Chapter 7
Donna Blocker hung up the phone again and stood as if stunned. She turned to Phil who cocked an eye and she said, "Fix me a bloody Mary, will you? Phil, just how the hell do you figure these things?"
"Human nature, baby."
"Do you know who that was?"
"One of the Colemans," he said in a bored voice.
"One of the ... That was Anne herself. She sounded as if she had had a little too much to drink and said-in no uncertain terms that she and her husband were taking us up on our invitation for drinks."
"Great!"
"Phil?"
"What?"
"I'm scared," Donna said, biting her lips prettily. "I mean, supposing it doesn't work out? Supposing it gets into an ugly scene?"
"You just be yourself, do as I say, dress like I say and there won't be any trouble at all. It was Anne that called, huh?"
"Yes, I thought it would be Jim."
"So did I. Apparently the puritan in Anne is a pretty lustful soul. This is going to be easier than I thought. Look, get ready, get dressed and let's have some hors de'oeuvre out. Not that they'll eat. You put that dress on that I told you about. Okay? "
Donna gave him a smile. "It's going to be a big night."
Both the Colemans were pretty tipsy by the time they walked the distance between their summer homes. Anne held hands with Jim and gripped him fiercely. A great change came over her since the beach and now she seemed to be barely able to conceal a fierce sexuality. She looked at her husband with a smutty smile. "Maybe we'll be in the bedroom where we saw them the other night, right where they were ..."
"Yes?" he asked, looking at her and cocking his head.
"Fucking," she said and the word seemed to hang in the air like some kind of heavy liquid or a blanketing fog through which they had to walk. She had said it so deliberately and slowly. Since last night and this afternoon, she was a different person. Something roiled in her groin and wouldn't go away.
While dressing at home, Jim had mixed martinis and they each had one before going to the Blocker's. Anne was wearing a bright orange dress that was cut lower than anything she possessed. If her husband was going to another woman, she was damn well sure she was going to get another man looking at her.
And Phil Blocker was the man to look. He met them at the front door and stood there with a leer on his face, mentally undressing Anne.
Anne had to sit carefully, for she realized just how much she'd had to drink and she thought: I'm getting swacked! I'd better take it easy.
Jim and Phil were awkward and almost hostile toward one another until Phil, after mixing all the drinks, offered immediately to show them around the house. Each then felt they had something to talk about until they got to the bedroom and Phil said, "And here is the magic waterbed. Would you care to try it out?"
Anne gave a stifled kind of laugh and Jim shrugged with some color coming to his face. Suddenly, the conversation was gone like a capricious wind, leaving them all becalmed, standing around the bed, none of them knowing what to say. Phil let out a snort, took a good slug of his drink and said, "Why don't you two girls try it out together?"
"Sounds like a great idea to me," Donna said right on cue and flopped down on the bed, looking at Anne and giving out a confidential woman laugh. Anne giggled-and joined her, her eyes widening as she felt herself lying on warm fluid that molded itself to her body perfectly.
It was like floating on the top of a bath. It was so unexpectedly enjoyable that she let out a little laugh as they undulated with waves of warm water passing beneath their cool bodies as they relaxed.
Jim tried to conceal his reaction and pretend he was choking on his drink as he turned away. Donna Blocker wasn't wearing anything under her miniskirt! He had been standing next to Phil, looking down and trying to keep the lechery out of his face as he looked at her petite form with those firm well-shaped breasts straining to get out from underneath her dress. Donna had laughed at Anne and Anne laughed back and Donna had kind of kicked her legs and he saw the naked lewd tight bottom of her buttocks, saw the deep crack between her tight cheeks and saw a flash of black pubic hair and a hint of a vulva-the rapidly swelling vaginal lip.
Jim cleared his throat and turned to smile down at Anne. Her dress was riding pretty high on her thighs and he began to wonder if she had anything more on than Donna! Again, his eyes slipped down. Donna Blocker was wearing a very simple white miniskirt that clung to her form like honey to a cracker and lay with it above her thighs, plainly exposing her cunt to his eyes. He looked up to see a defiant smile on her face and then down to see her soft downy pubic hair and the lips of her cunt folded deep between her legs.
He looked at Anne not knowing what to do and discovered that Anne was not looking at him; she was looking at Phil as his frankly greedy eyes took in her Olympian form and they exchanged long looks and smiles. There the two women were, naked underneath their clothes, so desirable as they made the water move underneath them with subtle movements of their hips and shoulders that set the water in motion so that other relaxed parts of their bodies might undulate and rotate.
Jim was paralyzed, not knowing what to do, unable to take his eyes from Donna's petite and creamy little cunt. Perhaps she didn't know, perhaps he was the only one in the whole room that knew.
Phil Blocker solved-shattered-that quandary for him by lying down on the bed next to his wife and kissing her firmly on the mouth while his hand reached down and carelessly mussed her dress so that more of her cunt-her whole flat firm stomach-was visible.
Anne was not looking at her husband, she was looking at Phil Blocker, next to her, kissing his wife. And abandoned lewdness went through her like she never felt before. It was with a hungry beseeching look that she finally turned to Jim and begged him with open arms, to share the delights of their neighbors' water bed.
He flopped down beside her, making more waves and causing Phil to lift his head and whisper something that burned like acid. "Come on, what the hell!"
They all knew what he meant and not a word was said when he rolled over and snapped the lights out. A full moon hung over the ocean, illuminating each breaker as they came in and slowly, the room was flooded with soft light that seemed to make each figure stand out more distinctly yet darkened shadows in the room and Donna's visible crotch took on even a deeper mystery.
"Come on, what the hell!" The words snapped through the air like electricity and Jim was conscious of a vicious red-hot hard-on that had been building in his pants ever since they started walking over and he felt Anne's hands glide lightly over his groin as one of her knees raised itself in the air. Only she wasn't looking at her husband, she was looking into the eyes of Phil Blocker.
Outside, Delasandro sat in his parked truck, cursed the bright moonlight and watched the Blocker bungalow, waiting for any light to come on before he left the safety of his truck and ventured out.
Inside the house, Phil Blocker put his hand over his wife's cunt as she spread her legs ever so slightly and he heard a low tortured moan escape her lips as his middle finger expertly felt her wetness. Yet his eyes were on the writhing Nordic figure of Anne next to Donna. Jim had his hand up her skirt and was feeling around while Anne was using both her hands to unzip his pants and feel for his prick in the moonlight.
Phil grinned to himself; it was always the way, the most timid, the most haughty, the most superior, were always the most sensuous, always the most lewd and, yes, obscene, in their behavior.
It was true, after the night before and after the sexually exciting but frustrating afternoon on the beach, Anne found herself the driving force of the foursome! After Phil's dare, she was now taking her tense husband's prick out of his pants and stroking it in front of two virtual strangers! It was wrong, it was evil, it was humiliating and it was lewd and sensual and obscene and she was loving every minute of it as she stared daringly at Phil Blocker's face with a somewhat drunken defiance.
Donna was following suit and unzipping Phil's pants as he ran his hands up under her miniskirt and felt and caressed her naked breasts.
Then it was Anne kneeling in the moonlight, rising on her knees to peel her dress off over her head and toss it into the shadows on the floor. Then it was Anne, brazen, utterly unashamed, taking off her bra like she was a stripper in a private club, knowing that three other people on the bed were watching her breasts pop free, seeing them leap in unison as the flimsy bra fell away and her breasts, with the nipples standing out taut and bullet-shaped in the moonlight, revealing her excitement in all its wanton splendor. Her hands drifted languidly from her breasts down over the smoothly flat firmness of her stomach and rested on her bikini panties. In a slow sensuous wiggling lift of each knee, she was free of them and naked.
Donna, aided by Phil was next, simply pulling her dress up over her head and abandoning it as she writhed naked, next to her husband and a kneeling Anne with Jim on the far side, looking at Donna's nakedness between his wife's thighs.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Phil taking off his clothes and he did likewise, tearing at his shirt and pants in his frantic effort to become naked.
Phil took the play away from Anne by crawling over his wife's legs to lewdly take in Anne's naked loveliness, her luscious full thighs, wide hips with a slim all around waist that topped firm beautiful full buttocks.
Anne responded to his gaze by falling back on the waterbed, allowing it to undulate her body in any way it wished as her tits jutted up into the air. Phil was like a big black shadow as he fell on her lovely naked body and they rocked together as Jim, feeling his cock aching so hard he thought it might break, crawled across the rolling surface of the waterbed to where a waiting Donna Blocker lay limp with her legs spread slightly.
Jim paused long enough to take in her loveliness and the way her thighs met to form the loveliness of her crotch and there, among the soft black pubic hair, was the slit of her cunt and he caught the glint of moonlight of the moistness captured there and he sensed her excitement was as wild as his own. Despite himself, he shivered; here he was, about to fuck another man's wife with the husband in the same room. More than that, his wife, his very own wife was right next to him and about to be fucked by another man. For one second, Jim thought he was going to cum right then and there. But, no; a surge, a greater feeling of lust and lewdness swept over him and hovering over Donna, using his elbows he gently lowered his weight on top of her while she slowly put her arms around his neck, her hand on the back of his neck, and slowly pulled his face down and slowly ran her tongue into his mouth as she equally slowly spread her shapely legs. She was petite and tanned, even in the moonlight, and her figure was full and voluptuous.
Carefully using his strength, containing for the moment the seething lewdness in his loins, he lowered himself until the flatness of his hard heavy prick lay along the length of her palpitating slit. Lifting her hips free of the water bed, she allowed her hands to slip down under her firm tight buttocks and she lowered them as her fingers clawed the lips of her cunt wide and she used her vaginal muscles to half grip the penis and she clamped her pretty thighs tight shut, imprisoning his aching prick with layers of warm flesh.
He found that any movement on his part only caused his excitement to increase as he felt the shaft of his prick move against the wetness of her slit.
He half moaned aloud as he watched her lick the fingers of one hand until they were wet. Then, prying with her whole body so they tilted dangerously for a moment while she reached underneath her round firm buttocks and her wet hand rubbed the swelling blood-filled head of Jim's pounding cock and his moan was audible across the room.
Phil had attacked Anne's Olympian form violently, seizing her by the wrists and pinning her to the undulating rhythm of the water bed and stuck his tongue deep into her hot wet mouth and felt her tongue wiggle in passionate response. He crashed with all his weight on top her, his knee wedging itself brutally between her soft firm thighs and forcing her legs apart.
Yet Anne was far from resisting even though she was in such a helpless position, her hands pinned above her head by a grip that was so hard she was sure she was going to have black and blue marks the next day. He treated her with a massive muscular disdain, treating her like some cheap whore who deserved no better treatment. Roughly, his hand caressed and massaged her breasts, his thumb and forefinger roughly, sadistically, tweaking and twisting the nipples of her huge melon-like breasts.
The moans that escaped her bruised lips were ones of pure pleasure at being so roughly treated. She winced in pain as his fingers stabbed between her legs, roughly and rudely exploring her cunt. Fingers stabbed in and out then both of his rude hands were forcing her thighs wide apart and she trembled with fear as she felt the dry massive head of his prick roughly rubbing against the wet slit of her cunt and her whole body shook more as she willingly stretched her legs apart and bent her knees so they were covering her breasts yet completely opening her cunt to any ravagement he might want to visit on it.
Donna wiggled her hips and giggled over Jim's trapped penis. The look of torture on his face was enough to make her giggle. Her hands guiding, she got him to lay over on his side, his prick still trapped while she rubbed her clitoris against his pubic hair and caused her sensuality to intensify. With a grin, she loosened his penis from her thighs and began slipping down on the undulating water bed as he rolled over on his back.
Her tongue found his neck and snaked its wet way down over his stomach while her fingers closed over the rock hard desire in his cock.
Slowly, her fingers stroked his manliness and pulled the sheath of skin back, revealing the mushroom head of his prick throbbing and pounding in her hand. Now she laid her head upon his stomach, her hair spraying out, and stared at the strange prick in her hand. One glance across the bed told her that Phil was already beginning to fuck Anne and that Jim, with a look of dreamy lewdness, was watching his wife get fucked while Donna let her tongue lick his loins all around his ramrod cock.
Teasingly, looking up at him through her eyelashes so she could watch the result on his face, she let the tip of her tongue flick over the very head of his cock and lick off the drop of cum that had secreted from the gland. Her lips smacked over the taste and her tongue flicked out like that of a snake, striking the head of his prick with its very wet tip.
Jim tensed as if a current of twenty-thousand volts was racing through his body. His eyes were closed and his teeth gritted. He felt a moan of pleasure go through every nerve in his body as he felt her hot wet mouth close over the head of his cock-and suck. It felt so good he thrust his hips forward lewdly, so that she could take more of his throbbing member in her mouth.
Anne couldn't keep from moaning to herself as she felt the dry brutally big and massive head of Phil's prick beginning to lean its weight against her vulnerable cunt. Phil, leaning all his weight on one elbow and reaching between her legs and roughly spreading the slit of her vagina so that his member slid up and down and became lubricated, then began pressing, spreading the walls of her cunt, stretching them further than they ever had been before.
He is so big! flashed through her mind, he might hurt me!
Nevertheless, it seemed so exciting to be lying on the water bed and stealing glimpses of another woman sucking her husband's prick while he threw his head back and moaned in obvious enjoyment.
Donna's head began a slow rhythm up and down, her head bobbing slowly at first then increasing in tempo as her lips sucked around the shaft of his prick, sealing out any air save that which she breathed through her nostrils as she took more and more of the length of his member into her mouth.
The head of Jim's prick was beginning to bang against the back of her throat. Still, he didn't give a damn as he felt his hips beginning to pump lewdly in time with the bobbing of her head.
Phil's hand was slowly spreading Anne's vagina wider than ever before and she winced, determined to relax. If Donna could take it, so could she. She sprawled on her back and saw Donna sucking Jim's prick and felt a pang of jealousy that was quickly gone and replaced with a feeling of how lewd and lovely they looked and how she would look when she eventually did that to Phil.
She was sure she was going to suck Phil's prick sometime during the night. Sometime in the night, she was going to do everything; including cum; and she was going to do as much as possible of that!
Anne thrilled as she felt Phil's mushroom cockhead splitting her so wide; and her husband was there, getting his prick sucked while he watched another man's cock penetrate her cunt. She used her vaginal muscles and feminine guile to wrap her pussy tight around Phil's thundering head then let the muscles twitch and throb and she watched his face to see what effect the action would have.
Phil gritted his teeth and his eyes narrowed. In a few minutes he was going to be fucking this little bitch to within precious inches of her life and have her moaning for more.
Jim let his head loll back and he watched his wife and her teasing twitching of Phil Blocker's cock and felt the full wet impact of Donna's mouth as she took all, every inch, of his prick in her mouth and sucked and he thanked God for the orgasm he had had earlier on the beach. If it wasn't for that, he would be cumming in her mouth now. In fact, the idea of cumming in some woman's mouth while his wife watched, excited him so that he moaned and thrust his hips forward.
Anne was dying to be fucked, to have his huge member hurting her, plunging in and out of her ravaged cunt-yet she wanted him hotter, wanted him writhing, like Jim was, wanted him fighting to get a chance to fuck her. Using all her strength, she put her hands against his hairy muscular chest and pulled away, closing her legs and wiggling down as she did so. Phil fought to keep his ramrod cock caressing the slit of her cunt but when he saw her direction and felt her hot wet tongue on his chest, he relaxed and began rolling over on his back, his eyes half closed. Now her husband was going to see her give Phil a blow job. He was going to see it and not care!
Phil lay back, his eyes half closed as he watched Donna increasing her rhythmic sucking of Jim Coleman's prick and he felt Anne's tongue hurrying down across his hairy stomach toward his huge throbbing prick. Her hands encircled it and squeezed it, finding it incredibly thick and hard and hot! Anne opened her eyes to see the huge mushroom head of his cock right before her face and to feel his strong fingers tangling themselves in her hair and pushing her face toward that ramrod cock. This was no passive lover who was willing to wait!
She opened her mouth and tasted the cock and found she liked it and let her lips be tight, like rubberbands, around the thick shaft. It was more than a mouthful and she felt her own cunt cream at the thought of sucking a stranger's prick while her husband watched! She felt his hips twitch and the prick slid deeper into her mouth, almost choking her. Nevertheless she took it while her buttocks pumped the empty air in a lewd and lascivious movement.
The last shred of hesitation or inhibition had left them all. They were like animals as they writhed together on the water bed, oblivious to everything but pleasure!
The two women sucked on the cocks with all their might as they all watched this orgiastic spectacle they were indulging in.
It was Anne again, Anne, the transformed animal, full of hot writhing juices, her body covered with sweat who broke away from Phil's grip and threw herself on her back where she rocked with the warm water below and felt Phil climb on top of her and his weight crush her even further down into the molding water bed.
Donna slowly let Jim's prick ooze out of her mouth before she reached up and pushed him back so that he was relaxed on his back as she started squirming up on her knees, feeling between her legs for his wet slippery cock.
She knelt on either side of his waist and leaned forward so that her lovely full breasts would be in his face and her fingers guided his prick to the waiting but frayed lips of her vagina. She plunged his cock home into her hidden recesses as she squatted down on him and wiggled her ass around.
With a moan of delight, Jim put his hands around her slim waist and guided her hips in an up and down movement while he watched his wife being subjected to a fierce and savage fucking from Phil with a look of sheer ecstasy on her face.
Phil had her on her back with her knees so bent and drawn up they were crushing her breasts and completely exposing her cunt and asshole for his ravishment. Phil's big lubricated prick was moving in and out of her cunt like a massive battering ram that was growing stronger and wilder with each savage thrust.
Donna was acting as if her hips and thighs were on ball bearings as she gyrated and rotated and sank to the hilt on Jim's prick as he held onto her waist for dear life. Her breasts trembled in front of his face, jiggling firmly and exciting him all the more.
Phil was gripping Anne with all his strength as he really began to fuck her until she was crying out with pain as his mushroom cockhead banged against her cervix and caused her eyes to roll so that they showed white. Incoherent obscenities and exhortations were coming from her lips in a stream.
Jim felt his cum welling up in his balls and he thought if he let Donna tantalize him like this much longer, he would cum. Yet, as she bucked and writhed like someone gone mad, he felt he couldn't... didn't... want to stop her.
He came with a roar, thrusting his hips up so that he lifted a writhing Donna high into the moonlight and pumped hot sperm into her creaming, writhing, twitching cunt.
Phil's balls slapped rhythmically against Anne's exposed buttocks and Anne closed her eyes and tried to keep the rattling moan out of her voice that was going to herald the orgasm building in her loins. Suddenly, under Phil's battering thrusts, it came suddenly. "Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhha!" and her body twisted like a burning straw in a bonfire, helpless before the passion she felt in her body.
Phil threw himself on his wife Donna like a linebacker making a tackle. They fucked together with Phil falling on top of petite Donna who accepted his brutal moves with her legs wide-split. They fucked with the brazen lewdness and pride of two people who had just brought something off.
In his mind, Phil knew, that from now on, Jim and Anne Coleman were his puppets with whom he would do as he wanted.