Chapter 9
"Over here," Jim said, leading Barbara to a large table in the corner of the cafeteria.
"But we don't need this much room."
"I asked the others to join us. As long as I'm visiting, I might as well go all the way."
"A strange choice of words," she said, sitting next to him and spying Sarah and Ward enter the hall. "There they are," she said, waving them over.
"Hi there, people," Ward said. "Man, I'm hungry enough to eat a horse and chase the rider."
"How would you eat the rider?" Jim asked. "Tsk, tsk. How disgusting," Ward said. "Is that all you ever think about."
"Yes, it is."
"Me too. Fun, isn't it?" Ward squeezed Sarah's thigh and kissed her on the cheek.
"I understand you and my woman gave Sarah an unforgettable performance the other day," Jim said.
"Unbelievable is more like it," Ward said.
"I never have my camera on me when I want it," Sarah said. "Now those would have been terrific pictures to show my grandchildren."
"Look," Ward said. "There's Dr. Ridgeman." He motioned for the doctor to join them.
"Why'd you do that?" Barbara asked.
"Yeah," Jim agreed, "now we can't talk openly."
"That's what you think," Sarah said. "Hello, Doctor, pull up a chair."
"Thanks, Sarah. How are all of you today? I don't believe I've met this gentleman."
"Dr. Ridgeman," Ward said, "Jim Strapling."
"How do you do, Jim?"
"Nice to meet you, Doctor."
"Doctor," Ward said, "Jim and Barbara aren't in on our little secret, so perhaps we'd better brief them."
"What's this all about?" Barbara asked.
"Ward and Arthur ... I can tell you that,"
Sarah said. "I mean we are . '. .
"Of course."
"Well, anyway, Ward and Arthur have been doing a little wheeling and dealing. They traded girls."
"You what?"
"Swapped," Ward said. "Changed partners."
"Made a switch," Arthur added.
"You agreed to this?" Barbara asked Sarah.
"Well, not exactly. The situation was rather thrust upon me, if you know what I mean."
"And what about Mrs. Ridgeman?" Barbara inquired.
"I seduced her," Ward said. "And she loved it, Doc, really loved it."
"I'm glad. Variety is the spice of life, you know. Since you slept with her, and I confessed to her what I'd done, sex with her has been even better than before."
"Wasn't she angry with you at all?" Sarah asked.
"Fuming. But in the end, she agreed it had been well worth her while. You seem to have made a lasting impression on her, Ward."
"I'd like to make some more impressions, if it's all the same with you."
"That depends on Sarah."
"Arthur, you know I'd love to snuggle up with you again, you beast." She tapped him affectionately on the knee and he smiled merrily.
"Then it's settled. Why don't you all come over to my house tonight? You too," Arthur said, nodding at Jim and Barbara. "We'll have a grand old time tonight."
"Barb," Jim said questioningly.
"If you want to."
"Of course he wants to," Ward said, "after the description I gave him of Cindy."
"Who's Cindy?" Barbara asked.
"Mrs. Ridgeman to you," Sarah said, "that is unless, you make any plans on your own." She winked at Barbara, but no one else seemed to know what they were talking about.
"How's seven-thirty?" Arthur asked. "Cindy will fix us a late dinner."
"Sounds great," Ward said, planning a meal of his own when it came to Cindy. The taste of her cunt juices still lingered in his memory, one of the more pleasant niceties of life.
The day couldn't go fast enough for the six sex enthusiasts. Patients seemed grumpier than usual, tests had to be done over, schedules were not met. It was, when all was said and hardly done, a bad day.
And to put the crowning touch to the day, Dr. Ridgeman and Barbara couldn't make it to his house on time. The emergencies flowed thick and fast past their doors, and the Doctor needed at least one of the members of his team to assist him.
"Two of you can go. I'll call upstairs and get others to take your place. But I need someone who knows standard procedure and doesn't have to think when I want action. You decide you'll stay."
"I'll stay," Sarah said. "No, I'm the most experienced," Ward said. "So I deserve a rest. You stay, Barbara."
"Thanks a lot."
"Don't mind him honey," Sarah said. "You go on over to the Doctor's house. I'll take care of things here."
"I've hardly done anything all day," Barbara insisted. "I'm staying and that's final."
"Don't argue with her," Ward said, pulling his girl by the arm and dragging her off.
"Come as soon as you can" Sarah called. "And don't forget to bring that friendly doctor with you."
On the way to the Ridgemans' home, Sarah said, "You certainly were acting strange."
"When?"
"Why were you so determined to keep Barbara there? I thought you liked balling her."
"I do, but I want to give Arthur a chance too."
"Now I get it," Sarah said, shaking her head. "You conniving bastard."
"Who me?"
"And just how are they supposed to be alone in that theater?"
"Not there, but when they're through. I'll bet something happens to Barb before we see her again."
"Something good, I hope."
"You should know. You played 'doctor' with him already."
"It'll be good then. But I still say they won't have time."
Ward drove faster than usual, his meat pounding with each thought of the coming orgy. Even without Arthur and Barbara, they could still get a head start. What a night, he thought, pulling up in Dr. Ridgeman's driveway. We'll probably all have to take a day off tomorrow. I hope when this is over, I won't be able to walk, much less work.
Jim and Cindy were waiting for them, having had time to down their first round of Scotch before Sarah and Ward arrived. "Where's Barb?" Jim asked. "And Arthur?" Cindy took their coats. "Had to stay late," Ward said, heading for the bar.
"They'll be here as soon as they can get away," Sarah said.
"I guess we'll just have to start without them," Cindy said, smiling lasciviously.
"That's the spirit," Jim said, giving her a hug.
"I see," said Sarah, "that you two have already gotten better acquainted."
"Just a kiss or two. Stop that, you naughty boy." Cindy slapped Jim's hand, which was sneaking its way up the front of her sweater.
"I don't blame you, Jim," Ward said. "They're small but refreshing."
"Small my ass," Sarah said, coming to Cindy's aid. "Just because you're used to such mammoth jugs..."
"Like yours," Ward said.
"All right, like mine. Well, just because you're used to them, doesn't mean a girl who has a normal, average, everyday American bust line is 'small.'"
"Thank you, Sarah," Cindy said, working on her second Scotch on the rocks. "You're sweet. And so are my titties."
"Watch out," Jim said. "I think Cindy's liquor tolerance is lower than average, no matter what size her tits are."
"Drunk? Me, drunk? Bullshit." She took a swipe at Jim, who ducked and caught her in his big arms. She sighed cozily as he embraced her, and then climbed up to his face and kissed him long and hard.
"I'm not that drunk that I don't know a good thing when I see it. But I haven't seen it." She began rubbing his crotch and Ward and Sarah had to laugh at the scene they were making.
"We're off to a flying start," Ward said, gulping down his drink.
"We're not off to anything. I don't even feel damp down in my panties."
"I can fix that." He grabbed her in his arms and kissed her brutally, swiftly pulling up her blouse and getting under her bra. One by one the nipples rose to meet him, their taut heads straining like babies at their mother's breast. Of course, the situation here was slightly reversed.
Ward felt a tap on the shoulder. "Can we watch?" Jim asked.
"How many have you had?" asked Sarah.
"I'm serious. I wouldn't ask, except that Cindy, well, she wants to, you know."
"No," Ward said, "tell us."
"She told me she gets excited watching other people have sex."
"How would she know that?" Sarah asked.
"Unless she's done it before," Ward said.
"Hey, Cindy," Jim called. "Ward has a point."
"Make him show it to me," she said from a big red chair. "I mean about this voyeurism."
"What's that?"
"You just told me you like to look at people having sex."
"That's voyeurism?"
"Voyeurism. Have you done it before?"
"Sure, oops, I shouldn't have said that."
"Aha," Ward said. "It's confession time." He took Sarah over to Cindy, his hand still up her blouse. Jim followed.
"Now," Ward said, "what were you saying?"
"Nothing." Cindy pressed her lips close together till they whitened. She reached for the glass she thought was sitting on the small table beside the chair.
"Where's my drink?"
"I took it away," Jim said.
"Meanie," she said. Ward found it comic and at the same time erotic to watch this elegant lady lower all her inhibitions in her stoned state.
"You've had enough," Jim said. "We don't want you passing out before the fun starts."
"If I give you another drink," Ward said, "will you tell us about the times you looked at other people having sex?"
"Ward," Sarah protested.
"Don't worry. She won't pass out or anything."
"Deal," Cindy said, holding out her hand. Ward filled it with a small shot of Scotch and waited till the glass was empty.
"It was Arthur," she said, looking sheepishly at the three others standing around her.
"I knew it," Ward said.
"Incredible," Jim said. "Who was he making love to, if you were watching?"
"Himself. I tell him to masturbate for me and I sit in the chair in the bedroom and watch."
"What happens then?" Sarah asked, her eyes fixed on Cindy's legs.
"We both come. I don't even have to touch myself, I just cream in my pants."
"What about Arthur?" Jim asked.
"Oh, he's very sanitary. He has his orgasm into a paper cup. We keep a dispenser by the bed."
Jim, Sarah and Ward could hardly stand up they were laughing so hard. Ward finally managed to ask how many times they went through this strange ritual.
"Only about once a week."
"Do you have regular sex?" Jim asked.
"Of course we do. What kind of people do you think we are?"
"Too much, too much," Jim muttered, wiping the tears of mirth from his eyes.
"Well," Cindy said impatiently, "are you going to do it or not?"
"Sure," Ward said. "We'll do it. Where's the bedroom?"
"Follow me," Cindy said, helped to her feet by Jim. Once in the bedroom, Jim complained that he would have nothing to do, and suggested that Cindy sit on his lap in the chair. That way, he could fuck her while she watched Ward and Sarah. She agreed, and the two show biz novices set to work.
"I feel funny," Sarah said, stripping in front of them. "I mean, I don't mind being watched incidentally when I'm fucking, but this is something else again."
"I think it's far out."
"You would, but do you know what I mean? Cindy's watching to get herself off, and that makes us performers, not just lovers."
"Far out, like I said. A new dimension to sex. Maybe I should start a popcorn concession in the bathroom."
"Cut the shit, and let's get this over with."
"Is that any way to talk to your lover? Something's eating you, and I know what it is," he said as they lay side by side on the bed. Ward began groping for her pussy.
"Yes, Doctor, what's your diagnosis?"
"Cindy."
"What?"
"Cindy. You dig her.
"You're fucked."
"No. Really. And if you do, you should do something about it. There's nothing wrong with it. You'd like fucking her, I bet."
Sarah had a flash of that night with Barbara, and how it would be to do it with Cindy. Yes, that was what she wanted, a fuck with that wonderful woman.
"Let's not discuss it now," she said. "Our public is waiting."
They arranged themselves so that Sarah's furry cunt and ass-hole were in full view of the couple on the chair. Ward's giant cock was primed and ready, lying against both their thighs as Sarah lay on top of him.
Jim heard Cindy breathing heavier as Ward shifted on the bed, his dong groping for fresh cunt meat. Jim's dork, in the meantime, was stiffening rapidly, and he had had the foresight to remove his clothing before they sat down. Now he lifted up Cindy's dress, she had pulled down her panties, and was shoving his prick into her cunt just as Ward touched down in Sarah's pussy.
Cindy's eyes bulged as she saw the prong slide in and out of the juicy love box, making lewd squishing noises as he rubbed her meat with his dork. Cindy began pumping up and down on Jim's prick, impaling herself unwittingly on the huge thing as her excitement increased.
Jim held her tight, grabbing her ass cheeks and helping her writhe on top of him. He felt she really didn't know he was there, but that was all right, let her get her kicks. He at least, was positive something terrific was happening to his cock.
Their communal orgasm was a symphony of wet sounds and heavy grunts. Sarah screamed as Ward shot off in her. She could feel his thick cream bubbling away inside her. This made her jump with glee, creaming his cock as it pounded in her tunnel.
Cindy heard Sarah moan and came instantly. The sight of these new friends of hers nude and having intercourse in her bedroom sent her into a shivering spasm of lustful ecstasy. She was suddenly aware of Jim's dork in her cunt and cried out in surprise as she felt his juices begin to spurt inside her. She held his legs, leaning forward both to increase the pressure of his cock and to get a closer look at the couple on the bed.
"Better?" Jim asked, kissing Cindy on her perspiring cheek.
"Oh, yes. That was great! Thank you both, and you too, Jim."
"You're welcome," Ward said, staring down at Cindy's lovely vagina. He was dying for a lick of that delectable sauce, but it would be impolite for him to just dive in and take it.
Strange as it may seem, Sarah had Ward's expression of lust on her face, and she too, was staring at the exposed cunt of the charming lady. Very demurely, with soft, slinky movements, Sarah walked up to Cindy and took her hand, squeezing it gently and walking with her to the bed.
"Where are we going?" Cindy's voice was far more sober than it had been a few moments before. Orgasms have a tendency to cleanse the system, so to speak, and now Mrs. Ridgeman was more herself.
"To the bed. Ward and I gave you and Jim a show, now it's only fair we do the same for them."
"What are you talking about? I'm not going to do anything with you."
"But Cindy, don't you like me?"
"Of course. But like doesn't mean love."
"You don't have to love me."
"Good, then let go of my arm." Jim and Ward stood by spellbound by this remarkable conversation. Both of them wished that Sarah would win. Watching two girls making love would indeed be a treat.
"I want you, Cindy." Sarah had the woman on the bed, naked, and on her back. The nurse realized that force would be necessary, but as little as possible. Cindy was fighting her, but not as hard as Sarah had expected. Lesbianism is one thing, and Sarah felt for Cindy, knowing what she had felt like the first time she had done it with Barb. But now there was the additional obstacle of having spectators. Even she was a bit embarrassed.
But press on she must, and she did. Sliding on top of Cindy and raining kisses lovingly on the woman's face, Sarah finally got a cunt-hold on her, rubbing her own pussy all over her captive's groin. It felt delicious, the hairs mingling and the juices beginning to mix and Sarah knew that Cindy would have to submit eventually. It just felt too good either of them to stop.
And Cindy, a woman who had always believed in her own self-knowledge, suddenly discovered that night a new facet of her complex personality. Not only was she a loving wife, a devoted voyeurist, but now she was a lesbian, not to mention an adultress. She felt weighed down by all these labels, and as Sarah's attentions grew harder to ignore, she decided to fling them away and simply enjoy the experience.
We're all friends here, she thought, beginning to return Sarah's kisses. And I am attracted to her. She has such a full body, so rich, so smooth. Cindy began kissing lower on Sarah, bussing her neck and sucking at the soft flesh there. Sarah flung her head up to allow her lover to do anything she wished. Cindy was equally if not more enthusiastic now than Sarah, and the nurse tlmost wept with happiness at having succee ' d in her seduction.
Ward had pulled up a chair beside Jim and now the two of them watched eagerly as the foreplay on the bed continued.
"Amazing," Jim said, rubbing his balls anxiously.
"Got an itch?" Ward said.
"They're really getting me hot, I can see where Cindy gets a kick from watching sex."
"It's different, I'll admit that." Ward looked down at his own cock, which had only minutes before been plowing through hot pussy flesh, and was surprised to see it growing back again already.
"Different enough to get you up," Jim said, admiring his friend's massive dork. For a moment, Jim forgot to watch the girls, his eyes were fixed on Ward's penis, watching it throb, grow, become stiff and stand erect. He snapped out of it and returned his attention to the bed.
Cindy had now progressed to Sarah's mighty tits. She was still underneath the nurse, but Sarah was lifting her body up slightly to let Cindy pass. The doctor's wife had moved fairly swiftly from Sarah's face to her breasts, but now she halted, stared into the round firmness of them, and decided to linger a while.
With careful, experimental motions of her tongue, she licked the red tips and brought them to life. Sarah moaned delightedly as Cindy twisted and turned the tips in her mouth, sighing herself with the joy of this new and exciting experience.
She buried her face in the cleavage, blowing playfully into it and feeling the boobs as jelly about her. Sarah laughed and begged her to stop, but Cindy persisted, and in addition began tickling the nipples with her fingertips.
Sarah shouted and struggled, but never once thought about getting off the woman. No, that would be a mistake. She didn't want this dream to suddenly end, and so she let Cindy continue.
When she noticed that Sarah was no longer struggling, Cindy stopped tickling her, because now it was not so much fun. Instead, she clamped down on the right jug with her mouth and began sucking with all her might. The boob was pulled steadily inside Cindy's mouth and the taste thrilled her.
Sarah was also thrilled, cooing and moaning as Cindy slapped the hard tip of her nip with her tongue. And then the moment Sarah had hoped for, was dying for, had arrived. The nurse wasn't sure if Cindy would go through with it, let alone think of it, but now she could feel Cindy continuing her downward journey, pausing momentarily to explore her navel with her tongue.
Oh shit, Sarah thought, she's really going to do it. I never dreamed she would, but now she's going to eat me. I know it. And sure enough, Cindy had slithered almost off the bed. Her legs dangled over the edge, her tummy was flattened completely and her breasts were drawn high up on her chest as she maneuvered into sucking position.
The men heard her mumble something from under the load of vulva that crushed her face. "What did she say?" Ward asked.
"Sounded like, 'never done this before'. "
Jim turned to look at Ward and found him yanking on his own cock. He's masturbating, Jim thought, and right in front of me. Shit, his cock looks good. It's so fat, so long, at least as big as mine.
Wild thoughts raced through Jim's head in his excitement, thoughts he never would have believed himself capable of having. But they were there, unmistakable and real, and he would have to deal with them. He imagined himself reaching over and touching Ward's cock, stroking it gently, then gripping in manfully and yanking on it till it spurted hot cream.
Then he saw himself kneeling in front of his friend, bending over, his mouth wide open and eating the dick, sucking on it and feeling the thick scum shooting into his mouth. What would it taste like, he thought, would I like it? Why am I thinking these things now, of all times? I've never in my whole life had any thoughts of homosexuality, but now it seems quite reasonable, natural with the way things are shaping up in this room.
The girls don't consider it anything more than a friendly gesture, sort of. That's what it could be with Ward and me. We could just try it once, see if we liked it, then go back to our women.
He looked down at Ward's hand and saw that it was gripping tighter at the shaft, tugging harder as Ward saw the girls do their act. The intern was so hot from witnessing the lesbians that when he felt another hand on his cock he thought it was his own. Looking down momentarily to see Jim's big fist grasping his dick, he almost fell out of his chair.
"What the fuck?" He tried to pull away, but Jim was much bigger, much stronger.
"Wait, just wait, please," Jim said, stroking the velvet shaft tenderly. "Let me."
Ward couldn't believe his eyes or ears: What was worse, he couldn't believe that he had stopped struggling and that now he was just looking down, watching this hand that was not his own fondle his scrotum and shaft. Shit, he thought, I hope the girls can't see this.
They couldn't. Sarah had her eyes shut tightly, picturing in her mind Cindy's face as she chomped with gusto on her pussy. And as far as Cindy was concerned, her visual world consisted of pubic hair and soft flesh, that was all. She slurped and rocked under the heaving girl above her, munching hungrily on her fur pie. Cindy's own hips flew rapidly into the air, pulsing with a rhythm that set the men's cocks twanging with desire.
Jim watched his hand work wonders on Ward's cock, pulling down on the shaft and watching the head bulge bright purple. Then he reversed directions, and the velvety knob became a mass of sensitized wrinkles. He beat more rapidly on the dork, anticipating the moment when Ward would shoot hard onto the floor. He imagined the arc of the spunk as it coursed through the air, and suddenly felt that this would be a cruel waste of scum.
Jim got down on the floor, realizing what he had only imagined a few minutes earlier. Ward didn't stop him from bending over the dork, but the intern would not look at Jim. He kept his eyes on the girls, visually excited by their activities, but insane with lust at the thought and feel of Jim's hands on his prick.
Jim worked one hand up and down the rock-hard shaft, and with the other he stroked the balls, cupping them and gauging their weight, rolling them around as Ward's excitement drew them higher up in the sack. Finally, at the peak of his erection, the nuts were up tight against the base of the shaft, and Jim left them to concentrate on the head.
He looked up at Ward, but saw that the intern was watching the bed, gripping tightly onto the arms of the chair and spreading his legs farther apart to accommodate his friend. Jim looked at the thick, rubbery head again and slowly lowered his mouth over it.
Ward winced with joy as he felt his cock enveloped in warm, silky folds. He closed his eyes, unable to even watch Sarah and Cindy. Opening and closing his fists, he made the decision to watch Jim instead of the girls and slowly lowered his head to see the man carefully devouring his cock.
Jim tasted the salty goodness of the huge dork and wondered why he had never tried this before. It was such a unique experience, thrilling and refreshing. He sucked at the shaft that was so thick it forced his mouth wide open. Then he pulled it out till only the head remained inside, twirling his tongue around the tip, sliding it into the slit and sending rivers of red hot thrills through Ward's spine.
In the meantime, Cindy was flailing the air as if an invisible cock were buried in her meaty cunt. She was bringing Sarah dangerously close to an orgasm of monumental proportions, and peaking herself off in the process. Her tongue was fatigued from its strenuous exercise, but pressed on in the interests of sexual satisfaction.
With a heavy thrust inward, Cindy sent shock after passionate shock through Sarah's cunt, unleashing a flood of boiling, surging cream that rolled and spewed out onto Cindy's face. Sarah shook and vibrated with the brunt of the climax, shoving her hips down on Cindy's face and grabbing her tits to appease her supernatural craving for relief.
She plucked furiously at the nipples, hauling them upward and crying like a banshee as her cunt exploded. Cindy shot heavily from her cunt, emptying it of scum. But neither Jim nor Ward saw the event, they were too busy with scum of their own.
Ward shot, time and time again, his eyes shut tight against the fury of-his orgasm, his hands driving Jim's head down hard onto his pumping shaft. Jim swallowed the frothy libation and grunted like an animal at the crude, rude, lewd taste of the thick, milky gism. And then, when the shock waves subsided, they all rested and thought about the new state of affairs they had just magnificently created.