Chapter 4
Waiting for Suzie, Jack stood under a street-lamp on the sidewalk outside her dormitory. He waited around the corner from the main entrance, out of sight of the rifle-bearing pigs who stood guard. The odor of tear gas lingered in the air as an unpleasant reminder of the storm, but the night was very still, so calm it was almost eerie. This street had been shut off to auto traffic and the only sound was the occasional crackle of a walkie-talkie.
Since the riot had started as a result of the invasion of a women's dorm by a small group of male students, and since free access to the women was one of the current demands, some police "strategist" deemed it wise to set up the guard. Not wanting to attract notice to himself by having a pig accompany him to the house telephone and then breathe over his shoulder while he tried to speak to her, Jack had called Suzie from his own dorm and arranged to meet her on the walk in fifteen minutes.
He saw a lone figure approach and, thinking he recognized the swing of familiar hips, he took several steps toward it only to startle an unfamiliar female, who gave him an unusually wide berth. Hostile atmosphere in this town tonight, he thought. A few minutes later, he glanced at an approaching pair of girls without recognizing them until he was spoken to.
"Janet wanted to come to the meeting. I told her you wouldn't mind," Suzie said.
"No, not at all," he said, smiling at her with pursed lips. He hadn't seen her or given her a thought since he and Suzie had together had sex with her. Now, in the back of his mind, he wondered what she thought, but her face was immobile. They walked the six blocks to the meeting, which was to be held at the house of one of Jack's friends, and the purpose of which was to plan the total boycott of classes. The girls chattered to each other, effervescently; they had both brushed their hair and seemed somehow pristine. Jack was still worried about Suzie, who had been raped by the pig just two days before. It seemed to have left her mind. She seemed strangely distant at the moment and, as the girls chattered about trivialities, he found himself wondering if maybe they hadn't just eaten each other out, or something. With that thought he felt unneeded and out of it.
But those feelings left him once they reached the planning session. George had purchased a few jugs of Red Mountain and everyone else had arrived. Besides Ann, George's old lady, Erich and Betty were present, and Larry and Jim had shown. As Jack followed the girls into the room, George, who opened the door to admit them, looked from Janet to Jack and raised his eyebrows inquisitively. Jack in turn shrugged and nodded. They were a tight-knit group and they didn't want any finks among them, but Jack tended to trust girls he'd known carnally, assuming that his feelings of goodwill were reciprocal.
"Hey, Jack," Larry called, "wanna give a little speech tomorrow?"
"How little?"
"The usual. Big enough to do the job."
"I don't know if I'm up to it," Jack said, speaking honestly. He was usually quite up to it. "How about George? Maybe he can do it." "He hasn't volunteered." "I'll warm them up for him." "George?"
"Sure. I'll need some help."
"Have we got leaflets ready?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, Jim's got one all ready to run off." Jim had a mimeograph machine in his basement. "And the Daily Quest will come out with a front-page editorial demanding a complete boycott of classes."
"Partly in protest against pig savagery," someone added. "And inside Tom's going to run two full pages of those pictures you got."
"I thought they were pretty good myself," Jack said. "Best yet." Jack usually turned his photos over to Tom to develop; this time, however, remembering the four on the end of the roll of film, he had insisted on doing them himself, all alone in the darkroom. Those four candid snapshots of Kathy Kimbal were everything he hoped for: in the first the woman was obviously out of her head with passion and in the others she had just as obviously been fucked, the perfect picture of desire sated.
"Some people will insist on going to class anyway. How are we going to bring them into line?"
"Disrupt classes?"
"If you're feeling fleet-footed."
"If they don't have a goddamn pig in every corridor."
"That brings us to a very touchy subject," said Jack quietly. "Pigs. Now we have to figure out what to do about Pig Mullins."
"Pig Mullins?" somebody asked.
"Yes," said George, with a glance at Suzie out of the corner of his eye. "There is a pig who spent the night last Friday in the women's wing down on the farm. This pig molested some of our sisters and was quite nasty about it. When our pig had disappeared into the bowels of the prison with one of his victims, it seems Lieutenant Somebody came into the wing and wanted to know where Pig Mullins was. We're more or less assuming at this point his name is Mullins."
"File a complaint with the American Civil Liberties Union," someone suggested.
"Bullshit."
"What'd he do, anyway?"
"Stripped our sisters naked and worked them over with his nightstick, most unkindly, and that was only the beginning," George said. "A typical pig pervert."
"The Captain'd slap his wrists and tell him not to do it again," someone said. "Obviously, we've gotta off him," someone said tentatively. "Off Pig Mullins for the sisters."
"How?"
"Hey, that's an idea for a manual'How To Off a Pig'hell, we could sell it nationwide. Make a little bread." "Okay," George said, "you figure it out."
Throughout this discussion, Suzie had sat looking down at her hands, not daring to look up. So demure was she that most of those present figured out that she was the one defiled. But she couldn't help it. She didn't know Jack had told anyone about it, and certainly hoped that he hadn't told George everything. The whole experience had been so humiliating and degrading, so personal that she didn't want anyone to know about it. She had managed to avoid thinking about it all day.
"How long's Kimbal going to hold out? That's the question," Ann said.
"Not much longer," Jack said. "If he lets the governor send the troops in, things'll get so bloody he'll have to shut the place down for the rest of the year."
"We ought to demand he shut down the university."
"Well, we accomplish that with the boycott of classes, in effect."
"Well, in your little talk tomorrow," Jack said, "stress our nonviolent intentions, and that we have only one basic goalopening up the dorms. Don't mention sex."
"Yeah, that'll lay it all on Kimbal's doorstep: if anyone else gets his head busted, it's all Kimbal's fault."
"All he's gotta do is ease up on the Victorian dormitory regulations."
"Wait for the TV cameras tomorrow noon," Jack said, "and then say that loud and clear."
Suzie and Janet understandably found the meeting a little disorganized. Everything seemed to be mentioned once and then before it could be fully discussed it was droppedit was all very hazy to a newcomer, yet there was so much raw energy afloat in the room that it was also dizzying. Would these people actually go out and do everything they said they would?
What the girls had no way of knowing was that this group had planned and executed at least one successful riot per year for the past seven years. The faces had changed; in fact, none of the original group remained. But as the older members went on to graduate schools or jobs or moved to communes in the country, younger members were cautiously taken in. There were no badges and there were occasional dropouts. It was a gradual turnover process, passing the torch from hand to hand, and this was essentially the same elitist group who fomented the Filthy Speakers' Movement in 1964. They all knew what they were doing, having done it before, and did not need to detail their strategy. Through practice and belief they had become adept at their jobs, and in a sense, they were functional revolutionaries.
The jug had made several turns around the room, and with the smell of success in the air; spirits were high,
but the party didn't last long. There was a full day ahead. Jim would be up most the night mimeographing his leaflets and would have to round up leaflets before he could hit the sack. Erich and Betty were going to set up the picket line and had to be up early. Neither Jack nor George had any duties until eleven or so, when they would have to set up loudspeakers. Larry gave Jim a ride home on his Harley, and Erich and Betty moseyed upstairs to their part of the duplex.
George had just taken a long noisy swig of Red Mountain, holding the jug in the crook of his arm, when Suzie asked, "You don't really intend to kill him, do you?"
"Naw," George said, "maybe we'll just steal his nightstick and cut off his balls."
Suzie gulped at the thought, but couldn't help smiling. And then she blushed, hoping Jack hadn't told him that she'd been ... that she had responded to the damned nightstick.
Realizing that they had a genuine ingenue on their hands, George said, "Well, you agree that the man deserves some kind of retribution, don't you?" When Suzie didn't immediately answer, he repeated, "Don't
you!?"
"Of course," she said. "It's just that I hate to see anybody killed."
"Don't fret, honeychile," George said, taking another swig on his jug and then offering it to Jack. "And if you went to the chief pig and told him your tale, do you think he'd believe you?" he added. "No," she said. She couldn't imagine herself telling it again to anyone. "Well, then," George said. "We obviously have to do it ourselves."
George's old lady Ann walked in front of him at that moment and he reached forward to latch ahold of her wrist, pulling her off balance and onto his lap. "Lover boy wants a kiss," he said.
"No!" she said, casting a helpless glance at Janet and Suzie, one of whom was in, and the other on the arm of, an easy chair. But George was insistent, turning her head with both his hands and planting a big wet kiss on her lips. She kissed him back and then, when he began mauling her breasts, she drew back and shoved his hands away.
The girls didn't know what to make of this and if Jack hadn't been grinning broadly, they might have been embarrassed for Ann. To Jack it was a familiar scene. Sometimes when one or two intimate friends were around, George would give her a hassle, half stripping her if he could before she leapt up and ran off, whereupon he'd chase her into the bedroom.
A firm grip on her waist, George bounced his wife on his knee for a moment, and seemed content with that. "Give your honeys some Red Mountain," George said. "Can't have them looking so damn sober. Not on the eve."
"The eve of what?" Ann asked.
"Hell, I don't know," George said. "Hard to say just what'll happen next. On the eve of victory. Or maybe just on the eve of the battle."
"You're a hopeless romantic," Ann said, giggling.
"Next fight might be the last," he said. "Enjoy it while you can." At this, he again clutched her breast, laughing.
She tried shoving him away, but he was far stronger than she. Ann had very thin arms, especially for a woman with such full breasts. She had nursed one child and her breasts had fallen slightly without becoming any the less shapely. She was broad-hipped and had slender legs. She seemed to relax as George massaged her right breast, rolling it around on her rib cage.
Carrying the jug to the girls, Jack moved from where he'd been sitting at the table and leaned against the wall near the easy chair. The three passed the jug back and forth.
When George let go of Ann's breast it jiggled visibly for a moment, from having been dropped, and her erect nipple pressed a point in the material of her blouse. When George worked to undo a button, she pushed at his hands, saying, "No, George! Don't!" But he calmly drew both her hands behind her back and held them there with one of his while he rapidly proceeded to unbutton her.
"Don't, George!" she yelled before he had quite finished, "You'll embarrass our guests!"
"This embarrass you?" George asked, looking up, all innocence.
"Lovin' every minute of it," Jack said.
"Nothing would embarrass you!" Ann said, blushing. "I mean them."
"This bother you?" George asked again, drawing his wife's blouse out of her skirtwaist and pushing it back over her shoulders to bare her breasts.
"You have very pretty breasts," Janet said, her voice ringing a little bit loud.
"There, see," George said, bouncing his wife on his knee as he rocked her gently back and forth, which made her breasts both sway and jiggle, her nipples stiff and full and red-brown. "They're not just pretty to look at though," said George. "They're the most goddamn fun breasts to play with in the whole world."
To demonstrate exactly what he meant, George began playing with them. He squeezed one, lifted it, and then let it drop. Eight eyes watched it bounce and jiggleonly eight because Ann had both of hers closed as she blushed furiously and tried to bury her head in George's neck. George kept it up, squeezing one of his wife's teats and then dropping it to go to the other, bending it back and forth to demonstrate how much play it had. And then he began kneading them and running his fingers over her nipples. "Watch this," he said, running his fingertip in rapid circles around one of his wife's tender erect nipples. "This really gets to her."
"Don't!" she wailed.
"Juices her up. She knows it, too," George said. "Stop it! Stop right this minute!" Ann wailed.
Pulling up her skirt, George said, "Now we take a look at her pussy and see if we've done anything for it."
"Oh, no, we won't!" Ann yelled as she began to kick and squirm, her breasts flopping around as she shook her hands free and dashed out of the room, her arms folded over her breasts.
Jack was laughing and the girls were grinning broadly now. Undeniably, it was an amusing sight. With a wink to his audience, George followed Ann into the bedroom, calling back from the door, "If any or all of you want to sack out, you know where the mattress is."
There was a double mattress kept folded double and standing on end on the back porch. If one removed the rickety coffee table from the living room, there was room for the mattress on the floor. Jack had spent the night, most recently, the night before Suzie had been arrested and taken to San Rialto, and that had been their only opportunity for lovemaking since their first night together. And it had been their only night alone together. Jack, as he dragged the mattress through the kitchen, found himself wondering why, inevitably, whenever he participated in a riot he got so goddamn charged-up. Like a goddamn bull. One continuous hard-on. Anyway, he hoped Suzie had recovered from her recent ordeal.
Of course, even were there not the promise of more riot, the prolonged sight of Ann's super-pliant tits would have been enough to send him off. George had been more than a little brazen tonight, even for him. Jack suspected that the riot was having the same effect on him. And possibly on everyone else. The thought flashed through his mind that war might do the same thing to a man, but being a pacifist he would never know.
"Sheets and blankets in the closet," he said, laying the mattress out flat. Without further ado, he took off his clothes. By the time Suzie returned with an armful of covers and Janet from the bathroom, Jack stood stark naked, his prick standing straight out, as erect as it had ever been. He flexed it a few times for benefit of the girls and grinned an elfin grin.
"Ready to go," said Suzie.
"He's got his ticket out," said Janet, giggling.
"It's a booster rocket," said Suzie.
"Countdown," said Janet. "Ten, nine, eight, seven ..."
"You'll have to do more than that to make it go off," Jack said, both threatening and promising, "a whole hell of a lot more."
"You mean there isn't any magic word?"
"There's a lot of magic involved, but no words," he said.
"Listen to this. Now he's saying it's a magic wand!" Janet said.
"Oh, it's capable of a few tricks," Jack said, "or have you forgotten?"
"Well, um, yes," Janet conceded, "I suppose that was a pretty smooth trick, now that you mention it. What else does it do?"
"You'll soon find out," Jack said, taking the covers from Suzie's arms and setting them on the couch. He picked up a sheet and, holding it by one corner, gave it a toss. The three of them tucked it in. Suzie started to
pick up the second sheet, but Jack said, "No, let's romp first. Too many blankets will just get in the way." "He romps with it," Janet said. "I don't know," Suzie said. "I don't know if I can." "Are you sore?" Jack asked.
"Not at you."
"I mean physically."
"Oh," she said. "Yes. Both fore and aft, as they say."
"That's too bad."
"I don't want to be a spoilsport. You can screw Janet. I'll cheer you on."
"How about if we ate your pussy or something?" Jack said, trying not to sound too hopeful. "Could you come if we did that?"
"Well, being sore isn't really the problem," she said. "Oh. What is it?" "I don't know."
"Are you turned off to sex?" he asked, getting worried.
She didn't answer right away. Jack lay down on the mattress and the girls followed; they lay with their heads together, their bodies like spokes of a wheel.
"No," Suzie said finally. "I'm not exactly turned off to it. I'm afraid I'm abnormalthat's my problem." She set her lips in a firm line immediately after speaking, as if to prevent their quivering. Jack could tell that this troubled her deeply.
"I think you're one of the most healthy normal people I've ever met," she said, glancing at Janet out of the corner of his eye, wanting her support. "I think so, too," she said.
"And we both know you intimately," Jack said. "We're in a position to say."
"You don't understand," she said, licking her lips. "You don't understand what that beast did to me. He was as foul a pig you'd ever want to meet. He was one of the dumbest, ugliest mother-fuckers on the face of the earth. Got the picture? And he was a cruel sonofabitch besides. Got it?" she demanded.
"Yeah?" he said cautiously.
"Well, he made me cum!" she said, tears welling up in both eyes. "I hated his guts and he made me cum!" "That's okay. It's perfectly understandable," Jack said. "But he made me want to cum!" she sobbed. "You didn't have much choice," said Janet.
"Sure," said Jack. "You're being fucked, and eventually you find that you want to cum. If you don't, you have some kind of hang-up!"
"I don't think so," she wailed. "Lots of women don't cumall the time!"
"Christ," Janet said. "Jack and you made me cum, and we hadn't even been introduced!"
"But you knew me!" Suzie said.
"Yes, but I was scared shitless of Jack," she said.
Suzie frowned. "I can't help it. I feel freaky. If anyone made love to me now, I couldn't respond emotionally. And with you two, that was the best part."
Jack began to pat her shoulder, thinking maybe that would help, and pretty soon Janet joined in, petting her to make her feel better.
"No, come on, you guys," Suzie said. "You're making me self-conscious. Maybe if you two screwed, I'd calm down."
"Do you think that would do it?"
"Maybe. If Janet pretends she doesn't want to do it, and you made her cum, anyway," Suzie said. "Do you feel like it?" Jack asked.
"Are you able?" she asked, eyeing his limp prick with feigned disgust. "Strip!" he commanded, "And maybe you'll find out."
Without a word, she sat up and began to undress. Suzie looked around the room, then got up and walked to the fireplace. When Janet had pulled her sweater up and was extracting her arms, Jack reached out casually
and with light fingertip teased her nipples erect, setting her ashiver from those tender pouting rosebuds up. She yanked her head free of the sweater and growled deep in her throat.
Eyeing his now semi-erect cock, Janet swooped down on it, bending forward at the waist from where she sat to take it into her mouth in its entirety. Her lips in a tight ring, she pressed it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and had slid her tongue smoothly back and forth on it no more than three times before her undulant strokes made the boy's cock pop stiffly erect. The suddenness of it made her head pop back a good three inches as the organ swelled in her mouth. With a self-satisfied smile and a twinkle in her eye, she said, "Well, that's better now, isn't it?" and stood up to remove her skirt and panties.
"That's just lovely," Jack said.
Suzie returned from the fireplace with a candle taken from the mantle. "We have to use this at first," she said.
When Janet looked at her aghast, Suzie added, "To see if it turns you on."
"If you say so," Janet said, lying down on her side and then, when Suzie approached with the candle, resignedly rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.
Placing her hand on Janet's slit, which was already oozing fluid, Suzie said, "Christ, she's already excitedthis isn't going to be much of an experiment."
Nevertheless, Suzie parted her friend's delicate inner lips and touched her at the core with the head of the candle. With a frown, Janet canted her hips to make penetration easier, but when the candle was forced in she nevertheless grunted in pain, "Uhhg!"
Jack watched in rapt fascination. True, he wasn't getting any at the moment, but the sight of the candle sliding eight inches into the straining girl's twat was by no means detrimental to his excitement.
Suzie began to work the candle to and fro, saying "Okay, now tell me what you feel. I gotta know."
"Well... I feel embarrassed," she said. She looked embarrassed. This was a true act of friendship on her part.
"What else?" Suzie asked, as she began to work the candle around in her friend's pussy. "Well, I'm beginning to have second thoughts about having lost my virginity," she said. "Be serious," Suzie said. "I can't," she said. "I can't really think."
Jack thought she looked serious, however. Her lips were parted and she frowned. The tendons in her thighs, widespread as they were, stood out quiveringly for a moment before the speared girl began to rock her pelvis up and down, her buttocks tightly clenched. "Uhhh!" she grunted, throwing her arms back.
"Now what are you thinking!" Suzie demanded.
Janet had begun to bounce on her buttocks as she rocked her pelvis. Jack could smell the musk of her excitement. "I'm thinking," she grunted, "I'm thinking about Jack's cock!"
"Oh," Suzie said, trying to remember if she had thought about Jack's cock when she had been similarly if less kindly diddled. She had been too scared to think of anything.
"Do you want to screw now?" Suzie asked.
"Yes!" Janet yelled, obviously impatient.
Suzie obligingly withdrew her candle, which came out of Janet's tight slick pussy with a soft "whoosh." In an instant, Jack was poised over her, his throbbing cock in his hand. "What were you thinking about my cock?" he asked.
"I was thinking how big and hard it is," the breathless girl said. "I was thinking how soft and clingy the skin is!"
"What do you want me to do with it?" he asked, prolonging the girl's torment, touching his cock to her sopping slit.
"Fuck me! Please!" she cried.
"Do you want to be fucked in the asshole or the cunt?" he asked.
"My cunt!" she cried. "Fuck my cunt now!" And so saying, she thrust her pelvis up at him. Her widespread feet planted firmly on the mattress, she had the leverage to lift her pelvis into the air, clutching his buttocks with her hands, she held him while she wiggled and lifted her hips, grunting in snorts now as she wormed her pussy up onto his thick shaft, lifting her hips maybe a foot into the air, willfully splitting herself in two and
afraid she would faint before her hot slick cunt could stretch to admit it all.
"Aggghh!" Jack grunted in agonized pleasure as her tight hungry cuntmouth ingested his cock. The mouth of her vagina was like a tight rubber washer rolled the length of his cock, a soft, basically slippery ring though, and the head of his cock probed the folded quaking delights within her. Their mats of pubic hair meshed and he felt the tip of his cock strike the end of her foaming channel.
Having totally engulfed him, she seemed to want to relax. She quivered, her belly and leg muscles spasmed, and dropped her pelvis halfway back to the bed, as if she was incapable of further exertion and wanted to pull him down onto her. But he didn't give way. His arms straight, supporting himself on his hands and knees, he held the object of her delight a full foot off the mattress. He wanted her to work for it. He liked her grunting straining. He liked looking down on her to see beads of sweat pour from her body, gathering between her breasts and making her hair stick to her forehead. He liked watching her stomach muscles tense up as she worked to engorge herself on his cock. Most of all, he liked the tight slick washer ring of her cuntmouth as it slid smoothly up and down on the length of his cock, his throbbing-about-to-burst cock.
Touching the mattress only with her head and shoulders and her feet, Janet's body arched and strained to impale itself on Jack's shaft. Her lips and mouth worked as if trying to speak and she panted heavily. Her eyes, wide open, were vacant. In response to Jack's white hot poker, her body was aflame. The lining inside her skull burned and her mouth was dry. She knew that if she didn't explode soon, she would die.
Suzie, lying peacefully beside Janet, reached out to massage her breasts, then squeezed the soft handful of flesh to hold it steady on the panting girl's rib cage in order to focus on one nipple, rubbing it madly with a fingertip, rolling and flicking the sensitized rosebud without letup.
Janet, who had been moving her pussy around on Jack's cock with relative slowness in a steady rhythmic motion, took a deep breath and then took another deep breath before, with her last ounce of energy, she began rotating her pussy upward on the shaft with maddened fury. Sensing that this was the time, Jack ground into her churning overheated cunt, rotating his hips down on her as he felt the whole throbbing quivering sheath of her cunt go taut on his cock, when he banged, banged, banged, his cock pounding into her to knock something loose. It did. Screaming, "Aiiiieeeeee!" with the last of her held-in breath just as Jack gasped, "Ahhhh! I'm cumming!" Janet shuddered convulsively from head to toe as she came, hit with the pent-up spasms of Jack's exploding cock, spurt upon spurt of sperm boiling into her and filling her womb. The shuddering girl somehow managed to hold her convulsing pussy aloft until the last drop of white gold had fired into her before she collapsed, Jack falling upon her in a sweating heap.
Waiting the few minutes it took the spent pair to catch their breath before speaking, Suzie said, "Well, that looked like a memorable fuck." When neither of the pair immediately responded, she added, "Of course, I'm not in the best position to say so."
"Well, I'd say so," Jack said, his chest still heaving slightly.
"Well, I don't know if I'll remember it particularly," Janet teased, "but it sure as hell felt good." "Your turn," Jack said, although at the moment easing his sore dwindling cock out of Janet's no-longer-bubbling but quite-juicy twat, as he was he knew he wasn't quite "up" to it, not quite ready for it, not without further preliminaries, which he was always ready for.
"I don't know," Suzie said. "I don't know if that helped me or not. I mean, I'm glad you two made it together so well, but hell, Janet wanted to, and that's normal. Which goes without saying."
"And you're worried about being made to cum when you don't want to," Jack said, getting it straight.
"Yes, that seems to be my hang-up," she said, resignedly. "It makes me freaky right now, anyway."
Jack rolled this around in his mind for a minute or two. It seemed to him that almost any woman could be made to cum. How could he ever convince this relatively inexperienced girl of his of that fact, he wondered. Why, just a few days before, Kathy Kimbal, wife of the Number One Power on campus, had come without particularly wanting to. She had tried to cool him three times... she had not exactly been eager to engage in the act, and yet President Kimbal's happy young wife had had a real nice cum. And Jack had, in his jacket pocket technicolor evidence of that fact.
With the proverbial ease of a light flashing on, Jack had a cure for Suzie.
"How about if you saw it in person?" he asked. "How about if you watched a woman cum when she didn't
want to? Would that help?"
"I don't know. It might."
"It seems to me that that would make you realize you weren't abnormal. I think it could wipe out your hang-up."
"Where you going to take me to see it? The circus?" she asked, laughing. "This city doesn't exactly have a Reperbahn, you know." "Right here," he said.
"How'll I know she doesn't really want to?" she asked. "Well, I think that'll be obvious enough," he said.
Without bothering to elicit further agreement, Jack picked up the telephone from the end table, fetched the telephone book from beneath the couch, and carried both into the kitchen, the phone cord stretching along after him. When he shut the door, the girls looked at each other with puzzled expressions and shrugged.
Finding the number listed without difficulty, he dialed it, hoping Kathy would answer.
"Kathy?" he said, hopefully, in response to a feminine hello.
"Yes. Who is this?"
"Jack," he said. "Jack who?" she said.
"You met me the other afternoon," Jack said. "We hit it off immediately."
"Is this some kind of prank?" she asked. "I do not recall hitting it off with any Jack the other afternoon."
"I don't know," Jack said. "I thought we hit it off«pretty well. We had sexual intercourse in your parlor maybe half an hour after we saw each other for the first time. I mean, maybe you do that all the time whether you hit it offer not. I don't know much about your personal... "
"Okay. Okay," she said. "I remember. You don't have to get wise."
"I suspected you would," he said.
"I'd prefer to forget," she said.
"Not so soon," he said.
"The sooner the better," she said. "Just a moment." "Don't run off."
"Just give me a minute," she said. Kathy had begun to shake and broke into a cold sweat. This boy, he sounded so hostile and she had no idea what he expected of her. All she knew was that she had better try to humor him, and she went to the door of the bedroom, craning her ear to try to tell if the bathroom shower was on or not. It was. But she knew Tom would finish soon. She shut the bedroom door. "Okay," she said. "What do you want?"
"I want you to come see me," he said.
"I won't," she said.
"You'd better," he said.
"I can't," she said. "And I wouldn't if I could. What do you want?"
"I want to see you, and you can and will come. I'll give you fifteen minutes."
She laughed. This was preposterous. The chuckle forming in her throat calmed her nerves. "What makes you think so?" she asked, her tone communicating that she thought he was being silly. "Well," Jack said. "For one thing, you've got the hots for me." Kathy stifled a laugh which came out as a nasal snort. "And I've got some beautiful color pictures of you to prove it." A chill shot down Kathy's spine; she had forgotten ...
"One of them shows you finger-fucking yourself when your lover is late. Others show that your lover came after all," he said. "No pun intended."
"What about them?" she asked, holding her breath.
"One thing that could happen to them is that they could be published tomorrow morning," he threatened, "and I think we could come up with a suitable headline." Kathy gasped. This could destroy Tom!
"Who knows?" Jack said. "It might be just what it'll take to make the administration back down."
"Where do you want me to meet you?" she asked, her heart popping into her throat when, no sooner were
the words out of her mouth, her husband opened the door behind her.
"The corner of C and Hickory," Jack said. "In no more than fifteen minutes." "Okay," she said, somewhat hesitantly.
"Okay, I'll be waiting on the southeast corner," he said, hanging up.
"Okay, okay, Emma," Kathy said into the dead receiver, her mind forming a hasty plan. "I'll be over soon." "Who was that," Tom asked, "calling at this hour?"
"Oh!" Kathy said, pretending to be startled. "That was Emma Doudy. She seemed upset and wanted me to come talk to her. She didn't say what it was."
"That's odd," he said. "Did she mean right now?"
"Yes. Yes, she did."
"Does she know it's after midnight?"
"Don't get surly," she said. "A friend in need... "
"It's fine with me," he insisted.
"I'm sure it is," she said pointedly. Tom had really been awfully surly to her the past few days. She knew part of it was the riot, a riot did not exactly put him in a pleasant frame of mind. But she was unable and unwilling to fool herself into thinking the riot was all of it. She knew her failure in bed accounted for some of his barbs. She had a few days ago been anxious for an opportunity to prove to him that she was no longer frigid. But he'd been terribly cold that way, and now her confidence was leaving her. Jack, however, did not personally play any role in the waxing and waning of her confidence; she was absorbed, rather, in the physiological reactions of her own body.
Her mind rushed in a panic with the revving of the warming car engine, but when she engaged the gearshift and pulled onto the street she began to think in calmer fashion. She recalled every impression she could of Jack, the boy who, for a while the other afternoon, had touched her sympathy, and who had then taken advantage of her. Kathy knew this was not the modern viewshe knew she had gotten something out of it, too, and thus in a sense had not been taken advantage of yet she had not wanted to participate. At any rate, she tried to put together her separate and dimming memories of the boy to come out with some conception of him as a whole, and in the process she discovered one thing: she did not believe him. She did not believe that he would actually publish those photographs of her. He did not seem to be the type. He was a radical, admittedly, but not the sort who would stoop to such things.
She told him as much. When she walked up to him, where he stood in the shadow of a tree on the corner, before he had a chance to speak she held out her hand, saying, "Give them to me."
"Ho, ho, ho," he laughed. "Not just yet."
"You don't scare me," she said.
"Ma'am," he said, "I have better things in mind than scaring you." "No," she said. "I mean about publishing the pictures. You wouldn't." "What makes you think so?" "You're not the type. I'm sure of it."
"A-hah!" he said. "Making an attempt to appeal to my better nature. I see through you." "No, I'm serious. You make me think of a young, rutting bunny rabbit, but not of a beast. You're not a beast. You seem to have some sensitivity. You're not a Nazi." "True," he said, "I'm a Jew."
"I could let you keep the pictures," she said, "but after this I'd probably be more comfortable if you gave them back to me."
"I didn't take them from you. I simply took them."
She laughed. "You're right, I guess. I feel that I gave them to you in the sense that I gave you the opportunity to take themrather than turning you over to the policebut now I want them."
"You might be right about me, lady," Jack said, "under normal circumstances. I mean, I don't intend you any harm or anything like that. But these aren't normal conditions. You see, there's this girl I'm very fond of. I care about her. I care what happens to her. Anyway, because of ..." Jack's voice shook, the prospect of Suzie's being permanently screwed up over this being unbearable, "because of your husband's obstinance, among
other things maybe, a goddamn pig raped her out at San Rialto the other day."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Kathy said, "but it's a little extreme to blame it all on my ... "
"Look!" Jack said, his voice strained, "my point is that the girl was damaged, see, and that shakes me up. The point is that there's no telling what I'll do. I just might publish those pictures."
"I see," Kathy said, chewing on her lip. "How do I figure into this?"
"You'll see. I want your cooperation."
"You want me to speak to my husband?"
"No, I don't care if you ever speak to your husband."
"Then what do you want?"
"I want you to do everything I say for the next hour or so. Okay?" "What if I don't?"
"You will be embarrassed, and we'll get your husband's head." "What are you going to try to make me do, though?" "Oh, nothing you haven't done before."
"I see," she said, knowing what he was after, if not how it would possibly help the girl. "Do you promise?" "Pretty much."
Kathy was becoming slightly frightened again. "I don't have to do this, you know. I can go to the nearest phone, call the police, and have you arrested for blackmail. You can run, but you won't dare show your face on campus. I'm sure an activist like you must have an arrest record, and I'm equally sure that I can identify you from a mug shot."
"My, my."
"And if you threaten to publish the pictures anyway, we can have the entire issue of the Daily Quest seized at the printers."
"Lady, two things. First, you couldn't make it stick. Second, if you even try, I guarantee that many people will see the pictures, and if I'm arrested because I'm blackmailing you with them, they and their subject matter will become newsworthy, and we'll get your husband's head, anyway."
"I can have you murdered."
Jack guffawed. "You're not the type, and we both know it."
Kathy did not want to cause Tom to lose his job and she did not want to become embroiled in a police manhunt with possibly disastrous personal consequences. "Nothing I haven't done before," she said. "I haven't done much, you know."
"I take it back then."
"You can't..." she began to object.
"Keep quiet and come along," he said. "I'm tired of talking."
Her hands were in the pockets of her coat, which was buttoned from her knees to her neck. Jack took her arm and walked her down the sidewalk. Midway down the block, they turned into a yard, went up the steps, and into the downstairs' apartment of a duplex.
Jack led her into the living room. Kathy, seeing the naked girl lying on her side on one edge of a mattress, and the other girl, this one blonde, sitting in an easy chair, became very dubious about the whole adventure. The scene seemed sordid to her.
"Kathy..." Jack began.
"No!" Kathy yelped, and then when Jack frowned, she said, "Don't tell them who I am!" her voice a whisper.
"If you cooperate," Jack said. "Uhhh," she grunted, noncommittally.
"Kathy, Suzie, Janet," Jack said. "I guess that's all we need to know."
The three said hello, cordially if quietly, none of them knowing what to expect.
"We'll be more comfortable if we all take off our clothes," Jack said, and when Suzie shot him a quizzical look, he motioned her up with his hand. "No!" Kathy said.
Suzie stood up, pulled her sweater off over her head, unzipped her skirt, and in one swoop pulled both it
and her panties down. She was naked. She scratched her left nipple for a moment and sat back down. A moment later, Jack was likewise naked, his trim young body casting a giant shadow on the wall, a shadeless lamp having been set nearby on the floor.
Kathy had glanced at Suzie's lithe young form with its exuberant breasts and slender thighs with a touch of envy, and then had looked down at her feet, her hands in her pockets.
"Undress," Jack ordered.
"Why?"
"Because I say so."
To tell the truth, Kathy was feeling a bit self-conscious now with her clothes on, and she unbuttoned her coat with one hand, top to bottom. Then she paused and stuck her hand back into her pocket. "What do you plan to do to me?" she asked. "Are you going to use me in some unnatural way?"
"No, we're all going to watch you have a climaxnothing unnatural about it."
"That's right, this is the free sex group," she said, disgustedly, "all having public climaxes in sordid apartments." Her cheeks were flushed, her anger and obstinance quite evident. "You're going to scream joyously when you cum!" Jack said. "I doubt it," she said, looking around as if bored. "I seriously doubt it." "You'll eat your words, or someone you know is going to lose his head," Jack said.
Kathy started visibly at this reminder of their purpose (her purpose), but nevertheless asked, "And how's this supposed to, uh ... repair damage to anyone?"
"You're a demonstration in feminine psychology," he said.
"Oh," she said, after a moment's thought, "so you've been baiting me?"
Jack had indeed been baiting her and she had risen to it admirably, as far as he was concerned. "Maybe," he said. "But now I'm going to strip you."
"Sounds more like a demonstration in feminine anatomy," she said as Jack approached.
Kathy flinched when Jack put his hands on her waist under her coat, but rather than unbuttoning her dress right away, he hugged her and nibbled at her ear, whispering, "Look, you're a gorgeous hunk of woman and you turn me on. Besides that, I really like you. I won't hurt you and you won't have any regrets. You don't have any choice, anyway."
With that, he drew back and smiled a supercilious smile. It was a smile which, although Kathy had been comforted by his quietly whispered words, chilled her.
His hands, out of sight within her loose coat, went to her buttocks where they drew her dress up. Jack kissed her full on the lips, as his hands slid within her pantyhose and grabbed handfuls of her fleshy womanly buttocks. She opened her mouth to his prying tongue and even though she remained uneasy about the as yet unknown manner in which she would be used, her tongue flicked at his.
He bore down on her, crushing her mouth and nearly wrenching her jaw, giving her no respite from his kiss, refusing to let her come up for air as he pulled her tightly against him, using the tightly squeezed bunslike loaves, he thought of her wobbly womanly ass to hold her steady as he ground his pelvis into hers, her knees parting as he forced his between.
His hand bulged her pantyhose from her crotch as it slid from her buttocks into her dank center; her pussy had already begun to drip its moist evidence of unwilled arousal. His middle finger smeared the evidence up and down her tender slit, juicing her further before he dipped into the honey-pot itself, his finger probing the unresisting folds of her vagina.
Kathy's head reeled and she felt herself sinking, her body going limp and sinking, and she hung onto Jack for support, her thighs pressing his as she began to hump her pelvis at him. Jack held her for a minute, both hands in her crotch and his wrists supporting her buttocks, before sinking to his knees. Weak-kneed herself, she followed him to her knees, and when he pushed her gently to her side, she fell onto the mattress.
He turned her onto her back, lifted her skirt, took hold of her pantyhose at the waist and peeled them off. She cooperated, pulling her feet out of them when he had them to her ankles. As he stood looking down on her, her knees parted and slightly raised, her cunt lips glistening juicily in the midst of her jet black muff, he said, "You know, Kathy, you're a goddamn easy turn-on. You're easy!"
His tone, which was vicious, brought her to her senses. Looking up to find both girls staring at her
nakedness, Kathy sat up and pulled her skirt down, her heart beating wildly. "Lie back down and spread your legs," he said. "It ain't over yet." "Oh, yes, it is," she said. "You've had your fun for the day."
"No," he said. "You don't know how easy you really are. I'm going to make you cum."
"That's a laugh."
"Laugh all you want. Some people have the ability to laugh at possible disaster, even personal disaster," he said, reminding her that her capability to resist was limited, that she had no choice but to cooperate physically. "Now lie back and spread your legs," he commanded. She did as bade.
"Wider. Okay now, play with your pussy." "Do you insist?" Silent, he pursed his lips.
Shutting her eyes and sighing inwardly, Kathy raised her skirt to once again reveal her shiny black pubis and still-moist delicacies. Her naked lips were wrinkled and slightly puffed. Tentatively, she touched her pussy. Her heart flip-flopped. Not knowing what else to do, she ran her fingertips up and down her slit. She opened her eyes and looked at them, the three of them watching her, and felt hollow inside.
"Put more into it," Jack said. "Use both hands."
Despairing utterly, Kathy Kimbal bit her lip and did as she was told. She strummed her pussy with the fore- and middle fingers of each hand, the third finger of each hand holding and spreading the hair-covered outer lips, giving the other fingers more room to strum. Her jerky fingers almost tore at her parted sensitive lips as the three watched the juice bubble out of her cunt. What was this woman doing? What was this fully developed woman doing, masturbating herself in front of three children?
"Finger-fuck yourself," Jack commanded.
If Kathy had slowed down to think, she might have stopped, period. She would have been unable to bring herself to do it. Accordingly, no sooner had Jack spoken than the three saw Kathy begin to probe her vagina with two fingers, her other hand going to her clitoris, diddling it as she whipped her vagina to a froth. The tendons in her thighs quivered and then her legs and buttocks all began to jiggle as, unconsciously, she began to bounce her hips.
Kathy felt the inner spring going tight. She knew she would shatter in a moment. Her hips stopped moving and her nostrils quivered as she took a deep breath before saying, coolly, "Isn't that enough now?"
He nodded and Kathy sat up, her mouth grim, her cheeks flushed, and a tear forming in the corner of each eye. After helping her out of her coat, Jack motioned to the girls, who looked at each other and then came forward to help undress Kathy, who had risen to her knees.
Jack unzipped her dress and Kathy held her arms over her head as the two girls pulled it off. When Jack unfastened her brassiere, Kathy leaned forward and drew its cups from her breasts as the girls drew the straps down her arms. Before Kathy could cover herself, which, reflexively, she started to do, Jack, kneeling behind her, his body flush with hers and his chin on her shoulder, seized her, grabbing both of her wobbly womanly breasts from behind: Kathy took a quick deep breath, her eyes blinking shut again.
"That's a nice pair of titties," he said, jiggling them.
The girls murmured their approval as Jack, holding each breast high on Kathy's rib cage, rubbed her nipples until they stiffened, swelling with blood and elongating. He pointed an excited nipple at each girl, smiling. Janet and Suzie glanced at each other, smiled in guilty knowledge, and each seized a proffered nipple in their mouth, clamping their mouths onto those tender bits of flesh quite suddenly and sucking greedily. Kathy moaned audible, "Ohhhh!"
Jack rocked back on his knees to view the sight of his girl friends both gobbling at Kathy's chest and running their hands, over her body as the woman quivered. Jack's cock stood achingly stiff. He stood and walked around to the front of the menage. Kathy's tears had dried on her cheeks and she breathed baitedly through parted lips. Working his way between the suckling girls, Jack applied the reddened tip of his swollen penis to the woman's lips. When he pressed, she opened her mouth but did not strain to take him into her, rather waiting passively to receive him. Jack pressed his hands to the back of her neck and drew her waiting mouth onto his cock, then began rolling her head from side to side. At first she was still, but she began to
move her tongue, gently but then with more fervor. It was getting to her, but Jack remembered his promise to make her cum, and realized that he most likely wouldn't have a great many more opportunities to fuck Kathy Kim-bal.
"Okay, let's fuck," he said, drawing his hips back.
The girls unhanded Kathy, backing away as the woman opened her eyes on Jack's huge saliva-covered cock, just in front of her nose, and then looked away silently.
"Come here," Jack said, laying back and flexing his cock a few times. Kathy stood hesitantly, took the three steps across the mattress to him, and looked down nervously. Impatient, Jack reached up, grabbed her hips, and brought her down. Straddling him, the woman squatted and fumbled for his cock; when she grasped it, she centered its throbbing head on her cunt and sat down on it. She was tense with her own arousal and somewhat weak-kneed. She impaled herself on it all at once and her spine stiffened as she gasped for breath.
Her pussy was primed just right. Grunting from the suddenly engulfing hot warmth, Jack gave her cunt several rapid thrusts which left her quivering and gave her a thirst for more. Still at a difficult squat, Kathy began to raise and lower herself, almost bouncing as she moaned, "Ahhh! Uh. Ahhhh! Uh. Ahhh!" with each bounce, her body shuddering.
Kathy lowered her knees to the mattress and began to rock up and down more rhythmically, squirming delightedly as her sopping overheated quim sheathed and unsheathed Jack's tantalizingly stiff, wonderfully probing cock.
Janet knelt and began to suckle again. In the back of his mind, Jack thought, My God, she's obsessed with other women's tits. But he slid his hand under the kneeling girl's buttocks and his finger slid neatly into her once-fucked snatch. Every time he thrust his hips to grind himself into the pussy milking him from above, he thrust his finger with equal force into Janet's quim. Janet put more zing into her suckling.
With his free hand, Jack patted Suzie's thigh to draw her attention from Kathy's writhing, pumping body. Seeing what he wanted, Suzie scooted her hips closer to him and lifted her leg so that he could put his hand in her snatch, too. Probing in the midst of her blonde hairs, Jack found that her pussy was likewise moist and pulsating, which pleased him without particularly surprising him.
Kathy had been on the verge of exploding for a long time. She had thought, this is dirty, several times and maybe that had kept her from exploding, but now, as she helplessly engorged herself on this rubbery hard shaft and as this girl feverishly worked on her tits, she knew her pride was a lost cause. And having resigned herself to humiliation of a kindas she saw ither body's central nerve poised for a somersault, she worked for release. Her head spinning, she locked her wound-up cunt on Jack's probing prick and ground onto the monstrous shaft and felt herself go white-hot.
"Aiiieeeeee!" she screamed, trying to hold still but failing with the successive waves washing over her as her heart stopped momentarily, "I'm cumming!"
"Agghhh!" Jack moaned, feeling the shuddering shots leave his own body, his thrusting cock bursting as he sent semen into her, his hands thrusting at two other pulsating cunts as the one in the middle locked onto him and milked him. Jack's one wordly thought at that moment was, Pussy! The world is full ofpussy!
Kathy, no longer able to hold her own, fell forward onto him, her sweaty tits hitting his chest with smacks. Jack felt warm and content; he wouldn't have minded going to sleep just then.
But both Janet and Suzie had been worked up by the sight of the fuck if not by Jack's fingers, which had indeed been positioned to work them up, and they were onto each other in an instant. At first, catching it out of the corner of his eye, Jack couldn't tell who was onto whom, since they were a tangle of arms and legs.
Jack rolled Kathy off him, foregoing for the moment the pleasure of having her tits crushed against him, and when Kathy looked up, her mouth fell open, aghast. By then Jack had determined that it was Janet who was on Suzie. She had Suzie's doubled-back legs pinioned under her arms, Suzie's yellow-crested snatch spread wide with her thumbs, and she gobbled lasciviously at the pink-red delicacies at its center, slurping noisily as she lapped up every drop of fluid that poured from Suzie's cunt. While Suzie had her arms around Janet's hips, hanging on tightly, since Janet's hips were high in the air and waggling, her knees several feet apart on the mattress and her back flopping in involuntary humping motions as Suzie ate feverishly at her twat, jaws stretched wide to cover it all, nose smack against her anus.
Janet kept scooting her knees back, inch by inch, seeming to want a firmer deeper bite of Suzie's sopping
snatch, and Suzie clung to Janet's hips for dear life, her face positively buried in the girl's crotch. They slowly moved across the mattress. Were their passion not so raw, their act might have had comic overtones. But they were overtones lost on Jack, who, having always wanted to see this, thought only, Wow! Wow! and likewise lost on Kathy, who edged closer and closer to the girls, the better to see.
Jack noticed a movement in the bedroom doorway and looked over to see George standing wide-eyed and scratching his head. Their eyes met and they both shook their heads in bewonderment, smiling incredibly. Passion creates happiness, and also at times unhappiness; uninhibited lascivious-ness, always a wonder to behold, creates apprehension in some hearts but in the end always produces joy. George went into the bedroom to rouse his wife, and soon both stood in the doorway.
Both maddened girls murmured lustily and gurgled deep in their throats, with their tongues trying to touch each other at the quick of their beings, each assaying to obtain the perfect impossible response from the center of the other and, from appearances, succeeding. Janet alternately probed Suzie's passion pit, licking her cuntmouth clean with an unbelievably outstretched tongue, then backed off to suck slurpingly at her puffed labia and clitoris, while Suzie hung onto Janet's hips and engulfed her quim in a long sucking bite, never letting up.
Janet, the soft underside of her tongue swishing over Suzie's clitoris, flicked at her friend's vaginal folds with the breath of her tongue, her hands bearing down on the backs of Suzie's doubled-back legs as if trying to split her in two. Suzie's body convulsed. Jerking spasmodically at the knees, looking like she was kicking at the air, as her spine began to twitch and her pussy contract, Suzie threw her head back for one long instant to belch, "Aiiieegggh!" before clamping her mouth onto Janet's pulsating pussy with a deep intake of breath and began whipping her head from side to side as if trying to pull Janet inside out.
Crying, "Ooof! Arghhh! Yeow!" Janet whipped her back, tightly held though it was, and lifted first one buttock and then the other as she rolled from side to side, and seemed to want nothing more than to shake Suzie off. But she spread her legs to their utmost and reared up, Suzie's head hitting the mattress as she continued to gobble and tear at her friend's twitching cunt. Janet's partly reared torso shuddered, her smallish yet pliant breasts bouncing as she screamed, "That's it! That's it! I'm ... I've ..." and then collapsed, her body sagging visibly as she rolled to the side.
The audience was speechless for a good three or four minutes, each knew what the other felt and it wasn't necessary for anyone to speak.
"Well, I've got to hand it to you, Jack," George said, drawling it out.
Jack looked at him, puzzled, thinking he ought to hand it to Janet and Suzie.
"You've one-upped Moses," George said, his eyes going to Kathy who, delightfully naked, lay on her side with her head in her hand, like Goya's The NakedMaja, "All Moses got was loaves and fishes." Jack laughed.
"Christ, I leave you to go to bed with two women, thinking, that guy's got something on the ball, and then I come out and find you with three!"
"Allow me to introduce you," Jack said, rising to the occasion, his voice indicating to Kathy that he would tell all, "George, this is the wife... "
"Don't!" Kathy squealed.
"Well," Jack said. "I guess she doesn't want you to know who she isvery peculiar lady, this but she'll let you fuck her if you want to."
George's cock, which had risen to great proportions during the performance, showed no sign of flagging, a manifest impossibility with so much naked and unfamiliar womanflesh on display in his living room. "That's her trip, is it?" he asked, looking to his wife for approval.
Ann, clad in a flannel bathrobe, raised her eyebrows and shrugged.
"Fuck her in the ass," Suzie piped up.
"Now that might be interesting," Jack said.
George, holding his stiff pecker thoughtfully with one hand, looked to Ann for approval again, and this time she shrugged with a funny little smile.
"If you make her cum," Jack said, "and we'll give you plenty of help, I'll tell you who she is."
"No!" Kathy said.
"Of course we'll make her cum!" George said. "It would be impolite not to."
Kathy, who had sat up while being discussed and offered, looked at Jack fearfully when he approached. Her mind was aswim with objections. First, it was just plain dirty, being fucked in the ass. Second, watching the young girls sixty-nine, she had become untowardly excited again. Third, she feared she had no resistance left... it had been broken down so many times recently.
Jack guided her over onto all fours on the mattress, then pushed her to her elbows and nudged her knees apart: her hips were higher than her shoulders and the sight she presented was of her backside. An intimate view of her backside it was, too, her fleshy womanly ass-cheeks parted to reveal the tightly puckered ring of her anus and, just beneath it, the moistly wrinkled lips of her sex, the hairs on either side parting, stuck down with her cum and Jack's. What was this grown woman doing? Had she no pride? Biting her lips, Kathy realized that indeed her pride had left her, pride of the kind she had always insisted on in sexual matters, tied up as it was in modesty and inhibition. She had to admit to herself that she was excited and these kids were staring at her naked excited pussyand yet she was not embarrassed. After the display of feminine sex she had just witnessed, how could she be embarrassed?
Without further urging, George knelt behind her and right away lubricated his cock in the moist folds of her actively lubricating pussy, nudging the tip of it in and holding her steady by the hips to work it around a bit. Kathy realized that her nipples were stiffening and, as her body swayed, they brushed against the bed sheet, her soft breasts dangling full length. She knew she was excited and yet tried to steel herself against what was to come, knowing she had to.
When George applied the slippery glans of his penis to her anus, she tried not to resist, knowing that would hurt, yet when he plunged forward with a good stiff poke, lodging well inside her rectum, she squealed,
"Oyiii!"
With gentle nudges, George worked all the way in, widening her and splitting her while she grunted nasally, pain searing her while she thought, this is dirty this is dirty. George wiggled his hips a bit, but she was still much too tight to allow him to move with ease.
His hands on her shoulders, George suddenly pulled Kathy upright. She squealed, his tightly lodged cock probing her bowels indecently.
George fell back onto his back and kicked his legs out. Nausea churning her stomach, Kathy followed, pulled along by the great plug in her bowels. So tightly lodged was George that he could have stood up and walked around and Kathy would have no choice but to prance on tiptoe ahead of him, squealing wildly.
But as she lay faceup atop him, his knees between hers, forcing them widely apart, George held her by the shoulders to keep her ass shoved down on his cock, and began to rotate his hips, thrusting a little bit more with each rotation. Kathy broke into a cold sweat, not knowing quite what was happening to her body, but by the time George was able to slide in and out her tight rectum with apparent ease, she was panting heavily, her erect nipples dancing as her chest heaved.
Ann had taken a position between her husband's ankles and watched with interest as his cock churned in and out of Kathy's rubbery stretched anus. Jack, kneeling beside her, noted that she seemed as enraptured by Kathy's moist cunt as by her husband's familiar cock and balls. He lay his hand on her shoulder and whispered, "Go ahead. Eat it."
She shook her head, mouthing, embarrassedly, "I can't."
Jack bent forward past her and lapped at the juice seeping from Kathy's cuntmouth, sucking for a moment on her labia before rocking back and, his hand on the back of her neck, giving Ann a big, wet, slurpy French kiss, his tongue probing her mouth to make her taste it, taste Kathy's womanly musk. Ann licked her lips, a perplexed smile fleeting across her face. While she thought about it, Jack reached into her robe and lifted out her breasts, massaging them and arousing her nipples. They smiled at each other with silly smiles.
Jack drew back out of the way and gave Ann a gentle nudge forward. She bent and gave Kathy's quim a tentative lick, then another before she opened her mouth to French it. When Jack drew her robe back over her shoulders, she helped get her arms out, then undid her belt so Jack could toss the garment aside.
Ann now knelt much as Kathy had a few minutes before, head low and hips high, her knees apart to display her quartered sex. Wide-hipped and thin-legged with exaggerated hollows between her thighs, Ann's quim seemed incredibly naked. Jack cupped it to find that it had begun to emit its own musk, moistening his
palm.
He wanted to fuck her and, from the way she held herself and had begun to lather, he knew she wanted to be fucked. He knew he'd never forgive himself if he didn't and furthermore that she would forever resent it, thinking herself scorned, if he failed to take the opportunity. Unfortunately, he only had a semi-hardon. The fucks were coming one right after the other, a bit quickly even for him.
After a moment's thought, he crawled around to the other end of the menage and straddled Kathy, his buttocks resting on her collarbone as he lifted her head. She opened her mouth to him, not merely to receive him this time but to clamp onto his half-aroused pecker, holding it firmly yet gently between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, her lips in a tight ring. Closing her eyes, she began to suck it, working her mouth around on it with such grace that it immediately responded. If he had not held her firmly by the back of the neck, her head would have popped back; as it was, his stiffening pecker forced its way past her uvula and into her throat. Her nostrils dilating as she breathed, she began to suck with ever-increasing vigor. When he thought she had begun to enjoy it, having had the obeisance he wanted, he withdrew.
He stood, his prong wobbling between his legs, and quickly walked to the other side of the mattress to find that Janet had scooted on her back up between Ann's widespaced knees, her naval directly beneath Ann's now-sopping pussy. Her face between Ann's pendulously dangling breasts, she sucked one well-developed nipple and kneaded the other of those remarkable mounds.
Jack noted that Ann had really gotten into it, her nose buried in Kathy's jet black muff as her wide-open mouth worked over the woman's all too vulnerable pussy. With one hand, she held her husband's balls, massaging them gently.
Suzie moved over to the fucking, sucking group and began to caress Kathy, running her hands lightly over the helpless woman's flanks, her taut-muscled belly, her breasts, and armpits, all the while keeping her eyes on her face, knowing she was going to cum. George's hand went out of sight in Suzie's snatch.
Straddling the supine Janet as he knelt behind Ann, his prick throbbing mightily, Jack had a giddy, heady sensation: this was the most free-spirited, marvelous scene he'd ever participated in.
Jack pulled, stretched Ann's labia apart with his thumbs and nuzzled the broad head of his cock into her drooling cunt. He nudged easily until she had sheathed him entirely and his loins were flush with her buttocks, then nosed his cock around in her for a moment, making her acquaintance, so to speak, as he loosened her up.
For a moment, her vagina seemed all too loose, and then he drew out and he nearly fainted with delight: she constricted her cuntmouth into a tight ring on his cock, nearly squeezing the bejesus out of him before he lunged in again, whereupon she relaxed the muscle to allow his sensitive glans to freely strike and push aside the folds of her cunt. He realized she had control over it as if she had consciously exercised this muscle. She continued to open to him when he entered and to squeeze the evil out of him when he made his backstroke.
Crying, "Whoopeee!" Jack slapped her ass, slapping each helpless cheek vigorously as he lunged in and out her with vehemence and fury, belaboring her backside and jostling her whole body. She began to eat Kathy's throbbing pussy with greater urgency, her head rotating in circles as she urged her on ... on ...
Kathy began rotating her hips, grunting audibly as Suzie seized and rolled her nipples and George smoothly skewered her rectum, hitting the depths of her bowels with his giant churning cock. Beneath her, he raised his head to bite her neck, wanting to give her a giant rabbit bite to take home to hubby.
Kathy kept thinking, this is dirty, all of it, none of it's normal, I'm sinking into filth! But she was a woman totally turned on, totally vulnerable to her own sensations, and the dirtier she thought it was, the more it enflamed her.
Knowing, sensing that the helpless woman was on the verge, Suzie squeezed her breasts and said, "Cum...
Cum!"
"Yess!" she moaned. "Oh yess! Yess! I'm almost..." and then she felt sperm bubble into her lacerated rectum, boiling into her and soothing her while George hammered at her, hammering and exploding. A spring in Kathy broke. Her entire body began to shudder as she ground her ass down onto George to take every jolt and then ground her cunt up into his wife's face, feeling herself set adrift, soaring as she yelled, "Aiiieeeee! Aiiiieeee! Aiiiiieee!" George making the whole group rock from side to side with the fury of his thrashings, yelping, "Arghh!" through his clenched teeth.
Ann, feeling Kathy's orgasm in her mouth and the contractions of her husband's balls in her hand, arched
her back and relaxed that superbly developed muscle for a minute to let Jack thrust freely into her own pulsing vagina, to be ravaged, rammed, hammered, before she thrust her hips back and clamped herself around the base of his cock for good, holding his twitching cock well into her constricted pussy as she ground it onto him and gurgled, "Kee-rist! I'm going off!" and then, urging him on, she screamed, "Fuck! Fuck hard! Yeoww!
I'm... I'm... "
God knows Jack tried to fuck hard: butting her, he feared she'd pull his cock out by the root, that that bite of her cuntmouth would pull the skin from his cock. Sperm exploded from his cock as it began to thrash, and the thrashing nerves shot up his spine to his throat, constricting it and locking his jaw as he moaned softly through clenched teeth, "Eeee-uh."
Ashes, ashes, they all fell down, having played ring around the rosey and stored away their pocket full of poseys. They fell away from each other, breathless and ruminant, cocks dwindling and trailing cum as they popped out of sockets with audible "whooshes." But before a minute had passed, Suzie spoke up, saying, "Wow! That was something!"
Agreement was unanimous; everyone chimed in, murmuring assent. Each patted himself on the back as well as everyone else. It was a good way to be. They all felt, without speaking directly of it, that something had happened here, that barriers had fallen away and broken down. Life's possibilities had been stretched and as a consequence, each was more alive.
George did not think to ask who this woman was, since at the moment he took her at face value and her husband's identity seemed irrelevant. Kathy remembered to mention the fact of the pictures to Jack, and he quietly gave them to her. She was so discombobulated, however, that she did not think to ask for the negatives. Which Jack did not have with him, anyway. And which he would never use to distress her, anyway.