Chapter 12
Viola and Cliff started. Who could it be at this time of night? "Who is it?"
"Sally and Randy. May we come in?"
Cliff opened the door and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Sure. Why the hell didn't you say so? You gave us the fright of our lives. I almost had a baby. Come on in." His lengthy penis, still very thick and heavily ridged with large, pulsating blue veins, was still hanging out of his pants. He didn't bother to cover it up indeed it didn't even occur to him as he lit a cigarette and sat down on the bed. "Well, what's on your mind?" He looked at his watch. "Getting pretty late," he said, actually eager to shove his cock deep between his own wife's shapely legs. He looked at Viola with an altogether new and fresh feeling of urgent desire. She was probably the most gorgeous piece in the world.
Viola, with the ice broken already so many times that evening, did not bother to cover her nakedness, although she did close her legs with a bit of modesty over the sticky sweat emanating around her pussy and upper thighs. She fluttered her eyelashes at Sally, who looked lovely in a sheer blue silk peignoir that matched so well her marvelous honey tan and the shining blonde of her coppery hair.
"I know it's late," said Randy, "but we're all going to have a hard time sleeping tonight anyway, so I thought it might be as good a time as any to lay our cards on the table. Cliff, you know by now that I've screwed Viola. And so does Sally."
Viola blushed, but she wasn't offended. Indeed, his obscenity sent a hot flash of coital fluid through her vaginal walls. It was all an open secret now. They had been through too much together. They were almost like a single family. They had seen each other naked, and shared each other's bodies. They had watched each other fornicating and making love and being forced to have sex with strangers. There was no longer any reason for false modesty between them. They knew each other too intimately.
"All right," said Cliff, puffing thoughtfully on his cigarette. "Go on."
"Okay, so that's out of the way," said Randy, looking around at the two women and ringing his hands. "We all four of us know that Viola and I have made love, and there's no conflict. Sally knows it, and she doesn't mind or care. Is that right, dear?"
Sally nodded and smiled. She and Viola took each other's hand and smiled at each other like loving sisters.
"All right, then," Randy went on, looking Cliff right in the eyes, "and Sally has told me all about what you did with her "
Cliff looked at him.
" and I don't care. All I want to know now, Cliff, is what we owe you."
"Owe me?" Cliffs face screwed up in puzzlement.
Randy gestured. "You saved us from that gang. There's no telling what might have happened. And now we're at a perfect juncture to continue on a perfectly ideal relationship. I love Sally but I love Viola, too, in a way. I find her sexually attractive. And I know that you want Sally. Is that right?"
Cliff gulped and sighed, "Yes, I guess it is. So what are we to do about it? I've probably behaved pretty badly." His eyes traveled up Sally's luxuriant form and his penis began bobbing. She had magnificent legs, the tiniest waist, a nicely curved belly, and above it all those magnificent breasts curving slightly at the top and jutting outward through the thin silk material, its huge dark aureoles making his mouth water. It wasn't natural for a woman to have a body like that and all that long blonde hair ... he could feel his erection throbbing madly...
"Nonsense," Randy laughed. He wrung his hands again in what Cliff was beginning to think of as an annoying gesture. "Now we can both have everything just as we want it. I want Sally and Viola, you want Viola and Sally. Right?"
Cliffs face screwed up, puzzled. That was about the size of it, all right.
"Well," Randy went on, "Viola's agreeable so long as you don't mind. And Sally's agreeable too, now." He looked at her with the fond smile of an older brother. She blushed uncertainly and reached for the heavy bulge in his crotch, fondling his sex expertly.
Cliff looked at Sally. That certainly wasn't like her, all right. Sally had changed somehow.
"Our little affair with the gang has opened Sally's eyes to the wonderful world of sex," said Randy, "and she also sees the wonderful possibilities in our two homes. Around the world millions of people practice polygamy, so it can't be fattening or unhealthy. And she-likes you too, Cliff. She's told me so. She says you have the most beautiful tongue in the world."
Sally blushed furiously and looked embarrassed as a teen-age girl on her first date. "You didn't have to tell him that," she said sheepishly.
Randy went on, ignoring her as she continued to fondle his genitals. "The point is, Sally and Viola like each other, and I have a healthy respect for you. In a sense, we're already a family, we've shared so much."
"Well, I don't know," Cliff said doubtfully.
Cliff looked at Sally. "Well, we can work out all the details later. The point right now is that Sally has just given me the fornication of my life, and that she feels that she owes you something, too. What is it you told me you want Cliff to do to you, darling?"
Her heart fluttering in her chest, Sally's eyelashes fluttered and she looked down at her shoes. "I I said that I wanted him to to fuck me," she murmured in a wee small voice that was barely audible.
Cliffs eyebrows raised. Well, things certainly were going to be different. He could hear his heart pounding and feel his blood rushing wildly hot all over his body.
"No, but how did you want him to fuck you, dear?" Randy coaxed, a finger under her delicately formed chin. Her lips shone pink as a child's in the dim light.
"In the ass," she breathed. "That is, in my backside..." And she looked away, unable to look Cliff in the eye.
Cliff felt as if he were strangling. He looked at Viola, but she was smiling and still holding Sally's hand in friendly fashion. It was all too good to be true!
"Up on the bed!" he croaked hoarsely, unable to control himself. Suddenly he wanted his hands all over her magnificent body.
Randy laughed at the abrupt change in Cliffs demeanor. He pushed Sally towards the bed, got her up onto all fours so that her breasts were hanging down and grazing the coverlet. By now Cliffs cock was frantically hard and covered with a tracery of pulsating blue veins. He held it in his hand, pointing it at her and breathing hard, while his rod dripped clear cum all over the floor.
Upon seeing the magnificence of his immense hardened member, Sally began mewling sweetly: "Oh, Cliff, can I may I suck on it just a little, please? Oh please, darling..."
Cliff gulped and came over to where her head was, her long yellow hair streaming over one shoulder. Parting her childish pink lips like a little girl about to suck on a peppermint stick, Sally opened her mouth and totally enclosed Cliffs earnest hard member. "Aaaahhh," he sighed as his entire organ disappeared into her mouth and he began churning his loins in rhythm with her ardent suck. In back of her, Sally could feel the hot juices of her cunt seeping backward to moisten her shivering anus, which was twitching with expectancy of Cliffs mighty rod. The boy known as Red had taught her to appreciate a good, solid anal rectification. And now she wanted to keep this newly-found pleasure within their newly-won family...
Randy grinned as Cliff and Sally began their sexual adventure. Then he looked at Viola and took her hand. "Time for you and me, old girl. What do you say? Ready to join your new family?"
Viola laughed and stood up, put her arms about his neck. "Only if you promise to be good to me tonight." She squashed her huge breasts against his chest and licked his lips.
Randy's hands came up to cup her enormous breasts. "Sure," he said, "why don't we start with these?".
Their mouths mashed together in a lengthy open mouthed kiss, with their tongues going into the other's mouth and lapping at sides, top and bottom. Viola sucked furiously on his tongue, swallowing as much of his saliva as she could, that wonderful pink spear that had licked so thrillingly at her open cunt so much earlier that evening. Then, pushing him away slightly, she slid down onto the king-size bed, next to Sally, who was by now groaning with desire as Cliff sawed away mightily into her backside orifice. She could see his glistening tool as it sped in and out of the beautiful blonde young bride. And then Viola laughed and pulled at Randy. "Come on, get your clothes off. I'm starting to get sleepy, lover."
"Not lover," he corrected as he removed his clothes, hanging up his trousers carefully. "Husband. You've got a second husband from now on."
"Come on up here," she said dreamily, her eyes all smoky and half-lidded, her fingers grazing his naked hairy legs, her eyes dwelling overlong on the saber-like hang of his long, meaty cock, and the hairy sacs of his balls. "Husband or lover, I need you, Randy."
He laughed and straddled her, one foot digging its toes into Sally's joggling left breast. By now his young blonde wife was whinnying like a horse as Cliff drove madly in and out of their anal connection, his face dripping sweat and panting hoarsely. Randy centered his cock into Viola's enormous breasts and she pressed them together over it like soft flaccid pillows. Randy was not the first man to want to fuck her breasts, she thought. They were so huge, they were an inevitable attraction. Most of the men she picked up had wanted that. 'Indian-fuck' they called it, or some such obscene thing. She guided his penis into them and watched his face begin to screw up as he slowly began to draw his organ in and out of them.
She could see the pressure gradually building in his face and balls. Occasionally she could bend her face forward far enough to lick the oozing hot tip. Then he would draw it out again, his groans escalating madly until finally Randy began jerking and spewing hot white cum all over her face. It dripped off her dark eyebrows and she tried to lick it off wherever she could, or wipe it up with her hands and then lick her hands. Almost simultaneously Cliff, next to them, and Sally, both began roaring through a fiercely powerful orgasm. Cliff looked as if his eyeballs would pop out of his head, while Sally merely sobbed through her climax as if she was having her breasts cut off.
"I haven't been fucked in a dog's age," Viola said abruptly, looking up at Randy, her pussy feeling as if it were full of pepper.
"A poor choice of metaphors," he laughed, and then he proceeded to accommodate her to her eminent satisfaction, screwing her into a positively mind-bending orgasm.
And after that, the floor was thrown open to suggestions. That night the Mathises' king-size bed was to witness the wildest wife-swapping orgy ever thrown in suburban Schaumburg. The series of mouth-cock-cunt-cock-anus connections were virtually endless. When Sally sucked off Cliff, he might be eating Viola while Viola sucked on Randy's cock as he in turn would be sucking and mauling Sally's breasts. Or Randy would fuck Viola in the ass as she ate Cliff, while Sally sat on Cliffs face, and so on.
So that polygamy and loyalty and friendship triumphed, and that night an altogether new family which had been something altogether different just a scant twenty-fours ago was formed in the nice little houses at numbers 47 and 49 Swallownest Lane...
On a mild autumn morning three months later Sally Parker awoke with a yawn, stretching so that her massive breasts joggled back at her in the bureau mirror over the end of the bed. She looked around with a sweet little smile on her lovely young face and pushed her fingers up into her long blonde hair, wondering where her husband was.
Cliff had been magnificent last night, she thought with a sigh. Which wasn't to say that her own husband didn't have his fine points, too. Indeed she would have been very hard to choose between them. What a wonderful thing it was that she didn't have to!
Sally stretched and sighed, getting up and running her hand all over her magnificent body. How pleased she was now to have a body like that because it had won her Randy, and Cliff as well. She was proud of her gigantic firm breasts and the attractions of her belly and thighs. To say nothing of her beautiful blonde hair. It all combined to give her the most beautiful life in the world.
She threw on a robe before going into the kitchen, something soft and satiny. Not that she had any shame in front of Cliff. It was just that some clothing was always sexier than complete nudity.
Cliff was making coffee. like a typical husband, he paid no attention to her in the morning. When either of them felt like it, they would switch back to Viola or Randy, or vice-versa. There was no strict rules. They lived in whichever bed or house they chose, although the men usually preferred their original houses because it would have been a job moving their studies and books and so forth and special papers back and forth all the time. And then, of course, there were those evenings, nights, or days which they all spent together in the same big bed, or on a set of bearskins in front of the Parkers' big stone fireplace, with the heat of the fire on their writhing, orgying bodies. By now Sally loved to suck on Cliffs penis as much as she loved Randy's, and it was heaven being fucked in the ass by either one of them. Nor was it easy to tell which one of them ate her better, and both of them were just as good at "straight" intercourse. Although, of course, both men liked her on top so they could suck on her breasts. She didn't mind, she had even come to love the special thrills she got riding in that position.
And she was sure that Viola was equally as happy. The two of them seemed to be aglow all the time now, and always hugging each other for happiness. Gone was her prudish self of yesteryear Sally could scarcely remember her now and gone too was the nervous nail-biting Viola who always smoked too much.
The men also seemed quite content, although they sometimes gave other women the eye when they went out as a foursome. Still, that was pretty natural. After eyeing pretty women all night, their husbands were very enthusiastic in bed immediately afterward, so she and Viola actually benefited from it.
She had to admit that her feelings about her entire "family" were dominated by the purest kind of love. She couldn't imagine a life any more satisfying than the one they shared.
"Hey, Cliff, it's finished!" It was Randy, come bursting in through the kitchen door. "Oh, hi honey," he said to Sally casually. She nodded and sat down at the kitchen table with her cup of coffee. Cliff followed Randy back outside and the screen door slammed behind them. Sally watched them as they walked off deep in furious discussions across the patio.
The patio was totally fenced in as of today. It had been Randy's idea that it was going to be terrific fun to take the sun in the nude and make love in the sun as well in their sun-treated, sun-warm, sun-excited flesh tanned all over. There was something about sunshine which exaggerated one's juices and sexual desires. From now on they would be able to make the most of it all year long, for Randy also proposed to install a total glass ceiling over the patio. With the heat from the swimming pool they'd have fun in the sun for at least three seasons every year.
Not the least of it in the pool, where Randy had built all kinds of contours to accommodate the human body in a variety of positions, some of them requiring a quadruple unification of flesh.
Sally smiled to herself. Randy was a wonderfully thoughtful husband. They both were. In the patio, she could hear Randy saying, "Now, come on upstairs. I've got those plans for knocking out our garage walls and building a complete heated and carpeted passageway. No more running across on cold nights shivering in your slippers, believe me. We're going to be one house from now on."
Cliff laughed and she heard the kitchen door open to the Parkers' house. "Better be a little quiet this morning," came Randy's voice. "Viola and I had a terrific night last night, and she's exhausted, so let her sleep. You know what I mean, old man."
Indeed she did know what he meant, Sally thought through Cliffs answering chuckle, and then she chuckled herself, lifting up her cup of coffee and conjuring in her head what new delights she was going to introduce for Randy that night. She'd make him forget her darling sister Viola for that night at least.
Yes, she knew what he meant, all right. And she smiled softly, felinely to herself, as if with a female secret all her own.