Chapter 2

The following Saturday night, Gene and Mandy Lewis arrived at the Horvath residence at 7:30 sharp. Gene and Norm immediately sat on the big living room couch and began discussing baseball and their respective businesses. Mandy joined June in the kitchen. She sat at the breakfast bar, watching June prepare dinner.

Mandy was 5'2", a mischievous and petite sex-bomb with dark brown, frosted hair. She wore shorts and a black, sequined halter, so that her shoulders and tummy were bare.

"I'm so excited about tonight's orgy I could die!" she squealed. She tugged at the halter and her big boobs bounced.

"Shhhh," June cautioned, gesturing toward the living room. "It's the three of us against Norman," she whispered. "Don't let on anything until I've gotten a few stiff drinks down him. He may be a 'player,' but the idea of swapping is going to be hard to sell him."

Mandy's violet eyes opened wide. She ran the tip of her tongue over her full lips. "Are you suggesting I can't excite him sexually?" she asked, winking. "Tell me, he is pretty good in bed, isn't he? I mean, he really does get you off, right?"

"Of course," said June, slicing avocado for the salad. "Would I stay married to some sexual clod? And don't worry, it's a big one, and it stays nice and hard. Mainly, though, he knows what to do with it. But making it with you in front of me-well, I-I just don't know if he'll do it."

"Wanna bet?" Mandy said, winking. "But I know what you mean. In fact, my Gene pretends he's not the jealous type, but when Norm starts slamming the ol' meat to me it'll be interesting to see how he reacts. Wow, I can hardly wait!"

June's voice dropped to a whisper again. "Me, too," she said. "I'm so bored I could die. At least you have your bridge. Me, I got housework, and shopping. Whoopee. Listen, I tried to prepare Norm a bit. I kept grabbing his cock this evening, to prime him sexually, and we talked about sixty-nining after you leave. Now the problem is to get him drunk enough. Fix two drinks and take them to the boys in the living room, huh Mandy?"

"Sure enough." She winked as she poured two stiff, very dark bourbons and water. She took a sip of one and made a face. "If this doesn't do it, nothing will," she said, then beaming and wagging her delectable, perfectly-shaped ass, carried the drinks into the living room.

When she returned, she said, "What I don't understand is why suddenly you're so interested in swapping husbands with me."

June shrugged as she stuck the steaks on the broiler. "I dunno," she confessed. "But I've been thinking about it all the time lately. Swapping, swinging, orgies, all of it. I've been so cock-crazy even the boys at the market in their tennis shorts turn me on." She did a little dance, wagging her ass and cupping her ample breasts in front of the oven. "Gotta git me some strange stuff, whooeee!" she chanted, giggling. "Christ, maybe I'm goin' through a premature menopause or something. All I know is I keep thinking of bodies-lots of them, all in a heap. Fucking, sucking, everything."

Mandy giggled, gulping at her own very strong drink, and almost fell off the barstool. "I can dig that, baby," she said, rolling her eyes playfully. "But premature menopause. Ha! Bullshit. You're luscious, sugar. Any 26-year-old chick with a body like yours ain't goin' through any menopause. Hey, where we gonna get it on? In the bedroom? On the living room floor? Where? I dig fucking on the floor. Gene and I do that all the time. Gene's a super fuck, as I told you. You're gonna like his style. Likes to stick his finger up your bung just before you come, though. Hope that isn't a turn-off for you."

"Hardly," June said. "In fact, I love it. I love everything but inhibition." She sighed suddenly. "Jesus, I've wasted so many years being a prude, a goddamn square. Now I want to do it all-everything there is to do with-with everyone."

"And boy does my Gene love to eat pussy. You just wait!"

"Is that right?" said June. She didn't like deceiving her good friend, Mandy, but she felt she could not tell her that Gene had gobbled her cunt royally, in this same family room, only day before yesterday. "Well," she said casually, "I look forward to Gene's eager tongue on the old cliteroo." She took a gulp of her drink.

"You mean, right up your rear!" Mandy said devilishly. "He's lovely. Like, I mean he's totally uncouth. An animal, really. He's one of the most obscene, adorable bastards I ever met. Absolutely bizarre and-and gross. Oh, yeah....

They were both feeling good from their drinks now.

"Hey, have you ever made it with another chick?"

June nearly choked on her drink. She coughed, then frowned. " 'Course not. I mean you have to draw the line somewhere. Really, Mandy, I'm surprised at you. Lesbianism ... ugh!" She made a face. Timidly, she asked, "Why? Have you?"

Indulgently, Mandy raised her eyebrows. "Sure, when you swap and swing it's bound to happen sometime. Lots of times the guys even insist on it. Hey, don't knock it till you tried it."

For some reason, the thought of lesbianism terrified June. She didn't know why, but it did. True, there had been that one time with the gym teacher, but-she didn't even want to think about it.

"Mandy, fix the boys another drink, huh? If they're not ready-well, just take the bottle and pour some in their drinks. Norm has to be primed, ready."

"Yes, ma'am," Mandy said, pinching June's nipple, then heading for the living room with the bottle in hand. "Shoot, I may even grope his balls." She exited, singing: "Gotta git me somebody to love...."

June wondered what had gotten into Mandy. She had never seen her behave this way. It was strange how you thought you knew some body, then found out you didn't know the real them at all. She downed the last of her very strong drink. She was taking the steaks out of the broiler when she felt a sharp goose in the ass. She turned, stunned.

Mandy just cocked her head to the side and made an innocent gesture. "Sorry, sugar," she explained, "just trying to get everybody in the mood. Hey, you should have seen your hubby when I grabbed his cock in there."

"You did?" June said, astonished. "What happened?"

"Oh, he and Gene just laughed, and then your little Mr. Innocent grabbed my tit. I don't think you're gonna have as much trouble as you figured. We gonna have fun!" She bunched her face up and held her arms out, like a tipsy Greek dancer. "Yeeee-aaaah!" she squealed. "Oh-oh-oh ... Give it to me, daddy!"

June got in the mood, too. She held her arms over her head and, raising her knee high, gave a little chorus-like kick. "Umm, give me all you got....Give it all to meeee!"

Both girls giggled hysterically and twirled there on the kitchen linoleum, doing the polka as lewdly as possible.

"Pour 'em another drink, Hot Mama," June said, "while I'm setting the table."

"You said it," Mandy agreed, carrying the bottle once again toward the men in the living room. "More booze for the tigers!"

After dinner, June served brandy in big snifters and left the bottle close to Norm, who sat on the couch, the bottle in front of him. He was quite drunk but not too drunk. Perfect, June thought, her pussy moist with eagerness and anticipation. Over the stereo, good rock music-throbbing, a primitive and steady beat-flowed steadily, setting the mood for the upcoming try for the "Sex Swap."

Skillfully, Gene and Mandy, who were both slightly bombed, were getting cozy on the floor in front of Norm. They were touching each other intimately, making suggestive remarks, hinting at sexual freedom and putting down prudes everywhere as they stroked each other.

Finally, June filled all their brandy snifters once more and got down on the cushions on the living room floor by Gene and Mandy. She made sure she was within reach of Gene, who obviously letched after her. Earlier he had squeezed her tits in the kitchen.

Soon, while the exciting music roared, Mandy reached up and slid her fingers under the cuff of Norm's pants leg. She rippled her fingernails, shoving her hand up as high as she could reach from the floor. From the couch, Norm said, "Look out!" and giggled.

"Hey, ol' party-pooper," she coaxed. "Come down here on the floor with us so we can all have some fun."

Norm was obviously higher from booze than June had realized as he slid from the couch to the floor. He didn't know what devilish Mandy had in mind, but he obeyed anyway, a silly grin on his handsome face.

June's heart beat faster. So far, so good, she thought. Please God ... Please!

Deftly, Gene reached over and began giving her a backrub.

"Hey, your wife's a gas, man," he said. "A tribute to stuffy, middle-class America. Wow, what a body! What an ass! What tits! I bet she keeps you all sexed-out in the old boudoir, eh?"

For an initial invitation, a prelude, it went well, June thought. Her husband nodded, not offended by Gene's attentions to her, the steadily-more-sexual backrub not bothering him. "Yeah," he admitted, slightly glassy-eyed, "to look at her you'd think she was just a very beautiful little homebody. But back in there." He pointed in the direction of the bedroom. "She's a regular whore."

Gene nodded, his hands moving around to the front of June's blouse, very near her breasts now. "Yep," he said, "what every man needs is a wife who looks like a princess in public but who's a fuckin' whore in the sack, right Norm?"

"Righto," Norm echoed, taking a big drink from his brandy snifter. "That's my baby all right. She's my special li'l whore."

June and Mandy exchanged meaningful glances. It was going too well to be true. Please God? June thought again. It can be such a beautiful thing. I need it-bad ... real bad. Everything depends on tonight. If it goes well tonight, then we can all go to The Caves ... swapping ... an orgy ... the beautiful bodies all grunting and squirming and coming ... I need it ... to give meaning to my hum-drum life....Make tonight work, so we can go to the orgies at The Caves....Please?

But Norm stood up and returned to the couch.

For an instant there on the floor June visualized bodies, bodies from all walks of life and every sexual desire, fucking and sucking-cocks slurping in and out of cunts, mouths and ass holes while a great moaning of indescribable pleasure resounded throughout the room. The Caves, she thought.

"Uh-I think I'll dim the lights a little," Mandy said abruptly, her timing perfect. She jumped up and turned off all the lights except one low-watt lamp in the distant corner. Then she returned and boldly sat on Norm's lap. She wrapped her arm around his neck, pressing her big tits against him. Tantalizingly, she gave him a long kiss on the cheek, then worked her mouth around, tonguing his ear and finally stabbing her long tongue between his lips.

Instinctively, the liquor still numbing him, Norm responded. His hand slid over and cupped her boob, ran down the flare of her firm, young hip. He had just begun to work his hand between her legs when he caught himself and glanced guiltily at his wife.

"Wha-?" he gasped, stupidly, blinking. "Jeez, I musta had too much to drink. Too much booze." He kept blinking and shaking his head. "Better have some coffee." He tried to stand up but Mandy stayed fixed on his lap.

"Aw-Oh!" Mandy scolded, giggling. "I can feel something nice and hard there in your lap, honey. Forget the coffee. Umm, stay right where you are!" She reached under her ass and squeezed hard. "Oh, Junie!" she squealed. "You didn't tell me your hubby had such a yum-yum prick. Boy, would I love a sample of this. Wow! Hard and beautiful." She sat there, licking his ear and playing with Norm's hard-on beneath her.

Norm squinted in the dim light, as though trying to see his wife's reaction. "Uh-I better get some coffee. I-I don't know what's happening. June? Junie? You there?"

"Of course she's here," Gene said, his hands up under June's blouse now. June was shuddering all over and dying to get his cock out. The big hard-on had been pressing against her hip now for quite a while.

"What ya doin' Junie? Huh?"

"We're just relaxing, Norm," Gene said. "She says why don't you relax, too. Hey, this is just like the Romans, huh?" he added. "You always liked to talk about Ancient History, Norm. Let's all just relax and hang loose, just like those groovy Romans. Fuck our stores, right Gene? Fuck responsibility and worrying about making money. Just for tonight, fuck everything I What do you say, eh? Listen, I can hardly see you two over there. L-Let's all just do what we want. Just for tonight."

Mandy had removed her halter, and she stood jiggling her luscious, bare tits right in front of Norm's face. She giggled, trying to get him in the mood as the music roared on, the beat throbbing. After a half-minute of this, she brushed one erect nipple against Norm's check. He took it in his mouth and clutched her trim ass. His fingers shot up under the bottom of her shorts and his breathing looked labored. June boldly took out Gene's rock-hard prick then. "Ohhhh, God!" she heard herself saying, fondling the hot and throbbing cock urgently, trying to make contact all over the big prick and balls at once with one hand. But, just as she had guessed, it was the action across the room-the sight of Mandy with her husband-that made her sexual excitement a thing of unprecedented, lustful joy. She wanted to see them naked and fucking. She wanted to see Mandy's mouth around her husband's prick. She wanted to see Norm's mouth working between Mandy's legs. Sucking. ... Fucking! She wanted to see their sex-crazed bodies glistening with perspiration and fucking with loud grunts that shrieked their need. She wanted to see all this while Gene sucked and fucked her, too. She wanted Mandy and Norm to gaze at her and Gene fucking as they themselves fucked. Oh, it was too beautiful for words!

"I-I want them to take their clothes off," she whispered to Gene. "I got to see 'em naked and fucking."

"Just give 'em time," he said, massaging her breasts under the blouse, stroking her panties at the crotch now.

And then Mandy moved into high-gear. First, she gave Norm a gulp of brandy and then she knelt before him, and slowly, tantalizingly unzipped his fly. Norm's mouth hung open, oblivious to the others in the room. He just stared, entranced, as Mandy let his hard-on flop free. She bent down, planted a big kiss on the head, gave it a lick and then began pulling his pants off. She tugged them off over his shoes, then slipped off his shorts and went greedily about the business of mouthing his dong.

From the floor, June shivered in the dim light, gazing up at Mandy nursing on her husband's large, pulsing cock.

"Ohhh," she groaned softly, spreading her legs. And then, while she watched the look of agonizing pleasure on her husband's face, Mandy's husband beside her, began stripping her. Soon she was naked, but not once had her gaze left Mandy's greedy mouth digesting Norm's hard-on there on the couch. She could hear Mandy grunting as her head bobbed up and down. And she could hear the sound of semen and saliva-slick-wet sounds-combined with occasional gurgles and swallowing noises.

Now Gene's head lay between her legs and he was lovingly kissing and inhaling her furburger below. He too grunted, and he turned himself, as he began licking her cunt, so that June could still watch Mandy and Norm while licking his own hard-on, if she chose.

She chose! The bone-hard prong was inches away from her face and in a direct line of vision with Mandy's cocksucking. She could suck, be sucked, and at the same time watch her husband getting his cock sucked! She grasped the delicious hard-on at its base and, fondling the hairy balls, began licking it like an ice cream cone. Simultaneously, she raised her knee, allowing Gene more room as his tongue laved her pussy lips.

Mandy ceased her cocksucking abruptly, and for an instant June felt keen disappointment. But then Mandy hastily stripped, and force-fed her big tits into Norm's gulping mouth for a moment before she laid him back down on his back and, straddling his face, began wiggling her hips, her cunt directly over Norm's face. Norm immediately clutched her firm, rounded ass and eased his middle finger in between the cleft, probing her asshole as she lowered her cunt to his face.

Norm ass-fucked her with his finger and began licking cunt. "Mandy," he gasped, really into it now, "what a cunt! Jesus, it smells so good. I gotta eat it all up. Oh, Christ," he muttered, and then his head began rotating and he was gobbling Mandy's pussy while she chanted.

"Ummm, good boy, Normie. Nice ... Aaoouuu! Good, baby. Good. Real nice. That's it ... eat baby's pussy all up ... eat it all. Suck mama's cunt. Lick! Lick! Suck and eat my cunt, sugar."

As she gave instructions that way, she rode his face skillfully, gyrating her taut little ass so her cunt made contact just the way she wanted it.

"Aaergh, grughm, grm ... grm," Norm gurgled, eating her cunt, obviously swallowing her juices. As he ate, one hand still fingering her bung hole, he squeezed the big, high tits with his other hand. Mandy's wide, huge nipples stood fully out, like little hard-ons, dark ones, as she stared down enraptured at the male face reaming her love hole.

Prom the floor, with Gene, June was going insane with lust. Never before had she witnessed such a spectacle. She had heard about other couples making it, but she had never even seen an X-rated movie! Her chest heaved as she gorged herself on Gene's big hard-on that seemed to grow another inch every time she took it to the back of her throat and tried to swallow it whole.

June could feel her lubricant and Gene's spittle running down the insides of her legs. He was making a pig of himself eating her, and it was heavenly! Occasionally, he would interrupt his licking labor, plant a big kiss on her puckered asshole and say: "All the way down your throat, baby. Oh, yeah ... and suck the balls, too. Good girl. Oh, Jesus ... can you ever suck cock! You were born to nurse on a prick, honey. Jesus, keep it just that way-right that way, sliding it along the roof of your mouth."

Now his thumbs and forefingers were pinching June's heaving, hanging tits at the nipples, sending shivers of ecstasy all through her shuddering body as she cunt-fucked his face and gorged herself at the fountain of his dripping phallus. She loved it when a man-someone other than her husband-was dripping his lubricant steadily into her mouth as she sucked. It was just as she hoped it would be. This foursome was a wondrous, mind-blowing event! Watching Mandy's blowjob, she imitated her girlfriend and gyrated her own ass so that it ground fiercely at Gene's gulping mouth between her legs. Heaven, she thought. Cunt and cock heaven!

And then, without warning, the sexual action in her view and the mouth gulping her cunt turned her briefly to hysterical. She jerked the hard-on from her swollen lips, stared at it savagely, threw back her head and screamed, "FUCK MY HUSBAND, MANDY!" she screamed. "I WANNA SEE HIS COCK STAB BETWEEN YOUR CUNT LIPS! FUCK! FUCK NORMAN, YOU HEAR? MANDY, MAKE HIM FUCK YOUR JUICY CUNT SO I CAN SEE HIS PRICK STAB YOUR WET HOLE. MANDY ... DO IT! PLEASE DO IT! I'M GOING CRAZY. FUCK, YOU TWO! FUCK SO I CAN WATCH THE PRICK AND THE CUNT AND THE JUICE!"

June could not believe her own ears. Yes, the words had come shrieking from her own throat-her throat tingling with jism drippings from Gene's eager testicles. The shrieks of pleading desperation had come from somewhere deep within. Her need had been so great, that some primitive urge had forced her to give voice to her frantic desires at that moment.

She gripped Gene's thick meat viciously in her fist, gazing at it and feeling his tongue and clenching lips working like some maniacal vacuum cleaner on her vagina and asshole. The pleasure was so intense she could not bear it, but she bore it, and morel She pressed down very hard, sitting down harder on her lover's face and, once again, began making adoring love to the big, swollen gristle-hunk before her. She loved the way the ridge of his bulbous head made contact with her pursed lips. She loved the magnificent balls that welled up before her eyes with each upstroke and downstroke of her bobbing head.

Oh, if only she could get the balls and the prick into her mouth at the same time! And then she knew other things. The true and ultimate need she had been fantasizing all along, without even realizing it, was for two men to assault her body simultaneously. At this instant, she wanted Gene to fuck her cunt while she rode him from above. At the same time, she yearned for a stiff prick-Norman's, anyone's-to stick her savagely, dog-style, in the ass. "Ohhhhh," she groaned, and she sucked with a fury now. And then if she could just have another colossal hard-on in her mouth, and one hard-on in each hand, it would be paradise!

But that would have to come later-at The Caves perhaps. She could not have all her sexual fantasies fulfilled in one night. No. Maybe this was all she could handle anyway this first night. She felt a preliminary orgasm approaching then-just a skimming, little one this time. And soon she knew there would be others, followed by the super ones-the soul-wracking, earth-moving ones that sent the eyeballs to the back of her head. Suddenly, again, she lost all control and became irrational. She felt her head fly back, the big cock slipping from her lips again, and as if her lungs had a will of their own, she screamed out into the dimly-lit room.

"GODDAMIT, I SAID I WANTED TO SEE YOU FUCK! FUCK, YOU SUCKERS, FUCK! LET ME SEE THE PRICK STICKING AT THE CUNT!"

Then, drooling and panting gibberish, she engulfed Gene's bursting, banana-like hard-on with her hungry mouth and stared at Norm.

Oddly, it was as if Norman wanted to give his wife exactly what she had requested so insanely. Still gulping Mandy's quim, he made muffled attempts to speak, which June recognized as noises indicating he wanted to fill her request. He managed to break the grinding contact of Mandy's demanding love hole. Then he stood up, his big prick sticking out like a flag pole, bouncing up and down as he moved, and he sat Mandy up on the thick, padded arm of the sofa. He was obviously giving consideration for his wife's point of view, for June, from the floor, could not have observed what soon followed if Mandy's cunt had been in any other position.

Mandy's saliva-slick twat gaped beckoningly at June, and June found herself intrigued by the pink vertical line, the sopping wet pussy hair, the spread of her long, well-tapered legs. June was staring at her friend Mandy's cunt and getting a charge out of it! She nursed still harder on Gene's engorged rod and wished Norm would hurry up and embed his lust pole in the juicy pussy. She wanted to see that oozing, twitching, gaping cunt-hole plugged good-stuck and fucked and filled up to the brim with an urgent, driving male organ.

June began to function in sympathy with the other couple now. She forced Gene's mouth between her legs to cease its voracious, unrelenting clit massage, and then she turned him around so that she could remain on top and soon fuck him that way as her husband, Norm, now fucked the gasping Mandy. Yes, when Norm fucked Mandy's cunt, June wanted to feel Gene's prick up inside her own love chasm, jabbing in cadence to the other couple. And maybe-just maybe-after a while she could even manage to steer herself and Gene (as one) somehow across the thick carpet and over near the fucking couple. She desperately wanted to lay her hands on them as they fucked. But Gene wanted to eat some more. He didn't want to fuck yet. She let him, wanting to touch Mandy and Gene.

This possibility sent even more intense shivers throughout her trembling young body. "Ohhhh," she groaned at the thought of Gene fucking her from below while she reached out and ran her hand over Norm's thrusting ass as she reached down and cupped his high-riding nuts as he drove his big hard-on from all angles at young Mandy's contracting cunt.

And then a new thought occurred to her. What she would treasure most would be to grope directly at the point of genital contact-reach down and actually feel the place of the entrance and exit of the cock. She wanted to make a sheath of her hand and feel the hard prick slide through her palm on its way into the pussy. Slurp, slop. She wanted to feel and experience the surge of their combined juices and hear their grunts and groans and pleadings, up very close. Yes ... yes ... just that way....

As visions of this blissful state of absolute sexual realization flashed through her head, she felt Gene's erection, still so hard it felt like hot flesh-steel, at last making her ready for the penetration. He was wagging the hard cockhead back and forth against her swollen clit. He would cease this every second or two and make a fake stab at the entrance of her slurpy chasm.

"Hurry up," she called over her shoulder. "Get your prick inside, Gene. Fill my hole up. When I tell you, stick it hard right up to my ribs. When I tell you 'when' ... Ohhhhh, ummmm...."

Suddenly she knew what would delight her most. She wanted his sticking her hard to coincide with Norm's sticking his stiff meat up into Mandy. He seemed about ready now. He had her leg nearest the back of the couch raised high, affording a good view, and the nearer leg down low so as not to block the show. He was standing, holding his hard-on with his hand, beginning to let his cockhead make contact with Mandy's outer flesh folds. June marveled at the way her husband's meat worried the petal-like pink folds of Mandy's juicy pussy.

"Fuck her, Norman!" June called, pleading.

"Stick it in her. Suck her tits for a second and then stick it in nice and slow, so I can watch."

By now, all trace of inhibition had left the previously reluctant, "square" Norman. He was totally into the spirit of this bawdy, rousing swap-scene. Grinning almost evilly, he glanced at his own wife on the floor and, chest heaving, said:

"Okay, baby. Oh, Jesus ... is this ever......something! Oh, Jesus ... I never thought I'd...."

"Fuck her," June begged. "Fuck Mandy's pussy, but make sure I can see. I want you to give her everything you've got!"

He nodded. Then, "How 'bout you, sugar. You fuckin' yet?"

"N-Not yet," June cried. "Soon as you're sticking it inside Mandy, Gene'll stick his up in me. J-Just t-tell me w-when...."

"Hurry up and fuck my wife!" Gene called, breathless. "I can't hold up fuckin' your wife much longer. Hey, a coupla great, beautiful cunts, eh partner?"

"You s-said it," Norm managed to stammer. "It's b-blowin'my mind!"

"We're gettin' serviced royally, huh M-Mandy?" June called. "Your husband's gonna stick his rod right up my cunt ... hell, up my ass if he wants, and my husband's gonna hose you out inside with his globs and blobs of come-juice, right Mandy?"

"Ummmm, yeah," Mandy groaned. "Come ... Big cocks in our cunts....We'll all come together. FUCK ... FUCK US! FUCK US!"

Norm's head dipped for a moment, gulping at Mandy's breast, and then he had the head of his immense wanger inside the mushy hair-pie of Mandy.

"Ahhhh, Jesus!" Mandy sighed, wailing with long, drawn-out wails of anticipatory urging. "Jesus, his prick's sliding into my cunt. At last it's gonna fuck meeeeeee-"

June reached behind her own ass and grasped Gene's waiting wanger too. "Go ahead, Gene. Get the head in. That's it. ... Ohhhh ... hey, Mandy, I got a big prick sliding into my cooze, too. Jesus, did you ever think this could happen? I-I mean, you with Norman and me with Gene. Ohhhh ... Jesus! Hey, Let's all fuck hard and long. Come on, let's fuck and fuck and groan and listen to each other ... Ummmmm...."

"No, I didn't," Mandy managed to reply. "Too bee-uuu-tee-fulll...."

And then Norman's cock disappeared into the depths of Mandy's cunt-hole and there came forth a great sigh of relief from the couple.

"Okay, Gene," June called. "Stick it all the way in. Ohhh, nice. I can feel it all the way up there ... way up," and she felt her tummy and told him she could feel his prick through her "tummy" with her hand.

June worked her ass cheeks hard against his stomach, drawing in the great flesh-spear and making it her own, giving it a heavenly sanctuary, a wet-slick oven-home to probe and stick and invade and intrude. She could feel it bumping special places, nudging her cervix, exploring and wanting to conquer considerately but persistently. Fucking her ... fucking her cunt....

It went on and on that way for ten minutes, or twenty minutes, or half-an-hour. June had lost all track of time as she watched a fuck and got a fuck. She could not be sure of anything.

Finally, their tempos increased. And June began scooting across the carpet, insisting that Gene stay with her and not break the contact of his prick. At last, June was close-close enough to reach out and touch. Her wildest sex-dream, for tonight at least, had come true. She reached out and gently touched her husband's back as he fucked. She ran her fingers ripplingly, still being jarred herself by the steady rhythmic hip-thrusts of Gene beneath her.

The sounds of Mandy and Norman, and Gene too, were very close and audible now. Her fingers ran down her husband's back to his buttocks. Oh, the rhythm of fucking is beautiful, she thought nearly out of her mind now.

Then, almost reverently, she let her hand wander lower, lower. She slipped it between the lovers who fucked so steadily and emitted such husky, earthy, low-pitched gasps of need, desire. It was very wet at the junction of the genitals-gooey, primary, slop-gush. "So beautiful," she whined, bucking her pelvis harder to signal Gene. "Gene I want to come now. I want to come."

Her hand had Norman's prick at the base, and she could feel the slick inner, velvet-like cunt lips of Mandy-folding, unfolding. She could hear the murmuring of cock and cunt, too-all its secret, slippery sounds: Ck ... sck ... csk ... suck, the music of fucking filling her ears. A dinosaur-like smile, an all-consuming carnivorous tiling leered toothfully on Mandy's face that seemed somewhere else.

"Make me come, Gene," June commanded softly, gently squeezing her husband's balls as he fucked Gene's wife.

"W-We're coming too," Norm sighed in a very strange voice. "Aren't we Mandy," and it was a statement, not a question.

"Yesssss," Mandy hissed. "Ohhhhh, Yesssss ... commmmmingggg Nowwwww!"

And June's hands were right at the point of contact as Norman began firing his scalding load up in to Mandy's waiting oven-hole. June could feel the bouncing of the testes as they fired their virile missiles of heavenly pleasure. Her own cunt was contracting at the same time, so as not to miss a single drop of Gene's precious pearly, fluid. Breath-whines of exquisite fulfillment rose as all four fuckers went off together.

Sobbing, their bodies convulsing with orgy intensity, June had experienced the near-ultimate. She had felt a fuck in her hand and experienced a fuck in her womb at precisely the same instant. She saw flashing constellations for many minutes, then collapsed with the others in a gasping heap on the floor.

Only Gene's final statement, at the front door before the Lewises left, marred the incredible discovery and beauty of the evening. Quietly, so the others could not hear, he whispered in apology: "Sorry, Junie, I thought I could share my wife with Norm, but I can't. And I don't want to share you either. Just forget about The Caves. The whole thing is too tough to handle. My head can't cope. Sorry. Maybe just the two of us again? Real soon?"

And then Mandy and Gene were gone. In the bedroom, Norm fell hastily to sleep. He snored loudly, raucously. June Horvath lay staring at the ceiling, hating Gene Lewis. Didn't he understand that The Caves meant everything to her? She hadn't even known such a swap place existed until he had told her, and now he had smashed her hopes just as quickly as he had created them last Thursday. The Bastard!

She had to have The Caves. Now that she knew that such a place existed-a place where fifty, maybe even a hundred young males and females went to writhe and moan and fuck and suck in unison-she could never rest until she went there.

Somehow, she would get Norman, Mandy, Gene and herself to The Caves. She had experienced only a taste of what a real orgy could be like this night. Now she had to have it all. And she vowed that she would have her way.

One way or another, she was going to The Caves.