Chapter 12
When Glen and Beth rejoined the party several minutes later, it had turned into a mass of writhing bodies. They stood at the foot of the stairs, holding hands and watching the action on the carpeted floor. There before them was a circle of human flesh composed of four males and four females, lying head to crotch. In each woman's mouth was a hard dick, and each man had his face pressed between a woman's thighs. The gals were bobbing their heads back and forth, letting the cocks fill their mouths again and again. The men's heads were moving too, though not as frantically as the women's, as they licked the moist cunts up and down and happily slurped away.
No one paid any attention to Glen and Beth. Their presence was as yet unknown. The skinny black man was the only one outside the circle suck, but he wasn't being neglected. He was wildly humping away at a female butt. Glen noticed that the girl he was thoroughly sodomizing was the diminutive redhead who had been so taken with George's massive cock. She was still very much taken with it, in fact, for she had as much of his juicy rod in her mouth as she could possibly manage. Her slurps could be heard above all the others. She moaned and sucked frenziedly, reveling in the double-pronged invasion. She seemed overjoyed at having the attentions of both of the black men, one with his throbbing organ in her hot mouth and the other with his cock jabbing furiously inside her tight asshole. Meanwhile, a white man was sucking her box. No one could accuse this lady of being in the least prejudiced, one way or the other.
The doorbell rang. George took his head from between Liza's thighs and started to push the redhead's mouth off his dick so he could get up. Then he saw Glen and Beth looking on and motioned for them to open the door, saying, "That's probably Grace and Henrietta."
His mouth was wet and slick with Liza's copious vaginal secretions. He grinned and licked his lips as Glen and Beth moved past him on their way to the door. Then he returned his mouth to the dark pit of Liza's cunt and went on tonguing and sucking her. The redhead choked, trying to take his bulbous glans down her throat in a sudden fit of unbridled lust.
Glen and Beth let Grace and Henrietta in and introduced themselves. Both girls were very attractive, Grace short and shapely and Henrietta tall and willowy. Grace moved to Glen and took his cock in her soft hand, squeezing it lustfully as she kissed him hungrily. Beth let Henrietta take her in her arms and fondle her bare buttocks as she brought her heavily painted, moist lips to Beth's and thrust her tongue into her mouth.
When Henrietta stepped back, Beth saw that Grace's kissing and fondling had Glen's dick well on its way to a complete recovery.
"They've started without us," Henrietta said to Grace in a throaty, sultry voice.
Grace dropped to her knees before Glen, kissing and licking the head of his hardening organ. "Who gives a shit?"
she asked, going on with her oral ministrations. Undress me while I get Glen ready, will you? God, do I ever need fucked!"
At Henrietta's suggestion, Beth helped her get Grace out of her clothing as she bobbed her head back and forth on Glen's cock and hotly fondled his balls. Grace was even lovelier naked that she had been dressed. Her short-cropped black hair shone healthily as she sucked Glen's rod, her full lips distending as her head moved away from him and folding inward as she slid forward till her forehead bumped intimately against his abdomen. Her tits were large and soft, sagging a little as the bra was taken off her, then swaying delightfully as her upper body moved.
With everything removed but her skirt and panties, Grace slurped lasciviously as she released Glen's throbbing rod and stood. Quickly, she took off the rest of her clothes, smiling at all three of them. "It looks like a lovely orgy. How much have we missed?"
"Beth was tied to the bed and gang-humped," Glen said with a bit of embarrassment. He waved toward the circle suck and added, "They were hooked up like that when we came downstairs."
"Mmm, how erotic!" Henrietta exclaimed. "Do you dig bondage, honey?"
Before Beth could answer, Grace said, "Don't let Henrietta tie you up ... unless you like being spanked."
"I've never been spanked," Beth said. "My parents didn't believe in it."
"Well," Grace grinned, "don't say I didn't warn you. Come on, handsome. Let's you and me turn that couch into a pleasure garden!"
As Grace and Glen walked away hand in hand, Beth stood awkwardly and let Henrietta move behind her and pat her fleshy buttocks. The pats got harder and harder, till the sound of her hand smacking Beth's bottom was ringing through the air and she was feeling the heat build up. Then Henrietta stopped spanking Beth and moved around to face her, taking her in her arms and hugging her tightly.
"Christ, that's a sweet bottom!" Henrietta moaned, looking deep into Beth's eyes as she cupped a warm pink cheek in each hand and jiggled Beth's tender globes. "I hope you didn't mind my little love pats."
Strangely, Beth hadn't minded. She'd stood there letting her butt be slapped rather hard and found it more pleasant than painful. And now, with her skin stinging and the warmth glowing inside her, Beth said, "I didn't mind. It was kind of nice."
"You little darling!" Henrietta gushed. "How about lying across my lap and letting me beat your sweet ass good?"
"I don't mind," Beth said, "if you'll promise to stop when I ask you to." "Come on!"
Henrietta took Beth's hand and led her to the dining table. She pulled out a chair, turned it around, sat down in it, then eased Beth across her lap with her tail sticking out to best advantage.
The spanking began, gently at first, with the hand slapping lightly all over Beth's rear. The heat built up in her flesh till Beth couldn't help squirming. The more she wiggled, the harder the hand whacked at her bouncing butt. Soon the sound of the spanking was ringing in Beth's ears and she could hear herself moaning with each stinging blow.
"Do you like it, honey? ' Henrietta asked excitedly. "Is it doing anything for you?"
It was doing something to her, but Beth couldn't say exactly what. The cheeks of her ass were burning now and the heat seemed to be moving into her body, centering in her loins and making her pussy weep, as well as her eyes. She looked up at Henrietta through a mist of tears, her face screwed up in bittersweet agony, and hissed, "Harder! Spank me harder!"
Henrietta grinned down at her tortured face and a resounding blow landed dead center on Beth's hot ass, making her whole body quake and her reddened buttocks jiggle appealingly. "Like that, honey?"
"Yesss!" Beth yelled, the tears overflowing her eyes and running down her cheeks. "Oh, God! I think I'm gonna come!
"Lovely! Oh, how utterly divine! I'll make you come, sweetheart. I'll make you come all over my lap!"
And with that, Henrietta began laying into Beth hot and heavy. Beth thought she would die. She cried out again and again, writhing on Henrietta's lap and rubbing her clitoris on the tall girl's firm thigh. She was dimly aware of something hard and warm pressing into her waist as Henrietta joyously beat her exposed backside. The heat built and built until Beth was sobbing and thrashing wildly under the rain of stinging blows. Her ass quivered and jerked, burning and smarting unbearably.
Still Henrietta kept spanking her, holding one arm on Beth's waist so she couldn't flop onto the floor and slapping brutally at her raw buttocks. The heat and pain rushed through Beth's flesh like electricity through copper, converging in her loins and building up to the limit in her pussy. Then, all at once, when as much of the bittersweet torment as Beth could bear had accumulated inside her body, a blinding explosion seemed to burst her apart. She screamed at the top of her voice, her every nerve raw and jagged, "brutally pinching her own nipples as orgasm racked her body. She bucked frantically, sobbing about how god awful good it felt as Henrietta held her and stroked her sore butt and kissed her back and neck.
Henrietta let Beth ride out her climax on her lap, holding her thrashing form to keep her from slipping off and falling to the floor. When Beth finally grew still, Henrietta pushed her to her knees and spread her own nylon-clad legs. "Now it's your turn to do something nice for me, baby. I want you to use your pretty mouth. Put your head under my dress and give me a blow job."
Her mind still in the foggy afterglow of intense orgasm, Beth let her head be pushed between Henrietta's knees. She kissed the long, smooth thighs, letting the dress cover her head as she went higher and higher. She knew well before she reached the top band of the sheer nylons that Henrietta had drowned her genitals in powder and perfume. The scent under her dress was overpowering. It made Beth a bit dizzy, and added to the total darkness as she brought her face nearer the fragrant crotch, it gave her a sensation of smothering in a grave filled with flowers. The whole situation made her head reel, it was such a lewd thing! Everyone else at the orgy was completely naked except Henrietta.
Thinking it very strange indeed, Beth kissed her way past the tops of Henrietta's nylons and over the smooth, perfumed flesh of her upper thighs. Suddenly she wanted to suck her off more than anything else in the world. In a fit of lust, Beth thrust her face into Henrietta's open crotch-and got the shock of her life. Under the warm, sachet-scented panties was a rigid cock, throbbing with desire!
"Don't stop," the transvestite gasped, holding Beth's head to his crotch under the dress. "Jerk my panties to the side. Suck my cock, baby. Get your hot mouth on me and gobble me up!"
Beth wanted to laugh. Grace and Henrietta were hardly a Lesbian couple, as George had let her think. Henrietta was definitely a Henry, with seven inches of rock-hard prick to prove it. Beth's inclination to laugh faded abruptly when she reached into the panties and grasped Henry's rod. It smelled every bit as feminine as the rest of him, but it damned sure didn't feel like anything that ever grew on a woman. Henry had a rip-roaring hard-on. Beth's mouth watered as she dragged it out through the leg hole of his scented drawers.
Moaning with lust at the weird situation, Beth took his cock into her moist mouth and sank forward till she felt the head pressing into the soft membrane at the back of her throat. She sucked voraciously on the sweet-smelling dick, wildly bobbing her head up and down on it, licking its weeping eye as it nearly left her mouth, making little gagging sounds as she gobbled it into her willing throat.
"That's enough... that's enough!" Henry gasped, pushing her face from his crotch as he stood up.
The light almost blinded Beth as Henry lifted his dress off her head. She let him lake her hand and pull her to her feet. Not realizing what he intended, Beth allowed him to bend her over the table till her upper body was resting on the cool, polished wood. Then Henry was bending over her, kissing her, starting at the base of her neck and working down her back, talking to her soothingly all the while. When he began kissing the reddened cheeks of her ass, Beth didn't give a damn about anything else. So his soft lips were painted with lipstick and he was a bit odd, she thought, but Jesus H. Christ, were those strange lips ever educated! Beth sighed longingly as Henry kissed every inch of her feverish butt, his tongue flashing over her abused skin and leaving it glistening wetly. When his fingers probed between the cheeks of her ass and pulled them apart, Beth stiffened and held her breath. But the spear of hard cock she'd expected didn't come. She felt his face pressing into her musky gorge. Then his tongue, hot and wet, licked up and down the crack of her ass, making her gasp in pure delight as the tip flickingly teased her sensitive anus.
"Henry! Oh, that's divine, Henry!"
"Henrietta!" he hissed. "Call me Henrietta!"
Though it struck Beth as odd, his wanting to be called Henrietta wasn't at all funny at the moment His educated lips and tongue were nothing to laugh at Beth loved what he was doing to her. Had he asked her to call him Queenie, Beth would gladly have done so as long as he kept licking and tonguing her hot asshole. His tongue shot up her anal canal, bringing a guttural groan from Beth and making her wiggle her tail more snugly over his face.
Across the room, she could see the circle suck breaking up. Glen was seated on the couch with Grace facing him, sitting astride his thighs and bouncing joyously up and down in his lap, sprinkling little kisses all over his face as his cock filled her needy cunt again and again. Beth called to her husband. He turned toward her, a dreamy expression on his face as Grace went on riding his hard pole. His expression changed to one of mild shock as he saw Henrietta kneeling and eating Beth's asshole. Then he grinned at his wife's blissful expression as she blew him a kiss. He pursed his lips as if to throw a kiss back, then turned to Grace again and took one of her floppy tits in each hand to help her jerk her cunt up and down his rod at a faster tempo. Beth shut her eyes to savor the sensation of hot slippery tongue rushing in and out of her anus. God, but it feels good! she marveled. It was so good, in fact, that Beth was actually beginning to long for something more substantial than the lovely tongue.
"Henrietta!" she hissed.
Immediately he pulled his tongue from her butt and drew back his face. "Shall I fuck it now, honey?" "Be gentle with me," she pleaded.
Grinning at the ragged lust in her voice, Henrietta raised his skirt and shoved the head of his prick between the spit-slick cheeks of her undulating ass. When his glans found her puckered opening, he dropped his skirt over her hips and leaned forward. His hands slid around her to hold her tits as he nudged part way into her anus.
"Ohhh .. . oh, what a lovely bottom!" he crooned. "I'll be gentle with you, Beth. You'll enjoy it."
"I enjoyed your tongue," Beth panted, wagging her ass.
"Then you'll love my cock in your sweet hole, darling," he assured her, kissing her neck and cheek and ear as he very gently popped the hot knob of his dick into her quivering body. "There! Does it hurt, honey?" "Good! It hurts good!"
"You little darling," he cooed, slipping three more inches of hard meat up her butt. He squeezed her tits lightly, watching her eyes widen and feeling her shudder with delight. He stopped a moment to let her catch her breath.
"More!" Beth gasped. "More!"
Beth whimpered and sobbed as Henrietta slowly fed the remainder of his stiff organ into her asshole. When she felt smooth nylon press against her buttocks and his hairy balls came firmly into contact with the swollen lips of her hot cunt, she heaved a great sigh of relief. She had it all, and knowing how much cock was planted up her ass thrilled her to the core. She realized ass fucking was all a matter of technique. Where Glen had hurt her at first, Henrietta had made her entire body sing with pleasure.
"How is it, sweetheart?" Henrietta asked. "Was I right? Do you like it?"
"Fuck me," Beth moaned. "I love it... dearly love it! Fuck me, Henrietta. Fuck me hard!"
Beth got exactly what she asked for. As Henrietta rammed away happily in her right, hot asshole, a constant stream of sighs and curses rolled from Beth's trembling lips. She could feel the plump head of his prick thrusting deep inside her. Nothing had ever felt better to her or thrilled her more. She loved being sodomized so thoroughly. She loved the way her anus clung so tightly to the shaft that was jabbing rapid-fire strokes into her depths. Only one thing could have been better than having this cock in her ass, she thought, and that would have been having one in her pussy at the same time.
"Come with me, Henrietta," she said, straightening up to a standing position.
She reached behind her, holding onto his skirted ass and making him walk across the room with her. She went straight for Walt. He got the idea when he saw them coming stiff-legged toward him. The sight brought his cock up to the ready by the time she reached him. Taking his stiff rod in hand, he held it at cunt level and let Beth walk right onto it. Then, putting his arms around both their bodies, Walt leaned backward and toppled them to the floor.
Walt was on the bottom, tensing his strong buttocks to keep his dick stirring in Beth's cunt as Henrietta fucked her butt with long, smooth strokes. Beth loved having two dicks inside her at the same time; she was enjoying it so much, in fact, that she wanted to try for three!
She saw George grinning at her. His meat was only half hard, but it looked mouth-watering to her, just the same. "George! Come here, daddy! Feed me!"
George came over and lay down beside the three writhing bodies, placing his big black pole alongside Beth's face. He cupped her head in his hand and pulled her parted lips to the head of his rod. "There it is, baby. Go at it."
He needn't have bothered to encourage her; Beth greedily took his bulbous glans into her mouth and began licking it wildly. Having a hard male organ in each of her three sensual openings was too much for Beth. As the hot head of George's dick pressed into her throat, Beth began spasming around the ones in her cunt and butt. Her snatch and asshole convulsed rhythmically around the rods within them, making her moan and shudder. It got even better as her winking anus sucked the juice from Henrietta's nuts. It shot deep into her bowels almost at the same instant Walt sprayed her womb with his offering of hot love juice. Sobbing through her nose, Beth forced her throat to take most of George's thick cock. Gurgling, she swallowed rapidly around the massive dick and before she'd finished coming, George rewarded her too. He grabbed her head and pulled her face tight against his belly, shoving the full length of his enormous tool into her, mashing her lips into the coarse hair of his pubis as he emptied his load deep in her gulping throat The eastern horizon was giving birth to Sunday morning when Walt and Jen dropped off Beth and Glen in front of their apartment house. They entered the building holding hands, neither of them speaking as they went up the stairs and down the hall.
"My ass is dragging," Glen said, grinning as he held the door open for Beth.
"Mmm," Beth mumbled. "Mine too. You hungry? God, I'm starved!"
"I could eat a sandwich," Glen said. Then, teasingly, he added, "How about going to bed with me first?"
Beth smiled at him. "Darling, I'm turning you down for the first time. Much as I love fucking, I don't think I'll want any more for at least a week."
They both laughed. "It was a blast, wasn't it?" Glen remarked.
"Jen said she'd arrange a big party next weekend. Said she'd get some sexy movies and we'd get to meet the rest of their group."
Beth fixed sandwiches and milk, which they devoured in almost no time. Beth rinsed the glasses and plates, then they went back to the bedroom. Beth noticed it as soon as she walked into the room-the faint light coming through the window clearly revealed a lump of body size in the center of their bed.
She froze. "Glen," she whispered, "either we're in the wrong apartment or you'd better call the police."
She pointed to the bed just as its occupant sighed sleepily and turned toward them. Glen flipped on the overhead light.
It was a man, holding his arm over his eyes to protect them from the sudden glare of harsh light. "Turn that damned light off! Glen, where the hell have you been with our wife all night? By God, I don't approve of her being out at all hours!"
"Ron!" Beth shrieked.
"Who else?" Ron asked, grinning as he moved his arm. "Arizona agreed with mother so much she up and married again. I'm home to stay this time. Now will you two turn off that damned light and come to bed?"
The sun was well up in the sky when Beth finally fell asleep. Everything was once again perfect in her life. Glen was every bit as happy to have Ron back as she was. She knew she'd be the envy of every woman at the big party next weekend when she arrived with not one but two handsome husbands. But then, she thought just before she dozed off, maybe the three of them wouldn't go to the party, after all. The love and affection they shared was a very rare and lovely thing. It could well last for a lifetime, with none of them ever wanting or needing anyone or anything else.