Chapter 9
Peg Barton had spent the morning shampooing her coppery red hair, and now she intended to spend the lonely afternoon getting soused on Scotch.
She knew what was bothering her, but she hated like hell to admit it to herself. She was worried, she knew, over what her girl friends might think about her refusing to go along with Mary's wild idea about having sex with a strange male from the so-called working class. No matter what any of them might privately think of her, she knew that she was no prude.
A ragged, bitter smile formed on her lip as she repeated the word "prude".
"Christ in heaven knows I'm anything but that" she breathed, uncapping the fresh bottle of expensive Scotch that she had dug out of her doctor-husband's liquor cabinet. "And if Mary only knew half of what she thinks she knows about me, she'd beg for lessons in lust!"
But her secret tinge of nymphomania was the kind of hush-hush fact that Peg had every intention of carrying with her to the grave. Even her husband Harry didn't know how much she loved to screw-although God knew he didn't bother to investigate the matter very frequently. The truth of the matter was that Peg had found a clever, stimulating, nearly satisfying substitute for the male penis. Long ago she had discovered the world of the vibrator, thanks to her last illicit lover, Georgios Kondix, the Greek professor of political science at the university. And with the magic of the dozen marvelous vibrators she owned, and kept carefully hidden from Harry, she had learned to get her kicks as much and as often as she wanted.
In fact, just thinking about what those whirring, vibrating eight, nine, and ten-inch plastic dildos could do to her lascivious pussy made her feel a little weak in the knees. But she vetoed the idea of rushing back upstairs and plugging one of them into her twat. Instead, she had elected to get as drunk as a loon on the bottle of Scotch.
She was standing now in the French Provincial living room of the big house she and Harry occupied, and with both her bare feet spaced widely apart on the Aubusson rug she was pouring herself a killing dollop of drink.
The velvety aroma of the Scotch filled her nostrils with an almost aphrodisiacal effect. The liquor was one of the two things she loved most in the world. The other thing was fucking herself listless with the vibes.
With the drink poured, she lifted it in a ghostly salute. "To you, Georgios," she breathed. "I loved that big rod of yours-and your cute brother's, I might add-but most of all I'm grateful for that wicked introduction you gave me to those fabulous electric gadgets you called Maiden Aids."
Then she downed half of the raw Scotch with one gulp, flinched, grabbed the back of a chair and choked back the merry tears in her eyes.
"Lordy, I needed that," she said.
She was not only in her bare feet, she was in her hot pants sunsuit, and she was on her way to the rock garden in the spacious, well-kept backyard of the spacious home. She had merely paused on her way to have a neat drink, but now that the first sup was worming its way warmly and invitingly down into her tummy she knew that getting a little bit drunk was still a damned good idea.
So she took the whole bottle into the backyard with her.
Her husband Harry was something of a horticulture nut, therefore the yard was his special hobby, particularly the Japanese sand garden near the back fence. She loved to go there to sun and drink, and she had a private little place just made for such indulgence. It was a mossy, soft-sanded area between the three large pools, wide enough so that she could lie down in comfort, and secluded enough so that she could sunbathe stark-naked. And she loved to feel the almost masculine fingers of Old Sol creeping over every inch of her lithe body. Sometimes she would get so horny lying nude out there that she would have to go up to her bedroom and ram her largest, longest vibrator up her gulping cunt.
When she reached the rock garden, she dropped off the little scraps of cloth from her loins and tits and reclined lazily on the sand, avoiding looking directly at the sun. The Scotch bottle was cradled snugly under one of her arms, and it felt oddly and pleasurably like a very huge prick.
She grinned, remembering the last time in the motel with Georgios the Greek, and how she had indulged him in one of his many erotic whims. He loved to have her touch his big, hairy cock with the tips of her nipples, or hold the column of it under her armpit or between the bend of her legs. There was something about such unusual skin contacts, he had told her, that made him lusty as a bull.
A slow, carnal smile spread across her face as the sun warmed her body, and as she began to replay her memory tapes regarding that last, wild night in the motel with Georgios, his handsome young brother Nikos, and the slutty barmaid wife of Nikos named Angel.
It had been a perfect night for sneaking out on Harry. As usual, he had a million things to do at the hospital, and also as usual he had left her to her own devices. If he had known that her devices for that particular evening included checking into a cheap motel and fucking like hell, she wondered what Harry might have done. Probably nothing, she thought. Probably that unsexy hubby of mine would have just gone and jerked out a couple more appendixes!
At any rate, the evening had been both the figurative and literal climax of her affair with Georgios. She had known even before going to the motel that she was going to have to stop the nonsense, that she was growing entirely too fond and dependent on his enormous nine-inch penis, and that if she felt his hairy fingers toying much more with her throbbing cunt she'd be his slave for life.
And life with Harry, sex or no sex, was too damned comfortable to give up.
But the motel ... ah, that last mad night in the motel...
Georgios always met her at the motel, rather than take the chance of being seen picking her up. After all, he was married, too-with ten kids-and he had often told her that if his very orthodox wife had caught him screwing around she would have chopped his balls off with a cleaver.
"What a waste that would be," she had grinningly told him. And her remark was meant to suggest that no stable of virile studs in the world could have produced a pair of bigger, hotter, hairier testicles than Georgios swung under the root of that horse-cock of his.
So the last night was the same as all the other nights they had fornicated in a motel room. She drove to the motel and parked her car out of sight behind one of the units, then hurried to the numbered room which Georgios had telephoned her to meet him in.
He had opened the motel door in his bathrobe, his hairy chest sticking up out of the V-neck like a fox tail.
"Come in, honey ... somebody I want you to meet."
That had thrown her a little. "Company?" she wheezed. "Look, Georgios, I can come back if you-"
"Naw, naw. Come in. It's only my little brother Nikos, and his sweet little wife."
The sweet little wife turned out to be a gum-chewing, hard-eyed, evil-looking little blonde bitch with a ton of make-up on her face and her dress hitched up almost to her panties.
But little brother Nikos was something else.
She found herself shaking hands with a beautiful, six-foot Greek god of about twenty-four. Even with his clothes on she could visualize what kind of body Nikos had ... And the thought that he might be equipped for screwing as well as Georgios made her hormones jump like mercury under a flame.
"Little Nikos and his wife Angel thought it might be fun to have a little party," Georgios said casually.
She glanced from the hard-eyed, smirking face of the slutty young blonde into the beautiful dark eyes of the young Greek athlete beside Georgios and felt her blood begin to boil in her thighs.
"Uh ... what kind of party, Georgios?" she managed, not able to drag her eyes away from the smiling Nikos.
"Sex party, what else, honey? Nikos here is mad to fuck you, and I'll have to confess to you that I'm wanting so bad to put my big cock into Angel's spice-box that my balls are hurting."
Astonished at the blunt language, she stared again at Nikos, and saw that he had not even changed expressions.
Georgios laughed. "Don't worry about little Nikos. He doesn't understand a word of English. He's fresh off the boat, as you Americans say. But I can assure you, that boy knows what to do with what the gods gave him, and if he hasn't already caught on to what we have in mind, all you have to do is show him."
Vd like to show him for about a month, she thought.
"And don't worry about me, either, sweetie," the blonde said from where she was perched lewdly on the corner of one of the sagging motel beds. "I dig watching somebody screw him. It wouldn't be the first time, and I don't intend for it to be the last. Life is too short not to shop and swap a little."
Georgios chuckled huskily again, and winked at the eager wife of his brother. "Angel is dying for me to pleasure her," he admitted arrogantly. "I saw it in her eyes the first time she looked at me-I saw her wondering just how it would be to have the prick of her husband's brother flavoring the deep and perfumed well of her essence."
"You're a poetic bastard," Angel said, grinning, "but can you fuck, honey?"
"Ah, fuck," Nikos suddenly said, recognizing at least one word in English.
"There's your cue, my dear," Georgios said to Peg. "That is, of course, if you are not still too puritanical."
Peg grinned right back at him. "Listen, if I was Joan of Arc I wouldn't pass this up!" And to indicate what she meant, she raked her eyes from Nikos' toes to his head of thick, black curly hair.
"Then you and Nikos take one bed, and Angel and I will take the other," Georgios said happily.
"And is the twain going to meet?" Peg asked.
"Of course. When and if we exhaust the possibilities of a two-and-two approach, there is always the mathematical miracle of three-on-one."
"Hope I'm the one," Angel purred, grinning.
Peg remembered thinking that it was her first time to do anything quite this wild. But when in the hands of Greeks, go Greek!
Maneuvering Nikos over to the second bed had been about as difficult as falling off a log. If he didn't know the language of English, he certainly knew his body language. No sooner had she pulled him down beside her than his hands were squeezing her tits and working the buttons loose on her blouse.
She was shivering with excitement as he undressed her, and to hurry up the nice things that were about to happen to her, she unzipped his pants and dug inside for his rammer.
As Georgios had promised, the gods had been very good indeed to his cute young brother. His cock was so big that Peg found herself using both hands to pull it out of his fly.
"Lord, I'll bet the isles of Greek won't be the same without you," she crooned, letting her fingertips play up and down the quickly stiffening pole of meat.
"Fuck?" he asked her, grinning.
"That's one word I'm glad you know," she said weakly.
He had her blouse and bra off now, and his large, strong-fingered hands were mauling her tits and tweaking the blunted, deeply reddening nipples.
Such stubbornly goal-oriented foreplay was making her as hot as hell, and as his beautiful mouth tried to close over the pointing cone of one tit she pushed him gently away.
"Let's do this right," she breathed. "Shuck out of your clothes, Mister Stud. I want all of that body of yours."
He seemed to understand, and they both stood up and piled out of their things in jig time. Peg managed a few heated glances at the other bed while she was pulling off her panties, and the view was well worth the effort. Both Georgios and
Angel were already naked, and the big Greek was vainly going through his first efforts to horse his oversized cock into the puffed lips of the willing girl.
Fortunately for Peg, Nikos didn't seem at all interested or concerned that his sexy bride was having her cunt tested by his older brother. He had a cunt to test of his own!
Peg almost passed out when she saw her new stud in the buff. His body matched his face. He had the kind of perfectly muscled, ivory-smooth, gloriously masculine body that the old statue-makers of Ancient Greece had busted their nuts to sculpt!
Except that it would have taken a bushel basket of fig leaves to cover what he was showing.
"God-screw me with that!" Peg hummed, rolling back on the creaking motel bed and throwing her legs whorishly apart.
Nikos was more than up to the occasion. With his handsome face flushing with a rising torrent of lust, he crawled on top of her and began to chew the swollen tips of her breasts. His mouth was like a suction cup, and when he moved from one bursting nipple to the next, he left the budded flesh quivering and pointing and gleaming with the hot juices of his tongue.
Peg moaned and thrashed under the delicious suckings of his mouth, but it was her throbbing cunt that needed attending to. Each time the strong, spongy head of his prick brushed against the fringe of her pubic hair she dog-bucked her loins up toward him.
"Fuck me, you big-cocked bastard!" she panted, bringing both her hands up to dig her fingernails savagely into the smooth biceps of his arms. "I need it now-NOW!"
Despite the way the hungry lips of her pussy were flaring back to welcome his husky prick, when it came she let out a moan of pain. His cock was almost too big for her, and so iron-hard from root to tip that it was like having a baseball bat shoved between her legs!
"UUUMMMPPH! AH! AAHHHhhhhh!"
She grunted and sighed as he rode his mighty cunt-stretcher roughly, brutally up to her womb. But the second she felt the big head of it square against her cervix and his warm balls pressed hard against the fluted mouth of her sex, she turned into a she-devil of lust.
"Yes ... yes ... GOOD ... fuck me ... Oh, fuck and fuck and FUCK!"
The only word the young stud knew made his lips pull back in a horny grin, and with a soft panting noise through his flared nostrils he began to pump his naked buttocks up and down in the saddle of her thighs.
His prick was so enormously swollen and long that Peg could barely realize that it was moving inside of her, but she could certainly feel it! The pleasure of having her insatiable pussy so boldly fucked brought her to one after another of quicky orgasms, flooding the puckered bud of her ass-hole with her own juices.
Nikos seemed in no big hurry to come himself, and that made Peg hotter than ever. With the brazen greed of a nympho in heat, she wrapped her legs tightly around his trim waist and fucked back at him by pumping her loins like mad.
Being so lustily screwed from beneath soon brought her young satyr to terms. With a growl of ecstasy he let fire with both of his brimming balls and she felt a series of blasts shotgunning deep up into her cunt. He kept coming like a bull until the sperm was oozing and slurping from around the thickened lips of her hole.
When it was over, they couldn't do anything but lie panting in each other's arms, and listening to the monotonous whine of the other bedsprings. Both of them finally got enough strength back to look over at Georgios and Angel. What they saw made Nikos' big prick start hardening all over again.
Angel was screwing Georgios. He was lying half off the bed and she was hunched on top of him so that all Nikos and Peg could see were her white, girlish buttocks rising and falling on that jumbo penis. Angel was so obviously excited by the size of the cock she was fucking that the inner lips of her cunt had turned from a bright red to a deep wine color, and on each downward stroke she took so much of Georgios' prick that only his oversized balls were visible.
Not to be outdone, Nikos rolled back on top of Peg and fucked her again until his own enormous peter was shooting madly into her hot, wet cunt.
After that it was everybody's ball game.
Lying naked now in the warm sand of the Japanese garden, Peg could feel her cunny getting itching-hot all over again just recollecting how mad the rest of that evening had grown. If she had read about it in books, she told herself, she wouldn't have believed that four people could do as much to stimulate and release their erotic fantasies as the four of them had. She tried to single out certain of the more salacious images in her mind, but they all seemed to tangle lewdly and deliciously together in her drunken head. And then she realized that she was, indeed, quite drunk. All during the replaying of those debauched memories she had been constantly nipping at the bottle of Scotch, and now it was less than half full.
She smiled lecherously and moved her face to the sun. So I'm drunk, she thought, so what!
Drunk or not, she could remember that Georgios and Nikos had both fucked her at one point-one in her cunt and one in her ass-hole-while she had given Angel a gone-to-hell pussy-licking that had driven the little slut wild. And she was certainly not too intoxicated to recall sucking that big, fat prick of Georgios while Nikos ate her and Angel lapped away at the balls of her stud husband.
And who could forget when they all decided to take a shower together and Nikos wanted to soap her mouth and screw it while Angel and Georgios-
She came out of her libidinous reminiscences with a snap.
She had heard a noise, like the crunch of footsteps, and the sound drove a little sobering thrust of fear into her.
If Harry has come home to find me naked as a jay in the middle of his sand garden, she thought wildly, it'll be hell explaining that and the Scotch!
But it wasn't her husband Harry who strolled suddenly through the big back fence gate and stopped dead still only feet away from where she lay sprawled and nude.
It was the biggest, blackest garbage can collector she had ever seen!
The darky's eyes grew wide as melons in his ebony face as he gulped in the sight of her from crotch to nipple. And then his face broke into a faintly leering, decidedly friendly grin.
"Afternoon, ma'am-you'all tryin' to git yourself some dark skin?"