four!" she squealed in unabashed delight, "Not a party pooper in the bunch!"
"Alright!" he called again. "Open your envelopes ... everyone with a number one through eight step forward." All eight eagerly gathered about the fireplace.
In front of the fireplace there were two divans facing each other about six feet apart. He directed two couples to sit down on each divan.
"This is an easy one for openers," he said. "None of you are allowed to touch one another...."
The participants groaned in unison.
"Your teammates will be the couple directly across from you on the other couch. The first team of four couples to get their rocks off wins." The audience cheered. Several participants seemed confused.
"No touching," he continued, "You'll all have to do it by masturbating yourselves...."
"Oh, NO!" several contestants cried out in mock horror. The audience roared.
"The only help you can expect is whatever erotic piece of wiggling your teammates across from you can do to give you visual stimulation."
By now the audience was convulsed and the teams were laughing and making faces.
Beverly moved over to Dan. "What the hell is this?" she whispered.
He shook his head. "It sounds nauseating to me," but as they looked about them, everyone else seemed very excited. The negress was in this first group and Dan carefully stationed himself behind the opposing couch so he could see her every move.
"READY? ... SET! ... GO!!!" Paul yelled.
At the word "go," the black girl raised her thighs high and slid her skirt down over her hips. Next came a bright orange pair of panties and then her knees spread wide, opening up a scarlet slit in a deep valley with chocolate-colored mountains on either side. Her forest was a mass of black, tight little ringlets that looked as though they had been neatly trimmed. Her smoky finger slid down into the scarlet river and she began gyrating her thighs about, arching her groin into the finger.
"We can't touch, maybe," a woman across from the negress said, "but he didn't say we couldn't talk!"
The audience cheered!
"Pull that blouse away and let me see those sexy black titties, Dietta," she ordered, Mmm-mmmm, yes. They're so nice."
Dan's mouth dropped open as the black girl pulled her blouse aside. Her finger never left the hot red meat in her valley. Her tits were jutting, muscular boobs with huge puffy nipples. Dan's mouth watered as he stared at them and his tongue absently rolled around his mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, baby," the speaker went on, "How I'd like to be over there grinding against that wild, hot meat. You've got a bud so big and swollen, you could almost fuck me with it."
"I've got a piece of meat that wouldn't mind screwing into that red cunt of yours, either," one of the men said. He lifted his ass high off the cushion and stabbed through the ring of his fingers, pointing it at the red slit across from him.
The negress didn't answer. She'd closed her eyes and was moaning as she writhed in sensuous contortions. She had raised her groin high and now she spread her legs very wide. While one hand worked her slit, she reached down with the other hand and began stabbing her cunt with two fingers.
"My God," Dan whispered aloud, and he almost blew his famous control.
"Eeeeeeeeeee!" screamed the smoky seductress and then her motions doubled their tempo and she was stabbing and jerking with the speed of a dog humping his bitch.
"Ugh! Ugh! UGH!" she grunted and the man across from her moaned and his cum shot out onto the carpeting in long thin spurts.
"Ugh, ugh, UGH!" she continued, and the woman across from her stiffened and cried out as her orgasm shook her.
The man next to the negress groaned, then leaned far forward to look down into her writhing slit. "Oh, shit!" he yelled and then he fell back, spread his legs and jacked off a wide, spurting stream.
"OOOOOOOOOOO!" the scarlet lips cried out in sweet agony and the black, writhing body stiffened and her pagan moans and wailings announced the obvious crest.
Dan was ringing wet as he turned away. He'd have a piece of that meat soon or die for the lack of it!
"The winner!" Paul announced and the audience broke into a wild applause.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Dan," Beverly hissed, "Let's get out of here. These people are mad!"
Dan agreed completely with his wife but he knew he'd never be satisfied until he got this black woman out of his system. Better to do it here than to make a fool of himself back in the neighborhood where everyone would know.
"Don't be silly, Beverly, He chided. "It was just a little game."
"Yeh, a tame one for openers," she reminded him.
"You're just not in the mood, yet, honey," he said soothingly, "You've known Tilly and Paul long enough to know they aren't going to do anything we wouldn't like."
"OK, folks!" Paul called for attention, "Numbers nine through sixteen step forward ... if you dare!"
A titter ran through the crowd and "oh, no" was heard here and there as eight people discovered they were next.
"The lucky contestants will follow me to the basement. When we're all ready, I'll give the signal and Tilly will lead the audience down for the fun."
Most of the people left waiting gravitated to the bar to refresh their drinks. There was speculation over what "fun" kind of game the inventive host and hostess had dreamed up this time.
Dan was in that second group. Beverly was not. She noticed the Negro hulk also head downstairs and she found her curiosity overcoming her dread as the moments dragged by.
When Tilly finally announced that the contestants were ready there was an almost instant jam created at the head of the stairs as everyone rushed forward. Beverly was right in the middle of the pack, giving it her all.
As she was joggled and pushed down the stairs, her eyes widened in horror at the first glimpse she got of the arena. Five posts had been set up, each about four feet apart and four women were tied, with both arms and legs spread-eagled between the posts. She fully expected to see her husband enter with a big bull whip any second. She heard the word "sadism" popping up in snatches of conversation all over the place and the voices she heard seemed delighted at the prospect.
"Your attention, please," Paul called and an instant hush descended upon the crowd.
"We've got a real switch for you this time," he chortled, "I want four men to help me with the final preparations. How about you, Tom ... and Herb? Fine. Let's see. Ben, how about you and Les?"
The four held a hurried consultation with their host and turned around grinning broadly as he again raised his hand for silence.
"Okay! We're ready," he called. "The object of this little game will become perfectly obvious when we begin so I won't spoil it for you by explaining. Line up men!"
The four male contestants including Dan and Will lined up at one end of the room while the four assistants took their places next to the staked women. Beverly held her breath.
"Ready? Set? GO!" he shouted and the men raced across to the women. They threw their arms up into the air and the assistant manacled them to the same posts that held the women. First one wrist and then the other were pulled up and out until they were tightly bound. Then the assistants grabbed for an ankle. The shackles were snapped on and the leg pulled until the men were hopping about trying to support themselves on one foot. Then even this support was jerked from under them and soon all four naked men were staked in exactly the same position as the women and facing them. Several of the men were already mouthing their women as hard as they could. Others rubbed against protruding tits. Only the Negro was already hard and ready and he began humping frantically as he tried to insert his huge purple cock into the cunt of his partner. The women were all wriggling trying to help.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" sighed the one with Will as he finally rammed home the huge staff clear to the hilt.
"Shit," Beverly heard Dan yell and then he began to laugh, "This sure as hell isn't easy!"
The crowd roared!
The girl with Dan was laughing so hard she couldn't even help him. Finally, they began swaying back and forth with an opposing rhythm, their bodies slapping together with a resounding smack as they met. She arched up her groin and several times, he nearly hit the hole.
"You missed by a pussy hair, fella," the assistant called from just beneath them. He'd laid down to get a worm's eye view.
"It hurts like hell to get stabbed in the wrong place," the girl groaned.
And then he made it and the crowd cheered wildly.
"Now get to work, you bastard," the girl said with mock irritation and they began pumping smoothly against one another. The other two couples still hadn't made their connection. A few in the crowd began to boo.
"This really is a wild feeling," the girl with Will panted. "My God, there's so many ways to twist and turn. Mmmmmmmmm!"
"We've simply got to put some posts in our basement," a woman in the audience called to her husband.
"That's a swinging idea," another said.
"Swinging is the word for it! Look at those two go!" a man behind Beverly said and then whistled low and hungrily.
And they were going wild. Beverly began to wonder if Dan might not catch up and pass the Negro but it was the Negro who held her inter est. Gad, what a beautiful beast, she thought The muscles rippled as he humped and ever inch of him was working. He had rhythm that began at his ankles and worked on up like a snake gliding along the ground. He was large in the shoulders and ridiculously small in the waist. His butt was round and then he broadened out again in the thighs. By the look of his partner's face, he was doing a fabulous job. Her mouth hung slack, her eyes were closed and she was panting like she'd just surfaced for the third time.
A third couple finally had managed to meet down at the pass and the crowd broke into a wild cheer. Beverly was quite sure the last couple would never connect since the girl was only half the size of the man and her cunt hung a good six inches below her partner's crotch. They were putting on an exciting show trying, however.
The Negro's partner began to moan and all eyes turned to watch. Beverly shivered at the sight. Her own loins were damp and burning. He stopped his undulating movement and for a moment ground slowly against her, pushing first with one muscular rump and then the other. Beverly groaned softly, never realizing she had made a sound. No one paid attention, for many of the other women were groaning, too. A few, who'd found partners were being manually relieved as they watched but no one took their eyes off of the black and white couple hanging from the posts. The negro had finished his grinding and now he went to work with the final strokes to put them over the finish line. While Dan and his partner were tiring from their strenuous effort, the black man was now just beginning with his. His strokes were powerful and long, plunging deeply into the girl. She did not attempt to match his rhythm but simply writhed from side to side, totally abandoning all competitive spirit as she submerged herself in waves of passion. Her head hung backward, her long hair flaying from side to side, her breasts arched forward gazing against the black, muscular chest. Her waist was bent back as she arched her groin forward and up as high as she could to receive all he would give her, and give it to her, he did!
Then her arms began to twitch and her legs jerked and she cried out her passionate sensations for all the crowd to hear. Her moans set up quivering vibrations through Beverly's body. She could almost believe it was her cunt clutching that fat black cock. Her legs were spread and her mound arched forward, pressing against the woman in front of her. No one noticed. They were all feverish with want.
"OOOOOOOH!" the girl moaned in a horrendous crescendo and she seemed to stiffen and rise as her thighs echoed the jerking pulsations of her quivering meat.
Then they all saw the Negro brace for the last plunge. His effort was tremendous and as he rammed it home, he forced the girl backward and then ground out his release against her. His big balls were jerking wildly and then as he began to finally relax, the cum oozed out and dribbled slowly down the insides of the girl's legs.
The crowd went wild. It was the greatest show any of them had ever seen!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Beverly did not bother to watch the others. Nothing could have added to the climax she had already witnessed. Quickly, she headed upstairs to the bar. She needed a good stiff belt. She needed a man, and fast, but a drink would have to do for the moment.
She knew that no one would be interested in private activities until after the last game and, if she could have found relief, it would only have slowed down her reactions when her turn came. She had no idea what she'd have to do but whatever it was, she intended to get it over with as quickly as possible. She had a secret weapon that should help. All she'd have to do was think of that big black man and it would be over in a matter of seconds.
It was fifteen minutes before the third participant finished and they had already pulled the fourth couple down. They were "incompatible" but after their ordeal, they promptly slid into the first couch and finished off what they had tried to start.
"Incompatible, hell," the male contender yelled, "All we needed was a little more slack in the rope!" Everyone roared. Then they headed for the bar.
Then Paul was yelling for attention again and Beverly found herself shivering with anticipation.
"This time," he said, "I want numbers seventeen through twenty-four ... but we're going to split this group into two contests. First, we want just the ladies."
"Wheeee!" Someone in the audience yelled, "I'd rather watch girls go at it than anything!" Beverly glanced at the other three gals and hoped she'd get the big titted little blonde.
"Just a god-damned minute," a big male voice interrupted. I'm number 23, and if these gals are going to do a little loving I want to know EXACTLY what you plan for the boys!"
The crowd roared!
"Don't give it a thought Phil," Paul told him, "In the first place, you've all jumped to conclusions about the girls!"
"Wow!" someone yelled, "I'm sure glad I didn't catch the mumps from my kids! I sure wouldn't have wanted to miss this party!"
"We're going to need some assistants again. How about the men who're going to perform next?" Paul asked, "Need a little stimulation?"
"Yea!" they shouted.
"OK, numbers seventeen through twenty-four follow me on down to the basement," he ordered, "The rest of you wait just like last time."
Beverly was a bit disappointed that it wasn't to be a lesbian thing, but she was hot enough by now that she really didn't much care what they did to her so long as it got the job done. She went down the stairs with the others and Paul asked the girls to take off their clothes. Beverly kept her eyes on the big titted blonde as she undressed. Might as well be as ready as possible, she thought. The sight of the bulging boobs with their pastel, rose-bud nipples helped raise her temperature at least two degrees.
"Fine," Paul said, rubbing his hands together with delight. "What a bulging bunch of pulchritude! You're a delight to these old tired eyes."
"Tired, my pussy," the little blonde laughed. "You still got more to give than I can take."
"Yeh, grandpa," another laughed, "Me, too."
"Well, I like to at least appear modest," he said. "Now, if you'll step over to the posts, this little game starts out just like the last one. Boys, help the ladies, will you?"
Beverly found the idea of being trussed up spread-eagle kind of exciting.
"Paul," she asked as she held up one hand to be shackled, "There won't be any pain, will there? I mean you haven't taken up sadism since "
Paul laughed. "No my dear," he promised, "I don't go for hurting beautiful women. Pigs, maybe, but never beautiful women like you."
She smiled and relaxed. Paul would not lie to her, she was sure. Whatever he planned, it would be all sex and all fun, she was sure.
When all of the girls were trussed, he walked to the stairs and waved to Tilly. Then he led the men into an adjoining room. The crowd started down the stairs just a few moments later and there was an undercurrent of "Oohs" and Aahs" as the crowd gathered around them.
Then Paul pushed his way through the crowd and raised his arm for quiet. The hush was almost instant and Beverly could actually feel the tension of the spectators.
Her wrists were beginning to ache a little and she wondered how much of this sort of thing she could actually take. Her body felt wonderfully free except for the tautly drawn wrists and arms.
"Now for something really exciting!" Paul said and there was no ignoring the tense delight of anticipation in his voice.
"We recently had the good fortune to meet a man with a most unusual business, that of giving pleasure to men and women, especially those who are alone and lonely. He has been kind enough to come here tonight and furnish us with a demonstration. After the show is over, any of you who might care to make a purchase are free to do so."
Not a murmur rose from the crowd. They seemed not even able to breath.
"Alright!" he called, "Will my assistant bring in the surprises."
The door opened and Beverly could hear the audience gasp before she could see. Then the crowd parted and the first man came through carrying ... My God, it was a dog!
"Oh no!" she cried, horrified at the thought. Her skin crawled and her face jerked with disgust. The animal revolted her.
It was a basset hound, heavy and squat and hung like a damned bull. The man stopped right in front of her.
No wonder they'd tied her, she thought. The next man carried a dachshund. She glanced over at the girl tied to the next post and discovered, with shock, that the girl was panting and humping already, begging for the vile animal to take her. Beverly shivered with distaste and looked back at the dog in front of her. How could she possibly go through with this.
Then, as she searched her mind, the animal unsheathed his long, scarlet, pointed prick. It began stabbing at her over and over as the animal twisted, trying to escape the firm grip that held him. Curiosity slowly replaced revulsion. She couldn't remember ever having seen a dog's penis before. What a wild looking instrument it had. She glanced again down the line of women and saw that they were all panting for it. They were no longer ladies at a cocktail party. They weren't even sexy broads at a swap party. They were animal now. She glanced back down the line of dogs and then she knew exactly what to do.
It was all she could do to keep from smiling to herself at the thought. The trick was no different than with women. She simply would put on her old show for the people ... but this time it would be far more effective. She was shackled. She was helpless. She could not help from being ravished. If only Dan would keep his nose out of it, she could have a really unique experience and still walk out of here a lady. That was certainly some prick, red and raw looking, more like a woman's meat than a man's cock. With effort, she smeared a look of horrified distaste across her face. She couldn't protest or refuse. Some idiot might just take pity on her. She'd be the good sport to the bitter end, and again she stifled a giggle as she thought what a red-hot end that goofy looking animal had.
"Ready? Set! ATTACK!" Paul yelled. The men stepped forward, one hand holding the base of the dog's cock as they guided them toward the women's slits. The organs were stabbing wildly and the men were having trouble holding on to the slippery things. Beverly leaned back away from the thing. She could hear the audience roar as one after another of the girls connected and she held until she was sure she was the last. The man was getting frantic, trying to make the contact. Slowly, Beverly could hear the gasps as the audience realized there was an unwilling participant. She jerked and thrashed, the wet slithering cock slid around in her slit. The feel of it was exciting beyond belief! Carefully, she measured the animal's strokes, trying to keep from showing her panting, choked gasps. Then, when she was sure of his movements, she jerked at just the right moment and impaled herself.
There was no cheer. The audience gasped as though an unwilling virgin had been impaled and she went limp at that moment, seeming to give up. It was a beautiful show. She could feel her audience with her all the way. Then, before someone could demand that she be released from her ordeal, she raised her head, her eyes filled with surprise. It took a supreme effort. The wet, slithering prick was swelling inside of her, the heat so much hotter than a man and she was nearly out of her head with the excitement of it. She began to writhe, slowly, slowly and the holding, the self control she had forced upon herself only made her climb to the brink faster.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned finally, and the audience began screaming for her.
"Go! Go! GO!" they screeched and she arched her groin and began humping, with the same quick stabs used by the dog.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she whispered and the crowd hushed to catch her every word.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" she cried as her voice became louder and louder in a cascade of passion.
She felt the dog spurt cum in the pit of her cunt and the feel of this bestial act drove her to the very brink of orgasm. The cock was still hard and swollen and now that the dog had quit jerking about, she could lengthen her strokes, slowing deliciously as she sailed along, riding the very edge for long, sensuous moments before she pressed hard against the animal and slid wildly over the edge, jerking, quivering out her tremendous release.
Slowly, she floated back to reality. She had forgotten the race altogether, having fallen back into her old habit of making every moment last as long as possible. Now, she blinked her eyes and pretended to be a little shocked by all the passion she had shown. Her audience, and they had all certainly been hers, roared their approval.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Beverly didn't wait for the last show. Heading upstairs, she went directly to the bar. There were canapes and she always found herself ravenous after sex. She stopped by the bathroom to clean up a bit and then, drink and tidbit in hand she made her way to the dining room where a delightful buffet had been set. Greedily, she heaped a plate full of goodies and found a comer to sit down.
Several men asked her if she needed a little company and she told each of them that, at the moment, she needed to eat and gather herself together. Each sympathized and told her what a dirty trick she'd had played on her. She answered, "Oh no, I was just terribly embarrassed to be such a poor sport."
She was surprised not to see Dan. She expected him to be the first to console her but obviously, the show had gotten him so hot, he trotted off to soak his swollen cock in some sympathetic pussy. Idly, she wondered who he'd chosen. She was always curious about the women he chose, just as he was about her. Let's see, there were thirteen women present counting the hostess. She could rule herself and three of the women out since they'd just finished a pretty sensational climax. That left nine possibilities. The main floor was pretty empty because the last game was going on or about to. She got up, still nibbling from her plate, and strolled toward the stairs. She met Tilly in the kitchen. That left eight.
From the head of the stairs she could see six others. She took a step or two down the stairs and caught a glimpse of pink legs. She stopped right there, stunned by the realization that Dan Evans was off somewhere with the Negro girl. The idea didn't really shock her. If anything it struck as being funny after all his protesting on that subject. Slowly, she returned to the living room and sat down to finish her meal. A dreamy smile spread across her face as the full implications began to dawn on her. If not Nate and Chris, why not Dietta and Will. It was all the same thing. Maybe, just maybe they could manage a weekend with the couple. That ought to get this black thing out of her system ... Her?
Hell, it was evidently bugging Dan just as much as it was her.
Will was down watching the games. Beverly set down her plate and poured herself another drink. Might as well get down there and start making a pass at him.
* * *
Dan had watched Beverly with the dog. He had been horrified and hot. When it was over, he turned and nearly bumped into Dietta.
"Help me," he whispered huskily, automatically.
"Love to," she answered and he took her arm and rushed her up the stairs.
"This way," he mumbled as they turned into the hall.
"You've been here before, I see," she said.
"Ten years ago, I used to come here every weekend. Tilly and Paul were our first," he said.
She grinned. "Ours too," she said, "It was so funny. Will and I sing in a club here in town and Paul simply walked up to us one night and asked us point blank if we'd like to come to a swapping party."
Dan stopped. "Are you kidding?" he asked but he could see that she wasn't. "My God, have they gone off their rockers?"
"Why?" she asked, "Because they proposition Negroes? You won't believe this but we get asked more or less the same question nearly every week?"
"And do you take them up on it?" Dan asked incredulously.
"Heavens no!" she laughed, "Only Paul and Tilly."
"And why them?" he wondered aloud.
"Because they were honest enough to tell us they wanted to try it with us because we were black," she said looking him straight in the eye.
Dan had just closed the bedroom door behind them and he was ashamed of the way he'd rushed her off and hidden. With any other woman, he wouldn't have bothered to leave the living room.
"All right," he said finally, "I'm a son-of-a-bitch. Negroes moved in next door to us a couple of months ago and I've been wanting to screw that girl since the first night I saw her. Swappers don't usually walk up and proposition people ... hell, they don't ever do that! I don't know how Paul and Tilly got the guts enough to do it with you, but I'll tell you one thing. They damn well don't ask their neighbors. We all protect our reputations in the community. Whether I want Chris because she's black or not ... well, that's probably it, but I can't just go over and ask her."
Dietta placed two smoky fingers across his lips.
"Hush lover," she whispered, "I understand.
I couldn't resist tweaking you a little, that's all. I'm really quite used to white men being embarrassed for wanting me. Come, let's integrate."
"Oh, baby," he moaned, pulling her into his arms. His lips didn't hesitate but clamped down on hers with a hunger of long denial. His tongue slipped into her mouth and tasted and it was good.
Dan felt the impatience of youth. Like a young buck, he swooped the girl up into his arms and hurried to the bed. He sat down, with her still in his arms and remembered the urges that had washed over him as he sat Chris down on the bench in her bathroom the night she hurt her ankle. He looked down at the chocolate nymph and realized, for the first time, that she was not at all like Chris. It was a shock.
Dietta was hot and ready, her mouth slightly open, her eyelids partially closed. She rubbed her cheek sensuously against his shoulder and arched her breasts up to graze against him. No, she was not at all like the cool, queenly Chris.
A calmness descended over Dan. He still wanted this lusty wench very much but he was burning with curiosity about his reactions to her at the same time.
"Funny," he murmured.
Dietta opened her eyes and ginned at him. "You've changed your mind?" she asked with a humor in her voice.
"Not about wanting you," he answered, "Hell no!"
"What then?" she asked.
"I'm not really sure," he answered perplexed. His hands reached up to stroke her wonderfully erect, muscular breasts, "Maybe I'm just beginning to realize what a provincial clod I really am. I suddenly realized that you aren't at all like Chris. Why the hell should I have thought black women would be alike in the first place?"
Dietta laughed with throaty animal delight. "There may be hope for you, yet, baby! You've just taken a giant step in the right direction."
It was enough for now. She seemed so pleased with his inane remark that he no longer felt guilty for having acted like he wanted to hide with her. He stretched back on the bed and pulled her down beside him.
"You make me feel like a kid," he laughed, "I seem to loose all finesse around you. I'm not even sure I have much control left."
She wriggled against him. "Don't mess around with that jazz with me, baby. Give it to me wild and hot. Save your damned civilization for the white frails." She began slapping his chest in a staccato rhythm with the palms of her hands. "Give me a beat that's native! Be an animal!" she growled out the words in a low, husky tone. "Fuck me ... and suck me ... and treat me ROUGH!" she rasped, punctuating the rhythm of her voice with the beat of her hands on his chest.
He listened to her in awe, the heat of her words reaching and twisting his brain with lust and the beat of her hands became the beat of his blood as it pounded through his body. With one wild lunge of his ass, he impaled her and then rolled her over with him and rose above her.
Her legs swung up and locked about him and he began twisting and tracing circles in the air with his ass as he slowly drove his cock into her fiery cunt.
"Go, baby, go!" she chanted and his sweat beaded and began to run down his face as he pumped against her scarlet slit.
"I don't want it over so fast," he protested but he was powerless to control the tremendous lust she had created in him.
"Let it go, baby!" she growled, "Let it all spurt out! When you think you've shot your last, I'm gonna eat me some of that white man's meat and you'll screw me again!"
"Oh shit!" he muttered, so hot he no longer cared about anything but his own lustful needs. His cock was stabbing into her rippling, muscular hole with short, fast strokes and he jerked from side to side and around and around as he felt every heavenly sensation she had to offer. In a frenzy he moaned and groaned, louder and louder, frantic for relief from the terrible fiery tension she'd built in him.
"What a great, fucking slut you are," he hissed, suddenly animal to the point he had to mouth the obscenities that filled his brain. "You were Eve! You were the black she-bitch with the apple! You're a magnet, drawing out a man's life blood! A vampire, sucking him dry! Oh God! Oh God! You'll drive me insane!"
Her body was working like a snake, jerking like an animal and yet smooth and seductively uninhibited. She worked her groin against him, grinding in wide, erotic circles that brought him from one peak and released him on one that was even higher. Again and again, just as he was going over the edge she would lift his fire and make him bear his agony to yet a higher peak.
"Let me go! Let me Go!" he pleaded and she laughed in a low wild animal guttural.
"Go, baby, GO!" she yelled back and then she slammed her slit tight up against him and rubbed out his release, her cunt sucking out his cum, her muscles milking him over and over until he was bone dry.
He did not float down the mountain. He crashed! Exhausted, he dropped to her side rolling onto his back and splayed out his limbs in utter exhaustion.
"I think you killed it," he whispered weakly, and glancing down between his legs, he said "Yes, it's dead."
Dietta shrieked with laughter.
"Only stunned, lover," she whispered finally and the tone of her voice told Dan that she had not been satisfied. He turned to her, filled with concern. "Dietta, I'm sorry. I don't know when I ever was such a pig. You had me so hot I forgot all about you."
"Don't sweat it, lover," she answered.
"Oh no you don't," he said quickly, reaching out for her, "No woman ever leaves Dan Evans until she's been satisfied. You'd ruin my reputation."
She jumped back, staying out of his reach. "Huh, ugh!" she grunted. "You're going to satisfy me, baby, but it's going to be my way." Then she threw herself down on his belly and stuffed his limp cock into her open lips.
'"It's dead," he told her, sinking back down into the mattress as he gave in to his utter exhaustion.
"We'll see," she mumbled, wallowing his soft peter around in her mouth.
She was right. Soon, his limp cock rose from its fleshy grave regenerated.
"I wouldn't have believed it!" he whispered in awe as he watched the wonderful things she was doing to him. The full smoky lips gently working up and down his swollen white organ was almost as exciting to watch as it was to feel ... and the feel was wild, despite the exhausting climax he'd just experienced.
He looked down the length of her seductive body. The ease of her movements made her a totally erotic sex-machine. As she mouthed him hungrily, her body began oscillating with slow, serpentine motions.
Dan's cock ached with the heavenly burning glow. He felt himself loosing his objectivity. She was no longer a woman but a black, undulating animal and Dan Evans became an animal with her. Fogged with lust, he reached out and drew her thighs to him. He did not test or taste her offering. He did not dally or tease her need. He buried his head in her meat like a lion lusting after a fresh kill. Her slit was as fire red as fresh blood and the sight and smell of her inflamed him to gorge himself in her body.
And she matched her lust with his and sucked heavily upon him, milking his cock with long, suctioning draws that left him gasping for air.
"Ugh-UNH! Ugh-UNH!" she grunted and her juices flowed heavily. Dan lapped at her wildly, devouring the moisture as quickly as it formed, replacing it with his own drooling saliva.
"GAAAAAGH!" Her yell came gurgling up from her very core, her hot breath blowing into his hole and then, as she stiffened and he felt her bud pulse out a wild staccato against his tongue, she rammed a finger up his ass and he immediately jerked into a raging, throbbing peak. She siphoned in his . cum voraciously, swallowing the jazz with hungry slurping sounds.
And Dan's cock laid down and died. Nothing on earth could revive it this time. Dietta didn't try.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The last contest was bestial, too, only the dogs were bigger and they were females. By the time Beverly returned to the basement only one man was still working feverishly.
She hardly even glanced at him. Her eyes locked on Will as she came down the stairs and she noticed little else. The big titted blonde was hanging on him possessively while he chatted idly with the dog handler. As Beverly zeroed in on him, he looked up and smiled.
"Where have you been?" he asked, "I thought we had an appointment."
The blonde looked crest-fallen. He was obviously trying to get rid of her.
"I hadn't forgotten," Beverly answered.
"Ladies and Gentleman," Paul was calling for everyone's attention, "and I'm using both terms loosely...." He paused, waiting for his jest to bring laughter. When it brought no more than a titter, he gave up and went on. "If you'll all move on up to the living room, we'll announce the winners of all the contests."
It was anti-climactic. The crowd headed up the stairs but there was little burning enthusiasm.
"Aha," Beverly said with a twinkle, "me thinks perhaps the play's the thing in these games."
"It matters not to win or lose, but how you play the game," Will answered her quickly.
"The hell you say," grumbled the blonde and she turned and stamped off up the stairs.
They walked easily together up the stairs, chatting but not purposely touching. Their conversation was a bright, quick banter of retorts and counter retorts that had the people around them laughing with them.
Paul was standing on the large coffee table again, calling for attention.
"Please, everyone!" he pleaded, "it's trophy time!"
Beverly and Will looked at each other and burst out laughing. Sex trophies? "How about that, sport fans?" Will asked in wonder and Beverly marvelled at the straight white teeth when he smiled. What a perfectly beautiful man, she thought. Not as big as Nate, but very masculine.
"The winner in the first match...." Paul whined out the words like a race-track announcer, "for the women ... Aha! Dietta!"
Remembering the winner's wild movements, the crowd applauded the judge's choice. Beverly glanced around in time to see Dietta scamper out from the hall.
"For the men ... Bill! Come on up here fella."
The applause was polite but not wild since no one could recall much of what the men were doing while Dietta was going through her act!
The two winners stepped forward and the crowd gasped as Paul held up two bronze statues about twelve inches high mounted on a small wood base. The figure in each statue was doing exactly what the two had done to win their prizes ... masturbating themselves. One was of a man, the other a woman and they were authentic and realistic to a fault! This brought the audience's enthusiasm back to a fever pitch. Everyone pressed forward to get a good look at the trophies.
"In contest number TWO...." he yelled, and the room quieted quickly, the trophy for the women goes to ... Sandy!" he shouted. The crowd roared again.
Beverly didn't recognize the name until the girl stepped forward. She had been Will's partner!
"... And for the men ... Smoky the bear, Will!" The ovation was thunderous. Will grinned down at Beverly and then stepped forward into the crowd.
Paul held up the second trophies. They were identical this time and portrayed, again, exactly what the couple had done. The two figures hung suspended together between two posts and they were fucking for all they were worth. The crowd roared!
Will returned to her side and handed her the statue to examine. "Just what I needed for that bare spot on my mantle," he commented and everyone around them laughed.
"Now, the third contest was just for the ladies. The winner is...."
Beverly held her breath...." one of my dearest swapping friends ... Beverly!"
She'd been sure of it, as sure as she was of the crowd's wild applause. She lowered her head, feigning embarrassment and stepped demurely forward.
The statue was hideous. The assistant was shown on his knees holding the dog up as if in adulation of a goddess. The woman was shown humping up, her cunt out and high, her belly sucked in. Beverly wrinkled her nose and shuddered daintily. Then she grinned her best good-sport smile as she took the thing in her arms.
Her audience ate it up. Quickly, she rejoined Will.
"I need a drink," she said, and he nodded sympathetically and guided her toward the bar.
"In the final contest...." Paul started but Beverly couldn't have cared less.
They had a drink and stood staring hotly into each others' eyes as they talked, prolonging and building what they both knew would come soon. They did not hear when their names were both called a second time.
"Hey, you two," a man next to Will shook him by the arm. "They want you back up front."
They looked around surprised and saw that everyone was looking at them. They glanced at Paul and he had all the winners, except for them, lined up against the fireplace. Quickly they moved to join the others.
"Now for the grand prize!" Paul said as soon as they were in place, "Tilly and I have added a new wing to our house that has never been seen by any of you. It's our new, wildly sexy bedroom!" he turned to Tilly and they exchanged winks.
"Tonight," he went on, "we are going to present the key to our special love nest to the grand prize winners! The woman you choose may take any man of her choice and the man can grab off any woman. The two lucky couples will find plenty to keep them all happy for the rest of the night, I assure you!"
Beverly tried to look embarrassed but the excitement was more than she could stand.
"All right! Let's have your applause for Dietta!"
The roar of the crowd startled Beverly. For the first time she realized that she had competition.
"Sandy!" he called and this time the applause was only polite.
"Beverly!" he called finally and again the crowd roared.
Paul frowned. "Come on! We can't have a tie! We'll try it again for Dietta and Beverly only and this time applaud only for one, please! . Dietta!" A healthy roar followed.
"Beverly!" The bedlam definitely increased.
"It's Beverly!" he shouted and she turned and quickly hugged the smoky, sensuous girl.
Now Paul started the voting for the men and Beverly held her breath. She needn't have. Will won in a walk away.
"Ladies, first, Will," Paul laughed. "Beverly, who do you choose?" he asked.
Suddenly, Beverly caught sight of Dan leaning against the wall. She grinned at him and then turned back to Paul.
"Will," she said and the room was a bedlam of screaming, laughing people.
Paul laughed and handed Will the key. "Down the hall to the door at the end. Give it a good breaking in!"
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Beverly felt more like a bride than a swapping wife as they walked down the long hall and unlocked the door. The guests were all trying to crowd into the hall to watch. Will opened the door, turned around and bowed solemnly. Then he swooped Beverly up into his arms and carried her across the threshold into the dark room. He carefully shut the door behind them before he reached for the light switch.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered quickly.
"And we have ... light!" he said dramatically as he snapped on the switch.
"Ooooooooh!" they whispered in awe as they looked about.
It was a wild, wild room. The walls were actually paneled with mirrors from the floor to the ceiling. The carpet was white, the bed white, the satin spread white.
"Hell," Will quipped, "this room isn't integrated at all!"
But it wasn't the color scheme or the tremendous size of the room ... or even the mirrors that were the most exciting feature of the room. It was the pool!
One whole end of the room had flooring of white marble and in the center of this area was a pool, about seven feet across and perhaps ten feet long forming a graceful oval. Beverly hurried over to the edge and squatted down to feel the water. It was very warm.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured, glanced up at Will and then jumped in.
It was fairly shallow, about five feet at one end and perhaps four feet at the other. She grinned at Will.
"Aren't you coming," she asked.
"Over, and over, and over," he answered and then he slid over the edge and joined her.
"Ohhh, isn't it heavenly?" she asked. She leaned back and let her arms raise as she pushed away from the edge and floated lazily.
"It's a good thing Dietta didn't win," he mused. "She wouldn't dare get her hair wet like that."
"Why?" Beverly asked.
He laughed. "You've never known many Negroes, have you?" and then, without waiting for an answer, he said, "the press would go out of her hair and it would curl up just as tight as mine."
"May I be frank?" she asked.
"Shoot," he answered.
"Our next door neighbors are Negro. They're both doctors and Chris crops her hair just the way you do only she leaves it longer. To be perfectly honest, she's beautiful that way. Why does Dietta want to imitate straight-haired women if her hair isn't straight?"
"Well!" he laughed, "that was refreshing! I've seen women like that but it's pretty new and I guess Dietta is afraid to try it, yet. Hell, this is a stupid way to spend an evening. Would you care to talk about your husband, now?"
Beverly giggled. He'd changed subjects without even stopping for breath. No!" she answered and she didn't try to change the subject at all "I want you," she said, "bad!"
"Tell me why," he ordered as he took her in his arms.
She shrugged. "I guess because I want Nate and I haven't had the nerve to go after him."
"That's good enough for now," he told her and his mouth descended upon hers with tenderness.
His lips were large, and very soft, and surprisingly gentle. Whatever she had expected, it was not this. Perhaps she'd thought of him as a savage, more animal than man.
He held her face up to him, his huge hands cupping her jaw. His tongue didn't stab through her lips, his hands didn't probe her body. He simply tasted of her and when he drew away a few inches, his eyes twinkled with merriment.
"Mmmmmm, that was nice," she whispered, "you make me feel like a bride." She put her hands on his chest and outlined the muscular contours, then floated closer and grazed him with her nipples. He looked down and his hands came up to cup her breasts as gently as he had cupped her chin. Softly, he explored her mounds, the great black fingers leaving trails of goose-flesh. He bent over and let his lips graze back and forth across a nipple. Beverly moaned.
His lips moved slowly upward then, kissing and brushing against her with no more pressure than a butterfly's wings. Then he changed directions when he reached her neck and worked his way around to her ear, behind the ear, until he buried himself in the crook of her neck and pulled her body into him.
The softness of the man caught Beverly completely off guard. She'd expected to get herself screwed. Instead, he was courting her, making love to her. She found it terribly exciting.
Dan was no rough lover. His experience, his control, and his superb technique made him one of the best. But Will! His naturalness, his tender warmth seemed completely spontaneous.
As he pulled her to him, his hands slid down her back to cup her tight little rump and the warm water swirled around them caressing her just as he did. He lifted her up to him and her feet floated off the bottom and she felt a freedom and weightlessness that let her passions flow freely wave after wave, just as the water lapped lazily against the edge of the pool. Her arms snaked up around his big bull neck and she clung to him, savoring the heavenly, liquid sensations that swirled in and around them.
The warmth of the water seemed to sap their bodies of the frantic agonies of suspense and need. It was a languid, lazy act, timeless, and infinitely exquisite. With no real exploring or teasing, he had inflamed her passions until she was gasping for air. He had kissed her once, touched her breasts, and held her close to his own body. That was all. It was everything.
Her memories moved back, many years ago, when an innocent kiss, a sweet boy's kiss had been enough to bring an aching bum to her groin and soak her panties with desire.
She clung to him now, undulating against him to snuggle every possible inch of her flesh into his. She could feel the long thick cock settle into her soft belly and she arched up her groin to press against the thick trunk of his staff.
"Take me, Will," she begged then, "take me now."
He reached down and gently pushed her away far enough to pull his cock free, then he .guided it slowly into her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned as it slowly filled her body. He gripped her rump, pulling her up tight and they clung together, motionless, as they savored the waves of ecstasy flooding through their bodies.
He kissed her again and though it was still gentle and soft, the hunger was there, burning through to her. She returned that hunger and their lips parted and their tongues entwined.
Slowly, he began to work his cock in long, slow strokes, pausing long and sensuously each time he filled her.
Then he slipped an arm beneath her head and grabbed onto the edge of the pool with his hand while his other arm held her tightly to him. He pushed off with his feet and they floated, held only with his one hand in the gutter.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, "so heavenly."
"Like the beginning of all things," he whispered, "we're floating in a sea of passion."
"We've returned to the womb," she answered, her mind floating as free as her body.
And when his feet again touched the bottom, he stroked slow and hard into her as he pushed off. Again and again, he pistoned into her and then floated as the liquid flames burst over them and then ebbed away. They took every last quivering sensation from each stroke and then floated breathlessly as the ecstasy spread out across their bodies.
When it became too much for Beverly to bear, she snaked her legs up about him and locked them about his waist, pulling him tightly against her, releasing him only to push again into her.
In wonder, she realized she was close to the brink although their rhythm was still slow and languid. She wondered if she could really go all the way with this delicious pace.
When she reached the very edge, she found herself riding the crest, wave after wave without toppling over.
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned.
"Aaaaaaah!" he harmonized.
She felt his cock jerk and then the cum began shooting into her in long, powerful spurts. She gasped and tumbled over the edge of the mountain-her blood bounding in slow, powerful thrusts that went on, and on ... and on!
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Beverly and Will did not leave their love-nest until nearly noon the next day. They made love on the carpet, in the bed, on the marble next to the pool and back in the pool. They tasted each others bodies wet, dry, and suds. They did not sleep, nor did they exhaust themselves. When they finally emerged, they were bright and refreshed and completely satisfied.
Dan and Dietta looked like hell.
"When can we get together?" Dan asked the Negro couple.
"I'm for it," Will agreed, "we moved to Seattle last month. Even bought a cabin in the mountains. How about coming for a visit."
"I'd love it," Beverly agreed. She felt a sudden relief flood over her and then she realized that she'd actually been worried over where to meet them.
"Come on, Dan," Will said. "If I can find my pants, I've got a pen and note book. I'll draw you a map."
"You put on quite a show," Dietta said casually as the men left. Beverly looked at her quickly and saw that this girl had seen through her act. She grinned.
"I find it easier to put on an act than to have to explain it all later to Dan. He really likes to think of me as the mother of his children, you know."
Dietta laughed, "You're beautiful. Your honesty delights me."
"Then I'll continue," Beverly said, "I hope our men will poop themselves out next time we get together so we can have a little fun. Do you like girls?"
Dietta giggled. "Love 'em, honey. I never thought you'd ask."
"I warn you, I'll put on the same act when Dan asks us to go at it. He has a real thing about any homo activities even for the ladies unless he suggests it."
She nodded. "Same with Will. I keep a couple of girl friends on the side but we're very discreet."
Beverly put her arms around the lovely chocolate colored girl. "We understand one another, then. Mmmmmmm, you feel good."
"Let's hope it's soon," Dietta whispered.
* * *
After the date was set, Beverly and Dan got dressed and said goodbye to the host. Dan called a cab.
"I'm sure glad you're ready to go," Beverly told her husband, "I'd hate to have to stay till the bitter end."
"I've been ready for hours," he confided.
In the cab, they discussed the handsome Negro couple.
"You sure did an about face," Beverly laughed.
"I know," Dan shook his head, "frankly, I think it was looking at Chris and Nate. God, how I'd love to get into that pair of panties."
"Me, too," Beverly admitted, "Will was a fantastic experience but Nate is so much larger ... I don't know. The thought of that man's cock has been burning my cunt for weeks."
Dan nodded. "I know what you mean, baby. Boy, weren't you glad Will invited us? I can't imagine what the neighbors would say if they saw a Negro couple walking into our house with their luggage."
"I know!" she agreed, "I've been worrying about it ever since you made the date. I suppose it would hurt their feelings if we got a motel when it's our turn."
"Maybe we could tell them your parents live with us or something," Dan suggested.
"Hey, that's an idea!" Beverly said with delight.
The cab driver was getting an ear full but they didn't care. They were leaving now.
On the plane, neither had too much to say for a time. They seemed to be filled with their own, very personal thoughts.
"Tilly and Paul have certainly gone down the drain, haven't they?" Dan asked finally, "I mean the animals and masturbating and things. They're just disgusting!"
"Yes!" Beverly agreed, "and I'll bet you anything they have another set of friends they practice sadism with. Did you notice those marks on Tilly? And the posts! Beside that, I happen to glance into her closet and she and Paul both have leather outfits. Really wild!"
"You just can't tell about some people," Dan said, "decent friends are just hard to find, these days!"
Again they lapsed into silence. Beverly even dozed off to sleep. She jerked awake when Dan nudged her.
"You know?" he said, "I don't know why the hell we don't go ahead and ask Nate and Chris. They certainly aren't going to be talking to our neighbors or friends and with them next door, nobody'd notice if we traded occasionally. We could just-wait until it's dark. By God, I think we could get away with it!"
"Really?" Beverly asked anxiously, "Oh, I'd love it!"
"Yea, we'll just put it to them point blank!" Dan said slapping his thigh, "Hell, why fly clear to Seattle when the thing we want is next door!"
"That's the spirit, sweetheart!" she laughed. "Another problem it's going to solve is the traveling up to the cabin. Everyone would stare like mad if they saw us driving along with Negroes. Oh, I can hardly wait! Isn't it funny? I didn't dream we had any prejudices at all and then we found them and licked them in the same weekend."
Dan agreed. "We certainly weren't thinking with any degree of sophistication on that subject. Glad we got it all cleared up. I hate hangups!"
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
That evening, after dark, they slipped on over to Nate and Chris' house.
"We've come to pay a call," Dan said with a laugh when Chris opened the door. Her round ass looked like it was starving to be rammed by his cock.
"Come in, come in!" she said tossing her jutting breasts out as if she were inviting him to nurse on her.
"I come bearing gifts," Beverly said as she ushered them into the living room. She handed a bouquet of sweet peas to Chris. "I'm afraid you're going to get awfully sick of these," she said, "I always plant about five times too many."
"Chris never gets tired of flowers," Nate said as he got out of his easy chair and came over to shake Dan's hand, "Sit down," he added, "Chris, why don't you put on a pot of coffee."
"Good idea," she answered, "Would you like to come along, Beverly?"
Now it was Beverly's turn to be awed by the decor just as Dan had. She had no idea what she'd expected but certainly not this.
"It's beautiful," she told her hostess.
"Thank you," Chris answered. Beverly eyed her supple black body and could almost feel her box in her mouth.
The conversation was difficult at first but over coffee Dan was able to drop a few hints toward their objective. They'd decided not to go all the way with their idea on the first visit. Even Negroes might not be hot enough to jump that fast, especially when they were trying to establish their right to live in a white neighborhood.
Dan casually mentioned attending a party in Cincinnati.
"We never seem to have times for parties," Chris lamented.
"This one was a real swinger," Dan confided.
Nate laughed. "Watch that word, friend. You'll have people thinking you're a wife swapper."
Dan was delighted. They knew the vocabulary. Maybe they knew more.
"Now that sounds like a fun idea!" he teased. Beverly gasped appropriately, "Oh Dan, you're a nasty old man!"
Nate sipped his coffee, totally relaxed. Dan chalked up a perfect first round. No one spoke for a few minutes but there was no strain, no sign of embarrassment.
He was still thinking about swapping. It was a good sign, Dan thought.
"How do you mean?" he asked matching his mood to Nate's casual approach.
Nat shrugged. "I'm a doctor," he reminded, "I have to hear everyone's problems, and swappers have a hell of a lot more troubles than most."
"Oh pooh!" Beverly said before she could stop herself.
"No," Nate said, "It's true. They never really find what it is that they're looking for ... and of course, what they're really looking for is a return to the innocent excitement of their first romance. No thrill can ever top that ... and they can't find it swapping."
"Not only that," his wife interjected, "the more they search, the farther they have to go to become stimulated. Eventually, they become depraved degenerates. Really, it's sickening just how far some of them go. They get absolutely frantic for a stimulus potent enough to satisfy them."
"How disgusting!" Beverly said with a well-timed shudder.
"More coffee?" Chris offered.
Dan and Beverly didn't stay long after that. As quickly as they could, they excused themselves and slipped away.
"Wasn't that awful?" Beverly gasped when they were again safely in their own home.
"Moral degenerates! Imagine that!" Dan spat, "What do they think they are, anyway. I'm sure glad we didn't get ourselves hooked up with duds like that."
They both were too irritated to sleep. Dan poured them each a good stiff drink and they shared the evening paper.
"When did you say we'd go to Seattle?" Beverly asked finally.
"In three weeks," her husband answered absently. Then, in a few minutes, he put his paper down. "Get out the swap news and lets see what's new."
"I just did," she answered. "There's nothing. By the way, did you catch the name of that man with those awful dogs?"
"Yes," Dan admitted, "I have his card."
"Let's get one," she suggested.
"Might as well," Dan agreed, "He said they made good pets for kids, too."
"There just doesn't seem to be anything exciting around these days," Beverly mused, "Just the same old thing, over and over."