Chapter 3
Rob and Roy McAn, for being playboys with substantial affluence, were really day people, up and about early in the morning, while their twin sister wives preferred lounging in bed beyond a respectable hour. This presented some conflict, but, since the boys usually went one way and the girls another, they had adjusted to it.
So, after a night of frantic sexual activity with Steve Weir, Bet and Babs were prepared to spend the majority of the next day in bed—asleep. The boys were up early, bouncing around as if they had all the energy in the world. Skiing was one of their most avid interests. After consulting with Ed Jones, they discovered there was some snow at a much higher elevation. Ed was pretty much caught up with his painting. He decided to take the day off and drive up with the boys. On impulse, although they were completely aware that Steve Weir had made it with their wives the night before, Roy and Rob decided to invite their old friend along.
Steve was in no respectable state to go on an outing, but because he had completely shot his load with the McAn girls, Dot had given him a hard time—not so much because he made it with the girls, but because he did not save any for her. Completely wiped out, he was only barely able to crawl in bed beside her and kiss her patronizingly, before he slipped into exhausted unconsciousness. Almost out of self-defense, Steve decided to join the other three men. He would be able to sleep during the drive.
That morning Dot helped Zoe make curtains for some of the cabins. The women were pensive and had little chatter to offer one another. Zoe could tell Dot was upset about something, and figured it was caused by the fact that Steve had disappeared with the McAn girls while they were playing Bridge.
Finally, after pouring each of them a cup of coffee, Zoe crossed behind Dot and put her arm around her shoulders. "You know, baby, one thing you've got to learn about this swapping game is that you can't get jealous or even envious over your husband making it with some other gal or gals. He still loves you."
"I know that, Zoe." Dot stared up into the woman's understanding face. Then, on impulse, she threw her arms about Zoe's waist and hugged her. "I know he loves me—and I know that we both have things for making the scene with other persons. It's just that he was too pooped after romping with those broads to have any juice left for me."
"Hmmm. And you've got a twitchy cooze this morning."
"Seems like I'm ready most of the time. The doctor says I have a gland problem." Dot squeezed even tighter.
"You know, people in general have some queer notions about sex." Zoe brushed Dot's short red hair back from her forehead. "A lot of them think it can only happen one way, or that if two or more people of the same sex have fun and games, there's something wrong with it. Nonsense! A lot of times individuals of the same sex can satisfy each other more than members of the opposite sex."
"Huh?" Dot was wide-eyed.
"Sure, baby," Zoe chuckled. "Some people go one way, some go another, and some go both ways and all ways. And the more variety they get, the better sex becomes."
Dot took her arms from around Zoe. "You mean, just two girls doing it, without a man?"
"Why not?" Zoe stroked her hand down the back of Dot's head and around her shoulder, gently letting it fall toward her protruding bust. "Two girls, three girls, four girls—it's all a kick, at least worth trying once."
Dot was uncertain as to whether it was the presence of Zoe's hand on her tit or the thought of having sex with three or four women at once that caused her to tremble with a certain excitement. She shook all over, as a matter of fact. Her first impulse was to put her arms back around Zoe, to rest her head on the warm belly and perhaps caress her fingers down into her crotch, or slide them up her dress to pet the furry pussy hidden beneath. It took much control to restrain herself from doing that. Instead she attempted to put a studied shocked expression on her face. "Three or four girls? I mean—where would you find—that is, two others—?"
Zoe rolled her eyes upward as if indicating the second floor where the McAn twin girls were sleeping. She smiled and winked. "After all, the men will be gone all day and perhaps into the evening. Unless we get some unexpected guests, which is hardly likely this time of the week, there will just be the four of us gals looking for something to amuse ourselves."
"Do you think the McAn girls would do it?" There was a certain eagerness in Dot's voice that she could not disguise. "I mean, Steve told me they were real man hungry."
"One of their husbands confided that both the McAn boys and the McAn girls were ac/dc."
"Ac/dc?"
"They swing with either men or women." Zoe ran her hand again through Dot's hair and reached down to firmly squeeze her boob. "Let's get these curtains finished and hung. Maybe the sleeping beauties will make a grand entrance upon the world a little later on. However, I'll give you odds that we can make it with them. And it wouldn't surprise me in the least if they approach us first with a proposition."
Now Dot was even more alive with anticipation. The more she considered the possibility of making the sex scene with the McAn girls, the more twitchy her cunt became, so that she could hardly concentrate on the sewing of the curtains.
Zoe knew, from past experience, that girls like Dot, who were never really fully sexually satisfied, had to be led into such a Lesbian type of circumstance with a certain finesse, or they might have a negative reaction—or worse yet, may totally change their outlook toward sex and want to go the female homosexual route all the way. But Zoe felt herself competent in handling the situation.
The curtains were finished around two in the afternoon, hemmed and pressed, ready to be hung. The girls had taken time out for a light lunch, at which time, although out-and-out mention of sex was not made, they did wonder about the McAn twins and their extremely late sleeping habits. Dot thought that if they were so worn out and fatigued from the bout of the night before, what must poor Steve be like.
Later Dot and Zoe made the rounds of the cabins to hang the curtains. At the second cabin, Dot climbed up on the step stool to put the rods in place as Zoe handed her the curtains. The stool began to teeter as Dot stretched to put the rod on the hood, she shrieked. Zoe reached up and, seemingly inadvertently, ran her hand up under Dot's skirt to steady her thigh.
"Just hold your hand on my leg till I catch this on there." Dot was so busily attempting to get the rod in place that it was several seconds before she was aware that Zoe's hand was high up on her naked thigh. As she relaxed back from her tiptoed position, Zoe's fingers slid further up her thigh until they lightly brushed against the smooth panties.
"You okay now?" Zoe held her hand in place until she was certain.
"I've got my balance, if that's what you mean, but—" Dot gave an embarrassed giggle.
"But-?"
"I was just thinking how good your hand felt—you know, on my leg—and especially when your finger rubbed up into my—well, my panties." Dot looked down as Zoe quickly lifted her hand. However, before she could retrieve it from that spot, Dot moved her other leg so that Zoe's hand was caught between her thighs. "Guess I must be horny as hell, huh?"
Zoe squeezed her fingers into the soft white flesh of Dot's upper thigh. She could barely feel the rayon of her panties above. Dot wiggled and slightly undulated her hips as if to keep Zoe's hand in place, but to also encourage it to feel around.
"I would say," Zoe replied after kneading the soft flesh several times and working her index finger up high enough to trace the slit of Dot's cunt beneath the panties, "that Steve neglecting you last night left you in a bad way."
"Tell me, don't I know it." Dot squirmed again and tried to push herself further down so Zoe's finger would penetrate into the panties.
Zoe gave one final squeeze, lined her finger back and forth over the crack, and eased her hand out from between the two viselike thighs. "Come on, we've got two more cabins to do."
"Give me a hand." Dot looked down, her face red, her lips glistening.
"Give you a hand? Where?" Zoe grabbed hold of Dot's wrist and helped her down. The two women stood next to each other, Dot practically oozing her body up against Zoe's. The latter smiled and reached up to pinch Dot's tit, just once before she gathered the remaining curtains and hurried out of the cabin.
Zoe climbed the step stool in the next cabin. As she stood on tiptoes to put the rod in place, her short skirt pulled upward so that her panties were exposed.
"Careful!" Dot got so she was at Zoe's right side. She reached her hands up and clasped them about the woman's thighs. "Here, let me steady you."
"Easy does it."
Dot had placed her hands just below Zoe's pink panties. As Zoe came back down, Dot let her hand move up to her crotch so she could feel the outline of slit and soft fuzzy hair beneath. She stroked it several times, as if petting a pussy of the feline type. Zoe looked down at her, smiled, then reached to put the other end of the rod in place. As she did, Dot caressed up and lined her fingers down the cut of her crotch and under between her legs, allowing her finger to stroke into the cunt-lips beneath the silky fabric. They were moist. Dot slid her fingers up to massage Zoe's clitoris. Then, as Zoe got down from her tiptoes, Dot's hand reached up to the elastic and slowly tugged the panties over Zoe's hips and down her thighs. She used both hands to roll them down to her feet.
"You'd better step out of them if you don't want to trip," Dot advised, as she held the panties for Zoe to do just that.
"Don't tell me you're getting cunt-happy, too!" Zoe laughed, as Dot slid the panties up her arm and rested them on her shoulder.
"Too?"
"I mean cock-happy when a guy is around," Zoe replied as she looked down at the excited woman, "and cunt-happy when a guy isn't around."
Dot wet her lips and laughed. "Just keeping up with the Joneses."
"Or going down with the Joneses," Zoe added with a bit of irony.
"Going down with? Hmmm. That sounds like fun." Dot ran her hand back up Zoe's leg until she tickled the pubic hair, then fingered her way in between cunt-lips until she found the vaginal opening in which to thrust her finger.
"Oooo, you're getting good at that, honey," Zoe called down. "But do me a favor and clip that fingernail. You're liable to snag or pierce something important with that. Besides, with the end rounded, it makes it feel more like a cock—smaller, but the same general feel."
Dot swabbed her finger back and forth several times. "Sorry about that. Say, have you ever heard of a rubber device that looks like a man's organ?"
"Seen one? Unfinger me," Zoe chuckled, "and when we get the other curtains hung, I'll show you one."
"Really?"
"Cross my heart."
Before they got the last curtains up, at which time Dot climbed again to hang them, Zoe managed to remove Dot's panties in much the same way that hers had been taken off. She, too, let her fingers explore the cunt above her. Then the girls, each carrying the other's panties slung over their shoulders, headed for the lodge. They were arm in arm as they entered the main reception area, only to be met by the arched eyebrows of Babs and Bet McAn.
"Hi!" Zoe was all smiles and personality, and aroused. "You lovelies finally shake the sleep from your eyes?"
"We helped ourselves to coffee," Babs announced.
"Looks like the boys got off as threatened," Bet filled in and scanned the two women before them.
"All the men have taken off," Zoe said, "leaving just us four girls. Some sort of problem we can help you with?"
Bet and Babs exchanged glances. They had been eyeing Zoe and Dot lasciviously—but then, there were very few people, male or female, whom they did not appraise sexually. The twins smiled in unison and once again swept their glances over the well-defined curves of the women before them. Their eyes stopped at the panties slung over Zoe and Dot's shoulders. Eyebrows raised.
"Been hunting and catch a couple of goodies?" Babs questioned, sucking in her cheeks so that her lips puckered.
"As a matter of fact," Zoe said, without sounding ruffled, "we've been hanging curtains, and all that stretching was too much for the elastic—they slipped."
"Ah, too bad," Bet exclaimed and attempted to look slightly horrified at the tragedy. "Of course, Babs and I hardly ever wear panties—for expediency's sake."
Babs put her arm around her sister and reached so that she could pinch her tit. "What's there to do around here with the men gone? And I suppose there's not a good stiff prick around for miles."
"Thought you—" Dot snapped, but Zoe quickly interrupted.
"We were under the impression," Zoe smiled sweetly with a genuine expression, "that you two were well taken care of last night."
"We were. But that was last night and this is today." Babs tossed her head back so that her bleached hair fell over her shoulders.
Zoe slid Dot's panties down from her shoulder and twirled them on her finger. "Well, we were planning to do a little muff-diving ourselves—or whatever—if you girls would care to join us."
"Muff-diving?" Bet questioned, and Babs whispered an explanation. "Oh! Sounds groovy!"
"Like four grooves." Zoe was twinkling with excitement.
All four girls laughed, and Zoe led the way into the Jones's apartment.
It was only a matter of seconds before each of the girls had pulled off all their garments and all four stood a bit awkwardly eyeing and admiring the naked flesh of the others.
"Shouldn't someone say," Babs questioned, "get on your mark; get set; go?"
"Or ollie-ollie-ox-in-free!" Bet put her fingers beneath one of Dot's tits, and bounced it as if weighing it for size. "My, that's a nice pair of boobs you've got there. No wonder Steve was so good. I'll bet you give him a helluva lot of practice."
Dot wiggled beneath Bet's touch. "He gets his share. Ooo, that tickles! But it isn't practice—it's the real thing!"
Babs placed her hand on the second of Dot's tits with a light milking motion, then she placed her hand on one of Zoe's tits, while Bet stroked at Zoe's other. Zoe, too, fondled one each of the twins' breasts, while Dot was the last to catch up and participate in the action.
As the hands clutched and groped tits, the torsos were shoved together so that each was touching at least two others. Now Babs turned her face to Zoe's and bent her head forward so that their lips could touch. Zoe responded, and soon first one and then the other was opening wide to suck the other's tongue in. Dot was not so certain that she wanted to participate that far, when Bet turned her face to her, but she was so aroused by the manipulation of her tits that she was hot enough to do anything. Soon the four broke into couples as they embraced, hugged, fondled tits and slid their hands down smooth bodies until they dug their fingers into each other's snatches. Once fingers touched the liquid cunt-lips and poked into slimy caverns, all four girls began lunging their bodies and rolling from side to side as their anticipation grew.
After they had spent some time kissing and rubbing each other into ecstatic heights, they changed partners and continued to even further moments of arousal. Zoe finally broke away from the other three to go get something. Once she was away, both Babs and Bet dove their mouths for Dot's tits and sucked the nipples in until they became so hard and sensitive that Dot moaned and groaned with rolling hysterical screams. While the twins had their mouths on Dot's tits, they each had a finger stuffed up into her cunt. Dot's fingers were in the twin's pussies, groping and gouging. All three of their clits were hard with the rubbing given by the others, and their bodies flopped and twisted as ring after ring of excitement splashed through them.
When Zoe returned from her mission, she had a two-headed dildo, about twelve inches long and bowed. While she watched the other three in frenzied action, she used one hand to part her own cunt-lips, while she inserted the hard rubber into her vagina with the other hand. She gouged it in as far as it would go, slamming it against her cervix and ramming it in and out a couple of times to increase her enthusiasm—as if that was really necessary.
"Okay," Zoe called, like a truck driver in heat, "which of you broads wants to be fucked?"
Bet pulled her mouth away from wherever it was, long enough to eye the hard, curved rubber protruding from the slit of Zoe's cunt. The shape and size was exactly what her twat was twitching for. She pulled herself away from the other two and simply asked, "Where?"
"Get on the floor and spread your legs, baby." Zoe used her hand to guide Bet to the floor and immediately scrambled to get on her knees and crawl in between her legs. As she did, Bet pulled her knees forward so that her rear end rocked up off the floor and her cunt was spread wide, a glistening cavern awaiting the penetration of that organ she so greatly admired and longed to have inside her. Zoe ran the cock-head of the dildo up and down the slit of Bet's cunt, until she was able to catch the large rubber knob between the flexible lips of the opening. As the cunt-lips clamped around it, she slowly thrust herself forward until the fullness of the rubber prong was completely within Bet and their pussy hairs met, the wetness of their cunts rubbing against each other.
Babs and Dot, attracted by the other two girls' performances, broke from what they were doing. Almost immediately, Babs crossed to straddle her sister's body, facing Zoe. Using one hand to spread her pussy, Babs put her other hand behind Zoe's head and guided it to her twat. Zoe projected her tongue and licked it. Bet, from below, observing this bit, put the soles of her feet against Babs' buttocks to support her in that position. Now Zoe began a slow methodic pumping of her pelvis, in tempo with the lapping of her tongue into Babs' snatch.
Dot watched, her own cunt drooling at the sight of all the activity. Zoe was milking Babs' tits and Babs was fondling Zoe's. Dot crouched down, straddling Bet's head and facing her, so that Bet could lick and finger up into Dot's cunt. Once Bet's tongue connected with her oozy cunt-lips and her fingers gouged at her clitoris, Dot began kissing and licking over Babs' back.
It was not long in that position before the girls began groaning and squealing, their bodies becoming more spastic with each thrust of the dildo, tongue and fingers.
Babs screamed out first. "Jesus, girl! With a tongue like that I'd marry you, if you weren't already spoken for! Christ, I'm ready to shoot!!" Her body rolled into a big, juicy, screaming climax, which so excited Dot that she immediately felt her cunt flood with release.
The rubber dildo slid in and out of Zoe's and Bet's cunts with an accelerated rhythm, while they both lapped their tongues into the cunts at their faces. At last their action became so spastic and convulsive that their bodies bolted almost in unison with the feverish orgasm that shot through them.
Although momentarily spent, they would each try variations on the theme before the afternoon was over.