Chapter 11
By ten o'clock the five couples present were having a hall. Everyone was feeling the drinks and each other, though no swapping had yet been engaged in. George kept them drinking and talking and dancing, waiting for the final couple to arrive before getting down to the more delightful business of the evening.
Beth was getting impatient. As she danced with George, she could see Glen and Liza -- a sensual, big-butted colored girl whose coal black beanpole husband who was dancing intimately with Jen -- fondling each other's genitals as they kissed hotly on the couch. George's big lovely cock pressing against her belly through his velvet robe made her want to get on with their plan.
She held him tight and rubbed her belly against his hard organ, putting her mouth as close to his ear as the difference in their heights would permit and whispering, "Let's go up to the bedroom, darling. I can't wait any longer!"
George glanced at the wall clock above the dining table. "I wanted to wait till Grace and Henrietta get here," he said. Then, after he'd checked the big room to see that everyone else was beginning to pair off, he added, "But I guess we'd better start getting with it before it's too late. Come on, baby."
Beth held George's big hand as they went up the stairs, her knees weak from the excitement she felt in the pit of her stomach. "Grace and Henrietta?" she asked. "A Lesbian couple?"
George laughed. "I refuse to answer on the grounds it might tend to incriminate me," he said, hurrying Beth up the top of the stairs and roughly swinging her onto the bed. "Get your drawers off, you cock-hungry little bitch!"
Five minutes later George went downstairs alone, a grin on his face as he moved toward the bar. He mixed fresh drinks and passed them around, making a point of butting in politely breaking up the action when any couple got too close to sexing. He kept it up for half an hour, not leaving any of his erotically aroused guests alone long enough for them to do anything but fondle and embrace. Then he decided enough time had passed. The atmosphere of the house was tense with sexual longing when he called for everyone's attention.
All eyes were on him, eager and questioning. He kicked off his sandals and threw off his robe, standing naked before his guests with his huge ebony cock at full erection. "Let's all get naked and go upstairs together," he said, grinning as one of the women, a diminutive redhead who was seeing his organ for the first time, stared at its size in fascinated horror. She was licking her lips absently, moving toward him as if hypnotized when he added, "Beth's up there having an orgasm all by herself. Let's go up and help her."
Glen watched the small red-haired girl reach out for George's immense dick. Her hand trembled and she sighed as her fingers tried in vain to encircle it completely. Then George's last remark struck him through the alcohol-induced dullness that had settled over his senses. He glanced around the house, looking for Beth, hut saw her nowhere. Without bothering to discard his clothes while all the rest of the guests were happily stripping, he crossed the room and started up the stairs, calling, "Beth? Beth, where are you?"
As he lopped the stairs, he gasped aloud and stood gaping at his wife. He didn't believe what he saw. There was Beth, moaning softly, in the center of the bed. A gag was over her mouth and her eyes were wild with desire. She was completely naked, spread-eagled on the bed with her arms and legs tied securely to the four corners. The green satin spread was dark beneath her buttocks, getting wetter by the second as she writhed and wriggled her dripping cunt. He could see her clitoris standing hard and red at the top of her blonde-fringed snatch. Tears overflowed her eyes as vaginal secretions oozed from her already slippery pussy.
"Beth? My God, honey, what's going on?" George quickly and silently mounted the stairs, moved past Glen and went to the bed. "She's all right, Glen. There's nothing to worry about. Nod your head if I'm right, Beth, so your husband won't be worried about you."
Dumbfounded, Glen watched the naked photographer stroke his wife tenderly as she looked at him and nodded her head. Beth was motioning to Glen with her head, trying to tell him something.
"She wants you to take off your clothes and sit down," George said.
"Beth?"
Beth nodded in assent, then ignored him entirely while he stripped off his clothes. He saw her gazing up at George through lust-glazed eyes as his big black hands moved caressingly over her body. Two black fingers jabbed deep into her cunt. Beth stiffened and let out a muffled sob, grinding her pelvis at George's hand as he tickled her vaginal walls. The others came up the stairs one by one, each of them showing a definite reaction to the sight of Beth helplessly gagged and spread-eagled on the bed.
It wasn't necessary for George to explain. Everyone got the idea. Jen took Liza by the hand and led her to the foot of the bed. They separated, Liza following Jen's example, one of the girls going on either side of the bed and sitting down. Immediately they dropped their heads, each taking one of Beth's berry-like nipples into her mouth and sucking on it.
Naked now, his cock throbbing, Glen sank into a strategically placed chair and watched the action. It was like an erotic nightmare. There lay his wife, bound and gagged, completely helpless, unable to prevent anything anyone chose to do to her. He realized what was going to happen-all the men were going to screw her. George was arranging the line-up, selecting the one with the smallest dick to go first. They were going to gang-bang her, and Beth was all for it. She seemed to be hotter than he'd ever seen her before, writhing and moaning as the two girls sucked her tits and ran their hands over her body. He could have stopped it; all he would have had to do was stand up and tell them all to go to hell. But he didn't; he couldn't. Beth wanted to be gang-banged and, strangely, he wanted to see it happen to her. Vicariously, he would be thrilled by the lewd orgy right along with his lustful wife. He stared intently as the first man knelt between her legs, then leaned forward and brought the head of his short prick into contact with her swollen cunt lips.
Beth moaned with delight as the man easily slid his rod all the way into her. She'd already had two orgasms before the rest of them came upstairs; being in bondage had worked its magic on her, and now, with Glen watching, she welcomed the first dick to penetrate her hungry cunt. The fact that her husband was watching it happen added to her excitement. The gag over her mouth made it impossible for her to speak, but she wanted to cry out, Oh, God, it's good!
So Good! The ropes bit at her wrists and ankles as the bed bounced with the rhythm of love. Jen's and Liza's mouths kept working at her hard nipples, sucking and nipping, adding to the pleasure of the nice little peter jabbing so fiercely in her fiery cunt. Before she was ready, the man fell heavily on her and emptied his balls. She whimpered as his warm fluid jetted into her, then closed her eyes and lay panting through her flared nostrils as he got up and another man took his place.
The next man felt better yet. He was heavier and his dick, though not any longer, was fatter than the first man's had been. It filled her vagina snugly but not entirely. She opened her eyes and looked right into Walt's grinning face. Instinctively she tried to kiss and hug him, but she could do neither. The gag prevented her lips from touching his and the ropes bit sharply at her wrists when she forgot and tried to throw her arms around his beautiful body. She fell back to the bed, sobbing as he pounded away at her.
Walt kissed her eyes and nose and cheeks as he fucked her. Again and again he told her she was a hot-assed little slut, hissing the word "slut" and harshly grinding his pelvis into hers. Each time he called her a slut, Beth felt her lust grow even stronger. She glanced over at Glen. Walt's verbal attack was having its effect on her husband, too, she saw. He was sitting on the edge of his chair, holding his hard dick and staring at them intently. Beth reached orgasm as she looked at Glen, her eyes squinting into slits and her face screwing up in bittersweet agony. She jerked against her bonds, enjoying the cut of the ropes as her cunt spasmed around Walt's plunging organ. Her dancing vagina sucked the sperm up from Walt's tight nuts, and as she relaxed and gave in to the final convulsions of her own climax, she felt Walt shoot his load deep inside her fluttering belly.
Still looking into Glen's excited eyes, Beth felt Walt pull his shrinking rod from her. As he climbed off the bed, she felt cum ooze from her puffy cunt and trickle down the crack of her widespread ass. She saw an intense expression come over her husband's face as the next man moved between her legs and shoved his lovely dick into her. Looking up at her new partner, Beth saw why Glen was grimacing. It was Liza's skinny husband, his thick dark lips pulled back over his white teeth as he rammed his cock deep into her body.
Beth's eyes widened as she looked up at him. He hammered at her so furiously that the bed sang out in protest, even though he weighed much less than Walt did. He fucked like a wild man, his belly wetly slapping Beth's and his balls swinging into the crack of her soft ass with a lewd splatting sound each time the full length of his shaft burrowed into her slick sheath. He was pounding her butt right into the mattress, and all she could do was lie there and take it. His pistoning ass drove his cock at a fantastic speed. His tool was as thick as Walt's, only longer; he was slamming it in so hard his pelvis was flattening her pubic mound and the head of his rod was maddeningly bumping into the mouth of her womb.
Beth was nearly out of her mind with pleasure when she felt his prick jab in deep and twitch out of control. She thrashed beneath him, panting and sobbing as his hot juice ricocheted off her sensitive cervix. Then he was gone, and as his warm fluid washed past her winking asshole, Beth groaned out in protest at the loss of his beautiful black cock.
Her groan ended in a gasp of joy as another dick rapidly plunged into her. She didn't bother to open her eyes this time. She didn't care who the man screwing her was. The only thing that mattered to her was the exquisite sensation of his fat dick rushing up her cum-drenched tunnel. She was so near another orgasm that her cunt began fluttering as soon as the head of the new joystick touched her cervix. With her vaginal walls rhythmically clasping the latest pecker to penetrate her, Beth blubbered out her climax while the cock stroked on smoothly.
But her gripping pussy was so hot and slick by then that the man couldn't stand it very long. Beth was only halfway through coming when she felt him slam home and grunt hoarsely, his cock spewing its nectar far up inside her quivering belly.
There was no mistaking the identity of the next man who climbed onto the bed. George weighed nearly three hundred pounds, and when he got on any bed, it sagged. Beth opened her eyes and looked at him lovingly as he settled over her. His elbows pushed the tit-sucking girls out of the way, then dug into the mattress on either side of Beth to hold the bulk of his weight off her.
Slowly he descended on her, letting the bulbous head of his enormous cock touch lightly between the yawning lips of her overheated pussy and inch into her body gently. Beth shut her eyes to savor the moment, breathing raggedly as more and more of George's sweet organ penetrated her. Fucking with the others had been nothing but warming-up exercises, foreplay to get her ready for the throbbing root which grew sturdily from George's giant body. Beth shuddered with joy from head to toe as George fed more and more of his fantastic cock into her fuck-soaked cunt. Her pussy lips clung to the thick black pole, folding inward and jerking along the disappearing shaft.
Dizziness swept over Glen as he stared in complete disbelief and utter fascination at the gigantic black cock entering his wife's blonde pussy. His eyes were lying to him, he thought; they had to be, for Beth couldn't possibly accommodate the pylon George was pushing into her writhing body. Glen shut his eyes and quickly shook his head to clear it. But when he looked again, the same lascivious sight greeted him. Beth was moaning as if she was going out of her pretty head now, with George rotating his hips to feed the last two inches of his organ into her squirming flesh. Then, as Glen heard himself moaning along with Beth, something inside her seemed to give way and George suddenly fell on her, driving his massive cock in to the hilt and grunting with pleasure. The sound of his balls splatting into the crack of Beth's ass rang lewdly in Glen's ears.
It was by far the most carnal scene Glen had ever witnessed. The four men preceding George had made his mind reel as one after another jumped on his helpless wife and fucked her rapaciously. But now he could hardly breathe. In fascinated horror he gawked at Beth and the giant George, who was beginning to hump now, slowly withdrawing the unbelievable length of his thick rod. Beth's cunt lips were engorged with blood, swollen and red from the intense excitement she obviously felt. Her pussy clung to George's dark tool, its lips distending around his shaft as he pulled back, trying to suck it back into the moist heat of her hungry body.
Glen dimly wondered if George was pulling out of Beth in slow motion or if his own mind had snapped under the strain and was playing tricks on him. From where he was sitting, Glen could see between their legs. He stared hotly at the long black prick leaving his wife's body. It was darker coming out of her than it had been going in. Bits of stringy white sperm clung to the dark rod, sperm which the other men had blown into Beth and which had mixed with her own secretions. The mixture of male and female juices covered George's pecker, making it glisten wetly as he drew it from her cunt and the light reflected off it.
Once more George gently bore down and backed up. Then Glen saw his face take on a serious expression. He began fucking Beth slowly and rhythmically, thrusting the full length of his rod into her heaving belly and withdrawing it just as smoothly. Beth threw her head about as if she couldn't stand it, as if the big black organ was giving her so much pleasure she had to move at least a part of her body or blow up because of rapidly rising inner tensions. A constant stream of moans and whimpers issued from her tossing head, coming out of her flared nostrils and ringing with a nasal twang.
The others were standing around the railing now, staring at the bed and fondling each other's sex organs as George kept humping away at Beth. Glen fought the urge to jump on the bed with them, to kiss Beth and stroke her with his trembling hands as George pumped his enormous pole in and out of her tautly stretched pussy.
Glen knew his wife was thrilling to the giant Negro as she had never thrilled to him. Strangely, he found he really didn't mind. As always when Beth was receiving sexual enjoyment, he was getting vicarious pleasure. As long as she wanted George screwing her, or anyone else for that matter, it was all right with him. Before long she was blasting off, wailing out her orgasm through her nose and thrashing beneath George as he picked up speed and drove his big dick back and forth in her throbbing cunt, making her climax even more intense.
After Beth had calmed down from her shuddering climax, George increased his efforts even more. Bit by bit he increased his tempo, his protuberant buttocks rising and falling above her in a long arc, nearly bringing his cock out of her each time and ramming it back in all the way without a pause. Beth seemed to love it. Even though she couldn't put her arms or legs around her bulky black lover, she did manage to buck her hips, shoving up to meet him. Her motions were restricted, but still it inflamed Glen to see her throwing it up to George that way. The ropes cutting into her wrists and ankles didn't seem to affect her at all. In fact, Beth didn't seem to notice them nor to feel any pain as she strained at her harsh bonds. Her hands were made into fists and her toes were curled downward. The muscles of her abdomen rippled as she used them to bounce her snatch. Her tits swayed and jiggled.
George went wild then. Beth's hunching was more than his cool could take. Frantically, he hammered his long, fat cock into her tightly gripping cunt. The bed creaked and popped under his sudden attack; it threatened to fall apart as he began shouting obscenities and hitting into Beth's slurping crotch with a flurry of vicious thrusts. The full weight of his body was on her and his ass moved like lightning. He abandoned the grace and fluidity of his long, measured strokes and began jerking and grunting, jabbing erratically and forcefully with short, brutal lunges.
"They're gonna come!" shrieked a female voice, ragged with lust. "Cut her loose ... cut her loose!"
Glen glanced quickly at the source of the voice. It was the tiny redhead who had been so hypnotized by the size of George's organ. She rushed to the dresser and grabbed a pair of scissors, then hurried back to the foot of the bed and began trying to free Beth's ankles.
George's heavy bag of sperm-filled balls was pulling up tight against his body when one of Beth's ankles was cut free. She immediately threw her leg around his pumping butt, trying to help him bang even harder into her abused cunt. When her other ankle came free, the head of George's cock was wedged tight in the mouth of her womb, twitching out of control. She threw her other leg around him, locking her ankles over the small of his back and holding him to her, trembling and sobbing, waiting for his explosion.
The red-haired girl forgot about Beth's wrists. The commotion of the impending orgasm sounded like Beth and George were both about to die. George was gasping hoarsely and grinding his pelvis harshly against Beth's, his cock stuck deep in her quivering belly. Beth was trying to shout out her lust through the gag, right on the brink of an excruciatingly intense orgasm, the heels of her feet beating staccato taps on the firm cheeks of George's black ass.
"Jesus!" the redhead moaned. "Oh, Jesus!" She dropped the scissors and began rubbing her own hot little cunt.
Beth's fluttering pussy lips on his twitching shaft took George the last sweet step toward orgasm. He dropped his face into the pillow and made a choking sound as his cock blew a mass of hot cum directly into the open mouth of Beth's battered womb. Beth relished the gush of hot jism shooting from the throbbing head of George's fully planted rod and bathing the inside of her uterus. Nothing had ever been so mind-blowing to Beth as that flood of male fuck juice, hot and thick and creamy, pulsing forcefully into her innermost female organ.
Glen saw Beth's eyes roll upward till her pupils were hidden. He heard her gasping for air through her nose, trying frantically to keep from passing out with the bliss of total fulfillment. He jumped up and dove for the bed, grabbing a corner of her gag and ripping it from her mouth.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, good God!!!" Beth screamed shrilly. Then she began kissing George's face wildly and chanting, "Sweet man ... wonderful dick ... big and black and hot ... Oh, lord! How I love to fuck!!!"
George clamped his mouth over Beth's, his thick lips covering hers entirely as his tongue shot into her sucking mouth.
Glen was out of his head with lust. He ran his hands over their quivering bodies. One of Beth's tits was invitingly poking out to the side, where George's heavy chest had mashed it. Glen bent swiftly and kissed her hard nipple. He rubbed her nearest thigh and hip with the palm of his hand as he took the pink crest into his mouth and sucked it longingly. Good God, how long is George going to keep coming? he wondered. His own prick was throbbing with need. He wanted Beth at that moment more than he had ever wanted her before. Watching her take on one man after another had set a fire in his loins, a fire hotter than any he'd ever known.
Finally George stopped blowing his wad. Glen didn't even wait for him to get off the bed. As soon as George took his slightly diminishing rod from Beth's gaping twat, Glen slid over one of her legs while the photographer crawled away on the other side. Following George, who turned from the bed and headed straight for the bar, everyone but the Fosters went back downstairs to continue the party.
Glen held himself poised above his wife, gazing down into her rapturous face until the last head had disappeared below the top of the stairs. Then, with Beth still panting for breath, he dropped his mouth to hers, kissing her passionately as he jammed his cock at her messy snatch hole. He groaned into her sucking mouth. The heat inside her body was like a furnace, but the walls of her stretched vagina were loose and sloppy. His cock might as well have been in a jar of hot water for all the good her cunt was to him. He could barely tell he had it in her, except for the feverlike heat of her body around it.
Sick at heart, Glen withdrew his dick from the gaping hole of his wife's pussy. But his lust demanded satisfaction. It was confusing as hell. For a moment he thought of sliding up Beth's sweat-covered body and ramming his cock down her throat and fucking her mouth just as he would a snatch. But she was still having trouble catching her breath. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, her chest rising and falling as she gulped down air. He thought of her asshole, which was still virgin territory. He'd tried to insert his penis in her anus only the day before, but Beth had yelled in pain and made him stop. Now he would do it anyway, whether she liked it or not. He loved her dearly but, by God, he just had to get his nuts off, and at the moment no other woman would do. It had to be Beth.
Hooking his arms under the backs of her knees, he pulled her legs up till her thighs touched her heaving chest. Her brown ring felt hot and tight as he pressed the knob of his throbbing dick into it. She wasn't expecting his action and all her muscles were at rest, including her anal sphincter. With one quick thrust he buried his cock in the seething tunnel of her butt. Beth squealed shrilly and loudly, her eyes wide open as she stared up at his lust-glazed face.
"Oh, God, Glen! It hurts... hurts so bad! You're tearing me, darling ... tearing me apart!"
But Glen couldn't stop. He was hammering into her soft butt with jerky and rapid strokes, probing deep inside her rectum and bending his cock around in this new-found channel of lust, moaning at the fantastic heat in her shit chute and the unbelievably tight fit around his shaft. He looked down at her face, saw her grimacing and gritting her teeth at the pain his cock was imparting to her tender young butt. He went right on ramming his rod at her, buffeting her body, jarring her, pounding her into the mattress in a flurry of wild hunching. Then, with Beth crying and sobbing, he slammed deep into her oven-like ass and shot his pent-up load. Stars burst before his eyes. He plunged his face into the crook of her neck and bit into her flesh, making her scream as his scalding semen shot into the depths of her quivering bowels.
When he regained his senses, he saw what he'd done to her. Big red tooth marks covered her neck. He thanked God he hadn't bitten hard enough to make her bleed. Strangely, Beth seemed very much at peace. It didn't appear to have bothered her in the least-not the ugly marks his teeth had left on her throat nor the pain his penis had caused in her ass. She lay there smiling up at him, content and serene, looking more beautiful than ever.
"Baby, baby," he cooed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, honey. I just got so carried away I didn't know what I was doing."
"It's all right, darling. I know ... I know."
Beth's calm acceptance absolved him from guilt, and now that his lust was no longer at the boiling point, he had a sudden, very strong urge to examine her much-used cunt. He saw her upper lip twitch slightly with pain as he pulled his half-hard organ from her light butt hole. He kissed her tenderly, then quickly slid down her body and brought his face close to her messy crotch.
"Jesus, Beth!" he wailed. "That big buck reamed you a new hole!"
"It'll go back into shape," she soothed.
He touched her cum-oozing pussy, inserting three fingers and wiggling them freely. "I think I could get my whole hand in there!"
"Don't be silly, Glen. George and I screwed after we took the pictures on Monday. My cunt was nice and tight for you in bed that night, wasn't it?"
"No, by God, it wasn't! So that's what was wrong. You've been cheating on me!"
"For God's sake, Glen. Don't try to act like you really care. You know damn good and well I was going to tell you. The only reason I didn't is because I wanted you to see me tied and raped like this. I knew you'd get a kick out of seeing me gang-banged."
"Raped? How can you call it rape? You and George- had it all planned ahead of time, didn't you? You loved every friggin' minute of it, didn't you?"
Beth grinned at her frustrated and angry husband, nodding her head in agreement. But the next minute she was gasping in pain, for Glen did just what he'd said he thought he could do-he stuck his whole hand into her cunt! Almost half his forearm shot up her vagina, not stopping till his middle finger was poking her cervix.
"Glen! You're killing me! Oh, God! Stop it ... STOP IT!!"
For a second, Glen didn't realize what he'd done. When he saw his arm in his wife's pussy, he gasped and jerked it out, staring in horror at her yawning chasm. He had hurt her again, had made her cunt all the looser. His hand was covered with blobs of white sperm and her clear fluid. More mixed fuck juices were seeping from her sloppy opening. Beth was crying, her body racked by sobs as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Baby, baby!" Glen moaned, dropping his face to her pussy and wildly kissing it all over. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you, darling ... love you ... love you ..."
Then he couldn't talk any more because his mouth was open wide and his lips were pressed lightly to the outside edges of Beth's hair-covered lips, his tongue darting deep into her vagina, lapping furiously at its cum-drenched walls.
"Glen! No, Glen!"
But Glen was unable to hear her, he was so tuned out on the rest of the world at the moment. Beth heard him slurp loudly as his mouth pulled a fraction of an inch away from her opening. She heard the gulp as he swallowed the leavings of lust his eager tongue had gathered from her messy channel. Again his hot mouth covered her blonde pussy with hungry urgency. She gasped in pure delight as he sucked harshly, creating a vacuum, drawing her womb down, collapsing her vaginal walls together and sending spears of joy careening through her body.
"Oh, Glen," she breathed, "Yes, darling ... yes! Suck me dry!"
Locking her legs tightly around her husband's head, Beth sighed again and again, giving herself over to the intense pleasure as he cleaned out her gang-fucked cunt with his greedy mouth.