Chapter 10
"Nice night," Arthur said, getting into his car. Barbara was already seated inside, and the doctor noticed, even in the bad light that her skirt was pulled higher than any decent girl would allow. Not that he thought Barbara indecent. On the contrary, she was more than decent, she was superb.
They drove in silence for several minutes, mesmerized by the lights and the signs, the windows opened all the way to cool their passions with a soothing breeze. But that wasn't enough for Barbara. She couldn't wait till they arrived at the Ridgeman residence. She wanted to arrive then and there, or come, to be more to the point.
"Barbara," Arthur said in a paternal tone.
"Yes, daddy?"
"Get back in your seat."
"I am. I'm just a little closer to you. You don't mind, do you?"
"Yes, I do."
"Why?"
"You're making me nervous."
"I can't understand it," she said, pulling her skirt up over her waist. Dr. Ridgeman tried not to look at her, but it was useless. They stopped for a red light and he glanced down to see her thighs and panties enveloped in a hot glow. The light changed and Arthur sped off so fast it looked as if he had been dragging.
"Pull it down," he said.
"All right." She pulled off her panties.
"No, not those. I meant your skirt."
"Too late," she said, taking his right hand off the wheel and placing it in her crotch.
"No," Arthur said, pulling away. They drove under a street lamp and he noticed his fingers glinting dully with the wetness of Barbara's sauce, "Be like that, then." Barbara bent over and put her head in the Doctor's lap.
"I realize you admire me for my medical talent, Miss Thomas, but this is certainly not the time nor the place to show it."
"Don't be funny, Arthur. I know you love it.
"That's hardly the point."
"But it is! I feel it right here." She tweaked his dork and he shuddered violently, almost running them into a tree.
"Stop that!"
"I can't."
"Then I can." They had come to a deserted stretch of road, and Dr. Ridgeman pulled off to the side, turned off the ignition key and faced his assistant.
"It's dangerous out here at night. Do you want something to happen before we reach home?"
"Yes, I want you to come in my mouth."
"Barbara, behave. I can't drive with you pestering me like that."
"Then, let's stay here for a while." She tried to embrace him, but he put her off.
"You're trying my patience. Now promise me there'll be no more foolishness."
"I promise," she sulked.
Dr. Ridgeman started the car and they were off again. After only having traveled about two hundred yards, Barbara quickly went for Arthur's fly, pulling it open and whipping the cock out before he could stop her. The next thing the good Doctor knew, his prick was being plunged avidly into the nurse's mouth.
"Ooh," he moaned. "Please, Barbara don't.
Stop! Don't. Stop."
"Did you say don't stop," she asked, picking her head up and smacking her lips.
"You promised."
"Not to be foolish. This isn't foolish. It's delicious!" She ducked down again and nibbled at the head. The shaft was rigid, pulsing with desire, and Barbara knew she would get what she wanted. His cock soared from his pants like some bizarre flag pole, one that she craved to chew on, munch on, hump on with her lips. She made little sucking noises that prompted Ridgeman to moan and breathe heavily, humping in his seat as the car sped homeward.
His protesting stopped after only a few more sucks, and Barbara had his cock to herself. Mmmmmm, good, she thought, feeling the spongy underneath of his prong, tasting its fleshy goodness, loving the strength that emanated from the sack, the shaft, the throbbing tip.
Ridgeman found it difficult to keep his eyes on the road. His vision blurred with passion as the girl set his groin on fire. The car swerved from side to side occasionally, but he managed to keep it on his side of the road. Luckily, they reached him home before he came, otherwise the results might have been disastrous.
He parked in back of Ward's car, but Barbara wouldn't let him go.
"They know we're here," Arthur said, pulling against Barbara's head. "They must have seen my headlights.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, sucking more vigorously. He tried to shake free, but the determination was missing. He really did want her to finish him off, make him cream no matter what the cost.
"All right, all right," he whispered. "But hurry."
Barbara nodded and Arthur felt his cock thrown from side to side in her mouth, bashing against her teeth and gums with surprising force. There was pain, yes, but far more pleasure as her tongue swirled in large circles about the shaft. He groaned and pushed up against her, forcing her head down on top of him till the head of his dork was approaching her throat.
Barbara whined and tapped him on the side. "What's wrong?" he rasped.
"Too hard," she said when he released her head. "You're pushing down on me too hard."
"Sorry."
"That's all right."
And then back to work. She increased the tempo, and Arthur's hips followed suit, pile-driving into her with a vigor Barbara thought only Jim and Ward could give her. She tasted a drop of pre-come on her tongue and hummed merrily.
Inside, the four lovers were seated in the living room discussing the cunt-throbbing, cock-pulsing experience they had just had.
"I liked it," Ward admitted. "But that doesn't mean I don't want you women anymore."
"That's the way I feel too," Cindy said.
"Didn't I hear a car pull up a few minutes ago," Sarah said, getting to her feet and crossing to the window that overlooked the front lawn.
"We were discussing something more important than whether or not Dr. Ridgeman and Barbara are here," Ward said.
"Cut the shit, would you?" she said, peering through the curtains. "We all know our lesbianism and homosexuality was just for laughs, so why don't we stop making excuses and sounding like we've committed a capital offense."
"Sarah's right," Cindy said, going to the front door. "I think I heard something too."
"Look," Sarah said. "There's his car. I see Dr. Ridgeman, but where's Barbara?"
"And how come he's not getting out of the car," Cindy asked.
"That sounds familiar," Ward said, remembering his college days. "Come on, Jim, let's welcome the newcomers."
"Where are you going?" Sarah demanded.
"Outside, to say hello."
"Oh no you're not."
"Why not?" Jim asked.
"Because you're too perverted for words. I know what you've got in mind."
"We just want to meet the Doctor," Ward insisted.
"Bullshit," Sarah said. "You want to scare the shit out of them, that's all."
"Them?" Cindy asked. "Barbara's out there too," Sarah said. "You mean..."
"That's right. She's blowing him," Jim said.
"My husband?" Cindy seemed to forget why they were all gathered there.
"What did you expect?" Ward asked, then went to her and, to take her mind off Arthur, kissed her on the mouth and felt for her damp quim, diddling the clit till she started humping involuntarily.
"Better?" he asked, after she had creamed all over him.
"Much, thanks. Now let's go out and greet them."
"Not you too?" Sarah said.
"Why not? It'll be fun. Come on."
They crept out the front door, but Sarah stayed behind, refusing to take part in their cruel prank. Crawling on their hands and knees, stark naked, they made their way to the car, Ward and Cindy taking the driver's side, and Jim circling round to the other door.
They listened for a moment through the open windows, listening to the lewd grunts and slurps until they reached a loud, climactic pitch. Then they jumped up and Ward shouted through the window.
He shouted loud and clear:
"BUGGAH, BUGGAH!"
Arthur jumped, his cock clogging Barbara's throat, but he had already started the involuntary thrusts of his orgasm and now spurted weakly into the girl's mouth.
"Fucking bastards," he yelled, watching Jim climb into the front seat and stare at Barbara's exposed ass. That had always driven him wild, and this time was no exception.
Arthur stopped his bantering when he saw Cindy gloating at him through the front windshield. He called her name in surprise and instinctively covered Barbara's head, irrationally thinking that he could somehow bury her like an ostrich. His wife roared with laughter, pushing Ward aside and opening the door on that side, leaning in and kissing Arthur lewdly on the mouth.
Barbara was still sucking the doctor clean, unable to leave him because of her craving for male scum. She gobbled every bit down, good to the last drop, and then started rolling the balls in her mouth. She knew there were people around her, but she kept her head, knowing they were all friends, until she felt herself being roughly grabbed from behind, her ass cheeks spread rudely apart.
It was that old familiar grip. "Jim," she cried, releasing the doctor's balls.
"Hi, baby. Good to see you."
"In here? Do we have to."
"Right now."
Jim took his hard prong and aimed it at the puckered little hole that he loved so well. With a tremendous shove, he rammed his cock into it, splitting Barbara up the middle as he penetrated her anus.
She screamed for that one moment she knew would pass, then smiled to herself as that fulfilled, satisfying feeling crept through her, took charge and made her forget where she was and who she was with. His prick filled her ass with throbbing meat, driven deep inside her like a tremendous anti-shit, but Barbara was practiced in the art of relaxing her muscles to let her lover all the way in.
"What's going on?" Arthur wanted to know, looking down at Barbara whose head was still buried in his lap.
"Uh," Jim said, coming hotly inside her.
"Whatever it was," Ward said, "it just went."
Jim worked himself free and the six of them returned to the house. "It's a good thing you live in such a secluded neighborhood," Jim said, sitting beside Sarah. "The cops would have had a ball if they'd found us like that out in the open."
"Nothing to fear," Arthur said, bending over to kiss Sarah. "Let's just relax and have a pleasant evening."
"We're way ahead of you," Ward said, listening to his stomach grumble. "How about some dinner?"
"Good idea," Jim said, herding Sarah and Cindy into the kitchen.
"What about me?" Barbara asked.
"I'm hungry," Jim said, "not Socrates."
"He doesn't like the way I cook," Barbara said.
"I noticed," said Ward.
Over dinner, the others explained to Barbara and Dr. Ridgeman what had passed between them before their arrival.
"Mostly scum," Ward said, smiling.
"Droll boy never fails to amuse," Sarah said, glowering at him.
"We just changed things around a bit, that's all," Cindy said.
"You mean you and Sarah made love," her husband asked.
"And Jim and Ward," Sarah said. "I wish I had seen that."
"Me too," said Barbara. She winked at Saran and they both laughed.
"What's that all about?" Ward asked.
"Oh," Jim said nonchalantly, as if it were common knowledge, "Barbara and Sarah made love to each other a long time ago."
"How did you..."
"What the..."
"Don't get upset, girls," he said. "We decided there's nothing wrong with it, didn't we?"
"How did you know?" Sarah asked. "I saw you while you thought I was taking a shower."
"But we heard the water running," Barbara said, her face flushed.
"I turned it on, then came back to say something to you, saw what you were up to and went back to take my shower."
"Why didn't you bring it up sooner," Sarah asked.
"No need. I didn't want to embarrass you. But now that everything else is out in the open, it doesn't matter, does it?"
"No, it doesn't," Barbara said, going to her lover and kissing him. "You're wonderful."
"How sweet," Ward said, sliding his hand up Cindy's thigh.
"Hey, what's the big idea," she said. "And at the table, too."
"Just a touch, please."
"Oh, all right."
Ward dipped his hand into her pussy, pushing the lips apart and coming out with a handful of juice. He licked his fingers and grinned broadly.
"He-likes the way I taste," she told the others.
"But," said Ward, smacking his lips, "there shouldn't have been anything there to eat. How come you're so excited?"
He peered around behind her and saw Arthur's hand buried deep in his wife's ass. "Aha," Ward cried, "the culprit!"
"You found me out," Dr. Ridgeman said, wiggling his finger up Cindy's ass crack.
"Ahh, that's good," Cindy said, squirming on his finger and holding the tablecloth tightly.
"I'm stuffed," Jim said.
"So am I," said Cindy.
"I mean I've had enough to eat. What I mean, damn it, is that I don't want anymore food. Let's fuck, okay?"
"Second," Ward said. "The motion carries unanimously. Let's adjourn to the bedroom and start the real order of business."
"Can't I finish?" Cindy asked.
"You mean be finished," Sarah corrected.
"Whatever," the writhing girl said. Arthur pumped in her harder, and knew that it was known to all what he was doing, she began humping violently on top of him, gasping for air.
It was wild.
"Just a minute," she moaned. Her seat was inundated with cream, and Ward was quick to scoop it up, like a bear stumbling upon a huge honey bees' nest
When the meal was finally concluded, the bed became the scene of a wild, unbridled orgy that lasted way into the wee hours of the morning. Time stopped for the lovers, and only the furious beat of their hearts told them of a world that existed outside their own sex-crazed environment.
At first, the fucking was regular and normal. To give their feast a respectable air, the men teamed up with their original mates, squeezing together on the double bed, men on top, women on bottom. There was some cheating as there was bound to be, since they were all in such close, throbbing proximity. Ward fondled Barbara, Barbara titillated Cindy, Arthur felt up Sarah, and so on.....
After that all heaven broke loose, and soon the bedroom seemed to float in a sea of come. Every hole in every body was penetrated by something, a prick, a clit, a finger, a nose, anything that would fit. In the end, the six of them lay in a confused heap on the bed, a pile of exhausted flesh and bones that spoke occasionally.
"Shit," came a voice from the bottom of the pile.
"That you, Jim?"
"I think so. Barb?"
"What?"
"You okay?"
"Something's stuck in my ass."
"Sorry," Arthur said, "that's my finger."
"Listen everybody," said Ward. "There's a new batch of interns and student nurses coming over to North Island from the University tomorrow. Fresh meat!"
"I'd forgotten completely about that," Dr. Ridgeman said.
"I can't wait for tomorrow," Sarah said.
"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow," Ward said dreamily, his cock already beginning to stiffen.
It only took about a week for Ward to feel it stiffening in the hand of a leggy student nurse named Caroline. The hospital's regular teams of swappers had little difficulty in luring the fresh meat into their intimate and juiced-up circle.
They were fortunate. They lured two student nurses and two young interns into the circle, keeping the copulating sides even. There was Caroline, tall, black-haired, heavy-titted, and outrageous. There was Joan, small and frail, a humanitarian young girl whose compassionate heart led her to satisfy the horny needs of anyone she came into contact with.
There was Richard, a tall skinny guy who had a cock equally tall and skinny. There was Paul, a stocky character, former football jock, with a heavy-hanging set of balls and an egocentric libido that had no bounds. All in all, the four new members were full of ripe beans and juices, and they pumped a lot of heated spirit into the already flaming circle.
Ward was the first to score, the first to wiggle a hand up a student nurse's dress in a lonely corridor. Talking smoothly, confidently, he filled Caroline in on the hospital's extracurricular activities, found her excited by the news, and soon filled her in the cunt.
Another week passed, after the new four agreed, before the whole sheebang met in Ward's apartment. The whole heated group was filled with eager anticipation. There were new bodies to explore, new methods to learn, new come to flow.
"Well," Ward smiled, "what do you say we all just strip and get down to business? There's no sense beating around the bush about this, is there?"
"If you're beating around my bush there is,"
Caroline smiled seductively.
She knew that Ward was her man, at least for the first go-around. She eyed him as he dropped his pants, while she herself was slipping out of her skirt. Barbara was quickly selected by the super-libidinous Paul. He stepped over to help her undress. Joan fell into the anxious hands of Dr. Ridgeman, getting her breasts massaged before she even got out of her panties.
Richard was soon slapping his long skinny prick across the fleshy buttocks of Sarah. All the eager participants were excited not only by their own personal actions, but the startling sight of the others' activities. With the four new members, a strange vibration permeated the living room.
They were practically total strangers, and yet there they were, stripping without hesitation, and falling into arms and wrapping legs, joining hot, urgent genitals, and letting their thrilled gasps be heard by one and all. The living room floor filled with writhing, copulating bodies.
Ward was lying at Caroline's side fingering her pussy with one hand and manipulating her nipples with the other. Caroline's large, round, mushy breasts rolled under the intermittent massages of Ward's hand, and her clit popped anxiously under his flicking fingertips.
"This is really weird," she said.
"Don't pay any attention to the others," Ward said. "Just feel what's being done to you."
"The way you're feeling what's being done to you?"
"Ahhhh, yeah," Ward sighed, feeling Caroline's fingers tickling under his scrotum.
His prick towered in her hand, getting beaten against his belly before it was stroked methodically, rhythmically, with great expertise. Caroline was no stranger to cock massaging. She rolled onto her back when she was ready to have it enter her. She looked up at Ward with her immense brown eyes, holding him in a stare as he mounted her and plunged into her warm, wet depths.
Barbara was giving head to egocentric Paul, knowing he would have to be satisfied that way before she would get what she wanted. His great rigid dick rammed up in her mouth. Her lips closed around it, her hand held it tightly at the root, squeezing, twisting, making the bulbous red head swirl over her protruding tongue.
The long skinny cock belonging to Richard had slapped across Sarah's buttocks long enough. It squeezed through the fat cheeks and wedged up the dripping pussy from the rear. Sarah was on her knees and elbows, with her ass raised eagerly for Richard's powerful thrusts.
Dr. Ridgeman was getting his too, lying on his back and letting energetic young Joan pump up and down on top of his lance-like organ. He put his hands on her bouncing ass and pulled her down on his meat hard. He arched his back and rammed up to meet her downward drives.
Ward and Caroline were the first to get going, and the first to start taking off. The other couples increased their own urgent paces when they heard the ecstatic moans and groans coming from the fast-fucking couple.
"You really know how to do it!" Caroline gasped.
Ward plowed up her with a force she had previously thought impossible. She felt his tumescent cock thumping at the back wall of her vagina, as though it was about to race up her belly and enter her very throat. She gurgled deeply, huskily, and clawed at Ward's strong back.
"I think I'm coming!" she gasped suddenly.
Ward pounded out a rhythm that would send her flying in the clouds. She writhed beneath his beating body and locked her legs around his pumping ass. Her legs hopped up and down in the heat of the fuck and she jammed her cunt up to meet Ward's sensational thrusts.
"Yes! I'm coming!"
"Then come, dammit!" Paul called out from the other side of the room.
"Paul, that's not nice," Barbara mumbled, with his cock rolling across her gums.
Paul groaned from the pleasure she was giving him.
"Well if she's going to come, she should come, not lie there and talk about it," he said. "You give fantastic head, by the way."
Barbara popped the prick out, licked her lips, and slipped her hand down the hard slippery shaft.
"I think I've given about enough head," she said. "Why don't we go to bed? In Ward's bedroom, where you can really lay it on me!"
She panted with eager anticipation as Paul got up and hoisted her into his arms. He trotted rapidly into the bedroom with her, leaping over prone and churning bodies. He flung her on Ward's bed and piled down on top of her. She grabbed his cock and pulled it to her hot twat immediately.
"Give it to me!" she moaned. "Give it to me hard!"
"You're getting it hard all right!"
Paul rammed all the way up her with one swift thrust, and began driving like a lunatic without delay. Barbara squealed from the filled feel. Paul's fantastic instrument opened her like a scalpel and plowed through her mushy insides like a prodding pile-driver.
"Dammit, Paul!" Barbara gasped, "you're killing me with that thing!"
Paul flailed on, knowing that the pussy-killing of Barbara was the mind-thrilling of Barbara. She loved it and begged for more, begged him to drive it in deeper, heave it up her harder. She screamed, Paul creamed, she came, they flopped on the bed in ecstatic unison, wallowing in their spent genital juices.