Chapter 4
John Berry, a twenty-five-year-old tall, blond man, had a girl friend named Janice Evans who was a rather small girl, brunette, with very dark, flashing eyes and a creamy complexion. They had been going together on a more or less steady basis for two years. For the past year they had been swapping partners with Sammy Spreen, an average-looking brown-haired twenty-eight-year-old and his girl, Doris Harmes. Doris was a stunning green-eyed redhead. The four of them often got together for fun and games.
This Saturday evening was no exception. All four had gathered together at John's apartment and were now sitting on the floor, drinking and talking. All four people were naked from the waist up. They had made this condition a sort of rule early in their friendship. Another rule was that no one should ever feel guilty about their sexual activities. If a member of the small group did have guilt feelings, he or she was supposed to tell the others about it at once. So far, there had been remarkably little of this.
Now, as they sat on the thick carpet sipping their drinks and talking up a storm, it was the redhead, Doris, who made a suggestion that perked up the ears of the other three.
She said, quite abruptly, "Let's have a daisy chain thing tonight. Maybe we can do it a different way. Does anyone have any new ideas?"
The other three exchanged glances quickly. Then they all looked directly at Doris who was sipping her drink again, as if expecting to hear more from her.
She took a deep breath. "Well, for one thing, how about the guys removing their pants and underpants? I for one would like to see some cock, just to get the evening started right."
John and Sammy looked at each other, nodded, and began to remove their slacks. Then they took off their briefs as well and placed the clothing over nearby chairs. John and Sammy sat back down, their penises in full view of the two girls. Both cocks were limp at the moment, but everyone knew this condition would not last long. It never had.
John spoke. "Well, Doris, what next? I'm asking you because you're the one who brought up the matter in the first place." He coughed. "I mean, the daisy chain business."
"I asked for suggestions," Doris returned. "Anyone have any new ideas? I'd really like to get with some different action. Something unusual." She looked at first one man and then the other.
"Come on, you guys," she encouraged. 'Think up something original."
It was the brunette, Janice, who spoke then. "We've tried everything anyone could ever think of, Doris, haven't we?"
Doris appeared thoughtful. "I suppose so. I just have this determined hankering for something different, I suppose. Might as well forget it, I guess."
John spoke. "Maybe well think of something as the evening wears on, Doris."
Doris grinned at John. "You're pretty limp, John. Hope you haven't been taking any bennies or stuff."
John grinned back. "Not a chance. I know what my thing is - it's being here with you people, not freaking out over some pills."
"Guys who take bennies," Doris said absently, "are not worth a damn, ordinarily."
"Right," the other three said in unison as if they had rehearsed it.
Sammy moved over closer to Janice, who was John's girl. "Mind if I touch your tit, Janice?" he asked. They often started out an evening of sex by being excessively polite. He continued. 'They look particularly pretty tonight."
Janice turned and smiled at Sammy. "Of course I don't mind, Sam, but I appreciate your asking. That's awfully sweet of you."
Sammy grinned. "Oh, I'm the sweetest guy in the world. Everyone says that."
"John's sweet, too," Janice said quickly.
"How about that?" John asked, laughing.
Doris moved close to John. "Hey, man," she said, "as long as we're asking for things, would you mind if I sucked your prick and got it hard?"
John stopped laughing and grinned tensely. "Help ... yourself... Doris." His breathing picked up in tempo immediately.
Doris bent her head over his penis and a moment later he felt the warm wetness of her soft lips as she sucked at his cock flesh.
He drew in his breath sharply. 'That's nice, Doris. Keep on with it." He was on his hands and knees now and she lay under him, looking up at his crotch and tummy. "Want me to lie down on your face, Doris?" John asked.
"No. Just stay the way you are. I want to milk you, baby."
Milk him she did - with her lips. John knew the pleasant sensation of growing hard because of the persistent tugging at his penis by those soft, feminine lips. He knew the heat of passion as she continued to suck his cock, and when his peak arrived, he felt the overpoweringly wonderful sensation of squirting his jism into her mouth cavity. He continued jetting his cock fluid into her mouth for many long moments and when finally she had sucked him dry, she squealed and pushed him over on his back. Then she proceeded to sit on his face.
"Now it's your turn, Johnny," Doris breathed hard. "Your turn to have fun." Doris quite often put it this way. She thought the fun part was in the sucking and the tonguing.
John began to lap her moist box eagerly. Neither he nor Doris noticed that Sammy and Janice were doing a heated sixty-nine (or a ninety-six, as they sometimes referred to it jokingly).
John tongued out Doris thoroughly until she had her orgasm and then when she pushed away from him, he decided she had had enough for the time and sat up.
"Whew," he said, wiping his brow of perspiration. "That was a fast start, Doris."
"Yes," she agreed, and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "Look at what Sam and Jan are doing. Looks like we weren't the only ones busy working."
John had to turn around to see the other couple on the carpet. They were going at each other like crazy, he noted. He watched for only a moment then turned back to face Doris. "Hot," he murmured, meaning the action of Sammy and Janice.
Doris shrugged. "Yes. It's hot, but it's the same old stuff. Like I said earlier, I'd like to think of something new and different."
John frowned slightly. "Such as what?" He wasn't sure he altogether liked her remark. After all, he had just finished pleasing her, or so he had thought. This idea that she still wanted something more implied that she wanted something better than what he had just given her. However, he soon rejected this thought as being rather juvenile. The more he studied her, as he had been doing for several moments, the more it dawned on him that she might have just latched onto something interesting. It was an excellent idea to look for a new thrill. John rubbed the tip of his nose, looked at Sammy and Janice momentarily as they continued sucking, and then looked away.
"Hey," he said to Doris. "Maybe we should join them, make it a four-way fest."
Doris returned his glance and raised her brown eyes. "But we've done that so many times already."
John grinned. "You've eaten breakfast a great many times, too, but you still do it, don't you?"
Doris grinned. "Oh, boy, are we ever sharp tonight." She patted John affectionately on the thigh, apparently to make certain he did not take her the wrong way.
John got to his feet, his cock hanging limply between his legs. He was not even aware of it. He held out his hand to Doris to help her to her feet. "Let's go to the bar and get a fresh drink."
"Okay. Maybe that will set us to thinking about a new way to perform."
They crossed the room to the bar and John fixed them a mixed drink of his own concoction, offering her glass to her as he stirred his own. 'Try this. It may not set your mind to thinking creatively about a new sex thrill, but it will probably make you feel better."
Doris lifted her glass to her lips. "Here's," she said, not completing the time-honored toast.
"Back to you," John said and sipped his own drink.
They stood there, both of them naked, studying each other. "Maybe we should put on some clothes," Doris said, dreamily. "I can usually think better when I'm dressed."
John laughed. "You've been known to have some very good thoughts while not dressed." Doris actually blushed.
John looked at her. "Well, I'll be damned. You're blushing."
Doris blinked. "I'm human, damn it."
John turned his eyes away from her and to where his girl friend, Janice, and Sammy lay on the floor sucking each other vigorously. "You know something? I think we're a bit jaded. A scene like that one over there would have turned me on tremendously two years ago. Now I can watch it and hardly bat an eye."
"I know," Doris said. 'That's precisely what I've been talking about tonight. I want something new, something that will turn me on like mad." She touched John's arm. "You pleased me a great deal a few minutes ago. I don't mean to imply that you didn't. It's just that I, too, have become jaded. I want something wild to happen. Something really wild and exciting beyond belief."
John looked at her searchingly. "I'm afraid," he remarked drily, "that you'll have to buy a horse."
Doris bit her lips and tried not to grin, but she couldn't prevent the look appearing on her face. It came first to her lips, broke into a smile and finally into a laugh. "Wow! Think of it. Me, with a horse!" She seemed to be contemplating it for the moment and then she shook her head. "I don't think so. I'm a man-woman. I'm not the type for the bestiality bit. Animals, ugh!"
John nodded. "You know, don't you, that I was just kidding?"
Doris touched his arm again quickly. "Of course I do. I know you, John. After all, you're my steady swap partner."
John heard a sound in back of him, turned and saw that Sammy and Janice were on their feet and walking toward the bar. Both looked warm and sweaty and why shouldn't they, he thought, after what they had just finished doing. "Well," he said to his girl, Janice. "How was it? Did my old buddy take care of you, honey?"
Janice smiled prettily, revealing her white, even teeth. "Sam was pretty hot tonight. Yes, I'd say we had a pretty good blow session, wouldn't you say so, Sam?"
Sam rubbed his chin and smiled. "I'd say it was most satisfactory."
John quickly mixed drinks for Sam and Janice and handed the glasses to them. All four people raised their glasses to their mouths and drank. The glasses were set down together as if it were a ritual of some sort.
"Well," Doris said at length, knocking her red hair out of her eyes at the same time. "I have to bring this up, especially to you two." She meant Sam and Janice, of course. "But I'd still like someone to try and come up with a new deal. Can't we all concentrate on the matter?" She darted glances to the three people before her.
"Hell, Doris," Sammy returned. 'There isn't anything all that new and you damn well know it. We four have already tried everything there is short of out-and-out sadism and masochism. None of us seems to care much about that sort of thing. What I'm trying to say, Doris, is that you're wasting your time in trying to create an entirely new sex thing. There ain't no such animal," he concluded with a grin.
Doris sighed. "I suppose so. And I don't like lesbian stuff, and neither does Janice."
Sammy laughed. "Oh, so you've tried that, have you? Good for you, baby." There was no malice in his remark.
Doris nodded and so did Janice. Janice was the one to reply. "Of course we have tried it. Several times, in fact. It left us cold. It's not for us one bit. As far as we're concerned, it's real dumb. Give me a cock any time."
John laughed uneasily and all turned to look at him. "Hey," he said. "I don't know why but my prick has just grown like mad. Look at the damn thing, standing up and quivering. What did you say, Janice, what might have caused this?"
Janice giggled as she looked at his rod. "I didn't say anything that would cause you to get a hard-on. Not that I know of, at least."
Doris reached down in full view of the others and stroked John's prick lightly, her fingers encircling the hard tube and gently squeezing it as she stroked. "Hmmm," she sighed, "what a marvelous thing an erection is. What a horrible world it would be if men could never get one."
Everyone laughed tensely.
An hour passed and nothing much happened except that they all drank more than usual. John's erection left quickly.
At ten o'clock John glanced at his watch and muttered something unintelligible. Doris glanced at him quickly.
"What?" she asked. "What did you say?" She appeared to be studying his eyes.
"Oh, sorry," he replied. "Guess I've had too much to drink. I was muttering and when a guy does that he's had too much."
Janice came to him and put her arm about his waist. "Hey, baby," she said. "Is my man having trouble?"
"Nothing you couldn't remove ... if you'd like to, that is."
Janice looked startled. "Why, honey, that's a funny way to talk to me ... I'm your girl, man."
John nodded. "I know. Sorry. Drunk, I guess." He wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, something he never did when sober.
Sammy finished his drink and spoke. "What say we all go out... to a club, or something? I know a place in the country, not too far, maybe eight or nine miles. It's a real groovy joint. Lots of keen-looking broads."
"Hey," Janice objected. "Who wants to go where there's lots of keen-looking broads?"
Both men smiled, saying nothing.
"Let's all go to bed," Doris suggested. "I mean, let's go to bed and sleep. Not fuck."
The other three looked at her curiously.
"I mean it," she said. "I mean go to sleep, all of us. We might as well. All we're doing is drinking. Drinking is okay but it doesn't lead anywhere. You all know that."
"Okay," John said. "Let's all get into my bed."
A few minutes later they were in his bed. The lights were turned off and all four people lay quietly, side by side, touching one another but not speaking for some time. Finally, Doris spoke.
"Anyone want to have a chain deal?" she asked.
No one answered.
"For Pete's sake," she said angrily. "Am I getting out of line with the rest of you?"
John patted her arm. "Of course not."
"You aren't getting out of line," Janice said, evidently to reassure Doris.
"Right," Sammy said in addition. "Not at all. I like to hear you talk that way. Keep it up."
"How come tonight no one seems to tune me in?" Doris wanted to know. "I feel almost like a stranger." She looked from one to the other slowly.
John -lifted himself up until he was resting on his elbow. He stared straight into Doris' eyes. "Do you really?" he asked, his tone sounding odd even to him.
Doris jumped up from the bed. Landing on the floor, her eyes flashed as she looked at the other three. "Goddamn it! All evening long I've been asking you people to try to think of something new to do, sexually. All you can say is we've already done everything, the four of us. Well, what have we done? We've sucked cocks, lapped cunts till hell won't have it, we've buggered one another, some of us have, and we've honey-dipped. We've jacked off cocks, finger fucked cunts, rubbed tits and balls and what-have-you. You people are absolutely correct. We have done everything except resort to bestiality. None of us wants that. At least I don't. So what in Christ's name do we have left to do for excitement? Personally, I'm fed up with sucking the cum from a cock. I like it fine, but I'm fed up with it, too, if you understand what I mean." She looked angrily from one to the other of her three friends. "What's the matter with you people? I'm asking for some fresh, new excitement. Why, goddamn it, don't you try to give it to me?" She stood there in the middle of the room, entirely nude, glaringly angrily at the people on the bed.
One by one her three friends, John, Sam and Janice got up from the bed. John opened a closet door nearby. There were several tennis racquets inside the closet as well as the usual clothing. John paid no attention to any of these items. Instead, he reached into the rear of the closet and pulled forth three horsewhips. Silently, as Doris' face began to blanche, he handed two of the whips to Sammy and Janice, retaining the third for his own use. Then the three of them began to circle Doris as she stood in the middle of the room. No one said a word. The only sounds heard were those of whips being slapped against the palms of hands as the three people circled Doris.
Doris eyed her friends with fascination. Even as they surrounded her repeatedly she made no move away from them.
Finally, John uncurled his whip and struck the wall with it. Both Sammy and Janice followed suit, slapping the wall hard with their whips.
Doris moaned loudly and flung her body across the bed, face down, her arms covering her face on all sides. Evidently, she knew what to expect.
It was not long in coming.
John, Sammy and Janice, all standing on one side of the bed and together, began to whip the silent girl on the bed. Repeatedly, they struck her over the buttocks, on the small part of the back, on the thighs.
The silent girl on the bed was no longer silent.
She began to sob ... but they were strange-sounding sobs.
As the whips alternated in their brisk contact with her soft flesh, her strange-sounding sobs became louder and louder.
The whip blows became more severe.
Doris' buttocks became exceedingly red and angry looking.
All three of her tormentors upon noting the condition of her ass cheeks, aimed their blows determinedly at the same spot.
Doris screamed. It was a long, shuddering type of scream and it lasted for a precise period of time, even as the whips descended on her naked flesh with growing fury. It lasted the same length of time her orgasm required to obtain its complete fulfillment purpose.
Doris screamed again, but this time the scream did not last nearly as long. Her orgasm had been shorter in duration.
A curious thing happened then. As if they had rehearsed it, which they had not, Doris turned over on her back and opened her mouth suggestively.
Both men dropped their whips. So did Janice. Placing herself between the two men she began to jack each of the fiercely hard cocks, one with each hand. The men leaned over the bed, resting on their hands and arms, their pricks pointed directly at Doris' face and breasts. Janice, seemingly aware of the exact thing to do, jacked their cocks efficiently. The men stiffened their bodies as Doris licked her dry lips frantically.
Finally, Janice had jacked them up to the peak and over it.
Two thick, gray streams of cock juice spurted out of the men's rods, striking Doris on the tummy, her tits and her mouth. She swallowed hungrily as she was being splashed with cum. She became literally flooded with cock juices. Some got into her hair. Some struck her cunt region, which caused her to shudder violently.
It was a wild scene.
Doris had wanted something new, and while this scene might not have been altogether new to some people, it evidently was to her.
When the men had stopped their squirtings, she ran her hands over her moistened body and gathered up globs of cum, thrusting her fingers into her mouth in a most exciting manner.
"Oh, God. .. thank you," she moaned at last. "Thank you. Thank you for something new and different. That was exactly what I needed."
John quietly put the whips back in the closet. No one spoke to Doris. There was no need for words. They had communicated with their actions and it had been sufficient.
After a few moments, John and Sammy helped Doris to her feet. Janice took her hand.
"Come with me, honey," Janice said. "It's my turn."
Doris looked at her oddly. "What do you mean - your turn?"
Janice laughed nicely. "Why, honey, I'm going to give you a bath. That's all I mean."