Chapter 11
BONITA AND LEE MET IN THE HALL, BOTH surprised that they left their sex partners at the same time. Steve's cock was clean and hard and he was waiting on the bed. Marie was still in the bathroom adjoining the other bedroom. Lee had put on his trousers, but Bonita had remained naked.
"You're going to the living 100m like that?" Lee asked, looking her up and down, then playfully tweaking her nearest swollen nipple. "Hell, woman, don't you know that you're apt to get raped!"
"Maybe I'm hoping that men and women will pounce on me from all directions," Bonita said, pattmg his cheek. "How was it with Maris?"
"You'll like her," Lee said. "Her body, anyhow. She doesn't have much more than that to offer."
"What more do you want from the wives, honey?"
"Nothing," Lee said, meaning it. "You give me everything else I need."
"HI accept that as a compliment," Bonita said, moving close and putting her arms around his neck. "I was on my way to get Kathy for a threesome. I imagine you're on your way to get Doris."
"You have a good imagination," Lee said, slipping his hands down along her smooth back and squeezing
her smooth ass. "I thought I'd try something I've never tried."
"That I don't even want to hear about," Bonita said, not sure that she was speaking the truth. She felt his penis lifting and pulled her arms from around his neck. "At the risk of hurting your feelings, I'll suggest that we hurry and see what we've been missing."
Lee grinned. "I was going to suggest the same thing."
Their parted lips met briefly, and they soon found that they hadn't been missing much. Doris and Paul were on one couch, doing some hot necking, and Kathy and Walt were sitting on the other couch, just watching. Kathy, uncomfortable because she was seeing her kid sister kissing and being kissed, feeling and being felt, was glad to see Bonita and Lee.
Kathy was even more glad when the naked blonde told her that Steve was waiting for them. She was a little afraid of her sister's husband, as well as being more than a little ashamed when she thought about having sex with him. She felt that it might be easier if Bonita was right there.
Lee told Walt that if he'd hurry he could catch Marie fresh from a shower, and before she was silly enough to get dressed. Walt jumped up and hurried after Kathy and Bonita. Lee, figuring that he'd been silly for putting his pants on, took them off and then told Doris and Paul that they had company. That passionate couple pulled apart, stared, then laughed, and Doris said that she had a wonderful idea.
Waving his thrusting tool from side to side, Lee said that he'd better be included. Doris, her glittering eyes fixed on his erection, said that he sure as hell was, because it'd been too damned long since she'd been the middle part of a sandwich.
Paul pushed Doris to her feet, then stood up. He asked if Lee had ever tried it like that. Lee said that he hoped to be able to answer two questions in the affirmative within a few minutes. They both understood him, and Doris said that she wanted to feel his big prick in her pussy before they made the threesome scene. Paul said that he wouldn't even mind watching a fast sixty-nine before getting in on the act.
While they were undressing, Lee rushed to a nearby hall closet and got a couple of towels. He was back in time to drop to his knees and peel Doris' panties off. When she pulled his face to her crotch, he delved his tongue into her hot gash and quickly found her extended clitoris. That slippery organ was long enough, and she hunched down in such a fashion that he was able to get his lips in on the stimulating act.
She only let him suck and lap for a few seconds before she pushed him away. Paul was still struggling with his clothes, and Doris whispered that she wanted a taste before she came or the delightful dick was slipped into her twitching twat. Laughing at her choice of words, he let her push him back on the carpet, until he was on his back, and soon decided that she wanted far more than a taste. Because she took time to lick his balls and then greedily- sucked on his throbbing tool until Paul called out loudly that he was ready.
Doris got on her back and told Lee to slip it to her. He started to protest, to tell her that he wanted to try the other hole, but she seemed to read his mind and said that she just wanted to get his cock slippery. While getting his rod slippery in her tight snatch, he just about forgot everything except that pleasure. But he had enough willpower to stop screwing her when she said that he could at least roll her over on her side where Paul could get at her butt.
Withdrawing, watching while Doris swung around and parted her legs again for Paul to mount her, Lee was once again thankful that it'd turned out that he wasn't a homo, because he was able to look at Paul's poking prick without any doubts whatsoever. That didn't keep him from getting a bang out of observing that poking prick being engulfed by the clasping cunt he so recently had clasping at his hard cock, though.
When Paul was all the way in, their dark pubic hairs mingling, they rolled over on their sides. Lee hesitated for a few seconds after Doris called for him to put it in. The whole idea was no longer even very exciting. He'd never wanted to inflict pain; and masochism had never been one of his weaknesses or whatever, either. He didn't see how his big dick could go in such a little hole without being injured.
But Doris didn't have to tell him a second time. He got on his side behind her, placed the blunt end of his cunt-wet cock against her anal hole, and pushed. He was surprised when the head slipped in easily. It didn't hurt him at all, and he knew by the way Doris was pushing back that she was feeling more pleasure than pain. Half of his cock was buried in the blistering heat when he heard Doris say that it was time for the three of them to start moving together.
Lee gasped as she shoved her ass back and buried him deep, right up to the hilt. He began to make his strokes, glad that he had Marie so recently, sure that if he hadn't he'd already be spurting into the hottest and tightest place he'd ever jammed his cock.
"This is great!" Doris exclaimed. "Just like old times! Like back in my pre-marriage swinging days, I mean!"
Paul said that he was about to come. Doris told him to let it fly. They moved faster and Lee matched the new pace, but he wasn't about to come. He told Doris that when she asked him. Then he grabbed her sleek hips and held on and in a while she and Paul climaxed together. They both expressed surprise at his stamina.
Doris said that she wanted to get on her hands and knees. Paul, using a towel, pulled out and got to his feet. He stood there wiping his limp cock, while Lee managed to keep embedded as he helped Doris get in the new position. He liked that better. He reached around and fondled her hanging titties.
Paul chuckled. "Wouldn't it be wild if I got in behind Lee now!"
"You do and I'll break your neck," Lee growled.
"I was just kidding!"
"Get around here in front of me," Doris said. "On your back on the floor. And I'm not kidding!"
There was a loud scream from one of the bedrooms. Lee stopped the thrusts he'd resumed. "What the hell was that? Or who the hell was it?"
"It sounded like Kathy," Paul said. He chuckled nervously. "I've never heard her scream, but I know it wasn't my wife, and Bonita doesn't seem like the screaming type. Whatever that means!"
"It was Kathy," Doris said. "Come on, fellows. Let's get on with our fun. Steve's probably just introducing her to a new kind of pleasure. The kind I'm enjoying right now."
"Maybe I'd better go take a check," Lee said. "This is my home, you know, and I'm responsible for—"
"Don't be silly," Doris broke in. "She only let out the one scream, Bonita's right there with them, and Walt's probably checking by now, anyhow."
"That's right," Paul said, stretching out on the carpet with his limp penis directly under Doris' face. "Let it get hard in your mouth, Doris. Then I'll take Lee's place when he gets through. I used to be known as the back door kid. Hey, did Walt give it to you like that?"
"He refused my offer," Doris said, giggling. "He's basically a square, you know. And so is Kathy. They're really the type who should be raising a bunch of kids. I still don't understand how they ever—"
Lee, tired of listening to the yapping, stopped it by starting to thrust deep and fast. Doris gasped and moved with him. Then he heard Paul gasp, as she lowered her face and took his limp cock in her mouth. He closed his eyes to keep from looking at Paul's passion-
contorted face. He didn't like the way the guy had looked at his cock, or at his ass. They sure as hell didn't want any queer men in the swapping group!
Thinking about the off-beat thoughts he'd had, Lee almost laughed at himself. Well, maybe his real reason for not wanting queer men around was because of his previous thoughts. So what? He was still being honest with himself.
And, even while getting pleasure from screwing the hell out of a female in what he still felt was a somewhat disgusting place, he didn't really approve of the act. In that way he guessed he was just as square as Walt. He hoped Steve hadn't seriously injured Kathy. And hadn't stuck her in the rear without her permission.
Feeling the point of no return rapidly approaching, Lee slowed his movements to delay the inevitable. He wanted to prolong the pleasure, as he always did during any kind of a sex act, but that didn't alter his opinion of what he was doing.
After he'd shot his sperm into the dark depths of the wildly wriggling female, he grabbed a towel and quickly withdrew, just as quickly looking away when he saw the blood on his limber rod. He heard Doris and Paul laugh when he got to his feet and took off for a shower stall or a wash basin.
If Steve had done that to Kathy without her permission, the bastard should be horse-whipped, he thought. Unless, of course, the beautiful woman found that she liked it so much that she'd forgive him herself. He hoped that was one experiment Bonita would never want to make—
Bonita didn't know what to do. She was afraid that if she told Lee what had happened, and Walt, the party would be over. It'd probably mean looking for a completely new group to form. If she didn't tell, Kathy
probably would, though. That beauty was still face down on the bed, refusing to talk, but the sobbing had stopped.
Hadn't anybody heard the scream? Steve had cut it off with his hand, and back-handed her on the cheek with his other hand when she'd started pounding on his head and shoulders. He'd knocked her off the bed and halfway across the room.
Bonita was sitting on the side of the bed, patting and stroking Kathy's smooth shoulders. She could hear Steve in the shower. The dirty bastard, she thought. Kathy had told him not to stick her there. But he'd grabbed her hips and jabbed his big cock into her anal opening with one swift thrust. The scream had been a kind of delayed reaction. Because Steve had been embedded and had Kathy flat on the bed before he'd had to reach around and put his hand over her mouth.
The threats he'd made had caused her to keep silent after he'd removed his hand. Almost silent, rather. Because the groans and moans had been muffled against the mattress. Would he really carry out his threats to tell Kathy's parents? And Doris', of course.
"He must've planned something like this," she said, removing her hand from Kathy's warm flesh. "When he agreed to attend with Doris, I mean. Do you think she's in on it, Kathy? Or knew that he was going to cause trouble?"
Reaching back to hold the blood-soaked towel in place, Kathy slowly turned over on her back. "I don't think she wanted me to be hurt. I don't think she thought that he'd do that without me telling him that it was okay. And I know she wouldn't want our folks to know that we've swapped."
"What do you want me to do, Kathy?"
"She wants you to let me do the same thing to you!"
Steve was still drying his muscular body. There was a smirk on his handsome features. His big cock was hard again. Bonita pulled her eyes from the jutting hardness, physically excited despite her mental hate, wishing there was some way she could keep him from seeing that excitement registering in her eyes.
"You're a rapist," she said, standing. "You're a low-down animal for doing what you did to Kathy."
"Look who's calling names! Why, you slut, you're the animal! You and all these other swapping bitches and bastards! I heard you talking. Sure, I planned this. I figured it out after I got here, anyhow. Doris wanted me to come, to give our marriage another chance, she said, and I went along with her bullshit just to get in the house. You jaded jerks make me sick!"
He tossed the towel aside. "You don't think I'd stay married to a bitch who'd go to swapping parties, do you? There's no need to look toward the door. I locked it when you and Kathy were kissing like long lost lovers. I guess I should've waited and given you bitches a chance to go down on each other. I like to watch I'm even kind of sorry I didn't sample Kathy's pussy first. But I got overly anxious to get myself a cherry. That's about the only kind that a guy can get these days, you know. Get on your knees and lean on the bed. You can even eat on Kathy while I'm breaking you in. Hey, your lovely rear is virgin, isn't it?"
"He's crazy," Kathy said, sitting'upright, pain registering on her beautiful face as her weight was placed on her bottom.
Bonita had been thinking the same thing. After getting rid of the towel, Steve hadn't raised his voice or even sounded angry. Somehow that was more frightening than if he'd been shouting. She remembered the times she'd worried about the chances she'd taken when picking up strange men. The locked door scared her. Maybe he wouldn't stop after sticking her in the butt. Maybe he had other ideas, sadistic ideas. It'd be hell to get killed or some damned thing right in her own home—after not having any trouble while going with strangers to strange rooms for so many years.
Yelling for Lee at the top of her voice, Bonita dashed for the door. Steve caught her before she got there and hurled her to the carpet. He put one bare foot on her belly to hold her in place, and told her that he was strong enough to give her husband the same treatment.
"Including the pronging," he added, digging his heel into her lower stomach.
She'd stopped yelling when her butt hit the thick carpet. She was looking up at his poking prick and heavy balls. Something about the situation had made her just as passionate as she'd been all evening. Why should she be frightened? she asked herself. Steve was only going to do what she'd secretly been wanting to try. It seemed as if Lee hadn't heard anything; or wasn't going to do anything if he had. Maybe she wasn't as super-sensitive as Kathy seemed to be.
"You could at least let me get something to use as lubricant, Steve. That should even make it better for you."
He grinned and removed his foot from her belly. "I'll make it slick by putting it in your twat first," he said. "Now get on your hands and knees before I change my mind and punish you by refusing to give you what you want!"
Bonita meekly obeyed. And it wasn't only because Steve had a crazy gleam in his eyes.
Lee, Walt, Marie, Paul, and Doris, were in the hallway just outside the bedroom door, but they couldn't hear anything. They were all naked, but Paul was the only male with a hard-on. The loud yelling had caused him to yank his stiff penis out of Doris' mouth and take off to see what'd happened. Doris followed, and even now she had her fingers wrapped around the thrusting hardness.
They were all being quiet, going along with Lee's whispered orders, and Lee was trying to figure out what the hell to do. He was still hoping that Kathy's scream, and then Bonita's yells for him, was just a part of the love-play, the sexual activities. He didn't know what to think about the locked door, or what to do about it. He'd feel stupid if it turned out that he wasn't needed or wanted. To yell at Bonita and Kathy could do more harm than good, if Steve had gone off his rocker or something.
He'd known about the door being locked right after rushing from the living room. He'd tried the knob, then went on to the other bedroom. That door had been open. Walt and Marie had been coming from the bathroom, both naked and still damp, and he'd used the wash basin before asking if they'd heard the scream.
A brief exchange of words had brought out the fact that they'd been having sex in the shower stall and hadn't heard a thing. He'd played down the scream, saying that Kathy had probably just gotten carried away or something, but about that time they'd heard Bonita yelling for him.
"I didn't like the way Steve was behaving earlier," Walt said in a low tone. "I think we'd better get in there somehow. It's too damned quiet to suit me."
Only a few seconds had passed, but it seemed like many minutes. "Only loud noises can be heard through these walls and doors," Lee said, wondering why he was whispering. Had the few drinks dulled his mind that much? Then, louder: "Let's both put our shoulders against the door, Walt. We should be able to break the lock. If not, we'll just have to get something and break the door down."
"They might just be having fun," Marie said.
Doris giggled. "Then we can all join them and have a blissful, blistering, blasting orgy! Hell, Steve's probably just sticking them in the ass and they're enjoying it." She giggled again. "Sticking them one at a time, of course!"
Lee and Walt put their shoulders against the door and then pulled back. On the third hard "bump" the lock broke and the door swung inward. Their momentum carried them right on into the bedroom.
Steve was on his knees behind Bonita. His cock hadn't been inserted yet. Or else he'd pulled it out. Lee, taking in everything at one glance, wasn't sure which was the case. There was a startled look on the young fellow's face, then fear in his eyes. Lee watched, aware that the other naked guests were crowding around, as the edge of Walt's hand clipped Steve behind the ear.
"I don't blame him," Marie said.
Lee, having already seen the bloody towel between Kathy's legs, couldn't say that he blamed Walt, either. But he did think that the husband should've asked one important question first. Had Kathy been willing? It sure as hell didn't look as if Bonita had done any fighting.
Steve was flaked out on the carpet, face down. Bonita had twisted around and was trying to see if he'd been badly hurt. Walt had hurried to the bed and was talking to Kathy. And all the others seemed to be talking at the same time.
Lee shouted for everybody to be quiet. When there was silence, he told Bonita and Kathy to tell what had happened. They did, with Bonita doing most of the talking, and he liked the way she met his eyes and said that she'd been more than halfway willing even before she'd gotten scared and yelled for him.
"He's coming around," Doris said. "I guess I'd better see that the stupid jerk gets home. Even if I don't expect to live with him again."
"And I think I'd better take Kathy home now," Walt said.
"The creep ruined my party," Bonita said, getting to her feet. "He said he wouldn't stay married to a girl who'd go to swapping parties. Words to that effect, anyhow. He also said that he was strong enough to give Lee the same treatment he meant to give me."
"That'd be the day!" Lee exclaimed.
Steve slowly got to his hands and knees, shaking his head back and forth, seemingly trying to clear his mind. His big cock was hanging limply. "Who the hell hit me?" he mumbled.
"Never mind that," Lee said. "You'd better be thankful that you didn't really get hurt What the hell's wrong with you, anyhow? What if somebody forced you to do something you didn't want to do? You wouldn't like it, would you?"
"Maybe he would," Paul said, chuckling. "I have something here that'd put him to the test Say the word, give me a little help and protection if it becomes necessary, and I'll give him what he gave Kathy."
Lee looked at Paul's thrusting tool. He felt all the eyes on him. He knew that Paul hadn't been kidding about getting behind him when he'd been imbedded in Doris. He knew that Steve was still too dazed to comprehend what Paul had said. Everybody seemed to be leaving the decision up to him. He heard Bonita say that such an act might keep Steve from spilling his guts to the wrong people.
He looked at Doris. "The punishment does seem to fit the crime, doesn't it?"
Doris, her dark eyes glittering, giggled. "Yeah," she said, looking down at her husband. "An ass for an ass, huh! Sock it to him, Paul!"
Everybody except Paul laughed. He ejected saliva on his hand, smeared it on the head of his rigid rod while dropping to his knees behind Steve, and made the penetration with one swift jab. Steve grunted and crawled forward a few feet, but Paul stuck to and in him like a leech.
Paul had grabbed the back of Steve's neck with one hand, the knuckles on his fingers white he was squeezing so tightly. That was probably the reason Steve wasn't trying to buck Paul off and out, Lee thought, feeling a surge of pity for the muscular young man being raped.
Paul cried, "Hey, this guy ain't no virgin!"
Lee saw that Steve's cock had jumped to attention. He also saw that Steve wasn't trying to get away from the steady strokes Paul had started. In fact, the two men were moving together, rhythmically, and seemingly forgetting that they weren't alone. Or not caring.
"Disgusting," Marie said.
Lee was pleased to find that he felt the same way. And the sight wasn't sexually stimulating to him. His cock had remained limber. A quick glance told him that Walt's had, too. He saw Paul's hand go under and around and grasp Steve's stiff erection. Paul was no longer squeezing Steve's neck. With that hand he reached under and around and fondled Steve's hanging and swaying sac.
"It's kind of stupid for that lovely hard-on to be wasted by Paul's frigging fingers," Doris said, positioning herself on her hands and knees in front of Steve. She reached back and patted her ass. "Come on, you AC-DC stud! And just for a change, try putting that pole in my pussy hole!"
Lee didn't watch to see which hole Steve picked. When he heard Paul announce that he had a hole that someone could plug, he took Bonita's hand and said that as far as he was concerned the party was over.
He felt like kissing her when she squeezed his hand and said that she felt the same way.
And they did exchange a tender kiss when they were outside the bedroom, both surprised that they were able to walk away from such an erotic tableau; both happy for the final proof that Lee didn't have to worry about the completeness of his masculinity.