Chapter 11
A number of changes had been made in the sprawling basement recreation room of Pete and Lori Seaver's big house. All the changes were a result of the weekend they had spent at their cabin with John and Roz Alston. There had been a lot of talking, that weekend, once the two women had recovered from their sexually brought on collapse into unconsciousness-and a lot more sex, for they had decided to continue what they had begun.
The relationship continued afterward, too. Hence the changes in the Seaver rec room.
The huge kingsize bed, a hard mattress on a box spring, without frame and thus low to the floor, was supposedly for the kids. That's what Pete and Lori told other friends, anyhow. The exercise mat was for Lori, they said. As for the very low, well-padded tables covered with leather the Seavers had had custom made- those were for seating at parties, naturally.
The real purpose of one of the low, so luxuriously padded and covered tables was being demonstrated right now by a not-quite naked Roz Alston. She wore a black bra with the tips out, so that her nipples speared through and she wore handsome high boots-and nothing else. Unless one counted the black blindfold. Roz had found that she loved being blind during these meetings of the two couples. That way she could concentrate on feeling, hearing, with no possibility of distractions.
Kneeling on the foot-high table just now, Roz was feeling two cocks.
Behind her, between the booted calves of her kneeling legs, stood Pete Seaver. His erect cock was buried between the booted woman's rounded hind cheeks. According to the rules, he did not move,-though he did shiver now and again, for her asshole around his thickly tumescent dick felt very good indeed, all warm and tight. And every now and again clever Roz gave it a little extra squeeze with muscles she had learned to control nearly as well as those of her fingers.
Standing before her, facing Pete and grinning at him, was Roz's husband.
In one warm hand-she held his balls, lovingly cupped. She was not sucking his cock, or face fucking it. She only licked, over and over, every inch and every micro millimeter of it. She had been doing so for six minutes and the naked man was beginning to moan.
Roz's other arm went through his legs, so that she could fondle Lori's tits.
Lori knelt on another of the specially made benches or low tables. Her face was also pressed close to the quivering man; she was licking his rearward crack and tonguing the tight little coil of his anus. She had just begun, for she had first performed the identical service to her husband's asshole. This was nicer; this way she got her breasts toyed with.
Lori wore black mesh stockings held up by a garter belt of black satin edged with lace. The contrast was beautiful, with her skin additionally set off by her trimmed patch of jet pubic hair.
The Seaver children, of course, were long since abed and the door that opened onto the steps down to the family room was locked from this side. The intercom, which connected with every other room of the house, was open so that any untoward sounds from the children would be heard by their parents and guests. Their noises, on the other hand, would be heard by no one save themselves. The four orgiasts were very careful about this. Their preparations were akin to a pilot's preflight checking drill, though not quite so complicated.
"I-can't tell you how bad I want to move!" Pete said, shakily.
John grinned. "Three minutes more, man. Then we can both do something to alleviate this torture."
Lori's tongue left his anus and her fingers tweaked his balls from behind. "Torture! Well I like that! Here your two sex-slaves are busily arousing both of you as few men are aroused and you call it torture. What about us?"
Grinning, John reached back, found her face and thrust a thumb into her mouth. Instantly she began a salacious suction, meanwhile rearing into an erect kneeling posture.
That proved rewarding; as she'd expected, he soon slid his thumb from her mouth and let his hand ease down to her breasts. She made purring sounds while he caressed and pressed them.
"All right then, woman, two and a half more minutes and we'll do something to alleviate your torture, too!"
"That's better," she purred throatily and rose to rub her cunt on his hand. He had never looked around. He was not supposed to. Tonight's scenario had been written out by Pete and he liked them to follow the "rules" exactly. In this case, it was harder for him than for anyone. His cock wanted very much to fuck the ass in which it was lovingly and claspingly gripped.
"I'm happy," Roz said quietly.
Both men chuckled and John made his dick flex in her mouth. "No wonder," Lori snapped. "You've got everything a girl would want-two cocks inside you!"
"She's only licking mine," John pointed out.
"She'd better be. Sucking is off limits."
"Darling," Pete said quietly, "isn't there something you're supposed to be contributing to our game aside from chatter?"
"Yassuh, boss," she said, with a smile in her voice and she knelt down again to begin riding her tongue up and down and around in the warm, saliva-wet crease between the other man's small, closely set buttocks.
"Ah... Christ, thank God!" Pete next said. "It's time-the ten minutes of this torment are over! God-I've had this hard-on for thirty-five minutes now and I'm about to blow the top of my head off."
With a secret smile, Roz deliberately pushed strongly back, engorging her rectum on his cock-then pulled forward to slide her mouth over her husband's. Both men groaned and John trembled back a little so that Lori inadvertently gave him an assful of tongue. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, squeezing his buttocks.
Then the four of them crossed the carpet-tiled floor to the low, huge bed supposedly there for the two junior Seavers to play on. It was not, of course; it was for their parents. To play on.
The men happily watched as the two women met in the center of the great bed. They exchanged a long soulful kiss, pressing and rubbing their breasts together while running fondling hands each over the other's body. Gently and slowly, they went down into a low kneel-and then stretched out, their heads in opposite directions but facing.
With pure delight that pleased all four of them, the officially named "Cabin Orgiasts Association," the two women began kissing and softly licking each other's nicely clipped but unshaven cunts. Clever movements of their legs gave their breasts nice attention, too, while from where he stood Pete could see Lori's hand, two of her fingers out of sight deep within Roz's anal cleavage and John watched his own wife's hand fondling the other woman's pretty hind cheeks.
The men moved in. Pete stretched out behind Roz.
With the greatest of ease, he slid his cock back into her welcoming anus. While his wife fondled his balls, they all heard Rosalind's long sigh- into the other woman's cunt.
Then Roz's cunt-lapping tongue was pressed by a new arrival, for John was stretched behind Lori and she had lifted her upper leg to facilitate his sliding his fierce hard-on into her juicy vagina. Her sigh and his rose together, quivered together on the air.
Both men reached around, John to grasp a handful of breasts, Pete to begin fondling and tweaking the lavender-dyed nipples thrusting out of Roz's tipless bra.
Slowly at first, they began to move.
Each movement of the man behind her pressed each woman's face into the soft, furry girl-flesh she licked. Lori grunted when Roz's entire nose slid into the upper seam of her vagina, which was now cock-filled. The sudden clamping of her cunt sent a terrific thrill through the man behind her, like co-mingled fire and ice that made John Alston gasp and gouge up hard into that wetly clasping pocket of flesh.
He began moving a bit more urgently, fucking his friend's wife from behind.
Already Pete was hunching faster, sending his sensation-assaulted cock deeply and rapidly in and out of the other woman's humid asshole.
How he loved this! How wonderful ass fucking was for Pete Seaver! How great it was that Roz liked it too, a lot, since Lori wasn't too crazy, even yet, about taking a big thick male organ up her back passage. Knowing his movements were plastering Roz's cunt against his wife's face, he pumped in and out to create a mounting pressure and sensual awareness in the surging, wincing circle of her stretching entry, where the greatest sensitivity was. Pete and Roz were connoisseurs after so much experience, buggery experts. They knew that it was just within her anus that she was the most sensitive and he tried hard to remember-though what he loved best was to drive in as deeply as he could go, so that the entire length of his erection was caressed and squeezed by her rectal passage way.
Nicely and plushly upholstered feminine rear cheeks padded the other man's strokes, too, though his sluicing erection was encased in squirming wet cunt, not rectum.
His lower torso and groin thumped into the cushiony flesh of Lori's opulent ass with every drive he made into her pussy from behind. His hairy chest, glistening with sweat, scrubbed the smooth expanse of her bare back.
Convulsive lunges sent him deep. The hard muscular extension of his groin prodded its big glans far along the woman's flooded cunt tunnel, challenging its walls, rearranging every inner tissue. Each fierce thrust flattened her buttocks, which then seemed to rebound, aiding his out-strokes by seeming to push firmly back against him.
Her tongue dug into the other woman's fleshy pussy and withdrew partially to play sexily over its excitingly splayed lips.
An equally pleasing female tongue slicked about over her cunt, too, swiping over its thickly pouting labes and touching too the darling familiar prick that splayed them open and held them in that large circle.
The thumps of Pete's groin against her ass as he fucked in between its cheeks drove Roz's face into that mushy pussy and its distended plug; the impacts of John's loins against the other woman's buttocks similarly crushed her face into his wife's empty vaginal channel.
Intensely pleasured by gliding cock, each women sighed and moaned and strove to increase the other's pleasure.
John caught the scent of passion-wild cunt. Make that plural, cunts.
Grinning happily, he fucked his friend's wife right through a quivering, jerking orgasm. And he kept on fucking. Jerking and whipping on the fulcrum of his hip, his body whipped the cushiony pads of her buttocks. He ground in strongly, feeling himself spiraling steadily to steeply soaring heights of carnal joy. Lust swept over him like an irresistible tidal wave and he tried to saw the twitching, whining, back-hunching woman in half.
Without slowing his fucking movements he slid a hand around her to her naked tits. When he worked his fingers between them as she lay on her side, he found great heat and the wetness of sweat in their close-pressed contact. His strong fingers twirled over the tightly crinkled pink crests in deliberate teasing strokes. He felt her shiver in response.
He hand-clamped her breasts, both of them.
His loins swung back and forth, shagging her deeply. His hands smoothed over her sweat-wet, well-fleshed tits, caressed the tender curves and slid out again to their rosebud tips.
She sighed and her body quaked. Her cunt parted and leaked its thick, rich discharge over his entrenched cock-and the other woman's mouth. Smiling, fucking well in, he redoubled his attentions to her titties. His fingers worked the jutting nipples teasingly.
Her cunt thoroughly lubricated the lunging organ with its abundant secretions. Cock slopped them in and out and tongue lapped them up. The viscous fluid coated his dick so that he fucked her with incessant sucking and slurping noises.
She liked that. It was just sublimely lewd!
So was this little orgy, this lovely coupling of the four of them. It added so much excitement-extra excitement-to sex!
Her ripely bold tits jiggled wildly against his hand and broke out in a new hot sheen of sweat. Spearing her tongue into another woman's hot wet pussy, she took cock in her own and loved the entire commingled sensation. The pulsingly vibrant brunette's whole body jerked and twitched. She loved the sensation of being so deeply and thoroughly fucked by that throbbing big thick truncheon, while playing the lesbian game at the same time.
The man behind her was making grunting noises, like a hard-fucking animal. Writhing, humping, he was totally caught up in a sustained and awesome rut. It was not desire, not merely want; this was need. The strong, constant movements of his hips kept his cock moving, plowing deeply up the clinging hot tunnel of her passion-wracked body.
The other man was hunching just as madly and furiously. He pummeled Roz's outpoked cheeks, forcing his cock's huge knob deeper into her ass with every frenetic thrust. An edacious pleasure glinted in his eyes as he rocked her perfectly shaped body. He stroked strongly in, reaming ass, gasping with his virile exertions, loving it and yet wanting to come, needing to come, practically praying for climax. His heaving bone plunged in and out of her gloving asshole as though it were a cunt, stretching his friend's wife's little anal hallway more and more so that his massive erection flowed back and forth with increasing ease.
He felt her pop off another orgasm. He knew she had already come twice. He had felt those climaxes, too. His wife, he knew, was licking her empty pussy while he fucked her full asshole and pounded its full-blown cheeks. Wonderful. He loved the doing of it and the thought of it. He wished he could shove his cock right on through her anus and rectum and into her cunt and out and into his wife's wet lesbianizing mouth and down her gullet.
The thought sent a great shudder through him and he grasped her tightly to ass-whip her with a series of swift hard lunges that made him gasp-and that brought him off.
She heard his one last gasp as with a jerk his cock vomited a fiery jet of sperm into the depths of her ass. Lori's juicy pussy swallowed her squeal of happiness as her bowels received his seminal tribute. She felt his cock swollen a bit larger. She felt the first steamy warm jet and the next and the next. Cascades of white-hot cum up her asshole were like roiling, hot lava that bubbled toward her bowels.
She bore down then, to ass-squeeze the last of his sperm up her rectum. And she grasped both Lori's tits in her hands, clamping, feeling John's hairy hand, while she crammed her pussy into the other woman's face so that she smeared it with spurting fluids.
Behind her Pete sagged and lay still but for his panting, his cock limpening a little in her inundated anus but not seeming to shrink a whit in the ever-snug confines of that muscular tunnel. Only the movements of the others moved him, with constant little jolts that John's rutting body transferred to Lori's, which passed them on to Roz and thence to the gasping Pete behind her.
Knowing that his wife would have a slight case of the runs tomorrow and the most minor of discomforts when she relieved herself, a reminder of tonight's activities, John decided to let Lori join her. He'd give her a semen enema, too.
The exciting thought was swiftly transformed to action.
He pulled his rutting hugely swollen dick out of her cunt.
He pushed it into her ass. Wet as his cock was, relaxed as the woman was, the big red head of his bone easily breached her anus and glided on it. She let out a cry of surprise, most of which was lost in the wet interior of Roz's body. He hung tightly to her, hip and breast and gently sank his cock all the way down her rectal throat, then pulled out, went all the way in again, pulled out and began a swift hard jolting buggerfuck.
He shot off into her in less than a minute and it was so good that he let out a yell he stilled only by pressing his open mouth down onto her upper arm. She pushed back against him, jiggling-and with the aid of his orgasm and Roz's tongue, Lori managed another climax herself.
No one moved from that great bed until both men had watched each woman suck and tongue his sperm from the other's ass. Without hesitation then each man kissed those cunt-sucking, ass-licking, semen-drinking mouths and a drowsy hour passed before John and Roz dragged themselves to their feet, dressed, kissed their hosts and fellow orgiasts good night and departed.
"You've come a long, long way, baby," Roz muttered as she entered the bedroom of her own home less than an hour later.
"Hmm?" John was already in bed, playing with what had astonished him by quickly becoming a swollen new erection. "What'd you say, sweetheart?"
"I was talking, believe it or not, to myself."
"Wigging out, 'swhat you are. Can't take all this sex."
She laughed. "That's what I was thinking about. All this sex. I mean-not being able to take it, lover-man. Oh no. What I just mumbled was that dummy phrase from the cigarette peddlers, 'You've come a long way, baby.' I put in an extra 'long' or two."
"You have indeed. For a rip-roaring lesbian, I mean," her husband said, with a chuckle.
She bounced onto the bed on her knees and gouged a thumb into his side. "Another crack like that and this thumb goes in your eye, Mister."
"There's an obvious answer to that," he said, fondling one jiggly titty.
"Hey, look what I found!" She shooed his hand away and wrapped her own around his long thick cock. "OK, I'll bite."
"Not that!!"
She chuckled. "No no, this I'll kiss. There. No, I mean what's the obvious remark you could make about my thumb?"
"Sit on it."
Laughing, she fell on him, kissed him.
The kiss lengthened, grew more passionate.
She slid down his body, her breasts catching on his chest and flattening, stretching along in her wake. Then she nestled down to his cock and began nuzzling and licking it.
"Mind if I amuse myself with this for a while?"
"Not at all. Mind if I drag it away from your face and fuck your pretty jiggly titties with it?"
"No I-fuck my... John! Another new way! How exciting!"
"Oh sweetheart, oh my darling ex-lesbian wife-there are lots of things we haven't done... you've got a long, long way to go, baby."
"Take me there, baby," she said and began sucking his cock.