Chapter 5
The restaurant the girls chose to have dinner at was loaded with atmosphere. It was a dark little Italian place with small round tables covered with red and white checkered cloths. Barbara made sure they were seated in the most remote corner of the restaurant, and then let the men take her coat.
"Nice place," Jim said, sitting between the two girls. He faced Ward.
"Yeah," the other man said. "Who picked it out?"
"We both did," Sarah said.
"You two have gotten pretty chummy since you met," Jim said, breaking a breadstick in two and devouring it.
"Why not? We have a lot in common," Barbara said.
"Certainly," Sarah added. "We both like the same men, and our men like the same women."
Jim shopped chewing and stared at Barbara, then at Sarah. His eyes lit up, showing even in the dimly lit room.
"What's this all about?" he inquired.
"Isn't it obvious?" Barbara said. "We've just decided to stop beating around the bush."
"What bush is that?" Ward asked.
"The bush around your cock," Sarah whispered.
"Sarah," Ward said, "we're in mixed company."
"The more mixed, the better," her friend said.
"I don't know about you, Ward, but I need a drink."
Jim called the waiter over and ordered a double martini, extra dry. Ward made it four of them and they continued their conversation.
"Now," Ward said, "Let me get this straight. Are you intimating that you want a switch?"
"Nothing permanent, you understand," Barbara said. "Just for a night or two. We could all stay together in the same place."
"No," Jim said emphatically, shaking his head. "Out of the question."
"There's one in every crowd," Barbara said.
"I think there may be two," Ward said, remembering his vow to Jim.
"Ward," Sarah complained. "I think you'd be the last one to put it down. This is your big chance to get into Barbara's pants.
Jim was obviously hurt by her choice of words, and Ward saw his pained look.
"You heard what Jim said. It's no good. Neither of us wants it. Get it?"
"No, I don't get it," Sarah said. "Why the sudden change?"
"I have my reasons."
"He doesn't like me anymore," Barbara said, pouting.
"Cut it out, will you," Jim said. "You're making fools of yourselves."
"Easy, Jim," Ward said. "It was only a suggestion."
"And a dirty one."
"Oh, so that's it," Barbara said. "Jim's too moral for the rest of us."
"Call me what you want. I still say we have no business messing around like that."
"Can I ask you a question?" Sarah said.
"Sure."
"Do you want to go to bed with me?"
Jim sat silent for a second, and then admitted that he would like it very much.
"Then why won't you agree to a swap?" Barbara asked.
"You know damn well why."
"No I don't. Tell me."
"I'm jealous, that's why. I want to keep you all to myself. Is there anything so terrible about that?"
"You're sweet," Barbara said. "I've always known you were, but why don't you give in to your desires, just once?"
"What do you think I'm doing? My desire is to have you, be with you."
"What about Sarah?"
"She has nothing to do with our relationship, no offense," he said, nodding at the girl.
"But she does, and she will. She wants you, too. You can't ignore that."
"I'm not trying to. I just think everything would work out better if we left well enough alone. We could all end up hating each other."
"Jim's got a point," Ward said.
"How could I hate a man with an eleven-inch cock?" Barbara said.
"I see my beans have been spilt," Ward said.
"And mine," said Jim.
"Don't tell me we're twins?"
"I guess the girls would know."
"We've compared notes," Sarah said.
"But we'd like to make a detailed study," Barbara added.
"I've told you how I feel about that already," said Jim.
"Darling," Barbara said, "why don't you have a few more drinks, like a dozen?"
"A little alcohol in my blood isn't going to change my mind about this."
"It's worth a try," Sarah said, pushing his drink toward him.
Most of the conversation during dinner had to do with the lengths of the men's cocks and how much the girls would like to trade places to see if there was any difference.
Jim and Ward really couldn't fathom why they were so persistent, but the latter was certainly more interested than his friend.
By the time they were on their way back to Ward's for after-dinner drinks, the intern had a hard-on that made the girls' eyes bulge with lust.
"I'd sure like to get my hands on that," Barbara said, as she watched Ward get out of the car and walk to his front door.
"Oh shit," Ward whispered to himself. "I'd love you to."
"What was that, honey?"
"Nothing, Sarah. I thought I lost my key. Here it is."
He opened the door and watched them file past. Sarah looked exceptionally beautiful tonight, her breasts full and round, bulging out of her low-cut dress. He knew she had worked so hard to make herself sexy not to impress him, but Jim. Ward didn't mind. He also realized Barbara looked terrific just for him.
"I like your dress," he said as she brushed past him.
"Mmmmm," was all she moaned, a deep and throaty affair that made Ward's cock jerk with lust. Then she just touched it with her hand, giving it a squeeze, but acting like she had done nothing.
Ward groaned, following her inside, walking made difficult for him because of the protrusion stretching his pants. Jim gave his pal's hard-on a glance as they arranged themselves in the living room, and he didn't look too happy about it. After all, it was meant for his girl.
Jim thought about Ward putting that swollen love stick into Barbara's cunt and he shivered with jealousy. He wasn't mad at Ward or even Barbara, it was just a situation he'd rather avoid.
Ward and Sarah sat on the couch, and the other couple took chairs across from them. They sat silently for a moment, just watching each other, watching Ward's erection maintain its rigid beauty. Finally, Sarah broke the silence.
"How do you keep it hard so long."
"Wise ass," Ward said.
"No, really," his girl said. "I mean, it must be close to half an hour by now, and no one's even touched you."
"Would you like me to go take a cold shower?"
"Only if I can go with you," Barbara said. "Aren't you getting bored with this by now?" Jim asked everyone.
"How can I be bored with something I haven't tried?" his girl replied.
"What we need here is a change of pace," Sarah said.
"You've been suggesting that all evening," Ward said.
"No, I mean the way we're arranged," she replied. "Darling, you go sit in Jim's chair and Jim, you come sit next to me."
"I don't think I should."
"No will power," Sarah said.
"It's not that."
"Then what?" Barbara asked.
"Then nothing," Jim said, pissed by the whole state of affairs.
He rose and crossed to the couch, nodding at Ward as they switched places. Well, here I am, he thought, shutting their voices out and glancing at Sarah's huge shelf composed of breast meat. He sighed and wondered about the whole thing. Man, I'd like to get into her pants, but I just can't see Ward going to bed with my woman.
He looked at Sarah again and saw that her skirt had ridden up until he could almost see the delicate curve of her ass. That was when the first twitch in his groin struck.
He cringed with fear as he felt his own mighty meat begin to pulse. He was more embarrassed than anything else. What if they see she's making me hard? Shit, I've got to get it down. Down, down I say!
But it was no use. Jim's cock was increasing in size, bulging beneath his pants like a giant worm. like all men faced with this disturbing situation, he crossed his legs, and like all men with cocks that size, it failed to do any good.
"Hey, wake up," Sarah said, tapping him on the shoulder. "We must really be boring you."
"I'm sorry. What were you saying?"
"I said, I'm going into the kitchen to fix us some drinks. Would you like to give me a hand?"
This was his escape route. Before his cock got hard as a rock, he agreed to help her and bolted for the kitchen door.
"Looks like Jim may have changed his mind," Barbara said, getting up and lying down on the couch.
"Taking a nap?" Ward said.
"Just waiting for you."
He went to the couch and kneeled by her side, looking down into those exotic eyes.
"I'm sure Sarah will keep him busy in there for quite a while," she said. "Come sit beside me.
Her words were like a drug, intoxicating him, lifting him up and setting him down again on the long couch, his ass touching her waist.
Barbara took hold of Ward's pants and rubbed his crotch, feeling the strength of his hard-on and anticipating the rise of her nipples as her excitement increased. She stroked the shaft lovingly, taking her time and going from the tip to the root as the cock lay flat up against Ward's stomach.
The man sat there quietly, his dork straining the seams of his clothing, hoping she would take it out of his pants. He certainly wasn't able to do it. He was immobile, frozen by her attention. But Barbara moved swiftly now, jacking him harder and harder until his hips moved along the couch, dying for more.
Ward knew what he was letting her do, and yet he couldn't help himself. He only hoped Sarah would keep Jim in the kitchen longer so that this wildcat could finish him off, make him come in her mouth, come anywhere as long as it happened.
"Barbara, please," he managed to say.
"What, my beautiful man?"
"Unzip me. Take it out. Look at it, touch it. But do something to get me off." Barbara wanted to please him, was dying to see the huge, swollen dick, but she couldn't pull it out of his pants. There just wasn't enough time.
"No baby, later."
"Now, Barb, now!"
"I can't."
"You must. Feel it. It'll break in two if you don't finish what you started. It'll be your fault."
"I know, honey, but I just can't. I want to, but-"
"Ohh," Ward moaned as the tip of his muscular meatus pressed over and above the underside of his belt.
Both of them could see the bulge in Ward's shirt where the prick was now lodged, still growing, still getting stronger.
Barbara couldn't stop her rubbing. She had to feel it, was dying to touch it, but this was the best she could manage. They would be out of here any minute, she was sure of it. Jim would never let Sarah do this to her. Or would he?
Sarah was leaning up against the kitchen sink, sticking her butt out to get Jim's gander up, among other things. The big man was standing in back of her, watching the line made by her mini and the pert young thighs just below it.
"What are you thinking?" Sarah asked, washing some glasses out for the drinks.
"About your ass and thighs."
"Good."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"At least you're on the right track. Now just follow it around and what have you got?"
She stuck her ass out more and the skirt went up higher. Shit, Jim said to himself, she's not wearing any panties. He could see her thick lips hanging way down, covered with a thick rug of hair. It was wet. Her cunt was dripping wet.
"What have you been thinking about?" he asked, straightening out his cock in his pants.
"Three guesses and the first two don't count."
"Me."
"You win, but not just you. Your cock."
"I know."
He started to reach forward, to put his hand up against that damp mass of fun, but then he stopped, thinking about his girl and what she would think. I'll tell you what she would think, he told himself, she'd say go right ahead, be my guest. Just let me get on top of Ward's cock.
Well, here it is, Jim. A ripe, juicy pussy, and it's yours. All you have to do is reach out and grab it. Jim thought about how this incident would look to him thirty years from now. He'd be sitting with his wife and kids, talking about the good old days, the days when he turned down one of the most beautiful women in the world, just because of his current girl friend. Will I even be married to Barb? Probably not. Then this really will have been a wasted moment.
Jim made up his mind. He touched the fur pie with his right index finger and watched Sarah quiver with delight. He spread the lips apart and peered into that dark hole, watching the liquid pour from it in a thin but steady stream.
"Oh Jim, darling, that's nice."
"Shh, they'll hear us."
"I don't care."
She spread her legs, putting the glass she was holding back down in the sink.
"This is what I've been waiting for. Do it to me.
That's exactly what Jim did. He poked a finger straight up her cunt and felt it burn with the sizzling juices that boiled there. He started fucking the girl with his finger, taking long, fast strokes in and out of her hot box, glancing back over his shoulder every now and then to make sure no one was approaching the kitchen door.
Back in the living room, Ward was insane with passion. Barbara had still failed to unzip him and now he knew he would have to get his ass in gear.
"Look out," he said, pushing her hand away from his crotch and flinging his pants open.
The red bruiser was still ensnared in his underpants, but Barbara stopped him before he could unleash it. She knew that once it was out, she would have no choice but to eat it hungrily.
"Don't," she pleaded, staying his hand.
Then, in a desperate effort to appease him, she unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her lovely breasts. He stopped struggling to gaze at them, and in that instant of repose, she pulled his head down and forced his mouth over one of her surging nipples.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen. Jim had now thrown caution to the wind and was avidly beating away at Sarah's cunt with his fingers. He was amazed to find how superbly her pussy was put together. Its inner walls were so soft, like nothing he had ever known, and yet they were firm, gripping his finger with exquisite muscle contractions he knew would draw tons of come from his cock were it in his hand's place.
Sarah was now gripping the edge of the sink, thinking of nothing but that hand and the way it was getting her off. The fingers were long and fat, but mighty dexterous. Her ass protruded back into his hand, and she humped him, fucking herself on his fingers until her breath came in short, raspy gasps.
Jim had his head leaned up against her back and he was whispering to her, little phrases of love that turned her on completely.
"Does it feel good?" he asked.
"Shit, yes," she exclaimed.
"Would you like me to fondle your clit?"
"I was hoping you'd ask," she hissed. "Yes. Give it a few tweaks before you drive me insane."
"Maybe I shouldn't," he teased.
"Jim," she said in a loud whisper.
"Well, maybe just once." He reached up in front of her cunt and pinched the distended clit once, hard and swift, and then left her to remember the thrill as the waves of pleasure beat upon her body.
"More," she grunted.
"I don't think I should."
"Bastard!"
"This was your idea, remember?"
"You can get back at me for teasing you later, honey. But don't do it now. I need you."
Jim relented and moved back up to her clit. He rubbed the little ball at its end until he had Sarah in a paroxysm of pleasure. She jumped and wriggled about and Jim had to wrap one arm around her waist to hold her steady.
"Oh yes, it's great, I love it," she gasped, her legs almost in a split. She began to slink down to the floor, trying to open her cunt more so Jim could stuff even more of his hand in her.
"Where are you going?" he asked, forced down with her until he was bent over in half.
"I'm getting bigger for you."
"You're plenty big now."
"Not enough," she huffed.
Her knuckles turned white as she grabbed the top of her sink. Her head was below her hands and her shapely, lithe legs were rippling with taut excitement. Jim had to get on his knees to keep up with her, or down with her, rather.
"Uhh," she grunted, now doing a complete split, forcing Jim's hand down to the floor.
While the couple in the kitchen were accomplishing acrobatic feats to amaze and astound the heart and mind, Barbara and Ward had a side show going in the living room.
"Gobble, glunk," Ward said, his mouth stuffed with nip-topped tit.
"Fuck, oh fuck!" Barbara whined, humping with her hips as Ward drove her straight up in a mind-shattering climb to her orgasm.
She had only meant her tits to appease him for a while, but now it seemed she had lost all control. He was taking over, forcing his will, as well as his mouth on her. And she was loving eat, eating it up, sucking her tit with him in her imagination, feeling his teeth on her nip and dying with pleasure-pain.
"Harder," she moaned. "Bite harder!"
"Mmph," Ward said, beginning to comply with her request.
He bared his teeth and took all but the hard, red tip of her tit out of his mouth. Barbara panted lewdly and cried a little as her lover began to bite on the knob. His dental pressure increased until the poor dear thought he would rip the nip right off.
But Ward was careful not to abuse her. He didn't realize until now that his teeth were just as skilled as his hands when it came to manipulating patients. He enjoyed hearing her whimper with each little chomp, but after a while he figured it was time to stop this tomfoolery. He could really inflict some damage if he wasn't careful.
With a blast of hot breath that made Barbara shake, Ward released her nipple, opened his mouth, and descended on the monumental mound.
"Wow," Barb exclaimed as Ward managed to suck almost the entire thing into his mouth.
Her tit was warped all out of shape. The nipple was twice as large as normal, the boob in general was longer than it should be, and all on account of the terrific suction that he was applying to the globe.
"You're terrific," she hissed, feeling her cunt begin to swell and creak under the strain of so much pent-up fuck juice.
He removed her tit from his mouth to speak. "I couldn't have done it without you." Then Ward began lapping at the tit like a dog, slurping up his own saliva as he made the jug glisten in the soft light.
"But you've forgotten something."
"I couldn't have."
"You did. You haven't done anything to my other tit."
Sure enough, Ward looked over to see another mound rising in lone despair, equally as lovely as the one he had battered into exquisite submission.
"Well, what do you think of that?" he said.
"You've got two of them."
"No shit."
"And it's just like this one."
"No shit again."
"May I?"
"I wish you would."
Jim got up and crouched over his willing victim on the couch. She bared the half-clothed jug to him and he sighed with joy.
"A virgin tit," he said, "unravished by the mouth of time."
"Not exactly. You're not the first guy who's done this to me."
"It's virgin territory to me," he said, touching the flat nipple with the tip of his moist tongue. It began to shrivel instantly, and the head continued rising until it was as rigid as its twin, all done with only one, tiny lick.
"Frisky little devil," Ward said. "Me or my tit?"
"I guess both. But I did mean the tit."
"They don't look the same anymore," Barb said, pressing her chin against her chest to look at both her globes.
"How do you mean?"
"This one's all bashed up," she said, rubbing the one that Ward had ravished.
"Aw, it just needs a rest, that's all. It's just a little red."
"I guess so. It's still a nice tit."
"Gorgeous," Ward said.
"Better than Sarah's?"
"You should know better than to ask that. As long as we're carrying on like this, no comparisons, understand?"
"You're right. I apologize."
"Good girl. Now stick your chest out and let me get started on this tit while there's still time."
"We're on borrowed time as it is."
"No. We've got plenty. If they were coming out, they'd be here long ago. Now shut up and let me suck, will you!"
Ward was right. Sarah and Jim were by no means ready to make an appearance in the living room. Jim was lying prone on the floor, his head jammed up against Sarah's ass. She was clinging to the sink, but now her arms were fully extended as well as her legs. She looked like a high school cheerleader who had somehow managed to freeze as she did a split during a yell for her team.
But Jim, football player that he was, liked to think of her as an inverted T-formation, which is equally appropriate. In either case, she was at his mercy, and that's just the way she wanted it. With grunts and assorted moans, Sarah made sure that Jim would not leave her hanging, so to speak.
She had already come three, possibly four times. It was such a mess down there on the linoleum, that neither of them could tell just how many times she had climaxed. By now it was one continual orgasm, stimulated by Jim's busy fingers and occasionally by his tongue as it lapped up against her ass crack.
Sarah's ass cheeks pounded rhythmically on the floor, thus impaling her pink pussy on Jim's upright digit, or digits. Even Jim wasn't sure how many fingers he'd got up her cunt. Everything was happening too fast for him. One minute he'd been sitting in the living room vowing never to go near Sarah, and the next thing he knew he was lying on the kitchen floor finger-fucking the shit out of her.
As Sarah humped up and down on Jim's fingers, her tits smashed against the wooden doors under the sink, flopping up and down with the pressure of her body thrusts. To make things worse, or better from her point of view, her nipples were continually bumping into the chrome handles on either side of the cabinets, twanging her magnificently, to add just the right touch to their unusual foreplay.
The disheartening thing about this foreplay business, a fact which each couple knew, was that that was all there was going to be. It was a prelude to nothing. They weren't going to fuck, they were just going to keep away from each other until everyone had exhausted themselves not being unfaithful to their mates.
But Ward wasn't concerned with that dismal prospect just now. Barbara's left tit was now under his fervent attention. It was tearing her to pieces, the way he gnawed and chewed at the nipple. She jerked violently on the couch, groaning and grunting like a wild animal.
Ward was certain her cries could be heard in the kitchen, but he was too busy to care. How long had it been? At least fifteen minutes since they'd left. Jim could have fucked her twice by now, three times if he was really nimble.
So Ward didn't let their close presence bother him. He just concentrated on getting this magnificent creature to come and cream and spurt until her panties were dark with moisture. There was already a deep stain seeping into her pink pants, turning them into a deeper crimson.
Ward took this new nipple into his mouth and sucked on it as hard as he could, drawing his cheeks in like a sail without wind. Barbara sighed loudly, writhing back and forth to make his teeth run over her breast like he had before with her other now recuperating tit.
"Shit, that's good," she said.
"Mm, you know it."
"Know what?" she gasped. "Know I want to fuck you."
"You can't."
"I can."
"No."
"Why not."
"No time."
"Bullshit. My cock needs you."
"My cunt needs your cock."
"Then let's fuck." He bit her nipple hard. "Ouch! Take it easy."
"Let's fuck." He bit again. "Shit! Cut it out."
"Fuck me."
"Later."
"When."
"Soon."
"Now."
"No. I told you no."
"Jim's fucking Sarah. Can't you hear?" They lay still for a moment.
"I don't hear anything," she said, pushing his head back down on her left jug.
"Mmmm, good tit." Ward bit her again, this time more gently.
"Ahh, that's better."
"Than what?"
"Than doing it myself. Why are we talking so much."
"It gets my prick harder."
"Talking?"
"Well, the sound of your voice does it."
"Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peckers."
"What the shit-"
"You said my talking gets you up."
"Sure, but only fucking you will get me off."
"Don't count on it."
"I don't want to count. I want to fuck."
"No, now just keep sucking." He sucked some more. "That's better. Hey, what are you doing?"
"Pulling your panties down."
"Stop it."
"I can't. My hands won't obey my brain."
"Well, mine will." She tried to move his hands away, but he was too strong.
"Stop it, Ward. I told you, we can't fuck."
"I need to fuck." Ward was insane with lust. He was deadly serious.
"I'll make a deal with you."
"No deals. Fuck."
"No fuck. Deal."
"Please," he said.
"No, but I'll compromise."
"How?" He slurped at the underside of her tit, jabbing at the meat with his tongue.
"Shit, that's good. Now what were we talking about?"
"Compromise."
"Right. I won't fuck you, but I'll blow you quick if you get up here with me."
"No fuck."
"No fuck."
"Sure you won't change your mind?"
"Positive. Pull down your pants and I'll eat you."
Realizing that it was useless to continue this discussion, Ward did as he was told. He was nude from the waist down in a second, and his dong was heading for Barbara's mouth in less time than that.
Jim was helping Sarah get to her feet. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"If you call being paralyzed for life okay, then I guess that's what I am." She could barely stand up.
"Just take it easy. Try and walk around."
"I am trying."
"You look like a chicken."
"Fuck you."
"I wish."
"I see you changed your mind in a hurry."
"You changed it for me. Let's fuck now."
"You're crazy. I'm amazed Ward and Barbara didn't burst in here twenty minutes ago."
"Did you ever stop and wonder why they didn't?"
"You think they're messing around?" Sarah wondered. "Let's find out."
Jim helped Sarah through the swinging kitchen door and into the living room. The four of them saw each other at the same moment. It was truly a memorable sight to behold.
Ward had straddled Barbara on the couch and his mammoth dork was lodged firmly between the woman's lips. Her cheeks were folded in a Herculean suck and her hands were cupping his hairy, meaty balls.
She and Jim looked up to see what appeared to be a crippled Sarah leaning heavily against big Jim, whose hands were dripping come. Sarah's mini was wrinkled and still lay high above its normal length. Her pussy was swollen and obvious to all of them, little pearly drops of come and sweat glistening and dropping from her bejeweled pussy.
They remained in this freeze for some moments, Ward's cock still hard and strong in Barbara's mouth. Then the intern spoke up.
"No drinks?"