Chapter 2
I was tired and riddled with guilt the next day. Memories of my night with the twins kept flashing before my eyes only to be followed by the trusting smiles of Jenny. She wouldn't ever suspect me of cheating on her, not after ten years of faithfulness. I had to make it up to her somehow, if only to get rid of my burden.' What the hell, for all I knew she'd been screwing around with other guys. There was no way of knowing. But try as I might, I couldn't square it with my conscience until I had in some way atoned for my misdeeds.
Jenny had a weakness for one special kind of love-making, and every year or so I would treat her to it. I liked it myself but nowhere near as much as she did, which made it easier for me to keep it special. That evening I invited-her to the drive-in and her eyes lit up. "The drive-in?" she said. "You mean there's a movie you want to see?"
"I don't even know what's playing," I said.
"Oh Richard, you're a terrible man! But I'll go. We'll take a blanket and some beer then, will we?" She knew the routine backward. After a quick snack we packed the gear into the car and drove out to the drive-in. She sat close to me and I rested my hand on her knee on the way. Already I felt a new charge enliven my system. Before we'd been married we used to go to the drive-in solely to neck and pet. Both of us had lived at home and there wasn't any other place in which we could give vent to our passion for each other. This, then, was a return to adolescence, a time of innocence and agony, coming home after a long evening's fingerfucking only to jerk myself off most delicately so as not to touch my aching balls, a time of unmitigated lust that used to have me hard in the middle of the day or in the dead of night from just thinking about Jenny and what she had between her legs. Marriage changed all that. We fucked so much in the .first year that there was nothing left to fantasize about!
We parked close to the main body of cars. As teenagers we'd always kept away from the others but now we liked to put an edge to our erotic pleasures. It excited us to think someone could be watching us. Jenny took the speaker inside and hung it on the window. I bought cokes and hot dogs. Then there was nothing to do but wait for the lights to go out and for the show to start ... We talked about little matters and, although we stayed close to each other, we made no move to go further. My balls tingled with the excitement of the occasion. In the dim lighting of the drive-in Jenny looked much the same as she had at eighteen, so sweet and pretty, so eager to sample everything. We ate the hot dogs and emptied the coke bottles, putting them on the floor to cash them in later. People trooped by us laden with food and drinks, a constant supply column feeding their families and lovers so they could have their way with them later. They moved more quickly when the lights went down. I placed my arm about Jenny's shoulders and we watched the coming attractions.
"Do you remember the first time we did this?" Jenny asked softly. "I wouldn't let you touch me at all but I ended up blowing you. Do you think I was an abnormal teenager?"
"I thought you were at the time," I nodded, "but not for long." I took her face in my hands and held her still while I pressed a deep, lingering kiss to her lips. She kept her mouth closed until I forced it open with my intrusive tongue, and then she gradually opened wider and wider until our tongues could play around at will and we were losing ourselves in each other. The burble coming from the speakers, the sound of mothers calling their children into the car, and the clink of coke bottles on the floor took us both back over the years and suddenly there was no question of pretending anymore. We were teenagers, we were immoderately horny, and she was going to put out for me tonight!
I kissed her until she was breathing heavily and then I let my hand slip down to her big tits. At once she pushed it away and I rested it on her arm, kissing her all the harder, forcing my tongue down her throat, moving it back and forth suggestively until she was just that little bit hotter. The second try was admitted. My hand caressed-the firm swell of her tits through her sweater, looking for the nipple and for the best way to get her so horny that she'd let me onto third base. Down below her pussy throbbed for me, quailing wetly, and I felt like breaking out of the game just to get to it. But no, hold back, just caress those magnificent tits until she forces you to go down on her!
My cock was no longer tired or listless. It stood up straight in my pants, and clamored for more room in which to expand. I shifted out from behind the steering wheel so I could press my hard-on into her side, to let her know how she was inspiring me. Jenny gave no sign that she felt it, but she allowed me to caress her tits to my heart's content and that was a good omen. The atmosphere in the car grew hot and sweaty, the windows were already fogging up. Vaguely I heard the movie begin. Guns were going off, horses galloped, a woman screamed. The smell of popcorn drifted in through the windows, a baby cried in a nearby ear. My hand left her tits and moved down to her waist, found the hem of her sweater and crept back up under it. Jenny writhed under my passionate kisses and my hand got by unnoticed. She had on the kind of bra she used to wear then, a stiff affair bordered by wire and straps. I had to go right to the top and then come down again to feel her naked flesh, warm and soft in the stiff cups, working my fingers in deeper and deeper until I felt her hard nipples hiding under her puddings. She hunched her shoulders slightly so I could get my hand on all of her breasts and at the same tune her tongue moved deeper into my mouth with brash fucking motions.
"I want you!" I panted, desperately groping under her sweater to get to the catch of her bra. "I want you right now, right here! Feel my cock, Jenny, ifs as hard as a rock for you! Just touch it!" She shook her head but she kept kissing me and when I unsnapped her bra she made no move to prevent me. Now her tits rolled out, free and voluptuous, and my fingers kneaded into them with such pleasure that I felt all ten of them were about to ejaculate! When I put the pressure on she lifted her arms and let me take off her sweater. Her bra was white and crooked, one tit poking out above it, the other hanging down below. She shrugged it off and embraced me with fervent kisses, grinding her chest into mine to stimulate her nipples on my rough plaid shut. Now we were getting places. Her pussy beckoned me from its snug hiding place. I had to time it right. My face buried itself between her tits, I licked her nipples and bit them lightly, squeezing them, loving them until her body trembled with emergent orgasms. "Ooohhh, Richard!" she whispered. "That feels so nice, so lovely, you make me shake all over!"
"I can make you feel even better," I said, and my hand moved quickly to her knee. She took hold of my hand with both of hers but she hesitated before taking it off, and that gave me enough time to push up further. By the time she reached a decision our hands were pressing into her crotch and she couldn't resist me any longer. Her hips jerked forward suddenly, almost involuntarily, and her pussy pressed into my hand with an urgency that made me bold enough to caress it openly. She had on thin slacks and I could feel the familiar outline of her pudgy cunt through them. It was hot and her crotch was a little damp already. I knew exactly what it would be like to the touch and taste once I got her slacks off and yet it still intrigued me to work my way toward that point.
Now that I had my hand on her pussy I was able to make her my slave. Just rubbing her cunt made her so wild and wet that I had no trouble getting her pants off, nor her panties, and when she was naked I only had to suggest that we get into the back. "Okay, but first take your shirt off," she whispered. She watched while I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, and then she ran her hands over my chest admiringly. A moment went by during which I let her kiss me there and stroke my nipples, but then I took one of her hands and placed it squarely on the big bulge in my pants. "Ooohhh! she quavered, withdrawing her hand as though she'd touched a hot plate. "It's so big!"
"You want to see it?" I said, grabbing my belt as if to open up. She quickly shook her head and crawled over the seat into the back, giving me a panoramic view-of her splendid ass and-that thickly haired pussy. The light reflecting from the big screen was deflected by droplets of moisture in her pubic hair, briefly forming flashing diamonds there. Then she was in the back and her arms reached out for me to come in. Before she could protest I took off my trousers, socks and shoes, and scurried over the top to take her into my arms and to hug my, inflamed body against hers. She took hold of my cock like she'd never let go and it didn't take much maneuvering to give her mouth a shot at my over-inflated member. It was just like our first date except this time we knew what we were doing. Her tongue lashed out like a lizard's and wrapped itself about my flushed knob, her lips mauled the tip of my glans in between lashes, and her hot breath brushed about my sensitive skin. I had to cling to the front seat for moral support. In no time at all I was her slave!
But I didn't want to neglect her. With an effort of pure will I got back into the running and made her turn around so that her hairy twat was near my face, as close to it as my cock was to hers. Now I could give her some of her own medicine. The tropical little jungle descended slowly to cover my mouth and my tongue moved into position right away, cutting through the undergrowth to get at the smooth, slippery valley below. Once there, it was easy to follow the trail to her cunt hole, and when I had it lined up I grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her down just as my tongue shot up into her. That made her slow down. Her body arched back and she let go of my cock to take a deep, quick breath of air. She went back down on me soon enough but not with the same amount of control. The more I dug my tongue into her pussy the less regular her lashing and mauling became, until in the end she just lay her head down on my crotch and let herself enjoy what I was doing between her legs.
I took my time at this point. She was groaning softly, wriggling now and then to get her pussy into a better position, but for the rest she was unable to do more than wallow. I licked her pussy up and down, slicking down her bushy hair to clear the valley, and my thumbs held her labia well apart. Now my tongue ran up and down untrammeled, slithering around her hardened clitoris, poking about in her yawning maw, and going right up to her asshole, that puckered, soft, musky little garden of pleasure that she let me play in only on special occasions such as these. Everything about her thrilled me, her smell, her softness, the resilience of her ass cheeks, the wetness of her cunt, the mature fragrance of woman exuding from deep within her body, and each thrill made me eat her out all the more forcefully until at last she let out a long wail of ecstasy and pulled away from me.
"I need you now!" she panted, struggling to get into position over my loins. It wasn't easy on the narrow seat. She had to rest one foot on the floor and hang on to the front seat as she moved her pussy over my dick. I felt so wonderfully relaxed and sensual that I couldn't even guide my cock up her. She would have to do that all by herself. I rested my head on the armrest and gazed up at her with a removed kind of affection. Her big tits swung from side to side, she was peering down Intensely, and struggling to get my cock up her pussy, the picture of lust and femininity. My knob touched down on that yielding, oily spot at the bottom of her cunt and right away she put a bit of pressure on to bring it within the grip of her elastic cunt muscles. Some pubic hair got in the way but that only set off the silky smoothness of her innards. She worked her hips up and down until she had swallowed all of my cock, and then she lay forward on top of me to start fucking me slowly, thoroughly.
"Oh darling, this is so good!" she gasped. She slipped her hands under, my ass and squeezed my buns hard with her long nails. "I wish we could fuck all night. Wouldn't that be something? Your big cock in my cunt, sliding in and out and I could finger your ass just like ... this!" A long-nailed finger pushed at my sphincters and past them in spite of my nervous contractions. I loved it when she did that to me but the long nails caused me some anxiety. She was good at it, though. Her finger got past the strong muscles that tried to expel her and it lodged right in me to tickle that strange little gland up there. I felt like blowing at once but nothing happened. It was a bit like clicking the switch without the light going on. And at the same time she was fucking me with short motions, just enough to keep the erotic friction going along the full length of my cock, keeping me hot and trembling on the brink.
It wasn't at all the way it used to be. Jenny was a woman through and through. When we were teenagers I had to be the prime mover in everything. If I wanted to be eaten I had to coerce her into doing it, I had to make her swallow my sperm, I had to talk her into fucking, I had to come up with new ideas. But now she had done it all and so often that they were part of her life. She- understood sex in its very essence. She could make love to me in such a way that not a shred of lust would remain in my body, and that's what she was doing right then. No, it wasn't the same as it had been ten, twelve years ago. Then it was green apples and splinters in the slippery slide. Now it was ripe fruit and smooth progressions to nirvana, perhaps too ripe and too smooth. Already my body was contracting into itself in preparation for the big climax. She was hissing, biting her lips, dancing around on top of me to get my cock to barge into her from different angles. Her cunt muscles contracted cunningly, she finger-fucked my asshole, she shook her tits, and I held on to her shivering cheeks to sense her full sensuality, both of us cooperating to create mighty climaxes in each other. The car was bobbing crazily, the speaker banged against the windows, I could just about feel the stares from surrounding cars, but that only contributed to our act of passion. "YES, YES, COME ON YOU BITCH, FUCK HARDER, GIVE IT TO ME, THAT'S THAT'S THE WAY, RAM IT DOWN OVER MY COCK, AAAHHH YES, YES, UUUUUUNNNNHHHHHH!"
And she yelled: "OOOOOWWWWWWW WOOO-OOOWWWW!! HERE COMES, HERE COMES, ARE YOU READY BABY, HERE IT COMES, IT'S BIG, OOOOOOOOAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Sweating, debilitated, we melted into one lump of flesh and lay on the back seat trying to catch our breath. Slowly she slithered down my body until she was lying face down over my dick. Her lips closed around the shrinking, oily, spermy knob and sucked it down into her mouth. There wasn't much she could do with it but just having it inside her warm, wet mouth was a comfort to me. She licked it clean and sucked out the last drops of sperm and I felt a deep contentment steal over me. Her mouth led me from the highs to the medium-highs without any sense of let-down. I caressed her hair lazily and let her have her way with me. Only when it was close to intermission did we interrupt our euphoric pleasures to get out clothes back on and look normal for the passers-by. I got some very strange looks when I went out to get some more eats. Let them look. All those fish-eyed people were dying to get laid and when they saw someone who had been laid they were torn between killing him and envying him. One man asked if I would mind being more discreet. "There are kids around, you know!" he said.
"So what?" I said, pausing briefly.
"It's not good for them to see people carrying on that way! You have to be careful with kids, you know that!" The man was getting hot under the collar but he was smaller than me and thus more self-controlled.
"I don't know about that. Let them peek through the window and see what happens to them. At worst they'll "try it themselves, and maybe they'll get to like it." I kept walking. People bored me profoundly. The second feature came on, something about chain-saw murders. Jenny sat with one leg draped over mine, bottomless, gently pushing the top of a coke bottle into her pussy while she watched the movie. I watched her masturbate and felt my cock rising again. She was doing a lot of that lately. I had woken up several times in the past few months to raid her still watching television, one finger stirring about inside her pussy, the other hand on her breasts pinching her nipples and squeezing them. On the one hand I was turned on by her independent lust, on the other I wondered if there was something more I should be doing for her. But for the time being I took a perverse pleasure in seeing her that way, so nonchalant, so horny, not at all worried by the closeness of so many inhabited cars, just having a good time with her coke bottle.
As she made progress the bottle dug in deeper and she reclined away from me, supporting her head on the armrest. She had lost all interest in the movie now, it was all between her and the bottle. The neck of it moved into her splayed flesh majestically, digging deep only to emerge against shimmering with oil. Her free hand kept her pussy open and titillated her clitoris at the same time. Her mouth was slack and heir eyes closed, and I heard her moan under her breath whenever she reached a new peak of pleasure. In spite of the workout she had given my cock it began to stir willfully, and it wasn't long before it was its magnificent hard self again. But Jenny was too far gone to notice. The coke bottle dug deeper and deeper. The neck disappeared and some more of the bottle itself. She was straining and groaning, pushing the bottle into her pussy until the first bulge in its shape had been surpassed and she relaxed with the waist of the bottle holding her cunt open. She stared into space, oblivious to everything but her own perverse pleasure. In sympathy with her I started to rub my cock, but I really wanted to fuck her. She grabbed hold of the bottle again and pulled it out a way to put more pressure on herself. Obviously I wasn't going to get a look in on this scene.
"Let's go home," I said abruptly. She nodded distantly and kept moaning to herself. I started the car and drove away so fast the pebbles spun my tires. The speaker cord snapped and left us with a souvenir. I cursed under my breath, Jenny didn't notice a thing, We left the drive-in and I gave the car the gun. I couldn't work out what was happening to me but I knew something was amiss. She wouldn't take that goddamn coke bottle out of her goddamn twat! Moved by a sudden impulse I reached over and reefed it out of her cunt, tossing it out of the window in the same motion.
"Richard!" She was shocked. "Why did you do that? How inconsiderate of you!"
"If I see you with anything bigger than my dick in your pussy I'm going to shove it up so far it comes out of your mouth!" I yelled.
"Oh big talk," she sneered. She put her clothes back on and sat on the far side of the seat, sulking actively. I swung the car into our driveway and slammed the door shut after me. She followed me into the house and went directly into the bedroom. This was a marital impasse! I couldn't talk with her about it because she felt she had the right to get off any way she felt like it. Besides, who was I to criticize her after my dalliance with the twins. No, I would have to adjust to her newly acquired habits.
But I still felt restless in spite of my broadminded resolution. Instead of going to bed I walked out of the house and wandered down the street aimlessly. It was late enough for everyone to be either out or locked in on their TV beams. Not a soul stirred, not a dog barked, everything was quiet and orderly, well kept, clean, the exact opposite to my mental condition. I wanted something but I didn't know what! I thought of going to the twins' house but that wouldn't be smart. No, I'd have to be strong. Jenny and I would sit down and talk about it like responsible adults ought to!
Somehow I reached the gates of a nearby girls' boarding school. It didn't strike me at first. The place was familiar, long ivy-covered walls surrounding a large estate, in the center of which a cluster of hoary buildings housed a few hundred girls from well-to-do families. But when I thought about it a little further I realized that there weren't just a few hundred girls but also a few hundred young pussies and twice as many budding breasts!
It was as though all my frustrations and passions rose together at that moment to, displace whatever rational processes went on in my mind. I became a creature obsessed with lust, a mad craving for all those young cunts and all those green-apple tits, those sweaty thighs and pert little buns, big innocent eyes and hymens galore! I checked the gates out closely and found they weren't as secure as they were thought to be. The spikes on top of the wrought ironwork were quite blunt . and well spaced so that I only had to climb up and drop down to get into the grounds. Before I could think about it I was there, standing on the crunch gravel path leading to the main building. I moved onto the lawn and snuck through the darkness to get to the dormitory buildings. They were easily distinguished because lights burned in all the windows. My cock throbbed and I found it hard to breathe as I headed for those windows. What would I see there? Naked bodies, naked teenage bodies, all for me to beat off over! I couldn't wait!
I crept past the first row of windows and saw nothing, just rows of lockers, a few girls milling about with sports equipment, but except for a few ankles there was no nudity to be discovered there. The girls had to live on the higher floors. I looked around to see how I could become a spectator to that. My only hope lay in the surrounding trees. They were ancient oaks with branches that started high off the ground. But luck was with me. At the back of the building I found a ladder leaning against a shed, and with the aid of the ladder I managed to get up in the most strategically placed oak. Even as I climbed I caught glimpses of girlishness that set my pulses racing. And when I found a nice fork to nestle into, a veritable panorama of loveliness spread out before me.
There they were, the rich little girls of the prep school, all in various states of undress. They were talking, getting ready for bed, walking around in the nude, or bending over their study tables. Some thirty beds had been placed in two long rows along opposite walls so that a wide promenade was left between them. This was where most of the social action took place and I stared until my eyes hurt at the array of pretty teenagers moving about there. Small hard breasts, almost hairless little pussies, buttocks that fairly squeaked with newness. They carried their assets around so innocently! None of them knew how much their asses were worth. Only I knew, and I was up a tree drooling to myself! I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. It was hard to focus on any one girl because so many of them had something to offer my feverish mind. I forced myself to concentrate on one little girl, fourteen, fifteen perhaps, looking much younger in her panties and with a towel wrapped about her wet hair. She sat in front of the window and gazed at her own reflection as she rubbed her hair dry. Those small tits, just glorified nipples, bobbed about firmly, reluctantly, with every motion her arms made, and I could feel the touch of those hard little nipples against my lips! But not far from her stood a girl who was stark naked. She had her back to me and two assertive little buns pushed out at me insolently. She took a few steps forward and those buns rolled stiffly, just enough to give her flesh a little shiver. I closed my fist around my cock and began to tug manfully. Another girl was naked and doing exercises on her bed, push-ups, chin-ups, bending and twisting her supple body so that each of her orifices flashed out at me at one time or another. And there were so many more, so much pussy, so many tits! But a woman walked into the dormitory and made an announcement that had them all heading for their respective beds.
The woman stood near the light switches, her hand poised over them and her cold eyes swept over the tucked in beauties for a moment. She moved away suddenly and went over to a girl in the bed nearest to the window. She whispered something in her ear and her hand slipped under the covers for a second to fondle her. Then it was over. The lights went out and I was stuck up in the tree with nothing to stimulate me. For a while I sat there unable to decide what to do. I didn't want to leave because there was no place to go. My nagging lust persisted, keeping my cock full of blood and my hand hard around my cock in case of inspiration. Just as I was about to leave, however, some of the lights went back on. I settled back and watched with mounting interest. The girls were in their nighties and gathered near the window around the bed of the girl who had received a personalized goodnight fondle from the teacher. I didn't know what was going on but the girls knew exactly what they were doing.
I saw them strip the girl and tie her with nighties to the bedstead. One of them brought a hairbrush with a long handle and another took it to start fucking her with it slowly, viciously. Girls gathered around the bed and watched her squirm in pain. When I listened very carefully I could make out what they were saying: "Dyke, dyke, what do you really like!" something like that. I couldn't get over the sight of all those well-bred little girls jerking-off one of their schoolmates with a hairbrush just because one of the teachers liked her better than all the others. But they were doing it and I was glad. My cock throbbed with lust and each stroke of my hand brought it a step closer to its climax. More lights went on. I could see the victim grimacing in pain, holding her hands over her mouth so she wouldn't scream out. Another girl stood by with a pillow, ready to smother her should she forget to be silent. And the hairbrush slipped in and out steadily, digging into that tender young pussy like an over-grown cock. I couldn't stand it! In my mind I was touching her young box, her little tits, I was shoving my cock deep into her open mouth and preparing to take a delicate taste of her cuntal fluids. Such a waste to room girls with each other! So many men would willingly put them up in their own dorms.
My one-handed reverie was interrupted by the entrance of the school mistress on the scene. The moment she stepped into the dormitory the girls flew back to their own beds and pulled the covers over their heads, leaving the victim tied up and with a hairbrush sticking out of her pussy. The woman yelled at the girls for a while but she could hardly wait to remove the intruding object and to smooth the poor girl's abused mickey. How tenderly she caressed her! I could see' her lust writ large all over her face and I knew just how she felt. The victim was delicious! Another few strokes, thinking how it was my hand caressing that splayed, naked pussy, surrounded by all those teenagers! Hot sperm boiled out of my cock and dripped down over the branch. With it went the worst of my desires. I felt relieved even though I knew the little girls would be back to torture me soon enough.
On the way home I resolved not to give in to this strange yen anymore. After all, I was a grown man, and if I had to have some extra pussy in my life I could pick on women my own age. There were enough of them, that was for sure. The women up and down my block often gave me lingering looks. And if that made me feel too guilty perhaps I could get Jenny involved in swinging or something—now there was an idea! Why hadn't I thought of that before! I knew a couple who ran a swinging establishment, very discreet, carefully selected members, and we could get our residual rocks off with any one of them!
As soon as I got home I made the call and my friend said of course we would be welcome. The next task was to persuade Jenny. I thought that was going to be difficult. In the past we had talked about people who swapped spouses and she had seemed very unenthusiastic about the practice. But now ... I just mentioned the swingers' club to her and she was sold! "When do we go?" she wanted to know. "Oh, Richard, this is so exciting! How did you ever think of it?"
"It was an inspiration," I said.
So, several evenings later, we bathed our bodies and dressed them to the nines, and drove into the city to attend our first swingers' get-together. We were both nervous and smoked a lot but at the same time we couldn't wait to get started. The friend who ran the operation, Louis, greeted us at the door. "Richy, Jenny, great to see you! I knew you'd finally give in some day. And why shouldn't you? Go inside and look over that smorgasbord of sensual delights, and just take your pick!" He slapped me on the back and pointed the way.
Close to fifty people were in a large dining room. They sat around tables large enough to accommodate five couples and we found a vacant spot on one of them. The four couples eyed us curiously but they were friendly enough to get us over the initial embarrassment. My eye alighted on the black couple. She was a tall, broad shouldered woman with high cheekbones and straightened hair drawn back tightly along her skull. She had on a white dress which made her look all the darker, and when she leaned forward to help herself to some of the snacks she showed a generous pair of tits. I wanted to see more of her and I had to wait until she had to go to the ladies' room for that. Her white dress fell over a pair of cheeks that stuck out to the back proudly, two big round buns moving smoothly under the dress above long slender legs. I was sold. So was Jenny.
"That black couple," she whispered, "let's start with them. I like him a lot, he's so handsome!" I looked the black man over carefully 'and wondered if that was really the reason she had chosen him. Just as we agreed the other couple with us told us they'd like to get together with us, and the fourth couple announced they liked the look of the third couple. There was a pause as each of us considered his options, and it was up to me to cut through the knot.
"Why don't we all go back to my place? Then we-can have everybody here!"
"Great idea!" they chorused. It didn't take much deliberation to get us moving. The other couples in the room were eating and talking, too experienced to be too hot, but we left. Louis beamed after us and wished us good luck. With indecent haste we jumped into our respective cars and sped to my place. Jenny could hardly sit still on the way. She kept looking back at the other cars and touching herself.
Aside from the black couple we found ourselves with two Vikings, tall blonde people who looked larger than the rest of us; and a small dark couple. I mused over the fact that people preferred to marry people like themselves but that was too perverse a notion to. intrigue me for long. For now I was preoccupied with getting the people to be at ease with each other. The Vikings wanted to get down to it right away but the black couple wanted a drink and the swarthy couple was arguing in whispers. Jenny served everyone with tall drinks but I could tell she was impatient with this preamble. Sure enough, when the others were still stalling, she took it upon herself to break them out of their ruts.
"Wow, look at you all," she said, moving through the couples and appraising each person boldly, "all beautiful, sexy people, all here for one purpose! I can't take it! My pussy is so wet that it's going to be embarrassing soon. And it's so hot in here! Does anyone mind if I slip out of something uncomfortable?"
"No, no, not at all," they said, and she had their full attention. I stood\m the sidelines and watched my wife give in to her most secret desires. She was transformed by her lust, a wanton now, lip-licking hard-breathing horny bitch. Her hands moved over her contours suggestively and with each move she made the erotic temperature in the room went up another notch. The people sat down and nursed their drinks, watching my wife as she slunk through the room and undid her dress. When she let it fall to the floor they let out a sigh of relief. The ice had been broken at last! The swarthy couple stopped arguing and the man went directly to the Viking woman. She towered over him but he obviously liked that in a woman. Both watched my wife but their hands entwined and then moved on to more private areas. I moved in next to the statuesque black woman at the same moment as her husband shifted nearer to the clearing where my wife was stripping. And the Viking man, with good humor, took the small swarthy woman in his lap and began to run his large hand over her fragile form as though he was playing with dolls. She seemed quite happy suddenly.
"Ooooohhhh!" sighed Jenny, taking off her bra and releasing her big taut tits with a shake. Her hands were both in her panties, groping and squeezing, pushing her loins out at the black man with undisguised lust. He was smiling broadly, all teeth and glittering eyes, waiting for her to do it all. "Sssssssssss! Oh Jesus, I'm so horny! Let me see your equipment, lover, let me see your big, big dick!" When he didn't do anything she dropped to her knees between his legs and undid his fly. What she came up with was truly startling. -Myths or no myths, this black stud was hung like a horse! "Oh wooooowww!" sighed my wife and a second later she was down on him, licking his long hard cock and taking as much of it in as she could.
"Women sure go for his joy stick," his wife observed dryly. I realized the two of us were just sitting there as observers, and that had to change. Her name, I learned, was Joy, but from there on it became harder to know her. She was a proud woman, not the kind to make a spectacle of herself as Jenny was doing. I had to find her vulnerable spot and press it, but that wasn't easy when Joy sat there with her legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap. I sat close to her and put my arm over her shoulders to which she responded with a polite smile. Then I tried to touch her tits. She didn't push my hand away or anything, she just didn't respond at all. Her eyes were on her husband and on what my wife was doing to him. Jenny really was shameless. The other couples were moving toward sex at a fairly fast clip but she was sucking and moaning and jerking herself off like a fiend!
A mixture of anger and passion drove me to precipitate action. No more Mr. Nice Guy! I wanted this beautiful black woman I would have her! I stood up and took off my clothes. Joy looked on passively. Only when I presented my half-hard cock to her mouth did she look troubled. "Not yet," she demurred. "Wait a while, I'll be all right."
"No, now!" I said. I took her head in both hands and stood right in between her legs, forcing her dress up to her thighs, all to get my dick in between those full, sensual lips of hers. She resisted me as best she could but there was no turning my eager cock back. Reluctantly she parted her lips slightly, just enough for me to get in further, and before she could protest I had my knob down her throat. She wasn't crazy about sucking me off but she settled into a steady pattern of licks and sucks and that was all I wanted for the moment.
The small swarthy man had his blonde woman on a chair and he was taking his clothes off for her. She was watching him with faint amusement, as if the idea of this small man tackling her was too silly to take seriously. But her expression changed drastically when she saw what he pulled out of his pants. His cock was inversely proportioned to the rest of him, a monster some ten or eleven inches long and as thick as his forearm! It wasn't quite hard, just swollen and sticking out to the front with a small droop, but even in that condition it was an intimidating weapon. "Oh my God!" exclaimed the blonde and my wife, hearing her, turned to see what the commotion was about.
"Holy shit!" she cried. She looked at the hard black cock hovering before her face and at the large brown cock in the Viking's hands, and I could tell she felt she had the worse of the two. But she was too horny to have her cake without eating it. She wanted it all, no matter who it might upset. She took, the black man by his dick and pulled him over to where the swarthy man stood, then she offered her naked ass to him and threw coy glances over her shoulder. The man was in a quandary. On the one hand he had his ideal blonde woman within reach, on the other there was this horny bitch on the floor with her pussy dripping wet and wide open just for him. The Viking was a bit slow on the uptake. She remained in her chair, an onlooker, and it wasn't long before she had lost her man. He couldn't withstand the force of Jenny's cunt. No one could. Even I felt a powerful twinge of lust course through me at the sight of so much sexuality. But I responded to that by driving my cock right into the black woman's mouth and keeping it there. The swarthy man mounted Jenny at once, and drove his immense cock up her with a grunt. Jenny screamed with pleasure and seized the black man's cock with her lips before he could escape her. The blonde just sat there and fumed.
I motioned for her to come over and she did, not happily but to avenge herself. The moment she sat down next to Joy, the black woman's demeanor changed drastically. She began to suck my cock more ardently and that pleased me until I noticed her hands wandering over to the blonde. The Viking responded at once, playing handsies for a bit before embracing Joy and caressing her all over. Joy liked that so much that she let my dick slip out of her mouth and took to kissing the blonde instead. They were locked into their embrace, kissing, fondling, steaming with passion, and I clearly had no place in there. Now I was the one who was angry. Jenny was on her knees before the black man, eating him for all she was worth while the swarthy little man pumped his large cock into her ever-greedy pussy, the big male Viking was a choc-a-block up the little dark woman, and she was squealing and crooning in ecstasy. Everyone was having a good time but me!
Joy and her blonde friend soon had their clothes off and merged into a quaking mass of flesh, a two-tone sixty-nine that made them gurgle and groan and claw at each other. The blond man released his wad deep inside the swarthy woman and just about propelled her across the room with the force of it. She was utterly satisfied but he seemed anything but sated. His cock was still hard and he rubbed ,it to keep it that way, all the while checking out the other participants. There were no vacancies for him either, not until the magnificently hung man plowing into Jenny let go of his wad. Right away, before Jenny could even register the deposit, the Viking tore the little man off her and took his place. His big fair cock slithered into her over-lubricated cunt and slopped about in there until it became clear that he couldn't get enough friction to keep • himself viable. Without asking her permission he withdrew his cock and used the sperm and the juices to pave his way into her asshole. Jenny kept right on eating her black friend.
The little woman lay on her back on the floor, gasping, sprawling about tiredly, and I considered fucking her just to get this heavy load off my balls. Joy and the blonde were rolling about behind the couch by this time, finger-fucking each other passionately. The black man had his eyes closed and just kept on grinning as his cock was regaled by the finest any woman's mouth had to offer. The Viking screwed my wife's ass and the swarthy little man massaged his cock back into an erection. What was he planning? The Viking blew his wad and right away Jenny took her mouth off the black man's cock and scrambled around to offer her ass to him. He stuck it in her back passage, which now was fully distended and could accommodate two of bun. I'd been dealt out of the pack again! There had to be an orifice somewhere that would put me up for a little while!
I got on top of the little woman and eased my dick into her sodden pussy but it was too much like fucking a soggy mattress. She was asleep by the look of it. The lesbians had left the room. And Jenny was sucking the swarthy man's big cock while reveling in the anal pounding she was getting from her other friend. The Viking was smoking contemplatively.
Joy's husband's stamina was amazing. He kept fucking my wife right through the plethora of climaxes, plugging away as though he had been especially trained for the marathon. The swarthy man deposited his load deep down my wife's throat and he, too, withdrew to sit on the sidelines and relax. Jenny was too tired to stay on her knees so she collapsed slowly on her side, taking care not to disturb her diligent lover. That, if nothing else, made one hole available to me. Seized, by a sudden impulse I lay on the floor in front of her and sidled up until my cock was very near to her creaming pussy. The black man fucked her asshole with a steady, -resounding beat, all I had to do was set up an opposite rhythm. Her cunt was wide open and when I entered her she embraced me and kissed my face passionately. "Oooohhhh yessssss, darling, yes, come in me, I can't get enough. Yes, yes, oh that feels so good! My ass is full at last!"
So it was. There was no need to withdraw when the black man entered. Our cocks moved in unison, sliding in and out the wide open channels, slopping about in the sperm and the fluids, and the bulk of the other's cock gave the operation some tension. I hadn't known Jenny to be so loose but so much fucking and those coke bottles must have stretched her muscles. For the moment it was all for the best because her looseness made fucking her a revel in warm, wet sensuality. I clung to her big tits and watched as my cock emerged briefly beyond the brake of dark hair down there, only to see it dive back in again. She was moaning and shaking, gasping with a two-edged ecstasy that had her climaxing every which way. It was as though she was receiving prizes from two directions at once and she didn't know which to accept first! In the end, however, she got both of them at once, and her yells echoed through the house as a double climax threw her into convulsions. At about the same time the black man and I came, sending strong squirts of hot cream into her body, and for a moment I thought Jenny would lose her mind. She was still rolling about and foaming at the mouth when we pulled out. Gradually she subsided until in the end she fell into a deep, contented doze on the living room floor.
Our guests left an hour or so later, tired, pleased, and we all said we'd get together again. But deep down I knew I wouldn't. I had seriously tried to play with people my own age but throughout the evening I'd had flashes of life in the girls' dormitories, and' whenever they had hit I had felt a deep surge of passion. No, this wasn't the way to cure my new obsession. Nor was-it cementing our marriage. Jenny had been, in a word, a pig that evening. I wanted to tell her that but she was out to it. I left her there and went upstairs to sleep by myself.