Chapter 10
THAT EVENING LEE LISTENED WITH great interest when Bonita told about the sexual adventure she'd had during the day. He wanted to go across the street and meet Doris right away, but Bonita told him that he'd better save himself for the party the next night. He laughed and said that he hadn't meant that he wanted to have sex; and that Walt was probably banging his young sister-in-law himself.
Actually, Lee had thought that he'd had enough sex over the weekend to last him a few days, but listening to his wife's vivid descriptions soon changed his mind. The throbbing erection he got was a result of listening that changed his mind. He didn't tell her that the mental pictures of Doris taking it in the rear had a great deal to do with his hard-on.
He told Bonita that he'd make it as fast as he could, but he didn't come when she climaxed after about five minutes of steady pounding. He then screwed her for about a half an hour longer without coming. She finally asked him to stop. He did, almost expecting her to say that he should shove his slippery prick into her other hole.
She wiped his dick off with a towel and took it in her mouth. Even that expertly applied caress took about
ten minutes to produce the spurting results desired by them both. He wished that Bonita wasn't so sensitive to pain. He went to sleep thinking about Doris and how it'd be a first for him if she shoved her tail hole at him and said to ram his pecker in.
Bonita didn't like the thoughts that'd popped into her mind during the day with Paul and Doris, and while laboring a few minutes before to make her husband explode. Doris seemed to enjoy the sensation of being screwed in the wrong hole so much that she'd been tempted to give it a try. Her fear of pain had prevented it, though. And when she wasn't passionate the idea was even somewhat disgusting.
She wondered if Walt would screw Doris before the party. She'd wanted to go with Doris after the threesome session and see how Kathy reacted. That seemingly insatiable young wanton had said that she'd rather talk to her sister alone, though.
She'd called Kathy on the phone later in the afternoon. Kathy reported that Doris had gone to try and see her husband and tell him about the party. Kathy then voluntarily reported that she and Doris had had a talk, both agreeing that their gay activities needn't and wouldn't result in them doing anything together that would be considered absolutely wrong even by the most jaded person. She hadn't told about Doris' desire to engage in anal intercourse, even after Kathy had mentioned seeing the panel truck parked in the driveway. She'd felt that it'd be better for Kathy to find that out herself.
Bonita went to sleep thinking about Steve and Marie, the two youngsters she hoped to be seeing and enjoying sexually at her swapping party the next evening.
Kathy was in bed, but she wasn't trying to go to sleep. She was staring into the dimness and wondering
why she'd told Walt to go down the hall to her sister's room. She guessed that she'd been afraid that Doris would come to the door and ask to borrow Walt; or maybe even climb into bed with them.
Kathy sighed. Doris was what Paul would call a hot-ass, that was for sure. Most of the talk had been embarrassing after Doris had returned and told about making it with Bonita and Paul. Kathy smiled to herself. She'd seen the panel truck and had masturbated twice while picturing the acrobatic activities going on across the street..
She still wasn't sure why she hadn't gone over there and joined them. As Doris said, they didn't have to kiss or go down on each other even though they were engaged in group-sex. And it'd probably be wild as hell at Bonita's party.
Doris told about liking to be screwed in both places; and how Steve had stretched her anus with his big cock. That had been the most embarrassing part of the talk. She had kind of flinched at the thought of having a stiff pecker jammed up her ass. That had to be painful! No matter if Doris had said that the pain was soon replaced by a strange and thrilling kind of pleasure, even during the first experience.
Doris had gone on to tell about some of her experiences before getting married. Just about all the wildly erotic things Kathy had heard and read about had apparently been sampled and enjoyed by Doris. All female group-sex, male and female gang-bang orgies, and sex with as many as five males at the same time. Yet she'd said that she hadn't cheated on Steve, until that day.
And right at that moment, Kathy thought, kicking aside the sheet and swinging her feet to the carpet. Before she could give in to the urge to go take a peek, her naked husband entered the darkened bedroom. He'd been gone about twenty mmutes. Swinging back onto the bed, too late to keep him from knowing that she'd started to get up, she waited to see what he was going to say and do.
Getting in bed, he cuddled her nude body in his arms, pressed his erect penis against her hip, and said, "That sister of yours is really a hot fire-cracker, honey! I don't knew how young Steve has enough energy left to cheat on her!"
"How did she happen to let you leave with this?" Kathy asked, reaching and grabbing his stiff prick.
Chuckling softly, Walt ran his hand down along her body and started caressing her pussy. "I guess Doris has compassion to go along with her passion, Kathy. She got me hard a second time and then said that you might need some loving." He probed with his finger and expertly stimulated her clitoris. "Are you sorry that you sent me to her, honey?"
"I don't really know," Kathy said, squirming as she enjoyed the fingering, and moving her clasping fingers to and fro along the length of his rigid rod a few times. "You would've had her tomorrow night at the party, anyway. Where is this all going to end, Walt? What's going to happen to us if we keep on with this—this obsession we seem to have for everything sexual?"
"I think we're just trying to make up for the things we missed out on in our younger days, Kathy. As to where it's going to end, and what's going to happen to us, it'll end when you want it to end, and no matter what happens we're going to stay married."
"That sounds encouraging," Kathy whispered. "Kiss me and then climb on and in and screw the hell out of me, honey. Maybe that'll chase away the doubts I've been having since Doris popped in on us so unexpectedly."
He kissed her and then climbed on and in and screwed the hell out of her. The doubts were still in her mind when they were both limp, though. She wondered what he'd say if she suggested that they stop swapping and she stopped taking the pill. She was still a coward.
She didn't think she was ready to face the discomfort and the pain of having a baby.
Bonita looked around the living room. Her guests were all there. They'd all been introduced, they'd all been served at least two drinks, they'd all sized each otlier up, and she knew that they were waiting for her to get things rolling. She caught Lee's eye, but he grinned and looked away. She knew that she wouldn't get much help from him in breaking the ice. He'd told her to just tell the people to take their clothes off and pick out a willing partner as soon as they arrived.
When she'd told him not to be silly, and to give her some serious advice as to how they should handle things, he'd insisted that his advice had been serious. Then he laughed and told her that he'd just sit back and get a big bang out of watching her matching the guests up for screwing, or for whatever kind of sex they preferred. Which he was doing, she thought, forcing a smile when she again caught his eye. She silently formed the words, "You bastard," with her lips, and his grin only broadened while one eye closed in a quick wink.
Walt and Kathy had arrived first, saying that Doris had gone to get Steve. Shortly afterward Paul had arrived with his young wife. Marie had brown hair, lovely brown eyes, a sweet face, and a marvelous shape. Lee had moved right in on the sexy-looking girl, after shaking Paul's hand, and they were sitting close together on one of the couches. Paul was sitting near Walt and Kathy, seemingly telling them something funny.
It wasn't long before Doris arrived with her handsome young husband. Steve Davison was an outdoor man, a construction worker of some kind, and his face and hands were very tan. He had blond hair, bleached almost white from the sun, and he looked very muscular. His eyes were dark blue, and his perfect teeth were very white against his dark tan. He'd been frowning most of the time, as he was then, and he seemed to be a sullen young man. Bonita had the sudden feeling that he'd rather be just about any place than there. She hoped he didn't cause any trouble. The other men could handle him if he did start something, though. She'd tell him right off the bat that he'd better not even knock on the back door, let alone try and enter it!
Bonita finished her second drink, got up from the straight-back chair she'd been using, and swayed over to the bar. She had on a curve-hugging white knit dress and she heard Paul give a little whistle. She wondered if his gorgeous young wife went the gay route. Marie shouldn't object to assuming the passive role, though, even if she happened to be totally inexperienced in the rites of Lesbianism. It was a cinch that Paul had taught her the delights of being tongued to a climax.
Feeling all eyes on her, Bonita made a little show of clearing her throat, and then said, "I guess we all know why we're here."
Lee chuckled and clapped his hands together a few times. "You can say that again, baby!"
"But I won't," Bonita said. "My husband has a big mouth at times, folks. But I don't really mind. He knows what to do with it and his tongue at the most important times. Like when I'm hot and ready—" she laughed "—and sometimes when I'm not!"
"I can just about count those times," Lee said, grinning. "Go on, honey. I just wanted to get our guests relaxed for your speech." He chuckled. "Thaf s what I was trying to do, anyhow!"
"I'm not going to make much of a speech," Bonita said. "In fact, there really isn't much that I want to say. Except that I want everybody to have a good time. As the hostess, I think I have the right to pick as my first partner the only man I haven't had. Unless Steve turns me down, of course! And I think my husband, the host with the big mouth and a big cock, should have his
pick. But since there are two beauties new to him, and I wouldn't want him to hurt either one's feelings, I'll suggest that he take Marie to a bedroom first. And I can assure Doris that she doesn't have to worry about there not being enough left for her!"
"Doris could come along with us," Lee said, slipping his arm around Marie's waist and pulling her close. "Unless, of course, either one of the two young beauties object."
"Anything to have fun," Marie said, kissing Lee's cheek. •
"The bitch I married sure as hell won't object," Steve said, taking Bonita's arm. He laughed, apparently to show that he was kidding, and lifted his other hand and pinched Doris' cheek. "Will you, honey?"
"I'd better warn everybody that Steve has a chip on his shoulder," Doris said. "He thinks that we're a bunch of perverted creeps for wanting to swap openly instead of sneaking around and getting our jollies. He—"
"That's enough!" Steve said sharply. Then, in a softer tone, "We did have a heated discussion, folks. About this swapping stuff. But since I'm here, it proves that I'm all for it. Come on, Bonita. Let's go see how things fit!"
Bonita didn't like the way things were going; nor the rough way Steve tugged at her arm with his squeezing fingers. But she hurried him out of the living room before any more words could be exchanged. Lee and Walt were both frowning and she didn't want any trouble before her party got started.
In the bedroom, the light on and the door closed, Steve grabbed her roughly. His mouth bruised her lips, and his strong fingers dug painfully into her buttocks. She didn't feel his pecker, though. Hard or soft. She struggled and pushed against his chest until he released her and pulled his mouth away.
"I hope you aren't a sadist!"
Steve averted his eyes. "I'm sorry. I just got carried away, I guess."
Bonita wasn't sure that he was speaking the truth, but she let it go. She felt that he was angry about being there with Doris: and that maybe he still thought swappers were a bunch of perverted creeps. She was sure that he was only attending the party because his wife had insisted. Or maybe because she'd threatened divorce.
She decided that she'd better warn him not to stick her in the wrong place. She did so, speaking bluntly, and after a fleeting frown he grinned and said that he was in the habit of treating a female the way she wanted to be treated.
They got undressed while exchanging the few words. Lust had started to register in his eyes long before she was naked, but she still didn't see physical evidence of his arousal, and was a little worried until she saw that he was wearing a jock strap.
"That is something," she said, "to have to keep it tied down, I mean."
He silently removed the restraining jock strap. His poking prick was just about as big as Lee's, maybe even bigger around, she thought, licking her lips as he walked forward. She perched her butt on the side of the bed. He seemed to have forgotten his anger, or hate, and he sounded like a young boy when he asked if she. wanted to blow him.
She answered by grabbing his hard cock with one hand, his heavy balls with the other, and engulfing the sleek knob. It was bigger around than Lee's dick. He put his hands behind her head and forced his throbbing tool down her throat and held it there. She squeezed his balls hard enough to make him back off and pull his prick free.
"Don't get so damn rough," she said angrily. "What the hell's the matter with you? Anybody'd think you
hadn't had.that done to you before. I'll bet Doris does it every morning before breakfast!"
"I'm sorry," Steve said. He chuckled, and it didn't sound all that forced. "Again!" His fingers stroked her hair. "I'm just nervous, Bonita. I can't seem to get used to the idea that Doris would want to swap like this. And her beautiful sister! I'm disappointed in Kathy! She always seemed so—so innocent! You know?"
"I know," Bonita said, meaning it. "Maybe when you actually have sex with Kathy you'll feel differently about everything. She's like I am, though. She can't stand pain, I mean."
"I'll remember that," Steve said, rubbing the end of his stiff rod back and forth across her parted lips. "Would you be willing to go get her? After we have a session? Maybe I wouldn't be so backward around her if you were with us. Besides, I really go for the threesome bit, don't you?"
Bonita pulled her face back. "Let's put that beauty where it belongs and talk about what we like and don't like later. Okay?"
"You're the boss, as well as the hostess, and if you keep on being so nice to me I just might forgive you for getting Doris started on this swapping kick."
Steve was grinning, so Bonita decided to ignore the threatening note she thought she'd detected in his tone. But while getting on the bed, on her back, she told herself that she'd have Lee and the other husbands have a talk with Steve if he kept on behaving as if he were doing everybody a great favor by just being there.
He waited for her to do the guiding and then pushed in slowly. His big cock stretched her cunt, but he gave her time to adjust before starting slow thrusts, and soon she wrapped her legs around his waist and began to move with him.
He remained braced on his hands and arms. "I usually go down on a girl at least for a few seconds before putting it in." He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. "You seemed in a hurry, though. Are you anxious to get Kathy in here with us? Have you two gone down on each other?"
"Yes, and yes," she said, putting her arms around his neck. "Now kiss me, screw me faster, and come with me!"
He kissed her, screwed her faster, and they came together. Then he urged her to get Kathy.
Lee couldn't figure Marie out. She wouldn't talk. She hadn't said more than half a dozen words, but most of those had been yes. He didn't know if she was stupid; or just didn't have anything to say. She was friendly enough. Hell, a gal couldn't be any more friendly in a physical sense of the word. But he was afraid that deep down she hated being there, or hated Paul for bringing her to a swapping party. He couldn't have given a real reason for thinking this; it was just a feeling he had.
Doris had surprised everybody by not coming to the bedroom. That sexy gal had said that she could wait, that she didn't want to give Kathy such a good break by being left with Walt and Paul, but he'd somehow gotten the idea that she was sorry she brought her husband.
Steve did seem to have a chip on his shoulders. The young guy had all the appearances of having a mean streak in him too. Well, there were enough men around to handle him if he did get out of line. And after Bonita got through with him he'd probably be too happily sated to think about causing any kind of trouble!
While thinking these thoughts, and thrilling to the passion that was finally beginning to soar dangerously near the exploding point, Lee had been watching Marie's bouncing butt. She was on top, riding his thrusting tool. She'd been going at him like that for about five minutes, ever since he'd made her come with his tongue, and after she'd sucked on his dick for a minute or two.
She had a nice pussy. Her clit was a dainty little thing. She'd spasmed almost as soon as he'd touched the erect organ with his tongue. He'd even considered lapping her to another release. But for thoughts of the other willing females in the house.
There'd been some passionate tongue-sucking kissing at first, of course. And he'd enjoyed himself nibbling on her heavy titties. She had a magnificent body, really, and he hoped she and Paul would become regular members of the group.
He got on his back and motioned for her to use her mouth. Remembering what Paul had told Bonita, about how Marie had stopped blowing him after he'd shot off in her mouth, there'd been a warning given to Marie in plenty of time. She'd climbed on, engulfed him in a different manner, and had been moving faster and faster all the time.
"I think I'd better flip you over on your back," Lee said, putting his hands on her active buttocks. Her skin was soft and smooth. He hated a rough ass. "Right now, Marie! Unless you want me to let it go like this!"
She apparently did want him to explode like that. Or else she was too far gone to want to change positions— because she lifted her face from beside his, glued her mouth to his and darted her tongue in harmony with the thrusts of his cock in her clasping cunt.
He surprised himself by lasting through her spasmodic climax. She broke the kiss, even as she stopped her outward and inner movements. He squeezed her ass and grinned. For a moment he thought she was going to say something without being prompted. But she only smiled.
He didn't say anything, either. He just rolled her over on her side, then on her back, keeping his stiff shaft deep in her juicy pussy, and when he started fast strokes she picked up the tempo, and pulled his open mouth to hers.
He lasted long enough to make her come again. They blended in a simultaneous climax. He lifted his face and gazed into her eyes. He saw tears.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I didn't think Paul would really let me do this," she said, closing her eyes. "This swapping isn't right. I'll always hate him for treating our marriage so lightly. I might even divorce him."
Lee didn't say anything. He wished that she'd kept on being silent. The stupid bitch. Next she'd be saying that she hadn't really enjoyed herself.
He withdrew and swung from her and the bed before she could say something like that. He'd get cleaned up and go get his crack at Doris. Besides, they needed to give somebody else a chance at the bed, unless the party had really started swinging and the guests were having sex right in the living room.
He hoped, he hoped!