Chapter 4
After soundly spanking his wife and leaving her in a quivering, crying heap on the sofa, Mark stomped into his room threw some clothes into a suitcase, and strode out of his personal car-a fire-red Toronado.
Candy, watching from her kitchen window, called to her husband in the other room, "Looks like Mark's leaving on a trip."
"Yeah?"
Paul joined his wife in the kitchen, and got a glimpse of Mark backing his car out. "Christ, he looks mad! Do you suppose he and Ginger had a fight?"
"I don't know. He did look kind of angry, and he was rushing. Maybe he's late for a plane."
"His company never sends him out of town," Paul said. "They had a fight. He's walking out on her. Shit! Where does that leave us with the swapping?"
Candy turned and gazed at him.
An end to the swap dates with Mark and Ginger was going to hurt her more than it would hurt Paul. She had a thing for Mark.
Gradually her mind, which wasn't the world's quickest, progressed to a new daring possibility:
If Mark was leaving Ginger, it meant there might be an opportunity for her to fill the void in his life, without Paul and Ginger having to figure in the picture at all. Who cared about swapping, anyway? It was Mark she enjoyed, and she would enjoy him even more in private than she did with Paul and Ginger around.
Mark had no thought for her as he backed out of the curving driveway, whirled his car around, and laid scratch in taking off. He had meant to handle this nasty situation coolly, to prove that even a marital breakup needn't ruffle one's composure. But Ginger, the bitch, had taken to screaming and throwing things. That had set him off. Now he was as hot under the collar as she had been before he'd beaten her anger into submissiveness with his hand against her bare ass. And he was hot in another way, too. The sight of her white, billowy butt, twisting and turning-and the way it had jiggled as he spanked it-had congested his loins. Shit, he needed a woman!
Still, he didn't think of Candy. She was the wife of Paul, a neighbor, and was there for off limits when he (Mark) prowled alone.
No. He would go to a bar. He needed a few drinks, anyway. And he would scare up some nookey while he was at it.
Back at the house, Ginger's anger had flared again. But now it was directed at Jackie. That stinking little tramp! Oh, would she get hers! She would "get it harder and more painfully than Ginger had gotten it from Mark. Then she would call Mark in the morning and tell him she'd lied about Ginger keeping her.
The redhead leaped from the sofa and headed toward the bedroom to change clothes.
"Miz Hatcher?"
Ginger turned and found the maid gazing at her uncertainly.
"What is it, Bessie?"
"You want me to go ahead and serve dinner, ma'am?"
"No. I'm going out. And Mr. Hatcher won't be returning this evening."
"But what am I gonna do with dinner?"
"Eat it yourself or run it down the garbage disposer," Ginger said, and continued on to the bedroom, unzipping her dress on the way.
"YTcnow, when I saw you two girls in that bar, I had no idea that in just a little while I'd be alone with both of you like this."
One of the girls-a brunette named Donna-laughed softly and leaned back on the bed. "You looked like the type who could take care of both of us, so we figured, why should either of us wait for anyone else? Right, Stel?"
Stella, a rather angular but pretty blonde, agreed, with a cozy smile. She sat at the other side of the bed. Mark was between them.
The threesome had arrived in the motel room just a couple of minutes ago. Nothing had been said about payment to the girls, and Mark had concluded that he'd happened onto a rarity-two chicks out on the prowl who would take their sex any way they could get it, even from the same man on the same bed.
That suited him fine.
He felt horny enough tonight to screw two babes and have juice left over.
"Well, let's get undressed, shall we?" he suggested.
"Sounds like a fine idea," Stella said, and began helping him off with his jacket.
Donna went to work on his tie.
This was refreshing, having a girl (in this case, girb) start pulling off his clothes before he could begin stripping her (them).
His jacket left him, then his tie, and two sets of hands opened the buttons on his shirt. The shirt was pulled away. Eager female fingers picked at his belt, opened it, and opened the top of his trousers. He felt his zipper sliding down as a hand brushed his peter through his pants.
Both girls tugged at his trousers, pulling them down. They took off his shoes and socks, then removed the pant legs. He was left in his Jockey shorts.
"Wait a minute," he said as, giggling, the two girls gripped the waistband of that final garment. "Let me even up this thing, will you?"
"Please!" Donna said, and twisted, turning her hack to him.
He yanked her zipper down, exposing a black brassiere strap. She gave a little jump, flipping her skirt out from under her butt. He pulled the dress up. Under it she wore black hose, a cute, brief panty-girdle of the same color, and the black bra.
She lay down, laughed, and kicked at him. He caught the leg, flipped off her shoe, and slid his hands up the shapely column at the top of her stocking. He flipped her garters loose and pulled the nylon down.
Stella was removing her own dress and slip while this was going on.
Mark removed Donna's other stocking. Then he took a good double grip on her stretchy black-lace girdle, and pulled it down. She laughed, lifting her butt, and plopped back against the bed again, legs in the air. She kicked free of the clingy Spandex and spread her legs for him.
She watched his reaction as he gazed at her rosy cunt in its thicket of black curls.
"That looks good!" he said with some feeling, as his eyes narrowed on the tempting target.
"Take off my bra," Donna said, and quickly rolled onto her stomach.
He gazed at her bare, rounded ass.
"Hurry up, honey," Stella said from behind him.
He bent, ran his hand up Donna's legs, over her quivery bottom, and up her back to the bra strap, which he quickly disconnected.
She drew her bra away as she rolled onto her back. Her tits wobbled back and forth and trembled all over. Their brown nipples stood up, thick and tall.
He was about to fall atop Donna, but Stella tugged at his arm. He turned toward her and gazed at her slim loveliness in beige hose, a white garter belt, and pink lace-trimmed bikini briefs. Her little tits stuck up, bare and cute as could be, with small pink nipples extended.
Mark raised his hand and brushed it across the jutting nipples. This shook the taut boobs prettily.
"Mmm!" Stella said, and leaned toward him, offering her mouth.
"Well, I like that!" exclaimed Donna as Mark kissed her friend.
By way of retaliation against Stella, the brunette dug at Mark's Jockey briefs, working her hand in through the fly and bringing out his stiff pecker.
"Oh, that's nice!" she said, and bowed her head, catching the swollen knob in her mouth.
"Aargh!" he growled, and straightened up. He closed his eyes and went tense as a drawn bow while Donna's delightful lips and tongue made passionate love to his prick.
"Oh, Donna!" exclaimed Stella in disgust. "Do you have to suck cock right away?"
"Uunng ... uunng ... uunng," was all the response Donna could make, as she went at Mark's dong hungrily, reaching into his shorts now to fondle his tense, hairy balls.
Stella leaned close to him, rubbing his bare chest and pressing a stiff-nippled titty against his arm. His hand fell to her nylon-sheathed lap, and he stroked her burning cut lips through the silken cloth.
At this rate, he wasn't going to last long, and the evening would prove a failure for the girls, as well as something less than a smashing success for him.
Regretfully, because her mouth felt so good, he lifted Donna's head off his prick. She gazed at him, a little glassy-eyed and sultry with passion.
"You first," he told her, and helped her lie down on her back.
He opened her legs, boosting her knees up, and he climbed between them.
"That's no fair!" complained Stella.
He ignored her for the moment and fell forward onto his elbows, gathering Donna's full tits around the sides and shoving them together. This caused her prominent nipples to poke very high. He brushed his lips back and forth across each rubbery nub, then took them into his mouth, by turn, and sucked each one delightedly.
Donna wriggled her hips, trying to catch the tip of his pecker in her slot, but his rod was jammed upward, between their bodies. When the time was right, he reached down, grasped his prick, and pointed it to the soft, rosy mouth of her yearning cunt.
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed. "Screw me! Oh, shit, screw me haaard!"
He sank his cock all the way into her pussy in a single stroke. Stella could only watch and imagine how good his rod would feel inside her own itchy twat as he stroked it in and out of Donna-long, slow and hard.
Stella sat up and wriggled her compact ass against the bed. Suddenly she pulled at her garters, unsnapping them. She drew her stockings down. Next she whipped her garter belt away (she had worn it on top of her bikini pants). Now she lifted her rump and took her pants down.
Mark glanced and noted that her pubic bush was brown. Her pussy was juicy and pink, and the sight of it stimulated him to thrust his cock into Donna even harder.
"Oooh, bay-beeee!" she exclaimed, and moved more vigorously with him.
She lifted her legs at his sides, bicycled them a few times, then hooked them around the backs of his thighs. She pulled her pussy to him as he slammed his bone-hard pecker in. Slap! Slap! Sock! Sock! Bang! Bump! Screw) ... screw ... screw!
Stella threw herself atop him, seeking to pull him off and out of her friend. But Mark didn't want to leave Donna's nice warm cunt until he had screwed her to orgasm. He worked harder and faster, and Stella was forced to straighten up.
Donna began to wail and kick at his flanks. He felt her pussy grab his bobbing cock, then she trembled all over. He kept plunging his turgid prick in and out of her as she climaxed fully.
How he kept himself from going off at the same time, he didn't know, unless it was just a matter of doing what he felt he had to do in order to keep both girls happy.
He succeeded admirably in that regard, for his cock was still at full extension and hard as a billy club as he pulled it out of Donna's blissfully-satisfied cunt.
He scrambled off her and atop Stella, who had hurriedly flopped onto her back and spread her legs. His pre-oiled tool slid all the way into her slick, snug snatch, and he began to screw her vigorously from the start.
Stella bumped and swung her ass, getting excellent leverage as she pressed her feet against the mattress and kept her knees high. Mark grunted and slammed his hard cock into her rhythmically.
Donna sat up and watched.
Stella's little tits trembled. Mark, propped all the way up on his arms, enjoyed the sight of them. He twisted his upper body without missing a beat and dropped his open mouth around one of the quivering titties. He sucked and tugged at the boob. Stella moaned. He turned to the other tit as he kept pumping his prick in and out of her twisting, banging twat.
The sight excited Donna all over again. She leaned close and murmured to Stella, "Baby, is it good?"
"It's boss! Oh, it's boss! Shit, I love it!"
She moved as if she couldn't get enough of his plunging, rock-hard pecker. He couldn't get enough of her cunt right then. He was surging to his climax, screwing as if his very life depended on it.
"Oooo!" Donna exclaimed softly.
Stella panted and squealed. She came just as he began to spurt his hot come into her. He jerked and heaved. She quaked. They locked each other up in their arms and legs, clinging until the final tremors of the blissful mutual orgasm were spent.
Slowly they slid apart, Mark rolling onto his back between the two girls.
The sight of Stella getting it had turned Donna back on, and she immediately rose above Mark, supporting herself on hands and knees. Her hanging, swaying tits brushed back and forth against his hairy chest, then dragged up to his face. She laughed and wiggled her shoulders, slapping his cheeks with her heavy, soft boobs.
"Hey, baby, have a heart!" he groaned. "I'm all frigged out."
"Then I'll have t'get you up again. D'you think I can? Hmmm?"
Her hand surrounded his limp cock and began to fondle' it as she rested her soft titties against his chest and pressed her moist pussy to his thigh. Her mouth found his and licked at it. His tongue rose to dally with hers, outside of both their mouths.
Stella turned her head and watched their tongues stroking.
She looked down at his flaccid dick, which Donna was working in her hand.
"You're outta luck, baby," Stella drawled, still happily relaxed from the vigorous screwing. "He's limp as a noodle."
"I'm gonna unlimp him," the other girl insisted, as she continued to fondle his dick. She giggled. "Hey, is that a word?"
She suctioned her warm, wet mouth down over Mark's and sank her tongue. He felt her large nipples grow hard against his chest.
He wished he could do likewise down below. It was a shame, when a man was next to such a willing pair of girls, that he couldn't snap back into screwing condition right away.
Donna slid her mouth off his and down over his chin.
She licked her way along his throat and into the dark, coarse hairs on his chest. Stella watched.
The dark-haired girl licked at each of his nipples. Her flowing tresses tickled his chest and belly. She moved down toward his navel.
Stella snuggled closer. She placed her hand against his cheek and turned his face toward her. As her mouth approached his, she protruded her pink tongue. She licked into his mouth before their lips touched.
They stroked tongues as Donna kissed his belly button and continued to fondle his dong. She had rubbed most of the cunt juice and cock cream off it by now, but it remained highly flavored.
Perhaps Donna wanted that taste, for she moved her mouth to his cock, wrapping her moist, soft lips around the knob of it.
"She loves to give head," Stella explained, and licked into his ear. She rubbed his chest at the same time.
He was getting about as much stimulation as a man could possibly receive, and he began to respond to it tangibly. His cockhead swelled in Donna's mouth. He pushed it against her palate and it slid to her throat. She now had part of the shaft, as well as the knob, and it rapidly assumed full growth.
Her mouth became stuffed with it. She worked avidly, sucking and licking and bobbing her head. Her tits bounced against his thigh.
He reached and inserted a finger into her quim. He reached the other way and stuck a finger into Stella. He stroked both girls' cunts as Donna sucked his prick and Stella shoved her tongue into his mouth. The latter kept rubbing his chest, as well.
When Donna had tasted his salty, musky pecker to her heart's content, she raised her head and quickly climbed atop him. She settled her yawning cunt down over his upthrust cock and began to gyrate wildly, rotating and bobbing up and down.
He grasped her bouncy tits and squeezed them, thumbing the nipples. He worked them up and down. He slapped them together. He groaned and rammed his hot dick rhythmically upward, pronging her as she screwed him.
Stella watched for a while, then stretched out beside the copulating pair. She took Mark's hand and carried it to her open crotch.
"Diddle me," she requested, and he slid two fingers into her swampy cunt.
He frigged her energetically while he bumped upward into Donna and enjoyed her very active screwing. Slowly, but surely, all three approached a climax.
The lightning struck Donna first. Her cock-clutching convulsions caused Mark to frig Stella all the harder, really rubbing her clitty as he stroked in and out of her slit.
She curled her cunt against his hand and wiggled wildly. She came, gasping and bumping.
Finally he got his rocks off, fountaining upward into Donna's still-quivering pussy.
He hadn't thought once about Ginger, all the time he'd been with the girls in the motel room, and he'd gotten all the meanness and lust out of his system. So the pickup had served its purpose.
But, as all things must, this erotic diversion came to an end. The girls had to go home, they said, and Mark was left alone in the motel.
In spite of his exhaustion, it took him a little while to fall asleep. His dreams were chaotic.
When his portable alarm clock told him it was time to get dressed and go to work, he wanted to sleep some more. Not only did he still fell tired physically, but he didn't feel like facing the world. His life was so frigged up, he hardly knew where to begin in an effort to straighten it out.
He could think about Ginger more objectively now, without the anger of the night before. That made it more difficult to work things out, because he and Ginger did share a common viewpoint on life. But, goddamn it to hell, she was a frigging Lesbian! How the shit could he live with a Lesbian ... and build a future with her ... and have kids? No.
He went to the office feeling dull and downcast.