She quickly got into the mood. He was a man of many moods, and she knew most of them. They played many love games. Games of pretend. Pretending she was a tiny tot. Pretending she was a hardened whore. Pretending she was a slut. He was a dirty old man. A young buck. A first timer. She knew his many moods.
She loved his moods as long as he made love to her any way he wanted. He was a great improviser. He could dream up many ways to pleasure his wife.
"I love you, dear! I love you," she moaned, sobbed and cried as his lovemaking grew bolder, more intense.
Finally he ran out of steam, flopped weakly onto his side. Smiling wanly, he patted her thigh. "There, I guess that will hold you till I get back, hon."
She hugged and kissed him. "Give it to me again, huh?" she whispered happily, wrapping fingers around his soft, gooey...
1
Carol tried not to sob too hard while she helped Greg pack for his trip. She tried not to let him know she was afraid to be left alone.
Placing his comb and brush in the suitcase on the bed, she choked back a sob. It was the first time in their six months of marriage that he was leaving on a business trip. She had known when she married him that he'd be called upon to make such trips. Greg Spencer handled several large accounts for the firm he worked for in the city. On occasion he would have to zip out of town and visit the owners of the accounts to go over certain details that could best be handled personally.
Greg, in the act of putting on his undershorts, having just come from a warm shower in the attached bathroom, joshed, "Whatcha sobbing about, honey? I'll only be gone a couple of days." He stuffed his half-hard cock into his shorts and reached for his undershirt.
Carol, clad only in a see-through wrapper, handed him the shirt, then threw herself into his arms. She was sobbing openly now. "Don't leave me, dear. Call your boss. Tell him you're sick. That you can't make the trip."
"Aw, hon, you know I can't do that." He stroked her shoulder. He adored his pretty young wife. He regretted the need for leaving, but knew he couldn't pull any tricks. Not if he expected to succeed with the firm. He liked his job.
Lifting her chin, he stared deep into the troubled eyes. Pretty, hazel eyes, glistening with teardrops. He pressed his lips to her and smiled reassuringly. "I love you, hon."
She snuggled into his embrace, tried forcing a smile. "I'm afraid to be left alone, dear." She felt his cock against her stomach. '
Patting her ass-cheeks, he reassured her. "There's nothing to be afraid of, hon. Just keep the door locked at night. And we do have a few friends since we moved in here. There's Sandra, Dawn and her husband, Harry. They seem like nice people. Visit them. Have 'em visit you. You'll be okay." He slid his fingers between her cute, out-thrust ass-cheeks and touched her pussy from the rear. "How 'bout one for the road, hon? That'll hold you until I get back." Reaching down he pulled his big, throbbing cock out for her appraisal. "How 'bout if I shove this bastard up your ass?"
She gazed adoringly at the cock she loved. He was sure a heavy-hung guy, and horny. It seemed like his prick was always hard, or did she imagine it? Anyway, it sure didn't take it long to get hard once he had his mind set on the idea. She felt his fingers probing around her puckered ass-hole.
She wrapped warm fingers around the warm cock, and felt it throb to even greater dimensions. Gently she jerked it, while slipping from her wrapper. She stood before him, fondling his huge cock with both hands. Greg was a handsome hunk of man. He was six feet tall and aged twenty-five. He weighed one hundred and eighty pounds. He was lithe, had long mod-cut blonde hair, sideburns, and impish blue eyes. He had a college degree in business administration, and a burning desire to succeed on his job.
She knew she shouldn't bug him about going off on business. But she was genuinely scared. Not that she should be. They lived in this wonderful housing project.
It was a much safer place to live than the nearby city. This area was a housewife's dream. Two-and three-bedroom all-electric homes, and a shopping center within easy walking distance. The condominium-type homes were built around a recreation complex which included a large swimming pool, tennis court, badminton, basketball, ping pong and a putting green. All the conveniences of a home, plus activities of interest to the young singles and young marrieds who lived there.
Carol loved her two-bedroom home. She and Greg had moved in about six weeks ago and had a wonderful time furnishing it. He had a marvelous job, made plenty of money and had a sizeable bank account. She had quit her job as secretary when she married him. She was a full-time housewife.
Carol was just past nineteen. She had light brown hair, hazel eyes, and she pushed the scales at a curvy one hundred and fifteen pounds on a luscious five-foot, six-inch physique. She was a high school graduate and had won her share of beauty contests, in addition to being the head majorette of her high school band during her school days.
While toying with his cock, she stripped bare and thrust her solid, firmly rounded breasts outward. "How about sucking these, dear?"
He grinned, moved forward and eagerly took one, then the other breast into his mouth. Expertly he worked out on the enormous breasts.
Gently she brushed his long blonde hair with her hand while she fondled his big cock with the other. She felt herself heating up. She sure loved this big lug. This boy who had married her six months ago. She had come to him practically a virgin, having been tapped only three times previously. Once when she was sixteen, again when she was seventeen and when she was eighteen. Now, at age nineteen, and at times, still a blushing bride, she had lost count of how many times Greg had shoved his prick into her cunt. She had become quite an expert in servicing this man she loved.
She let him suck tit for awhile. She wiggled her enormous melons between his bobbing, eager mouth and continued to gently jerk his cock. She eased him toward the couch in the living room, and while he was still bobbing her apples, she turned on the hi-fi set. She liked music with her loving. Mood music. The shades in the room were drawn and the large living room was bathed in soft light that filtered in from the warm day.
She eased him onto the couch until he was sitting on the edge of it, still suckling happily. Impulsively, and sobbing slightly, she squeezed his head against her breasts, wrapped hands around his head and murmured, "Greg! Greg! I love you so much. Please don't leave me!"
Greg, fighting for air, between her solid breasts, pushed his face upward between the mounds. He frowned. The magic moment was departing. An expression of annoyance replaced the lust. "Knock it off, hon. You know I've gotta go on this trip!" His voice was sharp and tinged with annoyance. He'd thought this argument had been settled.
Carol flushed and quickly recovered. She, had overplayed her hand. He wasn't about to be deterred. Not by all the weeping, or wailing she could muster. This was business. His job. That came first. She had to recapture the magic mood of love, but quick. Nodding and smiling, she kissed him on the lips. "I know, dear. I'm sorry I nag you about it. I'll be fine. Just you don't worry."
While speaking, she eased her face downward, tongue extended between the words she was uttering. She licked his chin. She kissed his hairy chest. She nipped at his man-sized nipples. She tongued them. He liked that. She shoved her tongue into his belly button impishly.
She pried his legs apart with her hands and eased him to the very edge of the couch. She ran her hands along his hairy thighs and hairy ass-cheeks. He had nice mats of light-colored blonde hair covering his wonderful body.
Squatting before him with legs spread wide apart to give him a wondrous view of her tiny, brown-haired little slit between her creamy thighs, she worked out on him with her hot tongue.
She peered impishly tit his throbbing cock which she was now holding firmly in her grasp with both hands and with plenty of room to spare. "My what a big prick you have, sir!"
"The better to fuck you with, little girl!" Forgotten was his moment of irritation as she got caught up in the love game. The soft music in the background, the soft girl squatting before him, fondling his cock and the way she stared at him with such love in her eyes turned him on. His cock surged powerfully in the grasp of her small hands.
"Gee, I don't know if my little cunt could take such a big bastard!" She pretended shock and awe.
Reaching down, he grasped her by the ears. "Try it in your mouth for size, little girl," he suggested.
She backed away in pretended horror. "Me? Suck that big thing! Ugh!" She snaked her tongue out and licked the huge, bulbous head. She tasted of the drops of cum oozing from the slit. "H'mm. That tastes good! Maybe I could just see if this big bastard will fit in my mouth."
Opening her mouth wide, she allowed the big dong to slide down her throat. Expertly she sucked him off as she had done hundreds of times since their marriage. In. Out. The big cock slid down between her pretty, kissable lips. She eased her fingers down to feel of the hardening base of the cock and shoved it upward.
She now had his entire, enormous cock rammed deeply and happily down her throat! He let her enjoy her cocksucking activities for a few minutes. He always got such a tremendous charge out of watching his cock slide in and out of his pretty wife's mouth. The sight turned him on like crazy. Often in the past it turned him on so much that he just let it stay there until her sucking produced the desired results.
A mouthful of cum in her mouth. Cum which she eagerly and happily swallowed and kept sucking for more and more. He debated the thought of letting that happen this morning. She had him on the verge of cumming. A few more sucking strokes and he'd shoot his wad. But this wasn't what he wanted as a going away present. His glance strayed to her pulsating pussy. With every stroke of his cock into her mouth, she moved her ass and legs around. This caused her pussy to twitch. He could see the small slit, the clitty button, the tiny hole, the hairy covering and he was even getting a good view of her tiny, puckered ass-hole. An item he enjoyed plugging on special occasions.
The sight of the pulsating pussy decided him. Gently he disengaged her cocksucking mouth from his throbbing rod. "Enough yet, you cocksucking bitch!" He held her head, with twitching mouth inches from his throbbing cock.
Licking her chops, she eagerly exclaimed, "Aw, let me finish sucking it, dear. I almost got it cumming. I want some of your cream. Please?" She tried easing her mouth forward.
Shaking his head negatively, he bent down, placed firm hands around her thighs close to her ass and easily lifted her up in his strong arms. Carrying his nude wife from the living room, he went back to their bedroom. Impishly he dumped her on the unmade bed. She bounced there in a sprawled heap. Her legs spread wide, on her back, hands at her side and a puzzled look on her face. The sudden change of mood had surprised her.
Her surprise was short-lived. He quickly bounced on the bed. He knelt between her legs. He aimed his huge, well-sucked, throbbing cock forward and with a tremendous shove he entered her. Roughly and firmly.
"Ouch! Take it easy, you bastard!" she cried instinctively.
"Shut up, you slut!" he chortled, shoving his cock in and out hard. He bounced up and down on her enormous tits. "You filthy, fucking whore. You bitch! You slut! You big-cunted little girl. C'mon, move it! Move it!"
"like this, you horny bastard!" She quickly got into the mood. He was a man of many moods and she knew most of them. They played many love games. Games of pretend. Pretending she was a slut. He was a dirty old man. A young buck. A first timer. She knew his many moods.
She loved his moods as long as she managed to get his cock in her somewhere. He was a great improviser. He could dream up many ways to pleasure his wife.
In. Out. He pounded his big cock into her tiny cunt with predictable results. The deluge came. Time and again he filled her cavity with hot, gooey cum. She squealed, moaned and wiggled her ass while accepting his offering.
"I love you, dear! I love you," she moaned, sobbed and cried while getting creamed.
Finally he ran out of both steam and cum. He flopped weakly onto his side. Smiling wanly, he patted her juicy cunt. "There, I guess that'll hold you 'til I get back, hon."
She hugged him and kissed him. "Let's get it up again?" she whimpered happily, wrapping fingers around his soft, gooey, now limp rod.
He eased her away and staggered from the bed. "Un-unh, hon. One more like that and I wouldn't be able to drive. Save it until I get back." Bending over, he kissed the cunt he'd just fucked.
He then went into the bathroom to wash away the ravages and get dressed for his trip. While he was in the bedroom bathroom, she darted into the other one and also got dressed. She was ready for him when he emerged from the house and headed for his car. Fortunately they were a two-car family. She wouldn't be without transportation while he was gone. Not that she had planned on going anywhere in particular. Her parents lived about three hundred miles away and she wasn't about to visit them now.
He put his suitcases in his car and climbed in behind the wheel. A handsome young businessman going off on a trip, leaving a lovely young wife behind.
Forcing a big smile, she said, "Have a nice trip, dear."
He nodded reassuringly. "Sure, hon, and don't you worry. And don't do anything I wouldn't do." He slipped her a big wink and gave her another goodbye kiss. A smile of understanding passed between them. They were so much in love. It was unthinkable that either would cheat on the other.
She kept the brave smile on her face while standing in the driveway waving goodbye. She stood there until he turned the corner of their street and headed down the road leading to the highway.
Then, re-entering the house, she sat at the kitchen table and poured herself a cup of coffee. She suddenly felt so all alone. Her eyes were filled with sadness. The next few days would be the longest ones of her life.
2
While Carol was standing in the driveway, kissing Greg goodbye and trying not to break down with sobs, an entirely different type of action was taking place in the house directly across from hers. This two-bedroom house belonged to Sandra Bently, a gay divorcee. Sandra, aged twenty-seven, was a beautiful, exotic ex-dancer. She had dark eyes, dark hair, and a lush five-foot-eight-inch physique. In her prime she was known as one of the best tassel twirlers in the business and she could make her enormous, solid breasts do tricks during a bump and grind routine that was a pleasure to see. She still took on occasional spots at local clubs, though she no longer needed money.
Sandra's divorce from a wealthy realtor a year ago had left her with a huge lump sum payment, plus a monthly alimony check that was more than adequate to keep the wolf from her door.
At the moment she was stark naked. She was kneeling on the couch in her living room, peering out her curtained window. She had her arms propped on the back of the sofa. A grin was on her pretty face. She said, a trifle enviously, "Now isn't that a touching scene. Wifey kissing hubby goodbye while he goes off on a trip." Her voice contained a note of sarcasm.
Dawn Peters, also stark naked, squatted on the sofa beside her. Un-like the exotic dark-haired beauty, Dawn was mousy. She was twenty-five. She had brown hair, brown eyes, and she was five foot two. She had a somewhat scrawny shape. Her breasts were petite. At the moment she was gently stroking Sandra's out-thrust ass-cheeks. Ever so gently she massaged Sandra's big butt and toyed with the puckered ass-hole and also with the big, hairy cunt visible to her adoring glance. With each stroke of her fingers on her friend's soft sex, her desire grew.
Dawn, a young married girl, was inclined to lesbianism. It was a weakness that was quickly discovered by Sandra shortly after Dawn and her husband moved into this area. Sandra, a nympho by nature, was a girl who also loved getting her cunt licked on occasion. She took advantage of Dawn's pussy-licking inclination and as a result had the girl under her domination.
Dawn gently eased two fingers into Sandra's big ass-hole and reamed. She, too, stared out at the scene of Greg departing on his trip. "I think it's rather nice, seeing two people so much in love." She sighed. She recalled how her own husband, Harry had loved her so much when they were first married five years ago. It had been wild, exhilarating and wonderful those first few years. But with the passing of time, and the getting adjusted to each other, the love light had faded and the togetherness became a hollow sham. Fortunately, they had embarked on a new way of life that had allowed them both to satisfy inner cravings and still live together as man and wife.
"In love? Hah!" snorted the divorced Sandra. "Love is for the birds. Give 'em another six months, or a year, and they'll be cussing each other instead of kissing." Her voice contained the bitterness of a girl who'd been in and out of love many times and had been well bruised in the process.
The girls watched until their lovely new neighbor sadly trudged back into her house. From their vantage point they could see that Carol was sobbing.
Dawn felt like sobbing along with her. "I know just how she feels, or rather," she amended sadly, "I used to know exactly how she feels." It had been years since she'd cut loose with sobs over Harry's comings and goings. Lately he was away more than he was at home.
"You've been watching too many soap operas!" Sandra quipped. She flopped down on the couch, spread her legs wide and grinned impishly. "Now that Greg's gone for a few days, we'll put my plan into action."
Dawn crouched on the floor in front of Sandra's outstretched legs. Holding her elbows on Sandra's knees, she inched fingers forward and toyed with Sandra's huge mat of dark, curly cunt hair. She touched Sandra's huge, well-used cunt. She always marveled that the girl had such a big crack. Sandra had mentioned several times during their love sessions that at one time she used to give exhibitions with a stallion. From the size of her cunt, Dawn could well believe her. This cunt had been well stretched by many cocks. But she still loved it. To her a cunt was a cunt.
Dawn lowered her chin to one of Sandra's thighs and stared upward appealingly. "Do we have to get them involved? Why not let them alone? They seem so happy."
A frown etched Sandra's pretty face. "You said you'd help me." Lewd glints came to her eyes. "I've been looking that Greg over. What a man." She rolled her eyes ceiling-ward. "I'll bet he's got a big cock. A regular horse cock. I'll bet it's even bigger'n your Harry's!" she taunted.
Dawn flushed. "Is that all you ever think of? Cocks! Ugh."
Sandra humped her pussy upward suggestively. "Yes, that's all I ever think of. Getting a nice big cock shoved up here instead of your filthy tongue, you dike!"
Fear swept Dawn's eyes. "Don't get mad at me, darling!" She hastily groped forward, tongue hanging out. She got within smelling distance of the big cunt. Heat waves engulfed her.
"Get away from me, you filthy cunt-lapping bitch!" Sandra raised a foot, held it against the crouching girl's shoulder and gave a push.
Dawn tumbled backward in a heap on the carpeted floor. She rolled around a big, trying to regain her balance. She crawled back to her friend, and sat forlornly on the floor. "I'm sorry, darling," she whimpered, looking at her angered friend.
Sandra bent forward, eased her hand out and slapped her sharply on the cheek. Again and again, she slapped her. Hard, stinging slaps. "You filthy bitch! You cunt-lapping queer. Get out of my sight, I don't even want to look at you. Get out!" she screamed shrilly, pointing toward the door. "You don't have to go through with my plan. I'll get someone else!"
Dawn put her hands to her face and sobbed. She continued to sit on the floor, weaving around and moaning. She rather enjoyed getting slapped around. Staring upward with big, mooning eyes, she whispered, "Please forgive me, darling. I said I'm sorry. I'll do what you want me to." She crawled forward. She pulled herself up Sandra's legs. She flopped face down on Sandra's lap, her butt sticking up. "You can spank me, darling," she breathed huskily. "I've been a bad girl. Spank me."
Sandra, anger and disappointment riding high in her, stared at the cute bare behind directly in front of her. She was annoyed at this girl. There were times when Dawn irked her. She didn't like being cross. She had thought up a plan to annex the new young couple to her inner circle, and the success, or failure of the venture depended almost entirely on the cooperation of Dawn. Now the girl wanted to cop out.
Raising her right hand, she brought it-down with a sharp slap on the small bare behind. Again and again she slapped the cute buttocks. The pinkish-white skin turned to rosy red from the force of the blows. Savagely she spanked Dawn.
"Take that, you filthy bitch! And that! And that...." She vented her rage, frustration and inner turmoil on the upturned ass.
Dawn squirmed, moaned and thrashed around under the ass slapping. She winced and sobbed in pain. Exquisite pain. "Stop!" she sobbed. "Stop! It hurts! Ouch!" She winced, moaned and thrashed around as she offered her butt for more and more of the exquisite slapping, and the exciting pain.
Sandra continued to rain blows on the squirming ass. Her hands ached from the stinging feel of flesh meeting flesh. Her frenzy began to ebb. The lustful madness began to fade. The sight of Dawn's raw, red ass sickened her. The moment of madness receded. She pushed the girl from her lap. In route to her falling on the floor, she gave her a hard slap on the face, and gave her a prodding kick with her bare foot to send her sprawling. "You filthy bitch!"
Dawn smiled happily. She landed on her sore buttocks. She held her hands behind to steady herself. She stared lovingly at her tormentor.
Crawling back to the girl who'd treated her so roughly, Dawn kissed Sandra's ankles, then her calves and worked her sucking mouth upward. During the tongue-licking process she peered upward, murmuring, "I love you, darling. I love you." She stroked her fingers along Sandra's inner thighs with loving, gentle touches. Sandra was flopped far back on the sofa, legs pushed away out in front of her, and both arms resting on the back of the couch. She stared bemusedly at the lovely little bitch who was pleasuring her.
Curling her lips, she humped her pussy upward.
"No more mutiny in the ranks?"
"No. No. I promise. I'll do anything you want me to." Dawn paused with her mouth over the big, wide, hairy slit. Every fiber in her small body urged her to move forward and sink her face onto the stinking cunt. A well-used cunt that she adored, simply because it was a cunt. Her mouth watered. Her big brown eyes bugged wide as she stared at the gaping gash and got a whiff of the pussy odor. She trembled and heat waves swept through her.
She noticed the way Sandra impishly squirmed her cunt around. Sandra fingered her Own pussy and eased the big vaginal lips aside. She teased the cuntlapper by toying with her own pussy. She knew this type of action drove her nuts.
Dawn beat back the wild impulse to dip down and suck pussy. She knew from past experience that Sandra called the shots. That she couldn't commence with the sucking until Sandra said she was ready. She'd tried rushing things a few times before and Sandra had beat her to a pulp. There were times when the older girl could be downright mean.
This was one of those times. Waving her tasty cunt in front of her face, yet not allowing her to eat it. She stared humbly up at the other girl, her eyes begging.
Sandra stared down teasingly. "I don't know whether I'll let you suck me off, or not. You've been a naughty girl." She humped her pussy upward enticingly, letting the queer one get a good whiff, and knowing she wouldn't dare kiss it until she gave her the word. She had her little lesbian well trained. A situation that was to her liking.
Sandra was sex personified. She lived for sex. Hardly a day went by that she didn't engage in some sort of sex action.
She had been very excited when Carol and Greg Spencer had moved into the house across the street. She had instantly figured Greg as being a heavy-hung bastard. He was ever so handsome, and ever so young. She had quickly become acquainted with the new arrivals. At the swimming pool she had noticed the big bulge in the front of Greg's swim trunks. This confirmed her initial evaluation of the man. From the size of the bulge, it was apparent he had a big cock.
In the ensuing weeks, her efforts to find out how heavy hung the guy was met with disappointment after disappointment. Greg and his lovely little bride just weren't falling for her invitations to lust. The housing complex was noted for being a swinging place. It was inhabited mostly by young couples and singles. Very few children were in evidence. Yet, despite all this, and despite her urgings and hinting, the Spencers managed to avoid the pitfalls she held out for them.
They were friendly. They gathered around in the evenings and on weekends for the social activities. They were friendly, outgoing types and enjoyed the group get-togethers. But when Sandra tried to get them in a corner, or get them to talk about swapping,, or exchanging partners, the two lovebirds backed off. At one time, Greg, sensing what she was up to, flatly told her to knock it off and to stop hounding them about mate swapping. He mentioned that he and Carol, while they considered themselves modern in all respects, were not about to commit adultery.
Now this golden opportunity was here. Greg was going off on a business trip for a few days, and leaving his blushing bride at home. Sandra almost licked her chops when she'd heard the news. Her agile brain started working immediately on a plan to take advantage of Greg's absence.
He was the strong one of the happily married duo. The big decision maker. The hardhead. The guy with scruples. The young man who loved his young bride. The immovable object.
Carol was the weak link in the duo. The soft one. The blushing bride. The one who could be worked on. The one who could be tricked into compliance. With this thought in mind, she had enlisted the aid of her best friend, Dawn Peters.
She peered down at the little girl with tongue hanging out. She pitied the poor thing, yet she detested her, too. She was such a weak-willed girl, with her stupid hang-up. Cunt-lapping. Ugh! Sandra could never quite understand how a girl could bring herself to going down on another girl. She herself, was strictly hetero. A firm believer in boy-girl love.
She did love getting her pussy licked by other girls, however. The act excited her. She had once tried sucking another girl off. The sucking had nauseated her. She hadn't tried it since. She smiled thinly and pushed Dawn away from her snatch. "Get dressed."
"But Sandra, darling!" Dawn's face filled with disappointment. "Please let me suck you off?"
"Later, maybe." Sandra hopped to her feet. She slid into her shorts and house slippers. "You get on over to your house. It's time to put our plan into operation."
"But...." Dawn sighed. Experience had taught her it was no use appealing to Sandra. Reluctantly, she slid into her own shorts. Shorts, halters, and bikinis were the usual attire of the female members of the housing project. The males normally went around in shorts, and sometimes shirts, most times not.
Sandra glanced at her watch. "I'll keep my eyes peeled. When I see Carol go into your house, I'll know she's falling for it. How long do you think it'll take before you get to her?"
Dawn blushed. "Give me at least an hour. Maybe an hour and a half."
"Okay, there's no rush. We've got all day to work out on our pigeon. Remember to give me the signal when you think she's about ready to be taken."
"I'll raise and lower my bathroom curtain twice."
"Good. Now you shove off. I'll alert Elvin." Her reference was to Elvin Gray. Elvin was one of the swinging bachelors. He was a commercial artist and photographer who had his studio in his house two doors up the street. Being a single man, making a good salary with his art work, and being an extrovert who loved girls, he was quite in demand. He and Sandra hit things off well together.
like Dawn, he shared in Sandra's love, on a man-style basis. Since he often got into Sandra's panties, he was like putty in her hands. He gladly went along with her idea to trap Carol and Greg into becoming members in good standing of their love group. Elvin had been eyeing the newly wedded couple, too. But unlike Sandra, his attention hadn't been riveted on Greg.
His attention had been centered on Carol. Being an artist and a man who knew beauty, he had almost flipped when he first viewed lovely Carol in a bikini. His practiced eyes, had gazed upon loveliness for years, and he knew that in Carol he had found the ultimate in beauty. This darling was without a doubt the fairest of them all.
When Sandra approached him on the idea of getting Carol and Greg to join their loving group, he had instantly agreed. The thought of maybe getting his big, fat cock into that lovely brown-haired girl had turned him on. He would do anything to get into Carol's panties. Anything.
This morning, he was especially eager to get with the program. He, too, had been peering from his front window, down the street from the Spencer's home. He, too, had seen Greg shove off on his business trip, leaving behind the most succulent, most beautiful feminine morsel Elvin had ever gawked at.
The thought that maybe he'd be pushing his cock in between Carol's lovely legs caused his prick to harden and remain hard long after Carol had sobbingly gone back into her house.
His prick was still half-hard when Sandra called him a short time later and told him to stand by with his camera.
He was ready. Lord, how he was ready.
3
Carol, completely unaware of the impact she was having on certain members of the community, sadly sipped at her coffee and munched her toast. Greg had only been gone for a few minutes and already she missed him. It wasn't as if he had shoved off for work. Today, she couldn't look forward to seeing him burst in the kitchen door about five-thirty. Today, he wouldn't be coming in all smiles, grabbing her into his arms and giving her a hug and kiss while asking, "what's for supper."
She hadn't been joshing when she'd mentioned she was afraid to be left alone. She wasn't afraid physically. The housing project was a safe place to live. There had been practically no crime or violence since its inception. It was a secluded community, several miles from the city proper, and didn't attract the criminal elements.
Her fear was strictly mental. The fear of being alone, especially at night. She had come from an average-income family. During her growing years, she'd always had to share a room with her younger sister. Twin beds. Then, with her marriage to Greg, she not only shared his bedroom, but she also shared his bed. She enjoyed the feel of his strong presence in bed with her. The knowledge that he was beside her to comfort her, to hold her and to reassure her. She always enjoyed nuzzling up to him and gaining comfort from his strength and presence.
This was the fear she'd mentioned, but lie had brushed aside her qualms.
She choked back a few sobs and forced a smile to her face. She was being such a ninny. Her fears were groundless. It was time she grew up. After all, she was just past nineteen. Soon, she'd no longer be a teenager.
She wiped away the teardrops. She finished her coffee. Time to get to work. Throw some clothes in the washer. Do some ironing. Straighten up the house. Keep busy. Watch a few of her favorite soap operas.
Being sentimental at heart, she lived and died with the soap opera characters. She lived their lives, drowned in their sorrows, sobbed at their tragedies and felt as though she knew them all personally as she followed the daily story lines. Greg often joshed her about the way she watched the soap operas. He was a firm believer in reality. Soap operas bored him. His favorite television programs were professional sporting events, variety shows and situation comedies.
Carol sniffed and dried her tears. She went about her normal daily chores. She glanced at her watch. Almost time for her first opera. Dan's Other Wives. She enjoyed this program, though she'd be the first to admit it was kind of ridiculous. One man couldn't possibly get into such jams as Dan did on a daily basis. One person couldn't be as stupid as the star of the show was. He seemed to be always getting involved with other men's wives, winding up in bed with them, getting caught, getting creamed and getting in and out of more jams than seemed humanly possible.
When she reached for the dial to turn on the set, the phone rang. Frowning, she picked it up. It was Dawn Peters!
"Hi, Dawn!" She kept her voice cheerful. She liked this small girl who had such tragic eyes and always seemed to be wearing a sad look on her not-too-pretty face. She tried to catch the words in the receiver. "What's wrong, Dawn?" The girl's voice was filled with sobs.
"Carol ... I'm so unhappy," sobbed Dawn.
Carol's heart went out in sympathy. "What's wrong? Can I help?"
"It's about Harry!" blurted Dawn, sobbingly. "I ... he ... can you come over? We'll talk about it. Please?" Her voice sounded so sad, and tragic.
"Sure. I'll be right over."
She hung up and stared reflectively at the phone. Her heart pounded. Her soap opera addiction came to the fore. A friend in trouble. Someone calling for her help. She toyed with the idea of changing into something else. She had on a brief pair of shorts, and a very brief matching halter bra. And sandals. She'd been toying with the idea of skipping a few soap operas later on in the morning and going for a dip in the pool and a few hours of suntanning. Her pinkish-white, creamy body was already turning slightly tan from the past few days of exposure to the warm sun.
She decided not to change. She quickly picked up her purse, ran a brush through her hair and let herself out. She didn't bother to lock the door. She was only going up the street a few doors. Dawn and her husband lived three houses up on the same side of the street. She quickly covered the distance, knocked on the kitchen door, and hearing Dawn's voice, she entered.
Dawn was seated at the kitchen table, crying!
Carol quickly went over, placed a hand on Dawn's quivering shoulders, and murmured, "Dawn. What's wrong?"
Dawn placed her hand over Carol's hand and sighed. "It's my Harry. He didn't come home last night." She stroked Carol's soft, warm hand and stared up with tear stained eyes. Soft, brown, doe-like eyes that seemed filled with sadness.
Carol's heart went out to this girl. "He didn't come home? Why not?"
Dawn sniffed and controlled her sobs with an effort. "I think he has another woman." She smiled wanly, got to her feet and motioned for Carol to sit down. When Carol sat, she poured her a cup of coffee.
"Another woman?" Carol gasped. It was beginning to sound like a segment from Dan's Other Wives. Could it be that Harry was another Dan?
Dawn nodded sadly. She sat down and sipped the drink she had. "But ... why?"
A flush came to Dawn's face. "I guess maybe he thinks I'm not woman enough for him."
"But why not? You're pretty! You have a nice figure. You're young. You've been married almost five years. There seems no reason why he should want someone else."
Dawn sobbed, then led the way into the living room. She poured a round of drinks. Handing Carol a stiff shot, she stood before her, a tragic smile on her face. Dawn was dressed only in a see-through wraparound. "He found out something about me," she murmured, mysteriously.
"Oh?" Carol made a wry face when she downed the potent liquor. She knew she really shouldn't be drinking, since liquor affected her so oddly and so quickly. It made her feel giddy and silly. One, or two stiff drinks, and she'd do almost anything. Greg had found this weakness of hers out early in their marriage. He had given her a few shots one night and before long he'd had his prick up her ass for the first time. She'd been too drunk to object and had enjoyed it.
At the moment, she was so intent on Dawn's problem, it didn't occur to her to refuse the drinks being shoved in her direction. She downed the first one, then another and was working on the third one. She felt all warm inside. Dawn's problem was becoming her problem.
She sat back on the couch and regarded her quizzically. "Have you been seeing another man?"
Dawn sighed. "I only wish I was. There wouldn't be any problem then." She shook her head. "It's something else that's turned my Harry off." She poured another round of drinks.
"Something else?" Carol was genuinely puzzled. "What else could turn a man off? Cause him to cheat on his wife?" Her voice was slightly slurred.
"Can I trust you, Carol?" Dawn sat on the couch beside her. She drew one of Carol's hands into hers and squeezed intimately. "I need a friend. Someone I can confide in."
Carol nodded happily. She was really living out one of the many plots she watched on television. This sad wife had been pouring out her marital troubles to her while plying her with drinks. Her mind was a bit fuzzy and she felt rather light-headed, but she nodded wisely and occasionally spoke a few words of advice while Dawn outlined her problems.
The problems seemed to have started when they moved into this housing complex. Dawn mentioned they had gotten involved with a few swinging people. Now apparently Harry had found one more suitable to him than his wife of five years. It was a sad tale of woe and Carol was full of sympathy for this troubled wife.
During the discourse, Dawn had snuggled up to her for comfort. Carol had put her arm around the smaller girl and had drawn her to her bosom while listening to her tale of woe. Dawn had hopped up occasionally to refill their glasses. Carol was now in a very mellow mood. She was aware of the swinging life being led by the people here. She and Greg had been invited to join in the action. They had politely, but firmly refused all invitations to lust. They were far too much in love to share with anyone else.
Now, apparently, Dawn and Harry had found out to their dismay that extra-curricular activity didn't pay off. At least for Dawn. Carol gathered from Dawn's conversation this wasn't the first time Harry hadn't come home at night. She comforted the smaller woman and uttered the usual words of encouragement.
Dawn finally stopped sobbing and moaning. She forced a wan smile and nuzzled deeper into Carol's embrace. "I feel much better, darling," she whispered. "Thanks for lending me a shoulder to cry on." She wobbled to her feet. "You've been a great help. I'll be okay now." She drew Carol to her feet, holding her by the hands. "Let's go to my room. I'll change into my bikini. Maybe a dip in the pool will cheer us?" She led the way to her bedroom.
Carol staggered along with her. She had absorbed far more liquor than she normally did. She had been so intent on listening to Dawn's tale of woe, she hadn't realized she'd drunk so much. She giggled. "I feel giddy." She hiccupped. "Guess I had too many to drink."
Arriving at the bedroom, Dawn led Carol to her queen-sized bed. "Here, you lie down a few minutes, darling. You did drink too many too fast." She chuckled.
Carol sank back on the bed. She relaxed. She felt warm all over. She enjoyed the feel of Dawn's warm fingers stroking her forehead and running through her hair. She enjoyed the touch of Dawn's magic fingers even more when they swept down to her chin, then to her neck. Dawn was gently massaging her skin as she touched her. It felt so good. So relaxing. She smiled at the troubled wife.
"You like what I'm doing," breathed Dawn, easing her fingers down to the tops of Carol's glorious melons.
Carol nodded. She felt a strange heat building up inside. "It feels good," she murmured, trifle drowsily. She half closed her eyes and relaxed on the pillow.
"I used to work in a massage parlor before I married," explained Dawn, gently kneading the tender, lush flesh of the adorable teenager. She smiled brightly. "How 'bout if I give you a sample of my art?" she suggested.
Carol nodded. "Sure. Why not?" The feel of Dawn's soft fingers was relaxing. She had been all tensed up over Greg's departure. Now, with Dawn's fingers working their magic, she was beginning to unwind.
"Good!" Dawn hopped to her feet and went into the bathroom. Shutting the door behind her, she deliberately raised and lowered the bathroom curtain. The signal to Sandra. Then, slipping from her wrapper, she went back to the bed. Now, stark naked, she knelt alongside the loveliest girl she'd ever seen. Her mouth watered at the sight of the lovely brown-haired girl. She shared Elvin's unbiased opinion that Carol was without a doubt the fairest of them all.
Dawn reached down to where she'd left off. Her warm fingers unhooked the bra. She tossed it aside. Her eyes gaped wide and she sucked in a deep breath. The adorable melons were round, firm, fully packed and out-thrust, with taut cherry nipples. "My God, darling," she breathed huskily, "you have wonderful breasts." She cupped them with her hands and squeezed gently. She worked her fingers around on the huge mounds with a circular motion.
Carol, who'd been a bit dismayed at seeing Dawn come from the bathroom stark naked, relaxed under the other girl's administrations. She'd never had a massage job before in her life but she reasoned perhaps it would require a person to strip. "It feels good."
"I know." Dawn enjoyed the tittie rubbing a while longer, then she slowly eased her fingers down Carol's flat stomach. She kneaded and gently massaged. She slid her finger in under the waistband of Carol's shorts and touched the mass of cunt hair hidden by the brief garment.
Carol shivered in delight at the touch of the fingers on her snatch. She giggled. "You're going to massage that?"
"Why not?" Impishly Dawn unzipped and unhooked the briefs. She slid them off the lovely buttocks and legs and tossed them aside. She now had Carol completely nude. Again she sucked in a deep breath. Her mouth watered all the more. She beat back an overwhelming urge to dip down between the lovely legs and eat at Carol's V. She knew that restraint was in order. She didn't want to frighten her pigeon. Easy does it.
Continuing her massaging movements, Dawn kneaded and stroked Carol's ankles, then her calves, then her creamy pinkish-white thighs. She pushed, kneaded and massaged the lovely columns, paying particular attention to Khe inner thighs. She eased one hand upward and placed it on Carol's breast. She tweaked at the tautening nipples in turn. She cupped one breast, then the other. She stealthily snaked the other hand upward until her fingers were touching the moist sex mound. She tweaked at the curly brown cunt hairs. She ran her palms gently across the adorable, tiny slit. Then she slid one finger into the tiny opening. She gasped in delight. It was the tightest pussy she'd ever finger-fucked.
Carol frowned. Some of the fuzziness evoked by her drinking too much, too fast, began to ebb. Her mind began clearing. She felt warm all over. Almost in heat. "Is this how you massaged people?" She half giggled, half frowned, a bit of fear building up.
Dawn nodded. "This is a special treatment I gave to certain customers. You like?" She continued to massage Carol's hairy pussy with the palm of her hand and to knead Carol's luscious melons with the other.
"It feels good," Carol admitted, relaxing again under the gentle persuasion.
"I'll make you feel good all over," promised Dawn, inching upward. She pressed her lips to Carol's. A friendly kiss.
Carol pushed her away, a frightened look in her hazel eyes. "You kissed me! Ugh!" She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. It had been the first time in her life another girl had kissed her.
"Relax, darling," coaxed Dawn, easing a finger in and out of Carol's tiny snatch. "This is my special treatment." Again she kissed the reluctant girl. At the same time she pushed another finger into Carol's cunt. She now was frigging the tiny cunt with two of her fingers.
Carol's fright and fight ebbed. It felt so good. She was still half looped. She was warm all over. She humped her pussy upward to accept more of the delightful finger-fucking.
Troubled thoughts rushed through her mind. During her high school years she had become vaguely acquainted with the word lesbian. She associated it with girls who loved other girls. Female homosexuals. She'd never been directly subjected to any of them, but on occasion she'd been approached by girls she considered different. From the word that got around among the kids, she knew why the girls were different, but she had never indulged, or accepted invitations from the odd ones.
She stared deep into Dawn's sultry eyes. The older girl was now vigorously reaming her fingers in and out of Carol's snatch. Each frigging movement excited her and brought more heat. Dawn kissed her again and again. She meshed her petite breasts against Carol's huge ones and moved them around excitingly. The touch of Dawn's tits rubbing against hers brought heat waves rushing through her entire body. She no longer wanted the older girl to stop.
"You're queer, aren't you?"
Dawn nodded. "I sure am. That's why Harry's getting turned off. He found out my secret. I love girls." Tenderly she kissed the girl of the moment. The fairest of them all. "You beautiful one," she murmured huskily. "I love you. I love you. I'll kiss you all over."
"No. No. Please don't!" Carol lodged an objection, but not too firmly. She wanted the girl to stop, but it felt so good, she wasn't sure that's what she really wanted. She was like a virgin on the verge.
Dawn ignored Carol's request for her to cease and desist. Instead, she eased around on the bed, assuming a classical sixty-nine position. Kneeling beside the half-frightened girl, she began kissing her all over. She kissed the plump breasts. She nibbled at the nipples. She drew one, then the other breast into her eager, sucking mouth. Expertly she plied her trade. Where Carol was the fairest of the fair, Dawn was the suckingest of them all. She'd had years of experience making love to girls.
She nipped, fingered, touched and kissed. She sucked tittie. She touched ass-hole. She kneaded thighs. She stroked cunt hair. She reamed fingers in and out of cunthole and ass-hole. She covered every sucking inch of Carol's wondrous body. Then, having covered the entire area, she pushed Carol's legs far apart, lifted her knees, and straddling the girl, she peered down at the jackpot! The smallest cunt she'd ever seen!
Carol whimpered, moaned, and, thrilled at the tongue lashing she'd undergone. Every fiber in her body was in heat. She no longer was fearful. She was relaxed and willing. She humped herself up and down while accepting the tender loving kisses, touches and finger fucking of ass-hole and cunthole.
She stared upward in awe at Dawn's ass and cunt so close to her face. She had never observed another girl at such close range before. Dawn was kneeling atop her, both knees aside her face and half crouching down until her pussy and ass-hole were within smelling distance of Carol's nose.
She held her hands firmly against Dawn's ass-cheeks to prevent the girl from pushing the smelly items down onto her face. She heard Dawn muttering something, and listened.
"What a pretty pussy," murmured Dawn, eyeing the object right before her adoring gaze. "Such a sweet little cunt, and so tiny." She stroked it with her fingers and eased fingers in and out. "My, you're a tight one," she whispered. "I can barely get two fingers in." She giggled, and finger-fucked.
"Stop. Stop." Carol suddenly realized the enormity of what was taking place. This had gone past the stage of a massaging job. This had entered the field of special treatment. She wasn't at all sure she wanted this treatment, though the feel of Dawn's fingers in her snatch was exhilarating.
Dawn continued to slide fingers in and out of the tiny cunt. She fingered the clitty button and gently massaged it. This caused the cute girl to writhe and moan all the more. "You like that, darling?"
"Love it. Love it." Carol humped her pussy up and down for more finger-fucking, more clitty fingering.
"Shall I kiss it?" teased Dawn, peering back momentarily.
"Yes. Yes. Please do."
"Please do what?"
"Please kiss my cunt! Please suck my pussy. Please! Please!" Dawn swooped down. She shoved her tongue far out. She entered the tiny slit. She greedily licked, and sucked and tongued the small cunt. She made animal sounds of delight while doing the thing she liked best.
At the same moment, she lowered her cunt to Carol's face!
Carol stared in awe at the descending cunt. The feel of Dawn's eager mouth, tongue and teeth on her pussy had sent electrifying shocks through her. She moaned, whimpered and heated up beyond anything that had happened before in her young life. Her thoughts were filled with lust. Passion engulfed her. Every nerve in her body tingled in ecstasy.
The feel of the older girl's tongue and mouth on her pussy excited her beyond reason. She pushed her pussy upward excitedly to get more and more sucking. "Suck it, you filthy bitch! Suck my cunt. Make me cum ... make me cum...."
The sounds were drowned out by the descent of Dawn's cunt. It meshed onto Carol's mouth, effectively shutting off the flow of words. She gasped, choked and tried to avoid the oncoming horror. The pissy smell engulfed her. She winced and groaned. Ugh. She got a whiff of Dawn's ass-hole. It smelled awful.
Half frightened and half crazed with passion and lust, she fought to regain a measure of sanity.
In self-defense and to avoid choking, she began to nip, eat and suck at the pussy in her face. With each stroke of her tongue, each nip of her teeth and each suck of her mouth, she found an amazing thing happening. It was no longer a loathing, horrible-looking object. A smelly, stinky pisshole. It was adorable. A tasty item. A kissable, suckable item.
She spread her legs wider. She pushed her cunt up harder. She sucked more avidly. She drew Dawn farther and farther down onto her eager sucking, fucking face. "I'm sucking you off, Dawn!" she whimpered happily. "I'm sucking you ... I'm sucking you...." She continued to suck and mouth the words of awe and delight. She continued to mesh her pussy upward to accept Dawn's expertise. "Make me cum, bitch! Make me cum ... Ooooooooh ... Aaaaaaaah."
The two lovelies rolled and thrashed around on the bed. Both were in a little world of their own. Both were so intent on finger fucking, cunt-licking and kissing each other that they were unaware of the world revolving about them. They moaned, whimpered and rolled on the big bed. First the young kid on top. Then the older girl on top. Fingers pushing into cunts and ass-holes. Tongues reaming pussies and ass-holes. Lips kissing pussies and ass-holes.
Two girls completely and thoroughly wrapped up in making love to each other that they were unaware of life about them. They failed to notice that other people were now in the room. Two other people. A man and a woman.
A smiling Sandra Bently and an equally pleased Elvin Gray. The two interlopers were regarding the loving couple on the bed with mixed feelings. Sandra's feelings were those of a person who has accomplished a successful mission. Elvin's feelings Were those of a man who thoroughly enjoyed watching two beautiful girls making love to each other.
In addition to watching the action with a good deal of joy and pleasure, Elvin was busily snapping pictures of the action. With his trusty camera at hand, he already had snapped several shots and was zeroing in for another one. This one a shot of lovely Carol with her tongue shoved far into Dawn's pussy. When he snapped the picture of Carol with tongue in cunt, he noticed that her expression had changed.
Carol was no longer eating the pussy with reckless abandon and a happy feeling. At the moment, she took her gaze off Dawn's ass-hole and stared at a sound that had distracted her.
The expression on her face turned to horror. A man was standing near the bed. A man with a camera. He was taking pictures of her and Dawn sucking each other off!
4
Carol froze in a moment of immobility. A deep blush swept across her hot face. Her eyes widened in shocked surprise. The moment of sheer ecstasy brought, on by the knowledge that she was sucking pussy, and thoroughly enjoying it, quickly ebbed when her startled glance saw the chubby man taking pictures of the action. It was a sobering sight. The most embarrassing moment of her young life.
She quickly uncoupled and pushed Dawn away from her hot snatch. With a wail of dismay, she bounced from the bed and rushed into the bathroom. She slammed the door shut. Sitting on the toilet, she cut loose with sobs.
Dawn, suddenly deprived of the wondrous pussy, stared after her. Her tongue was still hanging out and she licked the sides of her mouth. The moisture from the lovely pussy still clung to her lips. She sat up on the bed and regarded Sandra and Elvin with a big smile. "Get enough pictures?"
Elvin patted his camera. "I sure did. These shots'll be sensational. I can't wait to develop them. That kid is really something." He rolled his eyes approvingly. His big, fat cock, hidden in the recesses of his Bermuda shorts, was bone hard just from the sight he'd witnessed and recorded on film. His initial evaluation of Carol had been more than verified. In the nude she was even more beautiful than half-clothed.
Sandra nodded. "You go back to your studio and develop them. Can you have 'em ready bv this evening?"
"Hell, yes. I'll tear right into this job." Elvin had a complete developing lab along with a studio in his home. He did portrait work, child photography and general picture taking in his home. In addition, he did lots of work for magazines and for people who needed special developing. His hobby paid off well for him.
"Good. I'll stay here with the girls. We'll get in touch with you later. Who knows, maybe we'll have a session over at your place tonight?" Sandra winked lewdly.
Elvin grinned. His beady eyes lit up. He rubbed the front of his Bermuda shorts where his hard-on was clearly indicated. "Can I have first crack at the kid?" His voice was wistful. His chubby face alight with expectation.
Sandra shrugged. "We'll see. Maybe Carol might balk. Who knows? After all, she's only been married a few months. She's still in love with her husband. Anyway, we'll see. You run along, Elvin.
I'll call you later."
When Elvin departed with his camera, Sandra turned to Dawn. The small, brown-haired girl was sitting on the edge of the bed, awaiting further orders from her mistress. Dawn, being at the complete mercy of the older girl, and dependent on her moods, was very docile. She wanted to stay on Sandra's good side. It assured her of steady pussy licking.
"Did you have any trouble with Carol?" She inclined her head.
Dawn shook her head. "Not really." Dawn kept her voice low. "I think she fell for my line about Harry and having marital problems. The kid's hooked on soap operas. I think she'll fall for almost anything we tell 'er."
"Good." Sandra paced the floor reflectively. "This was a first time for her? I mean cunt-lapping?"
"It sure was." Dawn's eyes lit up at the memory. "She was a virgin in that area. Matter of fact, the kid's so damned tight, she's still almost a complete virgin." She chuckled.
"Oh?" An expression of annoyance swept across Sandra's pretty face. Carol was excessively tight? That could mean that she might've misjudged her husband. Maybe Greg didn't have a big prick, after all? A big prick has a tendency to enlarge a tight pussy over a period of time. If Carol was as tight as Dawn mentioned, it could mean...?
She discarded the stray thought. Regardless of what size cock Greg had, he was still a handsome hunk of man. A man that she wanted to make love with.
She stared at the closed bathroom door. She hadn't expected Carol to rush in there, but perhaps it was for the best. She smiled impishly. "You know what to do?"
Dawn nodded.
"Elvin should have the pictures developed by this evening." Sandra glanced at her watch. "Suppose we set it up for seven this evening. We'll all meet at Elvin's. You, Harry, me and Elvin. Make sure Carol's there, too. Got it?"
Dawn sighed. "Do we have to go through with it, Sandra? Why not let the kid off the hook? I mean she and Greg seem so happy. Why get 'em involved? We already have enough people in our group."
Leaning forward, Sandra delivered a slap to the face of her reluctant slave. "Enough of that kind of talk! You're getting too damned lippy lately. You'll do as I say. You hear?" She glared.
Dawn sagged. The fires of rebellion ebbed. She knew which side her tongue was on. She didn't want to antagonize her steady source of cunt-lapping. Sandra, despite her cruel streak, was a wonderful lover. "I'll do it. Seven o'clock at Elvin's?"
"Right. Now get to work on our pigeon." Sandra grinned impishly and nodded toward the closed bathroom door. She then left the bedroom and the house.
Dawn got up. She went to the bathroom door and knocked. "Carol. Let me in." She could hear the shocked girl's muffled sobs. Her heart went out in sympathy. She regretted having done what she had, and regretted even more the need for what she was going to do in the future. Many's the time she wished she had the guts to face up to Sandra. To break loose from the love grip the older, stronger girl had on her. "Open the door!" She tried the knob. The door was locked.
"No. I'm going to stay here, until they leave!"
"They've gone," she assured her.
"Are you sure? This isn't just another trick?"
"Believe me, they're gone. Please open the door."
Carol unlatched the door. She opened it and peered into the bedroom. The interlopers were gone. She stepped into the room, sobbing like a heartbroken heroine on Dan's Other Wives. When Dawn tried to gather her into her embrace, she roughly shoved her away. "Get away from me, you bitch!"
Dawn stepped back as though she'd been slapped. Her face flushed. "Darling, please don't be mad at me," she whimpered.
"Why shouldn't I be? You tricked me. You arranged all this. Even to the picture taking, didn't you?" Her accusations came fast and furious. She glared at the cringing girl.
Dawn sank onto the bed. She nodded miserably. "Sandra forced me to do it."
"Forced you? How could she force you to do anything?" She stood before the smaller girl, hands on hips and a surprised look on her face.
"When Sandra makes up her mind about something, she usually gets what she wants."
"But what does she want with me?"
"She doesn't want you. She wants Greg."
"Greg!" A spasm of fear clutched her heart.
"She wants my Greg?"
"To make love with," explained Dawn, easing back on the bed and leaning against the backboard. She spread her legs wide to allow Carol a good view of the pussy she'd been licking before the rude interruption. Inwardly she hoped the sight would rekindle the lust in the lovely teenager.
"She wants to make love with my Greg?" The thought was horrifying.
"Sandra wants all the men around. She's a nympho. She's had a thing for your Greg ever since you guys moved in. She's been plotting ways to get you and him to join her love club."
"I know she wants us to join, but we keep telling her no thanks. We're not interested."
"You will be-now!"
"What d'ya mean?"
"The pictures Elvin took. Believe me, they'll be sensational. Hell develop a few sets, then give the negatives to Sandra. Get the message?"
"Blackmail?"
"Exactly. Sandra will threaten to show them to Greg unless you agree to come to one of her swap sessions with Greg. And once you attend one of Sandra's love parties, it's goodbye man and wife. I know."
Carol sank on the bed. She suddenly felt weak. The enormity of what she'd done hit her. "You think she'd actually show the pictures to Greg?"
"But of course, darling. Why not?" Dawn drew the trembling girl to her embrace. Gently she stroked Carol's bare shoulders and breasts.
Carol cuddled up to Dawn's embrace. She knew she should be hating this girl who had tricked her.
But she couldn't. Dawn was just a pawn in the hands of the cruel, calculating girl. She had heard many stories and rumors about Sandra and her love sessions since their arrival here. She had noticed odd things happening at Sandra's home, especially on weekends. Until now, she hadn't given it too much thought. She believed in live and let live.
She knew that Dawn and Harry were regular participants at the parties. So was Elvin, and quite a few of the other people in the housing project.
The sobs came. Her shoulders shook. "Sandra tricked you like she tricked me?"
"Something like that. Only it didn't take too much tricking. Sandra quickly found out my, er, weakness. She said she'd let me make love to her as often as I wanted provided I'd join her group, with Harry, of course."
"And he agreed?"
"Hell, yes." Dawn sighed. "The bastard was happy to get a chance to tap all the lovely girls that live here. He's all for it. Maybe your Greg will be, too?"
Carol preened. "He will not! He loves me. He doesn't want any other girls."
"He will, especially when he finds out you're having other men."
"I'm not about to take on any other men!" Carol eased away from Dawn and ogled her. "What're you getting at?" Worried glints swept to her troubled eyes.
Dawn spread her hands. "Don't be so dense, darling. This was a put up job. Sandra knew Greg was leaving on his trip today. That gives her a couple days to work on you. Now she has some evidence that will turn Greg's stomach. How do you think your Greg will-react to the pictures Elvin took?"
Carol sobbed. "Hell be horrified."
"Maybe he'll even leave you. His wife a lesbian. Ugh!" Dawn poured it on. "Maybe hell divorce you," she suggested.
"He won't. He can't. I love him." She sobbed hysterically. "I'll go see Elvin. I'll beg him not to develop the pictures, or to destroy the negatives."
"You'll go to Elvin? That wolf? Hell, he's had a hard-on for you ever since you moved in. He might give you the negatives under one condition." Dawn smiled lewdly.
"What?"
"That you let 'im fuck you!"
"Dawn! Don't talk so dirty."
"I'm laying it on the line for you, darling. I doubt if Elvin will give you the negatives even then. He's in this thing with Sandra. They work as a team. She has her hooks in everyone around here." Dawn's voice was tinged with sadness. "I know."
Carol flopped back on the bed. She stared upward at the ceiling. Her eyes were rimmed with tears of frustration. Her breasts heaved up and down from her inner sobbing. She was trapped. There seemed no way out. If she didn't agree to attend at least one of Sandra's parties, the cruel girl wouldn't hesitate to show the pictures to Greg. Greg would be horrified. And, like Dawn mentioned, he might leave her ... divorce her ... The thought was horrifying. Greg had always been a straight man. A firm believer in true love. A one-girl-one-man-until-death-do-us-part type.
He was a man of firm convictions and scruples. He was mod in appearance, but not in thought. His deep inner convictions were of the old-fashioned mold. He had been brought up by strict Catholic parents, and their philosophy had rubbed off on him.
Turning tear-stained eyes to Dawn, she whimpered. "What can I do?" This girl who had tricked her was her only hope. She knew that deep inside Dawn hated Sandra, but Sandra had a hold on her.
Dawn snuggled the trembling girl to her embrace. A calculating look came to her soft brown eyes. The feel of the young girl in her embrace was electrifying. This teenaged darling was the tastiest morsel she'd had in a long time. She stroked Carol's solid melons. She tweaked the taut nipples. She cupped the breasts upward and massaged them. She ran her fingers up and down the nudeness that was so vibrant, fresh and clean. She heated up.
"I'll see what I can do," she promised. "I'll talk to Sandra. And Elvin. Then I'll get in touch with you. Maybe something can be arranged. We'll see." Empty promises. Dawn already knew what the next step in the plan was. She worked her fingers down to Carol's snatch.
She toyed with the hairy mound. She wet her lips. She wanted to finish the job she'd started before, only this time there would be no interruptions. The necessary evidence had already been obtained. At this moment, Elvin was gleefully developing the evidence, and probably jerking himself off while doing it. The horny bastard.
Carol eased Dawn's groping fingers away. She wasn't exactly in the mood for love. She was panic-stricken. The fear of what Greg would say, and do, chased all other thoughts from her mind. "Please, Dawn," she whispered, gently pulling Dawn's fingers from her tiny pussy, "some other time?"
Dawn grinned impishly. She mounted Carol, man-style. She slid Carol's legs apart and meshed her hot little pussy up against Carol's hot little pussy. She squashed her petite breasts against Carol's big, solid ones. She lowered her face and pressed her lips against Carol's in a tender, loving kiss. "You want me to help you, darling, don't you?" she breathed huskily.
"I do. I do."
"Then I deserve some kind of reward. like now. I'm so hot for you, lover. Please let me finish the job I started before?"
"But ... but...."
"If you don't," chided Dawn, "then I'll not even try to help you."
That did it. Carol had no one else to turn to. Dawn represented her only hope. She couldn't really blame this girl too much for what she'd done. Dawn, being the type of girl she was, didn't have "too much choice. Maybe if she was nice to her. Dawn could help her out? It was worth a try. Besides, at the moment, she was heating up. Dawn's working out on her soft parts and laying on top like this, bodies rubbing together, cunts meshed against each other. It was exciting. Carol nodded.
Dawn smiled in triumph. She quickly assumed a lesbian pose, herself on top.
Spreading Carol's lovely legs apart, she stared in awe at the tiny pussy.
Reverently, she touched the hairy little mound. "What a pretty pussy," she purred, licking her chops. "No wonder Greg doesn't want to share it. I don't blame him." Having delivered her accolade, she swooped down and zapped her tongue onto the lovely item. Eagerly, and expertly, she slurped at the adorable cunt.
Carol moaned and thrashed around. Forgotten for the moment was her tragic problem. She watched Dawn's pussy bouncing around enticingly close to her face. The sight excited her and made her forget all other things as heat waves engulfed her. With a whimper of delight, she pulled Dawn's cunt to her face and greedily, and not too expertly, began licking.
Time to worry about her other pressing problem later. At the moment it was joy time.
She enjoyed.
5
As the day wore on, Carol's feeling of helplessness mounted. After her torrid session with Dawn, she returned to her own home and tried busying herself around the place as usual. But her heart wasn't in it. She was trapped. She knew it. Again and again she conjured up ways to cope with the problem. None was feasible. She was dealing with a cold, calculating woman. Sandra Bently. The ex-dancer, the exotic one, was a nympho. Her aim was to get every man who lived in the project. Her current target was Greg ... Carol had noticed how Sandra had ogled Greg ever since they moved in. At the pool and playing tennis in the evenings, she had observed Sandra making a big play for Greg, under the guise of being neighborly. She and Greg had even joked about it at night. Greg had assured her he had no interest in the gay divorcee. He mentioned she wasn't exactly his type, though Carol didn't concur in this idea. Sandra was any man's type. Tall, exotic, black-haired, dark-eyed, sultry and with a dazzling physique. She was the most voluptuous girl around. A 38-26-34 dreamboat with eye-popping curves.
She and Greg had even talked over Sandra's love club, which was an open secret in the youthful project. Time and again Sandra brought up the subject of her parties and invited them to attend. Until now, they had respectfully declined. During moments of lulls in their own love making in the privacy and sanctity of their own bedroom, the subject had been touched upon.
Greg had sounded her out on her feelings about free love and swapping. like Greg, she had been opposed to it. Her upbringing had been somewhat like his. Her parents hadn't been too strict, but they had applied logic to their reasoning. They had pointed out the pitfalls of free love and couples living together without being married. Their old-fashioned concepts seemed reasonable and she had gone along with them.
She was glad Greg thought along the same lines. To all outward appearances, they were modern, but deep inside they were squares. She knew it vexed Sandra. She was thankful she and Greg had the courage of their convictions.
She definitely didn't want to share Greg with other girls. Not ever. She might be old-fashioned in that respect but that's the way it was, and the way it would continue to be.
Now there was in implied threat to her firm resolve. The pictures. The blackmail threat. She weighed every possibility. Even to the thought of facing Greg with the truth before Sandra got to him with the evidence. To confess to Greg what she and Dawn had done to each other. The idea of confessing this to Greg troubled her even more than the possibility of his finding out. Greg was all man. He had deep rooted contempt for homosexuals. He was strictly hetero. The thought of love making between people of the same sex turned him off completely.
Now if he were to find out his own wife was a lesbian!
The thought was horrifying. What was even more horrifying to her way of thinking was the fact that despite what had happened, and the terrible dilemma she had found herself in-she had really enjoyed making love to Dawn!
When the phone rang later that afternoon, she was no nearer to a possible solution than before. The velvet trap Sandra had ensnared her in was growing ever tighter. There seemed no solution to the involvement.
Dawn was on the phone. She didn't sound too hopeful, explaining that she had talked to Sandra and Elvin. Neither one would give in to her pleas to let Carol off the hook.
Dawn mentioned the only concession she could get from the two conspirators was a promise they would talk things over with Carol this evening. That is, if Carol wanted to. Dawn also mentioned that she would come along with Harry, who had returned home. Dawn implied that she would be on her side in trying to talk Sandra out of her scheme.
Carol, feeling that she was getting even more involved reluctantly agreed. She had the feeling that the entire deal was a put-on. Even to Dawn's being nice to her. Yet, she had no alternative. In a couple of days, Greg would be back, and unless she somehow got the evidence destroyed, it would be a terrible scene.
"Okay, I'll be there...."
Elvin greeted her warmly when she arrived at his house. She had been in his place a few times before with Greg. Elvin was a friendly neighbor. A big, chubby, loquacious man with a fine sense of humor and a man thoroughly wrapped up in a hobby. He was a part-time commercial artist and photographer and did excellent work. He was independently wealthy, a confirmed bachelor and at age thirty-two was having himself a ball.
The heavy-set man, with the moon face, beady eyes, and thinning brownish-greyish hair was dressed in Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt. His big, hairy legs and arms were well-tanned from plenty of sessions by poolside. His other hobby, beside art, was observing the creatures of art who inhabited this swingers' paradise.
His eyes lit up when she entered his sumptuous living room. He ushered her to the bar and sat her on a stool while pouring a drink. To his eyes, Carol was a picture of loveliness. Youthful loveliness in her form-fitting mini skirt and blouse, bare legs and sandals. Her long brown hair fell past her shoulders. Her hazel eyes were filled with glints of apprehension.
While she sipped at her drink, he picked up his camera, focused it from a distance, and posed her in a pretty pose, with one foot on the bottom rung of her bar stool and the other extending forward. A true artist, he was in instant readiness to click his camera on beautiful sights. This sight of the girl with the troubled eyes was a very beautiful sight. "Hold that pose, Carol. Smile. Don't look so sad. It isn't the end of the world. There. That's more like it." He snapped the button.
Carol, surprised at being the subject of a picture, but used to Elvin's peculiarities by now, having been subjected to his camera before, forced a wan smile. Elvin had often taken pictures of her and Greg and had given them "copies of the results. He began referring to her as his favorite model. She was very photogenic. Until this afternoon the photos had always been in good taste. Pictures of her in her bikini. In her tennis outfits. In her shorts. In the arms of Greg. Pictures of her and Greg swimming, playing tennis, having good times.
Until today, she had been grateful to Elvin for the many pictures he had taken of her and Greg. He wouldn't take a dime for the many pictures he gave them. She and Greg were accumulating quite an album, thanks to Elvin.
Now, while she smiled wanly, and tried to hold a pretty pose, her thoughts seethed. She definitely didn't want to add the pictures he'd taken of her this morning with Dawn to the album!
While Elvin was snapping pictures of her at the bar, Sandra, Dawn and Harry entered the room.
Sandra cut loose with a charming smile. "Hah! Still at it, Elvin. Taking pictures of your favorite model. How did the ones you took this morning come out?"
"Perfectly. Best shots I ever took," Elvin, the proud photographer, bragged. "Want to see 'em?"
"Not yet. We have some talking to do first." Sandra stared hard at Carol. "Don't we, dear?"
Carol flushed. She downed her drink and poured another. Damn that girl, So smug. So sure of herself. Sandra was also dressed in a mini outfit that accentuated her wondrous curves and her bra barely covered her lush breasts.
Dawn had on shorts and her husband Harry had on Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt.
Harry was about twenty-six. He had dark hair, dark eyes and was six feet two inches tall. Harry was a budding lawyer.
Since moving into the housing project, Carol had noticed that like most of the other men around, Harry had been giving her the once-over often. He and his mousy wife Dawn had been friendly neighbors and not too pushy. Their paths had crossed often and they often engaged in tennis sets and splashing around in the pool, or putting on the putting green. Not once had Harry hinted that he wanted more than a casual acquaintance with her and Greg.
She was aware that Dawn and Harry were participants in Sandra's gay parties, but since they were friendly types, she hadn't given it too much thought. Now, apparently, Harry was being called in as part of the plot to get her and Greg to join the swap group.
He gave her a friendly smile, poured himself a drink, and sat on a recliner. He propped his feet up and watched silently. In court, Harry was a voluble man. At home, he was more the strong, silent type.
Sandra, obviously the take-charge guy, smiled at her assembled group. "We're all here. Let's settle down and relax." She, too, poured a drink and sat on a comfortable chair. She stared about at the group she had under her control. It gave her a sense of power being able to mold these people to her wishes. Elvin had followed her wishes to the letter. The huge living room was air-conditioned, neat, clean and orderly. The lights were low and soft mood music was in the air. Elvin's bar was stacked with plenty of liquor, mixers and chasers.
It was a relaxing atmosphere.
After a few drinks and some small talk, Sandra came up with a suggestion. She could see that Carol was completely relaxed and far less tense, thanks to the few drinks she'd taken aboard. "Let's go down to your studio, Elvin?"
"Good thinking." Elvin whose prick had been bouncing up and down like a yo-yo from ogling the teenaged darling, Carol, readily agreed. He led the group down the stairs to the converted cellar area.
His studio was a sight to behold. Two rooms at the far end were devoted to his dark room, developing room and general workshop. The balance of the paneled cellar was tastefully furnished and designed for best results for an amateur photographer. At the other end of the room was a raised stage that contained a number of props he used in his picture taking. At the moment the setting was a bedroom. There was a queen-sized bed, a chair, a dresser and a vanity onstage.
Carol gawked in awe at the surroundings. Elvin hadn't spared any expense in making his studio a wonderful place. He had a built-in bar, a hi-fi set, chairs and lounges and even a pool table and a dart board.
The group gathered near the bar which was alongside the stage. Elvin, the genial host with a hard-on, poured a round of drinks. He was in his element. The glad-hander. At the moment his attention was centered on Carol. He sat next to her on a couch and idly ran his pudgy fingers along the nape of her neck and toyed with her mass of light-brown hair. "God, you're so beautiful," he muttered.
Carol leaned back against the couch. She felt a trifle light-headed from too many drinks. She was no longer tensed up. The conversation was pleasant. Even the touch of chubby Elvin's fingers on her neck and throat felt good. Despite what Elvin had done to her this morning, she couldn't feel too much animosity toward him. He was such a pleasant man. She couldn't really blame him for trying. All men tried to get into the panties of good-looking girls. Why should he be different?
Sandra sat on the edge of the stage and faced her groupies. She smiled, and looking directly at Carol, she said, "We hold some of our parties here."
Carol nodded. "That's nice."
Sandra frowned. "I still can't figure why you and Greg refuse to come to my parties. At least give it a try. Maybe you'll like it?" She cut loose with a disarming smile.
Carol shook her head. "Un-unh. We've heard about them."
"Oh? And just what did you hear?"
"That they're swap parties!"
Sandra shrugged. "So what? We all have a good time. No harm done. After all, we are moderns, aren't we? If we want to meet in groups and exchange our partners, what's the beef? We're all adults." Sandra outlined the modern logic of the new generation.
Carol sighed. She couldn't fault the concept if it was what the married couples really wanted and could do without tragic results. She smiled wanly. "I guess Greg and I aren't ready for that type of action yet."
"You'll never know until you give it a try."
"We don't even want to give it a try. The answer is still no-no, thanks!"
Sandra sighed her disappointment. She turned to Elvin. "I think it's about time we took a look at those pictures you took this morning."
Elvin hopped to his feet, zipped into his work room and emerged with a handful of pictures. He passed them around. "These are some of the best shots I've ever taken," he bragged with the pride of an amateur photographer who has done a bang-up job. "Just look at this one of Carol with her tongue halfway in Dawn's cunt. Man! Is that ever a good one! Look at the expression on the kid's face. like she's really enjoying the action." He babbled on about his pictures as he handed them around for the group's approval.
The approval was quickly forthcoming from all present except the star of the lewd photos.
Carol's face fell. She blushed. Her eyes bugged wide. A horrified expression came toiler face. Elvin had been right. The pictures were remarkably clear, sharp and in living color. The photos caught her in action and in Dawn's cunt and Dawn in hers. A casual observer would have immediately classified this group of pictures as the best group of photos of two girls making love that he'd ever seen. Pictures of fingers in snatches. Fingers in ass-holes. Fingers fondling breasts. Tongues in cunts. Tongues in ass-holes. Tongues kissing and nibbling at titties.
Sandra's eyes lit up as she ogled the photos. "You did a wonderful job, Elvin," she complimented the pleased photographer. Then, turning to embarrassed Carol, she said sweetly, "I'll bet Greg will get quite a charge out of seeing these!"
"You won't show 'em to him?"
"How 'bout it, gang?" Sandra appealed to her friends. "Shall we show 'em to Greg?"
' "Sure," they chorused, in unanimous consent.
"Okay, I'll give 'em to him when he gets back." Sandra gathered the photos into a pile.
"No!" yelped Carol, reaching for them. "Please don't show them to Greg!"
"Okay. You show 'em to him yourself," offered Sandra, handing the pictures to Carol.
Carol smiled in triumph. She had the pictures. She'd hide them away.
"Oh, in case you decide not to show them to him," Sandra cut in on her moment of joy, with a cruel smile, "Elvin made up a half-dozen copies of the pictures. So if it slips your mind about showing 'em to Greg, I'll see to it that he gets a set of 'em!"
Carol sighed and stuffed the pictures into her purse. She was defeated. She knew it. She might've known hateful Sandra wouldn't let her off so easily. Elvin had the negatives. He could make hundreds of copies. "Okay, you win. What do you want from me?"
"All we want from you, darling, is for you to agree to come to my party. I'm giving one Saturday night at my place."
"And if I refuse?"
"Unless you and Greg show up, I'll have no other recourse except to give him a set of the pictures. I wonder what Greg will think of his pretty little bride, when he finds out she's a cunt-lapper?" A cruel smile and a lewd wink.
Carol moaned inwardly. She knew what Greg would think. He'd throw her out on her ass. He hated homos. "If I do agree to talk him into going, and we decide it's not for us, like I mean, after the action starts ... if we both decide not to indulge, can we leave?"
Sandra placed a hand on Carol's bare knee and cut loose with a friendly smile. "Darling, you have my word on it. All I'm asking of you is to come, with Greg. If you both decide it's not your bag, you can leave. No hard feelings."
"And you won't show 'im the pictures?"
"Un-unh. We won't even try to get you involved in the future, It's a promise. All I want is for you and Greg to at least come to my party."
"Well ... okay...." Carol heaved a deep sigh. It was the best deal she could get. She downed her drink with a sigh of relief. Things might work out, after all. Once Greg saw what was happening, he'd probably want to leave. Or would he?
"Big Joe Markel and Little Marge, his wife'll be there!" Sandra threw in this tidbit of conversation her in action and in Dawn's cunt and Dawn in hers. A casual observer would have immediately classified this group of pictures as the best group of photos of two girls making love that he'd ever seen. Pictures of fingers in snatches. Fingers in ass-holes. Fingers fondling breasts. Tongues in cunts. Tongues in ass-holes. Tongues kissing and nibbling at titties.
Sandra's eyes lit up as she ogled the photos. "You did a wonderful job, Elvin," she complimented the pleased photographer. Then, turning to embarrassed Carol, she said sweetly, "I'll bet Greg will get quite a charge out of seeing these!"
"You won't show 'em to him?"
"How 'bout it, gang?" Sandra appealed to her friends. "Shall we show 'em to Greg?"
' "Sure," they chorused, in unanimous consent.
"Okay, I'll give 'em to him when he gets back." Sandra gathered the photos into a pile.
"No!" yelped Carol, reaching for them. "Please don't show them to Greg!"
"Okay. You show 'em to him yourself," offered Sandra, handing the pictures to Carol.
Carol smiled in triumph. She had the pictures. She'd hide them away.
"Oh, in case you decide not to show them to him," Sandra cut in on her moment of joy, with a cruel smile, "Elvin made up a half-dozen copies of the pictures. So if it slips your mind about showing 'em to Greg, I'll see to it that he gets a set of 'em!"
Carol sighed and stuffed the pictures into her purse. She was defeated. She knew it. She might've known hateful Sandra wouldn't let her off so easily. Elvin had the negatives. He could make hundreds of copies. "Okay, you win. What do you want from me?"
"All we want from you, darling, is for you to agree to come to my party. I'm giving one Saturday night at my place."
"And if I refuse?"
"Unless you and Greg show up, I'll have no other recourse except to give him a set of the pictures. I wonder what Greg Will think of his pretty little bride, when he finds out she's a cunt-lapper?" A cruel smile and a lewd wink.
Carol moaned inwardly. She knew what Greg would think. He'd throw her out on her ass. He hated homos. "If I do agree to talk him into going, and we decide it's not for us, like I mean, after the action starts ... if we both decide not to indulge, can we leave?"
Sandra placed a hand on Carol's bare knee and cut loose with a friendly smile. "Darling, you have my word on it. All I'm asking of you is to come, with Greg. If you both decide it's not your bag, you can leave. No hard feelings."
"And you won't show 'im the pictures?"
"Un-unh. We won't even try to get you involved in the future, It's a promise. All I want is for you and Greg to at least come to my party."
"Well ... okay...." Carol heaved a deep sigh. It was the best deal she could get. She downed her drink with a sigh of relief. Things might work out, after all. Once Greg saw what was happening, he'd probably want to leave. Or would he?
"Big Joe Markel and Little Marge, his wife'll be there!" Sandra threw in this tidbit of conversation for the benefit of the others.
Elvin's eyes lit up. "Big Joe and Little Marge'll be there! like wow!"
Harry and Dawn echoed Elvin's sentiments. "How did you manage to talk 'em into coming?" Harry's voice was filled with awe.
"They're appearing at a night club in the city this week. They pack it up Friday night and promised to visit me for the weekend before shoving off for their next club date."
Carol noticed this byplay about Big Joe and Little Marge, but did not get involved in the conversation, since she didn't know them. She downed her drink and hopped up. "Well, guess I'll be going," she said, brightly, with a charming smile. Keeping the smile on her face, she turned to Sandra. "I'll let you know if Greg agrees to go to your party."
"Sure." Sandra smiled. "Now, sit down and relax. You're not running off yet."
"But I've got a million things to do," rattled Carol. "Washing, ironing...."
"Un-unh. You're with us tonight, darling. We want to get to know you better. You've been avoiding us, hasn't she, gang?"
They nodded.
"But I really must shove...."
"Carol, Carol," chided Sandra. "Won't anything ever sink through that pretty head of yours. The pictures? We still have copies and the negatives. So why don't you just be a nice kid and do what I tell you!" Cold glints formed in Sandra's dark eyes.
Carol's rebellion died quickly. It was replaced by fear. Sinking back on the couch and accepting another drink from Elvin, she whispered, "What d'ya want me to do now?" Fearful thoughts swept through her mind.
"Nothing, darling," Sandra chuckled. "My, you're so suspicious. All we want to do is love you, darling. Make you feel at home with us."
Sandra hopped to her feet. "What say we get more comfortable, gang? It's a bit warm in here." A big lie, of course, since the air-conditioned room was ideally pleasant. In a trice, Sandra slid from her clothes. She was naked.
She was quickly joined in the nude bit by Elvin, Dawn and Harry.
Carol sat on the couch, her mouth agape. A few seconds before she had been ogling her playmates who were fully dressed in casual attire. Now they were stark naked. She felt like an outsider, being still fully clothed.
"Let's have some fun!" chortled Elvin. Holding out his hands, he asked, "Shall we dance?"
"Glad to," chuckled Harry, sweeping into Elvin's embrace.
Chuckling, giggling and squealing, the two big men waltzed around the dance floor area to the tune of the soft music being played on the hi-fi. The two chubby men, with beer-barrel bellies looked grotesque as they wandered around the floor dancing.
"Aren't they silly?" giggled Dawn, getting up and gathering Sandra into her embrace and waltzing around the floor. The two girls giggled, wiggled and felt each other as they followed the men on the dance floor.
Carol watched the scene with mixed feelings.
She knew this entire setup was for her benefit. Sandra had talked her into coming to her party. Now she was trying something else again. She was not just satisfied with a promise for the future. Apparently she had something else in her mind. But what?
6
The answer wasn't long in coming. As she watched the two men flouncing around the floor together, laughing and joking while making lewd remarks, she also noticed another thing. Both pricks began to harden. Not so much from dancing with each other, but from watching the two nudies dancing nearby. There is nothing like the sight of a nude girl to harden a cock. Right now the two men had two nudes to stare at with predictable results.
Both cocks were surging hard'. Carol, in spite of her feelings of dismay at having been trapped by this odd group, couldn't help but be impressed by the sight.
She was not an expert on prick sizes. In her young life, she hadn't viewed many cocks. Greg's was about the only one she'd ever really gotten a good look at. And it was a big one. A good eight, or nine, inches when fully extended and ready for action. It was nice and big, and fat, too.
Now, in ogling the two hardening pricks between the two dancing men, Carol was aware that these two guys were also plentifully endowed. They were both almost as big as her Greg, give or take an inch or so.
The sight of the enormous pricks bouncing against each other as the men danced, sent shock waves through her. She began heating up. The warming effects of the liquor she'd drunk, plus the sight of all the nudies, had a telling effect. She no longer had the urge to flee. She had an almost uncontrollable urge to shed her own clothes and join them in the fun and games. By an effort of great willpower, she resisted. For the moment she contented herself in being an interested onlooker.
Sandra eased toward her, as did the boys. Reaching down, Sandra grabbed Elvin's big cock and shoved it toward her. "Wouldn't you like to feel this big bastard in your little cunt, darling?" she giggled.
Carol inched back, and shook her head. "Un-unh."
"Then how 'bout sucking it?" To emphasize her point, Sandra knelt down, drew Elvin's big cock into her eager mouth and sucked it.
Carol flushed. She knew she was being given a preview of what happens at Sandra's parties. She was being deliberately tested. She watched in silent awe, but with a sense of approval at Sandra sucking Elvin's big cock. She could see that Sandra was indeed an expert in the art. The big prick easily slid in and out of Sandra's mouth. She gave it the kissing, tonguing, sucking treatment and had Elvin almost cumming.
Sandra uncoupled from the big prick, and generously thrust it toward her. "Your turn, darling. Give it a few sucks!" Elvin moved forward until his cock was touching Carol's mouth.
Carol opened her mouth to protest. To tell them she wasn't in the mood. She didn't get the words out. Elvin got the prick in. Carol continued to try and get on record as being opposed to the action, but her words were muffled by the stiff rod in her throat.
She finally gave up protesting, and started sucking. She loved sucking cocks. Until now, her efforts in cocksucking had been concentrated on Greg's hot rod. Now she gave her undivided attention to this new one. She eased forward to work out on it better. The groupies moved aside to watch the action. Sandra and Dawn got on either side of her and while she sucked Elvin, they undressed her.
She didn't know what they were doing to her, but she loved it. She could feel herself being shoved and moved around on the big couch, then they lifted her upward and while she still had Elvin's big cock in her mouth, they carried her to the bed on the stage.
They deposited her on the bed and she didn't miss a cocksucking stroke!
Her ass was on the edge of the bed. Her legs extended outward. Her knees were raised and her legs were stretched wide. Elvin was riding atop her like a jockey. His big cock was being rammed down her throat.
Glancing past Elvin's big ass which was thrusting forward and back as he rammed his cock into her mouth, she could see Harry kneeling down between her outstretched legs. Harry began sucking her pussy. Waves of heat engulfed her. Forgotten were her qualms and fears. She eagerly sucked cock while getting her cunt sucked in return. It was exhilarating. The first time in her life she'd ever had two men doing her at one time.
She was so intent on getting serviced at one end and servicing a prick at the other end that she was unaware of other action taking place in the room. Even if she'd been completely aware of the action she probably wouldn't have objected. She was too hot.
Sandra, seeing that her plan was going off according to schedule, had flicked on light switches. Floodlights were focused on the scene on the bed. She darted behind the camera on the tripod. Elvin had thoroughly briefed her on how to use his equipment. She, too, was an expert photographer, though not in the same class with the master, Elvin.
She focused the lens onto the action. She started snapping pictures. Pictures of Carol sucking the big prick. Pictures of Carol's little cunt being sucked by a horny bastard.
Dawn stood by the bed, watching the action and taking cues from the camerawoman. When Sandra signalled she had enough sucking pictures, she winked at Elvin and nodded.
Elvin quickly detached his enormous prick from Carol's pretty lips. He nudged Harry from the cunt he was sucking, and eased Carol onto the bed on her back. He then knelt between Carol's legs and rammed his bone-hard, well-sucked prick into her well-sucked pussy. It squished in with a satisfying sound and a moan of delight from the teenaged darling.
Carol humped her pussy upward to meet his solid thrusts. She beat a tattoo on his hairy back. "Fuck me, Elvin," she moaned. "Fuck the shit out of me. Make me feel that big prick, you bastard! Wow! Ooooooooooh ... Aaaaaaaa...."
Elvin, acting on cues from Dawn, eased his big cock in and out of the tiny twat. From time to time he hesitated on his power strokes to allow Sandra to get a close-up view of him getting his cock into Carol's pussy. He moved around on the bed from time to time to allow for better poses.
Then, at a signal from Dawn, he pulled his surging cock from her steaming cunt, while Carol moaned in protest and tried to keep him in.
Her protest was quickly muffled, however, when big-cocked Elvin was replaced by almost as big-cocked Harry. Harry slid his dong into her moist pussy and took up the cadence where Elvin had left off.
He, too, fucked Carol on cue from his own wife, Dawn. He eased his cock in. He moved around and posed for the picture taking. Then, at a signal from his wife, he uncoupled his' cock from Carol's snatch.
Carol, heating up tremendously from the banging, was disappointed at the cock removals. She was the type who liked to go through a fucking action from entrance to completion without any stopovers in route. Twice now, she'd been brought to the verge of cumming, only to have the cum-makers removed. It was exasperating. "What's wrong with you guys?" she wailed.
Her disappointment was short-lived as the two horny bastards attacked her from different angles and curves. Elvin grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up onto her knees in the center of the bed. She was now on hands and knees, a surprised look on her pretty face. "Now what're you bastards going to do to me?"
Elvin answered her question by easing forward on his knees and sliding his prick into her mouth. Her face was on the same level as his prick. He slammed it in and out of her fucking face.
At the same moment, Harry attacked her from the rear. After licking her ass-hole and reaming it with tongue and fingers, he knelt behind her behind and rammed his cock deep into her ass-hole!
Carol moaned and squealed in pain and agony at the rear-end invasion. She wasn't exactly a virgin in the ass-hole, but it always hurt until she adjusted.
Fortunately, she had a nice big prick to suck on and allay her pain in the ass. She concentrated on sucking the prick while wiggling her ass. She quickly adjusted to Harry's ass-fucking prick. It now felt good. She eagerly sucked cock and wiggled ass. It all felt so wonderful. Again it was a first time for her to get screwed by two men at one time.
Sandra removed the camera from the tripod and bounced around the bed, snapping pictures of the trio in action. She was getting some wonderful shots of Carol taking on the two guys. Pictures that she would retain as a blackmail threat if this lovely little wife ever got out of line. With each picture she snapped she knew that the lovely teenager was getting deeper and deeper into her clutches. Sandra enjoyed having this kind of power over girls.
Not only did it flatter her ego to be able to command strict obedience from the girls involved but it also supplied her with ammunition for her own perverted desires. Girls like Carol and Dawn she could use as bait to attract other men, and she'd benefit from the fall out. Sandra had quite a string of girls under her domination. She was especially pleased at adding this snot-nosed brat to her list. Carol had been giving her a hard time. Refusing her invitations. Keeping her wonderful husband away from her.
Now all this would be changed, especially after this session. She had Carol over a barrel and would take advantage of the kid. Boy, would she take advantage of her.
She snapped a final picture. One of Carol peering from above the big prick she was sucking, and staring with a surprised look on her face. As though for the first time she was aware that what she was doing was being recorded on film for posterity.
Sandra grinned triumphantly. She stopped snapping pictures. "Okay, boys, break off the action! I've got enough shots!"
Obediently the boys broke off the action. Elvin pulled his still stiff prick reluctantly from the pretty face he was fucking. Harry eased his stick from the hole he was reaming. Both men sighed deeply. But, like the girls under Sandra's domination, they, too, were puppets on a string as far as she was concerned. Sandra called the shots. They had both learned to obey her calls without question.
Carol, relieved of two stiff pricks, sagged onto the bed, a horrified expression on her face. She rolled over, sat on the edge of the bed, and pointed. "You didn't take pictures of what we were doing?" Her voice was filled with horror and half-sobs.
Sandra patted the camera, then handed it to Elvin. "I sure did, honey. Here, Elvin, stash this away for the evening. I think we have enough pictures. Now, let's have some real fun!"
Carol gulped and watched in dismay while Elvin went over to his workroom, entered, and then came out, locking the door behind.
She glared at Sandra. "Why? Why'd you take pictures of that! You already had the pictures of me and Dawn." She shuddered.
Sandra grinned. "Those pictures are for insurance, honey. In case you get any silly ideas about backing out of your agreement. And also for future reference and use. Maybe Greg could get over the shock of seeing you suck cunts, but I doubt if he'd appreciate seeing on film what you just did for Elvin and Harry?"
Carol groaned miserably. Damn the bitch! The shrewd, calculating whore. The nympho. The pervert. Intermingled in her dire thoughts was the knowledge that no matter how much she detested this hateful girl, one thing was crystal clear. Sandra now had a stranglehold on her. She was now under the lewd girl's complete domination. Just like Dawn was. And probably many other young wives here at the project.
She cursed herself inwardly for having allowed her passion to overcome her common sense. "Please don't show those pictures to Greg?" she whimpered.
"That depends on you, honey." Sandra stood before her, a cold, calculating look on her beautiful face. Her dark eyes snapped. She pursed her lips and sipped at a drink. She spread her legs wide. Her big, black-haired snatch was thrust forward.
Carol eased backward to get out of smelling range of the big, ugly-looking, hairy mound. She hated this girl. She hated her cunt. She didn't even want to be near her. "What do you mean?" Her voice was tremulous.
"If you do everything I tell you to do, without question, I'll keep those pictures for myself. I won't show 'em to Greg."
"Gee, thanks." A wave of relief swept through her.
Sandra sneered. "I don't think you heard me, Carol. I said I wouldn't show 'em to him, if you do exactly what I tell you to do, at any time! Is that clear?"
Carol nodded and sighed. "I ... I guess so...." At the moment she'd agree to anything just to get away from her tormentor. She made an effort to get up.
"Sit there!" Sandra delivered a stinging slap to her face. "I didn't say you could get up, did I?"
Carol's hand flew to her slapped face. She blushed hotly. A wave of anger swept through her. She doubled her fists. "Don't you ever do that again, Sandra!" Her voice was flat, filled with anger.
"Oh, no? And just what're you going to do about it?" Sandra slapped her again, and again.
Carol hopped to her feet. She rushed at Sandra, hands flailing. She managed to land a few hard slaps to Sandra's flushed face. Hard, stinging slaps. "You filthy bitch! I hate you. I hate you!" She slapped away at the mocking girl.
"Grab 'er, boys!" Sandra's voice cut through the din.
Elvin and Harry quickly grabbed Carol's hands and held her tightly. While Carol struggled and tried to break loose, Sandra, her face a mask of fury and insanity, continued to rain slaps on the pretty teenager's bruised face.
Reaching out, Elvin grabbed the enraged girl's hands. "Enough yet, Sandra. You don't want the kid's face all marked up when Greg gets home, do you?" He shoved Sandra away.
Sandra continued to try and reach Carol for a few more slaps, but Elvin and Harry held her at bay. Then the insanity ebbed from her face. The anger dissipated. She let her hands down. She forced a smile. "You're right, boys. I guess I kinda lost my temper."
She moved forward and thrust her face to within inches of Carol's. "Don't you ever slap me again, Carol! Understand? Don't ever raise a hand to me in anger. And don't ever rebel against me again. That clear?"
Carol's rage abated. She glared. Then the helplessness of the situation came to her. This blackmailing girl had her over a barrel. Fighting her wouldn't help. It would only aggravate the bad situation. Gingerly, she rubbed her hot cheeks. She still felt the sting of the hard slaps. Fortunately Elvin had stopped Sandra before any damage was done. "I'm sorry, Sandra," she said, docilely. "I'll do what you say. No more rebellion." She was licked and she knew it. As long as Sandra had those horrible pictures of her to show to Greg.
She followed Sandra to the bar, sat on a stool and sipped at the drink Sandra poured for her. The two girls eyed each other warily.
Sandra, knowing she had the upper hand, smiled. "Here's to our future friendship, honey," she whispered, raising her glass.
Carol's rage ebbed. She forced a wan smile. The smile of a defeated person, trying to adjust to the reality of having been overcome. She raised her glass to her lips and sipped. She cut loose with a deep sigh. A sigh of resignation. "I'm sorry, Sandra," she whispered.
"Good. Just so we understand each other." Sandra, the victorious one, was quick to offer the olive branch to the defeated enemy. "We're friends again?" Reaching over, she placed a hand on Carol's adorable tits. She gently squeezed them and tweaked the taut nipples. "I wouldn't want my beautiful love slave to be mad at me," she whispered, fondling the solid melons.
In spite of her hatred for this girl, Carol couldn't help but heat up under the soft, feminine touches. Sandra was so right. They should be friends. Actually she had no other choice. Not as long as this girl had the evidence. Until, or if, she ever managed to get her hands on the evidence and destroy it, she would have to cooperate and be the girl's willing slave.
Beating back her shock waves of disgust and hatred, she reached over and placed her hands on Sandra's thighs and stroked them. The big, dark-haired girl had such creamy, pinkish-white skin. It was so soft. At the moment it was acquiring a light tan from the many exposures in the sun, since Sandra practically lived around the pool during the daytime. She enjoyed showing off her wondrous shape in her bikini, and teasing the boys at poolside.
Sandra, heating up under the soft, warm fingers on her thighs, smiled and finished her drink. She continued to fondle Carol's lush titties. Then, hopping to her feet, she slid an arm about Carol's waist, eased her down from the stool, headed for the bed, and said, "Let's kiss and make up, honey?"
Carol beat back the expression of annoyance. Kiss this girl? Ugh! She forced a smile, and the momentary rebellion ebbed. She was the love slave. Anything Sandra wanted, Sandra got. She pursed her lips, half closed her eyes and waited. "Okay, let's kiss and make up."
Sandra pinched her cute bottom. "Silly. I don't mean kiss that way!" Sandra flopped onto her back on the bed. She spread her legs wide, lifted her knees and humped her big, black-haired pussy upward. "I mean for you to kiss my cunt!"
Carol flushed and backed away. Rebellion flared anew. This was asking too much! "I will not! Ugh!" The very thought was horrifying.
Sandra frowned. Placing fingers on her cunt lips, she spread the vaginal lips wide. A huge gap. A pinkish, moist mess. "Carol! I said for you to kiss my cunt! Now!" Her voice was sharp.
Carol stared about her. Tried to elicit some help from the onlookers. They stood immobile and not offering by expression, or movement, any signs of going. to her assistance. Their demeanor clearly indicated this was her decision to make alone. No outside help would be offered, or forthcoming. They stared silently.
Again the rebellion died. She stared at the huge, gaping cunt, and winced inwardly. This was by far the biggest cunt she'd ever stared at, not that she'd stared at many. She knew it would take a big-sized cock to fill this gaping hole. One like Greg's, and then some. No wonder Sandra was trying so hard to get her and Greg into her love circle. She could see why. This big girl had a big cunt and it needed constant attention from bigger and bigger cocks, if she were to be sated.
Somehow, Sandra must've gotten the word, or maybe she had guessed, that Greg was heavy-hung.
"Carol! I'm getting impatient!" Sandra glared. She toyed with her big snatch. "Get down here, you pretty bitch!" she ordered. "Go down on me with those pretty lips and mouth. Now!" She humped her pussy upward.
Carol sighed, cast another look of appeal at the interested onlookers, then, getting no response from them, she knelt on the bed alongside the hateful girl. She moved over and half-straddled the luscious physique. Then she slowly eased her face down between Sandra's outstretched legs. Shoving her tongue out, she slid it into the stinking cunt!
Carol had become the complete love slave. The obedient one. The teenaged darling who would do this girl's bidding. She grimaced and almost threw up when she tasted the smelly cunt.
It smelled terrible. It tasted foul. But she continued to eat it. She had no other recourse. With each lick and suck, her attitude changed. Heat waves washed away her feelings of disgust and anger. She dipped in more fervently and worked herself up to a passion. Her reluctance departed. She began enjoying!
The more she sucked, the better it tasted. She redoubled her efforts to please her mistress.
Sandra squirmed and wriggled in ecstasy. "Damn, you can really suck a cunt, honey. It feels so damned good. Aaaaaaaah ... Oooooooo."
In between aaahing and oohing, Sandra motioned to Elvin. He got the message.
Elvin hopped onto the bed. He approached Carol from the rear. While she was wriggling her ass while sucking the smelly cunt, he placed his hand on her ass and eased his cock forward. He shoved it mightily into her pussy from the rear!
Carol moaned and wiggled in ecstasy when she felt the cock in her cunt. She moved forward in a sucking motion and backward in a fucking motion. It was paradise.
She no longer felt enraged at Sandra. At the moment she rather enjoyed being a love slave for this perverted girl. Especially now that she knew the love would embrace the entire group. That Sandra would share her with her friends.
Sandra enjoyed her sucking for a while longer.
Carol enjoyed her sucking and getting fucked a while longer.
Then Sandra clipped a new order. She shoved Carol away from her pussy. She motioned for Harry to mount her. "C'mere, horse cock Harry. Shove your cock in me!" she ordered. "This slut has me all heated up."
Sandra smiled lovingly at the little slut beside her, who at that moment had landed on her back and was being well fucked by Elvin.
The two girls lay side by side, taking a pounding from the two hot bastards. Two enormous pricks were being shoved into two totally different cunts. One was a huge, black-haired one that had been stretched to the point where few, if any cocks, could sate it.
The other cunt was still a tiny one. It hadn't been used too often in the nineteen years of the girl who owned it. Elvin's big cock pushed hard against the tight velvet walls and his face was alight with sheer ecstasy as he rammed cock into an almost virginal pussy. A tiny, tight, little, brown-haired cunt.
Carol stared at Sandra. The older girl crinkled her nose impishly. "Welcome to my club, honey." s Carol nodded happily. Maybe she had misjudged this girl. Sandra was a nice person, especially now, sharing her friends with her. Her big-cocked friends.
Carol's new-found feelings of joy and ecstasy lasted all night. A wonderful night that she would always remember. She had become the perfect love-slave for the older lovers. Again and again, they had sampled her charms. In turn, in groups, they all had a go at her, time and again. From every conceivable angle and curve. She had sampled love from so many ways that she wished it could go on forever.
It lasted all night and far into the next day, before the lovers were sated.
Carol wandered around her home the rest of the next day, and the next. Being a love slave had been wonderful. She still thrilled and tingled at the memory of the moments of joy and ecstasy.
But with the imminent arrival of Greg, her inner joy ebbed. Reality faced her.
What could she say to Greg?
7
Carol snuggled up against Greg. They were in bed. It was late evening. Greg had come home from his trip a few hours ago. She'd had a wonderful meal ready for him. But before he had partaken of the meal, he had dumped her on the bed and had slapped a fast fuck into her. One from the road, he'd called it.
Now, three hours and another fuck later, he was almost sated. His passion and lust were ebbing. He had missed his darling wife and had made up for the days he'd been gone. He lay on his back, naked, and limp-pricked. He was drowsy and ready to call it a night. He'd have to go in to work in the morning and give a report to the boss on the results of his trip. It had been quite successful. He knew the boss would be satisfied with the results.
"G'night, hon. Let's go to sleep. Turn off the light." He gave her a love-slap on her cute fanny, pressed his lips to hers in a goodnight kiss and gave with a big yawn. "I'm bushed."
She made no effort to turn off the bedside lamp. Instead she nuzzled closer, eased a leg up over his limp cock, reached down with her fingers and toyed with his man-sized titties. She tweaked at them and the mass of light-colored hair between the nipples. Greg wasn't a hairy man. Being a blonde, his body hair was lightish in color and texture. "Let's talk awhile," she suggested. "Tell me more about your trip. Did you have a good time?"
He shrugged. "If you can call staying in a motel room watching TV most of the evenings a good time, then yeah, I guess you can say I did." He gave her another hug. "I sure missed you, hon."
"And I missed you." She kissed him. "Did you fool around any, dear?"
"Me, fool around? When I have a wife like you at home? Hah! That's a silly question."
She sighed. She'd been sort of half-hoping he'd confess to some dire misdeeds. It would allay her own guilt. Guilt that had been embossed in pictures for posterity. She had been given a set of the pictures Sandra had taken. Pictures of her, Elvin and Harry making love. like the previous pictures, the results had been sharp and clear. She had the pictures stashed away deep in the recess of her bureau drawer. A place where Greg never ventured to look.
Since the horrible-yet-wonderful-night at Elvin's, her mind had been in a whirl. She had been thoroughly and completely trapped. Again and again she had toyed with the idea of coming up with a full confession. To outline exactly what had happened. She had chickened out. He loved her so much. She couldn't confess. It would break his heart. It would end their marriage. He was a square. He'd never understand, or forgive.
She'd have to go along with Sandra. Con Greg into going to the party. It was the only way she could get off the hook. That's all Sandra wanted. An appearance by them at her party.
"Come to think of it, I haven't." He grinned. "And what have you been doing, hon. Making time with the boys while I've been away?" He joshed.
She blushed. He didn't know how close he was to the truth. "Yeah," she retorted, keeping up the joke, "I screwed every man around." She chuckled. "Do you mind?"
He grinned, still with the joking mood. "Okay, what did you do?"
"Well, like you said I should, I got together with Dawn and Sandra. In fact we three were together most of the time yon were gone." A truthful statement.
"That's nice. They seem like nice girls."
"They are. We had some long talks. Oh, and by the way, dear," she added, casually, "I sort of half-promised Sandra you and I would come to her party this Saturday night." She kept her voice calm.
Greg popped up in bed, a concerned look on his handsome face. "You didn't!"
"I did. I told 'er I'd ask you. I'm to let her know tomorrow."
"But we agreed not to get involved with her and her parties." An expression of dismay was on his face. "You know what kind of affairs they are. Hell, they're swap parties!"
Carol shrugged. "How do we know for sure?"
"I mean-like we hear the rumors. People talk."
She sighed. "I tried to tell Sandra we weren't interested. She insisted we at least come and see what happens. She said if we don't like what's taking place, we can leave. Dawn and Harry will be there. So will Elvin, and another couple. She also mentioned something about some friends of hers she knows from when she acts in the nightclub in the city."
"Who?"
"Gee, I don't know for sure. She mentioned something about an act named Big Joe and Little Marge. She says they're quite popular on the nightclub circuit. They're going to pop in at Sandra's for a short visit during her party. She says well get a kick out of them."
Some of his hesitancy ebbed. "H'mm. A nightclub act. Could be interesting." He drew her into his embrace and stroked her bare back. "You want to go to her party, hon?"
"Not really, but she's so insistent. So's Dawn. I guess they want us to get more involved and friendly. We have been kind of standoffish, I guess. We pal around with them all in the daytime. Swim with 'em. Play tennis with 'em. But come nighttime, and party time, and we shove off to be by ourselves. I guess they would like for us to socialize more."
He sighed. "Yeah, I've been kinda thinking along that line, too."
"I guess we give the impression that we're too good for 'em."
"Or too much in love to share our love with others," he said, pointedly.
"Yeah, I guess. So what're we going to do? Shall I tell Sandra well be there?"
He hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. like you say, If we don't like the way the action's going, we can always leave."
She heaved a sigh of relief. She pushed him onto his back, mounted him, and gave him a big kiss. She eased her hand down and played with his limp dick. "I think the whole thing is that Sandra's got a crush on you, dear. She wants you to make love to her."
"Hah! Don't be silly. She's too old for me!"
"Too old! She's only twenty-seven. You're twenty-five!"
Greg chuckled. "I like my girls to be real young. That's why I married you, my teenaged brat! If you'd been a couple years older, you'd have been too old for me. I like my girls very young and tender. like you, hon." He kissed her and fondled her melons. "I'll bet Sandra's cunt is as big as a cow's from all the screwing she's had."
"And how would you know how big her cunt is?"
"I'm guessing." He grinned. "Don't worry, hon, I wouldn't fuck Sandra if she begged me to."
Carol sighed in relief. Those were words she enjoyed hearing. She eased up from his belly and stared down at his half hard cock.
"Would you fuck me if I begged you?" She gently jerked more hardness into his dong.
"Try me."
Carol eased down. She was half-kneeling, half-crouching before his limp cock with her body between his outstretched legs, her face close to his dangling cock. She held it in her hands and stared. "Please, little cock," she begged, "get hard!" She addressed her remarks to his cockhead which was within inches of her lips.
Greg, enjoying the byplay, humped his cock closer to her lips. "Maybe if you kiss the little bastard it might get hard," he suggested impishly.
"Pretty please?" coaxed Carol to the cock. "Get hard!" She kissed the cockhead.
Greg chortled. "There! It's getting hard! Kiss it some more. Suck it!"
Carol crinkled her nose impishly at his darling cock. She enjoyed playing these games with her handsome husband. She tongued his hairy balls and kissed her way upward. The shaft was hardening with each touch of her tongue and lips. It was almost bone hard. She licked every fucking inch of the big cock. She nuzzled her face down between his legs and nipped at his hairy balls and sunk her tongue in and out of his ass-hole a few times. She thoroughly licked him all over. His ass-cheeks. His balls. His ass-hole. His inner thighs, and finally she concentrated on his surging hard prick.
"My goodness!" she squealed in mock surprise. "The little bastard's grown so big!"
"The better to fuck you with, little girl." He eased her around to a sixty-nine position. He lowered her cute buttocks to his face. He zapped his hot tongue into her hot cunt. Excitedly he licked, slurped and kissed the adorable little item. He loved this tiny twat and had no thoughts of ever sharing it with any other man. He was a modern guy and half-way believed in the concept of free love, up to a point. As long as it didn't involve him sharing his wife's pussy. The adorable little slit he loved so much.
In between sucking her tiny pussy, he got a few licks into her shit chute. Next to her cunt, he loved fucking this bunghole. It was such a tiny, puckered looking hole. He loved it.
He smelled her ass-hole while he reamed it with tongue and fingers. He kissed her hole. He kissed her cunt. He massaged her inner thighs. He kissed her inner thighs and ass-cheeks. He fondled her swinging bells. He heated up. He felt himself building to a climax. For the third time since arriving home a few hours ago. A new record for him. Three times in so short a span of time. He was sure heated up. Her cocksucking was especially good tonight.
He toyed with the idea of shooting his wad into her mouth. He wished there was some way he could get her to come in his mouth. But girls being girls who come inwardly and not' with outward squirts they couldn't fill mouths with loads of hot nectar. He could only suck at her moistness and dip his tongue as far in as he could. He licked her inner walls. He nipped at her clitty. He swabbed his tongue the entire length of her perky little snatch. He felt her pussy billowing in and out with each suck of his tongue.
He suddenly withdrew his face from her cunt. He moved around and flipped her onto her back. "Get ready, you slut!" He smiled tenderly as he spread her legs wide, lifted her knees and then rammed his solid cock into her soft pussy.
In. Out. He rammed it hard, then relaxed and paced himself. She didn't like the jackrabbit approach. She enjoyed it more slow and easy like.
"I'm fucking you, little bitch!" he chortled, shoving his cock in and out. He placed his hands around her cute ass-cheeks and drew her up and down to meet his strokes. "I'm shoving my big cock into your big cunt!"
"Yes. Yes," she whimpered happily, moving up and down in cadence. "You're fucking my big, fat cunt. C'mon, big cock. Make me feel it. Wow! Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck me. Fuck me!"she screamed and bounced around. "It's so good ... Aaaaaaaaahh. ... Ooooooooohh. Fuck me! Fuck me, you bastard!"
"like this, you big fat whore?" He pounded cock deep into her adorable little cunt. Tenderly and gently he poured cock into his wonderful wife while uttering nice little obscenities. "You cock-sucking bitch! You slut! You fat little whore! You ass-fucking little piggy." With each tender word of love, he kissed her and bounced on her breasts. "I love you, hon," he whimpered, feeling the climax approaching. "I love you ... I love you...."
I'm cumming, too, you whoremonger. You ugly bastard. You big cocked guy. Oooooooooh ... Aaaaaaaah. Now!" she screamed. "Now...."
They came together. Writhing, moaning, pushing, shoving and each trying to sate the other and get sated in return. Breasts squished against breasts. Stomach shoved against stomach. Prick sunk deep into a tiny shaft, spewing wads of hot cum. A tiny cunt gushing inwardly, hot juices intermingling with hot juices.
Lips pressed against lips in a soul kiss, while hose was squirting to fill up a cauldron of love which was gushing cum inwardly. Arms wrapped around each other in a tight embrace. Two lovers exulting in the ultimate moment of ecstasy. Perfectly timed climaxes.
Togetherness! Cumming togetherness!
He was the first to give ground. Having already filled the tiny cunt hole twice since arriving home, his energy had been sapped. His cum quota had been more than tapped. He continued giving with a few tentative pushes while emptying his sperm into her willing receptacle.
He finally could push no more. His hose stopped squirting. It began to wilt. He tried to continue the effort but he was drained, emotionally and physically. It had been the best fuck of all.
He flopped onto his side, gasping slightly and chest heaving from the tremendous exertion. He smiled wanly and took her hand. "It was wonderful, hon," he breathed.
She nodded. Being a young wife, a young kid full of pep and ginger she could have continued. She could've fucked all night. She was in the mood. So filled with love for her wonderful guy. She squeezed his hand and turned toward him, her breasts nuzzling against his heaving chest. "I love you, dear."
"And I love you, hon." He smiled sadly at his dejected-looking cock. It was so soft and mellow. "Shall we try for a fourth time?" he chuckled impishly.
She tucked his limp rod between his hot thighs. "You just keep that little bastard to yourself for the rest of the night!"
"Little?" He grinned impishly.
She smiled. "Yeah, you keep the bastard down. I don't want to wear you out. Tomorrow's another day. You have to go" to the office. Save it for later."
"like this weekend? Sandra's party?" he teased.
She blushed. "Don't you dare think of anything like that! I'm not about to share your big cock with any other girl. Remember that!"
"And I'm not about to share your tiny cunt with any other guy. Remember that!" He smiled, and turned onto his side. "G'night, hon. I've gotta wash up some, then it's to sleep. Okay? Or do you want to try again?" He wobbled to his feet.
"Good night!"
She stared fondly at his retreating back. She sighed. He was such a wonderful husband. She wished now she hadn't gotten involved with Dawn and Sandra the past couple of days. She got up and headed for the other bathroom to cleanse herself after the session. She smiled inwardly as she washed out her pussy. She really didn't have too much to worry about or did she?
8
Carol's jitters and fears regarding the party began to ebb with each passing moment. She had expected a wild orgy to start up shortly after their arrival at Sandra's. She had half expected to see everyone dive right in, rip off their clothes and start fucking like wild Indians almost immediately.
She had been pleasantly surprised and now was pleasantly gratified to see that things were far from what she'd thought they'd be. At the moment, an hour after their arrival she would classify the party in Sandra's rumpus room as being a trifle dull. The rumpus room was aptly named. It ran the entire length of her house, in lieu of a basement. Sandra had the place especially outfitted for her own needs.
At one end of the room was a stage-like area complete with bedroom set and queen-size bed. This type of prop seemed popular with the swingers. Elvin had a similar type in his cellar. So did Dawn and Harry. The big houses were similar in construction, yet different enough not to be conspicuous. The plush homes ranged in the thirty-five to fifty-thousand-dollar category. They were three-bedroom, all-electric, modern homes, with sizeable yards and built around the recreation area that was available to all the homeowners.
In addition to her bedroom setup in the rumpus room, Sandra also had a full-sized pool table, a dart board, a ping pong table, a built-in bar, television set, hi-fi and plenty of lounge chairs and sofa beds. Sofa beds which couldbe quickly converted into fucking platforms.
Present at the party, in addition to Carol and Greg, were Elvin, Dawn, Harry and two other young couples from the other street. She knew them slightly. At the moment she was playing a game of pool with Elvin and sipping at a drink. She noticed that Greg and Sandra were sitting at the bar, on stools, laughing, giggling and having a gay time.
But it was just talk. A few couples were moving around on the dance floor area in time with some soft music. The small talk had died down. The drinks had begun to settle and the party-goers were relaxing and starting to pair off. Carol could see that one couple on the floor were getting chummy. The girl had her hand tucked into the man's slacks and was obviously fondling his prick. The man, in turn, had his hand up the girl's backside and was fondling her ass.
Carol sighed. She realized the party would soon get more exciting if the couple on the floor were any indication of things to come. The girl now had the guy's prick out in the open and was tugging on it, while pretending to dance. At any moment, she expected to see the, girl dip down and start sucking the big cock.
The arrival of Big Joe and Little Marge created quite some excitement. Carol gawked in awe at the odd couple. She'd been hearing about the expected guests from some of the others. Seems like Joe and Marge put on a father-daughter act that was quite popular in the nightclub circuit. Apparently they did imitations of famous people, danced, sang and told smutty jokes. A bit camp, but at the moment quite popular, and from what she could gather they were very talented.
The odd couple lived up to their nicknames. Joe was a big man. He was about six foot three. He weighed at least two-twenty. He was solid. About thirty-seven years old. He had a flowing mass of long blonde hair, a full beard and sparkling blue eyes. He was dressed in a flowery sports shirt and flared slacks of purplish hue. A strikingly handsome man. Tall, powerful and filled with zest and good humor. He exuded charm.
Little Marge was something else again. A tiny girl, no taller than four feet six inches. She was a blue-eyed baby blonde of no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. A tiny, cute, lovely little doll with a round face, pinkish white cheeks and a wide-eyed look of innocence.
The striking difference in appearance apparently was what put their father-daughter act over. The big guy giving with the dirty jokes and stories. The innocent baby giving with the stupid answers.
Shortly after their arrival and being introduced around, Sandra gathered her group at the stage end of the playroom. She stood on the stage with her famous guests. The rest of her groupies sat around in a semi-circle in front of the stage. By now the group had assumed a definite swapping pattern. The wives were cozying up to other husbands, and the husbands were nuzzling up to other wives.
At the moment, Carol was being shepherded by Elvin, and also by Greg since Sandra had left him to go on stage. She sat between Greg and Elvin and stared interestedly at the staging area which was well lit.
Sandra introduced her guests formally and encouraged them to put on a few items for their benefit. She had worked with the couple a few times in the city when she'd made some of her appearances as an exotic dancer. She joined the duo in a session of smart remarks and jokes. She stood aside when little baby Marge did her Good Ship Lollipop imitation. The little girl was so cute in her curly blonde wig, with pouty look and exaggerations. She was exactly like the little girl who had made the song and dance famous so many years ago.
Carol was impressed by the kid's talent. Also by Big Joe's singing voice. In between joking and smutty remarking, he cut loose with a few songs like Old Man River, September Song and arias from The Student Prince. He had a pleasant deep baritone voice.
"And now folks," announced Sandra, standing before her group, and smiling, "I think we should show our appreciation to our guests for taking time out between shows to pay us a visit. As you know, show people lead busy lives. They don't have too much time for fun and games. like most show biz people, Joe and Marge like to let their hair down once in a while and really enjoy. And like show biz people they like to have people watching them enjoy themselves."
A hushed silence greeted her words.
"So to show our appreciation I told Joe and Marge they could select two people from the audience to make love with. An exhibition right here on the stage!"
"Wow!" Elvin gasped, and left his seat. "Wait'll I get my camera." He headed toward the bar where he'd parked his gear.
"Now, if you're all in agreement, we'll first let little Marge do her thing. Okay?"
A chorus of assent from all but Carol in the audience. She sat spellbound, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She knew that the tame party was about to erupt.
Turning to cute Margie, Sandra said, "Okay, little doll. Pick your partner."
Marge eyed the audience for a long moment. An old trooper, she knew how to exact every moment of suspense. Her baby-blue eyes glanced from man to man. A tight smile formed on her small, pouty lips. She pointed. "I want him."
Greg!
Carol gasped inwardly and moaned. She might've known the kid would point to Greg. He was by far the handsomest man in the group. She felt him tense beside her and flush.
Sandra chuckled. "Okay, Greg, you're it. Come on stage and make love to this little baby doll."
Greg blushed and slunk deep into his chair. "Aw, gee," he muttered, "I ... I ... er, why not pick on someone else. I'll just watch."
The pouty little lips grew more firm. "Un-unh. I want you." Little Marge was a persistent tyke. She held out her hands appealingly. She was still dressed in her pinafore dress and had on the curly blonde wig which made her look exactly like the wonderful tyke who'd made the appearance and the Lollipop song famous. "Please, Greg," she coaxed in her little girl voice. "Please come up here and fuck me!" Odd words from such a tiny girl's cute lips.
The flush on his face deepened. He glanced at Carol. She, too, was blushing, but regarded him in stony silence. It was his decision to make.
Sandra stood before him and took his hand. "C'mon, Greg. Don't be chicken. Don't be a party pooper. Let your hair down. Have fun. Carol won't mind, will you, darling?" Her voice contained a heavy edge of sarcasm. Since Carol was in her power and she had evidence to wreck the girl's marriage she was quite sure she wouldn't mind.
Carol sucked in a deep breath. It was the moment of decision. She could grab Greg and leave. Face the future consequences. Own up to what she'd done while he was away. Show him the evidence. Make a complete confession and hope for the best. Or, she could give in to this wretched Sandra's scheme. This whole thing had been arranged beforehand, even to the kid picking Greg.
Staring deep into his eyes, she said firmly, "If you want to, dear, I won't mind. like we said before we came here, we'd give it a try. All the way." She nodded assent, hoping against hope that he would grab her and leave.
He hesitated, then his eyes strayed to the little girl on stage. Marge pursed her lips and puckered them impishly. She waved her hands invitingly, motioning him to come to her. "Please, Greg?" she whispered.
Greg allowed himself to be drawn to the stage by Sandra. He appeared almost in a daze when he stood behind the footlights. He was embarrassed and flushed. He sipped at the drink Harry handed him. He'd already had more drinks than he usually had of an evening. He was feeling no pain.
He offered no objections when Sandra and Marge quickly stripped him bare. He was before the audience in all his naked glory. A handsome six feet of muscular virility. A blonde Adonis with a big, bouncy prick surging in front of him.
Tiny Marge squealed in delight when she observed Greg's big prick. She quickly shed her clothes, and now naked and unashamed, she sat on the edge of the bed, drew Greg to her, and chortled in ecstasy, "My, what a big prick you have!" She drew the big cock into her mouth and eagerly sucked, while staring up in approval at the handsome guy.
"The better to fuck you with, m'dear," cracked Greg, using the old joke he often used on Carol. He shoved his mighty wand in and out of the tiny girl's tiny mouth. She handled it expertly and without gagging.
The rest of the group gathered around the bed on stage to get close-up views of the action. By now, most of them were stripping from their clothes.
The party had begun!
"Fuck the kid, Greg!" urged Sandra, rubbing his backside and easing him forward and back into the girl's sucking mouth.
"Yeah, fuck , 'er," chorused Harry and Elvin who were watching the action with twinges of envy. Both men would have liked to have been in Greg's place with their pricks in Marge's cute mouth.
Marge removed his cock. "Yeah, fuck the kid!" She giggled, flopped on her back on the bed, spread her legs wide, lifted her knees and fingered her cunt.
And what a cunt!
It was a hairless little thing. A tiny, baby-like crack. Two vaginal lips, partially opened to reveal a cute slit.
Greg ogled the tiny cunt. He noticed that her titties were also minute. Two small, rounded globes, with taut, tiny pink nipples. Little petites. Cute, firm and round. It was the first time he'd ever stared down like this at a naked baby girl. He hesitated. "Gee, I can't fuck 'er. She's like a baby." He ogled the tiny cunt. He ogled his surging cock. He realized he could never get his big rod into this tiny shaft.
"Try it?" coaxed the baby-doll, eyeing him hopefully, and reaching for him.
A moment of silence hung on the air. The sound of heavy breathing. Interested onlookers, most of them stark naked and rubbing against each other, while peering at the scene, waited expectantly while Greg slowly, and as though in a trance, knelt between the lovely legs of the tiny tot. Most of them realized what an unequal struggle it would be. A massive cock. A tiny cunt.
Greg hesitated again. His glance sought Carol's. She was standing in the background, a horrified expression on her face. She, too, was spellbound as she judged the immense rod and the tiny twat. "Shall I, hon?" His lips mouthed the words. He was sweating, though the cellar was air-conditioned and rather cool.
Carol read his lips. Again she had the moment of doubt. The urge to flee from this madhouse. But, instead, she inclined her head in assent. And her curiosity overcame her deep resentment of what was taking place. She wondered if Greg would be able to get into the tiny girl. Heat waves engulfed her as she watched him move forward slowly, but deliberately.
Greg, having received the nod of assent from his ever-loving wife, hesitated no longer. He inched forward. "Ready, doll?" he whispered, eyes alight with lust and voice hoarse.
Baby-doll winced when his huge cockhead touched her tiny cunt head. She sucked in a deep breath, grabbed his big cock and headed it inward. "Ready," she whimpered, humping her tiny pussy forward. "Shove it in, you big-cocked bastard!"
Greg shoved. He grunted. He groaned. He shoved harder. It wouldn't go in. "It's too big!"
"Keep shoving, you bastard!" Marge's voice was. no longer like the sweet little girl's. It was hoarse and filled with lustful passion. "C'mon, you big lug. Get that cock in there!" She wrapped hands around it and guided it forward. She winced, moaned and thrashed around. "There! It's almost in!"
Greg felt the cockhead sliding in. He heaved a deep sigh of relief and held back for a moment to regroup. He inched forward. Another inch, or two, of his enormous cock disappeared into the tiny slit. The hairless vaginal lips wrapped tightly around his pecker as he slid it slowly in and out. Her vaginal lips held onto his big cock in a vise-like grip. The spongy lips went in and out with each stroke of his cock. The lips were wrapped around his cock tightly. "It's in!" he chortled, shoving it in farther and farther.
"Shove it all the way in!" squealed Marge, humping her tiny pussy up and pushing his big ass down.
Greg did. With animal-like noises coming from his mouth, he rammed hard. He pushed his big cock all the way into the tight pussy. He jammed her hard onto the mattress and put most of his weight on her tiny body. He rammed his prick in as far as it would go. He kept pushing down hard, hard, hard...
"There, you little bitch!" he screamed, fucking like crazy. "It's in. C'mon, move that little ass. Take that big cock, you baby-doll slut! Fuck it. Fuck it!"
Baby-doll did. Squealing in ecstasy and moaning like a stuck pig, she wriggled and moved her cute ass like a whirling dervish. She bounced her little body up and down under his massive thrusts. Her small eighty-pound physique moved his huge, one hundred and eighty pounds up and down atop her with ease. She was handling him expertly now that his cock was in and she'd adjusted to it. "C'mon, big cock. Fuck. Fuck. Make me feel that thing. Stick it to me. Fuck the shit out of me. Oh, Lordy, you've got such a big cock. Wow!"
Carol stared in dismay at the scene. To most people such a sight would be quite interesting, exciting and lewdly appealing. It would tend to make the onlooker heat up and build up inner desires to maybe join in the fun and games.
Most of the onlookers had been impressed, and heated up. After Greg finally entered the tiny tot, the others heated up too much to remain mere onlookers.
Big Joe selected a partner.
Dawn!
He shoved Dawn onto the bed beside Greg and Marge, and quickly slapped his cock into her. Dawn squealed, moaned and thrashed around under Big Joe's big cock. Her squeals and moans intermingled with the tiny girl's next to her who was working up to a big climax with Greg.
Carol stared at the sight for a long moment. She found the sight nauseating. Her own husband, her wonderful Greg, the guy she loved so much he was raping a child. With complete assent of all concerned, of course, but it still didn't nullify the terror of what he was doing. Fucking hell out of a tiny girl.
Turning her back on the horrifying sight, she went over, slid onto a bar stool and poured a drink. She needed it. Waves of discontent rushed through her tortured mind. Greg was cheating on her. Right before her eyes. He was fucking another girl. Her opinion of him slipped a few notches while she sipped at her drink. He was no better than any other man. He was just like them. Damn them. Damn them all.
Her attention was distracted. Elvin slid onto the stool next to her. He had taken pictures of the event on stage, and was now ready for action himself. He poured a round of drinks. Sipping his with one hand, he reached down with the other hand and played finger fuckee with her snatch. "How 'bout you and me finding a place for a fast fuck, honey?"
Before answering, she stole a glance back to the stage. She flushed. Greg appeared to be on the verge of shooting his wad of cum into the baby girl. They were both approaching a gigantic climax, if their squeals, moans and moves could be judged.
She nodded listlessly. "Why not?" She slid from the stool and followed him.
Elvin stepped around the fucking couples. People were fucking and sucking all over the place. The sofa beds had been made into beds and were occupied.
He led her to the pool table. An odd light was in his eyes. "How 'bout if I fuck you on top of the pool table, honey?" He was excited. "I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck someone on a pool table. Please?" he coaxed.
Carol shrugged. "Sure, why not?" She hopped up and sat her cute ass near the side pocket. Why not? Her thoughts were tinged with sadness. Greg had failed her. He had succumbed to the lust. She had been hoping against hope that he wouldn't give in. That he would leave without getting involved. Now she knew him for what he really was. Just another man. Just like she was just another girl. Her weakness had become apparent a few days ago with Dawn. Then with Harry and Elvin.
Now Greg had fallen from the pedestal. The love-forever-until-death-do-us-part. The one and only love had been shattered. In his case by a baby. A cute, baby-faced doll.
She forced a wan smile when Elvin positioned himself beside her. He moved her around. "Let's get you comfy," he said, easing her onto her back, between the pool balls.
"Yeah, let's fuck me in the side pocket," quipped Carol, heating up to the unusual situation. She shrugged aside her dire thoughts about Greg. She warmed up to the current situation. "Or maybe you'd rather fuck me in the corner pocket?"
"Maybe I'll fuck you with this cue stick!" Impishly, he picked up the cue stick and headed it toward her cunt. He knelt between her legs. "What'll it be, honey? The cue stick, or my cock? Make up your mind." He chuckled.
Carol pretended to meditate. She fondled his cock, then the cue stick. "Gee, I don't know, Elvin. This cue stick is so hard, and so long. Your cock's still a bit soft. Maybe I should try the cue stick?"
He eased the cue stick to her cunt hole. "Okay. You asked for it." He giggled.
"Hey, knock it off!" She wiggled back from the stick, grabbed it and tossed it aside. "I was kidding!" She grabbed his big cock. "This is what I want. C'mon, Elvin, lover, fuck me. Fuck hell out of me. Shove your big cock into my side pocket, er ... I mean my corner cunt!" She giggled and moaned when he shoved cock into cunt.
"You're a lot of fun, Carol!" he enthused, while pounding his prick in and out of her little pussy.
She grinned impishly. "You are too, Elvin. Who else would have thought of fucking a girl on a pool table?" She moved her ass up and down to contain his lunges. "You know something, lover boy?"
"No. What?"
"I got news for you. This pool table is hard on my ass. I can't work my ass up and down too good. It's too damned hard under me."
"Well, now we know." Elvin drove his big prick harder and harder into her tight pussy. "Right now, I'm so damned hot, I can't stop. Watching that action on the stage, taking pictures of your guy fucking that baby, and now getting you on this pool table, I'm about to cum ... now...."
"Now!" echoed Carol, meeting his thrusts, but not being close to climaxing. "Now...." Her voice trailed off. She drew him to her and let him unload. She felt pool balls at her ass and thighs. She felt the side pocket at her leg. She moved up and down on the solid green cloth and accepted the guy's offering.
They finally unloaded and climbed down, laughing and giggling. It had been fun. A new experience. They headed toward the bar.
In route, Carol stopped. On a couch a couple were fucking. Giving a good account of themselves.
The couple were Greg and Sandra!
She stood stock still, a flush coming to her face. Sandra, from her position on the bottom, with Greg's cock rammed deep into her cunt, deliberately smiled a smile of triumph. "I told you I'd get Greg," she whispered, giving with a lewd look.
Carol stood staring at the loving couple. This was Sandra's moment of triumph. The moment she had been building up to. She had vowed to get Greg. Now she had him. His big prick was deeply imbedded in her big cunt. The two lovers were bouncing around like mad.
Greg noticed her standing there. He flushed hotly. "Hi, hon! Having fun?" He didn't miss a stroke.
She bestowed a glare of contempt, spun around and stalked away. She could hear the mocking laugh of Sandra. The sound grated on her ears.
Gathering up her clothes, she slipped into them. Silently, and with head held high, she left the rumpus room.
9
The warm air of the summer night swept to her flushed face as she stepped from Sandra's house and started walking across the street to her home. Her hands were clenched. Her eyes were filled with tears. Her Utile heart was broken. She could have coped with any other partner Greg might've picked at the party but not Sandra!
If he had chosen Dawn, or one of the other two swapping wives present she would not have minded nearly as much as seeing him with his cock in Sandra. She didn't even mind too much watching him fuck little Marge. That had been lewdly exciting.
It was the knowledge that Sandra had deliberately executed the entire scheme and had culminated in victory of her, that irked Carol so much. Step by step, the hateful, exotic black-haired girl had trapped her, and now Greg, into her web of lust. Within a span of a week, the dark-haired lovely had driven a wedge between her and Greg. She had made adulterers out of them both. She had completely shattered their marital bliss. Damn her. Damn her.
So intent was she on inwardly damning Sandra, and bemoaning her fate that she almost bumped into a man standing beside a car in Sandra's driveway.
It was Big Joe Markell!
Standing beside him was little Marge. They were fixing to leave.
Joe grabbed her to steady her. "Hold it, honey! Watch where you're going." He gave with a big smile, and a load of his personal charm. "Oh, it's you." He chuckled and eyed her from stem to stern. "My missing partner!"
"Ooops!" Carol, who'd been walking briskly and unaware that anyone was in the driveway, recovered her equilibrium. She smiled. "Hi!" Then she recalled his remark. "What d'ya mean, your missing partner?"
Joe chuckled. He eased the car door shut and leaned against it. "You cheated me!" he chided.
"I cheated you! How d'ya figure that?"
Joe jerked a thumb toward Sandra's house from which he and Marge had departed after bidding a fond farewell to their hostess who at the moment of their departure had a big cock shoved into her. Between shoves by Greg, they had said their farewells to her. "On the stage," explained Joe, with a mock frown. "When Sandra mentioned me and the kid here could pick partners?"
"It had been arranged before hand by Sandra that she would pick your guy."
"I figured that."
"And I was supposed to select you.
"H'mmm. Why didn't you?"
"Well, by the time everyone was busy watching your man and Marge in action, you kin da slipped away. So I grabbed the first girl in sight. Dawn!" He grimaced.
"So what's wrong with Dawn?"
"Nothing really, but she sure doesn't have your looks, Carol. I felt kinda cheated."
Marge had been an interested eavesdropper. Now she cut in. "Why don't you and Carol get together now, Joe?" She glanced at her watch. "We've got plenty of time. All night. Our plane doesn't leave until ten tomorrow morning."
"Good thinking. How 'bout it, Carol? Right now, you're not doing anything. And last time we looked your guy was busy!" He chuckled lewdly. "From the way Sandra was latched onto him, I'd say hell be kept busy for quite some time. That Sandra's a horny girl. I know!"
The mention of Sandra decided her. She sniffed a few more times, then nodded. Why not? It would serve Greg right. Damn him. Damn Sandra. "Let's go to my place? It's right across the street."
She led the way.
Arriving home, she flipped on a few lights, poured a round of drinks, went to the John and finally led the way to her bedroom. She was surprised that the kid tagged along. She'd expected Marge to wait in the living room, watching television, until she and Joe had their fling.
Joe quickly stripped to the buff. He smiled fondly at the two young girls. A brown-haired Barbie, and a blonde-haired baby-doll. "Okay, kids. Strip!"
Carol shrugged from her clothes. She was amazed that Joe wanted Marge bare. His own kid? She stared at his prick and all other stray thoughts were shunted aside. Joe was a heavy-hung bastard. Almost as big as her Greg. She realized now that in marrying Greg she had made a wise choice prick-wise. Not only was her guy the handsomest of all, but so far, he had the biggest cock of all.
Joe's surging prick wasn't much smaller. Her mouth watered at the sight.
Joe, noticing her mouth watering, held his prick in front of him lewdly and jerked at it. "Let's have fun, kids!" He waved it toward them.
"Let's!" gurgled little Marge, squatting before her man. She grabbed the surging cock with her tiny hand and eased it toward her small mouth!
Carol gawked in amazement at the sight of the little baby-girl sucking her own daddy-o. The small kid was giving a good account of herself. She had a hand wrapped around one side of Joe's body, fingers shoved up his hairy butt, and she was drawing the big-cocked bastard forward so he could pound more cock into her sucking mouth.
Joe winked lewdly while patting the kid on her blonde hairdo. "Why don't you join 'er, Carol? There's plenty of cock for both of you to suck."
Carol needed no further invitation. She had been heating up considerably. She squatted on the other side of Joe, reached out and placed a hand on the big cock. "Mind if I cut in?" she smiled.
Marge withdrew the cock from her mouth. "Be my guest!" She giggled. "Let's both suck him at the same time." To show the procedure, she began sucking the big, hairy swinging balls and kissing and sucking her way along the massive shaft on her side.
Carol took the cue. She eased over, licked his balls and then she slid her hot tongue along his hot cock on her side. She crinkled her nose impishly at her sucking partner as they both worked their lip magic on the big shaft. They met at the top, bumping noses. Their lips slid from the cockhead, and bumped together. Impulsively Carol pressed her lips to Marge's in a soul kiss. "You adorable doll," she murmured.
Marge, momentarily surprised, nodded. She reached over, placed a hand around Carol's neck and drew her into a kissing embrace. "You're so beautiful, Carol," she whispered. "No wonder Joe flips for you!"
Joe stared down paternalistically at the two kids sucking him off. He smiled fondly and patted the tops of their bobbing heads as they serviced him. His glance swept down to the spots between their outstretched legs. Both girls were squatted down on their haunches. Their legs were wide open, as were their pussy's. He ogled the almost hairless, tiny one, then gawked at the brown-haired, also tiny one. Joe, a lover of small cunts, sighed in ecstasy. He felt as though he'd died and gone to heaven.
He allowed the teenagers to service him a bit more and get their kicks. Then the sight of the pulsating pussies was too much for him to resist. At age thirty-seven, Joe had learned to pace himself. He knew he was slowing down with age. He had also learned the art of exacting the utmost pleasure from an evening's work. He'd already come twice at Sandra's. He knew his limitations.
He said, withdrawing his cock from the two suckers, "On the bed, girls. On your knees. Face outward."
Marge quickly scuttled into position. A position she'd obviously assumed many times before. She knelt at the edge of the bed. Her tiny butt wiggled outward in a direct line with his surging cock.
Surprised, and a trifle shocked, Carol knelt beside the kid. Her small ass wiggled outward next tp Marge's. Both girls were exposed to the hard on. Both girls had their legs spread wide. Two cute ass-holes, puckered impishly, and slightly below two cute pussies, were ready for an invasion.
She eased her face down onto the mattress and her lips were touching Marge's. She kissed the pretty girl. "What's the big bastard going to do to us?" Not that she minded. At the moment, he could do anything. She'd enjoy. Again and again she kissed the baby-doll, who returned her kisses avidly.
Peering around between their behinds, she noticed that at the moment, Joe had his big cock in his kid's tiny cunt! She gasped in awe at the sight. In. Out. Joe slowly pounded his cock into the hairless pussy. He was in no rush. He had plenty of time and a limited amount of energy. He poured about ten strokes of solid, hard cock into the tiny hairless pussy from the rear, then he pulled his cock out.
Easing over, he held to Carol's hips with one hand and steered the big cock with the other. "Ready, honey?" he called out, easing his massive rod into her willing receptacle.
Carol gurgled assent and wiggled her ass eagerly as he slid his cock into her pussy. She tightened her vaginal lips around the big rod and moved quickly back and forth, trying to get as much cock shoved up into her cunt as she could.
"Easy does it, honey." He slapped her butt. "I gotta keep the action slow, or I'll cum too quick. Pace yourself, hot one. Pace yourself." He moved his cock deeply into her cunt. His hairy balls pressed against her ass while he held her tightly against his ramrodding cock for a long moment. He just let his big cock soak in her tiny cunt, barely moving it.
Joe pulled his big cock out of her tiny twat. He then squatted down behind the wiggling behinds and began sucking ass-holes! First one tiny ass-hole, then the other. He dipped tongue, fingers and mouth into the shit chutes. He soon had both tiny ass-holes reamed out and gooey.
Carol almost flipped while she peered back. "Now what's the horny bastard going to do?"
"Fuck our ass-holes," Marge answered, matter-of-factly. "You like getting ass fucked?"
"Love it!" squealed Carol, kissing her playmate.
She had her lips pressed to Marge's when big Joe hit her in the ass with his hard-rock cock. He held tightly to her hips while ramming it in. A titanic struggle, getting his big rod into the tiny hole. He sweated. He moaned. He uttered animal-like sounds. He prodded. He pushed. He finally got the big cockhead into the tiny, shitty opening. With a gasp of delight, he shoved it all the way in! "There! You tight-assed bitch! It's in!" He pounded it in and out a few times furiously, then remembering his status, he eased up and gently moved in and out, ever so slowly. He pushed his enormous cock all the way in until his balls were bouncing against her ass-cheeks. He pulled her roughly back so she could absorb more and more in the ass.
It was electrifying and exciting. Carol moaned, whimpered and offered her ass-hole to the delightful ravishing. She wiggled back and forth at his urgings. She squeezed her ass-hole tighter around his prick. She wanted to make him cum. It was a game now. To see who could make the bastard cum, and where.
She felt him stiffen and smiled exultingly. She had him!
Joe had other ideas. Feeling himself about ready to cum, and not wanting to, he quickly pulled cock out of adorable ass-hole. He patted both swaying asses for a moment, then he eased his cock-into Marge's tiny ass-hole. It entered after a bit of a struggle. Now, he deliberately paced himself to a very slow effort.
He barely moved his cock in and out of the kid's bung hole. An item he'd bunged many a time, Joe had entered the spirit of the game. They teased each other. Shouted obscenities at each other. Bet each other who was going to make him cum, and where. Joe enjoyed these love games. At the moment he was calling the shots. It was his prick. His choice to make.
"C'mon, baby," he whimpered, slowly pounding the shit out of Marge. "See if you can make your old man cum! Take it, baby. Take it." He stroked in and out a few more times.
Joe had great willpower for this type of action. He had to have. He pulled his cock from her ass, eased over a few feet and rammed it deep into the brown-haired pussy. He gave a few strokes into the brown-haired pussy, then pulled out again and rammed it into the tiny, hairless slit.
The girls whimpered, moaned and thrashed around on the bed. They kissed each other and held arms around each other. Their breasts were bouncing before them as they moved in unision to the rear-end attacks.
Carol was the final victor in the uneven contest. Joe tried desperately to stay his charge while he had her in the ass-hole for the umpteenth time. He tried desperately to pull his cock out and regroup himself, but it was too late. Carol squeezed her ass-hole tightly against his hard, ramrodding cock. She could sense that he was at the end of his rope. That he couldn't stay his shot much longer.
She was right. With a wail of dismay, Joe unloaded! He rammed his big cock deep into her battered ass-hole. Grabbing her by the hips, he pounded her furiously in the ass-hole. "Take that, you pretty bitch! You ass fucking whore! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Right in your big ass!" Remorselessly, he banged her with every ounce of strength he had. In. Out. "You bitch! You whore! You pretty cocksucker! Move it, honey, move it! Now ... Now...."
Carol moved it. She wiggled. She pushed back and forth. She eagerly accepted the ass-pounding. She exulted. She had him. "C'mon, you big-cocked bastard! Fuck my ass! Fuck the shit out of me! like wow! Ooooooooh ... Aaaaaaah...." She wiggled. She moaned. She whimpered and she continued to wiggle ass.
He finally came. A gigantic wad of sperm filled her ass-hole to overflowing. Some of the hot cum rolled down her thighs and onto the mattress. Again and again he pushed forward and back, not wanting to cut off the wonderful action.
Finally he could cum no more. Valiantly, he tried to maintain a hardness in. his prick and his prick in her ass. Nature won out. His prick grew limp. It flopped from the battered hole with a sad slurp.
It was over for Big Joe!
He stared dumbly at his battered cock and her battered ass-hole for a long minute. He was sweating and shaking like a leaf in a breeze. He was panting and his hairy chest was heaving from the exertion. For the third time this evening Big Joe had been sated. Well sated.
He crawled from the carnage. He eased back from the bed. He wobbled unsteadily for a minute, a wan smile on his face. Then, sighing like a deflated balloon, he wobbled to the bathroom, went in and shut the door behind. Big Joe was a thoroughly pussy-ass-whipped man! Carol, still kneeling with her behind weaving in expectation, sighed. She realized how thoroughly whipped the older man was. The two teenagers had really exhausted him. She smiled at Marge who also remained kneeling next to her. "Looks as though we crapped your daddy out!" She chuckled.
Marge grinned and crawled around on the bed, like a little doggie. Gently, she probed Carol's battered ass-hole. "Did he hurt this little thing," she cooed, rubbing the hole with tender little fingers.
"He sure did!" Carol was still in heat, despite the pounding of her ass.
"Shall I kiss it and make it better?" Marge asked coyly, in her little voice. She eyed Carol archly with her big, baby-blue eyes.
"You'd kiss that?" Carol was shocked.
"If you say please," teased Marge, running tiny fingers in and out the tiny, battered ass-hole which was a shitty mess.
"Please?" coaxed Carol wiggling her ass. "Please kiss my ass-hole and make it better!"
Marge did. Without further hesitation, she dipped forward and she kissed, sucked and licked. Then she backed away. She backed her own battered ass-hole toward Carol. "Now you kiss mine!"
Carol hesitated but only for a moment. Then she eased forward. Her mouth closed over the battered ass-hole. She winced momentarily, then bravely faced up to the task. She kissed, sucked and tongued the adorable, battered ass-hole.
She bounced her huge melons against Marge's cute, little-girl titties. They were so small. So petite. But they were adorable little things. She pushed a leg in between Marge's little mound. She continued kissing and wrestling with the small girl. "I love you, darling," she whispered, kissing and pushing against the tiny body.
Marge replied in kind. The small girl returned the kisses, hugs, pats and lickings. They rolled around the bed first one on top, then the other.
They sucked tits. They slapped butts. They tweaked nipples. They kissed. Finally they assumed the conventional lesbian pose. Carol was on top. She ground her hot cunt into the small girl's eager mouth. "Suck it, baby," she screamed. "Suck it! Suck it!"
At the same time she dipped down and sucked the almost hairless little baby cunt. It was so cute. So adorable. A tiny crevice, with two pouty, puffy vaginal lips with a small crack between. A crack that Carol eagerly slurped her tongue into. Covering the small mound was a peach fuzz of blonde hairs.
The sight excited her. This adorable little pussy was so different from the big, hairy items she'd been exposed to. like Dawn's. And Sandra's. This little baby cunt, with a smattering of peach fuzz turned her on. She dipped her hot tongue into the hot little pussy. She slurped. She fingered. She enjoyed. She could feel the little girl under her building to a climax as she serviced her.
She, too, was building to a gigantic climax. Every fiber in her lithe, young body was aflame with lust and desire. She knew she could hold out but a short time longer. She redoubled her efforts on the tiny cunt and slammed her own hot box onto the baby's eager lips. "Let's cum together, baby," she screamed. "Now ... now ... Ooooo ooohhhhhh geezus...."
She unloaded inwardly. A gigantic load inside her cunt. She hoped Marge would be able to shove her tongue far enough in to get some of the hot cream.
At the same time she felt Marge moaning and climaxing. She dipped her tongue far into the tiny crevice. She tried to reach the spasming juices. She got a taste of the moistness and sucked, sucked, sucked for more...
At last the wells ran dry. The loving lesbians parted and nuzzled beside each other on the bed.
She drew the tiny girl to her embrace. "It was wonderful, darling," she breathed huskily.
"It sure was." Marge eyed her with a big, baby-blue-eyed stare. "You like sucking cunts?"
"When they're cute little ones like this, I do!" She gently stroked the cute little one. "But I really like fucking better," she amended hastily, lest the little girl get the wrong impression.
"Me, too," replied Marge, snuggling happily into the embrace of the larger girl.
"Yeah, I could see that! Carol recalled the scene awhile back on stage. Greg fucking hell out of this baby. And a short time ago, Big Joe fucking hell out of his little baby. "How can you let your own father do such things to you!" she chided.
Marge giggled. Easing slightly away, she stared impishly. "What're you saying?"
"I mean, how can you let your father Big Joe do such things to you?" She clucked her tongue in disapproval.
"I've got news for you, honey." Marge chuckled, "Joe isn't my father."
"He isn't? But Sandra said you and him do a father-daughter act on stage. In nightclubs."
"We do. We bill ourselves as father-daughter for effect. The act goes over big, but like I said, he's not my dad!"
"Then who ... or what ... ? "
Marge cut off her suspense with a chuckle. "Joe's my husband!" she announced proudly.
"Your husband!" A shocker. Carol frowned. "But how come you married him? He must be at least thirty-six or seven?"
"And just how old do you think I am?" Marge sat up in the bed and peered down impishly. She thrust out her petites.
"You look to be about fourteen or fifteen! Hell, you don't have hardly any hair on your snatch!" She gently stroked the hairless mound that was peach-fuzzy.
"I shave it off when we get involved in special parties. We like to keep up the illusion of my being a baby."
"How old are you?"
"I'll bet I'm as old as you. How old are you."
"Nineteen."
"There! I told you! I'm also nineteen. I'll soon be twenty."
Carol shook her head. She stared in disbelief. "I ... I can't believe that."
"Because I'm so tiny?" Marge sighed, and a deep frown came to her pretty baby face. "It's my curse, darling. All my life I've had to face up to my size, or rather lack of it. All though school, everyone called me shortie, small stuff, and some even called me a midget." She flushed hotly, and the sad look on her face was more pronounced. , "But you're not a midget! You're perfectly formed. You ... you just look like a small girl. A girl about fourteen or fifteen, and small for even that age."
Marge sank back on the bed. She stared unsmilingly at the ceiling. "That's been the story of my life. A tiny girl. A girl who forgot to grow up."
"Stop feeling sorry for yourself." Carol bent over her and kissed her. "So you didn't grow to normal size. So what? You're an adorable girl. So pretty. Why, you're beautiful!" She ran fingers through the mass of blonde hair. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."
Marge smiled wanly. "I know. I've learned to accept what fate dealt out to me. But a couple years ago, I was about ready to commit suicide. Then Joe came along. He'd just lost his wife. He was so lonesome. We sort of hit it off together. We were good for each other. He needed someone to love. I needed someone to love. Well, to make a long story short, we got married. Joe was in show biz. He thought up the act we do. We create the illusion. We try to enjoy life."
"Like tonight?"
"We do that to please our vanities. To find out that we're still part of the overall picture. To find out that we can be loved by others. I knew I couldn't keep Joe from wanting other, normal-sized girls like you. And I get a kick out of taking on normal-sized guys who think I'm a baby. It's fun and kicks."
"H'mmm. At least you've adjusted and manage to live with your problems."
"We sure have. Not only do we manage but we're making oodles of money. And speaking of problems, here comes mine...." She nodded her head.
Joe was coming from the bathroom. He was still a trifle pale and beat-up looking. A thirty-seven-year-old man can't come three times in one night without adverse affect. He smiled fondly at the two loving girls. "Ready for more action, kids?"
Carol winked at Marge and nodded assent.
Marge winked at Carol and nodded assent.
The girls separated. Patting the bed between them, Carol cooed, "Why not join us, Joe? Well see if we can make you come again!"
Joe did. The girls did. He actually came two more times before the night was over and they had to let him go. He and Marge had a plane to catch.
10
Carol gave Greg the cool, silent treatment for the next few days. She barely spoke to him except when necessary. At night she slept by herself in one of the other bedrooms. Over and over in her mind she could see Greg fucking Sandra. The sight had infuriated her at first. With the passing of days, the sight and memory hadn't worn off.
She could have gotten over it if it had been any other girl except Sandra. She had been shocked when she'd seen Greg shove his big prick into little Marge at the party. But that shock she could have coped with.
Greg had been conned into that session. He'd been trapped. If he had backed out, he would've been called chicken. It had been a dare, and Greg, being a man, and all man, couldn't have backed away without losing face. She could readily have forgiven him if he had just screwed the little cutie, then have taken her home.
Instead, he had fucked the little kid, then while still in heat, he had latched onto Sandra. That had been the crusher. The unforgivable sin. She hated Sandra so much that the sight of Greg with his cock shoved into her cunt was an unbearable thought. A crushing blow to her ego, especially since Greg had mentioned again and again that Sandra wasn't his type, and that he'd wanted no part of her.
The triumphant gleam and smile on Sandra's face while she stood there watching them in action had been too much to bear. At that moment, she'd felt an overwhelming urge to reach down and slap the smug girl in the face. If she'd had a gun on her at that moment, she would've shot her.
Now, several days later, her ire hadn't cooled. She was still plenty horsed-off at Sandra, and at Greg for allowing himself to be used by the girl.
Now, sitting in the living room, watching television and half-reading a magazine, she glanced covetously at Greg. She could tell by his actions he was about to break the cone of silence that she had engulfed him with most of the week. In a way she was glad. It had been awful staying mad at him for something that wasn't basically his fault.
Greg, perched in his favorite recliner, feet propped up and peering at the evening paper, glanced toward her. He had a sad expression on his face and his eyes were troubled. Cutting loose with a wan smile, he laid the paper on his lap and said, "Let's have it out, hon. You've been horsed-off long enough."
She sniffed and pretended to be reading the magazine. His voice cut through her pretense.
"Put that damned magazine down. I said we're going to talk!" He hopped from his chair, went to the bar, poured himself a drink and stood in front of her. His face was flushed. He was wearing shorts and a sports shirt. He had been at the tennis courts for a few sets with the neighbors.
She lowered the magazine to her lap. Carol had on a sports outfit, too, but she hadnt been out of the house this evening. Since the party at Sandra's she hadn't joined him in his evening recreational pursuits. Bestowing a glare, she murmured frostily, "I don't want to talk to you."
"Well, we're going to talk." He downed his drink, poured another one and downed that to gather his courage.
"Hah!" Carol eased around him and went to the bar. She sat on a bar stool and poured herself a drink. This was a showdown. She needed some fortification. She quickly downed the drink, then another. She was even with him. Facing him, with one leg on the floor, and the other on the bottom rung of the stool, she said, icily, "Wouldn't you rather talk to Sandra?" Her voice dripped venom.
Waving the empty glass before him, he snorted, a gleam in his eyes, "So that's it! That's what's been bugging you the past few days. Sandra! Hah!"
She leveled a hostile glare. "Personally, I don't give a damn, Gray. You wanted Sandra. You got Sandra. I guess that's been your intention all this time. And you trying to tell me she isn't your type. Hah!"
He flushed. "I notice it didn't take you long to get even. I saw you and Elvin on the pool table.
Hah! Who d'ya think you're kidding. You sure didn't miss a stroke on the pool table and I don't mean with the cue ball or cue stick!"
"I only took on Elvin because you took on Sandra. And little Marge! You started it."
The flush on his face deepened. He had been prepared for this counter-argument. Shoving his face within inches of hers, he snorted, "May I remind you, wifey dear, the whole damned thing was your idea? When I came home from my trip who bugged me to go to Sandra's party? Who kept insisting we go? I kept telling you I wasn't interested in Sandra or her affairs. I knew what kind of parties she threw. So did you. But you insisted. Let's just try it, you said," he mocked her voice. "Let's try it, maybe well like it!" he snorted.
Carol turned her back and poured another drink. He was so right. She had been the one who'd insisted they go.
"I didn't exactly say that! I said we'd go and if we didn't like the way things were turning out, we could leave. That's what I said!"
He flopped on the stool next to her. Nodding miserably, he said, "I didn't want to do it, but when they all dared me to get up on the stage with the little kid, what was I to do? Chicken out?"
She relaxed. "I didn't mind that so much. I knew you were in a spot. I could've forgiven you for that. But why ... why did you have to take on Sandra?" she wailed, sobbing.
He poured another round of drinks. "I'm sorry, hon." His voice was contrite. "I got carried away, I guess. The excitement of fucking that baby girl was too much. Then after we got finished, Sandra latched onto me. She got me hot all over again and I ... I guess I just let nature take its course." He smiled humbly.
"But Sandra! Why Sandra? If you had taken on any other girl, I could've forgiven you. But Sandra! Ugh!"
He placed his hands on her shoulders and shook her gently. "What's with you and Sandra? Why do you hate 'er so much? What happened? You and she were friendly. And how come you changed your mind about going to her party?" His eyes contained glints of suspicion.
She sucked in a deep breath. She had gone this far in the discussion. There was no point in holding anything back. She slid from the stool, crooked her finger, and said, "Come."
He followed her into their master bedroom. He sat on the edge of the queen-sized bed while she rummaged through one of her bureau drawers. His face was a mask as he watched her.
She withdrew a package, flipped it open, drew out some pictures and handed them to him. "There's the reason I changed my mind about going to Sandra's party!" Her voice was flat and filled with sadness.
His eyes bugged wide when he saw the masterpieces of photography. At that moment, however, he wasn't too intent on the marvelous job that had been done by the photographer and developer as he was in the participants that had been mugged. "My God, Carol!" His voice was filled with a mixture of shock and awe.
She humbly hung her head and sighed. The condemned woman. Trapped by the evidence of infidelity.
Again and again he studied the pictures. He noticed the minute details. He observed the expressions of sheer delight on his lovely wife's pretty face as she accepted the horny bastards in the mouth, ass and cunt. He noticed that Carol had a pleased look on her face while she was sucking Dawn's pussy. A revolting sight!
He shuddered in dismay.
His feelings for his lovely young wife underwent a deteriorating change as he studied the photos. He glanced from her to the pictures and back again. Surely this couldn't be the sweet girl he had married such a short time ago? The lovely brown-haired darling who'd promised to love, honor and be faithful to him forever and a day?
Yet here, a scant six months after the marriage vows, she had committed every sin of adultery in the books. Even to being a lesbian. It was unthinkable. Unbelievable. He took another gander through the pictures, then shook his head sadly. He could visualize the abrupt end of his wedded bliss. "Why, Carol?" he croaked, his voice hoarse and filled with disbelief. "Why?"
Carol flung herself on the bed beside him and gave way to her sobs. The pent-up emotion of the past few days rushed to her mind and she gave way to her sadness and despair. "I didn't want to, Greg!" she sobbed uncontrollably, "believe me I didn't want to. Sandra tricked me into doing those things."
"Hah!" His voice was skeptical. "How could she trick you into doing such terrible things? Who're you kidding?" He shoved the pictures toward her. "You don't look like you're being tricked. You look like you're enjoying yourself. And sucking Dawn's pussy. Ugh! How could you? I didn't know you were a homo!" His voice was etched with displeasure. Greg never did care too much for homosexuals, male or female.
The sobs increased. She beat the pillow on the bed. "I'm sorry, Greg!" she wailed. "I'm sorry!"
He sniffed. "That's all you've got to say you're sorry." He scowled. "When were these pictures taken?"
"When you were away."
"Hah! You couldn't wait for me to leave. And you were the one who didn't want to leave. You said you were afraid to stay here alone." He grimaced. "I can see that you didn't stay by yourself for long." He flung the pictures at her and hopped to his feet. "I guess this is it!" His voice was filled with sorrow. He headed toward the bedroom door. To go to the other bedroom, where he'd been sleeping the past few nights.
"Wait!" She sat on the bed, sniffling and sobbing.
"Well talk about it tomorrow. I mean, like discuss a divorce, or a separation...."
"But I don't want a divorce. Or a separation!" she wailed.
Picking up a few pictures, he tossed them into her lap. "You think I want to stay with you after this?"
"Don't you want to know why I did it?" She eyed him tearfully.
"You mean there's a logical explanation for what you did?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"There is." Carol got to her feet. She shoved him back onto the bed. She stood before him, pacing slowly. "When you left you mentioned I should get together with Dawn and Sandra. Right?"
"Well ... yes, but I meant just to get together with them for companionship. like playing tennis, swimming, and maybe just visiting like neighbors. I didn't mean this kind of togetherness!" He held a few of the pictures in his hand.
"Shut up and listen!" She stood before him, eyes gleaming in righteousness. "I got together with them. Dawn asked me to go to her place. She said she was having a problem with her Harry."
"Yeah, I can see why."
"Anyway, I went to her house. She was crying and wailing up a storm about Harry having not come home, and threatening to leave her and all that kind of stuff."
"So?"
"Well, you know how I am about soap operas on TV. When Dawn poured out her troubles to me, I started to sympathize with her. To console her. We went to her bedroom. And the first thing I knew, Dawn began making love to me!"
"She didn't?" His voice contained a measure of surprise. He had always looked upon Dawn as a mousy type. Not a sexpot.
"She did. And well, to make a long story short, she got me all hot and bothered. I mean like she undressed me. She began kissing me all over. And well, I got hot myself. It was the first time another girl had ever made love to me. I ... I guess I got so hot, I started doing to her what she was doing to me."
"And the pictures?"
"Sandra and Elvin came into the room while me and Dawn were...." She blushed, then continued, "I didn't see 'em at first. Elvin took quite a few shots before I caught them. You know Elvin's an amateur photographer." She picked up the pictures and stared at them.
"H'mmm."
"It was all a put-up job. They were in it together."
"But why?"
"Sandra! She's had her eyes on you ever since we moved in. She's made up her mind she's going to get you to screw her. So she's succeeded. She threatened to show you the pictures of me and Dawn if I didn't agree to talk you into going to her party. At least, make a token appearance. The idea was that if we didn't like it, we could leave. For getting you to go to the party, she agreed not to show you the pictures of me and Dawn."
"Hah!" Greg was still skeptical. He picked up some of the other pictures. "That explains you and Dawn sucking each other off. How do you explain these? You, Harry, and Dawn fucking like mad? Both of 'em in your cunt, in your mouth and up your ass. How d'ya explain all that?"
Carol flushed. Again she sat on the bed, thoroughly deflated. "That's hard to explain," she admitted.
"I'm listening."
"After me and Dawn had our session and it was recorded on film, I tried to talk them out of showing them to you. They said they'd talk it over if I came to Elvin's that night."
"And instead of talking 'em out of showing the pictures to me, they talked you into posing for these!"
She nodded miserably. "That's right." Greg shook his head. "I could buy your story except for one thing."
"Oh?"
"Why ... why didn't you say no to Dawn? Why did you let her go down on you. You know how I hate homos. Why ... why didn't you have guts enough to kick 'er in the ass and say no, not only no, but hell no!"
Carol stood before him, fists clenched into tight little balls. "And I want you to answer a question, Mister High and Mighty!"
"What?"
"Why didn't you say no, but hell no, when they dared you to fuck little Marge?"
The anger and righteousness drained from his face. He blushed. "I ... I...." he stammered, unable to come up with a logical reason.
"Why didn't you kick little Marge in the ass and tell her to get lost? That you didn't want to fuck 'er?"
"I ... er, that was different ...
"Was it? Try again, Mister Smart Guy. You could've said no to little Marge, just like you mentioned I could've said no to Dawn!"
He sagged onto the bed. All the steam had gone out of his argument. He had tried trapping her into being the bad guy, but had wound up on the shitty end of the stick himself. He smiled wanly. He pulled her down onto the bed and rolled on top of her. "Looks like we've both been had, hon."
She sobbed and cuddled up to him. "It does." She wrapped hands around his neck and drew him down for a kiss. "I'm sorry, dear," she whispered. "I'm so sorry!"
"So am I." He returned her kisses. "Now, the question is what're we going to do about it?"
"Eh?"
"I mean we can't just forget it happened. We have these pictures for proof. We know what happened last Saturday at Sandra's. Is that the end of it, or do we continue, or do we separate, get a divorce ... what. . . ? "
"I don't want a divorce. I love you."
"Even after what we've done?"
"Yes. Yes." She reached down, unzipped his shorts and pulled his cock out. It was soft. Gently she jerked it. It began to harden. "How 'bout a hot session, then well discuss what we're going to do. I've missed this big bastard the past few days." She jerked more hardness into the big bastard.
Greg, his blue eyes filled with tears of relief, undressed his lovely bride. He shucked off his own clothes. "My God, you're so beautiful, hon," he marveled, staring down at her lush nudeness. "No wonder everyone gets a big hard-on for you."
"Everyone?", she teased, eyes brimming with tears of happiness. She chuckled while she toyed with his limp dong. "How come you can't get hard?"
"Watch it grow, hon." He squeezed her breasts. His prick grew another inch. He fondled her pussy. Another inch of hardness. He reamed a finger in her ass-hole. Another solid inch. He pressed his lips to hers in a soul kiss. Peaking of hardness. He grinned and backed away from her lips. His prick was now surging hard. A good nine inches of solid, fat cock. "How 'bout that, you pretty cunt-lapping slut?" he teased. "You want to try that on for size?"
"I do. I do." She squealed in delight. Her mouth watered.
He picked up some pictures. "Where d'ya want it, whore? In the ass? In the mouth? Or in the cunt?"
"All three places, you baby-fucking bastard! Pretend I'm little Marge." She eased around on her stomach and shoved her butt upward. "Pretend this is little Marge's ass and fuck it!"
"I don't have to pretend anything, hon. I love fucking this ass. I always did and I always will. This is my own, private little bung hole." He spread her ass-cheeks apart, eased her to her knees, shoved fingers into her shit chute and began reaming. "I'll get you so hot tonight, hon."
"Promises! Promises!" She giggled and wiggled.
He sucked and finger-fucked. Her tiny, puckered, brownish hole grew shitty and gooey under his ministrations. He knelt behind her behind and guided his enormous cock toward her. Holding onto her hip with one hand, he guided his surging cock forward. He reamed her bung hole with his hard cock, then plunged it in with a squooshing sound. "It's in, you bitch!" he chortled. "C'mon, wiggle your ass, you cuntlapper. You cock-sucker. You filthy slut!" Uttering the words of endearment, he slammed his cock in and out of her battered shit chute.
She wiggled and accepted. She enjoyed. She moaned and thrashed around. Happiness swept through her. The crisis had been reached and they were together again. He loved her. He loved her. Nothing else mattered. "C'mon, you big-cocked, horny bastard! Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck my ass! Fuck it good! Aaaaaaaah ... Ooooo ooooh. I'm gonna make you cum, you two-timing whoremonger. I'm gonna make you cum...." She redoubled her efforts.
He pounded shit for a while longer, then remembering his promise to give it to her all over, he withdrew his steaming prick from her wonderful little bung hole. He quickly moved around on the bed, and without hardly missing a fucking stroke, he shoved his shaft into her mouth!
She gagged and choked for a minute. She'd been unprepared for the sudden thrust, but quickly adjusted.
Eagerly and happily, she sucked his prick. She smiled up at him, her eyes filled with love and adoration for the guy she loved so much. In between sucks at his stick, she murmured, "I love you, dear. I love you."
Greg pulled at her ears as he pulled her face forward. "I'm fucking your pretty face, you slut!" he chortled, shoving his now slick cock into her shitty mouth. "Suck it good, bitch! like wow! You can sure suck a cock, you filthy bitch!"
She nodded happily and continued to suck.
Then suddenly he pulled out.
He pushed her onto her back, knelt between her legs and rammed his cock into her cunt. "Fuck me, bitch!" she screamed. "Fuck me!"
"Yes. Yes." Carol humped her pussy up and down in unison with his strokes. She moaned and sobbed. This was always the best way. "Fuck me! Fuck me! It's so damned big tonight, you bastard! Aaaaaaaah ... Ooooooooh. I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Now ... now...."
He unloaded in her steaming cunt at the same time she climaxed. They meshed together. They whirled, moved, kissed, and bumped nude bodies together while unloading in gigantic climaxes. Time stood still. Stars blinked. Passions rose, then finally ebbed. Liquid magic churned around deep inside her tiny well. Hot cum intermingled with hot cum.
Two hot lovers exploded their passion and lust in a soul-satisfying climax.
He kissed her tenderly while trying to maintain a hardness to his cock.
She kissed him tenderly while trying to maintain his cock in her cunt.
They locked in a fierce, slowing embrace as nature took its course. The male organ, having shot its wad, began to grow limp and flaccid. The female organ tried desperately to keep the wilting cock in place. But it flopped out of the slimy, moist hole.
Greg flopped onto his side, breathing heavily, and for the moment, well-sated. Idly, he nuzzled against his hot little wife. The girl he loved more than anything in the world. "You like what we did?"
"Loved it, dear." She snuggled up to him, and wrapped her warm fingers around his cooling cock. She giggled. "Let's get the bastard up again. I'm so hot tonight." She felt a sense of relief sweeping through her. He still loved her. The past had been forgiven, and hopefully forgotten.
"Let's relax for a while. I'm only human." He eased her away and stared deep into her eyes. "I guess what we just did proves that we can cope?"
"What d'ya mean?"
"I mean we still love each other very much, even after what happened at Sandra's and what happened to you this past week."
"Oh? So what're you getting at?"
"I'm thinking of our future together. We've proved that we can take on other mates, and still come back like we just did. Right?"
"So?"
"I'm wondering if this is just a reflex action, or is it something we can live with? I mean, like maybe we can become swappers?"
She frowned. "You want to?"
"I think we should give it another try. Not with these people around here. A different couple."
Her heart sank. He was leading up to something. "You have someone in mind?"
He nodded and drew her close. "I met an old friend in the city the other day. A guy I went to college with. We got to talking, and comparing notes."
"And?"
"He and his wife are interested in swapping. He wants to know if we are. I told him I'd discuss it with you."
Carol sighed. She knew she couldn't resist this big lug. Whatever he wanted to do would be all right with her. Especially now that he'd forgiven her for what she'd done. And perhaps he was right They should give it a try under different circumstances. Last week they'd been tricked into it. How would it be if they entered into it of their own free will?
11
Carol's initial evaluation of Greg's old college chum was one of extreme disappointment. From the way Greg had been raving about his friend, Don Caster, the past several days, she'd been expecting to see a superman. She expected Don to be a huge, muscular, handsome giant of a man, with sparkling eyes, a handsome face and a bundle of nervous energy.
When Don and his wife, Lorraine, arrived at the house on Saturday night, she almost closed the door in their faces. They were so different from the mental pictures she'd had of them based on Greg's ravings.
Don was a scrawny, scraggily-looking little guy. He was very thin and five foot eight inches tall. He had a wide mouth, a long nose, and wore bifocal glasses. He was the same age as Greg, twenty-seven. His hair was thinning at the top and already had traces of gray. He had pale gray eyes and, to top off his appearance, he wore a scraggily beard that met his mutton chop sideburns below the ear lobe.
Don was not the type of man who could turn a girl on with his looks. She had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she ogled the young man that Greg had brought in for her to swap with. Don had on a pair of ill-fitting slacks and a dark-colored sports shirt.
The only consolation she could gather from her first impression of the couple was that Greg wouldn't be doing much better with Lorraine. She was twenty-eight, and unlike her scrawny husband, she was a chubby type. She was five foot seven inches and plump, if Carol was a judge of what she could observe hidden under the plain dress the girl was wearing. Lorraine was a plain Jane with pale blue eyes, blonde hair and a fat nose above a smallish mouth.
Carol's initial shock of discontent wore off but slightly as the evening progressed. Greg and Don got off in a corner by themselves at the bar and between sipping drinks they talked over old times at college. They compared notes.
Lorraine, a pleasant, matronly girl, followed her around the house while Carol pointed out the goodies. All-electric kitchen. Two complete baths. Large, airy bedrooms. The huge rumpus room area in the cellar. She was polite and interested and echoed with the usual oohs and aahs of appreciation.
Then back to the living room and a trip to the bar.
After they absorbed quite a few drinks and sufficient time passed, Greg got down to the business at hand.
The subject hadn't been brought up directly, or even hinted at. But it was the basic, underlying reason for the visit of the Casters. Greg, his face flushed from one-too-many drinks, glanced at his watch, then at his old college chum.
His old college chum-nodded. "Why don't you take Lorraine to your bedroom and snow'er your etchings?" He chuckled. The die had been cast. Being an old hand at swapping, Don knew that sometimes the beginning swappers wanted to be alone with their swap partners.
Greg glanced at Carol.
She glanced at Lorraine, and with great mental effort beat down a shudder of dismay. To her it was inconceivable that Greg would want to bed down with that frowsy looking girl, especially when he had such a lovely wife. "You want to show'er your etchings?" The word was a sham. A signal. A pretense.
Greg stared hard at Lorraine. His feelings were almost akin to his wife's. Lorraine was a frumpy dame. Hardly the type to arouse a guy to fever pitch of passion.
like Carol, he, too, had been dismayed at the appearance of Don's wife. He had figured Don would come up with a beauty, like he had. Lorraine's plain, appearance had shocked him and had taken some of the zest out of his desire for a swap session.
But he was a fair man. He had talked things over with Carol. They had agreed to try a swap session without strings attached, or without being tricked into it, just to see if they could cope with the action. He wasnt about to turn back not now. He forced a big smile, slid from the bar stool, and tucked his hand in under Lorraine's chubby arm. "Sure, let's go, Lorraine." When he led the chubby one from the room, he peered back, a trifle sadly, "Have fun, you two. We'll see you later. Much later!"
The sinking feeling in the pit of Carol's stomach grew in intensity while she watched her handsome leaving the room with the blowsy blonde in tow. Damn him. He was going through with it. He was leaving her alone with scrawny Don. At that moment, she vowed inwardly that this would be the first real attempt, and the last, at swapping for them. Maybe she wouldn't even go through her end of the bargain.
Don eyed her quizzically through his bifocals. "I can sense you're disappointed in us, Carol?" He smiled wanly.
She blushed. He must've been reading her mind. "I ... er ... no ... it's just that we're new at this. like it's almost a first time for us."
He finished his drink. "It sure isn't a first time for me and Lorraine." His voice was tinged with sadness.
He poured another round. "Not really. I guess you might say I'm the homebody type. Personally I'd just as soon be home watching TV. But Lorraine's the one with hot pants." He glanced at his watch. "She's only been gone a few minutes, but I'll bet she's already got Greg's prick out and is playing with it, or sucking it."
"You're kidding!"
"Let's go see?" He finished his drink and slid from the stool.
Carol led the way. Greg had gone into the guest bedroom. She could hear sounds of giggling and expressions of joy emanating from the room. She eased open the door and peeked in.
Don was so right!
Greg was stark naked. So was Lorraine. She was squatted before Greg and had his big prick in her mouth! Greg was patting her on the blonde hair and encouraging her. It was a sickening sight.
Closing the door, she entered her own bedroom, followed meekly by Don. She sat on the edge of the vanity stool, a sad expression on her face. "Damn him," she muttered. "He sure didn't waste any time."
"Thanks to Lorraine." Don sat on the edge of the bed. He was still sipping at the drink he'd carried with him. "What d'ya want to do, Carol?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, it's obvious you're disappointed in me."
"I'm not! It's just...." She broke off, blushing.
"You expected a movie star. A glamour boy. This is your first real swap. You wind up with a scrawny guy like me." He sighed. "Don't apologize, or try to hedge, Carol. It happens all the time." He got up and headed for the door. "Maybe I'll just go out in your living room and watch TV for the rest of the evening? We'll just let good ole Greg and Lorraine have fun. You and me can watch television and have a few drinks. Maybe we might even find something to talk about?"
She was tempted to take his offer. She couldn't visualize herself making love to him. He had offered her an out. Then the memory of Lorraine in the other room sucking Greg's cock changed her viewpoint. She shrugged. "I guess maybe we'll stay here and talk. I have a bottle here. We can have a few drinks. Maybe after awhile, I might get in the mood?"
"Suits me." He refilled his glass from the bottles and chasers on the end .table. He ogled her. "Can I ask a favor of you, Carol?"
"Sure. Ask away." She felt more kindly toward this little guy. Obviously he wasn't going to push her. He was letting her off the hook completely.
"Would you mind stripping?"
"What?"
He smiled apologetically. "like I mean we are supposed to swap. Obviously, you don't want to swap, which is okay with me. I never force a girl to do anything she doesn't really want to."
"Then why should I strip?"
The flush on his thin face deepened. "At least I'll see what I missed out on. You're so beautiful, Carol. Much prettier than even Greg bragged about you. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. And if I could just see you strutting around in the nude, it would make up for what I'm missing, by us not swapping." He smiled sadly. "Please, Carol? Take off your clothes?"
She weighed his request. It seemed reasonable enough. He did have a point. She was reasonably sure he wasn't about to fuck her. He wasn't man enough to force her. She did have a lovely body. No harm in letting him see it. She smiled. "Okay. I guess there's no harm in that." She slipped from her clothes and went over to hang them on the back of a chair.
He ogled her and sucked in his breath as he followed her every move. "Wow!" His pale eyes lit up. His mouth watered. He stared at her lush breasts. He ogled her pussy brush. The triangular mound of brown hair.
Carol smiled impishly. The amount of liquor she'd absorbed and the friendly stare of the man excited her. She moved around the room, giving him excellent views of her nudeness. She then sat on the edge of the bed and faced him. He was now sitting on an easy chair, sipping and staring. She spread her legs apart slowly.
Leaning back alluringly, she handed him her empty glass for a refill. He quickly hopped to his feet, refilled it and handed it to her. He spilled some of the liquid, his hands were so nervous. "Thanks, Don." She eased her legs a bit wider and gave him an even better view of her honey-pot. Reaching down, she absently scratched at an itch in her snatch. Maybe she'd let the poor bastard go down on her? She was getting all heated up from being in the nude and knowing what she was doing to this little guy.
He backed away, trying not to stare too hard at her pussy. "Gee, thanks, Carol, for letting me see you nude." He backed toward the bathroom. "Mind if I use your bathroom? Oh, and while I'm in there, if you want you can put your clothes back on. I've seen you and believe me you're even more beautiful than I imagined you'd be." He closed the bathroom door behind him. iCarol frowned. She heard the tinkling sound, indicating he was pissing. Then she heard the sound of water running in the sink, indicating he was washing his cock. She was puzzled. She'd never met a guy quite like him. Most guys would be foaming at the mouth by now. The sight of her in the nude would've brought out the beast in man. Any other guy would have been attempting to get her onto her back on the bed and begin throwing cock at her.
Instead, he had told her to get dressed. His passion apparently had been sated, just seeing her in the nude. He was probably in there jerking himself off.
She toyed with the idea of taking his advice and getting dressed. It would serve him right. Some swapper. A wave of discontent swept through her. His actions were a form of rebuff to her. He'd acknowledged that she was a beautiful girl, but in the same breath, he'd told her to flake off. To go get dressed. That he wasn't too interested in getting into her pants. This thought rankled her. She didn't enjoy getting brushed off even by a scrawny runt.
She decided to sit there and tease him some more. She fondled her little snatch and eased her fingers in and out of her tiny twat. She stroked the hot, little, puffy vaginal lips. She heated herself up. Damn him. The least he could do was suck her cunt. She was in the mood for a cunt-lapping now. She'd get him to do it.
With this thought in mind, she continued to play with her pussy and continued to sip at her drink. Greg was in the next room, tossing cock into the chubby nympho, Lorraine. The least she should get out of the ruined evening was a blow job. She smiled when she heard the bathroom door unlock and slowly open. She spread her tiny cunt lips apart and felt of her clitty. This should turn the guy on.
The smile drained from her lips. Her eyes bugged wide. She stopped toying with her pussy. Her mouth gaped open. Her entire attitude underwent a drastic change.
Don had emerged from the bathroom nude!
The sight of the nude, scrawny, lightly-haired body with the skinny legs, skinny arms and small butt wasn't what caused her shocked amazement. The lovelight in his eyes, the watery mouth, or the look of expectation at finding her still there, and still nude, wasn't what turned her on. What turned her on was...
The sight of his prick!
Don's cock was massive. Even at half hardness, where it now was, the size of his ramrod was apparent instantly to her startled gaze. The sight of her still in the nude brought the cock to instant hardness. A huge, bouncing, fat, enormously big prick!
Carol had not observed too many pricks, until recently at the party of Sandra's. She was becoming adept in judging them for size and content. Until now, she was thankful that her Greg had the biggest cock she'd ever come in contact with.
Until now!
Now she knew she was gawking at the bigger one. One that made even Greg's big one seem small by comparison. Don's cock was an awesome spectacle. A spectacle that warmed the cockles of her heart and caused a decided twitch in her twat. like most girls, she had that deep inner desire to feel a big cock in her cunt. The bigger the better.
Don, who was used to this reaction from girls and who played this bit for his own enjoyment, stared in surprise. "I thought you were going to get dressed, Carol?" He chuckled.
"I ... er, who said...." she stammered and gawked.
He went over and poured a drink. He enjoyed these reactions. It inflated his ego. He was acutely aware of his shortcomings in the looks department, and was thankful for his blessings in the heavy-hung department. It gave him the edge in dealing with girls, especially reluctant ones.
He stood with his back to her, shutting off the view of his cock. "You kinda hinted you didn't want to swap with me," he pointed out, with a sigh. "Which is okay. I'm used to a girl's giving me the brushoff." He turned around to give her another view of his monstrous wand. He held it teasingly with one hand while sipping his drink with the other and peering over the rim of the glass. He sat in the easy chair, propped one foot up over the arm and ogled her impishly.
Carol sucked in her breath. "Maybe I've changed my mind about wanting to swap with you?" She arose from the bed, almost in a trance and covered the distance between them.
He shrugged. "Suit yourself. like I said, I can take it or leave it."
She knelt before him. "I'm sorry if I offended you, Don. I mean the way I've been acting. The way I've been looking down my nose at you." She slid a hand up onto his knee and inched fingers forward.
"Forget it, honey. You didn't offend. like I said, I'm used to such treatment from girls at first!" He grinned.
"Maybe it takes girls awhile to get to know you. I mean, really get to know you." She inched her fingers forward some more. She gently stroked the base of his huge, surging cock. She closed her small fingers around the huge rod. Her fingers didn't fit all the way around. She could feel his prick stiffen even more.
"But now you've seen my prick, you want to get better acquainted?"
"Yes. Yes." She eased in between his skinny legs. She crouched forward. "Can I kiss it?" she begged.
"Be my guest!" He hunched forward. "I always enjoy the sight of pretty girls sucking my cock." He winked lewdly.
Carol accepted the invitation gladly. She moved forward, opened her mouth wide, and the enormous cock slid into her willing mouth. Eagerly, she sucked the big cock. With each suck of her pretty mouth on the pretty prick, it grew larger and larger. From the feel of it in her mouth she was aware that it was much larger and far fatter than her own husband's. Her pussy began itching with each suck of the cock. She felt an overwhelming urge to get this cock into her cunt.
Don watched her in silent amusement from his sprawled position on the big recliner chair. He humped his cock up and down to meet her lustful sucks. He winked lewdly and crinkled his nose. He still had his glasses on, and peered down at her from his bifocals. "Nice sucking, bitch!"
Pleased at the compliment, she redoubled her efforts. She fondled his hairy balls and toyed with his ass-hole. This made his cock even harder.
He watched her sucking action for a few more minutes. He ogled her swaying breasts and twitching twat as she eased around in her sucking endeavor. Then, suddenly raising a skinny leg, he pushed his foot against her shoulder, gave a hard shove and sent her sprawling to her ass a few feet away. "Enough yet, you filthy slut! You cocksucking little bitch!"
He arose to his feet, reached for his clothes that he'd carried with him from the bathroom, slid into his slippers and headed for the bedroom door. "I'm gonna go watch TV," he announced. "Coming?"
She gawked at him in amazement from her sprawled position on the floor. She was flopped on her ass, her weight on her hands in back of her, her legs spread wide and an expression of shock on her pretty face. The sight of him leaving the room taking along his wonderful cock was too much. "Wait!" She crawled along the floor and wrapped hands around his leg.
He kicked at her trying to dislodge her. "Wait for what?" His voice was sharp.
"I ... I don't want you to leave. Please stay." She held tightly to his skinny, hairy leg. She tried crawling upward to get within sucking distance of the glorious cock.
"So you can insult me some more? No thanks." Again he gave her the knee and dislodged her.
"I didn't insult you!" she protested, again crawling on hands and knees to him.
"Not by words, but by your actions and attitude." He smiled wanly. "You indicated you didn't want to swap with me, because I'm so ugly. Well, I got news for you, Carol. I don't want to swap with you!" Reaching down he gave her a cruel slap to the side of the face. "Let go, you filthy bitch!"
"No. No. I won't!" Carol sobbed. She grabbed at his big cock. Held it tightly. "Not until you give me this big cock. I want it!"
He slapped her on the other cheek. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, a cruel smile on his thin face. He held his prick with one hand and teased it in front of her. "You really want this prick, bitch?"
Her mouth watered. She lay on her stomach on the thick carpet. "Yes. Yes. Please, Don, let me have it. I'm sorry if I offended you," she said humbly.
He considered her apology. He enjoyed these games he played. It had happened so many times. The pretty girl looking down her nose at him because he was so scrawny and ugly. Then the revelation. His big prick. The sudden change in attitude of the pretty girls upon viewing his cock. Their insatiable desire to get fucked by it.
The cruel smile on his face grew more pronounced. The prettier the girl, the more he enjoyed his game. "Crawl over on your belly to me, Carol, while I consider your request." He held his prick out for bait.
Carol, her mouth watering, crawled along the thick-carpeted floor on her belly and tits. She inched her way forward, her eyes filled with lust.
"Kiss my feet, you filthy slut!" he ordered when she'd arrived near the bed. He held his skinny feet toward her.
Carol moaned, but kissed. She kissed his ankles. She licked his scrawny, hairy calves, and kissed to his knees. Hopefully, she kept her glance on the target. His big, swaying cock. She was getting close. Her passion and lust grew in intensity. She was almost within sucking distance of it when he suddenly put his foot up, shoved it against her face and sent her sprawling in a heap again.
He grinned down at her, a cruel expression on his thin face. "You didn't satisfy me then, you little bitch!" He bent over, rolled her onto her stomach and slapped her on the ass-cheeks. Again and again he delivered stinging slaps to her cute, out-thrust ass.
Having vented his lust and lewdness, he said, curtly, "Get up there on the bed!"
She eagerly complied. Her face lit up in expectation. The stinging slaps on her butt hurt, but she didn't mind. Not as long as she was going to get this cock!
She lay on her back, spread her legs wide, lifted her knees and held out her hands invitingly. "C'mon, lover boy," she whimpered. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Don hopped on the bed. He straddled her body across the stomach with his skinny legs. He eased his cock up, slid it between her huge melons, pressed the huge mounds against his huge cock and began fucking her between the tits! ;
Carol moaned and wriggled around in pleasure at the tittie fucking. Each time his enormous cock slid upward between her huge breasts, she nipped at the cockhead which came within range of her sucking mouth.
Don continued this action for a few minutes. Glaring down, he rasped, "You're a filthy pervert! A cocksucking bitch. A lewd girl. You'd do anything just to get this cock, wouldn't you?" He slapped her on the cheek.
She winced, but smiled assent, "Yes. Yes. I'll do anything. Anything. I'm a queer. I'm a pervert. I'm a slut. Anything you say, you big-cocked bastard, but please, please shove that cock into me ... now?"
Don pulled his cock from between her tits. He inched upward. He slapped her across the mouth with his prick. He hit her on the nose with it. Then, moving down, he bounced his hard cock against her pert nipples. He touched her bellybutton with it. He touched her flat tummy with his cock. He touched her hips. He ran his hot cock up and down her creamy, pinkish-white thighs.
He rolled her onto her stomach. He spread-eagled her. He eased her hands away up above her head and to the side. He spread her legs wide. He touched her all over her bare back with his cock. Then he reamed his fingers in and out of her tiny butt hole. He wet his fingers and reamed again and again.
She moaned and writhed around under his unorthodox methods. Every fiber in her lithe, slender body heated up. The guy was driving her ape. She was ready to climb the walls. The touch of the big cockhead all over her body was almost more than she could stand. She felt an overpowering urge to slide around and suck the big bastard. Or to flop on her back and try to get fucked.
She refrained, knowing that it would only arouse his ire. She had to do things his way if she wanted that big cock. Oh, Lordy, how she wanted it!
She squirmed her ass around excitedly. She humped it up and down while he finger-fucked it. Then, when he slid his cockhead up to her tiny, puckered ass-hole and gave an inward shove, she shrieked in pain and anguish.
"The bastard was shoving that big cock into her tiny ass-hole!
She moaned, and screamed in pain. She was unprepared for the savage assault. Her tiny ass couldn't take that enormous cock, not without some preliminary sucking or reaming. It felt as though the prick were ripping her ass wide open.
She shrieked, moaned and yelped in terror and pain. "No! Take it out! It hurts! It's too damned big. You're killing me. Help! Help!" Her voice trailed off to a whimper of misery as he continued. A wave of nausea swept through her. She felt suddenly weak and faint. She almost blacked out.
It was horrifying. The excruciating pain was unbearable. She writhed in agony and moaned feebly. "No ... no ... I can't take it ... stop ... please stop. . . "
Don glared cruelly. He shook his head. He slapped her again. "Shut up, bitch!" He continued to pound his shitty cock into her shit chute. In a frenzy now, he poured cock into the ravaged hole. In. Out. With each stroke he dug deeper and deeper.
Don continued to pound the battered ass-hole, then he felt himself building to a climax. He eyed the ravaged hole for a long moment, having a wild desire to shoot his wad into it. Then, keeping on with his master plan of love-torture of this pretty maiden, he removed his plug. Without missing a stroke, he eased around on the bed, and without asking permission, he shoved his cock into her mouth! "Suck it, you filthy slut! Suck it!" He rammed it far down her throat and out and in with measured strokes.
Carol, suddenly relieved of the horrible pain in her ass, tried to cope with the new assault. She held his belly away and began to adjust to his power strokes into her mouth. She gagged and almost threw up. She swallowed and tried to escape the onslaught. She tried moving her head from side to side. To no avail. The crazy bastard had her by the ears and hair. He was pulling her face onto his cock and thrusting it in and out ruthlessly and crazily. She could see by the crazed glaze in his eyes that the guy had flipped. He had gone over the edge. He was a maniac. She was the victim.
Her fears began to abate when her mouth adjusted to his cock. She had become quite expert in handling cocks in the mouth, thanks to Greg, Harry and Elvin. She eased around into a better sucking position and found she could now handle the surging prick without choking. The shit was all gone. Down her throat. An expert cocksucking girl handling a big cock.
She eased onto her side, reached up, fondled his balls with one hand and reached around to tickle his ass-hole with the other hand. She had him!
In. Out. She sucked the enormous rod. She could see the madness drain from his eyes. The odd look was replaced by a smile of delight as she serviced his prick. She winked impishly at him.
The madness left his face. The crazed look ebbed from his eyes. He returned to normalcy. Always he got carried away like this. Especially when exposed to such a beautiful hunk of girlhood. The prettier the girl, the more lustful and lewd he became in his moment of passion. It was a reaction to his own shortcomings. He felt the insane urge to inflict terrible hurt on things of beauty, until the moment of madness receded. He had reached a peak of madness and lust with this kid tonight. And it was mainly because she was so beautiful. The most beautiful of all.
He drew his slick cock from her suckling mouth. He eased her onto her back. He spread her legs wide and lifted her knees. He knelt between her legs. He aimed his well-sucked cock toward her tiny pussy. "Ready, darling?" he breathed huskily.
She nodded humbly. Reaching down, she grabbed hold of his cock to guide it in. "I'm ready," she whispered, humbly, her voice filled with awe at the size of the cock in her hand. Could she take it?
His entire mood had changed. The crazed look was gone. He eyed her tenderly and lovingly. "I'm sorry I was so rough with you, darling," he breathed huskily as he touched her little cunthole with his big cock head. "It's just that I get carried away at such moments. The prettier the girl, the more I want to hurt her. Screwy, isn't it?" He smiled tenderly and pressed his lips to hers. "And you're the most beautiful of all. God, but you're so beautiful."
She nodded happily, and with tears in her eyes, she sobbed, "I understand. I'm sorry I didn't want to swap with you at first." She kissed him tenderly. Her eyes were shining and they were rimmed with tears of happiness. She sobbed. "How 'bout shoving that beautiful prick into my beautiful cunt?" She smiled and nodded.
"like this?" Don gently eased forward. He no longer had the mad urge to hurt this lovely flower. He was now tenderness personified. Ever so gently, he eased his huge cockhead into her tiny slit. She moaned, writhed and whimpered with each push of his cock. He held back. He regrouped. He handled her gently and with tenderness. His heart was filled with love for her at the moment. He wanted to fill her tiny cunt with his cock-love, but he didn't want to hurt the tiny thing.
She moaned, wiggled and humped under his gentle invasion. She felt the cockhead pushing aside her tiny, puffy, vaginal lips. She whimpered and sobbed when she felt it enter. Then, when it clicked inward, she smiled, "It's in! It's in!" Her voice was filled with awe. The monstrous shaft had entered the tiny crevice. It was now easing in and out, ever so slowly and nicely! "It's in!" She crushed him to her in a soul kiss and eased her ass up and down to contain the monster in her hole.
"Yes. Yes." A beatific smile on his face, he gently shoved his hot rod in and out of the now-accepting cunt. He was in no rush. He savored of every inch he eased inward and outward. It was by far the tightest pussy he'd had in a long, long, time...
She humped up and down in sheer ecstasy. It was by far the biggest cock she'd ever taken in her cunt. Even bigger than Greg's. She wrapped her legs around Don's skinny legs and pulled him to her. She beat a tattoo on his scrawny back and pushed against his little ass-cheeks. "Give it to me, lover boy," she whimpered. "Sock it to me, you big-cocked bastard! like wow! Aaaaaaaaaah ... Ooooooooh. You've got the biggest damned cock. Fuck it to me! Fuck the shit out of me. Now! Now! I'm gonna cum ... Eeeeeeeeio ... Ooooooooh ... Cum with me. Cum with me...."
Don obliged. He tried to make it last longer, but nature took its course. This reluctant kid had gotten him so hot. His frenzy and madness had reached such a peak he couldn't hold out much longer. The sight of her lovely face bobbing around on the pillow, her lovely tits bouncing around under his skinny, hairy chest and her lovely pussy accepting his enormous cock was too much for him to resist, or to try slowdown tactics.
He came. A gigantic climax. Again and again he squirted his hot lava into her tiny pussy. Again and again he shoved mightily into her yielding cunt and unloaded his hot, steamy juices into her hot, juicy cunt.
She accepted him. Again and again. Before the night was over and the swap session ended, she had sampled his big cock time and again. It marveled her that such a big thing could come on such a small package.
12
It was Sunday afternoon. Carol and Greg were relaxing in the living room, idly reading the Sunday papers, and half watching television. Don and Lorraine had departed a few hours ago. She had whipped up a nice breakfast for them all. They'd had a few drinks, then they had parted, vowing to all get together again.
For a long time after the departure of their overnight guests, she and Greg had avoided talking about the subject. They were both too embarrassed. It had been a first time they'd both deliberately and with prior approval cheated on each other.
A wall of silence had sprung up between them. They both felt a sense of guilt. When their glances met, they instinctively blushed.
Greg could stand it no longer. Sitting on his favorite recliner, he called her to come over. He had on his bathrobe and slippers. She was still dressed in her peek-a-boo wrapper. Neither had bothered to change into clothes since the departure of their guests.
Sliding onto his lap, she wrapped her hands around his neck. "Hi!" She pressed her lips to his in a tender kiss. "Did you have fun last night?"
He nodded. "Yes and no."
"What's 'at mean?"
"I mean, we've tried swapping. Now I'm all confused."
"You didn't like it?" A touch of panic seeped into her voice. She'd been looking forward to a return session with big-cocked Don. They'd half promised the Casters they would visit them at their place soon.
He slid his hands in between the folds of her wrap around and fondled her lush titties. "Let's face it, hon. You got a good look at Lorraine?"
"So?" she reached down and slid fingers in and around his cock. It was soft and flabby. She squeezed it. .
"She's a dog! Ugh. Fat. Lumpy. A plain Jane. Right?"
"And your ole buddy, Don, wouldn't win any beauty prizes either!"
He chuckled. "How right you are. But there's something about Don that I'm not aware of. like at college, he used to turn all the girls off when they first looked at him. But after they got to know him better, he couldn't beat 'em off with a club. For some reason the girls went for him at college. That's why I thought we'd get along with swapping with them."
Carol snuggled closer to him. She felt his cock hardening. She jerked it some more. She could tell Greg the reason why girls went for Don. Good, solid reasons. "He has his good points."
"So does Lorraine." He slid her wrapper off. "Actually, hon, I rather enjoyed my session with her. How 'bout you and your session with Don?" He placed his hand on her fuzzy mat and stroked.
She squiggled in delight at the memory and the feel of Greg's fingers on her snatch. "He was all right, I guess." She didn't want to sound too enthused.
"Then you'd be willing to visit them for another session? Or do you think we ought to pass? like I mean, forget swapping. We've given it a try. Now, we've got to decide. I'll leave it up to you."
She pulled his prick out into the open and fondled it. It had a satisfying stiffness. She felt a momentary surge of disappointment. Greg's prick wasn't as big as Don's. But it was hers to have and to hold forever.
All her life she'd thought she'd be satisfied with one man, one prick, one guy to love.
In the past few weeks, however, she'd been subjected to all kinds of new love. Yet, oddly enough, her love for her husband was still intact. His love was something special. Even now, after having spent a hectic night with big-cocked Don and having been subjected to all kind of delicious ordeals by the enormous cock, she still had but fleeting, blurry thoughts of the scrawny guy. All he had represented to her was a cock. A big cock. There had been no spark of real love between them. It had been purely a physical thing.
Easing Greg far back on the recliner, she squatted up on him, facing him. She scrootched around until she had her hot pussy in position. Half kneeling and half squatting, she laid her pussy onto his up-surging cock. It slid in with a wonderful squooshing sound. She let his cock rest in her cavity and eased forward, giving him a tender kiss and meshing her pussy around on his up-thrust cock.
"I kind of liked the session," she confessed. "But from a purely physical viewpoint, I. could never love a scrawny guy like Don. But like I said, he had his good point. And you enjoyed your session with chubby Lorraine?"
He humped his cock up and down in her twat. No rush. Just slow, tender love. "Yeah, she was different."
"Okay, then I guess we can become swappers on a selective basis." She meshed her pussy harder onto his hardening cock.
"Good. I'll keep in touch with Don."
"So will I." Greg's words set off a trend of thoughts in her mind.
A way to get even with Sandra!
13
Carol hardly contained her smile of satisfaction when she noticed how charged-up Sandra was. It was early afternoon. Greg was at work and wouldn't be home for hours. She had made the necessary arrangements with Don. He had been surprised to get the phone call from her, but after hearing what she had in mind he went along with her plan. Don had a big measure of sadistic tendency. What Carol was wanting him to do was right up his alley.
At times he took fiendish delight in hurting girls, especially beautiful ones. From what Carol had mentioned Sandra was not only beautiful, but she deserved what she was going to get. A taste of her own medicine. Carol's revenge. He went along with it. x .
Sandra nuzzled down in the easy chair in Carol's living room. She glanced at her watch. "What time is this superman of yours supposed to show up, darling?" She sipped at the drink Carol had given her.
Carol smiled sweetly. "One o'clock. Hell be here. Did you tell Elvin to show up with his camera equipment?"
"I sure did." Sandra giggled. "You know Elvin. Always in the mood. Hell be ready for our little private party. How 'bout Greg? Does he go along with what you're doing?"
Carol shook her head. "He doesn't know about this. This is our own private little party. Yours and mine. I know how excited you get over guys with big pricks. I figured you'd really enjoy Don Caster!" She rolled her eyes ceiling-ward. "Man, is he ever hung!"
Sandra's eyes popped wide. "I can hardly wait. You're getting me all hot just talking about it." Then her eyes suddenly grew suspicious. "How come you're being so nice to me, Carol? After the deal I pulled on you?"
Carol smiled disarmingly. "I've forgiven you for that, Sandra. After all, if it hadn't been for your tricking me like you did, I wouldn't be getting fucked by other guys like I do. Big Joe, for instance. Elvin and ... Don...." She rolled out the word as though she were talking about royalty. "Wait 'till you meet him and his prick. like wow!" She hopped from her chair. "Oh! This must be him!" She'd heard a car pulling into her driveway.
It was Don. The scrawny, unhandsome, skinny man entered the house with a big smile. His pale gray eyes lit up in appreciation at sight of Carol.
"Hi, honey," he murmured, "I'm right on time."
"Don! It's so good to see you. Come in. Come in." She led him into the living room. Motioning toward Sandra, she cooed, "Don, this is Sandra, the girl I've been telling you about." She beamed.
Sandra didn't beam. Sandra's heart sank. An expression of dismay came to her pretty face. She glared at the scrawny stranger. She groaned inwardly. This was the great guy Carol had been raving about? This scrawny excuse for a man?
She forced a wan smile. "Hi, Don. Pleased to meetcha." She tried to work some enthusiasm into her voice. She wasn't pleased. Damn Carol. She had tricked her. Bragging all week about the handsome hunk of man she'd met at a swap session. And now dragging in this poor excuse of a man.
She decided to spoil Carol's plan before it had a chance to work. Hopping to her feet, she exclaimed, glancing at her watch. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Don, but I really must run. I have an appointment at two. See you all...." Her voice trailed off when the front door opened and Elvin popped in.
"Hi folks!" Elvin beamed. He was carrying a bundle of camera gear. He shook hands with Don when introduced, then turned to Carol, "Where shall I set this stuff up for our party, hon?"
"Let's all go into the den." Carol led the way.
Sandra, seeing she was trapped, trudged along, a deep frown on her pretty face. Damn Carol, she thought, for having gotten even with her.
Then she decided to rebel. She wouldn't let this stuck up little bitch pull a fast one on her. Not if she expected to keep her under her control, like she had Dawn. She had to show this smart-assed pretty bitch that she was still the queen bee around this area. She pulled Carol back into the hallway, after the men had entered the bedroom.
"Hold it a minute, Carol." Her voice was sharp. Carol eyed her in surprise. "What's with you, Sandra? Don't you want a little action?"
"Not with that scrawny bastard you invited over!" Sandra hissed, inclining her head toward the bedroom. "I'm wise to you. You think you're getting even for what I pulled on you with Greg! Well, I've got news for you, bitch. You can have both these bastards! I'm leaving."
Carol suppressed a smile. Shrugging, she murmured, "Suit yourself, darling. I just thought you liked men that were well-endowed, but if you want to shove off go ahead and shove." She entered the bedroom, slowly.
"Don't con me. Don't try and tell me that little ugly bastard's well hung...." Sandra's voice trailed off as she followed her hostess back into the bedroom, her curiosity aroused, yet with her anger still riding high. She flushed when she noticed that the scrawny little man had been standing right inside the doorway and must have-heard every word she'd uttered. She didn't give a damn.
Carol, standing in the middle of the room near the bed, quickly shucked her shorts. Now, naked and glorious in her nudity, she smiled at the two men. "Guess well have to make this a threesome, boys," she chirped brightly. "Sandra's not in the mood for games, are you dear?" she added, nippingly.
Sandra, undecided as to whether to turn around and leave, or stay and watch out of curiosity, hesitated. Her glance of contempt fell on mousy little Don Caster who was slowly undressing. Neatly he piled his clothes onto a bedroom chair.
In the far corner of the room, anxious Elvin was setting up his camera on a tripod and zooming it toward the bed. At the same time he was shedding his shorts and T-shirt. Elvin, the cameraman, always figured he was entitled to a piece of the action, especially when the action was with luscious dolls like Carol, who was patiently awaiting the disrobing of the little man.
Sandra sucked in a deep breath of regret when the little man finally stripped bare.
The little guy had a big prick!
Sandra, a keen judge of male penises, having judged them from all angles ever since she was fourteen, knew that at this moment she was glancing at a king-sized one, even though it was still limp and far from assuming its potential. As she ogled the hardening organ her mouth watered and her twat twitched.
The sight of nude Carol was having the desired effect on Don's prick. It was growing larger and harder by the second as he advanced toward the cute, brown-haired nudie.
"Carol! Carol!" muttered Don, wrapping his hands around her and giving with a big kiss to her cute mouth. "It's been a long time since I've held you in my arms."
"Just a week or so, lover boy," Carol replied, gathering Don't stiffening cock into her hands and pumping it slowly to gain added girth and strength to the enormous rod.
From her vantage point in Don's embrace she could study Sandra's face. She noticed the expression of sheer incredibility that was on the dark-eyed brunette's pretty face. She saw the way Sandra's mouth was watering and noticed that Sandra was wasting no time in disrobing. She smiled to herself. It was just as she figured it would be. The sight of Don's enormous cock had turned Sandra on. Her plan was working like clockwork.
"My, you have a lovely prick, Don," she gurgled, squatting down before him and drawing it quickly into her mouth. In between sucks, she called out. "Take some shots of me sucking this big cock, Elvin."
Elvin, from his vantage point behind his camera, did as directed. His own prick was bone hard as he took pictures of the enormous prick sliding in and out of the pretty girl's mouth. He zoomed his camera in and out to catch the wonderful expressions on Carol's face as she sucked cock and the look of content on Don's face as his cock was sucked.
Sandra, now stark naked, and anxious to join the fun, tried joining the group. Kneeling before the cocksucking duo, she tried to grab some of the cock with her own eager mouth. "Hey, let me in on this!" she chortled gaily.
Slap! Don delivered a stinging blow to Sandra's face. The force of the blow sent her reeling across the room and onto her back in a crumpled heap. Don glared at her, then smiled sweetly at his cute little cocksucker, who hadn't missed a single stroke while he was slapping her friend.
Sandra's mouth popped wide. Her expression was one of horror. Her cheek ached and was flushed from the blow. Flopped on her ass, feet spread wide, cunt exposed and leaning on her hands, she mumbled, "Why'd you do that?" It was the first time she'd ever been slapped in the kisser while trying to get a cock in her mouth.
Don glared. "Stay away from me, you filthy bitch!" he snarled curtly. "I heard what you said about me a few minutes ago! Calling me an ugly bastard!"
Sandra flushed. Her and her big mouth! She had been horsed-off before, especially at Carol, thinking the girl had tricked her because of the way she had tricked her previously. She'd figured Carol was getting revenge on her by trotting in this scrawny ugly little man. She realized now that she should've kept her big mouth shut. She should've remembered an old saying about big things coming in little packages.
And this prick sliding in and out of Carol's mouth was the biggest one she'd seen in a long time. It was fully as large as the one she used to take years ago when she put on exhibitions with a stallion. Don was endowed with a regular horse cock.
Sucking in a deep breath of regret, Sandra eased forward, crawling on her belly toward the happy couple. Her expression was contrite. Her cunt was twitching and her eyes were pools of lust. Reaching the duo, she slid a hand around Don's leg and peered up, her eyes hopeful, "I'm sorry I called you names, Don," she whispered. "Please forgive me?" She fondled his hairy, swinging balls.
He stared at her haughtily, then looked at his cocksucker. A look of understanding passed between them.
With impish delight, Don pulled back his hand and again he slapped Sandra. A stinging, fiendish slap that left a red welt on her face as she reeled backward again, rolling over and over on the carpet of the bedroom. "Stay away from me, you filthy bitch!" he roared.
Sandra came to a rest against the vanity. Her face was bruised and red. Her feelings were hurt as was her ass where it had hit against the stool of the vanity. She whimpered and sobbed from the pain and mortification. It was a first for her. Getting slapped around by a man. And such a scrawny runt of a man.
Her embarrassment was complete when Carol grinned at her. "Why don't you shove off, darling?" Carol cooed. "You said you didn't want any part of this action?" Carol eased the prick from her mouth while talking and held it aloft for Sandra's inspection.
Sandra bit back a sob. "That was before. Now I've changed my mind."
"Well, you can just change it again!" Carol nodded toward the cock. "I'm not about to share this lovely thing with you not after what you said about my friend, Don. Am I, dear?" She peered upward at her friend.
"Hell no!" Don agreed, playing right along. He hoisted his little cocksucker to her feet. "Why would I want a big, fat ugly bitch like that, when I can have a luscious dish like you? Let's get on the bed, hon?" he suggested, "And you can try this on for size!"
Wow! Carol hopped onto the bed, spread her legs wide, lifted her knees and held out her hands gleefully. "C'mon, lover boy. Sock it to me. And, Elvin, you get some good pictures of this action."
Elvin nodded.
Don slid forward.
Carol screamed in anguish, pain and delight when the enormous cock slid into her tiny twat.
Sandra moaned, sobbed and writhed in dismay while watching the action. She felt an overpowering urge to leap to her feet and rush to the bed and somehow get her body under the scrawny little guy with the prick.
She also knew that this type of action might get her another slap in the kisser. She had really insulted the ugly little man with the lovely cock.
Carol, with the big cock deeply imbedded in her tiny cunt, writhed and whimpered like a happily stuck pig while Don slammed it to her. Her cute ass-cheeks bounced around on the bed and her titties bumped up against Don's scrawny chest as he pounded his horse cock into her cunt.
"Fuck it to me, you big-cocked bastard!" Carol whimpered happily. "Fuck the shit out of me! Hit me with that cock. like wow ... Ooooooooh ... aaaaaaaaah...."
In. Out. Up. Down. The happy fucking couple on the bed went through their ecstasy while Elvin, the cameraman, recorded the event for posterity. He knew that his time would come. His cock bounced against the legs of the tripod as he took pictures of the action. He zoomed in and out with his camera lens, getting closeup shots of the enormous rod pushing against the ever-so-tight cunt-hole. He wished his camera was equipped with sounds so he could get the effects of the swooshing sounds as the big cock ravaged the tiny cunthole, and the girl getting fucked emitted sounds of gurgling delight.
Other sounds, but not gurgling ones of delight, were emanating from Sandra's throat as she watched the fucking action from a vantage point alongside the bouncing bed. She had crawled over and was seated next to the bed, watching in wide-eyed envy. She wished she was the recipient of the big prick. Every fiber in her lush body heated up and her pussy twitched enviously.
Carol, seeing Sandra at bedside, deliberately slowed the pace. She winked knowingly at fucking Don, who nodded understandingly. He, too, slowed his pace. He was a man who could pace himself. A man who thoroughly enjoyed the work that he did best. Fucking other men's wives. A function he thoroughly enjoyed, and with his own wife's approval, because she was normally doing her thing, too. Fucking other wives' husbands. Most times they worked as a swapping team, but on occasions they went it alone. like now. A very, very special occasion.
Holding her hands on Don's skinny shoulders to temper the pace, Carol raised and lowered him slowly. She stared meaningfully at Sandra. "Didn't I tell you this guy was something special?" she gasped, between lunges into her cunt.
Sandra nodded humbly. "You did."
"Too bad you insulted him," Carol purred, easing upward so Sandra could get a good glimpse of the enormous cock sliding in and out. "Maybe if you hadn't, he might've given you a sample of this cock, eh, Don?" She appealed to her fucking partner.
He shrugged, taking the cue perfectly. Crinkling his nose, he said curtly, "I don't like her looks. She's too fat for me! Ugh!" Shaking his head, he added, "Why would I want to fuck a big, fat, old, ugly dame like that when I've got you around?" He increased the tempo slightly.
"Fat? Old? Ugly?" Sandra preened in horror. She was proud of her lush one hundred and thirty pounds of exotic femininity.
She probably wasn't as old as he was only twenty-seven. The nerve of this bastard calling her names.
"Besides which," added Don, rubbing salt in the wounds, "I'd guess she has a big, fat cunt to match her big, fat mouth! I'll bet it's twice as big as yours, honey!" He pounded more and more cock into the tiny cunt. "Fucking her," he added impishly, "would be like fucking a cow!"
Carol suppressed a grin of triumph. Don had really played his part. He was a wonderful actor. She shrugged her shoulders sympathetically at Sandra. "I guess that's it, Sandra. You see how he feels about you. I was kinda hoping we could make this a foursome, but you loused that up. You and your big mouth...."
"And big cunt!" added Don. Raising his hand as though to slap Sandra again, he snarled, "Why don't you shove off, fat bitch? Leave me alone with this pretty kid."
Sandra backed away in terror. Her cheeks were still red from the previous slaps. She didn't want any more of that. Seeing Don glaring at her, she moved away from the bed, putting plenty of distance between her face and his hands if he decided to take another swipe at her.
Don, seeing that his target was out of range, concentrated on his other target. The hairy little item between Carol's lovely, creamy thighs and the cute buttocks which were bouncing up and down in ecstasy, meeting every pounding thrust of his big cock.
"I'm gonna cum, Carol!" he whimpered suddenly, increasing his thrusts mightily. The effects of the tiny vise-like jaws of the hairy pussy had the predictable results. He could no longer stay his cum.
Carol squealed in delight and met his thrusts with wild abandon. She, too, was about to unload. She had held off for this big moment.
They came together. Thrashing wildly about on the bed, squealing, moaning, nipping, sobbing and screwing like mad they unloaded. He filled her hot cavern with loads of creamy cum. It intermingled with her own gobs of creamy nectar. She wrapped her legs around his legs and pulled him in while they writhed on the bed, moving faster, faster, faster ...
At last, nature took its course. Don ran out of steam and cum! His thunderous movements slowed to a snail's pace. His enormous, hard cock grew limp and wan. It slid from the slick hole that was covered with cum. His hair was sticky with cum. Her cunt-hairs were sticky with cum. , It had been a deluge. A satisfying deluge.
He continued to stay atop the glorious girl for a few more minutes. His wet, limp cock rubbed against her damp bush while he showered her with kisses and words of praise. "You pretty girl! You lovely fucker. You have the tightest little cunt a man ever fucked. You're adorable."
She stroked the back of his head and accepted his kisses and compliments. "You're the greatest, Don. Even better than my husband. Fuck me again. Please?" She humped her pussy upward invitingly.
He nodded and kissed. "Sure, hon. Well do it again in a few minutes. Right now, I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be back soon." He patted her wet pussy. "Keep it warm."
Sliding from the bed, he paused before cringing Sandra. She was gazing upward at him appealingly, her eyes filled with lust and hope.
The smile left his face. Lifting his foot, he pressed it against her face and pushed. "Stop looking at me like that, you fat slut!" he grumped. "I thought I told you to leave!" He kicked her in the butt. "You better be out of here before I come from the bathroom, or so help me, I'll beat you to a pulp!"
He strode into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
14
Carol, lying on her side of the bed, grinned down at a cringing Sandra, who'd landed in a heap on the floor from Don's kick in her face.
Her eyes filled with ecstasy, she murmured, "Wasn't he something, darling? Did you ever see such a big prick. like wow! I still feel it!" She touched her pussy. "I told you he was something special, but you wouldn't believe me. You had to insult him. Well, it serves you right." She crinkled her nose impishly. She was happy and content all over. Her cunt had been pounded savagely and gloriously and she had managed to get even with this cringing bitch on the floor.
Sandra glowered. She'd had the feeling she'd been had by this cute kid who'd just been fucked by the loveliest cock she'd seen in a long time. What made it so bad was that she had fallen right into the trap. Carol had set her up but good.
Bragging about the handsome guy with the big prick. The guy had a big prick all right, but he was very unhandsome. Loathsome would be a better description of the ugly little bastard. Her reaction had been a natural one. Unfortunately she'd voiced her inner feelings aloud and the little man with the big cock had heard them.
That's why he had slapped her around. No man-likes to be insulted and called ugly names. She groaned inwardly and tried wracking her mind to figure out ways to get out of Don's doghouse and get his prick into her. She just had to have some of that cock!
She forced a smile at her tormentor, lying blissfully on the bed awaiting the return of the big cock. "I'm sorry I mouthed off, Carol. Will you tell Don that? Get him to forgive me for what I said?" She eased toward the bed, her eyes filled with supplication. "Please?"
Carol shook her head. "You'd better leave before he gets back. I got a feeling he doesn't like you at all. Not only because you're a big, fat slob," she added mischievously, "but because you really hurt his feelings. And, like he mentioned, why would he want someone like you when he has me?" She stroked her own lush breast and patted her tiny pussy.
Sandra eased over and squatted next to the bed. "I'll do anything, Carol. Anything, if you'll fix it up for me."
"Gee, I don't know whether I should," Carol mused. "After the way you tricked me. Got me into swapping. The way you treat poor little Dawn." v
"She-likes the way I treat 'er. The little bitch is a lesbian!" Sandra's voice was filled with contempt. She had a very low opinion of girls who would suck other girls' cunts. Of course she wouldn't include Carol in that category, not at this moment while she was trying to get back into Carol's good graces.
Carol flushed. "You don't like lesbians?"
Sandra quickly amended her statement, feeling she'd goofed again. "Some of 'em I like. Some who do it just for kicks. like you, darling, but not ones like Dawn. Hell, that little bitch'd rather kiss a cunt than feel a cock. She's not like you and me." She smiled. "We're girls who like cock, the bigger the better. Right?"
Carol nodded, then cocking her head to one side, she breathed, "Un-unh, talking about big cocks, I hear sounds of Don getting ready to leave the bathroom. You'd better shove off before he sees you!" she warned.
"I'm not leaving. I'm staying," Sandra shook her head defiantly. "I just gotta get some of that big cock!"
Don strode into the bedroom. He appeared surprised to see cringing Sandra still in the room. He glowered and raised his hand, ready to slap her. Advancing toward her, he grumped, "You still here, fat bitch? I thought I told you to scram." He raised his hand menacingly.
"Wait, Don!" Carol called, hopping from the bed and getting in front of him. "Don't hit her."
"She called me ugly names! I don't want 'er around. I want some more loving from you and I don't want this bitch watching." Don was playing his part to the hilt.
"Maybe we can just let 'er watch?" Carol conceded, taking his limp prick in her hands and playing with it, trying to get it hard. Don, with remarkable willpower, was resisting her efforts to harden his cock. "How come it isn't getting hard?" grumped Carol, mischievously. "I wanta show Sandra again how it looks going into my pussy, or maybe even up ray ass. Get it hard," she ordered.
"Aw, relax, hon. It takes time. I'm only human. It'll get hard. You keep playing with it. Maybe if fat bitch leaves, it ll get hard."
"Is there anything I can do to make it hard in a hurry?" asked Carol, gently pulling on the soft prick.
"Well there is one thing that turns me on in a hurry," Don conceded, taking his cue. "What?"
"The sight of one girl sucking another girl off really turns me on in a hurry." He glanced meaningly at Sandra. "Is your fat friend here a cuntlapper? Maybe if you get her to lick you off while I watch, it'll get my prick real hard."
"And would you give her some cocking, too, if she does?" Carol asked, trying not to smile at the shocked look on Sandra's face.
"Yeah, I guess so." Don shrugged. "If she gives you a good blow job, I'll shove some prick to her."
Carol turned to Sandra. It was her moment of triumph. The climax. The deal she had arranged with Don over the phone. "You hear that, Sandra!" she exclaimed delightedly, "He said he'd fuck you if you suck me off!" She flopped back on the bed, spread her legs wide, touched her pussy and breasts and winked at Elvin. "You get some good shots of this, Elvin, you hear?"
Elvin nodded and zoomed his camera lens in on the ready subject. His mouth watered at the sight of the small, brown-haired pussy. It was so inviting. He felt like leaving his position behind the tripod and taking a few licks at it himself. Being a good cameraman, he refrained. Business before pleasure. His time would come. So would he.
All eyes turned toward reluctant Sandra. She was still cringing beside the bed, making no move toward the preferred honey-pot. She shook her head. "No. I won't do it! I can't! I never sucked a cunt in my life. I'm not about to start now!"
Carol stared at Don.
Don stared at Carol.
A look of disappointment passed between them.
Carol moaned inwardly. Damn that Sandra. She has spoiled everything. She'd been so sure the girl would do anything to get a crack at the big cock. Her fleeting moment of triumph went down the drain. Reaching out, she pulled at Don's prick. She sucked it. It got instantly hard. The act was over. Sandra hadn't fallen for it.
Don clucked sympathetically at Carol. He then turned to Sandra, "Okay, bitch. Out! Get going! I don't want you around. Go on. Scram! While I feed this prick to this girl who appreciates me!" He eased his gigantic cock in and out of Carol's willing mouth.
Sandra watched enviously. While Don's prick was limp, she had uttered her brave words about not sucking pussy. Now the sight of the enormous prick was giving her second thoughts. She knew she couldn't leave this room without getting the feel of that enormous cock in her cunt. It had been months since she'd seen one that size. This was a mind-blower of a cock. The kind a girl dreams of.
"Please let me have some, Carol?" she begged, easing her lush physique into the bed and licking her chops. "Please?"
Carol's heart thumped happily. Maybe they could still pull it off?
Taking hold of Sandra's hand she placed it on her damp bush. "I'll let Don fuck you if you suck me off!" Her voice was flat, final.
Sandra pulled her hand away from the snatch as though from a burning bush. She flushed. "Un-unh. I can't do that. Please don't ask me."
Carol grinned impishly. "No suckee no fuckee! Richt, Don?" she appealed to the owner of the big prong, seeing that the team was back in business, pulled from Carol's mouth and stood beside the bed, awaiting further developments. "She's right, Sandra." He held his big, throbbing prick aloft for Sandra's inspection. "You wanta feel this thing in your pussy, you'd better start sucking this girl's pussy!" He grinned.
Sandra hesitated. The sight of the huge cock excited her. The sight of the tiny pussy nauseated her. She could never understand why girls like Dawn could bring themselves to sucking such weird looking things. Such pissy-smelling things. Ugh! Now she was at the crossroads. Facing a momentous decision. If she wanted this momentous cock, she'd have to scrap her scruples.
She eyed the cock.
She eyed the cunt.
She eyed Elvin behind the tripod, ready to record the historic event for posterity. An event that would dim her power as the queen bee of the project. If the news got around that she was a cuntlapper wouldn't enhance her reputation. It would put her in the same class with the other girls. Not above them. Not the leader.
For a long moment no one moved. Everyone was breathing deeply, with great expectations. It was a suspenseful moment in the history of the lives of these four people.
Sandra took a deep breath, then she took the plunge. Shoving her tongue far out, she snaked it into Carol's bush. She had been sucked off herself so many times she knew exactly what to do. She needed no prompting.
In. Out. She snaked her tongue into the tiny slit. She licked. She kissed. She sucked. She tasted of the almost dry cum from the big prick that had ravished the small cunt. She nipped at the clitty button of love. She salivated in the small pit, making it moist. Having decided to agree to this girl's demands, she gave a good account of herself.
With each stroke of her tongue, each nip of her teeth and each kiss of her lips on the hairy pussy, a feeling of exultation swept through her. She found herself enjoying it!
She had known that it would be like this. Long ago, when she'd once before had been tempted to go down on another girl, she had resisted, mainly because she'd feared she would get to like it. Now she knew her fear had been realized.
She did like it!
She loved it. In. Out. Kiss. Tongue. like. Nip.
She crooned to the pretty pussy. She kissed it. She tongued it. She dipped her tongue far in. She pulled Carol's butt up to her face and buried her pretty face in between her legs.
Sandra followed Elvin's direction implicitly. He had taken scores of pictures of girls sucking each other off. He knew what were the most effective shots. He directed Sandra in her cunt-lapping like a movie director in action. He posed Sandra with tongue in cheek. Carol's ass-cheek. Sandra with tongue partially in Carol's pussy and peering happily toward the camera while having tongue in cunt.
He posed Sandra with Carol's breasts in her eager sucking mouth. Sandra with her tongue dipped into Carol's shit chute. Happy pictures of a happy girl working her tongue, finger and lip magic on an eager recipient.
Elvin knew that in these pictures he got of Sandra sucking Carol off, he had some real masterpieces. Photos he would be very proud of. Proud to show around. Maybe even sell some of them. Carol was very photogenic. Sandra had developed into an expert lesbian.
Carol smiled at Elvin. She smiled at Don. She smiled at Sandra. "This is wonderful, darling. You sure know how to please a girl. You must've done it before?"
Sandra shook her head. "Un-unh, but believe me, darling, I'm going to do it plenty in the future." Sandra knew that her cover as strictly an all-girl girl had been blown by her blowing this cunt, had resigned herself to her fate. She even had a moment of regret now that she hadn't started this before.
It was wonderful!
Carol, seeing that Sandra had kept her part of the bargain and feeling her cunt starting to hurt from too much of a good sucking, pushed sucking Sandra away. "Enough yet! It's so good, it hurts!"
Sandra flopped onto her back, continuing to toy with Carol's lush melons. "You're so beautiful, Carol," she breathed huskily. She was even sounding like a lez. "Well have to do this more often. Let me get to your pussy again. Please?" She tugged the moist hairs.
"How 'bout some fucking first?" suggested Carol, noticing that both pricks were bone-hard.
Sandra's face lit up. The mention of fucking drove all other thoughts from her mind. "Can I have Don?" she begged.
"Okay. Since you've been a nice girl, you can have him." Carol nodded. "Sock it to 'er, Don."
Don, who had been waiting for just such a moment, needed no other encouragement. His slapping Sandra around had been strictly an act. He had agreed to go along with it at Carol's urgings, but deep inside, he'd been yearning to get a crack at Sandra's big crack. like most small-sized men, he had a yearning for big girls. The sight of lush, well-built Sandra had turned him on like crazy.
Eagerly, he hopped aboard the lush brunette and eagerly shoved his enormous cock into her enormous cunt. He didn't mind that she had a tight pussy like Carol. He had the cock to handle a cunt like Sandra's.
In. Out. The rather small man bounced up and down on the rather large, voluptuous woman. He squealed and moaned like a little boy at play. He nipped at Sandra's huge titties. He kissed them. He buried his face between them. He squeezed her big, lush ass-cheeks. He was in no rush. He slid his cock slowly in and out while sampling her other goodies of which she was well-endowed.
He loved big girls. It gave him a sense of power to bring big girls to their knees before him. His subjecting this big brunette to the humiliation they'd heaped on her had been exciting. He had enjoyed watching her suck Carol off. He had enjoyed watching the big ass bouncing around while she bent far over to get far into Carol's cunt with her tongue. He had restrained himself with an effort.
Now she was under him. She was his love slave. Unhurriedly, he fucked her. In between pounding cock into her cunt, he sucked her. She sucked him. They were in no rush. He reveled in hermits. She took his huge cock in her mouth, in her ass and back into her mouth. He sucked her cunt. He sucked her ass-hole, he sucked her tits.
The odd-sized couple assumed every conceivable angle while enjoying each other. She sat on his face, crushing her ass-hole and cunt against his willing mouth. He gurgled in delight. He sat on her face. He reamed cock up her ass. Cock up her cunt. He sucked tittie. He sucked ass-hole. He sucked cunt.
Blissfully, the two went at each other. Carol smiled approval. Elvin smiled approval, Carol held out her hands toward Elvin. "What're we waiting for? You've taken enough pictures, haven't you?"
Elvin grinned. He'd been waiting for this moment. Eagerly, he dashed from behind the camera. Eagerly, he hopped up onto the king-sized bed. "Well all play follow the leader," suggested Carol. , They all nodded.
It had been a long time since one bed had taken such a pounding. Fortunately, the bed was made of stern material. It stood up under all the loving. As did the occupants.
They were still at it when Greg came home. Greg was a firm believer in the old saying, if you can't beat 'em, then join 'em.
