Chapter 9
They were all standing in the same places when Karen returned a moment later. She smiled vaguely at Greg, went to him and pecked him on the cheek. Then she turned to the others, her manner strange. She looked as though she knew in her heart she was on trial, but she was struggling to behave as though nothing were happening. As though she would be eternally innocent.
Sigrid led the way with Karen right behind her. After her came Diana and then David and Greg. The two males walked side by side, but they did not speak. Greg didn't trust himself to say a word. Even if the circumstances had been different, the kid came off as being so unreal that Greg wouldn't have known how to approach him.
Greg kept his eyes partially lowered. He was watching Karen's bottom, his gaze fixed on her skirt. In the gymnasium Sigrid turned on the bright lights and they looked around at the exercise bicycle, the wall rings, the bar bells and all of the other equipment.
"My, this is beautiful," Karen exclaimed, twirling. Her golden hair flew. "I'd love to try something."
"Try anything you'd like," David muttered and Karen stopped to look at the boy, the smile half frozen on her face. Then she turned away and leaned over to look at the bar bells on the padded floor, her hands resting on her knees.
Greg saw it at once and he turned toward David. Yes, the boy saw, too. The tight panty line was gone. Karen had removed her pants while she'd been washing her hands. Greg's cock strained against his fly and he damned it. Christ, they'd all see. He kept a hand in his pocket.
Just the thought of her being bare under that very short skirt was driving him wild. He noticed that David was more cool than he. But, Jesus, her twat just a few inches under that brief hemline. And her bare bottom. He wanted to reach in there, but that would have to wait until they were home. Home. Yes, it was time. Screw this game.
He cleared his throat. "Honey, I think we'd better get back next door. It's time you got dinner on, isn't it?"
Karen straightened and she looked at David as she answered. "Yes, I suppose you're right. We've seen everything."
"I haven't," David, his eyes twinkling, murmured. He said it straight at Karen, his manner extremely personal intimate.
It was Karen's turn to clear her throat. "Well, perhaps it would be rude, darling. It doesn't matter what time we have dinner, does it?"
All at once Greg agreed with her. He didn't want the party to be over. Some incredible things were going to happen-he hoped-and he didn't want to pass them up. He smiled and nodded toward Sigrid. "So long as we don't overstay our hostess' welcome."
He knew the answer to that before Sigrid merely smiled and shook her head.
"Goody," Diana said, clapping her hands like the child she was. "We can have so much fun."
"You might like to try the bicycle," David said, as he gestured toward the contraption.
Karen went to it at once and she gingerly climbed up on the seat. When she put her feet on the pedals her skirt rode dangerously high. It was up almost to her crotch and, Greg was certain, if one stood at a certain angle in front of her one could see up to her cunt itself.
Of course it was David who made the move as Karen began to slowly pump the pedals. He moved in front of her and half leaned down, his hands on his knees, as though he were gauging the correctness of her exercising posture. "That's very good, Mrs. Eastman," he said with a certain awe in his voice. "Real real good. You've got something beautiful going for you right there."
Of course Karen knew what he was talking about She flushed, but it was a pleased embarrassment and she made no effort to put her feet back on the floor. So long as she was pumping there was no way for her to keep her knees closer together. So she was exposed to him, Greg knew. He could see all the way up.
He studied the boy's face, his attitude was one of rage and passion. He was turned on that Karen could turn on another male so quickly. This made his hard-on remain as hard as ever. He knew he wanted her for himself, but the thought of his gorgeous, mature, intelligent wife with this punk...well, he found it something weirdly stimulating.
Karen continued her pumping and, as she worked, her upper thighs were brushing together. Greg knew what this would accomplish. She'd start getting hotter. She had been known to get herself worked up merely from walking on a warm day. Her brushing flesh was like two sticks being rubbed together. Eventually a fire would result.
Karen seemed to sense this, for she stopped pumping.
"What's the matter?" David asked as they stood around her watching.
She shrugged and Greg saw her breasts bob loosely. Ah. So she'd done more than remove her pants. The bra was gone, too. There was nothing over her body except the skimpy dress with the low neckline-cut square across her front-and the very high skirt.
Sigrid saw the bob, also, and she smirked at Greg. He tried to ignore her look.
Meanwhile David was moving to Karen's side. He reached for her and placed his hands on her waist as though to steady her. "Don't stop. It's good for you."
Karen began to pump again, and the boy moved his hands to her knees, again as though to correct the posture of her legs. He slid his hands up her thighs, high up, almost up to where they disappeared under her skirt. He could have merely flicked his finger and flipped the skirt up over her pussy.
Greg frowned at Sigrid. "You said she'd touch him first. This is dirty pool."
Sigrid's voice lashed out. "David. No touching. You must leave Mrs. Eastman to...um, exercise as she pleases. If she wants help, she'll ask." The Amazon looked at Greg. "Okay, partner?"
David removed his hands sheepishly, as though he'd forgotten the rules. Undoubtedly he had, for Greg was certain that Sigrid had told him everything and had coached him.
Karen scrambled from the bicycle, her face flushed, and Greg knew it was more than the physical exercise. She hadn't pumped that hard. She went about the room, bouncing lightly on the mat, her breasts leaping almost out over the top of her bodice. She half laughed at the others.
"In high school I was good at standing on my head."
"Go ahead, try," David urged.
Karen licked her lips as she kicked off her shoes. Then she leaned down and carefully tucked the short skirt between her legs, pressing her thighs together so that the skirt was tucked tightly against her body. Then she went to the middle of the room, got down on her knees and looked up again.
The attitude of primitive supplication almost drove Greg to an orgasm. Seeing his wife on her knees in front of that kid, it was unreal, weird, animal-like. He couldn't explain it, except that perhaps he himself had some strange sexual quirk being unlocked inside his own body.
Karen responded to David's urging as she leaned far down, put her forehead on the mat and, in a surprisingly light and quick kick, lifted her body straight up toward the ceiling. She kept her knees together and the miniskirt did not sag away. She revealed nothing there.
It was the breasts which would be giving his wife trouble, Greg realized as they came down toward her throat, about to ooze out of the square-cut bodice. He licked his lips and glanced at the others. They were wide-eyed, their mouths open, sweat on their foreheads. They loved it all, too. Greg wasn't the only weird one.
He followed their stares back to the smooth, tanned flesh that was trying to escape Karen's bodice. Another inch or two and her nipples would be in full view. They would bob out completely. Although she seemed to be doing a fine and easy job of standing on her head, Karen called out.
"Somebody better hold me! David?" Her voice was half breaking, but Greg believed her excitement was something other than a fear of falling.
"Okay, where?" David snapped at once, leaning down to peer into her upside down face. Her eyes, twin pools of blue, blinked up at the lad.
"My waist. Get my hips."
He spread his legs over her so that her head was almost between his feet and their bodies faced one another. Karen could look up straight into his spread crotch and see his distended pouch. Greg certainly could see it and the kid was hung like a steer. Greg would have been wary of matching cock size with the teen-ager.
"All right?" David muttered and he was practically panting. So was Karen. Her body trembled.
"You'd better get me higher," she urged.
He slipped his hands to her upper thighs, gripping her where her skirt met her naked flesh. "like this?"
"Maybe at my knees, David. You know what to do."
"I sure do."
He grasped her knees and hung on. Greg later had to admit that it wasn't David's strength that did it, but Karen's own will and desire. In any event, her knees began to drift apart and, when they were two inches from one another the miniskirt suddenly untucked itself from between them and plunged all the way down to her waist
There were two or three stifled gasps in the room for, of course, she was naked. They all gazed at her creamy thighs, her perfect hips, the wonderful blond nest between her legs. The hairs were bright and shiny, for they were moist from her excitement.
Sigrid tore her eyes from the sight and turned to Greg. "Well, who wins the bet?"
"His hands are on her...first" Greg replied in a lame and defensive voice.
"Of course. She asked him to put them there."
Karen was wobbling as David removed his hands. He'd heard the conversation and, apparently, he didn't want to be accused of cheating. Karen cried out again for his help and he dropped to his knees in front of her, his legs only a few inches from her upside down face.
He gripped her shoulders and, as he did so, her breasts slid out of the reversed bodice. They came down almost to her chin and David moved his hands from her shoulders to her breasts. He planted a palm over each burgeoning mound and they heard Karen's moan of total pleasure. At her crotch her hairs seemed to shine more, and Greg realized her secretions were increasing. She was close to an orgasm.
He had to do something. "Get your hands off her!" Greg snapped and David at once did as he was told.
An instant later the shuddering Karen lost her balance and she came tumbling down. As she fell her skirt flipped back over her crotch and her breasts, braless, slipped back inside her bodice. A strategic shaking of her shoulders helped the process along.
She struggled to her feet, her face pink, her blond hair tousled. She regained her balance and laughed with a nervous sound. "Well, that was something. I hope I didn't make a fool of myself. Things seemed to be getting out of hand." Her breasts were swollen from her excitement and Greg could easily see the stiff nipples pushing against the thin bodice.
"You were beautiful, my dear," Sigrid said in a matronly way. "Wasn't she, David?"
The boy nodded. "I'm gonna try standing on my head. It looks like fun." He grinned at Karen like a child. "Don't let me fall, okay?"
"Okay," Karen replied, her eyes bright.
The boy displayed his athletic prowess at once. He knelt, put his head down, and lifted his feet as easily as though he were taking a walk. He stood on his head, hands propping his body firmly so that his body was straight up and down. After a wiggle or two he grinned upside down at Karen.
"Come on, don't let me fall."
Greg saw that, with the words, the kid raised a hard-on that seemed to fill his crotch to a bursting. He could see the coiled snake in the tight jeans, the tight nuts above. He was ready to split his pants with passion. There was no doubt that Karen saw it all, too.
He saw his wife's mouth sag open, her eyes bulge. Her face was more flushed than ever, but not from standing on her head. She moved closer to the boy and her hands came out to grasp at his hips.
"That's it," David exclaimed as his body trembled. He was trembling because he was worked up, Greg was certain.
Karen couldn't seem to tear her eyes from that bulging pouch, and as Greg and the others watched, she went to work. She slipped her hands from his hips and grasped his upper thighs, much in the way David had been grasping her thighs not long before. Then, one hand still digging into a thigh, she permitted the other to drift over his zipper. Karen made a pretense of accidentally brushing his fly, but she let her thumb catch the zipper tab and, when a finger joined the thumb, she slid the zipper toward the ceiling until it was gaping open.
As Karen did this she turned away, toward Sigrid. "He's quite a boy."
"Quite," the Amazon agreed.
Karen sighed and turned back to him in the instant that his rock-like prick uncoiled and shoved its head through the open fly. It came out like a steel bar, fully a foot long and precisely horizontal to the floor. Christ, Greg thought, these Taylors were in prime physical condition.
Karen licked her lips and then she did it. When he quivered again she cried, "Don't fall!" and she tightened one hand on his thigh. The other, as though by accident, grasped the shank of his massive cock as though it were the handle of a tennis racket.
It was a long and tanned cock with a gigantic knob. A fascinating thing for men and women to behold. The knob was a pink, deeper in color than the rest of the huge organ. As Greg watched the small fingers close around the shaft he saw the knob turn a deeper color.
"Lordy," Diana breathed. "As many times as I've seen it I never miss a chance to see it again. It's like a visit back to the Grand Canyon, I suppose."
Greg, who had been to the Grand Canyon, nodded. 'Take it from me, it is."
Karen kept a firm grip on the prick and a moment later she used both hands. David was panting. "Mrs. Eastman, I don't think you can do that for long."
"Notice who is using her hands on whom, mister morality," Sigrid rasped to Greg, and she was unable to hide her smirk.
The little son of a bitch has hypnotized her," he shot back in a low voice.
"Of course. With that hunk of beef between his legs."
Again they quieted and watched as Karen bit her lower hp. "I think I know of a way to keep you from falling, David. I'll need a stool."
She had hardly gotten the words out of her mouth when Diana dashed across the room and produced a stout stool, one used for exercising. It was almost impossible to upset. Karen smiled her thanks and placed the stool before David. The boy looked strange, on his head, breathing hard, fly open, his cock standing at right angles to his thin body. Everything he ate went into his prick, Greg reasoned.
Karen climbed up on the stool and in a flash Greg saw what his wife had in mind. Jesus! Was it possible? His own wife was going to do it with this punk kid before their very eyes? Even before the eyes of her faithful husband? He had to catch himself up short. Faithful, my ass.
As Karen straightened he saw that the stool was the right height exactly. Probably it had been used before for the same purpose. There was no telling with this family.
Karen's crotch lined up with David's thrusting cock. She had only to lift her skirt...and as Greg thought the words Karen carried them out. She lifted the skirt and leaned her hips forward. Sure enough his prick raked across her lower belly and she sucked her belly in sharply from the excitement of the contact.
In that instant Karen was alone in the room with her' young lover. She was a fully willing partner as she half raised herself on her toes and worked her spread knees around so that the big knob nestled into her blond bush. She wormed her hips this way and that, and Greg could see the cock hook onto the lips of her cunt like a homing device. The pink lips spread and she began to take him. He entered slowly, smoothly, with a minimum of panting and jerking.
Greg felt his own cock straining against his crotch and he looked down at himself. As he did a small hand covered his pouch and squeezed it reassuringly.
"Take it easy, Mr. Eastman," Diana murmured. "We'll get around to you."