Chapter 7
In Byrd Dormitory Susanna was at that precise instant hooked to Everett's cock and he was satisfying an exhibitionistic quirk.
"Lock your legs around my waist and let me try to walk you over to your bathroom door mirror without coming." He'd pulled her partly over the edge of the bed, mounted her and, when her golden thighs scissored round his hips, he backed from the bed, then straightened.
Deeply driven into her vagina, he stood with her caressive wonder-body clutched tightly to his front and with a determined grunt, turned to walk slowly toward the mirror. His cuddly tigress was impaled happily on his cock, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, as she tried to urge a vertical copulation rhythm. It didn't work for Everett wouldn't cooperate, knowing the slightest exaggerated friction would bring him to his knees in orgasm.
He walked painfully slowly, his hands gripping her smoothly rounded ass cheeks, forced to ream her slightly at each forward step, and feeling the lightness swim through his head to the sensations of the clutching whirlpool of her tight vagina.
"Better be careful, Daddy man! Your eyes don't look like you're going to make it."
"Going to! You'll see... Ill make it and more!"
"You're going to get it off, I can feel it."
"You're going to ... not me, baby."
"Me? So what else is new? I ... I'm still with it though," she said, breath shorter now and head burrowed into the hollow of his neck as he carried her. "Let's make like the circus."
"How?"
"I always think of it when I see acrobat girls swinging to the male catcher high over the ground. Their beautiful bods are bent and strained like crazy in tight costumes. And when they're caught they always look naked, beautiful boobs and curvy front out to the crowd. Almost like they're hooked the way we are."
"So, be an acrobat," he urged.
She released her grip on his shoulders and, stiffening her back as her hands traveled down his sides, holding tightly for support, she arched deeply, trying to see her reflection in the mirror.
"Let me down farther." She pressed her hands against his, and he lightened the grip on her tail.
Slowly the contoured drama of her straining torso, her dark hair tumbling loosely as her explosively jutting breasts, her deeply concaved midriff, and her wild hips came into full view. And there at the center of the triangle, where her thighs spread wide to circle his waist, a great swollen prick drove into her luscious body. The erection seemed so big to her inverted vision that it protruded at either side of the center of her stretched pussy lips. Susanna stared at the invader cock with dazed delight. She was stuffed to the breaking and loved every millimeter of the horny spear.
"Take your hands away now. Let's see if I can hang from him without any help."
As his hands left her hips, Susanna slowly released the scissor position her legs had on Ev's waist. The tapered perfection of her thighs bent tentatively away from his body, as if she expected to fall, then her sleek calves were extending straight out and away.
She hung cemented to Everett by his blood thickened phallus!
"They wouldn't believe me!" she panted.
"Who?"
"The kids in Byrd!" she gasped. "I'd love to show .'em a real man." The gorgeous legs were bending round his sides again, then clasping snugly to his waist Everett clamped firm fingers to her buttocks, to immobilize her when she began to slip.
"Daddy, do it to me upside down! I want to watch myself getting it."
"Like this?"
His hands moved to her waist and, standing rigidly, feet slightly spread, he began to pump his thunderous prick into her precious passion tunnel.
Somehow holding back the surge of climax, he edged closer to the glass and gaped at his first inverted view of a female taking cock. Her tender labial lips were widespread and stretched taut around the formidable, almost unreal looking cock. Her dark pubic triangle pointed like an arrow to the action center, and the rest of her glorious front was a writhing, voluptuous madhouse of perfectly proportioned hills and valleys, muscles and golden flesh.
"Oh, yesss!" she squealed. "Do it! Do it. . . give me all you've got!"
Everett let her see what she was begging for. With maddening deliberateness, he forced the hanging body out along the length of his penis as if she were weightless, drawing her almost to the swollen ledge of the glans.
"It... it's just huge! Put it back. I want to see it go up me."
The sight and feeling tore her ability to wait for his semen barrage. As the fullness filled her vagina again, Susanna was a squealing climax-driven female.
"Oh, I want to ... to wait!" she screamed.
He wanted no part of waiting, propelling her in quick, jerky thrusts and whipping her orgasm with driving urgency, each pelvic movement taking more of him from sight. It was just as he had fully planted his prick again, that he felt the bubbling, urgent warnings of the rushing tidal wave.
Groaning deliriously, he sank to his knees, drawing her trembling spasm-torn frame upwards and clutching her tightly to his front as he collapsed to the floor.
Later they lay quietly coupled together, both reluctant to separate, both buried in thought. Susanna wondered whether Selena had been with Randy this day and how she was managing all that with Drew back home on leave. It needled her to ask her father how he explained his almost constant absence from home, what with Drew on a trouble leave and his marriage in shambles.
"Read your mind," grunted Everett. "And no, I'm not letting down my parent role. Drew and his mother are having hours and hours of chatting and, frankly, I've never seen him so happy. Doesn't act like a guy on a distress furlough, so Selena has got to be helping him. I'm better out of the scene. He doesn't cotton to his old man lately. I can feel it."
And what of Randy Trandel, wondered Susanna. Who does he cotton to? Or is he out of the scene, too? She decided to make it her business to do a little exploring the next day. It was part of her hyper-sexed problem, she decided, but even as she was playing at circus acrobat copulation, she was thinking of Randy. Three weeks passed since that fateful meeting in the library and his discovery of her relationship with her father. Susanna's curiosity was high.
She had talked with her mother each morning by phone and each day Selena had grown more withdrawn and mysterious. Leading questions about Randy had been answered indifferently with, "Oh, you know I'm spending every waking hour listening to your brother. Drew's had such a rotten experience with Fran."
An insatiable curiosity finally got the best of Susanna. She knew Selena had seen virtually nothing of her husband, even though Susanna had tried to urge him back for at least part of the time. Everett was a man possessed. Once he started to openly play with his daughter, he was blind to any other role. His teaching chores were performed in a robot-like way. His administrative headaches he turned over to his secretary. His husband role ... well, it was hard for him to remember the feel of Selena's body, it had been so long. No need to make excuses, Selena didn't even seem interested in the fact that he rarely returned home before two in the morning.
"See you tonight, kitten." Everett was dressed and standing at the door of Susanna's apartment. "Penny for your thoughts?" he teased the girl curled under the sheet as he saw her faraway expression.
"Huh?" Her glance focused on her father as she grabbed for an excuse. "I'm busy tonight, Daddy. I'm helping the dorm decorate for Homecoming."
"AU night?"
"Practically.. ."
Obviously disappointed at the first interruption of their evenings since they began their play, a slump-shouldered Everett grasped the doorknob. "Tomorrow night, then?"
"You better!" She fixed him with a stare of smoldering intensity. "And bring all of you with you!"
A relieved Everett headed for the service door of Byrd Dorm, pausing by the exit before stepping into the parking lot to be sure the area was deserted. A father departing his daughter's living quarters just before two a.m. was sure-fire material for gossip. Gossip he could live without. He'd caught more than one glance of bright-eyed curiosity from his cute little student secretary when he'd been absent-minded to one of her questions about dictation.
Ev knew he was in the most dangerous period of his professional life. One word of his illicit relation would blow him out of Pantamonet Prep overnight. Why couldn't he control himself about Susanna? How could he stagger around day after day, euphoric and dazed, waiting only till then next play date?
He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he hurried across the parking lot to the Fastback, buried in the midst of rows on rows of student cars. At least there he was taking care. No foolish stupidity like parking a standout like his Continental in that lot filled with bugs and compacts. He'd bought the Fastback just for his anonymity and his cleverness amused him, although it was a htde inconvenient to whip by his office in Faculty
Grove and make the car switch before going home each night.
In a corner room of the fourth floor of Byrd, flame-haired Katy Williams heard the distant sound of a Fast-back starting and slipped from her bed to hurry to the window. Mostly because she owned a Fastback herself and there'd been a rash of car thefts. She was curious to check.
"Can't sleep, huh?" murmured her friend Denise when she crawled back into bed.
"Just checkin'," Katy whispered. "Someone leavin' the lot in a Fastback and wanted to be sure it wasn't mine. It's okay. It was white or yellow, couldn't tell which, with a racing stripe."
Denise sat bolt upright, staring in the darkness at the girl in the adjoining cot. "Did you say white with a racing stripe?"
"Maybe yellow. Why?"
"No reason." Denise sank to her back and lay staring at the ceiling. The only such car that came near that description was the one her boss, Dr. Everett Wilde, had just bought. Teasing idly at the back of her mind as she drifted off to sleep was the curious coincidence that Dr. Wilde's daughter was proctor of this dorm.
It was after ten when Susanna left the decorating committee for Homecoming and tooled up the hill behind the campus toward her target. Hours of mulling over Selena's mysterious disinterest toward Randy and her intense attitude toward Drew had Susanna doubly curious. Something was up at her parents' home.
Wondering if Drew was even still at home on furlough, she killed the lights on her Honda and drew to the curb to study the house. Lights were on in the television den and no where else that she could see. If she drove down the gravel drive, someone would surely hear her coming and that she didn't want. Tonight she was "Susanna Sneak," spying out her own family, and not in the least self-conscious about it.
Her feelings were miffed, even without the suspicions when the only chances she'd had to see her brother were when Selena had thrown a kind of Welcome Home Drew party that pooped. Everyone was so uptight, especially Drew, and while Susanna had written that off because of his separation, she was hurt he'd never taken her invitation to come down and visit. Not even once.
She remembered how close they'd been just a few years back when they were adolescent kids growing up and sharing problems. There'd even been times-she shivered at the memory of how scared they'd been when they explored each other's body. Drew had been so psyched for sex those days. Even though he was a year older, he had seemed a lot younger to Susanna. Already she'd had this thing for her father.
Walking barefoot over the grass beside the brick farmhouse, Susanna could hear sounds that she guessed were coming from the TV. Rounding the back of the house, she was surprised to see the drape carefully drawn at the French door, and the window through which the sound was coming was also covered.
The dilemma was compounded when she edged close to the windowsill to eavesdrop and heard a distant background conversation, overridden by the strident voice of a football announcer. That meant Drew was in the den, since he was the only football buff in the family, but the muffled sounds sounded like ... but no! Not with Drew around! Susanna shivered at the unmistakable cry of a woman in the throes of ecstasy.
"Oh, do! Do! I'm cuhmmminnnngg! Eeehhh! Good ... oh, do it! Fuck me!"
Beside herself with runaway curiosity, Susanna fumbled the house keys from her purse as she stumbled onto the kitchen porch. There was no way not to follow her nosiness to the solution. She had brought Randy together with her mother and she had felt the sexual dynamite between them the night they met for the first time. No one could convince her it was over that soon. But what sense to those backdrop sounds of sex to a football game that only Drew would watch?
It was easy to follow the dark corners of the house to the TV den and to find the perfect peeping place at the sliding panel from dining room to den. Daddy had put that in for TV snack serving and now it was going to let her see who was having a snack of whom. "Drew, stop it!"
The electrifying plea penetrated the sliding panel just as Susanna reached to open it. Wildly cascading emotions gripped her briefly while she absorbed what must be happening beyond the thin plywood separation. Her mother ... with Drew? It would explain most everything about the distance both had kept from her for the two weeks since he returned.
She inched the panel a crack to give her the teeniest view of the den, and that was all that was needed for the most tremendous shook of Susanna's twenty years. There sprawled on the deep pile carpet on his back, lying brazenly naked, his prick fully buried in the writhing lusciousness of Selena, was. Randolph Trandel. And there, standing in spread-eagled arrogance, just too far for Selena to reach without dislodging Randy's cock, stood brother Drew.
It was an incredible, shocking, beautiful tableau, hanging in stop motion for a second while Selena stretched pleading hands toward her son's outspoken hard-on.
"Please, Drew, you must let me! I want you both at once!" She was already blinking on orgasm. Her body was in passion heaven with its pulsing, trembling excitement, its hips rolling, buttocks pumping in urgent rhythm to Randy's copulation thrusts from down under.
A frantic itching stirred Susanna's vagina as she gaped at the dazed want in her mother's eyes. Selena was lone female in command of two maddened males. Even Drew, still holding back from the reaching arms, was her slave. Feeling his cramming cock lured to go in still deeper, Randy strained upward to try to force more of himself into her vagina-impossible! They were mound to mound already. Selena was now totally out of control. Head thrown back, she gesticulated wildly for Drew, and this time he approached as Selena bent still farther back, silver blonde hair reaching almost to the floor, her fingertips touching the soaring conical hugeness of his glans. "
"Give me!" she panted. "Give it to me! I want to suck yours while I ride Randy!"
The great dark crown was at her lips, then it went into the ruby oval and out of sight. Susanna stared spellbound at the total animal beauty of the trio. Selena's sensuous mouth munched and siphoned and her wide-stretched pussy lips visibly pulsed and clutched at the shaft of demanding man-flesh.
Abruptly spewing the saliva-soaked penis from her lips, a Selena Susanna never had seen before shrilled the order, "Both of you slow down! Contest time! See who can hold off longest."
Her eyes glittering in savage excitement, Selena dragged Drew's hard-on back into her oral port, and the quick contractions of her cheeks made it plain she wanted both her lovers to fire quickly. An entranced Susanna, inflamed by the magic of their play, slipped her sweater over her head and quickly stripped jeans and panties. With no hesitation and no doubts that she belonged with the fun and games, she hurried toward the playmates.
Only one of the three saw her enter the den and drop to her knees beside the noisy TV set. A stunned Drew saw his sister nude and more torridly voluptuous than he had believed she could ever become. The last time he'd seen her unclothed was that time when they were kids playing hand games with each other. Then she was skinny and flat-chested and giggly. Incredible change! There, crouched on her knees directly before him and out of line of vision of Selena and Randy, was this fabulously stacked wildcat, dark hair spilling crazily across her shoulders, reaching almost to her hips, boobs jutting then fantastic over-development high and proud in hard-nippled abandon.
Drew felt the irresistible magnetism of Susanna's body, even as he felt his orgasm approaching like a thunderhead roar to the wildness of Selena's "fellatio. There was something bold and beautiful to having his sister watch him being sucked. Something that made him wish it was her lips on his prick, as well as Selena's, and her eyes told him that Susanna wanted that, too.
"Hold back, Drew!" howled the voice deep inside, and he tried to brace against the charging climax, feeling the urgent convulsions beneath of his mother's surrender and the groaning of Randy that told his ejaculation was gushing into Selena.
"Yeah ... yeah!" Drew's ejaculation sprang at the contagion of the others' climaxes and he stared fixedly at Susanna, all the time his come was cannonading into Selena's pretty mouth.
"Very, very pretty!" exclaimed Susanna, reaching to cut off the raucous sounds of the television, then twisting to smile devilishly into the astounded expressions worn by Selena and Randy. It was Selena who was most totally shocked. Unaware of how her daughter would react to what she had witnessed of mother/son play, she crumpled in curvaceous defeat at the side of Randy Trandel, face buried in her hands and shoulders shaking to the assault of tears.
"Baby ... baby!" cried Susanna, throwing herself at her mother's side and feeling in that moment years older and centuries wiser than the woman who had borne her. "Don't! Please don't cry! Nothing's wrong!"
At her last words, Selena looked up wet-eyed into Susanna's face. "Buh ... but it didn't bother you ... horrify you . . . ? What I. . . I mean, I was doing that to your ... my son . . ."
"Shuussshh! It was something else to watch. My turn next, okay?"
Disbelief was the only word for what showed in Selena's eyes. She twisted into Susanna's arms and for minutes of silence, broken only by intermittent little sobs, the two females clung to each other. To the males watching the sight of the two embracing bodies, "each fantastically desirable at every erotic point, was an irresistible turn-on. Randy caught Drew's eye and winked, then nodded to suggest a two-way attack, but Drew shook his head. His lips formed the word, "Wait! His refreshed erection standing stiffly from his gut as he rested back on an elbow said it wouldn't be long.
"My turn now!" Susanna whispered into her mother's ear and, catching the answering smile on Selena's lips, knew she had carte blanche with two very ready, very desirable males.
Outside the house, walking tensely across the lawn from where he had left his Fastback, a somewhat bewildered Everett Wilde was approaching his home. He had seen Susanna's Honda on the curb of the street, half-a-property away from the house, and that put him instantly on guard. She was supposed to be decorating the dormitory. Yet something had brought her up the hill to the house where almost anything could be happening these days.
A twinge of guilt needled Everett at the total bastard he had played around Selena in recent months. He probably had the most beautiful wife in the whole damned world and yet he'd opted to play with his daughter. Oh, he'd rationalized it a hundred times in a hundred ways, but he'd still dumped out on beauteous Selena.
Suppose Susanna had had a change of heart, he worried. Maybe her trip on the hill was a confession trip and he was already wiped out in his own home!
He quickened to a jog across the familiar lawn, feeling the pounding in his chest that he was nearing a very large crisis in the life of one Everett Wilde.
Susanna was deliciously in control of two naked males. She knelt before them on the beige pile rug and her golden body was taut with anticipation as she looked from one to the other. Directly behind her, hands clamped lightly on Susanna's hips, knelt Selena. She was maid-in-waiting to whatever her daughter desired. She also was strangely electrified by new sensations rifling her body. They had begun when Susanna cupped her close and their warmth and passion and femininity had mixed and mingled as Susanna comforted her.
The fabulous feel of those girlish contours pressed against hers! The lightning flashes jolted in her head when their boobs mashed and even their pubic mounds ground briefly against each other. For the first time in her life, Selena was snatched into borderline orgasm by the intimate pressure of another female's body. It frightened and lured simultaneously, and when Susanna had crept from her arms to kneel before Randy and Drew, Selena had to follow, to touch and to feel her daughter's reactions in what was certain to be a collision of three desire-driven bodies.
"Who will you have first, darling?" cooed Selena in Susanna's ear, breathing lightly on the lobe and wondering at the seething desire bubbling inside that wanted to tear the girl from her man heat and hold her cemented to herself. "They're both ready and then some!"
Susanna reached quietly for two uproarious penises, the men now standing side by side and each hoping to be the first one she chose.
"I am going to suck you both to see who has the most self-control!" she announced without smiling, leaning to kiss first Randy's swollen cock crown, then Drew's. "You were a tie with Selena."
"Ohhhh ... yeah, babeee! Yeahhh!" Both males went to their knees with the first siphoning and she was with each all the way, munching furiously on one while she massaged the other.
How much she takes, thought Selena, feeling oddly detached from the two men with whom she had just been so intimate. She was now fiercely needy of that passionate body so close to her to hold her and comfort her. Susanna was focused on her brother's erection, bent across Drew's hip, and somehow she had taken the whole of his fat cock crown and inches of his shaft from sight. With a little cry of impatience, she spat the glistening glans from her lips and leaned to concentrate on Randy. The pulsing urgency along his trembling gristly cock flesh told her he was going.
An unearthly climax scream sprang from his lips when she brought him on. "Guh . . . God, Susanna! suck me .. . suck!"
There was an intoxicating contagion to the sight of Susanna milking madly at the cock of one male while she massaged the eager prick of another, keeping him ready for her return. As the last drops stormed the depths of her mouth and dribbled to her throat, she swung to Drew and led him to the same wild orgasm in seconds.
It was intensely quiet in the den."
Susanna had wilted in a lovely sprawl of femininity across both men, and there was a light drool of expelled semen at the edge of parted lips. Selena leaned across her daughter's lightly trembling form and knew just the emotion she was feeling. She was almost near orgasm herself but not a really satisfactory one.
"Want this?" Selena pressed a tissue into Susanna's palm and the fingers closed around.
"No," whispered Susanna. "I love the taste of a man's juice. And it's wend and wonderful to take his semen down your throat."
"We're two of the same," Selena murmured. "And right about now you're out of your tree wanting."
"Ummmhh." Sensing the watching eyes of all three, Susanna licked her lower lip devilishly and caught an errant droplet of come. Both males were still violently erected and she could feel the quiver of their want beneath her, could feel the light tremor of her mother's arms at her shoulders, and she let the sizzling mixture of erotic frenzy seep through and seduce her totally.
Everett Wilde found his way silently into the house and followed exactly the route Susanna had taken before to spy on the light from the den.
There by the crack in the sliding panel in the dining room, he gaped at the four naked beautiful bodies entwined on the carpet's softness in the next room. There was no way Ev could absorb the trauma to his shocked eyes.
His assistant professor and his son, stripped naked and frantically aroused, then white shafts perpendicular columns of lust, spearing at the ceiling from either side of his daughter's body.
And his wife! He caught his breath at Selena's obvious involvement in the whole scene. She was hugging Susanna's body and staring with unembarrassed lust at Randy, then at Drew's aroused sex organs. Her own son! Her own daughter! Selena Wilde had gone berserk, Ev was certain.
He gaped at the sizzling figure of a woman he had thought he knew so well. With the other three, Selena looked entirely different than the female he had come to take so for granted. She was mature, ripe-bodied and tight-muscled at every point. Her light hair bounced happily to the wriggling of Susanna, and the pair looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. The rage seeped from Everett and in its place was a heat he'd never known before.
Heat for Selena ... for Susanna, too. Lord, what a mess he'd created for any return to normalcy! There in that TV den he'd finished with his own hands, and where he and Selena had made love a thousand times, she was now turned wanton, cuddling with their daughter, urging her on to incest with her brother.
He was about to see the lid come off of his family. No way to stop it now. He'd made a disaster for himself. Opened the door for Randy to get to Selena. Flipped out himself over Susanna. One way to go now, the morose thoughts assaulted. Straight to hell! Even his own son had been lured into the madness he, Everett Wilde, had created.
"I know what I want!" cried Susanna, suddenly breaking the tense silence of the four. "I want Randy from under and I want Drew on top! I want both of you shoving your pretty cocks in my vagina the same time."
"Can't do it!" yelped Randy.
She shoved him to his back and, when he tried to sit up, she shoved him again. "We'll split you in a million pieces!" he protested.
"That shows you what you know, chauvinist pig!" giggled Susanna, swinging to position atop the prostrate Randy and guiding his turbulent prick to her slit. She remembered somewhere hearing of "double cock" and she was beside herself to try it. The way she was needing, it seemed a nothing challenge to her pussy to stretch for two horny cocks simultaneously.
Drew, wild with want to try his sister, crept quickly to the back of her thighs as she flattened face down across Randy's front.
Drew forced her legs still wider to give him access to rear assault on her vagina.
"Yes, oh, Selena! They're killing me! Do! Do it!" Susanna drove furiously against the impaling flesh spears, feeling her head spin and go light to the incredible assault, then feeling hands caressing her breasts ... her buttocks ... her nipples ... stroking ... two hands ... four hands.... Two stud pricks and two groaning males pumping furiously into her.
A transfixed Selena gaped at the sight of the cock-maddened Susanna gone coital wild, her vagina crammed by the two erections but somehow taking the invasion. Abruptly three-way orgasm took them and the men, shuddering in the paralysis of orgasm, let their double-barrel blast of semen fly out of control into the tight trap of her quim.
Then quiet came to the den and for long minutes none of the embracing quartet spoke. Selena had let herself be drawn into copulation afterglow and was hugged tightly by the still bound trio. AU could feel the joyful thank you spasms ripped from Susanna's body and no one wanted to break the spell.
In the adjoining room a bewildered Everett watched the magnetism of the group and felt very much the fifth wheel.
Hard and urgent at his groin was a painful erection, demanding love and getting nothing. Ev was a man on the horns of a dilemma of his own making.
"I didn't believe making love like that could be so ... so out of this world to watch!" Selena said to the three whose bodies felt molded to her own. "Was it good?"
"Kinda wild," murmured Randy. "Don't know about Drew, but I got it off from that crazy competition. Like we were competin' for one woman and she couldn't take us both."
"It really felt like I was going to be two people when it was done." Susanna traced the line of Selena's profile with her finger, wondering whether her mother had felt the same vibrations in their holding each other just before she played with Randy and Drew.
A little shudder traveled the length of Selena's front, and the tremor touching her breasts caught Susanna's attention to the fierce erection of her mother's nipples.
"Selena's been left out in the cold and she's freezing to death," consoled Susanna, cupping an arm across the other's midriff just under her breast curve.
"That's a crock!" grunted Randy, squirming away from his position in the middle of the cluster of naked bodies and crawling to Selena's forehead. "I love those breasts so much I can almost make myself come, just thinkin' about 'em."
"I think they drive us all up a wall." Susanna, leaning across Selena's hip, looked in mock hatred at the thrusting globes. "They even excite me."
"With what you've got, that's a compliment," replied Selena, knowing part of her excitement was the nearness of Susanna's lips to a jutting nipple. "They seem to stay this way most all the time now. I must be oversexed."
"Way to test that!" exclaimed Randy, waiting for the chance as he crouched at Selena's head. "We put you on display and do anything but the logical. See if you don't get it off just bein' on exhibition."
"No!" Selena squirmed in sudden embarrassment as Randy's arms darted under her shoulders and around her waist. Restless fingers caressed the dramatic midriff curve just below the breasts.
Loving the idea of testing Selena, Drew dove for her ankles and forced her legs apart as far as his arms could stretch. Susanna remained at her mother's side, her head resting lightly on Selena's hip as she stared up at the luscious boobs heaving and straining against the trap of two males holding her nude and vulnerable to the eyes of the world. None knew that in the adjoining room her husband gaped at her half-pretended, half-serious struggle and saw a woman he'd never found before.
"I want you all to see how wonderfully sexed this girl really is," declared Randy, tugging Selena's lovely arms high over her head, then trapping them firmly, but tenderly, under his knees to free his hands. "She can come apart just to the least loving of her sweet breasts, and if you really want to see her get it off, watch what happens when I tease only one nipple a little." He reached across her forehead, and she saw the finger nearing that would trigger her in solo public orgasm.
"Please!" Maddeningly animated curves were involved and straining at every luscious point as she struggled against the hands holding her legs wide and the knees that trapped her arms, to present her helpless to the fascinated staring of one and all.
She felt as if her breasts were about to leap from her front into Randy's face and her vaginal lips pulsing and swollen, trembled upward to the obvious delight of Drew's inspection.
"Show us, Selena!" urged Drew. "Just like you showed me how to hold back from spunkin'. Suck in your gut-tighter ... tighter!"
Susanna's palm was on the flat, taut plateau of Selena's tummy, pressing just above her pubic mound and sending fiery sensations into her vagina. Visible to all was. the pulsing movement of the action under the mons, and even Susanna was transfixed by the approach of Selena's orgasm.
"She's going to come," whispered Drew. "Drop your hand just about an inch or two and tell us what you feel, Susanna."
Susanna's hand moved caressingly across her mother's lower body, coming to rest quietly at the crest of the mons.
Selena's hips began to move convulsively, her pupils dilated, and her strained smile suddenly seemed to freeze. Everyone knew her orgasm was just a breath away. A slow, demanding grind upward of her pelvis forced the vee snugly against Susanna's palm, and a spasm swept from her lower body across her hips, up into the tempestuous breasts.
"No! Wait!" she cried in last-minute desperation that made Susanna snatch her hand from the mound and made Randy stop playing with her nipple. "I ... I'd be too embarrassed. I ... oh, I feel like I'm on display to three billion people and I'm doing it all by myself in front of them."
"So? Do it! You're probably the most beautiful woman in the world right now," exclaimed Drew. "You are to all of us, for sure."
"And what's wrong with solo sex, anyhow?" Randy demanded, not releasing her arms from their out-flung position. "Lots of ways it's very special."
Susanna propped to her palms to look down at the erotic torment in her mother's face. The signs were all there that she wanted to let go and didn't dare.
"May I tell everyone something, Randy?" she asked, "about you and me in the library?"
"Sure. You know what you did for me."
Long tresses of dark hah danced lightly across the satin-smooth curve of Susanna's shoulder as she shook her head. "Not what I did for you. What you did for my ego. Wow!"
"I don't understand." The one thing Selena did understand was the pole hardness of the cock jutting directly over her forehead as Randy kept his position of guardian of her arms. No need for a guard now. Selena wanted to hear all. "Tell me how you helped her ego."
Randy flushed self-consciously. "I'd been climbing the walls wanting to get to you from the day I met you at the New Faculty reception. No way I knew. Then Susanna came home and went to work weekends in the library. Guess who spent every weekend there from then on?"
"Randy was so cute!" exclaimed Susanna. "He'd hole up in the alcove-you know where that is-and he'd do things with himself while he stared at me going around with books in my arms, thinkin' he didn't even know I was alive."
"Honest to God?" Drew was incredulous. "In the Prep library? Mean he did it more'n once?"
Susanna winked mischievously at Randy. "I'm not tellin', 'cause he's embarrassed. I can tell by his blush."
"So, solo sex embarrasses you, too," accused Selena, tilting her head farther backward to be able to stare at the fascinating cluster of balls and the trembling, ram-rodding tower of cock. "See, you're ashamed of what you did alone." '
"IThnnnnhhb!" The denial leaped like a snarl from Randy's lips. "I was damned proud, if you want to know. And if you want to know more, Drew buddy, I got it off better'n ten times every weekend for more'n two months, till she caught me at it"
A thousand questions swirled through Selena's mind at the admission. Susanna had caught him at it. Susanna had arranged that her mother catch the two of them at copulation in the Byrd apartment. But why? With the possessive way she'd come to feel about Randy's organ, why had Susanna chosen to share the wealth? She stared up past the outspoken sexual equipment into the bloodshot eyes of a man obviously possessed with want of hen
"Do it for us then," she commanded quietly. "Randy, you show us just how you did yourself over Susanna, and Susanna, you stop teasing my mons. I want to see."
"Do, Randy. Solo for us," whispered Susanna. "Like when I was a foot from you that time, never guessin' what was going on."
"Shut up!" Randy backed a bare inch from where his knees had been trapping Selena's arm, to be able to rest his weight, then he stiffened in proud exhibition of his athletic build. His chest expanded, and his stomach muscles taut with excitement, he tightened his buttocks to urge the genital power up and out. There, leaping as if to hurl itself from the pubic nest that framed it, the cock and balls of the man seemed a separate creature. Conscious of the eyes on his display, Randy's heart pounded furiously as he reached to grip himself.
"I like myself," he said, stroking lightly at the length of horny gristle.
"I'm proud of all of me and I made a goddamned mistake and married someone who thought this part of me is a joke. Hell with her! I look at you, Selena ..." He stared into eyes focused on his clenched pumping fist. "... and I look at Susanna, and I know the two most important women in my life don't think it's a joke. So, when there was no other way, this is how... damn it, how I honored them!"
An entranced trio surrounding him and an awed Everett, hypnotized by the turn in his life, watched the passion take Randy. He stroked in slowly accelerating rhythm, gripping himself so tightly that with each jerk of his phallus, Selena from her weird, wonderful viewing point could see the muscles that attached the cock to his torso, strain and stretch.
"I like staring at your luscious boobs and dreaming I'm pushing my cock into every little valley and hole I see!" Panting now, Randy broke off and gaped fixedly at Selena, then Susanna, then back to Selena again.
"Go, man, go!" urged Drew, fighting the deep demand to follow suit and frig himself.
The look on the faces of Susanna and Selena held him back. They were both completely focused on the almost maniacal masturbation.
"Damn! Too ... too quick!" gagged Randy, carried away by the charge of his orgasm, jerking wildly as the ejaculation flew from the tip of his cock across the delicious, yearning bodies spread before him.
Silence hovered over the den as he settled quietly on his haunches and rested back on his palm to watch the softening of his phallus.
"I can see why you're proud of yourself," Selena said quietly. "It was something I'd never watched. You know, when you came, the little hole at the tip opened like a tiny mouth and it was all silvery spraying from it. Beautiful!"
"So ... does solo still bother you?" Susanna leaned to look her mother closely in the eye. "Or will you let us watch you get it off, too?"
Selena hesitated only an instant, then drew her arms from above her head, smiling gratefully at Randy for releasing her. "I'd love to solo, as you call it," she said softly. "I've always wanted to do it in front of a man and never had the chance."
The listener in the next room cringed at the truth.
"And, Susanna darling, I've got to be as honest as the rest of you. I get very strange sensations. Ah terribly exciting ... to have you watching me do it, too."
The spellbound watchers saw her body, sparkling with the semen of Randy's ejaculation, arch to throw her boobs on fullest display. Her fingers traced from pointing nipples down across the slope of her rib cage, over the smoothness of her belly, till they reached her mound.
Both hands paused on the indentation at either side of her pubes, then crept tentatively to the dark line of her cleft. "I want you all to see the most personal me," she said. Selena was every inch the lady as she spoke. "I am like Randy. Very proud of this muscle in my body, too."
Less calm now, trembling fingers splayed the labial lips wide and a gasp spilled from Drew at the prominence of her clitoris. "It's a mini penis!" he whispered, awed.
Very quietly at first, Selena toyed the base of the taut nubbin, driving two fingers deep into her vagina and then spreading the moisture from the passion tunnel lightly over the clit.
"Something I've got to do, too, since Randy made me a present," she murmured, reaching across her front to daub at the puddling of semen in the cleavage of her breasts. "This is the perfect aphrodisiac."
It was anything but an act as she spread the semen generously over the burgeoning clitoris. "Love Mister Come!" she panted, her finger rotating with steady acceleration. She broke the rhythm abruptly, lest she come as quickly as Randy, and stroked the dark wrinkled line of her pussy cleft that closed over her clit when the finger withdrew.
It was a torrid sensuality to watch the stimulation focus outside the vulva, knowing how it tantalized the trembling clitty. A groan slipped from Susanna's lips as she felt Selena's self-torture, and she leaned impulsively to kiss the tiny knuckles of the hand covering the tortured pudendum.
"How can you stand it! Oh, how can you?" moaned Susanna, hopelessly inflamed by the magic of the moment and nibbling urgently at the fingers to beg them to open the precious cunty gates to everyone's view.
"I can .... stand ... it ... forever ..." panted Selena, driven by some deep-seated need to stretch this first attempt at exhibitionism, yielding to Susanna's pleas only by placing fingers at each side of her slit and splaying the silken flesh wide. The agonized clitoris was dark, almost like a nipple in its translucence as it stood rigidly erect and visibly pulsing.
"Oh, I can't stand it, Mommy ... you're going to kill me, but I just have to!" Susanna leaned to press a warm, lingering kiss to the taut clitty. Stormed by the passion of her daughter's lips, Selena stared down at the happiness radiating in the face profiled to her, burrowing now for more.
"Oh, darling ... what you do!" cried Selena, her hand stroking helplessly across the lovely curve of Susanna's back, fondling the dark hair and surrendering to the lesbian kiss. "Wait ... wait ... first let me do what I have to in front of the men!"
Eyes dark with the most intense want, and mouth still puckered and pouting, Susanna leaned back from her play and watched. This time the fingers were urgent and demanding as Selena masturbated herself. She rotated and squashed and stroked lightly in rapid fire assault on her clit and, without warning, her eyes fixed on Drew as the surge took her, she fingered herself fiercely through climax, moaning happy ecstasy sounds and writhing against the carpet as the emodon swept her body.
It was abruptly very quiet in the den. Watching, Everett held his breath and felt the outrageous pounding in his chest, wanting to leave and not daring to even take a breath, for fear of being heard. All this world seemed to have come crashing around his ears. Staying on seemed hopeless.
"Enough for tonight," he heard Selena's voice say from the next room. "I ... I think we'd better all do some thinking and maybe get out heads on straight before we do something foolish." Ev leaned back to peer through the sliding panel and saw his wife sitting up, reaching for Susanna's hand. "Come, darling. It's time for a little Mommy/daughter chat"
Everett knew he should run, but he had to hear the next planned meeting and he waited, staring as Susanna let herself be pulled to her feet, then be cuddled close to Selena's front. "Let's talk tomorrow sometime ..."
Randy groaned at the closing of the evening's fun. "Why don't you invite me to use your guest room, Selena? Might have some need of a nightcap, maybe."
"Not tonight. Now shoo!" She tossed Randy his slacks and turned from the den.
Everett barely made it to the back door when he heard the conversation out in the hah and knew the girls were already on their way upstairs. Outside he stood staring up at the second floor till the low light of the bed table lamp glowed against the drawn window shade. Would the two females play and cuddle all night long? And what was going to be done about bastard Randy, who had lied about one night with Selena? And good God, what would be the future for Drew?
For an indecisive moment he sulked near the side of his house, knowing that his assistant would at any minute be leaving the house and coming right past him, if Everett remained. A broken piece of leader pipe lay at his feet, and Ev hefted it in his hand. He'd have every right to use it. Put it right across the sonofabitch's neck and that'd solve part of his problem. Ev dropped the pipe to the grass and hurried off toward his car. That kind of thinking was just the sort of insanity he didn't need. Back to Byrd Dorm and wait for Susanna. The girls would tête-à-tête, probably play a little, and then she'd have to get back to her proctor quarters.
He gunned the Fastback down the hill toward the campus and sped into the parking lot, cringing at the light squeal of tires as he rounded the line of cars, looking for a parking spot.
Upstairs, corner room, third floor, Denise stirred at the tire sound and slipped from bed to hurry to the window and look down. She had been lying awake and was restless with her thoughts since coming back from the decorating which Susanna Wilde had been supposed to direct, Susanna had showed, then split within the hour. Denise's suspicions were fiercely alive as she peered past the window drape and saw the white Fastback with the racings tripe. It had to be her boss's car. But what would Dr. Wilde be doing in the dorm lot two nights in a row? When no one left the VW for minutes after the motor stopped, Denise decided. It could be her chance!
Grabbing her housecoat and ignoring her friend's question as she zipped to cover her nudity, Denise hurried from the room for the fire stairs to the first floor.
"May as well wait inside," Everett grunted aloud to himself after uncomfortable minutes of waiting in the cramped compact.
Following usual caution, he walked along the line of sheltering elms to the service entry to Byrd, then slipped quickly through the door. She'd be back most any time, he reassured himself when he neared her door and fumbled his coat pocket for her key. The door opened and he had a foot partly inside when the voice in the shadows directly behind him froze him in mid-step.
"Dr. Wilde, what a pleasant surprise for Susanna!" Denise swept to his side and, with frightening self-confidence, slipped through the door and swung to extend her arms in welcome, her housecoat opening to expose a delectable nude body, eager and inviting. "Come on in, Dr. Wilde. Let's wait for her together."