Chapter 10
"WELL, HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS FOR A party room, honey?" Sally asked.
I had to agree it was quite a spread.
Another week had come and gone, and I was back with the old bunch again. The room Sally spoke of was in the basement of a home belonging to Ursala and Paul Wells. Before marrying a wealthy widow, Paul had been a truck driver working with Ed and Carl; he was now a kind of manager of Ursala's property, which was considerable.
Ursala was on a trip to California, so Paul had invited some of his former work-mates to an indoor "beach" party. Sally had talked me into being Paul's date for the evening, which hadn't been too difficult, since I had been staying alone, at the apartment, much too much.
During the past week Sally and I had made up. After all, it hadn't been her fault that John had caught us in the act. We hadn't indulged in any more Lesbian pleasures, however. I was becoming afraid of it. Now that I was free, I fully intended to get myself a real man-after two years with a ghost of one.
Judson Edwards had found out about the separation, and he had dropped into the Clarion office in midweek. He hadn't actually asked for a date, and I had been rather cool toward him. I was still mad because he had turned me down. Maybe, after more time passed, I would get in touch with him. I needed some fun; I wasn't in the mood yet to get serious about anyone.
My job was going well. In the office where I worked I had been tabbed as Miss Bountiful, because of my big thrusting titties, naturally. I was showing them off more; I had bought some new clothes. My generally bright good nature was blooming again.
Paul was a bit stout; he had lost some of his figure living with a wealthy dame, but he had enough appeal to please me. I guessed him around thirty-six or so.
As might be expected, Ed was with Eve and Sally with Carl. Ed had been out of town again, most of the time so I hadn't had a chance to "help" Sally with her homework. Evidently I wasn't going to either, until Sally could get at me again. The way she ruled the roost didn't make me feel any better toward Ed. He and Carl both were dominated by their clever young wives. If I ever settled on a particular male, I wanted one who would wear the pants.
The indoor "beach" party called for bikinis, of course. The men wore swim trunks. Having it inside without water insured privacy, and what girl wanted her nice hairdo all frayed out? The whole bit was just an excuse to wear as few clothes as possible. The gals had arrived wearing regular clothes, and we had all changed in one of the handy bedrooms that just happened to lie right off the rec room.
So the scene was set for a swinging party, and after such a long, dry man-less period, I was ready for one, believe me. I had used my trusty vibrating dildo a few times, but, after all, a girl needed a good live hot prick once in a while, didn't she?
Love? I had tried that and I had received a bad bruising. I figured I was now sophisticated enough to start getting a big kick out of life. I was taking my pills regularly.
I stood beside Paul at the portable bar he had set up for the occasion. Hawaiian music drifted from a stereo; we were drinking a kind of punch that was loaded with vodka. I liked it.
"You look good in red, Diane," Paul said, sipping at his drink, his blue eyes fastened on my bikini-top. It was a strapless elastic kind of thing lots of gals couldn't have worn, but my stand-out boobies held it in place. I had continued to lose weight; I was much more confident of my figure than I had ever been.
"Thank you, honey," I cooed, feeling the drinks. "I take it you're a tittie man."
He laughed. "Who wouldn't be, around you?"
"I suppose you're going to ask-are they real?" I giggled. My nipples were clearly outlined by the clingy fabric. The liquor and his interest were making them swell a little.
"Took the words right out of my mouth," he said, winking.
"Why don't you dance me into a dark corner and find out for yourself," I said, boldly.
He put his drink down and slid his arms around my waist. I tickled my hand across his bare chest. I was in a fine frisky mood.
We moved out onto the tiled floor, and it felt good to have a man close after such a long period of going man-less. The others were dancing. I was glad John wasn't around; I could devote my time to sheer enjoyment.
I swayed my hips inward and nestled my big boobies against his broad chest. Trickles of need already were coursing through my body. Did it matter which man I had? No. I was starved for it.
I saw Ed looking over Eve's shoulder, ogling my figure. I know he'd like to have another go-around with me. Maybe even tonight.
We were in the dark corner soon enough. Paul glided his hands across my nearly naked bottom, drawing me closer. I gave him a slow, provocative hunch, loving the feel of the hardness rising against my crotch. My pussy tingled richly. How long had it been, anyway?
His mouth sought mine, and I teased him awhile, turning my lips away. I didn't want to be too easy. Let him think about it and crave it for a while. I curved my pussy nearer, though. Sort of leading him on at one end and denying him at the other. Sex was a game with these people; maybe I'd give him something to remember awhile.
"Come on, baby. Be a sport," he breathed, his prick hardening even more. It was still inside his trunks, but the sensations were coming through.
"We don't want to rush this, do we?" I giggled.
His right hand slipped between my slightly opened thighs, from the rear. He managed to press the lower edge of my cunt; I wiggled my rump back and forth.
Finally, I let him have my mouth. A small, eager moan welled up in his throat. I let my lips cling, wide open. His tongue bored inward; I shivered as the man hunger climbed, replying with darts and curls of my own tongue.
He slipped his fingers under the thin stretch of cloth that ran between my legs, caressing my cunt. I jabbed my tongue faster. I swung my rump back, toward the toying hand, spreading my thighs more. It was nice, getting tickled from behind.
He tried to run his finger into my twat, and I wanted it there; I was trembling--but the evening was young yet. I broke the kiss, swerving my bottom so he couldn't enter my puss.
"I thought you were a tittie man," I laughed, cozily. I reached down between us and found his hardness with my fingers, shaping it lightly where his swim trunks stuck out.
Chuckling, evidently liking my playful mood, he lifted his seeking hand to my bikini halter. His prick was quite adequate. His fingers stretched the taut fabric over a tittie; he cupped it, his cock stiffening even more. My nipple stung with that old hot feeling.
"Mmmmm!" I breathed. This was so much better than sitting around the apartment moping.
"You've really got 'em, baby!" he muttered.
I squeezed the outline of his prick. "You're not so small yourself, stud."
I was getting a beautiful hard-on. Glancing at Ed, I saw his hand down between Eve's parted thighs; they were kissing. Everybody having fun, fun, fun.
Just as Paul was bringing my nipples out, good and stiff, Sally had to interrupt.
"Game time, darlings!" she called. She and Carl had moved over to the bar set up.
"Hell!" Paul murmured, giving my titties a few more squeezes. I had to admit that if we kept this up I'd have a come; my nerves were aching for it.
I readjusted my mini-halter and Paul guided me to the lighted area, staying behind me to conceal his stiff prick.
"Mine doesn't show, honey," I giggled. Oh, I was going to be a real swinging party chick. Why not? I would soon be completely free, legally.
He laughed, patting my bottom. He continued to stay behind me while Sally explained the game. I liked his arms around my bare waist.
"We're going to hang a sheet across the space over there," Sally laughed, pointing to an alcove. "The gals will get behind it, so you can't see us."
Evidently Paul had everything ready, because in moments the sheet was hung, stretched tightly. There was considerable room behind. Three holes, about waist high, rather small, had been cut in the sheet.
"Now," Sally went on, giggling. "When we broads are hidden, we mix things up a little, and you men reach through the holes, with your best hand, and see if you can tell who is who. Sound like fun?"
Cries of approval greeted her announcement.
"What's it called?" Eve giggled. "Finger-find?"
More laughter. "No, silly!" the slender brunette said. "It's 'Who's Who,' or 'Is That the Pussy I had my Hand on Last Night?' "
"No one had a hand on mine!" I cried.
"We'll soon remedy that situation, honey," Sally laughed. "Come on gals. The man who guesses the most right gets a special award."
"What would that be?" Eve giggled. "A box of cracker jacks."
"You're closer than you think, honey," Sally cackled.
I rather liked the idea; that Hawaiian punch was punching me right in the pussy. The whole bit was merely an excuse to fondle a naked cunt, and after such a long period of starvation, I needed a lot of it.
We girlies tripped behind the sheet as the bright, dirty remarks continued. Sally loosed her bikini-panty, smiling and whispering.
"Now the idea is, we keep switching places-sort of mix the boys up."
"Does it matter who's hand does the tickling?" I asked. Seeing Sally's naked twat, I lowered my panty, too. Eve did the same.
"Not if you're in a fun mood, honey," Sally giggled.
For the moment I stood in the middle, with Sally on my right and the blonde, Eva, at my left. We moved up close to the holes in the sheet. The men were snorting and milling around, anxious to start.
"Okay, studs, start feeling!" Sally said, loudly. She swung her bottom right against the aperture. Not to be outdone, Eve followed the example. She appeared to be a natural blonde.
A male hand came through the hole in front of me, and immediately took possession of my pussy. I guessed this was Paul, but I couldn't actually tell. I loved it. Anonymous cunt fondling. I rotated my hips, shivering. Sally and Eve were getting their feels, too.
"Ohhhhh!" Sally cried. A brown finger was already inside her cunt, and she was bucking on it, slowly.
The hand in front of me tried to make an entrance with a middle finger, but I backed away, teasingly. I was having enough sexy thrills as it was.
"Change!" Sally cried, rather reluctantly.
I took her place, and this time I let the exploring finger enter my slit. Jazzy tremors fled along my opened thighs. Sally was now on the other end, and Eve in the middle. I heard her soft panting as she again took a finger into her pussy. Her soft white rump went around and around, then hunched.
"Ohhhh ... ohh!" Eve gasped.
I was having my enjoys, too, believe me. I craved a come; I was dizzy with need. My titties were firming out, sugary flutters ran across my loins; I hunched faster and faster. My legs were shaking; I couldn't recall when I had had a climax standing up-but I was about to-about to.
"Ohhhh ... hell!" I cried. The finger went deeper. Whoever was giving me the sample seemed to realize my condition; he tickled my tender clitoris. Sparks flew in my cunt; my hips flew, and then the heady sexy throbs shook me from one end to the other.
I moaned my joy, curving my box forward until I nearly pushed the sheet down. The finger went far up into my pussy, and then the waves went high, higher. I was having a wild one-a kind of lone one-but ohhhh, it was all colored with punch and a deep man hunger, and I heard my male partner utter an exclamation of encouragement.
Eve was building up to a peak, too. I couldn't stand any longer; I fell backward into a chair, shuddering and panting, my hips still hunching, hunching.
Now that I was behind Eve and Sally I had a most interesting view. The blonde's white rump was wiggling and rotating on a male finger; half giggling, half whimpering, she went faster, faster.
"Come on, baby!" one of the men cried. Sounded like Ed.
Sally was taking more time, retreating now and then, but always returning to the playful man's hand. The hand that had tickled me to a climax was no longer in the hole. I felt a bit guilty about being so fast. I would have liked some tittie kisses while the fun was going on, but I knew I'd get them later.
"Go, honey, go!" I urged, watching Eve. She was panting, now. Her mini-halter was off; she was fondling her titties. Sally, too, glanced across at Eve. She stopped her own game long enough to watch. It became a kind of contest, seeing if Eva could make it. My cunt was itchy again; my vacation from sex had lasted much too long.
"Oh, oh!" Eva cried. Her hips shimmied, her legs spread further apart.
"You're almost there, baby!" the male voice cried. It was Ed, sure enough.
I could tell she was nearing the peak. The muscles in her rump flexed, her hands went fast on her breasts, she gasped, and then she was having it.
I felt a twinge in my loins as she bucked and writhed, uttering a stream of sharp, joyful cries. Sally halted her own pleasure, stepped over and gripped Eve, cuddling her from behind. Eve backed away from the clever hand, shuddering out her delight. It was a very voluptuous vision.
When Eve recovered, and we gals were dressed again, if you could call it being dressed, the blonde and I went to the rec room toilet. Once we were alone, Eve regained her party mood.
"Some game!" she giggled.
"I loved it," I said.
"You beat me, though."
"I haven't been getting my steady stuff like you married gals," I answered.
She laughed, adjusting her mini-halter. I could hear Sally's shrill laughter beyond the bathroom door.
"We'd better get out there before she dreams up a game with three men and one girl," Eve said.
I nodded. I checked my make-up and hair, and we left the bathroom to join the others. As Eve went out she brushed her hand across my bottom. She whispered:
"When are we going to get together, honey?"
I wasn't too surprised. "One of these days," I said, returning the caress. She was delightfully soft, sexy enough for anyone. Swapping and Lesbianism seemed to go hand-in-hand.
"Do you know who got you off?" I laughed, boldly.
Another giggle. "I think it was Ed. Guess it doesn't really matter!"
With this gang it didn't. Apparently Eve had been with both Paul and Ed, before. The whole thing was beginning to nail on me. Oh, I wasn't about to stop, for the evening, but was this what I really wanted out of life? Just orgasms? I could accomplish that with my hand or with a dildo.
At the bar we all had more punch. The jokes were turning wilder, dirtier. If I hadn't been half-tight I might have blushed. Paul stood close, his left arm around my waist. His fingers kept creeping down my tummy, toward by bikini bottom, and i didn't fight it.
"Any more games in mind, Sally?" Carl asked.
"I can think of one!" she laughed, "but I'm in a catching up mood. Why don't we gals go topless and dance the boys around a while?"
"Smooth," Carl said, reaching for Sally's mini-halter.
I didn't care, any more. Paul's hand rose the little catch that held my halter together. Ed had Eve's titties bared in no time at all. Her breasts were rather small, but shapely, with tiny pink nipples already stiff. She caught Ed's hand and they swung out onto the dancing area. I turned to face Paul while he lowered my tittie covering. Sally was giggling and protesting mildly, but her pointy charms were soon exposed.
Paul stared at my bare boobs, his eyes hot with desire. I brushed them across his naked chest, flirting my tongue out. It didn't take us long to find a dark corner on the dance floor.
"like the party, honey?" I breathed, mashing my tits to his chest. His grip tightened thrillingly.
"Hell, yes. Are we going to have a game of our own?"
I giggled. "I'm ready for about anything."
"How about going upstairs and swimming around on a bed for a while?"
"I have a good breast stroke," I laughed.
His hips were snugly against my loins, and his pecker was as hard as a rock. I weaved my bottom, teasing him.
"Come on, let's go!" he breathed, his voice thick.
I didn't fight that, either. I was anxious for a toss. If I drank too much more I wouldn't be a very lively bed partner.
He steered me to the stairs that led out of the basement. I walked ahead, and he kept his hands on me as we climbed. No voices rose in protest. After all, it was Paul's home. Time for the main show.
The master bedroom was very elaborate-deep blue carpet on the floor, and everything else white, including the furniture, except some bright pillows on the king-sized bed. I was shaky with anticipation; after so many days of loneliness and frustration, wondering whether or not I had done the right thing about John, I needed a good robust loving.
For my age I hadn't been with too many different men, really. I could count them on the fingers of one hand. A girl with any sensitivity-likes to know a man awhile before she lets him get the goodies; a peculiarity of the female of the species.
But when you're drunk and hot and needy-does it make too much difference? I had read about a male whorehouse in the Los Angeles area. Of course the men had to rotate, work part-time. Funny thing-a man can't fake his excitement, but a broad can.
Paul was rather suave about it; he didn't start grabbing. He patted me on the butt and guided me to the bed. He showed me where the bathroom was.
Standing beside the bed, his arms around me, my boobs again burning on his chest, he patted my rump.
"You know, Diane, I'm flattered as hell. You don't look or act like a real swap-bunny."
I shivered. "Too new at it, I guess."
"You know who's hand was on you, don't you?"
I giggled. "I think so."
"I peeked," he said. "I was going to have that, with you. I enjoyed it."
I was glad he had a sense of humor. That helps a girl over some delicate situations.
I giggled. "I guess you know I did!"
"I locked the bedroom door. Okay?"
I nodded. His hands were coursing over my rump, down lower, then up my waist, and before I realized it my bikini bottom was on the floor, and his trunks were too. His bare cock was nestled on my warm tummy, he had my mouth open and his tongue was pushing in and out of my throat.
Candy-coated tremors surged in my loins; I tried to stand high enough to bring his cock against my pussy. I couldn't, quite, so I rotated around as best I could. His right hand slid up to cuddle a tittie. Ohh, I was having a fine time; I wanted that prick in me so badly I was shaking with need.
He eased me down on the bed, hardly breaking the heated togetherness. It got even better when he stretched me out and sank down at my right, his hand fondling my itchy thighs, his mouth nuzzling my big titties. I curved my pussy up handily: he began playing with it, and I realized he hadn't lied about the sheet business. He knew his stuff.
The lips of my twat were on fire. I found his prick and cuddled it, remembering all the times I had been denied, waited for John to screw me properly, and a fit of trembling hit me. My nipple swelled in his mouth, my hips went up and down.
Ohhh, I was about to come again.
"Hurry, honey!" I gasped.
He swung into position, quickly. I spread out, like an eager girl should. I was literally starved for a penetration. The head of his cock struck my moist pussy, spreading the tender labia; he sank manfully inward, moaning his joy.
I couldn't wait. I felt the voluptuous waves of delight convulse my vagina; I lunged upward on his wonderful prick, and on the third stroke I had it. Ohhhh, did I have it! My whole pelvis throbbed and heaved and I shouted.
He favored me with a few more heavenly pokes as the passion gushed from my achy twat, as it vibrated and clenched and banged.
"Baby, baby!" he muttered, resting with that wand deep inside. I was sure he hadn't climaxed; I was delirious. I needed a lot more, a great lot more.
A sudden knocking on the bedroom door broke the spell of pleasure. He didn't move, right away, but I felt his unease. The knocking came again, and he muttered angrily under his breath.
"Damn!" he breathed, taking that nice thing out of me. "I'll be right back."
I watched him move to the bedroom door; he unlocked it, peering through, not letting it swing open.
"Oh, Paul honey," came Eve's voice. "Ed got too drunk." She giggled, of course. "Can I come in with you and Diane?"
I realized the situation. Eve wanted in on a threesome. He glanced over at me. I could tell he was thrilled. No man wouldn't be. But he was leaving the decision up to me.
Something happened to me; maybe my violent orgasm had sobered me; maybe I wasn't prepared for an orgy. Ohh, I wanted more of him, but I knew I couldn't go through with it. Call it envy or shyness or whatever.
I swung off the bed. "You two go ahead," I said.
He frowned. It was his house, and he could tell Eve to go play with herself or join Carl and Sally.
Eve was pushing herself through the door, confident of her blonde charms. I picked up my bikini patches and walked into the bathroom. Eve's giggles rasped in my ears. I cleaned myself up.
Yes I had heard about threesomes, wondered if I could participate. Well, I couldn't. Not now. Not with these two. Perhaps I wasn't a real swinger, after all.
Fortunately, the bathroom had another door. I went through it, out into a hallway.
Paul stood in the bedroom doorway. "Cutting out?"
I didn't answer. I was just a bit sick inside. I wanted to be alone.
The bedroom door closed. I heard Eve's high-pitched laughter; she had got her way. Paul would have two broads for an evening instead of one. Using the living room telephone, I called a cab.
Once in my apartment, I flung my beach robe off and marched into my functional bedroom. I went to my vanity and dug out the dildo. I sprawled on the bed. I had been all built up for a fine evening with a competent stud and that little blonde bitch had cut it short.
Damn her, I thought, looking down at my swollen titties, which hadn't gotten nearly enough kissing. I made the insertion. To hell with all of them. This wasn't as good as a live prick, but I wasn't going to be denied entirely. I closed my eyes and bounced up and down on my pink wonder. Somehow the break in the action, during the drive home, had increased my need. The few thrusts from Paul, while they had been simply delicious, certainly hadn't satisfied my hungers.
I jazzed it hard and deep, panting, titillating my stinging breasts with my left hand. My sex vacation was over. Being around men again, real men, had stoked my furnace. I was wild for more.
It was starting. Ohhh ... ohhh ... hell ... it wasn't as good as before, but it would help ... Yes, yes ... it would balm my nerves.
I turned on the vibrating business. I cried out. And just as the best spasm fluttered in my loins, as the honey jerked and ripped from my cunt, a vision of Judson Edwards floated across my mind.
Boom, boom! I made the bed shake.
I knew right then I had been fooling myself, taking substitutes. I had to have him, have him, have him, deep and hard and true-if he still wanted me.