Chapter 6
The following Saturday found Rhonda Talbot driving into Southhampton to inspect the art gallery there. She had decided, in a rare moment of self-appraisal, that it might be well to soak up a little culture along with the sun and sex.
She was alone in the car, the other swappers having declined her invitation to view the paintings of local residents which were presently being exhibited at the gallery. They had opted for a swim in the ocean and some romping on the sand, which left Rhonda, who was not all that crazy about the water in the first place, to view alone the works of the talented and not so talented.
But she never made it to the gallery, her good intentions evaporating like steam after just a few minutes with the two hitchhikers she had smilingly picked up along the way. Their names-Henry Jackson and David Maxwell.
Two miles from Southhampton, titian-tressed Rhonda had allowed David and Henry, whom she thought excellent specimens of young manhood, especially the muscular Mr. Maxwell, to climb into her auto. Not long after settling themselves into the front seat next to the ravishing redhead, who was attired in an attractive white pants-suit, the two teenagers said they were on their way into town to pick up some supplies for what promised to be "the first really big blast, outdoor barbecue come orgy, of the summer season."
Naturally, Rhonda perked up, becoming all ears as David and the black-skinned Henry very nonchalantly detailed their plans for this and future sex parties on the "Beach."
"But how can you manage something like that?" she asked, not at all eager now to get to Southhampton. Her glowing green eyes spent almost as much time on the youths she had picked up as they did on the road.
"You mean our sex parties, Mrs. Talbot?"
David said, a faint smile lingering on his youthful face.
"Yes. I mean how can you all run around naked on this particular stretch of beach you speak of. Aren't you afraid that somebody will call the police?"
"No sweat there," said Henry Jackson, who was sitting next to the door, his arm resting on the window ledge. "This section of beach is really isolated from everything. No people around and no big estates nearby. We got all the privacy we want."
"That's the truth," Dave added. "Sometimes I think we kids are the only ones who know about the 'Beach'. I discovered it last summer and we decided to have our orgies there this year.
"Well, I'll be," Rhonda said softly. "It certainly is hard to believe. I mean it sounds great and all, but still ... "
Dave chuckled. "We did have kind of a mini-problem last week, Mrs. Talbot."
"Oh, what was that? And listen, boys, do me a favor and call me Rhonda. That 'Mrs. Talbot' stuff makes me feel like I'm a middle-aged, dried-up prune."
Dave and Henry laughed, the thought running through their minds that this luscious creature driving them into town was a long, long way from being a washed out old lady. In fact, their youthful cocks were beginning to stir in hopeful anticipation of laying the ravishing redhead, her genuine interest in their plans for an orgy sparkling the hopes that she just might be willing to mess around some.
"Okay, Mrs. er, Rhonda, that is," David smiled. "Now as I was saying, we don't anticipate problems from anybody-except maybe that old grouch George Hardington. I don't suppose you know the man."
Rhonda let this pass, thinking it wise not to divulge her involvement with a swap group. At least not yet.
"Well," David continued, "this old goon decides to take an early morning helicopter ride last Saturday. And he flies all the way down the beach to that secluded spot where we intend to hold our parties. And ... and..." At this point he started to laugh.
Rhonda smiled broadly. "Well, what .happened? Let me in on the joke, will you?"
Dave brought himself under control and said, "well, that silly old bastard spotted me and my girl. She was blowing me." No sooner were the words out of his mouth than he paled, his smile vanishing as he wondered if he hadn't gone too far, hadn't been too bold with this older, married woman-even if she was obviously a very good-natured and worldly-wise person. So in a soft voice, trying to undo possible damage, he said, "I mean she was fellating me."
Rhonda grinned broadly, recalling that in the past week, following the sizzling sucking she had administered to the well-hung Jim
Keller, she had blown Paul Allen and Christopher Barnet twice and Keller two more times.
"That must have been something," she said at last. "What did the two of you do? Run like hell, I'll bet."
"Nope. We didn't do a damn thing. Vicky, that's my girl, just kept ... kept fellating me. We didn't stop even when that helicopter was no more than forty feet over our heads. Hardington figured he could scare us off, but we fooled him."
"He is a bastard, isn't he?" Rhonda said.
"You know the guy?" Henry asked, a puzzled expression on his angular black face.
Rhonda took a deep breath, then let out a sigh. "Guys," she began, "I'm going to level with you. I'm sure I can trust the both of you not to blab this all over the place."
"Blab what, Mrs.-, I mean, Rhonda?" Dave said.
Rhonda tossed back her head and laughed, her flaming hair fanning her beautiful face. With her eyes on the road she said, "Fellows, you're looking at one gal who appreciates good hot sex as much as you do. I happen to be a wife-swapper."
"A wife-swapper?" the teenage boys chorused, faint smiles forming on their faces.
"Sure. Now don't tell me you've never heard of married couples changing partners. Why, it's done every day in the week. Surely two very sophisticated kids like you should-"
"Oh, we're not surprised, Rhonda," Henry interrupted. "It's just that, well ... "
"Well, what?"
"What my buddy is trying to say," Dave began, coming to the rescue of a suddenly tongue-tied Henry Jackson, "is that we're not shocked to learn you're a swinger, but envious of those to whom you grant your favors."
Rhonda's eyebrows arched and she smiled. "My, but aren't we the diplomat, Mr. Maxwell? And a very handsome one to boot. Tell me, are you as adept at pleasing a woman sexually as you are at charming her with complimentary and ego-pleasing phrases?"
Dave and Henry were silent. A hundred different yet similar thoughts were suddenly darting about in their heads, all of them having to do with getting into this beautiful female's panties. That is, if she was wearing any.
The door had certainly been opened for them, they thought. If her last question wasn't a come-on, then they had never heard one before. This beautiful babe couldn't have been more direct had she come right out and said, "I want to get laid, fellas." But they would have to follow through with some tact, Henry and Dave thought. Maturity and some subtlety was called for, lest she decide they were mere juveniles and change her mind about screwing.
And neither Dave nor Henry would ever forgive themselves if they let such a desirable, well-stacked female squirm off the hook. They hadn't even bothered to bait the line, yet she had nibbled. Now they had but to reel her in.
"Well, I'm waiting for an answer, Dave," Rhonda said, still smiling as she turned the car onto Job's Lane. They were in Southampton now, heading very slowly into the pretty and tranquil center of town where they would find dozens of expensive, elegantly decorated shops.
"Rhonda, I have an idea," Dave began, attempting to sound purposeful and mature as he addressed the woman who was eleven years his senior. "And I think it's a good one."
"Oh, really? And what is this good idea of yours, David."
"I suggest you postpone your visit to the art gallery until another day and let Henry and I give you the grand tour of the beach. I mean that section of beach we're goin' to hold our parties. I think you'll find that more interesting than any old art gallery."
Rhonda didn't answer immediately, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Dave's hand inch along the car seat to her leg, his fingers finally creeping up and over her knee. And then her knee was being squeezed.
"Come on, Rhonda. How 'bout it? It would be a shame to spend a beautiful day like this indoors."
"That's for sure," Henry Jackson injected, nudging his buddy in the ribs. And maybe the three of us can go for a swim ... or something."
"Or something?" Rhonda asked, smiling.
"Or something." Dave echoed. Suddenly he was brimming over with confidence. He felt sophisticated and very wise, yet found it hard to contain his youthful eagerness as to his mind there came the very pretty picture of Rhonda Talbot, warm and naked and squirming on the sand, helpless in the grip of a lust inspired by his knowing hands.
"Now I'm waiting for an answer, Rhonda," he said.
Once again that sensuous smile began to form on the beautiful redhead's lovely face. She stepped lightly on the brake and brought the car to a gradual stop at the side of the road. She looked back, checked the oncoming cars, and when the way was clear she made a U-turn and started back.
"I wouldn't know a Picasso from a Warhol," she said finally, her voice sultry and deliciously mysterious as she turned to the young men and blessed them with a meaningful wink.
"Mmmmm ... that's nice, Dave," Rhonda purred, allowing herself to go limp as she savored the pleasurable sensations to course through her rapidly heating body.
"You're nice," Dave countered, smiling softly (a mature, compassionate smile, he thought) as his hard hands roamed over the lush contours of Rhonda's succulent mammaries. He trapped her hardening nipples between his thick fingers and pinched, eliciting from the titian-tressed temptress a soft sigh of approval.
Dave and Rhonda were lying on the sand, in almost the same spot where one week ago Vicky Andrews had conferred upon Dave a most enjoyable blow-job. Henry, Dave and Rhonda had gone through the motions, exploring the "beach" in a silly, superficial fashion before deciding to rest.
All knew full well that it was recreation and not rest which would ensue when they plunked themselves down onto the warm sand. The teenagers' tools wanted to stretch-not then-legs. And Rhonda's copper-colored cunt was beginning to moisten in anticipation of harboring two such youthful, hopefully experienced, pricks.
So it was that not long after depositing himself on the sand next to the ravishing redhead, after mere minutes of casual talk interspersed with chuckles, the muscular, weight-lifting Dave Maxwell had taken the bold step.
Wanting to conceal his great excitement, fearing that a display of great haste would botch the whole thing, he had moved to remove the top half of Rhonda's white pants suit, his handsome face bathed in a smile as his quivering fingers undid the buttons of the thin jacket.
But he need not have worried. Few and mild were the almost inaudible words of protest uttered by the excited Mrs. Talbot, who herself was trying desperately to remain cool and controlled. For her rapidly growing desire to be boffed by these two young bucks was seriously threatening to turn Dave's almost timid seduction into a wild and woolly rape.
Rhonda was now nude from the waist up, her thin brassiere having been removed right after her jacket. She was on her back, her lush body making an indentation in the white sand as Dave's hard hands continued to explore her mouth-watering melons and she squirmed with hot pleasure.
"Good ... ohh, so good," she sighed. "You have a nice touch, Dave. Strong ... demanding. But I really ... " she left the thought unfinished, a soft moan of delight drifting up from her throat and out her lovely lips as Dave dropped his head onto her gelatinous globes of flesh.
"But what?" Dave asked, nibbling now on Rhonda's blood-gorged nipples.
"I shouldn't ... shouldn't let you do this. I am married, you know, David."
"Uh huh, but you're also a swinger, Rhonda," Dave breathed. "A very beautiful, sexy swinger."
"Mmmmmm ... flattery will get you everywhere, young man."
Enough of that "young man" stuff, Dave thought, as he munched on Rhonda's creamy melons, his moist tongue leaving a trail of saliva as it scoured the smooth globes. She would forget all about his age once he was pistoning his cock in her hot twat. That much he was willing to guarantee.
A leering Henry Jackson was enjoying the sight of Rhonda and Dave petting on the sand. Moments ago he had bounced to his feet and had started to undress, shucking first his thin sport shirt, then his sneakers and dungarees. Now he tugged down his jockey shorts, balancing on one leg and then the other as he worked the garment around and off his feet.
Then he was bare-assed naked, his warm, slightly sweaty black body glistening in the sun. He dropped to his knees on the sand, his ebony erectile in full erection and his mind conjuring up the image of the lovely redhead passionately receiving his hard manhood.
Rhonda opened her eyes and saw the black teenager, a dreamy smile forming on her face as she viewed his stiff, pulsing pecker.
"What's the matter, Henry?" she asked, reaching out to embrace the teenager's tool. "Feel left out of things, huh?"
"There must be room for me somewhere," was Henry's reply, looking down as Rhonda commenced a gentle stroking of his black bone.
"There is, baby. There is, indeed."
Rhonda spent the next full minute caressing Henry's hard-on while thrilling to the warm hands and wet mouth of Dave Maxwell. But then it was no longer enough, not nearly enough. She had to take a more active role in the salacious proceedings.
And so she told Dave to cease his wanton sucking of her boobs, at the same time released
Henry's hard cock. Dave moved off, falling back on his haunches as he watched Rhonda get to her feet and begin removing the pants part of her pants suit.
The horny youths stared hungrily, their eyes riveted to the stunning female who within seconds would be clad in only her smooth skin. Rhonda peeled out of the white pants, revealing to the boys' appreciative gaze a pair of sheer, yellow briefs. Then, after delivering a wink and a smile, she removed these, too.
"Wow!" Henry exclaimed.
"Somethin' else," was Dave's excited comment.
"Does that mean you like?" Rhonda asked, grinning sexily.
"We like, we like," Henry blurted out, his eyes trying to take in everything at once, every square inch of the beautiful woman's-perfectly proportioned, naked body.
Rhonda felt a ripple of desire, shoot up her spine. How wonderfully wicked and perverse it was, she thought, to be standing here without a stitch on, to show off her beautiful body to two obviously appreciative young studs. It was not yet noon but here she was; savoring the admiring stares of a pair of teenagers she had only recently met, feeling decidedly wanton as she stood under the sun and courted their words of praise.
It was all so utterly shameful, so marvelously sinful. And, yes, just a little bit dangerous, for if some stroller should by chance stumble across the three of them, she would be hard put for an explanation. But then again, what the hell, she thought. If necessary, to keep the peace, she could always screw the stroller.
Rhonda looked at Dave, smiled and said, "Don't you think you should ... your dungarees, Dave."
"Oh. Yeah, of course." Snapping back to attention, the well-built blonde teenager jumped to his feet and immediately began shucking his clothes. In no time at all he was naked, his thin shirt, blue dungarees, shorts and sneakers now lying in a not so neat pile next to his friend's clothes.
Then Dave looked at Henry, trying with a bemused smile to silently communicate the pleasant problem facing them. Who would be the first to stick his cock into this luscious piece of tail?
Moved by the youth's moment of indecision, aware of what they were thinking, Rhonda came cheerfully to the rescue. She sank to her knees between the two teenagers, then rolled over onto her back.
"You're thinking that two into one won't go, right?" she smiled, wrapping her hands around the boys' stiff pricks as they shuffled forward on their knees, one on each side of her voluptuous body.
"We'll take turns, Rhonda," Dave said, hoping he sounded authoritative and masterful. "I'll take you first, and then-"
"Nope, it's not necessary, my young stud. There's room for you both in my body."
Dave frowned, "But I don't under-"
"A sandwich fuck!" exclaimed a grinning Henry Jackson, whose frequent trips to an Amsterdam Avenue whorehouse with a black buddy made him knowledgeable in such matters. (Those Puerto Rican sluts would take a cock anywhere and any time, and three times on Sunday.)
"A sandwich fuck," Dave echoed, cursing himself for not catching on immediately. Especially when just six weeks ago he and Peter White had "sandwiched" the nymphomaniacal, pill-popping Marcie Adams in her own home.
"Sure, man. One in her ass, the other in her cunt. Lotta gals I know love it that way. The old double-dicking routine."
Dave looked down at a still smiling Rhonda. "You want us to do that to you?" he asked, trying to decide how best to handle the problem posed by an affirmative answer. Who would fuck which hole?
"Uh huh. Do you have any objections, Dave?"
"None. Absolutely none, Rhonda."
"Good," the titian-tressed beauty grinned. "Shall we proceed?"
"Right," Henry said. He looked over at his white friend, received Dave's nod of agreement. Then the youths raised their right arms and clenched their fists. At the same time they brought their hands down, Henry spearing the air with two fingers, Dave with one.
"That's one for me," Dave said. "You know I always have odds."
"All right, you're one up," Henry frowned. "I'll get you this time," he added, again raising his clenched fist over his shoulder.
"Would you mind telling me what you're doing, gentlemen?" a flabbergasted Rhonda asked, looking first at one youth and then at the other. "If it's what I think-"
"Odds and evens, Rhonda," Dave explained, interrupting. "Henry is evens and I'm odds. Two out of three wins it."
"Wins it? You mean you're deciding by this stupid game who ... I think you're both odds."
Dave looked at Henry. "Rhonda's right," he said sternly, determined to recapture the composure and confidence which he had somehow managed to lose in the space of seconds. "This is ridiculous. I'll do it regular-you take the rear entrance. Fair enough?"
"Really now, fellas," Rhonda chimed in.
"Fair enough," Henry said quickly, fearing that further delay would find him watching an irate Rhonda dressing and leaving him to masturbate. The thought that he might have to manually accomplish that which this luscious white wench could provide was almost too painful to bear.
Rhonda released the boys' thick cocks and turned onto her side, a sigh of thanksgiving escaping her lips now that a decision had been reached. Immaturity, thy name is youth, she thought, as Dave and his buddy worked themselves into position, one in front and one behind her lush body.
But the feel of the two hard cocks probing her orifices, fore and aft, helped to quickly dissipate the feelings that she was but a large chunk of meat to be haphazardly punctured by fleshy spears. Her desires to be royally screwed, which had diminished somewhat during the teenagers' odds and evens game, now quickly returned in full and fiery force.
"Mmmmmm, that's the way to do it, Dave," she purred, draping her left leg over the teenager's thighs as he began working his rock-hard pecker up into her twitching vagina. "Slow and easy does it, my young lover."
Rhonda felt Henry's black bone pushing against her small anus, the bulbous head knocking defiantly at that small opening and demanding access to her bowels. Then, when with a sudden forward thrust he sank two inches of meaty manhood into her rectum, Rhonda emitted a grunt of pain and curled against Dave.
"Easy back there, Henry," she cautioned. "I'm a big girl and I've been corn-holed before, but just remember that isn't a ship's porthole you're puttin' your cock through."
"Yeah, all right," Henry grunted, pleased that he had punched his way into the beautiful woman's posterior without very much difficulty. No doubt her husband reams her regularly, he thought, beginning now to inch his fat black cock up into her creamy bottom.
"Good, huh?" Dave asked, his face scant inches from Rhonda's. He had succeeded in planting almost all of his stiff prick in her warm, mushy cunt, and now, his confidence restored, he wanted the woman to affirm the fact of his manhood.
"Good-it's very good," was the redhead's reply. "Move it now, baby. In and out-hard and deep."
Shit, she doesn't have to tell me what to do, Dave thought, as he commenced reaming Rhonda's syrupy vagina with his sawing bone.
Rhonda remained almost motionless, allowing the white youth to slowly but firmly fuck her front while in back the black boy was worming his manhood up into her broad bottom.
Delicious, she thought, simply delicious. Two at a time was one of her most favorite sexual treats, one she had not yet given herself this summer. She recalled the size of James Keller's beautiful organ and made a mental note to have him ass fuck her at the earliest opportunity.
But right now she was very satisfied being sandwiched by these two young men, both of whom seemed experienced in matters sexual despite the immaturity they had evidenced earlier. Dave was continuing to churn her cunt with his hard cock and the almost completed invasion of her rectum was thrilling her no end.
"Ohhh, yes," she purred happily. 'That is good. Bang it into me, Davey boy. Show me your strength, stud."
Dave grinned. He was in control now and loving it. Although his position was a bit awkward, he managed to slip a hand between his body and Rhonda's and begin a rough massage of her tits. Slowing the pace only slightly, he wriggled closer and then mashed his mouth over the beautiful redhead's.
Henry was elated. He had succeeded in burying his black bone to the balls in Rhonda's luscious ass-a succulent white ass. And now he squirmed even closer to the lush female, pressing his chest into her smooth, unblemished back and nuzzling his face in her long flaming hair.
Rhonda moaned into Dave's mouth when she felt Henry begin to ream her rectum, the feel of his hard black bone sawing rhythmically in and out of her hot, clasping shit chute fanning the ever growing flame of lust within her.
Dave suddenly broke the kiss and buried his head in Rhonda's creamy shoulder, his face pressing hotly against the side of hers as without pause he continued screwing her copper-colored cunt. He could feel his friend's cock through the thin membrane which separated Rhonda's cunt from her after passage.
"Yes, fuck me, boys," Rhonda moaned, beginning to move now with her young lovers. "Screw me to pieces with your wonderful cocks."
"Man, she's a hot bitch," Henry said, his voice thick with passion. "And her ass-it's somethin' else, buddy."
"Tight, huh?" Dave grunted.
"Like puttin' ... puttin' your prick into a butter-coated vise."
"Fuck her good, pal," Dave advised. "Make her know it."
"Ohh ... uhhh ... arhhh ... " Rhonda grunted, very willingly enduring the steady buffeting of her body. "Fuck me hard, boys. Screw those pricks deep into me."
The ravishing redhead was chock full of cock, skewered like a chicken on a spit. She squirmed with joy, thrusting her hips forward to greet Dave's hot dick as it boomed into her hungry vagina, shoving them back to welcome Henry's ebony erectile as it tunneled up into her stretched shit chute.
"Tell us you like it, baby," Dave ordered, a strange sense of power sweeping over him as he continued corkscrewing his bloated bone into Rhonda's mushy, molten love oven. "Let's hear those happy words of love."
"I-I told you, Dave," Rhonda breathed hotly, her face flushed with excitement. "You know I love it, baby. It's-ugh-ahhh."
"Better than your husband, huh? Better than ... what you get from your swinging friends, right?"
The titian-haired beauty didn't answer. Although dazed by passion, she was aware of the not so subtle change taking place in the seventeen year old youth. He was becoming crude and arrogant and not a little cruel. Fully aware that he and his black buddy were giving her much pleasure; conscious, too, of the fact that she was an older, married woman-albeit, a swinging adult-Dave figured he had the right to lord it over her.
"What's she say, man?" Henry asked, his voice thickening as he continued pistoning his hard prick in Rhonda's quivering bottom.
"Nothin' yet, pal. But maybe..." Dave left the thought unfinished as he suddenly began to thrust violently into the woman's womanhood, using his cock as some sort of fleshy knife and slashing away at her viscid vagina.
"Urgh! Ugh!" Rhonda grunted. "Don't-take it-"
"Sock it to her, Henry," Dave shouted. "Smash it up her dirty ass."
Henry wasted no time in following his friend's directive, accelerating the speed of his fierce plunges into Rhonda's rectum until his black ass was bucking and bouncing crazily.
"Oww! You're hurting me now," Rhonda whined. "Slow-slow it down. You're-owwww!"
'This is ... what you like, baby," Dave panted, beads of perspiration forming on his warm body as he continued smashing his rock-hard cock into Rhonda's love canal.
"No-too much. Too hard ... too fast."
"The best you've ever had, baby. Is that right?"
"Better than ... than her swapping friends," Henry chimed in, as he ground his ebony cock into the redhead's stretched shit chute.
Rhonda groaned.
"All right," Rhonda gasped. "You're great. The both of you are the best. I love it. I love your big cocks. I've never ... never been fucked so good. Hear me, Dave? You're the greatest."
Dave emitted a throaty, passionate chuckle, then reduced the pace of the prick. He had elicited from this beautiful woman ego-enlarging words of praise and now he was satisfied. Henry, too, was very pleased, and like his buddy he stopped the savage thrusts of his hard prick.
Immaturity, thy name is teenager, Rhonda thought once again.
For the next several minutes the two youths continued punching their thick, blood-gorged cocks into the redhead's trembling body. And Rhonda, now that she had the situation under some control once again, responded enthusiastically to the dual dicking.
Grunting and groaning, the trio rocked and rolled on the sand, the burning sun overhead bothering them not at all. Henry and Dave timed their hard thrusts into Rhonda's body so that she was never without a thick cock. When the white youth slipped his tool out of her weeping vagina, the black one boomed his bone up into her clinging rectum. And when Henry was withdrawing his shit-stained tool, Dave was storming Rhonda's cunt with his meaty member.
In fact, so thrilling was the hot double dicking the boys were giving her, that Rhonda was more than willing to forgive them their occasional lapses into childish behavior. Boys they might be, she thought, but their cocks, their thick, plunging cocks, could please the most demanding of women.