Chapter 4
"I wonder if the Masseys are going to be at Riley and Lois' tonight," Sandy Timberlake said to her husband as he backed their car out of the driveway and turned in the direction of the night's orgy.
"Want another shot at Bob, do you?" Randy answered her, with a grin. In the 10 years he and Sandy had been swinging, he'd come to know her taste in men well, just as she knew his tastes. They even played games with their knowledge, pointing out men or women that would appeal to the other. Sandy had often said that her husband seemed to know, better than she did, whether she would enjoy fucking a man before she had him.
"Hell," the buxom blonde answered, "I want a shot at his wife too."
It didn't bother Randy to hear his wife confess that she wanted sex with another woman. He knew she was a complete bisexual, able to enjoy any kind of fucking or sucking, that she could climax just as easily with her mouth against a hot cunt as she could if she was sucking a hard cock.
"Well," he answered, "I'm sure you'll get it. They certainly seemed to have enjoyed themselves the other night at Dave and Toni's. I just don't know whether Riley and Lois invited them tonight or not."
The Sheridans and the Timberlakes were both in the swapping group that had developed around the Wilcoxes, but most of the people who came to parties at the Sheridans' were couples that Riley and Lois had met on their own, people whom they had come into contact with through the magazines that served to introduce swingers to each other. Once in a while, Dave and Toni would show up at a Sheridan orgy, and the Timberlakes were regulars, but the crowd at Riley and Lois' was an older, more jaded set than at the Wilcoxes. Among the Sheridans' regular guests was a recent widower who would spend the evening licking ass-holes and a woman who liked nothing better than to he in a bathtub and have people piss on her. Since the Massey's were recent converts to swinging, Riley and Lois might not have invited them; on the other hand, the very fact that they were new to fucking other people might have lent them an aura of freshness that most swapping groups needed from time to time.
"Yeah," Sandy said. She snuggled closer to her husband and rested her head on his shoulder. "You know, it's about time we got the kids out of the house for a weekend so we could have a party."
"Speaking of kids," Randy mused, "I wonder if young Riley's going to be there tonight." The Sheridans' son was sixteen and attended a boarding school in Phoenix.
"You haven't had any chicken for a long time, have you?" Sandy asked. It had bothered her at first, when she'd learned that her husband enjoyed sucking off a young boy occasionally, but she had quickly realized that it was to him what eating a cunt was to her, just a very enjoyable variation on the normal pattern of sexuality. Sandy understood that her husband wouldn't go looking for a boy to suck off, that he wasn't interested in picking up the young hustlers that hung around certain sections of town. But, when they were at a party and there was a young male present, Randy would ask him if he wanted a blow-job. Usually, the answer was yes.
She, herself, had never understood the appeal of a teenager; a couple of places they went, on a more or less regular basis, were homes where the teenage daughter took part in the orgy, but Sandy had never felt any compulsion to go down on any of the teenyboppers. She had eaten one 16 year old, but only because the girl had sat astride her face one evening. At the time, the girl's father had been fucking Sandy.
"I just like the way young Riley's ass squirms in my hands when he's cuming," Randy said. He wondered if Sandy had noticed that, lately, they had begun talking a lot more about their sexual proclivities, particularly when they were on their way to an orgy, almost as if they were talking each other into a hotter frame of mind, getting each other super-turned-on for what was to happen.
"So do I," Sandy confessed.
"So does Riley," Randy added. They both chuckled, as they remembered their shock on learning that Riley and Lois Sheridan had both had sex with their son. It had been the first time they had encountered any swingers that included incest in their sexual repertoire; at least, it had been the first time they'd encountered any who admitted it.
"I wonder if Jim and Paula have ever done anything with Cyndi?" Sandy mused, referring to a couple in another set whose daughter had been attending her family's swap parties since she had turned 15 and been deflowered publicly by her father's partner, on whom she'd had a violent crush.
They were turning into the Sheridan's driveway and both were a little surprised that the only cars visible were those that were normally parked in the driveway. It was unusual for them to be the first to arrive at Riley and Lois', since they had further to drive than any of the other regulars.
"There's Riley," Sandy said, pointing to the man as he walked towards them, motioning for them to stop, even though they were barely into the driveway.
He walked up to the car and leaned in the window on Sandy's side. "Listen," he said, "we tried calling you, but you'd already left. Lois' parents called an hour ago and they're going to show up and spend the weekend. Thank God they decided not to surprise us too much. The old lady would've had a heart attack if she walked in and found us carrying on. I mean it; she's got a bad heart as it is and she's so pious it makes your teeth ache. Hell, she thinks it's indecent that Lois sleeps raw. I'll bet her husband's never seen her completely nude in his life and they've been married for 44 years."
"Nobody else is going to have people over?" Randy asked.
Riley shrugged. "Oh, I'm sure some of them will get together. You know where everybody lives, drop in on somebody if you want. And, listen, well call you as soon as they leave, we're just putting this thing off for a few days. I've got the wildest films; a couple of twins and a German Shepherd. Man, oh man."
"Looking forward to it," Randy told him, adding: "Be sure to call us when you've got things together." He waved as he put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway.
"Riley and his films," Sandy muttered. "I think he'd rather watch a movie of somebody fucking than he would fuck himself." She had had Riley
Sheridan enough to know that he wasn't very good.
"I'm surprised Riley hasn't bought a movie camera and started filming parties," Randy said.
"Well," he asked, a moment later, "what do you want to do? Drop by somebody else's?"
Sandy shook her head. "Why don't we go out on the town and go home early. It might be a gas, spending Friday night together." Friday was their usual party night and, while they always had sex together at the end of the evening, it had been years since they had spent a Friday night without fucking somebody else.
"Fidelity as a new perversion," Randy teased, chuckling. T can dig it Where do you want to go?"
"It doesn't matter," Sandy answered. "But, you know, I was reading the Free Press the other day and there're three or four places now where they put on shows. You know, where people come out on a stage and fuck. I wonder if one of those places might be interesting."
"We can always leave if they aren't," Randy reminded her, as he headed the car into the heart of the city. Twenty minutes later, with a copy of the latest underground newspaper open before them, they were looking at the ads of the clubs that offered live sex as entertainment.
"Here," Sandy said, pointing to an ad, "this looks good. The Eros Playhouse. Somebody was telling me that they're pretty sophisticated, that they do little skits that end up with the people fucking. The other places, people just come out and get it on."
"It's close," Randy noted. "Why don't we leave the car and walk over?"
A few minutes later, they were in an anteroom to the club, where a young man was saying: "This is an application for membership in Club Freedom; it says that you know the clubs we operate present acts of sexual intercourse, of various kinds, that you come in of your own free-will and won't be offended by the acts you see, that you are not an agent, paid or otherwise, of any law enforcement agency or citizens group opposed to the presentation of acts of sexual intercourse before an audience of consenting adults, that you agree not to take any photographs of the acts being performed. You pay ten dollars, but you get two free drinks tonight, and the card gets you into three other places for the normal cover charge. You also get put on our mailing list, if we open any new places, well let you know, just like well let you know when we change shows or when we have any films of the shows for sale, if you're into movies."
The Timberlakes realized it was a document to protect the club, and signed. The state supreme court had recently ruled that private clubs could present acts of sexual intercourse to amuse their members and it had ruled a few years before that a policeman, if he denied his connection with the force, could not testify about what he learned as an undercover agent.
A few minutes later, with the first of their free drinks before them, they were seated close to the stage, at a small table, waiting for the first show to start.
The set was simple: One wall had two doors, the opposite wall had French-windows covered by curtains; between these walls were a double bed, a dresser and a chair, on the wall behind the bed were a couple of posters of naked women and a poster that said "FIGHT BIRTH DEFECTS-MASTURBATE." The Timberlakes thought that was amusing.
Suddenly the lights went down and a couple of spotlights lit the stage. One of the doors opened and a short, slender girl came on. From the way she was built and dressed, it was obvious that she was supposed to be very young, although Randy and Sandy were aware that she had to be at least 18.
The girl turned on a radio on the dresser, tuning it to a station that played rock music. Slowly, yawning all the while, she began to undress, opening the buttons on her dress while she stood at the foot of the bed.
Once the dress was opened, the girl slid it off and tossed it onto the chair. She was wearing a white bra and panties and she removed them matter-of-factly. It wasn't a strip tease, it was just what was supposed to be a recently pubescent girl undressing in her bedroom.
Her tits were small, but nicely formed and she didn't have much hair on her cunt. Idly, Sandy wondered if the sparse growth was how the girl really looked, or if she'd removed some of her cunt-hairs to make herself appear younger.
The girl sat on the end of the bed, her thighs spread far apart to show her cunt clearly. With exaggerated motions, she ran her fingers over her thighs and up to her tits, which she cupped and squeezed. A dreamy look crossed her face as she continued to play with her tits.
After a minute or so of that, the girl let one hand fall to her cunt. Slowly, almost as if she were fearful, she ran a finger along her cuntal furrow, then repeated the action. Gradually, as she continued to work the other hand against her tits, she began fingering herself faster and faster, until her ass was bouncing up and down on the bed. With a moan, she stuck two fingers into her twat and began sawing them back and forth.
"Linda! What are you doing?"
An older woman, clad only in. a bathrobe, was standing at the door the girl had entered through. There was a certain similarity between the two and it was obvious that the new arrival was supposed to be the other girl's mother.
"I...." the girl on the bed exclaimed, jerking her hands away from her tits and cunt.
"You know what I said I'd do if I caught you playing with yourself again," the older looking woman said, advancing to the bed. "Go and get me a belt or the hairbrush."
"Awwwwwww, Mom," was the reply. "You do it too. I saw you. How come it's wrong for me to diddle my cunt?"
"Because I said it was," the woman answered. "Now get the brush or the belt and be quick about it. You know it's going to be harder on you if you try stalling."
With a look of resignation on her face, the girl moved to the dresser and returned with a long-handled, broad hairbrush, which she handed to her mother as the woman sat on the bed. In doing so, her robe fell away from her thighs, revealing a thick mat of hair at the base of her belly. It was obvious that the woman had big tits, even though the robe was closed at the top. "Get on my lap," the woman said and the girl, acting frightened, obeyed.
When the girl was in place, the woman began to swing the brush up and down over her trim ass. Each time the brush descended, there was a loud WHACK, obviously from offstage. The girl began to squirm and cry out, but the mother continued to ply the brush.
Neither Randy-nor Sandy found spankings erotic or stimulating, although both knew that other people often did. Still, they didn't mind the scene they were watching, for, as she squirmed, the girl managed to open the top of the woman's robe, and reveal her big tits, which had huge, hard nipples. The woman's thighs fell apart a little, showing her cunt to the audience.
Suddenly the girl arched her belly into the air and the onlookers could see that she'd jammed one hand into the other woman's pussy. "Linda! What ... what?" the woman muttered, pretending confusion.
Linda shifted her position and captured a hard nipple in her mouth, then sucked noisily at it. "Stop it, Linda, stop it," the woman moaned, but her hands were holding the girl's mouth to her tit.
As Linda continued to work her hand against the other woman's cunt and suck her tit, the woman shuddered and, reversing the hairbrush, slid the handle into the girl's wet cunt, then began fucking her with it. "OOOOOOOOOOOOH," the girl squealed as she slid her mouth to the deep cleavage of the woman. "OOOOOOOOOOOOH, Mom, Mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
"Please, Linda, stop it, stop it," the woman pleaded. But, it was obvious that she didn't want the girl to stop, for she had her free hand on one of the girl's tits and was stroking it greedily.
Linda shifted again, pressing her mother back to the bed. "Let's do like you and Miss Kate do," she whimpered, reversing herself and throwing one leg across her mother's body as she lowered her head toward the hairy cunt below her. For a moment, the woman did nothing. Then, with a groan of sexual hunger, she grabbed the girl's ass and dragged her hairless cunt down to her face, as the girl began eating.
Randy's cock was swelling painfully and he knew Sandy was excited by the raggedness of her breathing and the way she was squirming about in the chair. Then he felt her nudge him and he looked where she directed him to. At the next table, the woman had her skirt as high as it would go and the man with her had his hand in her panties, obviously fingerfucking her. From the way the woman was moving her hand, it was just as obvious that she had it around her partner's stiff cock.
The Timberlakes looked around the room. At another table, the woman was blowing her date while he squeezed her tits, and a couple of men by themselves were jerking off as they watched the portrayal of lesbian incest on the sunken stage.
Sandy lifted her ass from the chair and drew her skirt up, then shoved her panties off completely. Randy was quick to put his hand over his wife's cunt and not at all surprised to find it sopping. He caught her clitoris and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger while Sandy reached over, opened his fly and took out his cock, then started massaging it.
On stage, the playlet was taking a new turn. The French-doors were opening and a man was stepping inside. From the mask he wore and the gun he carried, it was obvious he was supposed to be a burglar. He was also, except for his socks and mask, completely nude and his long cock pointed stiffly ahead.
The two women on the bed were moaning and writhing against each other, the older woman's feet against the edge of the mattress so her knees were elevated and her cunt spread. Occasionally, the younger of the two would lift her head a little and let the audience see her tongue as it slithered over the other woman's hot cunt. It was obvious that they were really eating each other, not faking it the way girls in some of the X-rated movies did.
Quietly, in an exaggerated tiptoeing motion, the man crossed to the dresser and removed a couple of pair of pantyhose from a drawer. From the way the two women were acting, they were about to cum and the man greedily eyed them as his mouth took on a leering grin.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," Sandy moaned, softly and Randy knew he'd just made her cum. She wasn't really jerking him off, just squeezing his cock rhythmically, but he didn't mind, that was enough stimulation when coupled with the action on the stage.
The two females on the bed rolled away from each other and became aware, for the first time, of the invader. He waved the gun in his hand in a threatening gesture, commanding them to be quiet.
It was interesting to watch their reactions: The older woman seem to cower away from him, even though she was flat on her back, and her hands covered her cunt as she stared at him with a look of fear on her face; on the other hand, the actress playing her daughter, who had risen to her knees when they'd finished eating each other, had turned to face the man and assumed an inviting pose, her knees apart, her pelvis jutted forward, her back arched and her shoulders held to add as much emphasis as possible to her small tits. She was staring, as if in fascination, at the man's hard cock.
"Wha ... what do you want?" the older woman asked.
"Guess," he said, his voice leering. "Go sit in the chair," he added to her.
"Nooooooooo," she moaned, "not my daughter, not my little girl."
"Shut up and do what you're told," he said, waving the gun for emphasis. "I'm not going to do anything she doesn't want done." Once more he waved the gun. "Get in the chair," he snarled.
Trembling, the woman obeyed. Once she was seated, the man tossed a pair of pantyhose to the girl. "Tie her hands behind the chair," he ordered and the girl jumped to do as she was told, her eyes staying on his cock the whole time.
Once the woman's hands were tied, the man directed that the belt of her bathrobe be used to bind her to the chair. He stuffed the other pair of pantyhose in her mouth and tied it securely so she couldn't yell. Then, with a leering grin, he draped the dress the girl had removed at the start of the playlet over the bound woman's head.
Placing the gun on the dresser, he moved to the bed and entered it, catching the girl's head and mashing his mouth to hers as he fondled her lasciviously, tweaking her nipples and clitoris, thrusting his fingers into her dripping cunt and up her ass-hole. The girl twisted and writhed in his hands with obvious enjoyment.
He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down toward his cock. The girl wrapped both hands around the shaft and still an inch of cock below the head was visible.
Again he pushed and she lowered her head until she could rub the cock across her lips. After she'd licked the head thoroughly, she held it and ran her tongue along the whole length of his cock, going down to his hairy balls, which she licked too. He tangled his hands in her hair and lifted her head, aiming his cock at her mouth.
Slowly, lewdly, he pushed his cock into the girl's mouth, until she jerked a little. Using his hands, he moved her head up and down around his cock until she began to move faster, sucking him of her own volition. His hips worked to and fro and she cupped his balls and squeezed them as he began moaning.
In the audience, Randy had two fingers in his wife's swampy cunt and the heel of his hand ground against her erect clitoris. Sandy's hand was now skimming up and down along the full length of her husband's cock, jerking him off in a steady motion. It had been years since she'd given him a hand-job and Randy was finding it incredibly exciting, particularly since they were in a room full of strangers. He knew that, every so often, others would look at him and Sandy, just as they let their gazes wander from the action on stage every now and then.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the man groaned loudly. From the way the girl's cheeks were expanding and contracting, he was shooting off in her mouth. From the way she was twisting and moving her body, it was obvious she was enjoying it.
A moment later, he lifted her mouth from his cock, spurting a last gob of jism onto her forehead as he did so. Swiftly, he maneuvered the girl until she was on her back and he was kneeling between her spread legs, which he caught and lifted high into the air, so the audience could see his long, wet cock as he slid it along the wet cleft of her cunt. The girl reached under his body, and grabbed his cock, guiding the head to her vaginal opening.
Slowly, he pushed forward. The girl's legs wiggled frantically and her hands clawed at his back, as if she were a virgin and the invasion of her cunt, particularly by such a large cock, was painful. But he didn't stop until he'd fed all seven inches of thick meat into her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the girl moaned.
His ass rose, drawing the cock out of her. Still slowly, he pushed forward, only now the girl lifted her ass to work her cunt up around his invading cock. Her legs crossed over his back and he drew his legs up until they were against the cheeks of her ass, then began to pump his cock harder and harder into her, until he was fucking her frantically. The girl sighed and gurgled and gave sharp little cries of joy as he hammered against her smooth cunt.
In a few minutes, the couple froze in orgasm and the curtain dropped, just as Sandy's fingers became too effective and Randy jetted his hot jism over the underside of the table. "Ohhhhhhhhh," he sighed. His wife echoed his soft cry of happiness as she came again, flooding Randy's fingers with her juices.
The house lights came on and fresh drinks were set before them. The Timberlakes had been informed that there were two separate shows, which was understandable. With each show presented three times an evening, there had to be an interval between shows to allow the cast to recover.
"I think I've seen that before," Sandy said, as she and her husband waited for the next playlet. "Wasn't that one of Riley's films?"
"I think that had a couple of girls the same age, not mother and daughter," Randy said. He wondered if Sandy had realized what had hit him while the younger looking actress had been blowing the man, that the girl looked like their daughter had several years earlier, the older actress looked like Sandy would in another ten years.
Again the lights went down and the curtain rose. This time, when the door opened, a couple entered. The woman was a few years older than the man and, from the way they clung to each other and walked, it was obvious they were supposed to be slightly high.
"Well, here it is," the man said. "I said it wasn't much."
The woman pretended to look around, as if she were in the room for the first time. "What's out there?" she asked, pointing to the French doors.
"A tumbling down porch," the man answered, removing his tie and jacket. "You want another drink?"
She shook her head, standing beside the bed swaying slightly. He walked up to her and kissed her deeply, tilting her head back as he lowered his mouth to hers. When he stepped away from her, he had opened the zipper on the back of her dress and all she had to do was slide her arms through the sleeves and the dress fell to her feet. She looked down at her slightly overweight body and then at him. "You're a fast worker aren't you?" she asked, sounding bitter.
"What the hell?" he replied, removing his shirt. "This is what we came up here for, isn't it? We both know what we want; a good, hard fuck. That's why you were in the bar, you want to get laid."
"And all you want is the money, isn't it," she demanded. She picked up her purse and handed him a bill.
"I've got to eat," he said, defensively. "You think it's easy? You ought to see some of the women I bring up here. Sure, I got a guy that pays my rent, but that's all he does, pay the rent. I have to earn my own living and keep myself available for him."
The woman had removed the rest of her clothes, as had the man. He had a fantastic cock and Sandy sucked in her breath at the sight of it. She could imagine women, in real life, paying for a fuck from him, if they weren't getting laid regularly.
The two on the stage stepped together and kissed as the man began to massage the woman's big tits, rubbing them together as she trapped his cock between her thighs and let it slide across her cuntal furrow.
"Can ... can I suck it?" she whimpered, when she stepped back from him. Without waiting for an answer she dropped to her knees and stuffed the cock in her mouth, chomping greedily on the spongy head as he shuffled around until he could seat lnmself on the end of the bed.
The audience watched, wide-eyed, as she took the whole cock in her mouth. The glans had to be in her throat, when her lips closed around the hase and Sandy shivered at the idea of sucking that much cock. The guy was actually hung better than Randy and he was the envy of three swap clubs because he was so well endowed.
After sucking the man for several moments, the woman rose and pushed him back on the bed. Climbing above him, she leaned forward and dangled her tits over his mouth as she held her ass high and let the audience watch as she reached back and guided him to her vagina. Slowly, she worked her fat ass down until there was none of the cock left outside her pussy. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she sighed. "I haven't been fucked in so long, soooooo longggggg."
That was supposed to be obvious from the frantic way she worked her cunt over the big cock. Her ass would rise until only the head was in her vagina, then she would grind down, wiggling her ass from side to side, acting as if she was having more fun than she had in months.
All at once, a bell rang. The man threw the woman off of him as he rolled to the floor and grabbed her clothes. "Jesus, it's the guy that pays my rent," he exclaimed. "Come on." He grabbed, the woman's hand and dragged her off-stage, using the other door. A second later, he reappeared, wiping his cock with a damp cloth that he tossed through the door, then he swung it shut as there was a knock.
Opening the door he'd entered through with the woman, he revealed a paunchy, balding man smoking a cigar. The man's eyes went up as he took in the younger man's nudity and his hard cock. "Lover," the young man said, T was just lying here thinking about you."
"Yeah?" the man growled suspiciously. "I'll bet you were thinking about me. Thinking about some cheap slut's more like it. Well, no matter who you were thinking about. You've got it up good and I'm here and that's what counts."
The other door flew open and the woman, still naked, stepped into the room. "You son-of-a-bitch!" she screamed. "This is why you won't fuck me? You and this whore. I'll be god-damned!"
"Louise?" the older man said, incredulously. "What're you doing here?"
"I was getting fucked," she screamed. "You don't fuck me, and what happens? I buy a piece of ass and it turns out to be I still don't get fucked."
She slipped into her dress, which she had in her hands, then into her shoes. "Here," she yelled, throwing her underwear in the older man's face. "One of you can wear these. I'm going home and call my lawyer."
"Now, Louise," the man muttered. As the woman stormed out of the room, he turned and followed her, pleading with her to let him explain.
The young man sat on the edge of the bed, his hand working on his cock. "What a hell of a way to earn a living," he sighed. "And they're the sanest of the regulars."
The lights went out.
It took the audience a moment to catch on, then they roared with laughter. "That was pretty funny, wasn't it?" Sandy asked, when the lights came back on.
"I don't know what was funnier," Randy answered. 'The surprise when it turned out the guy's lover was the dame's old man, or finding out that they did it once a week." He and Sandy were still chuckling when they decided that, rather than stay and see the shows again, they'd go somewhere else.
"How'd you like the shows?" the young man that had sold them their memberships asked, as they passed into the anteroom.
"The first was really good," Sandy said, more to make conversation than anything else.
"The chick in that, the one that plays the daughter," the youth said. "She's got lots of money; she does this because she-likes it. A lot of the people that do these shows do it for the bread, but she does it because she-likes having people watch her when she's making it. The funny thing is, she won't put out unless there's an audience, won't even date. And she's turned down movie jobs. There's a demand for chicks that look that young in skin flicks. A guy offered her five hundred for two hours work and she told him to drop dead. But, put her before an audience and shell do anything. Next week, she's going to put on a show with a dog; sucks it off, lets it eat her, then fucks it. You ought to see it, it's wild."
"I'll bet it is," Sandy agreed, as she and Randy walked away. "How about taking me somewhere we can dance," she suggested.
"Sure," he agreed. "We'll make a night of it. It's still early, too early to go home on a Friday night."
It was twelve o'clock.