Moments later, armed with a fresh martini apiece, the trio moved into the bedroom. Now that the twins were naked, he had more trouble telling them apart. Wendy wasn't as quiet as before. She spread herself on the nearest twin bed, jacking her legs apart. When they were good and high some of the shy ones were more exciting than the overt bold ones.
"She's ready for a good, hot rod," Kathi giggled, standing near the vanity, sipping her drink.
He looked at the dainty pussy crevice he had just fingered, and for some strange reason he wished he had the other twin spread in the same position. She would just have to wait....
Okay, he had two whitey broads, ginned and liberated and ready for action-and he was the only stud!
PROLOGUE
I saw this beautiful hunk of man on Flight 069, West Coast Airlines from San Francisco to Santa Barbara. I decided right then I was going to fuck him. Or do a turnaround on him. I think the flight number gave me that idea!
I've always been real careful about who I go to bed with. My folks left me a lot of money, and I keep that under my skirt. I don't want to latch onto some no good gigolo type. I already found out his flight ends at Santa Barbara. I'll make a connection somehow. I'll keep an eye on that guy. Tanned and rugged and sexy....
I'm considered pretty good looking, I get all the dates I want. But I've always been kind of picky. Some handsome men don't turn me on at all. Ohhhhh, I'll get him somehow, you just wait and see!
My pussy is wet already.
CHAPTER 1
"Don't push it up so far, honey," Kathi Allerson whispered above the beat of the stereo music at poolside.
Doug Stevens grinned and let his cock soak a while in Kathi's cunt while he rested his elbows on the low, outward sloping rim of the pool enclosure. Kathi's curvy, blonde, twin sister, Wendy was splashing around in the water not over ten feet away.
Kathi was crouched below Doug on her hands and knees, her backside lifted for the slide of his prick; their actions were concealed by soft darkness and shrubs that grew around the pool area.
Kathi was supposed to be in the twins' nearby apartment, and she had been a few moments earlier. But she had sneaked out, spotted Doug standing behind the low spot in the pool enclosure; she had crawled up and had started playing with his cock while he talked with Wendy. He was posed there because Wendy had supposedly heard a sound in the shrubbery and Doug, in Kathi's absence, had walked around to investigate.
He had known the beautiful twins for over a month. They were airline stewardesses!. Anna, Doug's young brunette wife, was away visiting. With a couple of drinks under his belt he had wandered over to the apartment pool, finding only the twins present. He had fucked Kathi only once before; she was the swinger of the two. So far Wendy was the no-no type. Both girls liked Anna.
"What're you just standing there for?" Wendy asked, climbing the pool ladder, displaying a provocative length of trim but well-padded leggy pulchritude.
"I'm admiring the view," he laughed. He could move his hips and lower body without giving the scene away. Kathy was starting to backhunch on his cock; he felt her shivers of enjoyment. She couldn't quite take all of his eight thick inches.
If Wendy knew I was fucking her sister, she'd be madder than hell, he thought. And doing it practically right before her eyes. That's the kicky part of the whole scene. But I can't stand here forever. Yeahhhh, she's starting to come.
"Oh, you've seen me in a bikini before," Wendy said. She sank prettily into a chaise lounge, thighs slightly apart. The lights were good at that area of the pool rim.
"The trouble is I can hardly tell you twins apart," he said, keeping his voice even with a great effort. "I'd better stay out here a few more minutes. Some peeper might be around."
"Oh, for hell's sake!" Wendy said sharply. She reached out and turned down the volume on the portable stereo set "I wonder where Kathi is?"
"Knowing dames, I figure she's probably fixing her hair," Doug said. A faint moan from Kathi, a swift wiggling of her beautiful warm rump, said she was making it. His prick tensed, throbbed. His achy lust, unexploded for several days while his wife was away, spewed deliciously into Kathi's busily sliding cunt. He jammed his cockhead at her cervix, hearing another sweet moan of girlish delight.
"What are you doing, Doug?" Wendy asked, staring.
"Got a cramp in my big toe," he muttered, feeling the warm butt soften; a gurgle of appreciation, a last faint tightening of her cunt muscles made his come blast very satisfying. She rotated her rump teasingly, it dropped, his shrinking cock fell out of the upcurved cunny. She crawled away at his left, circled some shrubbery and disappeared in the direction of the apartment the twins shared.
"Uncramp yourself and come on over here," Wendy said. "I've been wanting to talk to you."
He slid his lowered trunks upward, snugged them around his loins and moved away from the low place in the pool wall. No sign of Kathi. She would be in the apartment swabbing her puss. In a moment he stepped up onto the pool rim patio and sank into a chair beside Wendy. He was breathing too heavily, drops of fuck sweat gathered at the nape of his neck. Very good, but much too much of a quickie.
He felt that wild elation a man knows after he's screwed a very classy broad with a fine, snug cunt. Eyeing Wendy's perfection of thigh and hip and tit was making his softened cock tingle again.
"I heard Kathi talking in her sleep about you the other night," Wendy said accusingly. "Shame on you."
"Are you the guardian of your sister's morals, beautiful?"
"Somebody should be," Wendy said, almost angrily.
"I think I should tell you I haven't made it with her yet," he lied gracefully. "But the girl always says when, not the man."
"Even so, you're married!" Wendy shot back. "Anna's a doll."
"I agree," he said, wishing he could tell the whole story about his young wife and why he was catching what he could on the side.
On a trip into central Washington over a year before, he had sold a big farmer a lot of expensive equipment; and the rich farmer had just happened to have an extremely beautiful young daughter named Anna. She had decided he was just the kind of a guy she had been looking for, and one thing had led to another.
To himself he called her his Bible Belt virgin. It had seemed almost incredible that a girl of eighteen could be as naive as Anna. The codes of conduct in the little farming, churchy community where she had been raised were straight out of squaresville. Having lived in and around southern California most of his life, he could hardly believe she knew so little about sex. It had been almost frightening. And at first, very intriguing. Enough so that he had actually married her without having fucked her. He would think about that later.
"Let me say only that Anna is still pretty much of a little girl," he said a trifle dryly.
"Well, you act like a man of the world," Wendy remarked. "Turn her into a woman."
Before he could answer, Kathi came breezily onto the patio, looking terrific in her mini bikini. She sank into a chair at Doug's left and brazenly spread her long, shapely legs.
I was in there ten minutes ago, he thought. She wants another shot.
"Did I hear voices raised in argument?" she laughed, her right knee grazing his left leg. Wendy noticed it and her lips firmed.
"You could stop tossing yourself at a married man," Wendy said very dryly.
"You're just jealous, sister dear," Kathi laughed.
Wendy flushed. She swerved her eyes from Doug's body.
Kathi's right, he thought. She knows damn well I've fucked her sister at least once, at that beach party a week ago. Wendy wants my cock, too. But she won't admit it.
"I just didn't realize, honey," Doug said banteringly to Wendy.
"You're both dirty minded and off a mile," Wendy protested.
"I always heard twin sisters were very close and could almost read each other's minds," Doug said.
Too well, honey," Kathi giggled. "Wendy wants to get in your swim trunks as badly as I do."
"Oh, damn you!" Wendy flared. She uncoiled from the chaise lounge and walked to the Hp of the pool. "I'm going in."
"She has to cool her bikini panty," Kathi laughed at Doug.
"Oh, go to hell!" Wendy said. She walked down the pool ladder. Doug watched the ripe undulations of Wendy's body; his cock began to harden again.
"Tear your greedy eyes away, honey," Kathi whispered, pushing her knee hard against his leg. "I have the same equipment. Wasn't that sneaky and fun?"
"Yeah," he murmured, winking. "When do we get seconds?"
"Since your nice young wife is going to be gone awhile, I'll slip over later tonight. Okay?"
Doug waited impatiently for Kathi's appearance. He had to admit the apartment was damned empty with Anna gone. She was up in Washington visiting her parents, of course. The very wealthy Hans and Olga Bell. Doug had been offered a partnership in the big farming operation, but that wasn't his bag. He liked selling, he knew his work, he made good money. And he liked living in Santa Barbara.
He knew enough about farming to sell equipment, and that was it. The thought of living in that staid, churchy village of Wesley where Anna had grown up gave him cold chills. If he even looked at another dame around that burg he'd be in real hot water.
His thoughts returned to Anna and their first night together.
The Holiday Inn suite he had picked for deflowering his young bride seemed ideal. The motel was on the south rim of Spokane, it had everything they needed: good food, a cocktail lounge, room service. Ever since the big church wedding with the rice and all that stuff she had seemed uptight.
She was standing now in her very proper and modest traveling outfit, fussing with her wavy brunette hair in front of the vanity mirror. During the drive in from Wesley she had kept her legs demurely together. On dates, during the courtship, she had been much more relaxed. He had kissed her eager mouth many times, he had cuddled her titties and danced with her, but that was about it.
Nice girls from Wesley just didn't go any farther until after the wedding. Shit. He was thirty-one, he had bedded plenty of broads, he was tired of waiting any longer. They were husband and wife now, it was time for fucking.
He knew all that fine rich farm land she would someday inherit had had something to do with his decision to give up his single status. She as an only child. She was pretty, reasonably smart, and she thought he was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
She had a beautiful body. Of course he hadn't seen much of it yet, but his practiced eye had filled in. She was better looking in a nice reserved way than a hell of a lot of airline stewardesses, for which he had a certain hang-up. They gravitated toward him.
"Let's have some champagne and celebrate, sweetie," he suggested. He was parched. Her parents considered anyone who drank was evil. And he drank. Of course he had soft-pedaled it during the dating. Hans' florid German face indicated he was a secret tippler, but of course he would never admit it. He was a pillar in the church.
"Whatever you say, honey," she answered, smiling shakily.
One thing he did like about her rigid upbringing; she was used to having the man of the house be the boss. Hans ruled his empire with an iron fist. And he made it pay beautifully.
He called room service and ordered a bottle of bubbly, an ice bucket, and two proper glasses. Hans had slipped Doug a going-away present of a thousand bucks in crisp new hundreds. He had nudged Doug in the ribs and had said in a very unchurchly lowered voice.
"Be good to my Utile girl, hah?"
Surprised, Doug had winked and grinned. I'll treat her right, Hans."
"Olga, she don't tell Anna much. You show her, you know...."
"Bight," he had said confidently.
Well, it was show time for the dainty, farm-girl virgin. At least he could bet almost everything he had she was a virgin.
After the champagne she retreated into the bathroom to change. He undressed, put on his pajamas and waited. His cock was hard; he was wildly excited. She had taken only one glass of wine; she thought it was too 'sour'. She finally appeared in a modest ribboned negligee of pale lavender. When he kissed her she seemed almost stiff; her mouth warmed and yielded, but the rest of her felt frozen.
He dimmed the lights and they went to bed. He untied ribbons and worked his hand in on her bare, warm titties. He moved his right leg between her thighs. He played with the tiny nipples, trying to stiffen them. Her shivers were not the kind he was used to when he was about to make it with a dame. She was hesitant, afraid.
He rested a moment before he slipped his right hand under the hem of her nightie and in on the smooth girl flesh. He caressed her thighs, spreading them with his hand. He continued to loss her on the mouth and push his tongue between her teeth. Another shiver, her arms went laxly around his neck. His fingers reached the fuzzy warm cunt There was no hint of wetness, no eager upcurving. He fondled her hips and rump and belly and returned his hand to her cunny. He toyed with the labia and found the clit zone. A very faint response, a tightening of her arms, encouraged him. Her clit was very small, under-developed.
He teased it carefully and drove his tongue deep into her throat. He drew her right hand under the covers and brought it against his exposed, drippy-headed prick. She shuddered and gasped.
"Oh!"
It was a sound more of fright than enjoyment What the hell?
"What's the matter, sweetie?" he muttered. "Ohhh, Doug. I'm-afraid...."
He rolled away, her hand retreated from his prick. He swallowed the flood of curses that leaped to his lips. He patted her cunt
"Afraid of what?"
"You aren't using a-safety?"
"You mean a condom? A rubber? Those went out with button shoes, Anna. Don't you know how to keep from getting knocked up?"
She turned her head away. "Ohhh, I'm sorry, honey! I mean, Father uses them. I thought-"
"How do you know that?"
"I've seen them in their bedroom. Mom never told me a thing! A girl friend of mine says her husband uses them. Go ahead. You need yours....
"Not if it's going to scare you, Anna," he said, his cock shrinking. What a hell of a romantic conversation on the wedding night. The very practical farm girl who knew what a spurting prick could do for her peace of mind. Hans raised cattle as well as wheat She had probably watched the bulls fucking the cows. She had probably played with herself, too. Under his moving fingers her clit was erecting, she trembled, breathing faster. At the same time she seemed ashamed of her responses, her head still was turned away.
Rotten sonofabitch, he thought. Maybe I can get her off, anyway.
He played his fingers swiftly on her clit. Her cunt was turning slightly moist. She stiffened, then reached down and pulled his hand from her twat!
"Nooo, not that way!" she gasped. "Go ahead. Do it...!"
He jerked away and rolled out of bed. He was so damned mad he could hardly see, but he held his tongue. He walked over to the ice bucket and dumped a drink into his glass.
"Oh, Doug, I'm so sorry!" she gasped.
I'll go out and get some rubbers," he muttered blackly. "And tomorrow you'd better go see a doctor."
She didn't want him to dress and leave, but he was pissed off. He found some condoms for sale at a nearby service station; he didn't have to use the car. Kid stuff. Shit. Anything to please her.
As he stepped up to the motel doorway, he heard a rather peculiar sound. The swift creaking and sighing of a bed. He didn't knock, he stood frozen. A girlish whimper came clearly to his ears. What the hell? He entered very quietly. A room divider hid the bed from the doorway. He suddenly remembered that after he had walked out of the motel a car in the next parking slot had started and pulled away. Virginal Anna had assumed the car had been his, and since he hadn't returned....
"Ohhhhh!" came plaintively from beyond the divider.
He knew instantly what she was doing, and a burst of rage almost choked him. But he had to see for himself. He peeked.
The covers were back, a dim light glowed beside the bed, revealing his young wife in the act of masturbation. Her legs were spread far apart, her hips were lifted, her right hand moved swiftly on her cunt!
"Ohhhh!" she cried again. Her legs tensed, her pretty face twisted, a shudder ran along her body. She was playing her fingers as though She were strumming a ukulele. Finally her hips bucked, her head pulled back, the hand whipping her cunt was a blur of action.
"Ohhhhh!" she wailed fiercely. She was going off. A quick hunching of her rump finished the come. Several little gurgles of pleasure came from her lips; she slumped and sprawled, her hand worked the last nuances of joy from her twat.
His head came away from the divider. He wanted to shout and storm, accuse her of cheating him, but he was able to hold his rage. He had jacked off plenty of times; most healthy, normal girls played sticky finger before and after marriage.
He crept quietly backward, sneaked out of the main door and drew it shut. He stood in the cool, pine-scented darkness, his cock at half mast. Watching her come had turned him on again. At least he knew she knew what an orgasm was.
But why the fuck was she playing with her cunt on her wedding night?
A lot of the romantic notions he had had about "breaking her in' went kaput. If she really hadn't been fucked before, she wasn't the pure, nice girl she pretended to be. He was glad now he hadn't interrupted her. She needed fucking and she was going to get it. He pulled the box of condoms out of his pocket and threw it into the road. She was going to get real live hot prick; he was going to pump about three loads of hot come in her pussy. Yeah. If she got knocked up, which wasn't likely the first go-around, she could get a fucking abortion. His cock rode high against his belly.
After a long wait he made a lot of noise entering the motel. As he might have guessed, she was in the bathroom, obviously swabbing her just-fired twat. He had another drink and took off his clothes. He went in and stretched out on the bed, naked. He patted his prick and grinned.
When she came around the divider, modestly garbed again, he flexed his prick and chuckled.
"Couldn't find any rubbers, Anna. You'll have to risk it"
She flushed deeply, staring at his nude figure. "Ohhhhhh!" she gasped.
"Ah, come on," he smiled. "I think you know what it's all about. Your father runs cattle."
"W-why are you doing it-this way? A while ago you were so-different."
"I'm the same guy, sweetie. Take off all that stuff so I can see you. I think it's about time we got these things together, don't you?"
She rushed to the lamp and turned it off. He watched her drop the wrapper and lift the nightie over her head. There still was some light coming from a lamp near the door. He smelled the spicy aroma of young fresh pussy. She sank down beside him. He gripped her and kissed her hard. He sought and found her cunt; he toyed with the tender, swollen pussyflesh; He located her clit and rolled it.
"Ohhhh!" she breathed. Her slit was juiced and ready. He crawled slowly above her, spreading her velvety legs, nudging his burning cockhead against her labia. She reached down and closed her fingers around his cock. Her legs opened farther, her rump curved upward. Well, well!
"Ohhhh, honey!" she panted.
He lowered his head to the jutty enticements of her firm young titties. He tongued a tiny nipple, sucked it gently while he pushed his knob carefully into the sweet, hot cuntflesh His nuts were boiling at the base of his prick, the fuck ache was a hard goad in his loins. She trembled, squeezing his cock. The knob went deeper, she flinched. He let it rest in her moistened cuntlips, feeling the unmistakable circle of her maidenhead against his seeking prickhead. He pushed again, beads of wetness coming out on his forehead.
"Lift up," he gasped. He wanted her to make the thrust that would break her cherry. That might diminish the pain.
"Ohhhh! You do it, honey!" she cried.
She is a virgin, he thought triumphantly. I'm getting that sweet, tender hymen. But I wish to hell I hadn't watched her play with her clit and come. Okay, baby here comes your first hot prick!
He drove inward, she yelped, shivered, her legs trembled against his hips. He was in! It was fine and snug, delicious. Her hands fluttered on his shoulders, she had drawn her right hand from his cock before the cherry-puncturing stab. He adjusted his knees and arms and began to fuck. She couldn't quite take all of his cock, but he was used to that. When he prodded deep, he could feel the curve of her cervix. He rode a little "high' so his shaft would rub her clitoris. Yes, yes. Great. She was trying to meet his hunches. Her uneven breathing heightened his thrall. Now, if he could break her nuts when he went off, he would be able to forget for a while that she had sneaked a quickie before the main show. Really a good tight cunt. Plenty of slickness for easy sliding. Right on. His cock was tensing for a blast.
Yeah, man, he was riding into it. His nuts were bursting. His prick throbbed, he groaned, and suddenly, just before the delicious spurting, she bucked like an eel, his prick slipped out of her cunt and he was pouring his wad across her belly!
He cursed his wild disappointment, he moaned as the pulses of relief eased the pressure in his groin. She patted his back and clutched him around the neck.
"What the hell?" he gasped, his prick aching for the feel of hot pussyflesh.
"You-weren't going to-take it out!" she cried.
"Goddammit, not on your life!" he growled.
"But-that's the way one of my girl friends does it," she whimpered, turning her head away from him. "Her husband pulls away and she doesn't get-caught!"
"I'm no bed-footboard-jerk-it-out artist, baby," he grated.
"Ohhhhh, I'm so sorry!" she wailed. "I thought-"
"This is the way the good church people do it in Wesley, huh?" he growled, rolling away on his back.
"Oh, honey! Please try to understand...."
Again he held the worst of his temper.
"Well, if you can't do that, at least you can suck it for me."
"Ohhh, no!" she cried. "That's evil." What a wedding night. A real nut buster.
CHAPTER 2
"Where are you going, Kathi?" Wendy asked. She had removed her bikini and put on her nightie. Kathi was slipping into a pair of hot pants, and there were no panties underneath.
"Over to see Doug a minute," Kathi said frankly. "I'm out of smokes. He'll loan me a few."
"Like hell," Wendy said sharply. "There's a pack out in the living room. I know what happened at that beach thing. Haven't you got any shame?"
"He's a big, wonderful, sexy guy, and his sweet wife's away," Kathi giggled. "Say. Why don't we both go over?"
"You're filthy," Wendy blazed.
"You know you'd love to get some of that," Kathi smiled. "You ought to let your dates have a little once in a while."
"You and your dirty mouth," Wendy protested.
"You were in as many back seats as I was a few years back, honey," Kathi laughed. "Remember when we used to double date and trade guys?" She almost added, remember when we used to trade pussy tickles and go OffP
"Married guys are dangerous," Wendy said.
"Oh, poop. They don't gab around like those pilots." Kathi snugged her halter around her jutty tits, glanced at herself in the bedroom mirror. "I don't intend to waste all those pills I've been taking. I'm going to have some fun before I settle down."
"Well, I hope you'll behave when our cousin Earl comes to visit," Wendy said. "We promised to take him to a big league ball game."
Earl Hood was now fifteen. He lived in Portland with an aunt. The twins hadn't seen him for two years. Their annual two-week vacation had started two days before. They hadn't planned any trips; they were going to spend some time on the beach improving the color of their skins. Blondes had to tan carefully.
"You know I can be just as nice as the next girl, honey," Kathi answered, winking and weaving her bottom. "Right now I'm going over and see Doug and get myself a little."
Wendy flushed and jerked the covers back on her twin bed. The girls slept in the same room. They had an extra or guest bedroom. Earl would use it.
Kathi left the room, humming a popular tune. She just had to have more of Doug's big, hard cock. He was very smooth. At the beach party the week before he had proven that. Under an old pier, with the surf washing the sand nearby, he had stroked two big party loads into her eager cunt and she had made it four delicious times.
The sneaky screw a while earlier hadn't satisfied her hungers. When his pussycat was away it was time for play. Let Wendy sit on hers. She would probably use her fingers. Both girls masturbated regularly. They didn't talk about it or do it openly, although Kathi thought it would be fun to have a kind of co-op finger diving session. Wendy tried to put on the pure act. How ridiculous.
Kathi walked over to Doug and Anna's apartment and rapped lightly on the door. Her heart thumped. Fucking at the beach and near the pool was one thing, screwing him in his home was something else. Anna wasn't getting the job done right. She was a sociable young chick; she had oodles of pretty, wifely equipment, but apparently she didn't know how to use it. Doug acted frustrated.
The door opened immediately and Kathi glided inside. He locked the panel behind her, moving his arms quickly around her nude yielding waist. Their mouths locked; she urged her hips into his loins.
"Mmmmmm," she breathed into his lips. "I missed this a while ago."
"Want the full treatment, eh?"
She nibbled at the corner of his mouth and wormed her twat curve against the manly hump in his pants.
"You know, honey, I think I could talk Wendy into a threesome."
"Hell, baby. You're plenty of girl for me." But his tongue plunge had an extra hungriness in it.
"Did you ever swing with two girls?" she asked teasing ly "Years ago," he admitted. "We were all pretty drunk."
"Maybe you couldn't tell one twin from the other," she giggled.
"I'm sure I could tell that pussy of yours in pitch darkness," he laughed.
Their mouths met again, their tongues lashed. Kathi rolled her tits into his chest. The honey-sweet ache for man burned in her cunt. He wasn't just any man, either. She met many appealing males in her work. The flights between Seattle and Los Angeles, via Salt Lake City, provided plenty of contacts. Being around such men all the time was a constant titillation of her go-go nerves.
Most stewardesses got used to it. One time after visiting with a nakedly sexy football player she had masturbated at twenty thousand feet, almost directly over Las Vegas. Wendy, on the same flight, had guessed what had happened. It was hard to fool her twin sister.
Doug was special. She had been flirting with him ever since they had met. Not when Anna was around, of course. Coming with him at the beach party had culminated a long, careful buildup. Delicious.
Wendy knew she couldn't sleep until Kathi returned. She wandered into the living room of the apartment, still wearing only her thin yellow nightie. Talking to her sister about Doug had excited her. She had watched Kathi work on Doug with secret envy. Kathi was bolder than Wendy, always had been.
I would like to screw him, she admitted. He's a lot of man. I hate to take seconds, though. I did that all during high school. She had twice as much fun as I did.
She remembered the time they had double dated, traded names and places, and Kathi had made out with both of them. Wendy's original date had bugged her for weeks for more of the same, thinking he had fucked her.
Several times in the past year she had almost decided to get her own place and live alone. But Kathi was so persuasive that Wendy hadn't made the move. They agreed they wouldn't get married until they were at least twenty-five. Curvy stewardesses could pick and choose. They would take men with money, naturally. After all, they were pretty classy stuff. Many girls tried and few were chosen for romantic, well paying fly time. The schooling was rough; they had to be smart as well as good looking. And sexy. Yes indeed.
A very faint noise from the adjoining apartment made her tremble. She had already discovered that the Stevens' bedroom was just a wall away from their living room. The insulation was good, but not perfect. When things were quiet in the twins' apartment, certain suggestive sounds were audible when Doug and Anna were making out.
Those sounds were coming through now. Creak, creak, creak-pause.
Kathi hadn't wasted much time. He was fucking her already.
Shivering, Wendy moved to the wall and placed her ear against it. She could not only hear the sigh of bedsprings, she could catch what they were saying!...." love that prick, honey!"
"You're great on top, baby ... Laughter. Bounce, bounce, bounce.
That slut is fucking him, Wendy thought. I didn't know she liked to topride. Damn her! I know what I'll do. One of these days when she's gone, I'll slip over and pretend I'm Kathi. No one can tell us apart when we dress alike and fix our hair the same.
She jerked her ear from the wall and sank into a nearby chair. Her pussy was warm and moist, her nipples tingled. She was just as sensual as Kathi, but she didn't do as much about it as her sister. Not with men, anyway. Her right hand crept in between her thighs. A finger climax would ease her nerves so she could sleep.
Oddly, she began to think about a man she had met on the Santa Barbara pier at the public beach two weeks before. While casting his fishing lure he had almost hooked her, and he had apologized in a very friendly manner.
His strong, slender build, his iron gray hair and tanned, rugged face had attracted her; they had started talking. He had retired at fifty after doing well as a logging contractor in Oregon; his wife had died and he had decided to live at Santa Barbara a while. He was terribly sexy in a quiet, reserved way; his gray eyes had caressed her without undressing her. He had been very flattered by the interest of a young airline stewardess. He was extremely easy to talk to because he listened well. So many men didn't.
But he was old enough to be her father.
She knew where he was staying, but she hadn't given him her unlisted phone number or the address of the apartment. Well, he had probably drifted on by now. Andrew Sellers was a lot of man, but he had too many years behind him. Exit Mr. Sellers. She needed a man about Doug's age, sophisticated but still young.
The last two times I played with myself I thought of Andy, she recalled. But I used to dream about John Wayne. Have I got an old man hang-up? I'm only twenty-two. I want to have fun!
"Ohhhh!" came faintly from the Stevens' bedroom. Kathi's voice. She was having an orgasm.
Wendy leaped out of the chair and put her ear to the wall again. The pound of the bed was very dramatic. She could almost see the action, her imagination went wild.
The swift rise and fall of Kathi's rump, white where the bikini panty had left a band around her hips ... Doug's hands gripping her titties ... the sensuous slide of prick in her coming cunt ... the heave of flat, girlish belly muscles ... the manly squirting of hot semen into her spasming pussy ... the slam of his big cockhead against her woman depths....
A harsh male groan, a wail of girlish delight, made the vision so vivid Wendy gripped her cunt with her right hand, staggered back into the chair, whipped her finger on her burning clitoris and suddenly felt the quick, sweet pulsing of her climax. It tensed her legs, roared trip-hammer strong through her loins, and beat convulsively along her vagina. She hunched and hunched and again she imagined Andy Sellers was jousting his prick in her cunt. His mouth was sucking heaven from her nipples, she was lunging and lunging on his shaft....
The noises in the next apartment diminished, faded away. Wendy pulled her fingers from her twat, stared at the girl juices and wave after wave of guilt stabbed her senses. Second best. She was always playing second fiddle to Kathi. How could they look and act exactly alike and be so different inside?
I haven't had a man for over a year, she thought dully. It teas at a party and I was drunk and it wasn't very good. He went soft and couldn't do it again. I'm starved for cock, literally starved. Hell. I'm going to do something about it, and soon.
"How is married life, honey?" Jill Schmidt asked Anna Stevens.
The girls were seated in a corner of the Wesley Cafe having cokes. It was almost like their old high school days.
"Oh, all right," Anna said. "What about you, Jill?"
Jill was a plump, attractive blonde, a few months older than Anna. She had married a rich farmers son shortly before Anna's wedding. The girls had been close friends ever since grade school days.
"I love it," Jill said, winking. "Karl makes it with me at least three times a week."
Anna blushed. "You sure have changed your way of talking."
"We're living in the sexy seventies, honey," Jill laughed. "We're not little girls any more, sneaking around in back seats. Isn't Doug bouncing you enough? You act land of uptight."
"Oh, stop it," Anna exclaimed.
"Why didn't you bring him along? I was real envious when you snagged Doug. He sold Dad some farm equipment too, but he wouldn't look at me."
"He doesn't like it around here," Anna replied. "Small town and all that stuff."
"He might like it better now," Jill said, lowering her voice. "Some of the younger couples around here are swapping."
"No!" Anna protested. "Have-you?"
"Don't look so shocked," Jill giggled. "Not yet, but we're thinking about it. You know how it was when we were growing up. "Don't do this and don't do that.' I was almost afraid to hold a guy's pecker. I only had it once with Karl before we were married. And not one other guy. I mean, the route."
Anna trembled. Jill had always been outspoken, but never like this. It was kind of dirty. She was trying too hard to be mod and swingy. If she cared for Karl she wouldn't be 'trading" him already.
"Don't you two really love each other?" Anna asked.
"Sure. I suppose as much as my parents did. You know how it is in Wesley. Keep the farm land safe, money marries money. My folks have some of the best land around here, and you know how big the Schmidt place is. When Karl takes over both places we'll be wealthy. I didn't think much about Karl in school, but our folks kept pushing us together. You're lucky, Anna. Your dad's got so much land he doesn't need any more. Karl went away to college for a while so he could be a good operator. He came back and the first thing you know he had it in me!"
Anna gulped the last of her coke. Yes, she knew how it was around Wesley. Girls had to be practical.
"Say," Jill said brightly. "We've been thinking about a vacation trip. Why don't we come down and visit you and Doug? We wouldn't move in on you. We could get a motel and see some sights together."
"Oh, that'd be fun," Anna smiled. "Doug has some time off coming. I'll call him."
Andrew Sellers pushed his longest finger slowly into the young colored girl's readied cunt, sipping at the dark, stiff nipple eagerly lifted for his mouth. He had met her on the beach two days earlier and he had no trouble luring her into his motel compartment.
Her name was Claudia; she was a waitress in the motel dining room. A bit plump, but very willing. They had just showered and now it was fun time on the king-sized bed. He hadn't screwed a Negress for over a year; he liked their earthy approach to a basic function.
He had been hoping to hear from Wendy Allerson, the pretty girl he had met on the pier. Very much Class triple-A stuff. Delicious. He was sure he had made a good impression, but he hadn't collected her phone number. Her name wasn't in the Santa Barbara directory. Well, a beauty like her could pick her dates. Maybe he was slipping. He was certain he had given her the name of his motel.
He would be going north in a few days. He wanted to try some salmon fishing at Eureka. There were always girls around who liked a smooth, dirty older man. He wasn't hurting for money; sometimes that helped. Maybe he was a fool to keep thinking about Wendy, but she was a special kind of girl. Her fresh, sensual mouth, long, blonde hair and terrific figure haunted him.
"Ohhhh, that's good, honey," Claudia breathed, tipping her cunt higher. His thumb was on her clit, his middle finger was rubbing the sensitive upper zone just inside her cunt, which on some girls swiftly triggered a climax. Her fingers slid up and down on his rigid cock.
He had to be careful about the amount of fucking he did; if he broke his nuts over three times a week he found himself losing interest in sex, and that wouldn't do at all. Most younger dames appreciated plenty of fingering, sucking and kissing, and he was very adept at it. He didn't drop his load until he had a girl pretty well worked out. He found it paid off to assure his dates his wires had been clipped years before. Even the pill and all the new jellies and gadgets weren't one hundred percent safe, but sterilization was.
Claudia had good lusty potential; she was about to enjoy her first come. All the niceties of flirtation and getting acquainted led to this. The girls set the pace. The moment he had seen Claudia on the beach and watched her eyes slide along his body, he knew he could fuck her. But she wasn't a tramp; she wanted to know him first. He hadn't seen her at the motel because she worked the graveyard shift; the dining room was open around the clock. On the first date there had been only a few pats and hand squeezes, dancing in a night club. He hadn't kissed her good night. Being a gentleman paid off.
"Ohhhhh, damn!" she panted. "That's real good!"
His skillful hand worked faster, her fingers clutched at his cock, her dark thighs trembled, spreading farther apart. A whimper of pleasure came from her thick, sensual lips; her hips began to buck.
"Ahhhhh, "God!" she wailed.
He sucked hard on the tit peak, feeling the rich nuances of delight twist her body. Her legs kicked, a delectable movement inside her cunt said she was having a pelvic orgasm; then she was shuddering and panting through her come. Nothing was better than getting a hot girl off good. At such times he envied women; they could climax so many more times than a man. The sad fact was a male had his best spurting years before he was twenty. And most of that young seed was pumped out in the air. It was the nature of the male beast-a grim joke evolution had played on him.
She rested a moment, relaxed and opened her eyes.
"When do I get this nice big hambone, you-all?" she giggled. He had kidded her about her pronounced drawl, her choice of words.
"After I bring you about six or seven times, sugar," he grinned.
"Mmmmmmm. Start bringin' me, honey."
CHAPTER 3
"Did you really miss me, honey?" Anna asked Doug. They had just stepped inside their apartment after he had picked her up at the airport. On the way in he had slipped his hand between her knees.
"Right, sweetie," he smiled. I'm on vacation now. I figure on welcoming you home in the right way."
He slid his left arm around her waist and kissed her throat, his right hand rising to her blouse. His fingers roamed across her breasts. Her thin blouse and bra weren't much protection.
"Can't you wait 'till tonight, honey?" She caught a faint odor of liquor on his breath.
"What's the matter with right now?" he asked, pulling her blouse from the band of her skirt .
"Oh, I need a shower and-"
"Son of a bitch! Don't you ever really want it?"
"You must be drunk," she said accusingly, tugging at his hand.
"Just answer that simple question, baby," he said. "Did your mother tell you it wasn't nice to screw in the afternoon?"
"Please, Doug!" she exclaimed, her face hot "Do you have to use that filthy word?"
He swung away from her and dropped into a chair, his expression showing his disappointment. He wasn't acting himself at all.
"Can't you give me a direct answer, just once?" he flared. "Y-yes, I do, but-"
"Always the 'but,' isn't it?" he said dryly. "I think you like playing with your pussy better than making it with me!"
She felt weak in the knees. He knew. A gust of shame made her face burn. She bit her hp and ran into the bedroom.
I was always so careful; how did he find out I do it alone? Ohhh, this is awful! I just can't do it with him. I use a diaphragm, hut I guess I'm still too scared when he shoots his stuff up inside. He won't pull out. He deserves his pleasure, all right. I feel terrible when I masturbate, but I just have to have relief. I don't want children for years. He won't use rubbers. His thing is awfully big, too. Sometimes it really hurts me.
She stood frozen in the center of the bedroom, tears in her eyes. She heard the door open. She couldn't face him.
"Look, Anna," he said almost calmly. "I know how you were raised, in that two-bit Bible Belt. You went to the doc and got fitted with a gimmick. What the hell are you afraid of?"
"But they don't always work...."
"Start taking pills," he said, walking up behind her.
"Well, the doctor I went to doesn't recommend them," she said, her voice quaking.
"Go to another doctor, for God's sake. Let's get this hang-up of yours out in the open. Like I told you before, I don't figure on pulling it out just before I come, either. I told you before I like a little turnaround stuff. You can't get knocked up that way! Hell, let me play with your pussy till you go off."
She trembled. "Ohhhh! You're as filthy as Jill is!"
"Well," he said scathingly. "So you had a visit with Jill, eh? Let's see. She married all that Schmidt money, didn't she? I'll bet she knows what to do with a prick! How does she keep from getting knocked up?"
"This is-awful!" Anna cried. "I guess she takes pills. I'm sure I didn't ask."
"Well, you said on the phone they were coming down for a visit. You better have her teach you a few things, baby. Or read one of those books I gave you. It's all there. Where did you get this crazy idea that a girl shouldn't suck a little cock once in a while?"
I'll leave!" Anna wailed. "Is that what you want?"
"No, damn it. I'm sorry. Sure, I've jacked off plenty of times. I don't care if you play with your pussy if you need it. but when in hell are you going to learn how to fuck?"
Seconds later the bedroom door slammed. That evil word burned in her ears. This was the end! She realized she hadn't fooled him with her imitated passion, meeting his strokes, dreading the moment when his thing would pour into her vagina.
After almost every time he did it, while she was cleaning her pussy, she finished with her finger. Somehow he had discovered her guilty secret; the shame of it was simply too much.
And all of those dirty words he had used. He was obscene!
A few months after their marriage he had given her a couple of 'popular' books about married sex; she had glanced at the covers and read a few of the chapter titles and had tossed them in the trash barrel.
He doesn't really care for me, she thought miserably.
He wants me to turn into a slut. 'Turnaround stuff.' That's for sex degenerates. I let him do it in my sex thing. He has his fun. Isn't that enough? I'd be so nervous I couldn't think if I didn't finish! What a homecoming.
After a shower she felt better. She put on fresh makeup and cologne and a new almost sheer robe and walked out into the living room. Doug was watching a baseball game on TV, a drink in his hand. He was wearing his swim trunks.
For some strange, dirty reason his awful talk had stimulated her. She couldn't understand it Talking frankly with Jill had done the same thing; after the conversation in the cafe she had gone to her parents' home and masturbated. Maybe there was some truth in Doug's blunt remarks. What was it Jill had said?
'Going down on Karl is fun, honey."
Doug jerked his eyes from the TV set and scowled. The expression on his face slowly changed. He looked her up and down and she trembled.
"I'm real sorry I'm such a poor wife," she managed. I'll try to do better, honey."
"Say, I like that wrapper," he smiled. "Want to make up?"
"Why don't you mix me a drink?" she said. Her heart thumped. "This is your vacation."
He came out of the chair, started toward her. A quick knocking on the door spoiled the moment. He shrugged, finished his highball and answered the knock.
Kathi Allerson, wearing a yellow mini-bikini, breezed into the room. Anna felt a swift rush of envy. Kathi was so terrifically beautiful and sexy.
"How was your trip, Anna?" Kathi asked. "Has your handsome lover given you your treats yet?"
"Oh, stop it!" Anna laughed, flushing. Kathi was that way, she would say anything.
"Tes, I gave her a quick roll, but I think she wants another one," Doug laughed.
"You've been drinking," Kathi said accusingly. "I've had a few myself. Why don't you two come on out to the pool and join Wendy and me? Nobody else is around. I have a big shaker full of martinis."
Oh, I'm glad he said what he did, Anna thought. It's dirty to talk that way, but I feel more like a woman. That'll show Kathi I'm taking care of my husband.
"Well be out after a while," Anna laughed.
"I understand, honey," Kathi said, winking. "Take your time!"
As the pretty airline stewardess wiggled through the door, Doug closed the panel and locked it, a gleam of passion in his eyes. Anna had a very strange thought.
She helped set the stage. Kathi understands. I wish she had stayed a while longer. I'm not really jealous any more. Maybe she could show me how to doit right!
Doug marched up to her and opened the wrapper. His mouth covered her lips, his bare chest pushed into her naked titties, his hands swept down across her bottom, kneading the warming flesh. He was very eager and she wondered fleetingly whether Kathi's almost nude body had inspired him. Maybe it was the liquor, or maybe it was just her own youth and freshness.
After the shower she had inserted her diaphragm. He didn't like it when he started fooling around and then had the play interrupted by her trip to the bathroom. She began to realize that other young married girls took chances all the time. What if she did get caught? None of her friends could say now she'd had a seven month child. Hans and Olga did want a grandchild.
His tongue wiggled into her mouth and for the first time she liked it. Her nipples were tingling, her sex thing was turning hot. His urgency communicated to her. When he drew her hips tightly inward, she softened and flicked her tongue across his. Maybe she had learned sex secrets from Jill, after all.
He scooted his swim trunks down and his hard, warm penis touched her belly. She felt moisture seeping from her vagina. She had missed his kisses and touches, and the argument, as hurtful as it had been, seemed miles away now. Her softening and responding made him tremble.
Oh, I want him inside me now. Jill has fun with Karl, why shouldn't I have fun with Doug? I guess he's right about my sneaky finger playing. I always thought back seat playing and having a climax without a connection was bad. If he wants to play me into a climax, I guess I should let him. Ohhh, I've been so stupid!
He was drawing her down on the carpet; they were going to do it in the living room! All she had ever permitted before going to bed was light caresses and kisses. Always before it had been at night with the darkness to hide her confusions and disappointments; and her fears.
His trunks were off, her wrapper was wide open, but he didn't climb on her. He dropped down at her right with a sofa pillow for her head and she accepted it gratefully. His hand swept down her belly to her crotch; he began to nuzzle her titties with his mouth. She could see his penis better than she had ever seen it.
It was horribly sexy even if it did spout dangerous seeds. She had held it quite a few times, but she had never actually played with it. He pulled her hand over to it and she clasped it, shivering. The sin was leaving; his thing began to represent pleasure instead of pain and dread. He had been drinking; she could excuse some of his bad behavior and awful words.
"Work on it, sweetie," he murmured against her nipples. "Make it good and hard."
She stared at the pink knob with the skin taut around it, the clear liquid seeping from the sex hole. His fingers opened her tender labia and he found her sex thing, the little nub where all the good sensations were. Stinging thrills chased across her loins.
"Relax a little more," he whispered. "You're doing great."
She slid her hand up and down on his prick. His fingers toyed with her fun thing. And it was fun! The onus of dirtiness she always associated with her masturbation to get relief began to have a different meaning. She wasn't being dutiful now, she was enjoying it freely. He knew she played with herself, he was simply doing it for her.
I'll bet Kathi makes sex fun, and I know Jill does, she thought. Now if I can give him his fun and enjoy it myself, I'll have it made! Letting a husband have it is more than a duty. He likes it when I like it. I really have been an awful square. But all that stuff Olga said about 'putting up with it,' and letting him have his way was right out of the middle ages. It feels better when he plays with it. Ohhhh, it feels better all the time, time, time!
His finger went inside and his thumb was pressing her clitoris. Hurry, hurry, honey, Ohhhhhh.
Her legs opened farther, her rump lifted, his lips sucked hard on a tender nipple. Cozy thrills raced down to her vagina. His finger stroked faster. She was very wet down there. Dreamy things were happening to her sex thing. The nerves were aching for relief. She was panting and it wasn't put on. A flexing of his penis in her fingers was terribly exciting. When was he going to mount her and slide it in? She had never known such a violent hunger for his prick! It was a sweet, achy burning. She wanted his hips between her thighs, his chest mashing into her breasts, his tongue diving in her throat.
But he wasn't climbing on her, he was going to finish her this way. For the first time in her life she hoped he wouldn't spurt his stuff across her belly. She wanted it shooting sexily in her vagina! It was a slutty, dirty wish, but she was beyond caring. Now that she craved the feel of him inside her, he was going to tease her into a climax. Well, maybe she would want him even more after that.
It was happening! The nuances turned sweeter, waves of passion blew the clouds of evil away, and the honeyed beating of her relief was the best she had ever experienced! She could tell he wasn't climaxing, he was doing this just for her.
Her entire crotch was throbbing. She felt her nipples stiffen, her legs kicked; she was making coital thrusts on his finger....
"Ohhhhh!" she panted. "Ohhhhh, honey!"
A whole year of frustrations, misconceptions and fears seemed to explode with the sugary explosions in her body! It was fun, fun-fun! She floated airily on a rose cloud and slowly drifted back to reality. The final gusts of pleasure made muscles in her vagina actually tighten. It was the most heavenly sensation!
"Very good, sweetie!" he exulted. "I knew you could make it with me."
She felt so good she tried not to be offended by his implication that he had accomplished something entirely physical, as though she had executed a big sales deal or hit a hole in one on the golf course. She felt it should be more of a loving thing, but she was happy to have it, know it. She could sense this was a turning point in their relations. She was much closer to him. And the hunger for his penis was returning, stronger than ever. Bad or risky or animalistic, she had to admit it
"Pretty good, eh?" he whispered in her ear.
"Well, if you have to put it that way-yes!" she breathed.
His finger came out of her tender vagina and he patted it, traveling his fingers along her warm thigh flesh, squeezing intimately. She was lax and happy; she didn't have to rush in the bathroom and clean herself.
I had mine and he didn't squirt. I hope that isn't too had!
She had heard about guys getting the 'stones' from not climaxing. Somewhere she had picked up the idea that a man wasn't a man unless he finished in a vagina every time, or at least did it in there until he pulled out, just before the orgasm. She was beginning to see that the things she had learned' around Wesley were untrue. He didn't seem to be suffering because he hadn't had it in her yet.
He pulled a cushion from a nearby chair and shoved it under his head, smiling at her.
"Just what did you and Jill talk about, anyway?"
This new kind of playful intimacy brought a giggle to her lips. She wanted to flirt and be kind of breezy and sexy and liberated, like Kathi acted.
"Oh, lots of things, honey."
"Did she mention anything about going down on Karl?" he asked, his hand returning to her vee. Being almost naked in front of him in a lighted room in the afternoon was different and very exciting.
"Yes," she said. Her hand pressed his penis. Ohhhhh. How big and hard it was!
"Would you like to try it sometime, sweetie?"
She trembled, remembering her thoughts about sexual degenerates.
"I guess I can-if you really want it....
"Does he go down on her?" he asked winking.
"Well, the way she talked, he does-" she said weakly.
He chuckled. "Look, I'm not going to rush you. I know your background." He pressed her girl mound with more purpose. His finger began to slide inward again. It felt wonderful!
"D-don't you want yours, honey?" she gasped.
"No hurry. I'm having a fine time just like this." His finger went in and out, in and out. She shuddered. She had never felt so wet and slushy down there.
"Why don't you try it on top?" he murmured, teasing her clitoris.
"You-you're awful," she said, flushing.
"Just because the girls around Wesley don't think it's right doesn't make it wrong," he said. "If Jill is with it, III bet she does."
"B-but I don't know how" she answered.
"Well, I can coach you a little," he smiled.
"I suppose you've had lots of experience," she shot back and then wished she hadn't said it. She recovered quickly. "I'm sorry, honey. I mean ... I know you knew lots of girls before you met me...."
"Let's don't go into that," he said, his frown going away. "Come on, roll over on me and let's fool around some more, eh?"
Anna shivered. Her sense of duty overcame her first inhibitions. The idea of a girl lusting and bobbing on top of a man seemed bitchy. Jill had mentioned it was a lot of fun. Could she, Anna, turn into a swinging young wife in one day?
"Don't get uptight on me now," he grinned.
Trembling, she moved over him, resting flat on his chest and hips, her legs extended, one on each side of his legs. His penis was pressing along her tummy and she felt the moisture from his glans on her flesh.
How strange to be above.
She mashed her mouth into his lips, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. At least they were warmly close. Her thighs were apart, her titties were rolling into his chest, his hands roved across her bottom, stealing in between her thighs to touch her vulva. Again his finger went thrillingly inside. She wiggled her tongue in his mouth.
She could feel her moist depths responding to his probe; she lifted her hips so he could do it better. His finger came out, he held her firmly with both hands and raised her middle, bringing her crotch above his penis.
"Pull your knees in," he murmured. "Brace yourself on your arms."
Shaking with anticipation, aware of the raw hunger for his prick, she let herself be guided until his glans was touching her slit. It was going in! It didn't hurt, her flesh was yielding slickly around his prick. Lifting her torso with her arms and hands, she curved her pelvis and suddenly his big hot thing was deep in her vagina.
"Ughhhhhh," he muttered, his fingers sinking into her waist while his hips raised, and she found the position simply wonderful! The burning inside was sweeter than it had ever been. They were together, that made it right! Now his hands cupped her titties, a wide smile of pleasure told her he was delighted.
"I can play with you more this way," he breathed.
She couldn't answer. She was so eager to go ahead, now that she had braved the first step, she could think of nothing to say that would make it any better. Awkwardly she began to thrust. Her hips caught the rhythm; she made minor adjustments of her hands and knees. She remembered how he liked to do it, three or four hunches, then a pause.
His fingers played her nipples into tingling erectness; she was breathing faster. Plunge, plunge, plunge! Make it a fun thing. Yes, yes. She didn't come all the way down, and there was no pain at all. It was simply good and hot and sexy.
She remembered Kathi's suggestive remarks. She was taking care of her husband. She was giving him what a wife should give, and his expression showed his intense enjoyment. She wanted his squirts! He seemed to be deliberately holding back so she would have to work' harder! What wonderful work. There was something very slutty and dirty about her bobbing and striving, her waits. She was getting ready to climax!
Now she felt the familiar tensing and swelling of his penis, his face contorted; his hips arched higher; his hands squeezed her titties very hard. Her vagina was answering his lusty flexings! It seemed to have a kind of hot clasping she hadn't known before. The thrills she was used to when she climaxed with her fingers were delectably sharper and sweeter. There couldn't be any guilt about this kind of sex. It was right, it was good and deep and She had to finish now! She was teetering on the brink of triumph, and she lunged swiftly. Yes, yes, yes! Ohhhhhhh, Yes! As he shuddered, as he groaned, as the hot gush of his passion spewed into her vagina, the wonderful thing happened! The quirts of joy brought a wail of pleasure from her lips. "Ahhhhhh, ohhhh!"
I'm doing it with him! she thought deliriously. I'm having my relief with his penis exploding, gushing, pouring into my pussy! It was never so good, good, honey good, wild good! We're making out together.
CHAPTER 4
Andrew Sellers was packing for his trip north when the phone rang. He snatched it out of the cradle impatiently. Claudia had departed for places unknown; she probably had found a younger man who could give her more prick than he was able to in spite of his cleverness.
"Yes!" he asked irritably.
"Is this Andy?"
He knew instantly who it was; his chest swelled, his heart pounded, his groin tingled. Wendy Allerson, the beautiful stewardess.
"Right," he said, terrifically flattered.
"My sister and I are on vacation. We're having a party at our apartment pool. Would you like to drop by?"
He didn't want to sound too eager. "Yes. What do I bring?"
"Your swim trunks," she laughed. She sounded high. "We have plenty of gin. I hope you like martinis."
Twenty minutes later he was enjoying the sights at poolside, accepting his martini from bikini-clad Wendy. The sweet sculpturing of her body was almost too good to be true, her fine, smooth legs, narrow waist and out-sweeping titties, straining in the cup of thin yellow elastic, the dainty contouring of her hips and pussy, made his nuts burn. Kathi was just as sexy; she talked more.
Outwardly they were indeed identical, but even if they were dressed alike he was sure he could pick Wendy. Her voice seemed softer. He had a good ear for voices. Anna Stevens wasn't bad either; her two-piece suit was more modest; she was sticking close to her husband. He had seen many types like Doug, smooth and fast with the words. Wildly egotistical. He was spending a lot of time looking at Kathi. Andrew had the feeling that Doug had fucked her.
"Wendy, where did you run into this sexy male?" Kathi asked, staring at Andrew.
"At the beach," Wendy smiled. "He was fishing and almost caught me."
Andrew didn't feel out of place with young people in spite of his age. He had a good firm body and he knew girls Wendy's age found him fascinating. He could pass for forty-two and often did.
"That's a beautiful tan," Kathi said, sprawled so her cunt slit showed inside her thin red panties. She looked straight at his prick lump.
"Honey, you fish out your own dates," Wendy laughed.
"I'll go in and look through my little black book," Kathi remarked. But she didn't move. "I think an extra girl at a party makes things interesting."
"Right," Doug said. Anna didn't seem to appreciate that, but she giggled. She acted married, but he didn't. The traveling salesman party boy-he probably picked a lot of sweet stuff on the side. Andy wished he could be alone with Wendy, but this was her way of getting better acquainted. The fishing in Eureka could go to hell.
More couples from nearby apartments began to show at the pool and Kathi suggested the group move into the twins' apartment.
Andy helped Kathi bring the martini shaker and glasses and bottles into the apartment kitchen. Momentarily they were hidden from the others; she turned to him and slid her arms around his neck, curving her hips into his crotch. He wasn't too surprised.
"Mmmmmm," she whispered. "I'd love to have some of that."
"Must be the gin," he smiled, caressing her rump.
"Oh, poop. You're sexier than hell, honey."
"You like dirty old men, huh?" He reached up and explored the mini-haltered tit mounds. "I'm staying at the Exeter motel, baby."
"I'll call you," she breathed. Her lips fastened to his mouth, her tongue flirted, she hunched on his cock tent. Before he could enjoy it fully, she swerved away and wiggled into the living room. She was smart; she didn't want their mutual interests to be too obvious. Wendy was his date for the evening.
He felt the wild elation a new conquest always generated. The twins were top bracket stuff. Perhaps he had misjudged Wendy; maybe she simply wanted a smooth party fuck to round out the ginny evening. The twins were getting smashed, and Doug and Anna weren't far behind. Anna was something of a puzzle; she acted like a young farm girl who had just had her eyes opened. Obviously she wasn't used to drinking.
"I know a parlor game we can play, kids," Kathi laughed, posing in the center of the living room.
Andy walked over and sat down beside Wendy on a sofa. Anna perched on an arm of Doug's chair.
"Well, let's play it!" Anna laughed.
Wendy leaned fragrantly into Andy and whispered in his ear. "Let's clear out of here after while, huh?"
He nodded, shooting her a wink. Kathi was explaining the 'game.'
"We dim the lights and the girls take turns sitting in the men's laps. Sound like fun?"
"Hell, is that all?" Doug protested. "Let's swing away out."
"Stop it, honey," Anna exclaimed.
"This game isn't bad," Kathi giggled. "It depends on how much you're wearing."
Anna shook her head, her face turned pale.
"Oh," she said. "I'm getting dizzy-"
Doug scowled and muttered under his breath.
"Better take her home," Wendy said. "She looks gone."
"I told her not to drink so much," Doug growled. He stood up and drew Anna from the chair arm. In a moment they were gone.
"She's no swinger," Kathi remarked. "Poop on 'em! I guess we can have a party anyway."
The twins exchanged glances and both smiled. Andy's cock began to tingle and stiffen. Kathi moved in front of him, spreading her long, tapered thighs, undulating her rump. The view of her pussy crevice inside the red bikini panty hardened his tongue.
"I'm all ginned up and ready for anything, kiddies," she giggled. "You aren't going to cut me out, are you?"
Wendy pressed her warm thigh into his naked leg. The message was clear enough. His opinion of Wendy lowered a few notches. He wondered whether the beautiful twins were used to teaming up on one man. Damned if he was going to miss it. He hadn't enjoyed two girls for a long time. He would soon find out if he was special or just another threesome stud.
"Well, if you don't hurry and sit in his lap, I'm going to, sister dear," Kathi laughed. She reached behind her and unfastened her mini-halter. She lowered the cups slowly, weaving her shoulders, her long blonde mane caressing the lightly tanned flesh. The arched cones of her tits came into sight, the strawberry nipples peaked with excitement.
"Very good," he smiled. "Shall I bring my cock out?"
Both girls laughed. Wendy stood up, posing beside her sister. Her thin, yellow halter came down.
"Think you can tell one pair of titties from the other, honey?" Kathi giggled.
"I'd have to give them the feel test first," he said. He peeled his dry swim trunks from his hips, down his legs. He kicked them aside and leaned back lazily on the sofa. His cock was good and hard.
Wendy stared and stared at his prick, her dark blue eyes very wide. Her tits were just as beautifully contoured as her sister's. He began to have the feeling this kind of deal was entirely new for Wendy. This would give the fuck party a little more novelty, Kathi was the leader, the bold one. He was sure he couldn't shock her. She had skinned her share of pricks. And she might be the best fuck.
Kathi moved closer, spread her legs and sank down on his knees. Her hands caressed his shoulders, she swung her titties forward, flicking her tongue across her fresh red lips.
"Okay, feel 'em, honey," she giggled. "And get inside my panties. I like to leave them on for a while."
"Oh!" Wendy gasped.
"I'm shocking my sister," Kathi smiled. I'm surprised she's swinging. She likes you."
He raised his hands and coasted them across Kathi's swollen tits. She wiggled her shoulders, urging her peaks firmly into his fingers. Her right hand dropped to his leaky-headed cock. She trembled, her thighs squeezed his knees.
"You're really heating my pussy, honey," Kathi panted.
Wendy heard the words clearly but she couldn't quite believe her sister was such a filthy-mouthed slut. She had imagined a lot of sexy things in her life; she had pictured a dark bedroom and a few whispers while he took turns with them. Without the gin she was afraid she wouldn't be able to go even this far.
I really wanted to be alone with him, she thought. But Kathi goes for him, too. We've talked about a threesome. I didn't believe it would ever happen. If he ever thought I was a nice girl, he certainly won't now! Well, I don't care. I want him, too. I should have called him before. I had to get high on martinis before I did.
She watched his hand slip inside Kathi's bikini panties, his left arm gripped her waist and his mouth fastened on a pink, tumid nipple.
"Ohhhhh!" Kathi giggled. "Ohhhh, that's right where it's at, honey!" The slow upcurve of her hips, the tremble of her thighs, brought slickness from Wendy's cunt. The movements of his hand said he was finger-diddling her cunny. In and out, in and out.
Shuddering, Wendy dropped her bikini panties. She wanted her pussy bare and exposed when he played with it. Even while he was sucking Kathi's nipple he looked across at Wendy's crotch.
"Join in, Wendy," Kathi giggled. "He's got two hands!"
"But only one mouth," Wendy laughed. The gin and the view of his big long cock in Kathi's hand made her reckless. She wiggled around on his left and opened her legs, tipping her pussy forward.
He reached for it, found it. Wendy shivered with anticipation. He was spreading her cuntlips and playing very gently, knowingly. She rubbed her titties against her sisters shoulder, remembering the times they had tickled each other for relief. They were grown up now; she knew she shouldn't be thinking about their high school sex experiments, they were supposed to have their thrills with men.
But the forbidden touches of Kathi's body made his finger play a little sweeter. He was working deeper into her pussy, teasing her clit, diving a digit into the upper reaches of her cunt where a very sensitive area awakened, sending stabs of delight along her body, down her legs.
"Ohhhhh, hell!" Wendy panted. "It's been a long time."
Kathi shuddered, hunching swiftly on his finger. "Honey, I'm-making it!"
Wendy saw him take a whole tittie peak into his mouth. Kathi moaned shrilly, her hand stroked his cock, her lunges quickened even more. Wendy loved the feel of his seeking finger, but she wasn't ready to make out. She gripped Kathi's shoulders and pushed her titties into her sister's side. Kathi whimpered, her legs shook, her rump flew. Her last humps were erotically wild and abandoned. Wendy could feel the tremors of her sister's climax, the shake of her coming body. How delicious!
"Ohhhhh, that's good!" Kathi wailed.
She softened, his mouth left her tits, and she slumped forward, resting her head on his shoulder. His right hand came out of her panty. He looked up at Wendy and winked.
"Oh, for hell's sake," Wendy exclaimed. "Let's go in the bedroom and be comfortable."
"Let me rest a minute," Kathi panted. "That double action stuff made me come hard!"
Andy appreciated the momentary pause. In her excitement Kathi had pumped his prick almost too quickly. He was okay now, though. The dewy softness of Wendy's cunt was wildly stimulating. Her clit was larger than average. He had watched her tit play on Kathi with interest. When the twins got too hard up they probably rubbed cunts. It happened.
The emotional thing he had felt about Wendy was slipping away. She was another pretty, sensual girl who evidently needed her sister around for stimulation. She had talked about being alone with him, and so had Kathi, but this was what they really wanted. Even if it hadn't happened before, the right opportunity and some liquor had brought out their secret wishes. But he wasn't going to miss it.
He drew his finger out of Wendy's cunt and rolled Kathi around onto the sofa. Kathi giggled, fumbling with her bikini panties.
"About time I took this off, don't you think?"
"Yes, if you want to have a prick in it," Wendy laughed. "Come on, Andy. Let's go in the bedroom. When she gets through twitching, she can tag along."
"Listen at my dear, sweet sister!" Kathi laughed.
"I can be just as slutty as you can, honey," Wendy said. "Let's have another drink, Andy. Then let's all go the orgy route."
"Coming is such sweet fun," Kathi laughed.
Moments later, armed with a fresh martini apiece, the trio moved into the bedroom. Now that the twins were naked, he had more trouble telling them apart. Wendy wasn't as quiet as before. She spread herself on the nearest twin bed, jacking her legs apart. When they were good and high some of the shy ones were more exciting than the overt bold ones.
"She's ready for a fuck," Kathi giggled, standing near the vanity, sipping her drink. Wendy's cocktail was on a bedside table. One big lamp gave plenty of illumination. He looked at the dainty cunt crevice he had just fingered, and for some strange reason he wished he had Claudia spread in the same position.
He knew one reason why the sexy colored girl had pulled out and left no forwarding address. On the second date with her, in a night club, some whitey bastard had sounded off.
"These Negro cunts ain't particular, are they?"
He hadn't been able to tell where the remark originated; he had started toward the bar with his hands balled for action, but Claudia had gripped his arm and begged him to forget it. A fight would land him in jail; it would prove nothing.
Treating her as an equal had delighted her, and she had given him a wonderful screwing.
Okay, he had two whitey cunts, ginned and liberated and ready for action.
He crawled on the bed and crouched with his face above Wendy's twat. He pushed his tongue out, worked his hands under her warm ass cheeks. The lighter whiteness of her crotch, bikini-shaped, made it more tempting. Eager young pussy, party pussy.
"I just knew you were a gash hound, honey," Kathi trilled.
'Well, do it!" Wendy giggled, weaving her ass, pulling her legs back farther. She seized a pillow and slid it under her blonde-tressed head. His view of her belly and upjutting tits, the fragrance of cunt, tensed his prick. He wiggled his tongue along her slit.
Her legs quivered, her eyes opened wider.
"Ohhhhh!" she breathed.
"I don't think she's had much pussy lapping, Andy," Kathi said, moving to the bed. "Oh, go to hell," Wendy gasped.
He dipped his blade deeper into her puffing cunt. She trembled, her rump swung higher. The tickle of fuzzy blonde cunt hair against his nose kicked his interest higher. He slid his tongue across her stiffened clit; she moaned and her hands flopped on the bed.
"Is it better than a finger, honey?" Kathi laughed softly.
"Shut up!" Wendy cried. "Ohhhh-ohhh, oh!"
Andy lifted his mouth from the moistened puss. "Suck her titties, Kathi. Let's make her come hard."
"D-don't stop!" Wendy cried, her thighs quaking.
His lips returned to the juicy maw; he fastened his mouth to the cunty hole and he worked his tongue slowly in and out, in and out. Kathi, her face very flushed, lowered her head to her sister's titties. The flick of Kathi's tongue on the coral nipples, the view of Kathi pressing her cunt with her right hand, added to his excitement. She turned on faster than her sister; she was finger fucking her cunt with eager strokes. Kathi's lips enclosed a breast tip, her hips jiggled back and forth. Wendy's belly heaved. He felt the unmistakable first pulses of her come against his mouth. She clutched at Kathi, her rump quivered, her thighs tensed, and the pounding of her orgasm filled him with victorious elation.
"Ohhhhhhh! Wendy cried fiercely. "Ohhhhh, hell!"
Kathi jerked away from the bed, fell into a chair and her hand flashed swiftly on her uptilted cunt.
"Ohhhhh, it's a-ohhhhhh-ohhhhh-big one!" she wailed.
Wendy finished with quick uphunches, her tits jiggling, her thighs shaking wildly. Her whimpers of delight, the faint twitch of cunt flesh against his lips, gave him a terrific charge. Kathi's busy finger fucking added to his pleasure. She bucked through it, her heels drumming on the carpet. Her left hand stroked her hard-nippled tits. Finally she slumped in the chair, eyes closed. Wendy quieted, too.
He backed away, finding another chair. He sipped his martini, glancing down at his rock-hard prick. It had passed another crisis; he could hold his first shot for quite a while yet. This was a thing he had taught himself over ten years before. In a fucking threesome he had to be especially careful.
"Ohhhh, that was fun! Wendy giggled, gazing at his cock.
"And it's my turn, honey," Kathi exclaimed, rising from her chair. "Are you going to let me suck it, Andy?"
Fellatio was something he wanted to bypass as long as possible. A sucking girlish mouth could bring him faster than regular fucking. He remembered the slow, delicious warmth of Claudia's mouth and lips, her eager attempts to please him.
Damn it, I'm going to find her, he thought. I didn't try very hard. She's more woman than I've had for ages. I guess it took some white pussy to make me realize how good Claudia really is.
"Let me eat it for you first, baby," he smiled, observing the juiced ripe cunt in front of him.
"Oh, let's orgy!" Wendy giggled.
Kathi came closer to him and pushed her hips forward. He cupped her cunny, sliding his middle finger up into the pudding.
"Ohhhh, okay, Wendy," she gasped. "I'll eat you and Andy can eat me."
'When do I get some cock?" Wendy laughed.
"He's got to save it, honey," Kathi chirped, hunching on his finger.
"Right," he said. "I'm not sixteen years old."
"I hear those young guys can go off six or seven times," Kathi panted. He teased her clitoris and her ass wiggled swiftly.
They're like a turned on dame, baby," Andy laughed. The only trouble is they're too damned bashful."
Kathi's legs opened farther, she dug her hands into his shoulders, bucking on his finger.
"Ohhhh, it's coming again!" Kathi wailed.
"Oh, for hell's sake!" Wendy cried, scrambling off the bed. "Let me get in on this, too."
"Bring it over here and I'll make it come," he laughed.
Wendy darted into position at her sister's right, opening her thighs. He extended his left hand, diving a finger up into her twat. Hot and slick and ready. The hard-to-get cunt was now easy. Bold sister was showing her twin how to have fun, "Ohhhhhh!" Wendy cried, thrusting eagerly. Her left hip was rubbing against Kathi's right hip.
"Play with your tits, girls," he chuckled.
"Ohhhh, I'd rather play with your prick, honey!" Wendy panted. "Please!"
'Let her have it up in the cunt!" Kathi cried.
He relented. Wendy was shaking with lust.
"Turn around, baby," he said. "Bring it down."
Wendy whirled, his finger came out of her puss; she curved her rump down and spread her legs. Kathi moved farther to the right. He guided Wendy's hips with his left hand, keeping his other occupied with Kathi's cunt. Her first stab at his cock missed the mark; she whimpered and tried again. She braced her weight with her hands on the chair arms. He felt the wet, warm cuntlips spread around his knob. She shuddered and came down.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she panted. "Ohhhhh, hell, hell, hell!"
"Ride it!" Kathi gasped.
He reached around her and caught a tit in his left hand. Her ass bobbed slowly. The snug, hot cunt felt delicious. Kathi's hunches were quickening, her fingers lanced his shoulder. She was ready to blow her come again. He added his first finger to his middle finger.
He knew he couldn't hold his blast this time. His nuts were pulling up, the sensations were turning sweeter. He had dreamed about giving Wendy a good slow fuck in his motel, but somehow things never turned out according to plan. It was nut cracking time!
Kathi fucked his fingers furiously, she reached over and squeezed her sister's other tit. He felt the achy waves of come joy shoot up his legs; his prick pulsed and swelled. He groaned and his sound worked like magic.
The fuck soup boiled from his cockhead. Wendy's rump bobbed like a cork on wavy water, she wailed her pleasure and Kathi's cry came right behind. Wendy's cunt didn't tighten or convulse, but her shaking and kicking gave him his kicks. His gouting prickhead was up where it counted.
As the last gusts of stinging ginny pleasure throbbed his cock, he had another wild dream about Claudia. She was more hot woman than both of these cunts thrown together.
CHAPTER 5
"I just couldn't play their dirty game," Anna said, turning lazily on the bed. I'm not really sick at all, honey."
Doug, sitting on the edge of the bed, slipped his hand along between her thighs. She looked very good in her two-piece, unwet swim suit; she didn't mind showing herself in it because it was 'right and proper.' But he had missed the fun of the game. At the same time he didn't give a shit about Andy, and the idea of Anna sitting in his lap and letting him play with her tits and pussy wasn't appealing.
He could fuck Kathi again some other time. At the moment he was thinking about Jill, the plump, young blonde from Wesley. She and Karl might show up at any time.
He pressed his hand on Anna's pussy curve, and a slight upcurving of her hips encouraged him. She had taken at least two martinis. He remembered their fuck on the living room floor earlier in the day; his cock began to ridge up inside his trunks.
"Feeling hot again, eh?" he laughed, playing with her soft thighs.
Anna shivered and spread her legs. She was hot. She wasn't used to drinking, and the liquor was giving her a carefree sensation. He wanted her to act and talk sexy, like Kathi. Well, why not? After their reunion on the living room floor she had cleaned and replaced her diaphragm.
"Oh, that feels good, honey," she breathed.
"Well, that's more like it!" he exclaimed.
A very dirty thought ran through her mind. She would blame it on the gin. Having Kathi around makes me feel sexier. The way she looks at Doug must mean something. Maybe he's screwed her! Funny, but right now I don't care. I wonder if she would have a party with Doug and me?
She trembled and tried to push the evil suggestion out of her mind. It was just awful!
"I hope I can be as sexy as Kathi is," she said, surprised at herself.
An odd expression crossed his face, his hand stopped moving on her intimate zones.
"What's got into you, Anna?"
"I guess I shouldn't have left you here all alone with those two beautiful girls next door," she giggled.
He seemed relieved. And pleased. "You and Kathi get along pretty well, eh?"
"I really do like her," Anna said. "We should invite her over for a drink sometime...."
"Right," he said, grinning. His hand slipped inside her swim panties and dreamy tingles fanned out from her crotch. Her pussy was turning wet; her sex thing itched for touches. Now that they had played around with each other, now that she had learned to climax with his fingers instead of hers, she wanted more-much more! No danger of getting caught. The way she felt now she might even go down on him!
The telephone rang, shattering her filthy, erotic thoughts.
He shrugged, pulled his hand out of her panties, and took the bedroom extension.
"Yes?" he said irritably. A few seconds of silence followed.
"Oh, Jill? The hell! Look, forget that motel. For now anyway. We've got room here. Right, right. That's the address."
When he dropped the receiver Anna giggled. "Well, you sure sounded eager!"
"She's your friend, baby."
She smiled and scooted off the bed. "I'd better change-"
"Hell, why do that? They probably have swim suits. We can go back out to the pool. I'll go down to the liquor store on the corner and pick up some booze."
While he was gone, Anna went to the bathroom and freshened her makeup. Her cheeks were flushed, her dark eyes sparkled. The sex she had enjoyed so much with her husband made her feel more grown up. Finally she had whipped some of her fears and climaxed with him. His prick really was a wonderful thing! It was a prick now, not a fearsome penis that spouted dangerous jism. It was a fun thing!
Well, Jill and Kathi and lots of smart sexy girls had learned that right off the bat. She wanted Doug's big prick sliding in her cunt! What a big step forward. Or was it downward into a dirty hell?
Her old thinking, that intense pleasure was evil, was hard to shake in a few days. She would have to work very hard at it. Even playing with herself didn't seem quite so bad as before.
I love being active, I loved it on top!
She suddenly remembered something she had read in one of those filthy books she had thrown in the trash barrel. 'If you don't please your husband in the bedroom and give him variety, some other girl might.' Doing it teas a very physical thing. Simply spreading her legs and offering him her cunt wasn't enough!
Oh, I'm drunk and I don't care, she thought, pressing her hand to her awakened crotch. Tonight I'm going to give him a real good fuck.
There it was, the four-letter word, and she liked the sound of it more every moment.
Half an hour later the two young wives and their husbands were at the apartment swimming pool. Darkness had fallen, a few dim lights burned around the enclosure. No one else was using the facility. Doug had brought a bottle, mixers, ice and glasses. They were seated at a small redwood table near the water, enjoying the coolness.
Anna had never really given Jill's breasts much thought before; around the home town she wore rather modest clothes, like the other younger wives of the community. Now Anna could hardly keep her eyes off her friend's huge, bulging titties. Her swim halter, pale blue, didn't quite cover the fleshy mountains. Her slim waist made them seem all the bigger. Doug was eating them up with his eyes.
Anna was sitting at Doug's right, and Karl was facing her. The dark curls of hair on his chest excited her imagination. He had wide shoulders and very thick arms. She had known him most of his life, but she was seeing him now in a new and different way.
He gives Jill plenty of fun, she thought. And he's staring at my titties. I wonder if they've swapped like Jill was talking about?
Suddenly she felt Karl's knee brush against her thigh under the table. An electric, sexy shock ran through her body.
"How do you like the big city living, Anna?" he smiled. His dark eyes seemed to say, is Doug giving you enough fucking?
She blushed, but she didn't draw her leg away. He increased the pressure of his knee.
"I can tell it agrees with her," Jill laughed. "She's drinking and wearing an almost-bikini."
"Right," Doug said. "She's learning how to swing."
"In the bedroom too, I hope," Jill giggled.
"On the living room floor, even," Doug chortled.
"Well, honey," Jill smiled. "A big gold star for you!"
"Oh, stop it!" Anna protested. Her cheeks were burning, but thankfully the dim lighting wouldn't let it show. Karl moved his knee between her thighs, and another thrill raced up to her crotch. Now was the time to retreat, swing her legs modestly away. But she didn't. She pressed her thighs tightly on his knee!
It was just flirting, it didn't really mean anything. She was suddenly aware of movement under the table at her left. Jill stretched, scooting down farther on the bench. Doug leaned forward, but his right leg was extended. A furtive glance down there revealed the truth. Jill's white soft legs were curled around his knee.
"What're the young people around Wesley doing for lacks these days?" Doug asked Jill.
"Swapping," Jill giggled.
"Things have sure changed since I was around there," Doug grinned. "How do you like it?"
"Karl and I haven't-yet," she answered. Anna could see Jill's nipples poking sexily at the blue, filled halter. "Oh, hell. Let's go inside so we can dance."
"We can dance right here," Anna said. "I'll turn up the music."
She slid away from the table and Karl's eyes followed her. A moment later he was standing near her, his left arm sliding around her waist. She glanced over at Jill and Doug. His right hand was under the table and Jill was giggling. Anna adjusted the volume of the piped in music.
"We haven't danced since high school," Karl murmured.
"I didn't get out much," Anna said, liking the feel of his muscular body. She watched Jill and Doug; she flattened her lush figure against him and undulated her wide, plump bottom. He said something to her; she giggled loudly.
Jill felt the press of Doug's chest on her tits, the cock lump in his swim trunks. She had thought a lot about him ever since the day he had come out to her father's ranch house to talk about farm machinery. He was older than the unattached males around Wesley; he was slick and smooth, a Californian and different-and very sexy.
She had made her play, but she discovered he was already seeing Anna, and Anna's parents were filthy rich. So she had settled for Karl. Her first impression of Doug hadn't changed much; he was an opportunist and he had made the best catch around Wesley. But he was still sexy, and obviously Anna wasn't giving him enough fucking, living room floor or not. Anna had a lot to learn about sexual realities.
It was also stinkingly true that she and Karl hadn't swapped around as yet, and it was mostly his fault. Theirs was pretty much of an arranged marriage; he had a good, thick, seven inches and could still pop his nuts two or three times in an evening. She was a big, healthy, lusty girl and she needed plenty of steady pronging.
But Karl still was a little reluctant to trade her off on a swap. She was a pretty good fuck; she had skinned a few pricks before Karl had started hanging around, and the boys appreciated her way of screwing. She loved to be active, the aggressor. She had been using the pill for over two years; it didn't upset her system. She seemed more eager for cock, but that was probably because she had lost her fear.
She said what she thought around men and they liked it. The trouble was she hadn't caught any strange stuff since she had married. And this visit with Doug and Anna might supply her hunger for a bit of variety. Things around Wesley were horribly old-fashioned and churchy, at least on the surface. She was positive her father sneaked over into north Idaho once in a while on 'cattle buying trips.' Two mining towns there had plenty of whore houses. He kept whiskey and girlie magazines hidden in one of his tool sheds.
Jill didn't blame him; he seemed more human for it. The idea of fucking the same man for years and years was ridiculous!
"Did you like what you felt under the table, Doug?" she murmured, dancing slowly, her heavy thighs slightly apart, her pussy mound nudging his loins.
"Right," he breathed.
"You should have dropped around when you were dating Anna, honey."
"Everybody in that crappy town would have known about it," he said.
"Oh, I know. You were too busy chasing Anna's pussy!"
He chuckled. "Is it too late, baby?"
"You talk Anna into giving Karl a little and it'll be right there for you, right where it is now."
He trembled. His cheek brushed her throat, his chest pushed harder into her jutting tits.
"Damn it, Anna's so straight it's almost pitiful."
"I know. I talked to her when she came up to visit," Jill murmured. "Maybe I can swing it."
"I hope to hell you can, baby. Man, those are beautiful tits!"
She giggled. "I love to roll 'em around on a good hard cock, honey."
"Sonofabitch!" he muttered. "Start working on Anna. I could sure use some of that action tonight."
"If you can stand it, it wouldn't take much to make me come right now," she breathed. "You're a very sexy guy."
I'll think of something," he muttered. His arm tightened and delicious thrills chased along her body.
"But you won't get it in 'till things are all set up," she laughed. "I can't lose this nice setup with Karl. You know what I'm talking about."
"Hell yes." Land and money. Jill was a very practical girl. His cock was rock hard, oozing fuck juice. If he finger fucked her into a come, he was afraid he'd blast a load in his trunks. She was some lush, hot package. He pulled away reluctantly.
"Go talk to Anna right now," he said, shaking with passion.
"Bight on," Jill laughed, passing her hand across his prick tent. Anna and Karl were too far away to notice. He returned to the table and mixed another highball. He watched Jill sway over toward the dancing couple.
She lays it right out, man, he thought. I should have got some of that over a year ago. She's really with it.
"Having fun, honey?" Jill asked Anna. They were in the apartment bathroom checking hair and makeup.
"Well, yes!" Anna giggled. "I'm getting drunk. We had some martinis with neighbors before you came. That stuff really hits me!"
"Doug going to give you a little tonight, sweet?" Jill laughed. She was afraid a word like fuck would startle Anna.
"I-hope so," Anna said, flushing. "You're filthy."
"Oh, hell," Jill answered. She knew she was bucking the odds, but she had to try. Obviously dancing with Karl had excited her; her nipples were sharp against the cling of her swim bra. Her cheeks were pink.
"Ever thought about getting some strange stuff, honey?" Jill giggled. "Karl thinks you're terrific."
"Oh-I couldn't!" Anna exclaimed. "You mean swapping, don't you?"
"Why not?" Jill smiled. "It's the new swinging thing."
Anna bit her Hp and looked away. She had encouraged Karl; she enjoyed dancing with him; they had known each other for years. But this was too much! She was already having dangerous thoughts about Doug and herself and Kathi, and the idea of Doug screwing Jill was even worse. She was just learning how to do it with Doug. How could he want another girl so soon?
"W-would Doug?" she stuttered, afraid she already knew the answer.
"With swap it's the girls that have to agree, honey," Jill said. "The men'll go along."
"I-I just don't know, Jill. We could get jealous and spoil everything!"
"You're too uptight, honey," Jill shrugged. "You have to relax to enjoy screwing! Hell, I haven't gone that route either. It was just an idea. It isn't like we were total strangers. Come on, let's get the boys charged up a little more and take them to bed, huh?"
Anna trembled and nodded. "I think I need another drink!"
"That might help you change your mind, honey."
As they walked out to the pool again, Anna watched the sexy sway of Jill's curvy rump. She shivered again.
I'm the holdout, she thought. They all want to play bedroom games except me. Well, if I had a few more drinks and if they wouldn't make it too open ... if the guys would just sneak around and trade places, maybe I could do it!
She was still wondering why she could tolerate the plan of having Kathi join in a threesome. And suddenly, in her gin and whiskey excitement, she thought she had the answer.
I believe I'd like to have Kathi touch me and make out with me! She looks at me in a different way, and I like it. How awful I never felt that way about another girl. If I'm bitch enough to admit that, I really ought to try a different man.
"You gals sure took your time," Karl said, offering Anna a fresh highball.
"We were cooking something up, honey," Jill laughed, sitting down beside Doug.
Anna moved over at Karl's left, her excitement building. Would it really happen?
"I hope you cooked it up right," Doug laughed.
"Anna's a very bashful girl," Jill said. "If you give her another drink or two this might turn into a real fun evening."
"Pour her a heavy one," Doug said. He looked at Jill. Come on, you sexy blonde, let's dance into a dark corner."
Seconds later, Jill melted into Doug's embrace. Someone, probably Doug, had dimmed the lights around the pool. The music still was beaty and sensual. Her cunt was drippy wet, she danced him carefully behind a large decorative shrub and pushed her hot crotch into his groin. She urged her big tits into his chest and nipped his ear with her teeth.
"Get me off, honey," she whispered. "I can't wait any longer!"
"Sonofabitch," he muttered. "Is Anna going for it?"
"I'm not sure," Jill said teasingly. "You don't get a real fuck 'till she does. I'll suck you off, though, if you like that...."
"Hell, yes, baby!" he breathed, tugging at her halter. Her hand slipped quickly inside his swim trunks. The touch of new hard cock in her fingers sent sweet shudders along her figure.
"Ohhhh, that's a nice long one, honey," she gasped.
Her halter loosened, her achy tits surged out, bare and hard-nippled. She found his mouth, softened her lips around it and drove her tongue into his throat. He trembled, sinking his fingers into her breasts, shaping them just as skillfully as she knew he would.
It would have to be a quickie. She did want that length of hard prick sliding in her cunt, but she couldn't give him that until Karl had the same. She hoped Karl was playing with Anna's tits and getting her worked up good.
She wants his cock, but she's too damned prissy to admit it, Jill thought I won't cheat on him. Not all the way. He knows how I'm turned on; he won't care if I enjoy a finger and little come. He gives me one of those sometimes when we're driving along in the car. Ohhhhh, I'm coming off--right now!
She clutched Doug's wet knobbed cock, her tongue stroked wildly, her hips jiggled. He uttered a fierce moan, his prick pulsed and tensed, and just as the cock spurts flooded her hand and arm she felt the sweet, enveloping churn of her pelvis. It was new come, pussy come, party and poolside come. Her nipples erected delectably; she lunged her hips against his leg; the quick beaty joy raged across her loins and down her straining thighs. It always hurt a little to come off when she was standing, but it hurt good, good, good! Like creamy puffballs exploding in her cunt. Her clit throbs were utterly delicious! She finished by rolling her tits across his heaving chest.
"I'll scream the next time," she panted softly. "Now what do I do with this handful of come?"
"Uhhhhhh, shiiiiit!" he muttered. "I thought you were going to suck it."
"You went off too fast, sweet," she giggled. "Am I really that sexy?"
"You've got plenty, baby. Plenty!"
CHAPTER 6
Anna waited impatiently in bed for Doug's preliminary kisses and touches. He didn't seem quite as eager as he had been earlier; maybe he had taken too much liquor. She wanted him very badly. Dancing with Karl and letting him caress her more than she should have, and Jill's dirty suggestions about swapping had made her excited.
Then, earlier in the day, after deciding to be more reckless, she had 'topped' Doug and had a very first orgasm with him.
Before getting into bed she had showered and put on a very thin, pink nightie. He seemed restless, but he wasn't reaching out for her. Surely the dancing and flirting with Jill had turned him on!
"Aren't you going to kiss me, honey?" she whispered in the intimate near darkness. Jill had showered too; she and Karl had gone to bed in the guest room. In spite of the heavy insulation in the dividing wall, certain little sounds from her friends were highly suggestive.
"Shure," Doug muttered thickly. He turned his head and gave her a loose, unromantic buzz on the cheek. His hand passed fleetingly along her waist, up to her eager titties, then pulled away. He sighed. She waited. Suddenly, after a long silence, she heard him snoring!
Oh, I almost hate him! she thought. All that talk about swapping and he's passed out. The achy, unrequited burning in her pelvis and pussy seemed even stronger. She knew she couldn't possibly go to sleep without relief; she would have to masturbate again.
Maybe he would want sex in the morning; he often did after he had been drinking the night before. It took him awhile to reach a climax.
Again she wondered why he wasn't playing with her body. And suddenly she thought she had the answer! The last dance he had had with Jill had lasted quite a while. They had disappeared behind a shrub and she had heard Jill's excited giggles....
He must have fucked her right there, standing up! Anna thought. Oh, that Jill is a sexy bitch. I was enjoying Karl's nearness, his touches between my legs. I didn't dream they would turn a dance into a sneaky fuck! Karl tried to squeeze my titties and I pushed his hand away. Doug had his fun and now he's gone to sleep. Damn him!
A sudden loud giggle from the guest room under-lined Anna's mood.
"...Honey, can't you wait?"
Anna shivered and crawled quietly from the bed. Obviously Jill and Karl were enjoying themselves. It would be dirty to listen in. She would slip into the bathroom and lock the door and take the tension out of her body.
As she moved into the hallway near the bathroom she saw light under the door of the guest bedroom. The door wasn't quite closed!
A girlish cry of pleasure froze Anna in her tracks.
"Honey, your prick sure is big tonight!"
"Hurry up and suck it if you're going to," Karl replied.
Shock after sexy shock raced through Anna's body and brain. The way they talked was positively lewd! Prick and suck. A slow gurgle of pleasure from Jill heightened Anna's horrible curiosity and excitement.
"...Did Anna let you get in her swim panties, honey?" Jill giggled.
"Almost," he chuckled. "She sure acts churchy."
Anna shivered, her face turned hot. She was getting her reward for eavesdropping. What they said and did in bed was private. It was also very sexy. A creak of bedsprings and another giggle from Jill made Anna's pussy start leaking juices. She needed her climax very badly!
"Man, that's good tonight, blondie!" came suddenly from Karl.
Anna couldn't bear the suspense any longer. Her imagination was going crazy. Were they connected? What were they doing? She had to see it. Heart pounding, she crept up to the door and peeked through the crack between the panel and the casing. She nearly cried out!
The bedside lamp was turned high, Karl was flat on his back, naked, and Jill was crouched beside him on her knees; she was playing her big white titties across his rigid prick! His thing wasn't quite as long as Doug's, but it was thicker and circumcised. The big glans were wet, and some of the wetness was rubbing off on Jill's tits. Her pink nipples were stiff and very long. Giggling, she pushed a breast peak right against his knob. Her shoulders swayed.
"Very good, blondie," he smiled. "You have fun dancing with Doug?"
"Sure! I was hoping we could swap."
"I guess Anna's too square," he grinned.
Jill nodded, lifted her tits from his crotch and lowered ler head toward his slanted prick. She gripped the base in her right hand, her lips opened and the big, sexy glans went slowly into her mouth.
Anna's too square, Anna thought. Anna's churchy and old fashioned. But she finally straddled her husband and gave him a fuck! Jill loves what she's doing. And Karl loves it, too. It's awful, but awfully sexy.
Jill's head moved teasingly up and down and Karl's expression of pleasure made Anna think of Doug's face when she had climbed over him and spread her thighs.
"Man, that's good, blondie!" Karl exclaimed. "Swing around."
Jill changed position. She lifted her mouth from his cock and spread her legs above Karl's face. Her left thigh prevented Anna from seeing the details, but it was very clear what was about to happen. He was going to suck her pussy!
"I thought you'd never ask, honey," Jill gurgled. "Ohhhhh, it's ready and willing!"
The curving of Jill's white soft rump, as he dug his fingers into her flesh, her moan of enjoyment as she began to lick his prickhead with her tongue, sent quirts of excitement along Anna's heating body. Anna had never seen anything like it in her life. If they finished this way, there was certainly no danger!
They're beasts, but they sure know how to have fun, Anna thought. I don't believe I could ever do it! Ohhh, but I need a climax. I need several climaxes. I'm dying for it!
Her right hand sneaked down to her pussy; she lifted the hem of the nightie and cupped her stinging, dripping cunt. She heard a kind of slushy, sucking noise from Jill's crotch. Her big sloping tits swayed against his belly, her head moved faster, up and down, up and down....
"Not too much, blondie," Karl said, his voice muffled by thighs and pussy.
Jill raised her mouth from his cock and giggled. "Sorry, honey. Make me come! You eat it real good."
In her wildest sex fantasies, Anna had never imagined young married couples talking this way. Jill was just plain rotten. Karl didn't want to climax yet, but Jill did. How could girls say such filthy words as eat and come? Maybe whores talked like that. Maybe that was why her father went on so many buying trips and didn't buy anything.
Jill's face began to look strained; her teeth showed, her head curved back, her big, white rump began to quiver.
"Ohhhhhh, it's coming real good!" Jill moaned loudly.
His tongue is plunging in her cunt, Anna thought wildly. She's going off! This is the sexiest thing I ever saw in my life! I have to come too! I can't bear it! Ohhhhhh!
Jill's whole, lush body shook, her big titties jiggled and swayed, her thighs flexed dramatically. A fierce, high squeal of ultimate delight came from her throat. Anna whipped her hand on her puffy cunt and clitoris. Sweet stabs of pleasure speared her crotch; she staggered and lost her balance! She fell forward against the door and crashed into the bedroom just as Jill bleated her last climax bleats!
An awful panorama unfolded in front of Anna's startled eyes. She jerked her hand from her pussy, tried to scramble to her feet, stumbled and fell again. The stings of joy still were raging through her loins; she gave up her efforts to clear out and shuddered through her orgasm. She was flat on her back. Jill uttered a croaky exclamation and swung her rump away from Karl's mouth; he raised his head, staring down at Anna.
"Ohhh, I'm sorry!" Anna wailed, crawling weakly to her feet. "I didn't mean to-I'm awful!" She held her hands over her face and tears of shame came from her eyes.
"Honey, don't feel bad," Jill giggled, recovering before Karl did. "We were making a lot of noise. I thought you'd be in humping Doug!"
Anna turned to leave. She wanted to crawl in a hole somewhere and die. She had been peeping and playing with herself and she had been caught!
"He-went to sleep," Anna muttered, starting through the door.
"Come back here," Karl laughed. Anna couldn't believe her ears!
"Yes, don't rush away, honey," Jill said. "I know Doug was drinking a lot. Stick around. I think we can have some fun!"
Anna hesitated. It was her own home. Red-faced, she sank into a chair near the door and closed the panel. She was in a state of erotic shock. Everything seemed far away, unreal. This just couldn't be happening! She was drunk and dreaming.
Jill left the bed and came over to stand beside Anna. She patted Anna's shoulder.
"Calm down, honey," Jill said soothingly. "We understand. You couldn't sleep and you heard us. Come on, relax. You look very sexy in that thin nightie."
"Man, you said it," Karl smiled. He was stretched at ease on his back, his prick still as hard as ever.
"Why don't I go in and wake up Doug, and you stay here with Karl, huh?" Jill murmured. "We can all get a little strange stuff!"
"Ohhhh, I don't know what to do!" Anna cried, hiding her face.
"Well, honey, swapping couldn't be any worse than what you were doing," Jill said. "Don't be so uptight. If Doug's really passed out, I can come back and all three of us can have some fun."
"Yeah," Karl laughed. "You got this far, you might as well swing out."
Anna shivered. She was trapped! They didn't think it was so bad because she had peeped and played with her pussy.
"You want another drink, honey?" Jill asked.
"N-nooo, I'm all right." I might as well do it, she thought. I do need a good sexing. Karl's prick is very fascinating!
"Okay," she said, smiling up at Jill.
"That's the way to go, honey," Jill giggled. "I'll see if I can get Doug's cock hard!"
She patted Anna again, winked at Karl and slipped through the bedroom door, closing it behind her. Anna trembled wildly. This was the nitty-gritty. Real swap. She was going to have sex with another girl's husband.
"Come on over and be sociable, Anna," Karl smiled. This isn't Wesley."
"Well, I should say not!" Anna laughed, as the tension began to leave her. She stood up and walked to the bed. The bright light didn't bug her now. She had watched them do their turnaround thing and Jill had had her cunt sucked! She dropped down at Karl's left, resting her head on a pillow. He rolled on his left side, his right hand sliding under the hem of her nightie, in between her silky, warm thighs. His big, hard cock was wet on the head; it was dark and thick and hairy at the base.
"Open up and let me play with it, Anna. I didn't think I'd ever get a crack at the sexiest girl around the old home town."
"Oh, I'm not that sexy," she giggled.
"I watched you grow up," he murmured. His fingers slipped between her moistened labia and he found her clitoris. "I sure hated it when Doug got that cherry of yours."
"You're filthy," Anna breathed, shivering. Stings of delight radiated from her cunt. His finger slipped juicily into her pussy.
"Man, a nice snug one," he grinned. "Isn't Doug giving you enough prick cutie?"
"Don't talk about him," Anna gasped. "Just go ahead and do it."
"Hell, we got all night," he said. "I want to really enjoy this."
She shuddered and spread her legs. A very faint bed sound came from the other room. Jill would be starting her thing with Doug.
I'm a slut; I'm as bad as she is, Anna thought. I could have returned to Doug. But Jill and Karl know. And I like Karl's finger! I need it! I need plenty of it. Mouth and cock and everything!
"Play with my cock, cutie," he murmured, aiming his mouth at her titties. One of them had slipped out of her nightie. His lips went around a dark brown nipple, his finger went back and forth in her heating pussy. Ohhhhh, delicious! A new man was fondling her body. Not so new, really. She had known him much longer than she had known Doug.
She reached for Karl's prick, held it. Sweet tremors of delight fanned out from her cunt. Her nipple was stiffening in his mouth. She wanted to be a swinger now. She raised her hips and panted.
"Ohhhhh, I love it, honey!"
"That's a mighty sweet cunt, Anna."
"Are you-going to-eat it for me?" she dared.
He laughed, releasing her nipple. "Yeah. Are you pretty good with a cock in your lips?"
"I'll sure try hard," she breathed. His finger toyed with her clit. The lances of joy turned sweeter, sharper. "Ohhhh!"
"You need a come right now, cutie," he said, his mouth returning to her tender nipple. He sucked it slowly, delectably. His finger moved faster in her pussy. She was hunching, letting go. She had learned by watching Jill. Ohhhh, it was starting! Yes, yes, yes! He was very good with his hand. Sugary pulses gripped her crotch. She moaned and the swift beats of her sexy delight brought a fierce cry from her lips. It was so good, party good, quick good and ohhhhh, deep good!
"Ohhh-Ohhhhhhh!" she wailed. "Ohh, oh, ohhhh!"
The stinging spasms ripped her cunt. She kicked and bucked and panted like a filthy bitch. She was running up a hill and she was tumbling over into a trough of dirty, sexy pleasure. Karl was making her come. He really knew how.
"Ohhhhh, honey!" she sighed, bathed with delectable relief. She discovered she was still gripping his cock. Wonderful!
Jill entered the master bedroom, shivery with erotic anticipation. Her big tits needed more man touches and kisses, her cunt ached for sliding prick. She'd had just enough to drink to make her reckless; her come with Karl had been just a teaser.
I haven't had a new prick since I married Karl, she thought. We talked about swapping, but never got around to it. Tonight's the nightl I'd rather fuck Doug than some of those guys around Wesley.
He was asleep. She turned the lamp on bright and flipped the covers from his body. Even soft, his cock had a wild appeal; she was sure it would be longer than Karl's when she got it good and hard. She had held it in her hand out near the pool and she had felt it belch a load of come.
"Wake up, stud," she giggled, fingering his prick. She sat on the rim of the bed. Her heart pounded, she was breathing fast already.
Just imagine. Poor Anna had peeped and fingered her cunt and lost her balance. What a surprise to see her tumbling into the room in the middle of her climax! Jill's quick thinking had saved the day, though. She knew why Doug had passed out; he had broken his nuts in her hand. Obviously he had been drinking before she and Karl arrived. A new pussy could work wonders with a limp prick.
Doug muttered and opened his eyes. He shook his head, then stared. His mouth fell open.
"Hey, am I dreaming?" he blurted.
"Anna's having a party with Karl, honey," Jill giggled, feeling his cock begin to stiffen. "This is our chance."
"Sonofabitch!" he cried, reaching for her big, sloping tits. She scooted nearer, curving her fleshy hills forward. His fingers sank into her breast cones, squeezing. His prick swelled in her hand. She teased the glans, drawing the taut foreskin slowly downward.
"How the hell did you talk her into it, baby?" he grinned.
"I'll tell you later, honey. Like my titties, huh?"
"Right!" he exclaimed. He roved his hand from one tumid nipple to the other. Honeyed thrills raced down to her dripping cunt. She opened her thighs so he could see her fuck hole. His dark eyes gleamed with screw fever.
"Want me to suck it before I fuck it, honey?" she laughed.
"Some," he grinned. "I'm not going to come as fast as I did before."
"I liked that," she giggled. "You sure shot a big load."
She crawled on the bed, spreading her thighs over his knees, and brought her mouth down to the knob of his cock. She held the shaft in her right hand. Next to fucking she loved having a rigid hunk of malemeat in her mouth or a male tongue sliding in her cunt. She would wait awhile for that. They had all night! Unless Anna balked....
Jill touched her eager tongue to the wet, red cockhead, circled it delicately, loving the tensed shaft in her guiding hand. She rubbed her cunt on his shins. Ohhhh, it was wonderful having a new man to screw! Her pussy was very wet, her clit was erect and stinging. Her lips fluttered around his glans; she lowered her head slowly and took about three inches of hot meat into her mouth. His shiver of pleasure was answered with a rippling tremor in her crotch and tits.
"Great, great!" he breathed.
She moved her fingers to his big, hairy drivers and caressed them gently. The warm man aroma blended through her nostrils into her turned-on senses. She pressed her opened twat firmly against a shin and hunched. Sugary nuances of pleasure made her shiver. She coiled her tongue across his cockhead, loving every wild second of it.
"Baby, you sure know how to eat cock," he panted. "Loooook, that's about enough-for now...."
She raised her head and smiled. "Want some hot cunt around it now, honey?"
"The swinging blonde from the hick town, eh?" he grinned.
"I love to swing this big ass, honey!" she gurgled. "You and Anna will have to come up our way for a visit."
"Let's see how good you are with that pussy," he chuckled.
Jill shuddered and crawled into her favorite fucking position. She wanted to have as much meat as possible just in case Anna fizzled out. They could enjoy some of the fancy variations later.
"Here it comes, honey," she panted, finding his knob with her eager cunt, driving the hot glans into her slit, up and up and up into her famished cunt. Ohhhh, it was longer than Karl's pole. The poke of it against her cervix brought a moan of delight from her throat.
"Right on!" he cried, pushing his hips higher. His hands returned to her bulgy, achy tits. With his cock buried deep, she tightened her vaginal muscles, a thing she had been practicing recently after reading about it in one of the new sex manuals.
His eyes opened wide, his fingers dug deeply into her titflesh.
"Baby, that's something!" he gasped.
She began to roll her hips, around and around. She paused, then stroked up and down, slowly up and down, and rested again. She clenched her cunt and the sweet nuances of joy almost reached a hot culmination.
"Ohhhhh, that's good prick!" she gasped. "I'm going to go off, honey. Can you hold it?"
"I think so," he breathed.
"Uhhhhh," she gasped, stroking carefully. "This is the way to go! It's coming, honey! Just a little more. Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh!"
She squealed as the rich, hot throb of his come-gun racked her loins. She bounced and hunched and stroked, pounding his cockhead against her womb. Her tits swayed, her busy rump was hammering, whamming! The slide of her clit on his shaft gunned her passion; she wished her cunt would tighten on his meat, but she hadn't perfected that; she was too busy sliding hot cock in her corning cunt!
Gasping for air, she slowed her lunges and finished with the dreamy thrills cascading from her twat up to her tits and back again to her prick-filled, fun hole. The nuances of cunty relief were extra delicious. A new prick made coming real big and hard!
Sagging down on his body, pillowing her burning tits into his chest, she panted her pleasure.
"Ohhhh, that was a quickie goody come, honey; don't you wish you'd got some of this when you were chasing Anna?"
His cock tensed in her cunny. "Shit, yes!"
"There's lots more," she breathed. "You want to fuck awhile now?"
"You're doing just fine, baby," he murmured, squeezing her ass with his hands. She felt the warm cunt oozings around the base of his cock. She tightened her muscles again.
"Yeahhhh!" he groaned.
"Come with me this time, honey," she panted, starting to fuck. "Shoot it away up in there. Make my pussy come real big again!"
"It won't take long now," he muttered. "I'll blow it clear out of your asshole!"
She raised up so he could hold her tits and began to stroke. Swap fun, fuck fun. The bed creaked its sensuous rhythms.
CHAPTER 7
"Want to crawl on top, curie?" Karl said to Anna. His finger was sliding delectably in her cunt; he was nuzzling her titties again.
She hated to move, she hoped he would go ahead and mount her. The lights bothered her, her conscience bothered her; it kept saying no, no, but her cunt kept saying yes, yes, yes!
"Whatever you want," she said, hearing the unmistakable rattle of bedsprings from the other bedroom.
Doug is fucking Jill, Anna thought. She woke him up. I might as well be a complete slut! I may lose Doug; I'm sure Jill knows how to fuck, but I'm going to get mine, tool I loved top-riding; I'll show Karl I'm turning into a swinger.
She let go of his prick. His finger came out of her stinging pussy, and she straddled him as she had straddled Doug. Her nightie was off; he had complete freedom with her titties. He stared greedily at her body as he stroked her tits and tweaked her stiff, brown nipples.
"You should wear tight sweaters and no bra and show these off, he chuckled.
"Maybe I will," she breathed, dropping her cunt toward his prickhead. She was about to commit the awful original sin, adultery. But wild horses couldn't have kept her pussy from the cocky allure of a new man. She wasn't playing with herself, this was the real live thing!
Her wet labia touched his glans; she felt the delicious yielding of her tender flesh around his knob; his hands gripped her tits; his eyes grew very large. Thighs shaking, she lowered her bottom. The knob went upward about an inch and suddenly stopped! A stab of pain made her wince. Something was happening to her pussy; it wasn't relaxing! His prick was thicker than Doug's prick, his cockhead was larger, but not that large!
"Ohhh!" she gasped, raising slightly. She loved the burning connection, as far as it went. She ached for meaty penetration.
"Hell," he muttered. "Push harder!"
She tried again, her thighs trembling from the strain of her awkward position. She had taken Doug's prick easily enough. She put more pressure into it. Again the pain made her lift
"Ohhhh-I'm sorry!" she cried.
He seized her hips and raised his prick! A stinging hurt made her whimper; she felt her membranes stretch, stretch! The knob was going up! The hurt lingered, but the feel of rigid cock in her burning cunt washed the worst of it away.
I've got it up in my cunt! she thought. I don't care if it does hurt a little. It's different, it's filling my cunt! Ohhhhhh, things are better now. Yes, yes! It's good and tight. Tight and good! I love it, I love it!
She started stroking, and the slide of prick had never been sweeter! She was doing the awful, dirty and forbidden thing, and her cunt didn't know the difference. It was stretched around a virile cock; it was sending darty thrills up her spine, down her legs and across her loins.
I lost my fear of cock and I'm having the time of my life! she thought. I like it up here; I'm fucking and fucking. I'm going to have as much fun as Jill is having. I finally went off with Doug and I'm going to go off around Karl's prick the very first time.
She felt the first sweet throbs of her climax; his hands fell from her hips and she stroked wildly, beating his loins with her moistened cunt and vestibule, driving his big knob deep into her vagina.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she shouted fiercely. "Ohhhh, oh, oh, ohhh!"
The throbby waves of delight fanned to every corner of her body, tits and arms and thighs and even her anus! She was chug-chugging, rocking the bed, her hips flying. She was a dirty bitch in heat, and her fun thing was exploding, shooting, erupting! She heard his grunt of pleasure; she felt the heavenly swell and pulse of his cock, and then his shake and shudder as he spewed his cockjuice in her aching cunt!
Her nipples stiffened in his palms; the lances of joy beat and beat at her wall of shyness and old-fashioned reserve. The wall crashed down. She was coming, coming, coming! It went on and on. She was still hunching when his cock began to soften, and she felt his hands push her eager cunt away. She tumbled away at his left, her hips shaking, lifting....
"Man, that was some fuck!" Karl panted, his half-hard pecker lying across his belly, white come juice oozing from the hole.
At first she wanted to hide her face to cover her shame. But that wasn't playing the swap game. She had gone wild on his prick, and now it was time to fondle his prick and suck it and play around. It was time to giggle and wiggle and show him what a good sack bunny she really was.
I'm glad you liked it, honey," she smiled. "I had a wonderful climax!"
"You must have had two or three," he chuckled.
"I guess I lost count," she giggled. It was easy to be slutty. And ohhhh, so much fun! Nothing really close and personal in it. Just sex. She was used to that after so many years of masturbating; but she had expected big things of her marriage. Perhaps she had expected too much. I went off harder with Karl than I ever did with Doug.
Andy Sellers was almost ready to finish his festivities with Kathi and Wendy Allerson. They had been to the goddamn bathroom so many times he had lost count. They were very fastidious, anyway. Looking sexy was part of their work. Of course, he had washed his cock several times, too. He had held his last shot about as long as he could, and it was Kathi's turn for a gush of joy juice.
At the moment he had his mouth on Kathi's cunt and his right hand on her sister's twat. They were sprawled side by side, exchanging tit feels and tongue kisses. Their Lesbian activities didn't bug him. Any two girls who would share a man on the same bed were inclined that way. Of course they had tried to pretend they didn't usually fuck each other, because incest was a bad word, but he really didn't care.
He was giving them their jollies; that was the big item.
"I don't think I can come again, honey," Kathi panted.
He lifted his mouth from her freshly cleaned and perfumed pussy.
"Sure you can, honey," Wendy giggled. This time he's going to give you some prick."
"Right," Andy smiled, kneading Kathi's soft assflesh.
He wiggled his finger in Wendy's box and thumbed her clitoris.
"Faster, honey!" Wendy gasped. "Hit me harder."
"Climb over your sister and let her suck it off," he grinned at Wendy. His finger came out of her cunt. She shuddered.
"Ohh, you're mean!" she cried.
"Come on, honey," Kathi exclaimed. "I'll finish it for you."
He watched Wendy unscramble from her finger fucking position and swing her thighs over her sister's mouth. Kathi slid her hands across Wendy's rump, urging the opened cunt lower. His view was very interesting. The sleek lines of Wendy's thighs, the cute pucker of her asshole, the wet pink tongue slipping upward, invading the blonde cunt hair, and finally the Lesbian insertion....
"Ohhhh, hell!" Wendy cried joyfully. "It's good!"
Andy grinned and crawled forward between Kathi's angled-out thighs. Her tongued and readied cunt was as slick and expanded as it would ever be. The puffed coral, inner labia drew his cock; he nestled his stinging cockhead into her cunt slit and eased it slowly inward. The silky opened thighs clamped his body; her hips raised and a low moan of delight was muffled by Wendy's cunt. He was looking right at Wendy's rump. His knob slithered snugly into Kathi's twat; her shiver of delight sharpened his thrall. He drove his cockpole deep; she hunched knowingly, her hands sinking into his chest. He didn't expect any vaginal tightening or spasming and he didn't get it. But it was fine and hot and eager.
Wendy whimpered; he heard the sucking noises from her crotch as Kathi ate the down-curved pussy. He bladed the cunt with slow, measured strokes. Wendy had begged for an orgy and she was having her wish. Her ass curve didn't prevent him from lowering his mouth to Kathi's sweet, pink nipples.
She raised her tits higher, her silky thighs quivered against his ribs. He paused after three lingering fuck strokes and kissed her nipples into erotic hardness. He was having another fantasy about Claudia. Young white tits and young white cunt were very delightful; he appreciated the willingness of the sexy twins, but when he closed his eyes he seemed to be fucking the dusky temptress again!
In fast and out slow, that was the way Claudia liked it. Goddamn! Kathi's twat had a clinging tightness, a luscious warmth; she loved cock, but it just wasn't like Claudia's active pussy. She had almost spoiled him. She gave everything with gusto and controlled savage abandon. She was too much, man. He was going to find her, and if she would go for it, he was going to keep her around.
Jab, jab, jab, then another pause while the sex tension mounted in his groin. He was bringing Kathi along with him. She had said she couldn't break her cookies again, but he knew better.
"Make me come!" Wendy panted, her bottom wiggling dramatically. While he sucked Kathi's titties, the hair of his head was rubbing into Wendy's rump. He didn't go for asshole kissing. He didn't care to lean his weight on one arm while he fingered her anus, either. She would make the scene without it.
Poke, poke, poke, another rest. He tensed his cock and felt Kathi's legs quiver. A very faint flutter of her twat lips gratified his ego. She moaned into her sister's cunt, her ass bucked upward. Again, again, faster. She was going off. He had held his juice long enough. He braced his feet and arms and lengthened his prick strokes. Away out, away in deep.
A sobbing squeal from Wendy excited his nerves to the point of exploding. Slam, slam, thrust, into the cunty pudding. Right on. His nuts bunched for his shot; he felt Kathi's nipples stiffen in orgasmic delight, the shaking and quivering of her legs and ass brought the burning fuck charge roaring from his achy love sac. It flamed to the head of his cock and spurted into the restless cunt. He hammered her with boarish lunges; he touched the core of her trigger-happy senses, and in a dream he thought he heard Claudia shouting her savage shout of ultimate rapture. He pumped the rest of his fuck shot deep into her joy hole. The spasmic jerk of her legs, the primitive upfucking of her ass, gave him his go off kicks. Kathi knew how to skin a cock, she was very good!
Waves of relief washed his crotch and cockhead; he wiggled his tool in her cunt until the starch was out of it He sighed and pulled out, rolling over on his back. Wendy was finishing her tongue come, whimpering and wiggling her cunt into her sister's mouth. Finally, she, too, lifted and fell away at Kathi's right.
Kathi wiped her moistened face and puffy lips on a towel, smiling at Andy.
"You sure can use that prick, honey."
"Not as often as I wish I could," he grinned.
"Oh, I love waiting for it and having all that fun before I get it," she breathed.
"I'd like to call you girls again," he said.
"We'll call you Andy," Wendy giggled. "Just as soon as we recover!"
The fuck party was over. He swung off the bed and started to dress.
Anna Stevens came out of the bathroom and started to return to the guest bedroom where Karl was waiting for her. Jill had been in the bathroom earlier, and in going back to the master bedroom she had left the door open. Her low, sexy laughter came clearly to Anna's ears...." didn't tell you how we got Anna to go along, did IP"
"I sure as hell wondered about it," Doug chuckled.
"You went to sleep on her," Jill answered. "I left our door open on purpose. I thought if you two heard Karl and me fucking, she might get some ideas. Well, I didn't know you were asleep. She heard us, all right She came over and peeked in the bedroom."
Doug laughed, and the sound stabbed Anna's senses.
"I was rubbing my tits on Karl's prick," Jill giggled. "Anna didn't know I could see her in a mirror! I put on a good show, honey. She started playing sticky finger. She got so excited she lost her balance and fell against the door! She had a come, all right. She was so ashamed she couldn't say 'no.' Aren't you giving her enough cock?"
"Hell, she's always afraid of getting knocked up," Doug answered. A small silence followed. The bed creaked and Doug's voice continued. "Say, I like that tit play!"
Oh, she's a clever slut, Anna thought. But I do love Karl's prick! Right now I'm glad it happened. I've gone this far; I might as well enjoy the rest of a night with a new man.
"Are you going to eat it for me now, honey?" Jill laughed.
"Right! I haven't had much of that lately. Not at home, anyway."
"About time you broke Anna in, isn't it?" Jill answered.
Anna shivered, her face turned hot. She couldn't bear to hear any more. It was plain that Doug had been screwing and sucking some other girl. She hoped it was Kathi! She still couldn't understand why she didn't resent Kathi the way she did Jill. Or if she did understand, she didn't care to admit it.
She started toward the master bedroom, but a lewd fascination made her turn and slip up to the room where Doug and Jill were having fun. She peeked through the doorway. She felt a stinging shock in her pussy. Jill was on her back, two pillows behind her blonde head, her heavy white thighs pulled far apart. Her lightly fuzzed cunt was puffed and wet; her hands were kneading her big, rounded tits. Doug was in the act of moving to his hands and knees; his head dropped to the uptilted cunt.
"Bring me off real nice and slow, honey," Jill giggled. "A good tongue is almost as good as prick!"
Doug didn't answer. He crouched and pushed his face into Jill's pussy, his head moved slowly up and down. He was traveling his tongue on her cunt slit.
"Ohhh, that's the way to go, honey," she breathed.
Anna shuddered; her envy of Jill rose another notch. She jerked her eyes from the filthy scene and almost ran back to the other bedroom. As she entered, Karl looked at her naked body and grinned.
"For a while I thought you weren't coming back, Anna."
"I wouldn't miss the rest of it for anything," she said bravely. She ran to the bed and arranged pillows and opened her thighs, tipping her cunt up just as Jill had tipped hers. "Eat me, honey. Eat me slow and make me come!"
"Yeah," he said. His dark eyes had that eager lust gleam again. "You sure changed fast."
"Well, you suck Jill's pussy, don't you?"
He nodded, crawling between her opened legs. "How're they doing in there?"
He thinks I peeped because I did before, she thought. And he's so right. I don't care. I don't care about anything. This whole thing is cheap and raw. I have to face it Doug married me because my parents are wealthy and I'm the only heir. Karl and Jill married so they'd have more rich farm land. I thought Doug loved me. How ridiculous! He didn't try very hard to break me in. He was screwing other girls before he met me, and he won't stop. Ohhhhh, what a mess.
"I heard the bed rattling, so I guess they're fucking," Anna replied. She had to get in one little jab. "I think Jill's been wanting to make it with Doug for a long time."
Karl shrugged and slipped his hands under Anna's rump. "So what? Remember when we used to dance at school dances? I asked you outside one time and you turned me down cold. I used to wonder how it would be getting in your panties. The other guys weren't making you."
Anna remembered suddenly. She had almost forgotten because Karl had been around all the time. It was true she never went 'outside' with guys.
I finally found out how to have fun," she smiled.
"Doug isn't giving you enough, though," he said. His mouth was very close to her pussy.
She trembled. "I suppose you can, huh?"
He did make me climax awfully hard, she thought, lacing her fingers in his curly hair.
"Wait and see, Anna," he murmured. His lips touched her waiting cunt; his tongue entered the stinging slit. A strange thing was happening. She felt a closeness, an intimacy, with Karl she had never known with her own husband! It had started earlier, of course. Her violent orgasm was the first indication; now the sensation was stronger.
"Ohhh, honey," she whispered. "I love it! I never had it this way before. Just eat me and eat me!" With his hands guiding her hips into the right position, his lips and tongue began to feed her passionate hungers. He was sipping gently at her cunt; his blade as sliding delectably across her burning clitoris; the sugar-coated thrills fanned out from her crotch. She was yielding and giving in a new, relaxed way. She didn't care where he had learned to suck pussy so expertly; she was enjoying the fruits of his experience. Her hands swept around to her titties; they were hard and peaked and the brown nipples larger and longer than she had ever seen them! She stroked her breasts with slow dreamy tickles. His tongue traveled sweetly up and down her cunty crevice; his fingers kneaded her soft assflesh.
"Ohhhh, I believe you, Karl," she panted. "It's just wonderful!"
The young man from my home town is doing more for my cunt than the dashing man from California ever did, she thought airily. I love his big, thick cock; it fits so snugly in my pussy! I know I'll get more of it. I want to learn how to suck it and give him his pleasure that way. After while I want to do a turnaround with him. Ohhhhhhh!
His mouth fastened more firmly to her flaming cunt; his tongue began to wiggle deeper, deeper. She felt a luscious, faint movement inside her vagina. Ligaments and nerves were responding in a new sweet way! Her need for release was so terribly sharp and good that she moaned with joyful anticipation. Her titties were firming into cones of silky warmth, her fears and inhibitions were flying away, far far away. She kinked her thighs back even farther.
His lips pressed into the upper reach of her pussy; his tongue began a teasing, sensuous coiling around her burning clit. This wasn't wrong or degenerate-his mouth seemed to belong on her cunt! The stabs of pleasure reached a new, dizzy height of sensation; her sex thing felt an inch long! Her nerves screamed for release; every facet of her being was focused on her stinging cunt. It was beginning to happen!
His sucks and kisses quickened; she floated up the sweet slope toward culmination. She reached it just as the first excruciating pulses of her climax ripped her crotch. She screamed with joy!
She was going off, ohhhhhh, off and off and off! Her legs shook, her rump lifted, her hands flew on her stiffened nipples. The honeyed beating had never been so quick and sweet and good! Lances of delight fled along her legs, across her heaving belly and up to her titties and back again to her cunt. Hot fingers seemed to grip her whole vaginal length and squeeze it; her muscles were throbbing and tightening. That particular slice of heaven was short lived, but the sensations in her clit went on and on and on. She drifted in a red-hazed twilight as the balm of release trickled to every corner of her being. It was the most delicious after sensation she had ever known....
His playful tongue parried with her labia and tender clitoris until her whole body softened; he was lapping her cunt juices, drinking at the fountain of her relaxing, expanded and turned-on cunt!
"Ohhhhhh, honey," she sighed, her hands returning to his face and hair. His head lifted, a look of wonder was in his dark, burning eyes.
"Man, that was something, Anna!"
"Ohhh, it was-for me! What about you?"
"I can wait a while, darling."
The way he said it took away her fingering doubts about the sense of dirtiness she had felt before. He must care for her a little!
Her thighs lowered slowly, he rested his head on her belly, his hands still gripping her rump.
"I wish I'd gone outside with you years ago," she breathed.
He nodded. "I didn't know much about girls then, Anna." His head lifted, he stared at her as though he was seeing more than just a swap bunny, a cheap party wife. "I wish things had been different, Anna. I really do."
"I-do, too, now," she quavered.
A sudden knock on the bedroom door shattered her cozy warmth, her feeling of being wanted and really appreciated.
Jill swung breezily into the room. She was naked, her big tits swayed as she waved her plump body.
"That's the way to go, lads," she laughed. "Lets all get together now and have a real party!"
CHAPTER 8
"I thought it was time for a break and a drink," Jill said. She rested possessively beside Doug on the living room sofa. Anna was mixing fresh highballs, her hands rather shaky. After another trip to the bathroom she had put on a thin, short wrapper. The others were naked. Karl sat in a big chair not far from the sofa. Anna felt he would rather be alone with her, and she was sure she would rather. But Jill wanted to mix things up, have a 'party.' Obviously Doug liked the plan, too. He had a smug, satisfied look on his face.
"Why don't you take that nightie thing off, Anna?" he asked banteringly.
"She's still a modest, small-town girl, honey," Jill answered.
Anna had already decided she could be just as brazen as her girl friend. Her last violent orgasm with Karl had been so revealing, so thought provoking that she did want to sort out some of the wild ideas that were tumbling through her mind. She was sure Karl was having ideas of his own; he hadn't said much since the break in festivities. But his eyes and his manner said a great deal.
Would he consider divorcing Jill and marrying me? she wondered. Maybe I'm just half drunk on liquor and sex. Maybe I have it all wrong!
Anna passed the drinks around, then perched on the arm of Karl's chair. She smiled across at Jill. I'll show her, Anna thought.
"What the fuck are we waiting for, honey? You wanted a party. Do something."
'Well, listen to that!" Jill cackled, rubbing her thigh against Doug's leg. "Don't you want to wash your mouth out with soap, honey?"
"She's quite a swinger," Karl said. Anna thanked him with a look.
Jill stood up. She faced Doug and began to undulate her hips, letting her thighs widen slowly.
"I heard about this new game the young couples are playing at beaches," she laughed. "Kind of like the way they dance, a yard, or so apart."
"Hell, is that all?" Doug chortled.
"No, honey," Jill cooed. "The girl looks at the guy's cock and plays with herself until she's almost ready to come. The guy doesn't touch his prick. When the gal starts to go off, she makes the connection. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
Anna trembled, finishing her drink. "Well, yes. Let's go, go."
Karl moved to the sofa, taking one end while Doug took the other.
"What do they call this game, blondie?" Doug asked.
"'Come To Me'," Jill giggled. "Get some good big hard-ons, you guys. We need lots of inspiration."
Anna moved over in front of Karl and dropped her wrapper. Jill was starting her dance, waving her big white rump back and forth, swaying her large tits. Her hands lifted to them; she stroked the undersides to accent their thrust. She fluttered her tongue between her lips. She arched her pussy out and made coital motions.
"Very good, baby," Doug laughed. "Aren't you going to play with your cunt?"
"Give me time, honey," Jill giggled. "Say, Anna. Didn't you tell me you had two, beautiful, young airline stewardesses for neighbors?"
"Well, yes," Anna said, puzzled.
"Don't you ever invite them over for a drink?" Jill asked, still rubbing her tits.
"We shouldn't spoil these guys," Anna laughed. "But it might be an idea some other day."
"Work on it, Anna, " Karl smiled.
"They're identical twins," Doug offered. "Maybe one of them would be enough!"
"The more the hairier," Jill quipped. "Like nowsville!"
"God, you're corny," Anna laughed.
"Get busy and swing that cute ass of yours, honey," Jill said dryly. "I'll bet I can come before you do!"
"You're on," Anna said.
"The word is 'off,' honey," Jill cackled.
"Hell, quit yakking and go on with the contest," Doug grinned. "Before you two leave we'll get something going with the twins, I hope."
Anna trembled and spread her thighs, imitating Jill's sensual gyrations. She was glad she had taken another drink. In spite of her determination to be as bold and daring as Jill, she hated the idea of masturbating in front of anyone. She wished they could just pair off again and continue with the screwing in private. Wasn't plain swapping enough for Jill? Even Karl seemed rather embarrassed by his wife's dirty words and behavior.
I want to have another one of those hard, jazzy or gasms with Karl, Anna thought. I don't believe I can do it with Doug watching. Somehow he cools me. I guess I'm seeing him now as he really is. And maybe I'm seeing myself as I really am. A bitch.
She danced, wiggling her hips, curving her breasts out, opening her thighs so Karl could see her pussy. She rocked her cunt back and forth, breathing faster. Karl's thick cock was standing up and so was Doug's long, slender prick. The whole scene was very wild. Jill's hands moved faster on her tits, she squeezed them and played with her nipples.
"Stand up and dance in front of me, Doug!" she panted. "Like the teenagers do."
Doug's face was turning very red; he rose from the sofa and moved near Jill. Karl stood in front of Anna. She stared at his cock and inched toward him, her hips working swiftly, around and around, back and forth. Jill's lusty hunching was more abandoned, her cunt slit glistened with fresh juices.
"I'm getting there, stud!" she gasped.
"Come on, baby," Doug urged. "You're going to be a winner."
Anna tried to concentrate on Karl; she stared hard at his luscious, hard cock and her right hand dropped to her cunt. She knew she couldn't reach a climax just by twisting her body and fondling her titties.
"Hell with the rules," Karl muttered. He pulled Anna's hand from her crotch and replaced it with his own. Anna shuddered and lurched against him, arms around his neck, her burning titties mashed into his broad, tanned chest. His finger slipped sweetly into her cunny.
"Yes, yes!" she panted, hunching on his imitation prick. She didn't give a damn now about Doug and Jill. She closed her fingers around Karl's beautiful stiff cock, kissed his neck and rolled her breasts on his torso.
Behind her more action was taking place. She heard a thud, and suddenly Jill was on her back and Doug was between her heavy thighs, driving his cock into her pussy! His pokes and the flexing of his rump muscles told clearly where his prick was buried.
Jill moaned loudly, swinging her legs even farther apart. Anna tore her eyes from the fucking couple on the floor; she breathed in Karl's ear.
"Honey, let's get out of here!"
"Yeah," he said thickly.
They drew apart and walked around Doug and Jill. Jill's eyes were closed, her face was twisted with lust. Doug was jabbing in bursts-primitive goaty hunches. His chest was mashed to her big tits, he was starting to groan and tremble.
Karl hurried Anna along the hallway and into the guest bedroom where they had had their fuck fun earlier. She tumbled on the bed, on her back, wanting him close above her now, where a man really belonged. He mounted swiftly, she didn't have to steer his wet-headed prick to the target. Her cunt lifted and his big, hot glans snugged delectably into her steaming, burning pussy flesh. His first virile drive brought a wild shout from her throat.
"This is where you belong, cutie," he panted, goring her cunt again.
"Yeeeesss!" she wailed. "Yes! Give me plenty of prick, honey! I love it, love it!"
His shiver of pleasure as he poised carefully above her, not mashing her, brought an answering shiver deep in her cock-filled pussy. He began to fuck her. In hard and deep, out, pause, then in again! The muscles that had stirred around his diving prick before began to respond again. Delectable little flutterings of her vagina, the sweet hot cling of her cunt flesh to his gliding cock, soared her toward another summit of delight.
He nuzzled her achy titties with loving care; he sipped at her nipples and honey seemed to drip from her spikes into his mouth. It was a crazy sensation she had never known before! Her breasts were deliciously alive to his lips and mouth. He was possessing her cunt; he was taking charge of her need and building it slowly and sweetly toward a pinnacle of utter rapture.
The tensing of his prick when he paused between strokes aroused answering flexings of her cunt muscles. It was the sexiest thing she had ever experienced, this blending of manflesh in girlflesh; the slick hot sliding of his cock was sugar and spice and all that nice stuff. She didn't give a damn where her diaphragm was. For the second time in her life she wanted a hot prickhead spewing come all over the inside of her cunt and womb. Again every nerve in her body awakened to the call of plunging prick; she was all cunt and he was all cock! The excruciating seconds ticked by, she was rising, rising. His fuck strokes were drawing her into a sex cloud. Her cunt tensed, she heard his shuddery cry of rising passion, then his loud moan as the big wand began to throb and pound into her eager cunt.
She screamed. The heavenly beat and pound of her joy broke the tension in her loins, her muscles clenched and churned around his jabbing, stabbing cock! Voluptuous convulsive tightenings of her pussy were wilder than before. She was skimming from one peak of joy into another, then another! She was going off all over, all over, and over again....She could feel the spurting of his come; it was gushing i at the door of her womb while his dreamy cockhead i flexed, pounded, flexed, pounded until the bed shook and her rump seemed to fly apart. The slick clasp of her cuntflesh around his shrinking cock pulled the last sugary nuances of comejoy from her loins. He sank down on her; she tightened her legs around him and felt the warm bedding of his nuts against her flushed, drippy cuntlips. They were close and true. She wanted to be mashed into the bed with his weight, and she had her wish. There couldn't possibly be anything evil or dirty or wrong about this shivery union of prick and cunt. It was utterly delightful!
He started to lift away and her arms and legs tightened around him.
"Oh, please don't take it out, honey," she panted happily.
He sighed. His cock was turning hard again! "God, that was the best I ever had, Anna."
"Oh, yes, yes!" she breathed. "What're we going to do about it?"
"I don't know yet, but I've got to have you, Anna!"
"After all I've done?"
"Hell, I know you better than that. You were putting it on for them. I can tell you haven't been around. We'll work it all out, Anna. How would you like to come back home and live?"
Her heart pounded furiously. She clenched him with arms and legs and pushed her cunt upward, feeling the thick length of his cock swell and stiffen. It began to fill her pussy.
"I'd love it with you, honey," she whispered.
Jill dug her heels into the carpet and met Doug's measured fuck strokes. On the downhunches his knob struck a hot depth that Karl's prick seldom touched. She didn't have to pull her knees even with her chin to enjoy that dreamy pounding. The extra inch or so of Doug's prick was the big, big fuck difference. And she loved every pound, every sweet jab.
Although she had trained Karl well, some of the country square corners still hadn't been worn smooth. Doug would do anything! He liked her screw talk, her big, sensitive tits. They understood each other. He was basically a chaser, and so was she. Ever since he had come out to her father's ranch selling machinery, she had wanted in his pants; she had let him know it, but he had already started going with Anna.
I'm going to take him away from her, Jill thought. We could have great times together, swapping with swinging California couples. Anna isn't really with it. I practically blackmailed her into this swap. Karl thinks her pussy is really something. Okay, he can have it! My folks will see I have enough money; Doug makes good money. Karl and Anna are hicks; they deserve each other!
"Ohhhh, you fuck beautifully, honey," she panted. "I never had it so good!"
"We really come together, don't we, baby?" he chuckled, resting a moment. He raised his torso and began kissing her upcurved tits.
"How would you like to have all of this cunt you wanted, honey?" she whispered, hunching lustily upward. "And titties too!"
"Sonofabitch!" he muttered. "You mean it?"
"Right! I love California. We could have swinging parties and the whole bit"
He trembled, his prick tensed in her eager pussy. He dropped his handsome face between her bulgy tits and pushed his cock to the very bottom of her cunt. She moaned with pleasure.
"We talk the same language, baby," he muttered. "Hell, yes! I'll go for it"
"Ohhhhh, wonderful!" she gasped. "Now, give me a nice, slow fuck! Make me come about five times! Ohhhhh. Right on! Hit me hard, honey. I just can't get enough of your wonderful prick!"
A new eagerness in his manner quickened her passion. He took a tender, pink nipple in his mouth and she met his hunches with lusty abandon. When he jammed it deep, his hairy nuts slapped her vestibule. She felt the hot mingling of their fuck juices, and the cling of her cuntflesh around his cock had never been sweeter.
"We'll have all kinds of fun, honey!" she panted. "You make me come so good! You know how to make a piece of ass just last and last! Ohhhhh! I'm coming right now-but don't stop! This is just the beginning...."
He drew his cock away out until the knob was nestled against her quaking clit. He was teasing her cunt, making her wait for the convulsive joy of her come. Her nerves cried for release, the first sweet nuances of her prick come were almost there, almost-yes, almost! He was a wonderful cocksman.
She wormed her clit on his cockhead. Not too fast, now! Drag out the suspense a little longer! They were perfectly tuned. He wasn't ready to go off; he was doing this just for her. She could play with her passion, build it high. Sweet stings radiated from her turned-on clit to every corner of her body. She was poised on the edge of her next orgasm. She panted and rubbed her drippy cunt very carefully on his glans. He smiled and licked a pointy nipple.
"Whenever you're ready, baby," he breathed.
"When I-come hit me-real deep!" she gasped.
"You know it, you big sexy blonde."
"Ohhhh-it's coming!" she cried. "Right now!"
As she jiggled her rump, as the first honeyed quirts of comejoy tore at her cunt, he groaned and drove his cock to the very bottom of her shivery twat! She squealed fiercely. The sweet, achy throbs ran from her coming clit down to the bottom of her tube where his knob was buried. Her whole pelvis began to erupt! Her cunt membranes went crazy around his prick! Her belly heaved; her tit-peaks stiffened; her thighs shook. The pound of her fun-gun hurled her into a cunt thrall; she was a bucking, lusting bitch with her spasming pussy full of the most wonderful prick she had ever known. Her fingers raked his shoulders; her ass just wouldn't stop hunching.
Gaspy seconds later, she relaxed, her thighs flat on the carpet, her cunt still twitching its delightful twitches!
"Ohhhhh, what a way to go!" she panted.
"You're getting better all the time, baby," he whispered, sinking down on her body, his cock still beautifully rigid in her cunt.
She patted his ass and breathed cozily in his ear.
"Do you really know those sexy airline stewardesses, honey?"
"One of them I know pretty well," he said. "Think she'd have a party with us? I mean just we three?"
"I think so, Jill." His prick flexed; he loved the idea.
"Well, arrange it, honey," she giggled. "I always wanted to have a nice, swinging threesome with a big stud like you!"
He trembled; he rolled his chest into her tits. "You're the kind of a hot-cunted girl I've been looking for, baby."
"That small town stuff is boring me to tears," she giggled. "I don't think Karl and Anna will care. They can do their own fuck thing!"
He smiled and began to blade his cock into her pussy. She opened her legs again, meeting his strokes.
"Are you going to shoot me a load of come this time, honey?"
"Wait and see, baby. You said you wanted five more comes, and you have four to go."
"I'm so glad you're keeping count," she laughed. "The way I feel now, I could keep coming all night long!"
CHAPTER 9
"I hear this show is pretty sexy," Earl Hood said, grinning at Wendy Allerson.
"Maybe I shouldn't have brought you," she smiled.
Earl, Wendy's young cousin, had arrived by bus that afternoon, and he had asked to go to a drive-in movie in the evening. The twins had drawn straws to see who would entertain him, and Wendy had lost.
Two days had passed since the threesome with Andy Sellers, and although Wendy still was ashamed of her actions, she had to confess that she had enjoyed every moment of it. She and Kathi hadn't indulged in any Lesbian activities since the big party. Both felt guilty about it.
Wendy stirred restlessly in the front seat of her modest sedan. She had an idea Kathi would be with Andy again and the thought made her burn. Andy really knew his Way around on a pussy and a pair of tits.
The show hadn't started yet. Earl was munching popcorn and drinking a cola. Wendy was glad she had worn a miniskirt and very little else. The evening was warm for Santa Barbara. She opened her bare legs and leaned back lazily in the seat. She watched Earl with growing interest.
He had grown a lot since she had seen him last in Portland. Although he was just fifteen, he had very wide shoulders and a strong, male appeal. He wasn't spending all of his time looking at nearby cars, either. His glances at her legs and thin blouse she found very flattering. Maybe she wouldn't be the loser, after all.
"Do you have a girl friend at home?" she said teasingly.
"Nah, nobody special."
She had heard how often fellows his age jacked off. She and Kathi had no brothers; she was very curious about his sex life. His legs were carelessly apart and the virile lump at his crotch made her shiver.
"Haven't you ever made out with a girl, honey?" she smiled.
Even in the gathering dusk she could see his flush. He finished the popcorn and tossed the container out of the window.
"Those young girls give me a big pain,' he muttered.
"Sure," Wendy murmured,. "They dress up real sexy and won't let you touch 'em. I was the same way. I didn't know how to have the real fun."
He nodded. "I bet you get plenty of dates."
"Oh, some. Do you think I'm sexy, Earl?"
"You know it! Hell. You wouldn't be interested in a guy my age. Besides, we're related."
She let that one pass. The movie was starting; he settled back in the seat. A teenaged girl and her boyfriend were necking in the car next to Wendy's. Earl glanced at them. Even an opening scene of several girls wearing bikinis couldn't draw his attention to the screen. A feminine giggle of protest came clearly.
"Now, Hal! Stop it."
Earl squirmed in the seat and stared at the lighted screen. The darkness kept her from seeing his face clearly, but obviously the pawing and wiggling around in the next car was bugging him badly.
"Damned girls always fighting a guy off," he muttered blackly.
Wendy shivered and touched his left hand. "Honey, let me be your girlfriend this evening. I won't fight you off!"
His hand trembled; he grew very rigid in the seat.
"Nobody will ever have to know about it, Earl. I want to help you. Honest! I can show you how a girl likes to be treated."
He acted stunned. His head turned, and in the flickering lights she saw the wild excitement in his face. A dimple in his chin gave him an extra sexiness.
"Want to leave here and go someplace?" she whispered, squeezing his wrist very hard.
I've fucked my own sister, so playing with a cousin shouldn't be so bad, she thought. I need prick, lots of hard, sliding prick!
He nodded woodenly. Quickly she unhooked the speaker, dropped it in the nearby slot and started the motor. As soon as they were out of the drive-in theater, she pulled up near a phone booth. Inside it, she dialed the apartment number. One ring, two rings, three rings. No answer. Kathi was out on the town; she wasn't the kind to stay at home alone on vacation and watch TV. She was probably in bed with Andy. Taking Earl to a motel might be dangerous; he was a minor.
As she returned to her car, her pussy was turning wet and hot. She slid in under the wheel. Her miniskirt crawled back almost to her crotch and she didn't try to yank it forward. In the flash of the dome fight she saw the flare of naked lust in his dark, wide-open eyes.
"Slide over here and feel me while I drive, honey," she giggled. "Don't be so uptight! Relax and we'll have our fun."
"Yeah!" he gasped.
She tooled the car out into the road. He moved against her shyly; she pressed her right knee into his left leg and rubbed her shoulder on his shoulder. His trembles sent sharp thrills along her thighs to her moistening cunt. Her bikini panties wouldn't keep him from enjoying a few pussy feels.
"Go ahead, play around with me," she giggled. "Open my blouse and feel my titties."
"Boy, you're something else!" he muttered.
His trembling right hand crept to the vee of her blouse; his fingers stole down inside. The caressing warmth of his touch made her shudder. Like taking candy from a baby.
"The bra unhooks in front, honey," she whispered. She rubbed her thigh against his leg, her right hand left the wheel and settled on his shank close to his crotch. He trembled again, breathing fast on her throat right below her ear. Her fingers went to his cock lump, she cuddled it. His big cock was standing up along his belly under the tight, mod pants. He had a terrific tool!
"Ohhhh, that's a nice big one, honey!" she murmured.
"Ughhhhh," he gasped, fumbling with her bra. Finally he got it open, his fingers closed around a tittie. She arched it forward.
"Oh, you're doing fine," she whispered encouragingly.
How deliriously thrilling it was to be the aggressor! She had heard about older women fucking boys and she wondered why she hadn't thought of it before. Probably because she knew most of them would talk and brag. Well, Earl wouldn't say a word because he was fingering his own relative.
Her nipples tingled and stiffened; she had trouble keeping half of her mind occupied with driving. They would be at the apartment in a few moments. For an amateur he was doing very well with her tits.
"Now play with my legs and pussy," she giggled.
He shuddered, his hips lurched forward and he gripped her body very tightly while a harsh moan of release broke from his lips. He was coming off in his shorts! Too bad. His involuntary fuck hunches, the shake of his whole body, sent delectable thrills across her pelvis. Her clit zone ached for fingering caresses.
"Ughlmlmhh," he moaned, his clutch on her tit relaxing.
"I'm sorry, honey," she breathed. She patted the rigid hump in his pants. "We'll do a lot better next time!"
Still breathing hard, he eased away from her, releasing his hold on her breast. They were home. She parked her sedan and climbed quickly out. In the dome light's dim glare his face looked pale. He was still frightened, shaken. She would have to be very clever.
Ten to one he's never had a fuck, she thought. A virgin! Ohhh, this is going to be terrific! I'll give him all the cunt he wants.
Once they were inside the apartment she locked the door and put the chain in the slot. If Kathi came home early she wouldn't be interrupting too swiftly. She, Wendy, would have time to recover and get Earl into the guest room where he supposedly belonged.
"Do you ever take a drink, Earl?" she asked, smoothing her skirt over her ass and thighs.
His head moved jerkily up and down. She saw the wet spot in his pants just below the wide belt; he half turned, trying to hide it.
"Okay, I'll mix a couple," she said innocently. "Go ahead and use the bathroom."
He nodded again and disappeared along the hallway. She cupped her tits in her hands and shivered.
I touched his prick too soon, she thought. I won't do it again! I want that hot come spurting in my cunt, and I'm going to have it.
She wiggled into the kitchenette and opened the refrigerator with shaking fingers. She didn't need a drink herself; she was already high on sweet anticipation. A little alchemy of booze might help him, though. He'd probably guzzled beer in a back alley with his buddies. But he had the clean, smooth health of a robust young animal. She hoped he wouldn't masturbate in the bathroom.
She brought the highballs into the living room and dimmed the lights. She had refastened her bra before walking from the car to the apartment; she unbuttoned her blouse and opened the mini-bra again. Her tits needed male hands; her pussy was turning very wet and her clit was stiff. She had showered after dinner so she was freshly perfumed and ready.
He came hesitantly out of the hallway, his face red. At least the paleness of fright was gone. He had changed trousers. He had probably put on clean briefs, too. His prick lump wasn't quite as large as before.
She sat down on the sofa and patted the cushion at her left. She held the amber-tinted drink toward him.
"Don't be embarrassed, honey," she said. She opened her legs.
He grinned shakily and moved down beside her. "You sure are sexy!"
"Oh, I'm glad," she whispered.
He took the highball and sipped. His hand was shaking.
"This is a lot better than the drive-in," she murmured.
"Nobody can see us. Kathi wont be home for a long time."
Earl was in a trance. It was hard to believe a real, beautiful airline stewardess wanted him to fuck her. She had far out legs and super tits. He had awakened that morning with a big hard-on; he had jacked a load into a towel in the bathroom. It was great being in California-things were sure different. Wendy didn't care about their relative thing.
At the drive-in he had looked at her thighs and held a tit in his hand! She had touched his rigid cock and he had creamed his jeans!
She knows I went off, he thought. She doesn't care. She wants a fuck! Jeeesus, my cock is hard! This stuff is stronger than beer; I hope U works. Mother would shit if she knew what I was doing! I'm going to get my first piece of ass!
At Tigard High school in Portland he was on the track team even though he was just a sophomore. In the locker room the guys liked to kid him about his big, long prick. It was nine inches when it was hard.
"You found a girl that can take that thing, baby?"
"Why don't you fuck that Julie Anderson? I hear she's putting out."
"Ah, fuck her yourself," he had answered. "I get my share of cunt."
Most of them bragged about their make outs, so he couldn't tell them he was still a fucking virgin. He figured a lot of the loud mouths he knew hadn't had any pussy either.
He was taking driver training; he didn't yet have his daylight permit, so he couldn't drive the family car. Dames wanted a guy old enough to have a hotrod. Next year he would own one, by God. Double dating with an older friend wasn't so fucking good. A few feels was all he ever got. Always no-no, like the girl at the drive-in.
Now I'm going to get a real fuck!
He finished the highball and the liquor was like fire in his veins. Wendy's open blouse, the lure of her tits, the spread of her legs, made wetness leak from his cockhead.
She took his glass and placed the empties on an end table. She slipped her right arm around his shoulders and scooted her ass around so he could look under her miniskirt and see her fancy panties. Jeeesus!
"Kiss me and feel my pussy, honey," she whispered. Her red, moist lips opened; she wet them with her tongue. He groaned and mashed his mouth into her soft, fresh lips. A few of his dates had tongue kissed him, but only teasingly. Wendy's mouth opened away out, her tongue stabbed at his teeth; she curved her tits into his chest. Suffering shit!
He reached his right hand between her legs; the feel of her soft, warm thigh flesh made him dizzy with lust His cock was so mcking hard it felt like a baseball bat. He touched the forbidden cunt. He trembled wildly. The silky covering on her cunt was so thin it was like pressing her bare flesh. She pushed her twat upward; her tongue drove deep into his throat. Man, this was something else!
Wendy felt his trembles of need. She was afraid he was going to go off in his shorts again, and she couldn't have that. She unfastened her mouth and breathed into his lips.
"In the bedroom, fast!"
He muttered and nodded. His eyes were wild. The poor kid was burning for a come; her cunt was hot and wet and ready for sliding cock.
In seconds they were through the door of his room, the guest room, and she was taking her clothes off. She left the door open so light from the hallway would creep into the play spot. A bright light might scare him, but a dim one would let her see almost as much as she craved to see.
He was yanking at his clothes; she could hear his uneven breathing. She tossed her panties on the floor and sprawled out on the top of the bed, moving a pillow under her head. She could get a towel later. She wanted his come on the counterpane so she could show it to Kathi. Kathi wouldn't have to know who she had fucked. Let her go the old man route. Maybe she was fucking another girl. Kathi really liked it either way. Wendy had to admit she couldn't knock it. She had been missing too much recently; she was determined to get her share of sex.
She gazed at Earl's strong young body, a beautiful silhouette, and she urged him to the bed.
"Come on, honey. Crawl in here and fuck me!"
The bed gave under his weight; he moved above her; she guided him with her hands. She lifted her opened thighs and scooted her ass into the taking position. She reached down and gripped his prick, and she could hardly believe her good fortune! It was horribly long and thick.
The head dripped slick juice into her clasping fingers. He was shaking and panting; he didn't know how to bear his upper weight on his arms. She steered his cock to her eager cunt slit, felt the delicious burning press of his glans as it spread her swelling labia.
"Ughhhhh!" he moaned fiercely. He was going off again!
She wiggled her ass and lifted it swiftly, driving the beautiful length of prick into her steaming cunt. He fell down on her, his chest mashing her tits, but she had his pulsing prick in her cooze. He hunched his knob deep and his whole body trembled. He groaned loudly, his wonderful cock throbbed, the cockhead puffed and then he was spewing his young fuck juice into her shivery twat! She snaked her legs around his body and bucked upward, jamming his prick so deep her vagina almost hurt. His virile hunching, his grunts of pleasure, drew the quick fuck thrills from her loins.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried shrilly. "Honey, you're making me come!"
The nerves and muscles in her vagina were doing more than they had ever done. The hammer of his big cock in deep, the slide of it on her clit, the manly aroma and strength of his body, stirred new centers of delight in her pelvis! Her whole insides were moving; her cunt muscles were tightening around his prick!
Each honeyed pulse of clit fun radiated along her whole cock-filled joy hole; the jerky clasping of her flesh around his prick ripped sweet stabs of heaven all the way to her asshole! His cock must be all the way up in her kidneys! He had gone off, but he was still groaning and pounding her cunt with goaty jabs.
I'm coming again!" she shouted.
His chest was sweaty now; her crotch was sloppy with cunt juice and his flood of come. She could feel it dribbling down her vestibule and along her ass crevice. But nothing mattered. Her cunt was doing its beaty clenching thing again-his super prick was swelling-the knob was expanding and just as the hammer of her joy twitched every nerve in her loins, she felt the heavenly gushing of another come load. Her straining cunt muscles answered the beat of his drumming cock! He was pushing her ass along the bedspread with his lusty fuck drives, but that didn't matter either. She was get ting really screwed! Fun things were running in her twitching cunt, and she sailed high on a cloud of delight she had never known before.
At last his slapping blows diminished. He moaned with relief and flattened on her body. The primitive violence of his fucking was so good she knew she had to have it steady! He made her go off all over. His cock filled her cunt just right! He was all man, wonderful man. He belonged in the saddle of her thighs.
But how can I have him steady when he's just a boy? Ohhhh, hell!
"Let me up now, honey," she whispered. "You can have some more pretty soon."
He rolled away, taking his big cock with him. Her glimpse of its shiny stiff length before he covered it modestly with his hands made her shudder again.
"Don't be bashful," she said, patting his thigh. "I love to look at your prick!"
"Boy, you're something else," he muttered.
She crawled weakly off the bed. "I'll be right back, honey."
Just as she was leaving the bathroom, eager for more hot cock, the telephone rang. She ran into the living room and lifted the receiver, wishing she had left the instrument out of its cradle.
"Kathi here, honey," her sister said slyly. "I thought you took Earl to the movies."
I shouldn't have answered, she thought.
"We came home early," Wendy answered smoothly.
"I know what you're doing, sister dear. I've had a few shots and I want some fucking."
"I figured you were out getting yourself some," Wendy answered dryly. "And you're sadly mistaken. He's just a boy."
"Ohhh, poop," Kathi giggled. "Better let me in on it or I'll do some talking, honey."
"You filthy thing!" Wendy exploded.
Kathi laughed. "It's my apartment too, you know. Look, I'll come in real quiet like and we can trade places. He won't know which one of us is doing the screwing anyway."
Wendy shivered. She knew she should have taken Earl somewhere else. She had been so sure Kathi wouldn't be home for hours and hours. She knew she was trapped! Kathi was smart, maybe a little too smart.
"Oh, all right!" Wendy said. "But for hell's sake, don't scare him off. He's really young and hasn't had much experience-"
"Got yourself a virgin, huh?" Kathi giggled. "I knew what was in that scheming mind of yours! Is he a good fuck, honey?"
"Oh, shut up and get over here. And be quiet when you come in."
The line buzzed and Wendy dropped the receiver. Leave it to Kathi to want in on a good thing. A threesome would be definitely out until Earl could be broken in properly! Trading places wouldn't be difficult; they had done that often enough.
He's so good I hate to share him, she thought. I never had such a delicious fucking in my life! He's gone off three times and his prick is still hard.
She returned to the shadowy bedroom and slithered down beside him, caressing his chest and shoulders. Her cunt was cleaned and perfumed for another round of pleasure; it ached for more sliding and pounding.
"Who was that?" he asked uneasily.
"Oh, Kathi. She's coming home pretty soon," she said calmly.
He tensed. He had pulled a corner of the bedspread over his loins.
"Oh, don't be that way, honey," she purred, her hand creeping along his belly toward his cock. "When she gets here I'll go out and visit with her a while. She's pretty tired. She sleeps like a log. Then I'll come back in here and we can have some more fun."
"W-won't she get wise?" he muttered.
"Earl, twins are awfully close. She had a steady boyfriend. She won't care. Honest!"
"Well, whatever you say," he answered.
Her fingers touched his prick and he shivered. His beautiful, thick joy pole began to stiffen again. She pulled his right hand over on her juicy cunt. He gasped. His cock was so hard and hot in her fingers she wanted to climb right on it and start fucking. But right on cue she heard the ring of the doorbell. Pleasure deferred!
"I'll be back soon, honey," she whispered, squeezing his meat.
He whispered an answer; she swung up and off the bed. A moment later she was letting Kathi into the apartment.
Kathi was exquisitely turned out in a short skirted cocktail frock, dark nylons and heels. Her breath smelled ginny. She looked at Wendy's naked body and winked.
"Your nipples are stiff, honey," Kathi whispered.
"Not as stiff as his prick," Wendy whispered back. "Remember, now. I just got out of the shower. Pretend you're tired. Make some noises like you're going to bed. I told him you were pooped."
Kathi nodded. Her hands lifted to Wendy's tits. Her tongue came out and wiggled suggestively.
"If this doesn't work out, I want some of that cute pussy, sweet."
"Stop it," Wendy breathed, backing away. "This is our night for prick, honey!"
"I get to fuck him next," Kathi smiled, twitching her hips. "Has he got a nice big one?"
"It'll stretch your pussy," Wendy breathed. "It's as hard as a rock even after he comes!"
CHAPTER 10
Earl waited impatiently for Wendy. The ripe promise of more hot cunt made his prick as hard as a board. He didn't have to worry about knocking her up; she knew how to take care of herself. When he got home he could tell his buddies about getting some of that California fucking even if he'd have to keep quiet about who he fucked.
The faint noises from the other bedroom faded away, and suddenly his door opened and Wendy came in. Man! She was still naked, and she left the panel open so he could see more of her sexy shape. Somehow the idea of Kathi sleeping in the next room while he screwed Wendy again made his excitement even sharper. Maybe before he went back home he could fuck Kathi, too! When they dressed alike he sure as hell couldn't tell them apart. Even their voices sounded the same.
She slipped down beside him; her right hand touched his cock and her tits pushed into his chest. Her right leg went between his legs; he felt the press of her cunt against his thigh. Suffering shit! She was ready! Like nowsville, man.
"Sorry to be gone so long, honey," she breathed, squeezing his prick. "Kathi's crapped out. We can fuck all night if you can stand it!"
He shuddered. She smelled a little different and she was acting bolder. Her hand went up and down on his cock; she rubbed her pussy on his leg. She was crawling on top of him!
"Work my titties over," she panted. "When I was talking to Kathi I had a couple of drinks. I really need a lot of prick!"
He reached for her tits and held one in each hand. She trembled and curved her ass slowly over his crotch. Her thighs opened wide; she pushed her cunt down on the under swell of his cock and rubbed it along. That was something! The drinks had sure changed her. She moved faster; she was turned on big.
"Ohhhh, mmmmmmm!" she gasped. "I just love a good, stiff cock!"
As she breathed hard and scooted her cunt forward, wiggling her tits in his hands, he began to suspect that this beautiful dame wasn't Wendy after all! Wendy hadn't smelled like gin; she had been drinking whiskey. It looked like the sexy twins had switched places! He was going to fuck a new cunt. She acted like she knew more about it than Wendy, too.
Suddenly she lifted her cunt, swung her ass swiftly toward his belly. His prickhead snugged into her cunt slit; she uttered a harsh moan of pleasure. Her butt went around and around, urging his hard meat upward.
"Ahhhh, mmmmm!" she cried, driving her cunt snugly downward. Her quick eager hunch drove his glans to the upper reach of her twat; she stroked up and down, around and around. Her cunt was just as snug as Wendy's but she had a different way of wiggling it; she knew more about fucking! Hell, this was Kathi.
Breathing heavily, she rested with his pole buried in her cuntflesh.
"You like me up here, honey?"
"Jeeesus!" he cried feverishly.
"Tell me how good it is, Earl," she panted, swinging her cunt slowly. "It's good. You know it!"
She tightened her soft, warm thighs against his sides and suddenly her cunt muscles were tightening around his cock!
"Jeeeeesus!" he moaned. His glans was swelling, he felt the rush of passion along his legs; it gathered in his crotch. He was almost ready to go off. The stinging need tightened his fingers on her jutty tits.
"You know I'm not Wendy, don't you, honey?" she gasped.
"Y-yes!" he blurted.
"I need fucking just as much as Wendy does," she breathed. "Come on, now. Shoot a big hot load up in my cunt!"
He groaned fiercely, his nuts began to break, his cock flexed and suddenly she was riding his prick in a way he had never dreamed it could be ridden. She was up and down and around and around like a fucking cat! One minute her cuntlips were slapping at his nuts, the next minute she was riding away high, swinging his prick around like a top! And finally, just as the burning gush of come roared along his pole to the burning knob, she slammed her cunt up and down so swiftly it was almost as fast as his hand when he jacked off! Suffering shit, what a fuck!
He almost screamed when the come spurted from his hole into her bobbing, weaving twat. The bed rattled, her ass flashed up and down, and she was pounding his shooting prickhead with lusty fury! She wailed sharply, her tits jiggled in his hands, her cunt churned around his cock! Her last girly hunches pulled the last sweet drops of come from his nuts. He didn't have to hunch up, she was doing all the work, every bit of it. Man, she could really handle her cunt. She was a fucking wildcat.
Her delicious stroking ended, she rested, sitting upright on his cock, her titties swaying with her uneven breathing. She caressed his chest with light strokes, playfully teasing her fingers in his hair.
"Honey, you've fucked us both now," she gurgled. "Let's have Wendy come in and join us, huh?"
He trembled, his prick tensing again. "Whatever you say!"
Two dames at once, he thought. How the hell will they handle that?
"We were going to trick you and just trade off," she giggled. "But this will be more fun."
"You know it," he grinned. He was more relaxed with Kathi; she wasn't uptight about a damn thing. The guys at home wouldn't believe this. He could hardly believe it himself. He wouldn't until he saw it happen!
"Wendy!" Kathi called loudly.
"Coming, honey," a voice answered, and suddenly Wendy entered the guest room. She was as naked as before. He stared from one twin to the other and he still was dazed.
Wendy surveyed the scene and walked to the bedside lamp. She turned it on, smiling down at Earl.
"Wouldn't you like to see us better?" she giggled. "I know we'd love to see more of you."
"It's your apartment," he said, hoping that was sufficient. The scene was definitely sexier. Wendy's cunt was pooched out, her slit was wet. He was learning more about cunt and fucking than he had ever hoped to learn in years. His chest puffed with pride. Two sexy airline stewardesses, and he had already screwed both. Far out, man. As long as their relationship didn't bother them, he didn't give a shit either.
Wendy perched on the edge of the bed. "Okay, sis. About my turn with his cock, isn't it?"
Kathi sighed and lifted away. He saw some of his white come leaking from her moistened cunt. His cock flopped back over his belly, the knob red from its recent workout. Where his foreskin was peeled back the flesh was bright pink. It stung a little, but he didn't care.
"Shame on you, Kathi!" Wendy giggled, staring at his swollen prick. "I think you drew some blood."
"Well, you got his cherry," Kathi laughed. "Don't blame it all on me."
"Come on in the bathroom with us, honey," Wendy said to Earl. "Well wash it off nice and show you a few tricks with it."
A moment or two later he was standing in the bathroom in front of the sink and Wendy was laving his cock in warm, sudsy water. Some of the older guys at school had told him about visits to a whore house. The prostitutes always washed a prick before a 'trick.' One of the big seniors on the football squad said he had let a whore suck him off. He wondered whether the twins like to suck prick. Might be groovy. He wasn't sure he could eat cunt, though. A few of his friends claimed they'd tried it.
"Wash it, don't play with it, honey," Kathy giggled, staring at the wash basin. She moved behind him and slid her tits across his shoulders. She smiled at him via the mirror.
"Yeah, let's get on with the fucking," he said, gaming confidence.
The twins laughed. Wendy took a towel and dried his prick.
"Go on in the bedroom and rest a minute," Kathi said, easing him toward the door. "We'll be right there. We'll have some more hot pussy for you. Okay?"
In another part of town Andy Sellers was completing a very important phone call. He had finally located Claudia Brown. Through a friend he had learned she was working at a cocktail bar just north of Santa Barbara, and the proprietor had just confirmed it. She was finishing her shift. Her sultry contralto came through clearly, rippling the skin at the nape of his neck.
"Yes, this is Claudia...."
"Andy here," he said. "Don't hang up, beautiful."
Silence. Then, "I'm surprised, Andy. I heard you know a couple of sexy airline stewardesses."
What a small world it was! This was a tricky situation.
"Damn it," he said. "Why did you cut out? I've been trying to locate you."
"Should be easy, honey," she said, dryly. "I know Kathi Allerson pretty well. I have an apartment in the same building where the twins have theirs."
His hand tightened on the receiver. Very convenient, maybe too much so. Things weren't turning out right somehow.
"I want you, Claudia. Just you. Understand?"
"You know you'd rather have a whitey girl, or two of them," she said coolly.
"I would like hell," he grated. "Or maybe I'm too damned old for you."
"Oh, no!" she exclaimed.
"Well, what the hell's holding you back?"
"I guess I'm-jealous," she said, her voice turning rich and deep and sensual.
"What the hell did Kathi tell you, anyway?"
"She was telling me about this smooth older guy Wendy met on the pier one day; she started describing you, and I got the drift. I let her brag. She didn't know I knew you. You must've given those twins a real, banging good time, honey."
He cursed under his breath. "Goddamn it, you caught me. Is that the end of it for us?"
"I-I hope not, Andy. I mean, I really do! The twins are having a real big party at the beach tomorrow night. They asked me to bring a date. Some other people at the apartment house are going, too. A young couple. I think her name is Anna. Another swinging couple is visiting them. Should be fun! Will you be my date, honey?"
"Hell, yes!" he exulted. His heart thudded and his cock tingled.
"Okay," she breathed. "Pick me up at eight, huh?"
"Right," he said firmly. The dial tone buzzed in his ear. He dropped the receiver and uttered a big loud whoop of pleasure.
After he quieted and had a cigar he knew what Claudia was up to. She was going to see how he acted in front of Kathi and Wendy. She was planning a little test. In spite of all the current talk about equality, she was very conscious of her Negro looks and ancestry. Well, fuck that. She was more desirable because of it.
When Wendy and Kathi entered the bedroom, Earl couldn't tell which twin was which. Didn't really matter, they were both good at fucking. And they were better looking than a lot of the young cunts around school who wouldn't put out. He was stretched on his back and his cock began to ooze more slick stuff, shiny beads that glistened in the dim light. He was over being scared and surprised; all he could think about was cunt. They were going to have a fucking orgy.
One twin crawled down at his right, the other on his left. Gentle fingers held his burning cock. He reached for their cunts and gripped one in each hand. He was practically surrounded by warm girl flesh, rosy-peaked tits and restless thighs. The way they hunched up on his hands made his cock flex and leak more fuck juices.
"In case you're wondering about us, I'm Wendy," the girl on his left said. "Would you like to suck my pussy, honey?"
He shivered and nodded.
"And I'll suck your cock while you're doing it," Kathi giggled.
Their slow, graceful moves sent a sharp dizziness through his being. Kathi straddled his legs, her head directly above his crotch, his cock in her right hand Wendy glided upward, grasping the bed headboard, her soft thighs spreading over his face. Kathi's lips opened, her tongue flicked at the head of his cock where his foreskin was taut around the pink meat. He stared up at Wendy's lowering cunt, the fragrance of pussy beat through his senses. He found his hands rising to grip her rump. The alluring cunt dropped farther, his lips opened, his tongue shot upward. He felt a wild, sensuous warmth around his cock; Kathi was moving her tongue and mouth. It was almost better than cunt!
He moaned with pleasure and stroked his tongue. Wendy shivered.
"Ohhhhh, that's wonderful, honey!" she gasped.
Kathi's knees and thighs squeezed his legs, her head went slowly up and down on his tensing prick. He sucked at the dainty cunt hole. He squeezed his fingers into Wendy's shivering assflesh.
"My clit, honey," she panted. "Eat me there!" Her cunt moved until he was sucking at the upper end of her cunty crevice. He felt the stiff little button on his lips; he slid his tongue over it.
"Ohhhhhh, that's the way!" she breathed.
The guys at school talked about the 'little boy in the boat.' It was the female prick, that was where it was at, man. Suffering shit! His hips raised, the achy need to go off again was tugging at his nuts. His excitement caused his tongue to liven, and Wendy's soft little cries of delight hit him right in the cockhead. Kathi's strokes slowed, she was sucking just the knob, rolling her tongue across it, drawing sharp thrills up his swollen cock.
He moaned, his ass jerked, his legs quivered. He was coming off!
Suddenly the softness left his prick, he felt the bed shake and rock. Another softness touched his knob, he felt the stretch of other flesh around his dong; he knew it was cunt. His shaft pushed away up into the slickened pussy just as the stinging burning load of come rushed from his love sac. He groaned into Wendy's quivering cunt, his tongue went crazy on the clit; he heard her shout of pleasure....
It was like wild, like far out, like nowsville man! The hot beating of his lust, as the jism poured from his prickhead, as Kathi's bouncings rattled the bed, as he felt the shake of Wendy's bottom and cunt on his writhing lips and plunging tongue, shot him into a new zone of sexual enjoyment.
Up and down ... around and around ... hot cunt on his mouth ... hot cunt around his prick ... gurgles of feminine delight ... rocking, sighing bedsprings ... velvety girl flesh above him ... his cock still throbbing even after his come shot ... the slowing wiggle of juicy cunts ... and finally the sighs and heavy breathing of the twins as they finally stopped their orgy thing....
This is some scene, man. This is something else! I went off so hard my nuts hurt. The shot came from away up in my back. They really know how to fuck.
CHAPTER 11
"Some spot for a party, huh?" Claudia said to Andy.
He smiled at her and tightened his left arm around her slim, pliant waist. She wore a short beach robe over a bikini of bright red, although he had seen just flashes of the luscious high tits hiding underneath the folds of striped terrycloth.
The blonde twins knew a wealthy couple who owned a beach house along the coast north of Santa Barbara, and they had permission to use it for an evening. Kathi and Wendy hadn't brought dates, which seemed rather peculiar to Andy; it also made him cautious. On the drive out of town, after he had picked Claudia up at her new apartment, she had let him feel her naked thighs and fool around a little, but she was still a bit standoffish.
They sat in deck chairs on a wide patio that faced the ocean. The bar had been set up inside the beach house. Andy had just brought his beautiful, classy date a martini; he was having one himself. Thumpy music and girlish laughter come from inside and from down on the beach, where a campfire burned.
He had met the two couples the twins had invited. Jill, the big, curvy blonde from up north, had let him know right away he could give her some prick if the opportunity came up. Anna seemed like a fairly nice girl, but she was spending more time with Jill's husband, Karl, than with her own husband, Doug. It was a first name kind of swingout. Andy didn't give a damn who fucked who as long as he still had something going with Claudia.
Kathi, wearing a very mini, lacy, black bikini, bounced out on the patio and glanced at Andy and Claudia.
"Come on inside, you two," she bubbled. "We're dancing. We need your man to fill in, Claudia."
"Why didn't you bring your own stud, honey?" Claudia murmured.
"I'll tell you later, sweetie," Kathi giggled. "Wendy and I have something good waiting at the apartment. If we ever get there. Come on, don't be selfish. I promise I won't take Andy out behind a sand dune!"
"You would if you got the chance, honey," Claudia laughed. "Okay, I need another drink and some close up dancin'."
As they entered the shadowy main room, Andy saw Jill snuggling up to Doug; they were dancing slowly in a dark corner. Wendy stood at the bar. Her bikini was pink and well stretched with goodies. The twins hadn't dressed alike so a casual observer could tell them apart. Karl and Anna were down by the bonfire.
Andy wondered what the hell Kathi meant by saying she and her sister had something good waiting at home. If it wore pants they should have brought him to the party. If worst came to worst they would probably screw each other.
Kathi inserted herself between Andy and Claudia, and the Negress drifted over to join Wendy. She gave him a glance that seemed to say, better watch it, honey. I'm still jealous.
Kathi pushed her almost naked crotch against his loins and breathed in his ear.
"You pricky devil, I didn't know you knew Claudia. I was telling her about this smooth older man I knew...."
"Yeah, you had to spill it, didn't you?" he said, holding her not too tightly. Over her shoulder he saw Claudia remove her beach robe, and his nuts tingled. The wild red bikini panties made her dusky thighs seem longer than ever; the bra fit her high lunging tits like snake skin. Wendy said something to her and both laughed, glancing toward him.
"Oh, I've known Claudia quite a while, honey," Kathi murmured, rolling her tits on his chest, keeping her pussy curve hard against his nuts. "She went to West Coast stewardess school for a while. They found out she was loaded with dough and didn't feel she needed the work."
"What?" he growled.
"Oh, she does waitress work just to meet guys. Didn't you know?"
"Sure," he lied. He suddenly felt deflated, just a little angry. He had noticed the new car she drove, and wondered how she did it on waitress wages. The apartment she had just rented came damned high. He had to admit he had suspected her of screwing now and then for money.
"Mmmmm, I guess I spilled it again," Kathi said. 'Is she good in the sack?"
"None of your damned business," he growled.
"Oh, I'll bet she's a tigress," Kathi giggled. "And you're all lathered up about her. I'll tell you another secret, honey. You're such a good screw I have to repay you somehow. Remember a while back when you took a plane from 'Frisco to here?"
"I think so," he muttered.
"Well, she saw you and made up her mind to get in your pants. She found out where you liked to eat and got a job there. Aren't you flattered?"
I'll be Goddamned," he said. "You dames are tricky as hell."
"When I see a man I really want, I start operating, honey," she whispered, snugging herself closer.
He had to laugh. "What girls won't do to land a fish, eh?"
"Yes, and I'm fishing right now. I'd love to get you naked just one more time before Claudia takes over. Later tonight, maybe?"
"We'll see," he answered. Before he could say any more or enjoy any more feels, a husky voice said, "Cut, honey."
Claudia stood behind him, she was tapping Kathi on the shoulder. He grinned, released the blonde and slipped an arm around the silky nude warmth of Claudia's waist. Kathi pouted and swayed toward the bar setup. The beautiful Negress slid against him, breasts and belly and in-curved pussy. Her cheeks rubbed his jaw; she nipped the lobe of his ear with her teeth.
"I hope you don't go for that whitey stuff too strong, honey," she breathed.
"Can't you drop that skin color bit?" he growled, tightening his arm. "Goddamn it, you're my girl, if you want it that way."
"Yes, yes," she said fiercely. Take me out behind a dune and give me a quickie, honey!"
"Don't you want to wait a while for it?" he teased. His cock was big with need. She could feel it and she flattened her cunt curve against it.
"Not too long," she whispered. "I saw Kathi shoving it up at you and I just about creamed my panties."
He laughed. "You had to test me in front of the twins, huh?"
"Oh, shut up. It's been a long time, Andy. Too long."
"Cut," a girlish voice said. It was Wendy. Well, he wouldn't be a party pooper. He was going to get his hands on Claudia later; he could afford to be generous.
"Not right here, Karl!" Anna objected, clutching at his wrist.
They were side by side on a blanket near the bonfire, and he was fondling her bikini panties where it stretched over her pussy.
"I haven't had my hand on it all day," he chuckled. "Let's take a little walk."
She trembled and let herself be lifted to her feet. Ever since the swap she had been dying to have him again. Things were all arranged. She and Karl would fly back to Wesley and file for uncontested divorces. Jill wanted to stay in Santa Barbara with Doug! There would be an awful scandal at home; she wouldn't think about it tonight, though.
"Say, you two!" a feminine voice called from the beach house. "Come on up, we're going to play games!"
Karl swore under his breath.
"We can have it later, honey," Anna murmured. She slipped her right hand boldly across his swim trunks.
"We sure as hell will, cutie," he answered. "Why don't we let them have the apartment? We'll get a motel."
"Oh, I'd love it," she breathed. "If they won't care-"
"Hell with them. We'll do it anyway."
A few moments later they entered the beach house. Anna didn't care what happened now. She was glad she hadn't invited Kathi over for a dirty threesome with Doug, after all. Karl had changed all that. Later they would get a motel and be together all night! A new start in new surroundings. The apartment reminded her too strongly of Doug and her sexual frustrations there. She shivered with anticipation...." we're going to have a Mister America contest, kiddies," Kathi was saying. "How does that strike you gals?"
"Way to go!" Jill exclaimed.
A sheet had been stretched across one corner of the big room, it extended all the way to the floor. Three hip-high holes spaced far apart had been cut in the sheet.
"I don't understand," Anna blurted. The other girls laughed.
"You soon will, honey," Kathi giggled. "Okay, you studs get behind the sheet and show us some prick!"
"Ohhhh, no!" Anna gasped, her face turning hot.
"It's just for fun, honey," Wendy giggled. 'We try to guess who's who. You can feel 'em and rub your titties on 'em. The winner and the runner up get an extra girl. The poor loser just gets one girl!"
This is the filthiest thing I ever heard of, Anna thought. I don't want to share Karl with Kathi or Wendy! Or anyone else!
"Oh, don't be a party pooper, Anna," Jill laughed. "Have another drink and enjoy yourself."
Anna trembled, reaching for a fresh martini. The men walked behind the sheet, laughing and kidding. Jill finished her cocktail and unfastened her bulging halter. Kathi wiggled over beside Anna.
"You look pale, honey. Relax! Nobody's going to steal your big handsome date."
Anna gulped the drink and nodded. The music and laughter and dirty remarks fuzzed in her senses. From swapping to orgies. She was no angel, though. She had watched Jill and Karl screwing; she had played with herself and flopped into their bedroom. As long as Karl didn't actually make out with one of these other girls "Ohhh, the show's starting!" Wendy trilled. Her halter was off, she glided toward the sheet.
The concealing cloth wavered, and suddenly the rotten thing was happening. Three pricks emerged! They were all long and hard, angled upward, waiting for feminine touches.
"Okay gals!" Kathi laughed. "Move in and charge your batteries!"
Anna could hardly believe what she was seeing. She almost hated Karl for going along with the stinking plan. But the twins were giving the party, and it was their ploy. Still, it wasn't a real orgy, just a warm-up for lusty sex. The idea of sharing him with another girl didn't do much for her frame of mind either.
Jill and Wendy and Kathi were laughingly engaged in front of the rippling sheet. Wendy was using her hand on 'her' prick, but Kathi and Jill were on their knees, using their tits. Masculine cries of excitement rang out above the beaty twang of music.
Anna walked over beside Claudia. The Negress hadn't said much since the start of the game. She watched the actions of the three girls near the cloth barrier. Her halter was still on.
"Are you-going to join in?" Anna asked.
Claudia smiled, her very white teeth flashing. "Might be fun. But I don't figure on letting the twins horn in on my date."
"I don't either!" Anna breathed. "It's so-silly."
"Some guys like two girls on a party," Claudia said softly. "Say! I see the prick I want to tickle. I'm goin' over and enjoy it. Let your conscience be your guide, honey."
They're all filthy bitches! Anna thought wildly. I'm turning on. I want a turn at a cock! I guess I'm a bitch, too!
Andy was enjoying the warm slide of Jill's big sloping tits on his rigid cock. The lighting was arranged so he could see through the sheet; the other men could, too. They were becoming more excited than he was, and for a very good reason. They were younger.
He saw Claudia leave the bar and move up behind Jill. The Negress was smart; she had guessed where he was standing. Maybe she had recognized his prick. She slid her halter from her dark, jutty tits and tapped Jill on the shoulder.
"Cut in time, honey."
"Ohhhh, hell!" Jill laughed. "I love this long slim one!"
Claudia moved to her knees and brought her hard, long-nippled titties against his cock. She looked straight at the sheet and murmured softly.
"I know who's who, honey. I'm gonna make it real big and hard!"
"Right!" he whispered back. Doug, standing in the middle, apparently heard nothing. Kathi was dancing her breasts on his cock with avid slides and lunges. Her right hand held his nuts. Wendy was doing her tit tiring on Karl's prick.
Kid stuff so far, Andy thought. That Jill would probably be a hot fuck, but the girl I want is the best Toe ever had. She's got the best looking set of knockers I ever saw, man. And she knows how to use 'em.
Claudia held his prick between her cone-like tits and pressed her warm dark flesh around it. She weaved her shoulders, breathing faster. His cock was bedded in silky sexy heat; she moved her torso back and forth, up and down, fucking his cock with her breasts!
"Goddamn, that's good!" he muttered.
"Please don't come, honey!" she gasped. "Save it for later."
"Don't squeeze so hard, beautiful," he answered.
"I'll teach you to play around with whitey girls," she breathed. "Slip out the back way, honey. I've had enough of this teasing stuff I"
"Right!" he gasped.
He had already noticed a rear exit behind the sheet. He drew his cock out of the hole in the cloth and hiked his swim trunks up over his bony prick. Doug and Karl hardly glanced his way; they were getting their party lacks. He ducked out through the door, into the fragrant night. He moved quickly around to the ocean-facing side of the beach house. Claudia was coming down the steps, and in the pale orange afterglow she looked like a million bucks.
She rushed through the sand into his waiting arms. Her solid tits lurched into his chest, her agile hips wormed close, her cunt mound riding his prick lump. Her arms were like wire bands, her mouth was a bed of warm, yielding girlflesh, her tongue darted and teased into his mouth. A fierce, hungry moan climbed in her throat; she was a jungle tigress who had found her mate; she was crawling all over ham, thighs shaking, sweet, rounded ass wiggling.
Her hot mouth broke from his and she panted into his throat. "Ohhh, God, honey! Take me someplace and screw me all night long!"
"I sure as hell will, beautiful," he growled. "It'll be just like the last time-"
"Only better!" she cried. "Hurry!"
Jill watched Anna lower her halter and run toward the nearest stiffened prick. The poor girl had finally turned on. She dropped to her knees and lost her balance. She grabbed at the sheet, it ripped loose from its ceiling fasteners and suddenly she was crawling around, half covered. Karl's red, startled face appeared.
Wendy yelped her disappointment; she had been rolling her tits on Doug's cock. Andy wasn't in sight. And Claudia had just left by the front door. Doug swore and jerked the white cloth away from his lower body. Karl ducked under the rumpled sheet, trying to find Anna.
Jill suddenly felt soft hands slip around her waist. Kathi was standing behind her, urging her tits into Jill's shoulders, her hands cupping Jill's aching breasts.
"Come on outside, honey," Kathi whispered. "The boys are going to be busy for a while!"
This was quite true. Doug was now under one end of the big sheet, and Wendy's gurgles and squeals of excitement indicated he was either sticking it into Wendy or soon would.
Anna's opened legs showed under the other end of the sheet. Karl's feet went between them, the sheet lifted, Anna whimpered.
"Ohhhhh, honey!"
"The boys couldn't wait to start screwing," Jill breathed, staring.
"That leaves us for some fun, honey," Kathi said, biting Jill's ear. A hot tongue tip writhed into the orifice. Kathi's hands sank greedily into Jill's tits.
Jill shuddered. She turned and walked out onto the patio with the beautiful blonde twin. She had been curious about girl fucking for several years; she had been afraid to make passes around Wesley. She had been sure Karl would flip if he ever found out, but Karl was out of the fuck picture now! He and Anna deserved each other. Doug wouldn't care if she, Jill, made it with Kathi; he was fucking the other twin right now.
"H-how do we do this, Kathi?" she whispered, feeling Kathi's lingers sliding inside her bikini panty. Oh, it felt dreamy!
"Stretch out on that chaise lounge, honey, and I'll show you," Kathi whispered.
Jill peeled the bikini panties down her thighs and sank backward on the heavy, wide deck couch.
She's been staring at me all evening, Jill thought dizzily. I think she planned it this way. She's terribly sexy. I adored that game; it really made my pussy hot!
Kathi slid smoothly down between Jill's thighs, their bellies touched, their breasts mashed together. Breathing hard, Jill pulled her legs far apart and it was almost like having a man between her shanks! She lifted her cunt and Kathi's warm vulva pushed down and in. Sweet shivers of erotic delight spread out from her cunt. Kathi's mouth clamped firmly to Jill's eager lips, a hot snake drove into her throat and the slow hunching of Kathi's twat sent more sparkly thrills across her pelvis. Her clit was stinging and burning. The hot juices oozing from her cunt made the cunty joining slick with promise.
Kathi's mouth lifted, she panted into Jill's puffy lips.
"You'd better stay down here a while, honey. I'll make it very exciting for you!"
"I'll be around," Jill panted. "Hurry up and make me come!"
"You've never screwed a girl before, have you?" Kathi teased. "Nooo! Please!"
"Mmmmmmm!" Kathi murmured, nibbling at Jill's lips. She mashed her tits hard into Jill's heaving breasts. "I just love those nice big things! You've got a sweet ass wiggle, too."
Jill gripped the weaving, teasing rump in her hands and hunched busily, creaking the chaise lounge. She missed the drive of hot prick, the luscious sliding of cock in cunt, but this was doing it! Her clit was a fiery dagger, the oozy rub of warm cuntflesh was new and sexy, and she ached for a big, blasting climax.
"Ohhhhh, I'm getting there too, honey!" Kathi panted. "You're bringing my come!"
Jill's pleasure sharpened; she upstroked with lusty abandon. She felt her nipples erect in orgasmic response to the sudden quick pounding of her dripping, wiggling cunt. She heard the sexy slapping of cuntflesh; Kathi's hungry mouth returned to her opened lips, and the plunging tongue seemed to be reaching all the way to her twitching, coming vagina!
The swift stabs of delight that radiated from her shooting clit were party sweet, gin sweet, Kathi sweet! It was a totally new erotic sensation, this soft mingling of gril and girl, pussy and pussy. She loved to move and kick and writhe her ass when she went off, and Kathi's deep moans of pleasure said she loved it, too. As her hunches slowed, as her crotch was bathed with honeyed afterglow, she wrapped her arms and thighs around Kathi and thanked her for this wild, novel, sexy experience.
"Ohhhhh, that was really the way to go, honey!"
"I knew you'd love it, sweetie," Kathi breathed, softening in the saddle. "I'll have to fly up north and visit you and Karl."
"Anna's going north, not me," Jill giggled.
"Oh, no kidding? It turned out like that. I hope you and Doug will keep the apartment next to ours."
"I think I can talk him into it," Jill murmured, breathing easier. "He seems to like the way you twins look in bikinis."
"We'll have some terrific parties, honey," Kathi giggled. She hunched to underline her meaning. Her breath drew in and she pushed her cunt down again. She trembled. "Ohhhh, I'm coming again, honey!"
Jill shivered; she began to up-fuck. "Yes, yes! Me, too! Hang on, honey. Ohhhhhh, God! It's getting-real good...."
Far, far away she heard the pound of the surf on the beach, then a wild cry of girlish delight from inside the beach house. Anna was having her party come around Karl's thudding prick!
CHAPTER 12
Andy let Claudia move ahead of him into his motel suite. He had left a lamp burning, and in its soft glow Claudia was a jungle Goddess, a beautiful young animal, lushly curved, dark eyes flared with passion. On the drive in from the beach they had said hardly five words apiece; they weren't necessary.
He locked the door with shaking fingers, and she dropped her handbag in a chair. She had retreived her striped beach robe, and it opened slowly as she turned to face him. She hadn't replaced the bikini halter. The firm chocolate cones of her breasts, her long, bite-sized nipples, stiff from their recent embraces, pulled a hungry moan from his choked throat.
Maybe Kathi had bed about all the trouble Claudia had gone to in order to attract his attention. But no! He could read the answer in the dark girl's sultry eyes, in every dainty move and gesture as she wet her thick, sensual lips and urged her titties toward him.
She was more than a body, a pair of exquisite legs and slender waist and luscious, hard tits. She had a thing for him, and at first he had passed it off as a casual lay in the hay. She had been a waitress in his motel's cafe, and he was very glad now he hadn't tried to make out immediately. He had taken her out and later he had had his reward-a bucking, moaning fuck with no holds barred. He'd had Wendy on his mind; he had damned near missed the real article!
"Be right back, honey," she breathed, turning toward the bathroom.
He nodded, feeling a sweep of lust that startled him. His ears began to buzz, a thing that happened when he was really excited. Like when he had a big salmon on the line, or when he had just climbed a rocky slope that had offered him a challenge. Crazy, man.
Peeling his shorts down, he walked to the big kingsized bed. He rested on the edge of it, his prick furiously hard. Her titties still seemed to be pressed around it. Years before he had waited just as impatiently for his first bride to enter the marriage bedroom.
He knew more about women now, though. He knew his sexual capabilities and limitations. He would give his dusky temptress a night to remember, by God. He would make it so good for her she would stick around.
He heard the bathroom door open, his chest expanded, his cock tensed. She came toward him totally nude. The rich, sweet curves of her body, her hairless pussy mound, her long, cocoa-colored thighs and the high luxury of her jutty tits, sent waves of stinging need through his pelvis; screw juice glistened on his puffed cockhead. His tautened foreskin was peeling down around the purple glans.
"Ohhhhh!" she breathed, swinging down in front of him, on her knees.
He opened his legs, her right hand went to his prick, her fingers clasped it gently. She stared into his eyes with such burning intensity he was humbled. What they had done before in this room was far away; everything seemed new and ultra vivid. Since the death of his wife he had decided he was too old and cynical to become emotional about any woman. He had enjoyed his casual fucking; he had spread his screw talents around. The bubble of Wendy had exploded.
But it was always better when a man cared about a girl; it was more binding and also more dangerous. Her manner said she still was trying to bridge the color gap, and for him it didn't exist. He would show her it didn't!
Her eyes swung down to his prick. A little hungry sound rose in her throat, her lips opened and her head lowered. A warm, sexy coiling of her pink tongue on his glans shot thrills along his body. He moaned his pleasure. Her soft, soft lips enclosed his knob; her hand came away and reached for his nuts. She palmed his testicles very lightly and lovingly and his prick went sweetly deeper in her active mouth.
Her left hand dug into his leg flesh; her hips began to undulate. She didn't work her head up and down, she held his prick in the sexy warmth and let her tongue do its erotic sliding. She knew he didn't want to come yet; she had simply chosen this way to start the sex play. Her hips moved faster, she began to breathe heavily through her nose. He ran his fingers through the thick, wavy hair and caressed her face.
A sharper moan erupted in her throat; her head suddenly lifted; she leaped to her feet, swinging down at his right, her rich dark thighs wide apart, her hips bucking, bucking. Her head went back and her pretty face contorted. His right hand leaped at her uptilted cunt. He flattened his palm on it, felt the sharp tip of her long clit. A wild cry filled the room; her lusty hunches swayed the bed; her whole luscious body jerked, trembled. Her right thigh vibrated against his leg; her coned tits pushed very high, and just as she reached her lunging pinnacle of delight he shoved his play finger deep into her cunt.
On their first date he had fingered her into a couple of pelvis orgasms and later she had gone off big around his shooting cock, but this was more dramatic! Her cunt was churning around his mini prick. She was firing both hot barrels. Her savage whimpers and strainings, the thresh of her black thighs against the bed, filled him with awe! His curvy tigress was coming harder than any girl ever had, with him!
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh, my God!" she panted, slowing her movements. "I knew it would be good and big with you, like it was before!"
"Great, great!" he whispered, keeping his finger in her cunt. He sank down at her right and nuzzled her upcurving, hard nippled breasts. Her left shoulder lifted; he braced his weight on his left elbow. He crawled his lips up the warm slope of her nearest tit; she shuddered and laced her fingers in his hair.
Those things need lots of kissing, honey," she murmured throatily. "Just yours! Just as long as you want me around!"
"Claudia, you're going to be around from now on," he said.
"God! Don't just say it, honey. I mean, is this for real?"
He slipped his finger slowly in and out of her juicy cunt. It tightened. His ears buzzed louder. He placed his thumb on her clit and wiggled it teasingly. She shuddered again, her fingers dug into his scalp.
"Is that the kind of answer you need, beautiful?" he asked.
"Y-yeeeess!" she panted. "Ohhhh, Andy! Do it all to me, honey. Everything! I'll give you more than all those whitey girls put together!"
"I know it," he murmured, opening his lips for a hard, alluring nipple. He licked it with his tongue. Her dark eyes glowed with excitement and passion. "But my pleasure is in giving you all of this you want. Understand?"
She nodded eagerly. "Some girls don't think a man your age has got it, honey. But they just don't know!"
"Right," he grinned. He rolled her long clit gently with his thumb. She gasped, her lips drew back against her shining white teeth.
"Ohh, ohhh, ohhh, God!" she breathed, shivering, her long thighs spreading wide. "Make me come again right now!"
"Nice and slow?" he whispered.
"Ohhh, yes! Right at first....Then look out!"
He smiled and rested his chin between her firm, warm tits. He watched the expression on her face. He was in control now. He could save his come for a long time. The musky fragrance of her body, the lazy upcurving of her pussy, the deep tremors of her pleasure, filled him with glorious pride. She knew she wouldn't get much real sliding prick, and she didn't care. She was giving with every atom of her being. She was his nice, hot, long-shanked and snug-cunted jungle girl; she was doing her sexy thing with the man she was crazy about.
There was no fantasy in his mind about any other girl; he was seeing her in thin wrappers, miniskirts and sweaters, in cocktail frocks and bikinis. He was seeing her on snow white sheets, pink sheets, striped sheets, like her shorty beach robe. And suddenly he knew he had to find out whether Kathi had lied.
"I heard you spotted me on a flight from San Francisco quite a while back," he said teasingly. "True or false?"
His hand on her cunt quieted, and some of the tension left her body. She smiled happily.
"Oh, you smarty. True."
"And you got a job as a waitress here so you could tempt me?"
"Oh, damn that Kathi! Can't a hot girl have any secrets?" she protested. She slid her right warm thigh cozily against him and pushed her titties higher. He pressed her clit again. She winced and shuddered, her eyes closing, her head starring to draw back.
"I'm very flattered, beautiful," he murmured.
"Ohhh-ohhhh-please!" she whimpered, her bottom rising. "I-I'm coming, honey. Right now!"
Her industrious plunges were too wildly tempting. His poor cock, already massaged by her tits and sucked sweetly by her hungry mouth, could bear only so much! He knew he could come again, later. A shot now wouldn't drain all of his passion. This was their reunion; his cock had never ached quite so fiercely in many a year.
She was already into her finger come, though. He took a nipple in his lips, sucked hard, and felt the jarring sweep of her need shake her beautiful body again. Her shout of pleasure was wonderful music in his senses. The quick clenching of her cunt roared his lust higher. At last she slowed and stopped shaking. She opened her eyes, staring at him with such warm adoration he was humbled again.
"Honey, I don't think I'll ever get enough of your kind of loving!" she breathed.
He pressed her pussy with more determination. Her eyes opened wide; she read his message.
"Ohhh, you need yours, don't your she gasped. "Let me on top, honey! Please?"
He smiled. She had extra sensory perception, this girl. No matter how turned on he was, he could last longer with the woman astraddle. They hadn't tried it before. ' He flattened on his back, he drew his finger out of her cunt. She crawled slowly above him, already breathing fast. The spread of her long, dark shanks, the downcurve of her luscious breasts, the hungry smile on her pretty face, the hunger in her eyes, put an extra hardness in his cock.
"Oh, honey!" she gasped. "I'm gonna be the best girl you ever put a prick into!"
He grinned, filling his hands with warm, dark titties. His ears weren't buzzing, they were roaring. He was feverish with girl need. The ache for her was all over his body; the years seemed to roll backward-he felt thirty instead of fifty-two! The party, the gin, her furious responses to his touches and kisses, and most of all, her eagerness to please him in every way, all blended into raging lust for her cunt. Not just any cunt, her cunt.
The touch of hot, wet labia on his swollen cockhead made him groan. The spiked nipple flesh in his hands grew harder. She urged her pussy tantalizingly lower, enclosing his glans with shivery cunt. She rocked her agile bottom slowly, around and around, back and forth, inching his prickmeat teasingly upward. She began to tighten her cunt!
"Goddamn!" he cried.
"You like that, honey?" she panted harshly. "My mother taught me how to please a man. Those whitey girls just don't know! Remember how it was on our first big date, honey? Sure, you figured I was easy. I'm black. But you did treat me like a lady; I knew you would! You had some other girl on your mind...."
"Not any more," he gasped.
"Oh, I know it! This is your pussy, honey. Nobody's had it since you had it. I don't he about things like that Olmhhhh, I'm coming! Don't shoot me yet, please!"
The urgency to break his load was almost overwhelming, but he noded, and gritted his teeth.
"I-won't-go crazy this time," she panted. "Not till you come!"
She lowered her cunt, the trembles of her tits and legs and ass told how good it was for her. Her pussy clenched, her breath sucked in. She rested with about four inches of cock in her twat and shuddered wildly. He felt the sweet wrenchings of her climax, the extra stiffness of her nipples which always erected when a girl went off. She did her best not to excite him into his oragasm-and she succeeded! She moaned with joy as the shakes and vibrations of her beautiful body diminished; she weaved her tits in his palms.
"Those kind come so slow and nice," she breathed. "You're such a nice, long-cocked lover!"
He was past the momentary crisis. He chuckled.
"You're the one, beautiful. You know more than I ever did."
"I don't want to wear you clear out, honey!" she giggled. "I won't mind if you look at those pretty white girls; a sexy man like you can't help it. Just save your prick for me!"
"Right," he said.
She stroked slowly, breathing hard again. "Ohhhh, Andy! Please come in me this time!"
He gripped her breasts, his aching prick tensed. She felt it, a lustful smile curved her sensual lips, her pussy tightened.
"This is it!" she gasped. "Ohhhhh, sweet Jesus!"
Her ups and downs quickened; she began to jab his glans at the bottom of her vagina. She was still careful, building the suspense, pleasing her man with juicy glides and teasing clenches of her knowing cunt muscles. Yes, he had fucked her before; it had been terrific, but this was the screaming end to all fucks. Glide, glide, glide, then a shivery pause. Around and around, back and forth, then another wait. His sex nerves shouted for release.
Her sensual lips came down to his mouth; her tongue flicked into the orfice; she rolled her warm, soft big lips on his chin and cheeks and mouth, breathing her pleasure. His tongue stroked upward. She sucked it and moaned. Her cunt shivered delectably.
He couldn't hold it any longer! The tide of passion drew down his spine, along his legs and up his swollen cockhead. Her head lifted, he got a better grip on her tits, and her strokes grew longer. She went away up, quickly down, oozing her wet cuntslips around his puffing nuts. Her trembles and shakes turned even more dramatic!
"Ohhhhhh, here it comes!" she wailed fiercely. "Ohhhh, honey! Fuck me your big load of come!"
Her savage hunches soared him into a new zone of sensual delight. The quick, sweet spasms of her cunt matched the pulsing stings in his cock! His freight of hot juice spewed excruciatingly into her bobbing, clenching cunt! She jabbed his glans at the core of her need, her convulsing depths. His come-shots were so hard and good he yelled loudly! The bed shimmied, and her scream of ecstasy rang shrilly higher than his own. Her cunt was mauling his meat. It was the damndest sensation he had ever known. Her cunt was sucking and pulling the passion from his legs and back and crotch. His cockhead felt five inches across. For a few seconds his ears didn't let him hear a thing. All of his sensations were accumulated in his booming prickhead.
She softened above him; his arms flopped out laxly. Her lush tits pressed into his heaving chest and her pussy seemed to caress his cock with soft, slick hot fingers. The creamy come load was oozing down around his slackened nuts.
"Ohhhhh, God!" she whispered. "Honey, I never had it that way before!"
"Right, beautiful!" he gasped. The easing of his erotic tensions left him fiercely alive and young. He wasn't depleted, he was a new man. His cock was shrinking a little, but it still had plenty of starch. Amazing! Her jungle youth and freshness was like a deep swig at the fountain of youth. She could give totally, without reservation. She was giving him a new lease on sensations.
"Ohhhh," she giggled. "Want some more, huh?"
"Not right away," he grinned.
"I'll go clean up and be right back," she breathed. "And then you better watch out!" He laughed.
"This here colored gal wants a lot more of your land of lovin,' big man!"
She kissed him hard on the mouth, wormed her tongue, then lifted quickly away. He saw the wet swell of her cunt, the coral inner labia protruding past the dark outer lips. He had never seen a pussy in such a state of tumescence. It was startling and horribly sexy.
She saw his staring eyes; she paused with her long, dark thighs apart and let him look at her come dribbling cunt. His cunt-slickened prick swelled again!
"Goddamn, that's a pretty pussy!" he cried.
Her adoring smile was the kind men dream about.
"After while will you eat it for me, honey?" she whispered, curving it out farther.
He pushed his tongue out as far as it would go. He wiggled it.
She twitched her chocolate rump and hunched slowly. She reached down with her hands and opened the swollen cuntlips. Her erotic pose, legs far apart, pussy tilted forward, let him see her long, pink clitoris. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
"Is that better, now?" she breathed. His tongue was so hard he simply nodded his head and grinned.
"Be back in a flash, honey!" she laughed. Her fingers came away from her cunt, her black thighs closed; she turned and swayed toward the bathroom, her firm rump cheeks twitching. Terrific! He was the luckiest bastard in southern California.
Anna crawled from her position at Karl's left and spread her thighs over his loins. He had been kissing her, playing with her titties and pussy, and now it was time for the nitty-gritty.
They were in a motel on the edge of Spokane; their plane had arrived only an hour before. Tomorrow they would drive to Wesley and drop the bomb. Divorce still was a nasty word in the small farming town they knew so well, but others had lived through it. She knew her father would be pleased about one thing; Jill had agreed to a cash settlement. She would claim none of the land Karl controlled. With the property Hans had and Karl's hundreds of acres, they would some day be very wealthy.
After their swift screw at the beach house under the sheet, she and Karl had left the party scene and rented a motel suite. They had fucked and fucked! Now they were having another party; it might be a while before they could openly five together. But with Jill and Doug both gone, far away in Santa Barbara, they still could get together until the divorce thing was final.
She brought her knees forward and lowered her eager cunt. She was getting better! She didn't have to reach under and steer his prick to the juicy target. Ohhhh, yes. Now! They had fucked the night before in a motel near the Santa Barbara airport, but they couldn't seem to get enough of it.
"Ohhhh, that's good!" she cried, easing his big, thick cockhead up into her pussy. She knew Jill had talked sexy during the act, and she wanted to be even better than the big, lusty blonde.
"Yeahhhhh, man!" Karl breathed, his hands rising to her tits.
"I want to make up for all the times I didn't go outside with you, honey!" she panted.
"You are, cutie," he muttered. His hands tightened on her breasts.
His knob stretched her tender cunt flesh. Ohhh, his prick fit so beautifully in her pussy! He was younger than Doug; he was stronger. She had cheated and swapped to get him, but she didn't care! He loved her cunny and her breasts; he liked the way she kissed.
Doug and Jill and the twins could have their wild sex parties; she had always been a one-man girl.
"Tell me just how you want it this time, darling," she breathed. His prick was buried to the hilt in her eager pussy.
"Good and slow, cutie," he grinned. "You're getting better all the time."
"Ohhh, I just love this stuff," she gasped, starting her strokes. 'You can have my cunt any time you want it!"
He chuckled, his prick flexed deliciously in her slickened puss. The bed commenced to sigh. One, two, three, pause. Four, five, six-pause. Now, around and around. Wait. Seven, eight, nine....
How long it lasted she couldn't remember. But she knew when to lunge swiftly. Her nipples erected in his palms, her ass flashed up and down, her pussy exploded with rippling intensity, and when his knob puffed and erupted its man come in her busy cunt, she shouted her joy. His groan of delight was the best sound she had ever heard; she was no longer afraid of spermy man shootings; her pussy needed every drop!
She was home again with a man who knew how to make her days a dream and her nights just pure heaven.
EPILOGUE
I got him, Claudia thought. I got that beautiful, sexy hunk of man. He couldn't see me at first, I was just another colored girl on the make. He figured I was another waitress looking for a setup, willing to trade my body for a white man's fun and security.
Well, he knows different now. Kathi spilled part of it; I told him the rest. Sure, I know why Kathi was so friendly for a long time. She wanted some black pussy. Well, I don't go for that Lesbian stuff. I tried it once and it wasn't much. I need a man. He's so right for me I can come while we're dancing. That ought to prove something!
My pussy is all wet and turned on. He said he'd eat it for me. Too much! Flight 069, I just love you!
