Chapter 8
As I drove eastward through New Mexico I had a tremendous amount of time to think. The seemingly endless desert and unending strip of flat straight highway made driving effortless. Also, it was peaceful. Something about New Mexico and Arizona's massive expanses of uninhabited land imparted an almost hermitlike feeling to travelers who motored through them.
The experiences I had encountered thus far since my break with the prison of marriage made it seem I had been on my own again for a millennium, when in fact it had been just a little over a month. The dull miserable routine of my former existence seemed like a distant memory, but still a very painful one.
I pondered my recent adventures as the car sped eastward; mulling, comparing, and trying to place them in perspective with my former life, and society in general. Were they Wrong? By old standards they were most certainly immoral. But why? I hadn't actually hurt anyone. And without any doubt at all, I felt vibrantly alive for the first time in twenty-five years. Analyzing the cause of this new, reborn feeling, I used a process of elimination. My diet was the same, basically, my training and background couldn't be changed, I most certainly hadn't taken any of the popular rejuvenating drugs, exercises, or other artificial aids to enhance my condition. Although I had relieved myself of the day-to-day interface with my family, I had left them well cared for financially-at my own expense, of course. Even at home that described my role. My physical presence there had only one effect on my wife and kids: I occupied one of the bedrooms. Much like a boarder. In brief, they were receiving the exact same benefits now as they had received when I was there-money.
It finally boiled down to several key points. Now, in my new way of life, I was receiving affection-momentary of course, but still genuine. My sexual self was being fed copiously, and with a great deal of variety, and I wasn't forced to live within the prison of inhibitions. The world was my oyster. Sexual no-no's didn't exist. The ridiculous yoke of phony, impossible moral standards was off my shoulders. God, when I reflected on the number of married men and women who labored through life under such an impossible load! If ever once they understood, or could be made to feel just one-tenth the vibrant, alive feeling I now experienced each day....
It was then I decided to record my adventures in a journal. Perhaps it could be published, and just maybe some poor slob would benefit. I knew I would need a warm, secluded, relaxed atmosphere in which to concentrate and write. Why Florida came to mind .I don't know, but I knew, quite suddenly, that my destination was now Florida. Fortunately I was headed in that general direction.
Two days later, after traversing Texas, Arkansas, and Georgia, I was deep into Florida, traveling along the western side near the Gulf. Fort Lauderdale was only one hundred more miles southward. It was there I had decided to seek my seclusion.
As dusk descended I found myself only twenty miles north of Fort Lauderdale. I decided to camp on the beach instead of continuing on into town. I had plenty of beautiful stretches of magnificent spots to choose from. Finally, as darkness fell, I swung off the highway onto a hard sandy road that looked very unused. To my surprise, it led me right to a lonely stretch of lovely beach. It was a magnificent night. The air was warm, and a soft breeze off the Gulf wafted gently landward. The moon was full and illuminated the cool sparkling waters and white sand. Quickly I pitched my tent, ate some sandwiches from a cold lunch I had purchased earlier, and fell asleep to-the sonorous beat of the gentle waves.
I was awakened the next morning by the sharp cry of seagulls. They dove, glided, and wheeled in the brilliant blue sky like a small group of aerobatic performers. Within thirty minutes I had built a small campfire and enjoyed a simple breakfast of coffee, eggs, and nearly burned toast.
For some reason my resolve to go into town faded. A day of sunning on this lovely deserted beach was too tempting to pass up. Being well off the highway I decided not to inhibit the wonderful atmosphere by donning clothes. No one was in sight, and I was certain no one else was within miles. The warm salt air and sand felt good on my naked body.
I plunged naked into the warm clear water and swam lazily for nearly an hour. Emerging, I flopped down to sunbathe on a blanket. After covering my entire body with loads of suntan lotion I lay back and let the sun bathe over me. I hadn't figured on going to sleep, knowing that could be dangerous in such a hot climate. But sleep I did, and dream. And such dreams! Filled at first with weird mental montages of Zodiac, the wild negress, Elizabeth and lastly, the young, sexy Sharon, my first sexual encounter after leaving home. Her full warm mouth was engulfing my cock again, just as it had happened before. With slow sliding strokes she pumped up and down the throbbing length of my rigid pulsing organ; suckling, licking, caressing its large tip with that wild young tongue.
The vivid dream was shattered by a voice. "Cripes, lookit Jane make his whang stiffen up."
I opened my eyes. No wonder the dream was so vivid! My startled eyes beheld a mass of long golden hair bobbing up and down at my crotch. A very young, beautiful girl was sucking my cock with voracious vigor. Standing above and around me were three other young females, all completely naked. All had long straight hair which hung down past their breasts to their waists. They were giggling at my surprise, plus my response to the blow job being administered by their equally naked young friend.
"Hey, Jane, watch out! He's awake," shrieked one of them.
I was too stunned to move or think. Jane, my young suckle-maiden, let my cock slide from her lush young mouth and looked at me with bold eyes. She licked her full soft lips and said, "You taste real good, dad! Best hunk of cock I've tasted all week. I'll bet you can really throw a good fuck into a gal with that gorgeous thing."
Finally I found my voice. "Who the hell are you young cunts and where did'ja come from? Jesus, a man can't find privacy anywhere. Say, what if I was a cop? You'd feel pretty silly if I was the law; wouldn't 'cha." As I spoke I sat up, pushing Jane away.
They looked at each other nervously, not quite sure if I was serious. It finally penetrated that there was a possibility of my being a policeman.
Jane was the fastest on the uptake. "So, let's say you're a cop, so what? Cops don't like a good blowjob? Hey, Susie, whaddya think? He look like fuzz to you?" She was addressing a young, full-bodied brunette with well developed tits, a dark sensual face, and a body that would make a homo wanna fuck. Her perfectly shaped full breasts were tipped with a soft brown aureoles and large protuberant nipples. Beneath a smooth olive-colored expanse of succulent belly, a small tuft of crisp black pubic hair crowned a prominently rounded mons. She didn't have enough pubic hair to conceal the thick symmetrical contours of two luscious labia.
"Gosh, Janie, I don't think so; he's too cute for fuzz." Her eyes scanned my face, traveled down my chest, over my belly, and bored into the area containing my still damp cock and throbbing balls. "Even if he is, I'd sure like to feel that cock inside my box. God, what a magnificent tool. It makes me wanna come just thinkin' about it ... mmm."
The language of whores from the mouths of eighteen-year-olds was stunning, but excitingly so. I wondered if....
"See mister, you're not fuzz, so just lay back and enjoy," Janie told me with a strange challenging look on her young face. "You're not afraid are ya?"
"You're jailbait, everyone of you," I exclaimed. But my cock belied my feelings. It rose up from between my thighs, lusting for a rerun engagement with Janie's wild wet mouth.
"See!" shrieked the other naked nymph, a small but well-endowed redhead. "His cock tells the truth while he chips his china. Janie, you better suck on that luscious thing or I will. I'm wet and sticky from just lookin' at him."
"You lay a finger on this one without my OK, and I tear your eyes out, Judy. Go fingerfuck yourself," Janie said menacingly, and clasped my cock and balls with her small frantic paw. Turning to me she said, "You're right, big stud, we're all jailbait. Now, I'm gonna get my jollies or ... we'll all scream rape to the nearest fuzz-dig!"
She meant it; a close look at the expressions on all of their faces told me they'd back her up. If a cop appeared on the scene, I was dead. If I didn't comply, they'd fetch one. I decided to enjoy. I hadn't ever had such really young meat before. I was suddenly wet with lustful sweaty anticipation.
"OK, you young vixens, but remember you asked for it," I growled and grabbed Judy by the ankle. She fell down beside me writhing and yelling. "OK, Janie, suck my cock, baby. But I need some good soft cunt while you suck."
"Crazy, man. Hey, Judy, shut up. He ain't gonna hurt'cha. He's just gonna give you your favorite kind of fuckin'. She just loves havin' her pussy eaten, daddy." With that her head darted downward and once again my cockhead was engulfed by her wild suckling mouth. Inch by inch she ingested it. Slowly, tantalizingly. As her mouth writhed about my rigid column her small fingers burrowed under my balls and she commenced clasping, fondling, and massaging them with clever, adroit motions. My groin began to tingle as the first waves of sensual delight lapped at my senses. Turning, I started to pull Judy toward me. "C'mon, darlin', pappa needs to taste your sweet little cunt," I told her.
"Watch me first ... just watch ... it'll make it better."
Judy assumed a position astraddle my chest. Her smooth, round young thighs felt like a silken yoke around my torso. As she rose up slightly to give me the full view of her young snatch I beheld it open like a many-petaled pink rose, moistly glistening from secretions within her excited cunt.
She rotated her snug pelvis in a slow sensual circle, causing the labial folds to open and close as if alive. On each forward thrust she dipped it so close to my face, the wiry red pubic hair surrounding the thing brushed my lips. A pungent, sweet, honey-like odor assailed my nostrils as she paused above my mouth.
"How's that grab ya? Like it? Watch," she intoned, her voice low and funky.
Raising up a bit, she parted her swollen labia wide, exposing a thick pulsing bud at the crest of the wet opening of her vagina. I'd never seen such a large clitoris on a woman. A surge of lust rippled through my groin at the sight. Janie responded by increasing the tempo of her sucking.
Judy let me gaze at the delicious cunt for a full ten seconds, then inserted two fingers into the sopping depths of the small hot hole. She moaned softly as they moved in, then began to rotate her hard young buttocks again while whipping her fingers in and out of her cunt. "Oh ... ohhhh ... mmm ... ueah, yeah. Love it, oh God how I love a good fingerfuck ... ahhh ... deeper fingers, deeper ... yes, yes ... make it ready for his tongue. OHHH GOD: NOW ... NOW DADDY!"
As she removed her wet sticky fingers she lunged forward and plunged her wet dripping cunt down onto my face. I was suddenly buried in a hot mass of wet creamy cunt-meat!
My tongue lashed out and curled around the throbbing slick pip of her clitoris. It was pulsing wildly. My tongue flicked it, rolled it, and then my lips closed around its taut hard head. With swift, darting tongue-flicks I lashed it sharply. Her body writhed with joy and lust.
"OHHH MY GOD ... YES. Don't stop! Faster ... yeah, yeah. Ohhh, Sue, Sue, God don't let him get away without feeling his mouth on your snatch ... OHHH JESUS!"
My cock was now plunging deeper and deeper into Janie's pumping mouth. I could feel my throbbing cockhead hit the back of her throat with each desperate hinge of her mouth. She was squeezing my swollen balls frantically, as if to squeeze out my gism by main force.
Between the wet convulsing cunt on my mouth and the voracious wild mouth below, I felt myself begin the sharp rocketing surge to orgasm. I came with a series of hot gushing spurts deep in Janie's bobbing mouth. She merely moaned, sucked harder, and trembled violently as she came also. Judy's cunt convulsed, opened, then rippled with the sharp electric surges of her orgasm. "OHHHH ... YES! I'm flyin' ... that big cock ... it's poppin' my vibes ... AHHHHHH!" Hot rippling vaginal muscles closed in a sharp contraction on my probing tongue. The dizzy, sick-sweet waves of the ultimate sensual peak resurged from my balls and I came again and again into Janie's hungry mouth.
The sensations produced by the dual bout of oral sex still permeated my thighs, groin, and belly even after I collapsed from the physical exhaustion of the wild trip.
Judy's sweat-soaked belly pressed against my face. She had flopped forward, face down onto me after the violent release. Her belly muscles still rippled against my face in a series of spasms. Her orgasm was still in the declining phases.
I pushed her off to get my breath. "I don't know your age, doll, but you sure come like a nympho," I gasped. She didn't reply, her eyes were still lust-glazed. Rolling onto my stomach, I beheld Janie. Her eyes were half-closed and gazed back into mine. Her soft pink tongue rolled around her full lips, gathering in the remnants of my semen. "You came in buckets, daddy. You musta been storm' up for years. I ain't had such a load in weeks ... Jesus, man, I came three times, every time you shot your load. How can such an old guy like you pop your juice so many times?"
"Motivation, honey, plain motivation," I answered.
"Hey! What about me? You guys may be all fucked out but I'm horny as an owl from just watchin'."
It was Sue, the ripe brunette. She had been odd man out. Even in my sated condition her openly lustful body made my cock stir back to life. I'd seen a lotta young pussy, but never such open, raw sensuality. My eyes scanned her dark beautiful face. Her thick, full lips were slightly parted. Large brown orbs glittered with naked lust beneath half-closed eyelids. I'd never seen longer black eyelashes.
Her thick lustrous black hair hung down over the full meaty globes of her large tits like a black velvet mantle. She was kneeling on the blanket near my head and the soft swell of her smooth belly was succulent enough to eat. Unlike Janie and Judy, she had an abundance of pubic hair.
It crowned the soft rounded peak of her mons veneris, then flowed downward in crisp black tangles completely obscuring the delicious mystery of her vulva. She leaned back against her heels, resting the full, lush cushions of her wide butt-cheeks. The sight made my cock grow hard again.
The glistening black pubic hair parted, exposing two perfectly symmetrical labia majora. Like thick swollen rose petals, the turgid vulva lips lay framed in her crisp black foliage. They were a deep wine color and glistened from the inner secretions of the deeper purple depths of her vagina.
"Hey, daddy, you're not gonna let Sue suffer, are ya?" Janie's low husky voice challenged. "She's supposed to be one hulluva fuck."
"Hey, Janie," Judy's tense little voice chimed, "let's get 'im up again. You suck his cock an' I'll work on his balls."
Before I could even give a reflex response, Judy's head plunged downward, burrowed deep beneath, and captured my right testicle with her mouth. She commenced suckling it with a rolling motion of mouth and tongue. A tingle surged, then died. Nuts! I pushed her away.
"OK, your little cunt needs to get fucked ... right? Fine! We'll do it my way. Sue, get your luscious ass over here. OK ... now roll over on your belly and spread those funky thighs ... ahhh ... yeah. OK, just relax while pappa does his thing. Judy! C'mere! On your hands and knees, baby; right alongside Sue. There! OK, Janie! Assume the same position on her other side ... right! Jesus, just lookit all that young ass 'n' cunt -lined up in close order ranks."
Carefully, I knelt between Sue's parted thighs. Curling my hands around each firm round thigh, I raised her ass up until she was on her knees. Her butt-cheeks were parted slightly exposing the crisp black tufts of her thick cunt hair. I pressed my limp cock against her wet labia. "OK, baby, reach back and play with it!" I ordered.
I felt eager nimble fingers clasp the soft length of my penis and squeeze it. Then, with a hoarse little moan, she kneaded, squeezed and pulled at it with eager urgency. "Wow ... ow wow, what a groovy rod ... c'mon, daddy ... get hard ... I need that big thing in my puss ... mmm."
"Patience, doll, just a little patience. I'll be with you before ya know it," I grunted.
As Sue worked on my limp cock, I reached out and clutched two soft bare asses on either side. Giving each set of butt-cheeks an affectionate squeeze, I slid my middle fingers into the moist clefts of two luscious butt-cheeks; burrowed downward until my fingertips encountered cunt-lips, then plunged both fingers deep into hot sticky vaginas.
"Wow," groaned Judy, and pushed her buttocks back against my probing finger. "Deeper, oh deeper," moaned Janie, opening and closing her hot sticky cunt around my finger.
Slowly at first, then faster I commenced plunging my fingers in and out of their two twitching twats in counter-rhythm. The feel of two hot young cunts made my cock tremble to life and begin to swell.
"Oh, oh yeah ... it's coming ... oh daddy, it's coming ... just a little more and...." urged Sue. Her fingers simply flew around the head of my cock, caressing the glans, the sensitive spot under the glans, and up and down the underside of the thickening phallus.
In seconds it had swelled to full erection, hard, long, and ready. Hoarsely I instructed Sue while I continued fingerfucking the other two girls' cunts without missing a stroke. "Press the head of my cock against your twat, baby! Rub it around in that lovely cunt-honey you got stored inside the lips. Yeah, yeah; that's it ... ohhh yeah; now roll it around ... good!!"
As I felt my cockhead being rolled around the hot wet vestibule of her eager cunt, I introduced two fingers into the thrashing sopping cunts of the other two. They both were so full of hot cunt-juices my two fingers slid in and out easily.
"Put it in Sue, baby ... now!" I grunted.
Eager fingers guided my cockhead into the hot sopping opening of her twat. With a savage lunge I buried my rigid member deep in her eager cunt.
"OHHH ... WOW!!" Sue groaned hoarsely, and lunged up and back against my lunge. Her entire body trembled as my cockhead plunged deeper. I felt my cockhead sink into the hot rubbery cushion of her cervix as she grunted her intense pleasure.
"Jesus! The head of that ... OHHH ... yes, yes ... now fuck me hard, poppa, fuck me to death ... mmm ... OH ... OH ... WOW!"
As my fingers whipped in and out of Judy and Janie with sharp piston-strokes, I commenced fucking Sue's cunt with long deep thrusts, pausing a split second on each backstroke. It drove her nuts. Her vagina rippled up and down the length of my plunging cock in spasms of wild delight.
My own sensations were mounting at a rapid pace. I could feel the hot surging cauldron of my semen gather at the base of my scrotum, ready to burst forth in a scalding flood. Caught up in the throes of the fuck, I withdrew my fingers from the other two twats and clutched Sue's flailing buttocks in a viselike grip. My fingers sank deep into her succulent, massive buttcheeks and pulled her bouncing ass hard against my savage lunges.
A low hoarse voice sounded in my ear. "In her butt, daddy! She loves it ... ass-fuck 'er ... she comes unglued."
Swinging my face toward the voice, I saw Janie's blazing eyes and lust-contorted face. A small trickle of saliva ran down her chin from her twisted lips. She was tripped-out by the scene, but why not? A soft supple anus sounded wild!
Gazing downward, I paused a split second on my plunging outstroke, pulled Sue's trembling butt-cheeks wide apart, saw the brown, puckered ring of my target, and rammed my cock savagely into the direct center.
She shrieked in pain and surprise but the other two girls pinioned her firmly. "No way out, Sue, ole doll. Judy and Janie have always wanted to see you get it up the ole chocolate channel. Just relax, ya know damn well ya love it."
As my cockhead sank to the glans in her tight hot anus, she relaxed. My entire cock slid easily into the soft hot depths creating a wildly savage lust in my mind and body. I went wild. With savage ramming lunges I ass-fucked the depths of Sue's succulent core.
Within five seconds she commenced to moan and thrash around in the ecstasy of the anal fuck. My cock slithered in and out freely now, allowing me to roll my strokes. "Uhhh ... ohhh ... take it, baby! Up to the hilt ... OHHH GOD DAMN ... AHHGGH!"
My ejaculation spewed up the length of my plunging cock and burst like molten lava into the slick convulsing chamber of her asshole. She trembled, then shook, then began to spasm with wild gyrations as the anal orgasm welled up to a blinding surge of wild sensual waves and she came. "YEOWWW ... OHHH ... OOOWW ... DADDY...."
She collapsed forward in thrashing, twitching spasms as the orgasm racked her entire body. As she fell forward, my cock slithered out, dripping with gism.
I was spent, fucked-out, and flopped on my back to enjoy the residual waves of raw sensuality as they coursed through my trembling frame. God, I was beat, but my satisfaction was beyond description.
Rolling onto my stomach, I scanned the scene. Sue was still on her stomach. The soft mounds of her succulent butt-cheeks still trembled. Janie and Judy were squatting nearby and gazing in lustful awe at their companion. Judy spoke first.
"Janie, didja ever see the like? Even John "The Stud' didn't make her come that hard; wow!" Her eyes studied me as if seeing me in a new light. "Hey, daddy, how about joining our little group for food 'n' fun tonight."
"Jesus, that's really a great idea, Janie," chimed Judy.
I asked where they were camped. They pointed to a distant clump of palms about a mile down the beach. I pondered. I could use some food and the company of young, sexy cunt was certainly not to be downgraded. Perhaps I'd even find fresh cunt-meat. I agreed to join them later that evening. Sue, partially recovered, was helped to her feet by Judy and Janie. They headed toward their own campsite, young buttocks bobbing lasciviously with each step. They sure were sexy little twats. Christ, at that age I'd never even known what a cunt looked like. God, how times had changed-for the better, too!
That evening, under a full Florida moon, I found myself seated Indian-fashion beside a small campfire. It was a male fantasy come to life. Judy, Jane, Sue, and two other nubile girls sat around me, all cross-legged with their cunts fully exposed to my hot gaze. Billy Jo, a willowy blonde had been openly inspecting my genitals as we munched on hotdogs, chips, and pickles. Linda, a rather chubby girl, had been more covert. She had cast shy, quick glances at my crotch whenever she thought no one was watching.
Wiping mustard from her mouth with the back of her hand Billy Jo said, "Judy, honey, Vail sure found a real manly type for us to have over fo' dinah." Her southern accent just dripped with expectation. "Sho am glad y'all had your turn. Jus' hope ole honeypot Barbara don't get jiere, till mornin'."
Janie grinned. "What's the matter, honey-chile, can't stand the competition? Afraid Barbara would steal your fun?"
"Hmph ... her'n her big butt and those obscene knockers. Never could figure how a gentleman would prefer such a cow to the more delicate beauty of a truly feminine lady," Billy Jo retorted sulkily.
I didn't know who they were expounding on, but hoped she'd make the scene. And I could easily explain to Billy Jo why men liked big tits and good full ass. I was tempted to do just that but Judy broke in. "Cut the cat-talk. Let's turn on. Hey Ginny, break out the smokes." The chubby Ginny scrambled up, rummaged through a bag, and returned with a couple of packs of cigarettes. "Here, Judy. How about our guest?"
Judy turned and said, "How about daddy? A little pot won't hurtcha."
"Why not," I grinned, "it doesn't leave a hangover."
"Right-on," chirped Janie, handed me a roach, then passed one out to Billy Jo, Judy and Ginny.
Everybody lit up and took long drags. I had tried pot as a young man, so it held no surprises. The bittersweet, acrid taste stung my throat and made my eyes water a bit. In seconds the effect began to build. I felt high. Each move seemed like slow motion, and the naked young goddesses looked dreamlike to my newly acquired state.
I don't remember how much later it was when I found it hard to distinguish their individual features, but slowly they all began to look alike-naked, sexy, and ready to be sucked and fucked.
A hungry mouth was sucking my cock bringing it to full, hard erection. As if in a dream, I saw Billy Jo stand above my crotch, then squat until her young, almost hairless slit touched the tip of my cock. Her glazed eyes closed as she sank down, impaling herself on my organ. I felt my cock being enclosed by a hot, tight sheath of slippery flesh, then felt the sheath slide up and down the rigid column in rhythmic strokes. Her small, hard butt-cheeks flailed my thighs in a rapidly increasing tempo until, suddenly, she moaned hoarsely and rammed her cunt down with great force. A ripple within the sheath caressed my enveloped cock and she grunted in ecstasy the pleasure of her release. "UHHH ... OHHHH ... GAWD, WHAT A PROD!"
I hadn't reached orgasm. Vaguely, I recalled that pot prolonged ejaculation in the male.
With my shaft still coated with Billy Jo's juice, I saw it being drawn into a crevice between two large buttcheeks. It was drawn quickly into the tight slick clutches of a very tight young cunt-hole. Ginny's jollies took less than ten seconds. She bobbed up and down five or six times, quivered briefly and flopped away from my organ, sobbing with joy.
For a few moments I saw none of the young nymphs. At first I dreamily wondered if they had split, although I heard Judy's voice as if in the distance.
"Groovy, Barb! Glad ya could make the scene. Hey, check the stud we found. Wanna feel a really wild cock? Hey! You look so funny. What's the matter? Jesus, I know a cock don't bug you, baby, Christ, I remember you takin' on two atta time."
I raised myself on one elbow, rubbed my eyes and peered at the newcomer. She was a real knockout. Unlike the other girls she wore a skimpy bikini, but it only set off her fantastically voluptuous body.
In the flickering light of the campfire, I couldn't see her face clearly. To compound the problem, the pot had blurred my vision to the point where only vague details were discernible. But I could make out a dark, beautiful face, both sensual and sensitive. I felt I'd seen these features before, but couldn't remember where. I gave up and flopped back to enjoy the waves of delicious sensations produced by the weed! Faintly, I heard snatches of what seemed to be a heated discussion.
Judy's voice seemed startled. "You're kiddin'! I'll be damned. Here, take a couple of puffs ... it'll help."
"Hey," Janie's muffled, stoned-out voice exclaimed. "That's a gas; really way-out. What the fuck, honey, you got a chance we'll never have. Jesus, will wonders never cease?" She chuckled drunkenly and said something else, but I couldn't make it out. It was all garbled. Ye ole joy weed really had taken me in hand.
It seemed time stood still, and I couldn't have told you my own name at any given moment I was really flying, yet I was somehow aware of my body, my hands, legs, face, and that most important member, my cock. It stood rigid, and tall like a gleaming white tower of flesh reaching for the stars.
Gradually, a figure blended into misty focus. It was female and a lusty one at that. Something about the face was vaguely familiar, yet strange. Full ripe breasts popped into view as the wraith of heavenly female removed the skimpy bra. They bobbled heavily with dark taut nipples erect and protruding proudly from the perfect, meaty spheres of her tits. Long tapered fingers slid into the waistband of a brief bikini and slowly peeled it down over ripe, full hips. A proud, crisp tuft of crisp black pubic hair burst forth. It crowned the mound of the most succulent mons I'd ever seen.
For a moment she stood astraddle of my column, gazing down at me with an expression composed of one part tenderness, one part apprehension, and one part lust. Her eyes shone with lust beneath half-closed eyelids and her tongue licked her own lips in nervous anticipation. In the distance I heard Judy's strident voice: "Fuck him, baby, you'll never get a chance like this again in a million years. Suck 'im first, that's the best part. Believe me, honey, it'll be great"
The one part lust turned to two, and the glorious head and beautiful face descended to pay homage to my trembling, expectant organ. Before I knew it, a soft cascade of long, black, lustrous hair covered my belly, and a hot, warm tongue flicked the ridge of my swollen glans.
Like an expert whore, her tongue rolled around the bulging ridge of my cockhead. It snaked down the sensitive underside of my cock and burrowed under my swollen, taut balls, finally probing the base of my scrotum and the trigger spot between my anus and balls. Lovingly, yet savagely, the learned tongue swirled, licked, and probed my entire range of genital erogenous real estate.
My back arched in passion toward the fantastic, hot mouth. It rose, and poised above my cockhead; then, with a small animal-like moan, it opened wide and captured my cock with hot, moist, velvet lips. I lunged, driving my penis deep into the molten slick depths of this luscious mouth, pumping like crazy.
She whimpered, moaned, and sucked me with long, gliding strokes, opening her soft hot throat to take my entire member. Her face sank into my pubic thatch time and time again. The gism I had held back began to boil and surge in my scrotum. But no! I wanted to fuck this glorious cunt. My cock must be buried deep in her sweet, hot meat when I emptied my seed.
Grasping her head with both hands, I pushed her off my cock, and turned her onto her back. "Open those goddamned thighs, you fuckin' goddess. I'm gonna fuck your sweet, wild cunt and fill it with me."
"OHHH ... God! Judy! Janie! He's going to ... OHHH ... FUCK ... YES ... FUCK ME DADDY, FUCK ME DEEP! FUCK ME HARD ... I'M BETTER THAT WAY ... GIVE ME YOUR COCK DADDY ... FUCK ME!!!"
As her ripe, full thighs opened wide, I saw the rose-colored petals of a juice-soaked cunt open wide to receive my surging cock. It was then I realized it was Barbara, my daughter. Holy Mother of God!
Before I could pause, regain my senses, and break away, her strong, supple thighs locked around my hips. She locked her firm, long legs around my waist and gave a tremendous heave. My cock was already touching the vestibule of her cunt and the violent lunge of her movement sank the rigid length of my organ deep into the hot, molten vortex of her pulsing cunt, I lost all thoughts of propriety and commenced fucking her with plunging strokes. As my cock rammed deeper and deeper into Barbara's writhing hot sheath I felt the most mindbending sensations of raw lust roll through my entire body. I was fucking my own lovely daughter! God! And she wanted it as badly as I! The effect was electric.
"OHHH ... God, BABY! OHHH I LOVE YOUR CUNT, YOUR ASS, YOUR TITS ... FUCK DADDY ... FASTER BABY, FASTER ... OH JESUS...."
Her back arched high, and her pelvis bucked like a live thing gone wild as she moaned and shrieked her joy and passion. "Deeper, daddy ... OHHH ... YES! I'M WILD ... YOUR BIG COCK ... FT ... OHHH DADDY, HARDER ... FM ... OWWHHH GOD!!"
Her cunt muscles rippled in a series of strong spasms as her orgasm burst forth in savage strength.
I fucked her now with savage, ramming thrusts. My gism boiled up my plunging organ and shot deep into her bucketing cunt. One ... two ... three; a complete series of hot, gushing streams of semen shot deep into the vortex of her convulsing cunt. I groaned as my entire scrotum seemed to empty into my daughter's voracious, grasping valley of hot, writhing cunt-meat.
As it shot forth, waves of blinding lust and joy seared my brain and drained my senses. I must have fainted.
Before I lost consciousness, I heard an awed voice exclaim, "That's what I call one helluva fuck. Jesus!"
The next morning I awoke to find my daughter snuggled close to my body. She awoke as I moved.
"Hi," she said. Her tone was apprehensive.
"Hi, baby," I grinned. "Shit! If you can't find sexual release with your best friend...."
Relief flooded her gorgeous face. "I guess I got carried away, daddy. Oh, if you only knew how many times I...."
"I understand, baby, I understand. Now, let's you and me split to my camp and talk. I have a plan." She smiled at me with a warmth that made the sun feel cold in comparison, and we strolled hand in hand back to my campsite. The other young nymphs had packed and left, I assumed, because we were the only ones on the beach.
Over coffee and breakfast we talked. She had split from home soon after my own departure. It seemed Glenda, my bitch-wife, had turned to booze. She'd taken my leaving very hard, according to Babs. Robbie my son had attempted to soothe her, but it just made matters worse.
"How would you dig being a family again, dear?" I said.
"Daddy, you're kidding. You'd be an idiot after the way she treated you," Barbara cried.
"Maybe not, honey, maybe not. Now here's my idea." I spent the next hour outlining my plan. Although she was dubious, Barbara agreed to accompany me home. She was to play a key part in opening the lines of communications with Glenda, my estranged wife.
We arrived via air through the courtesy of Delta Airlines. I cooled my heels at the airport while Barbara played her role. Nearly two hours passed and I was beginning to think Barbara had failed. Then a page called my name over the airport speaker system. When I picked up the courtesy phone I wondered whose voice I would hear.
It was Glenda. "Chuck, I'm willing to try. Come on home." That was it. Well, I thought, at least she's willing to listen.
I arrived at our home around six. Barbara and Robbie had made themselves scarce.
After some tense small talk we finally got down to cases. "I understand you have a wild idea, Chuck," began Glenda..
"Yes, I do. And Barbara was right. To you it may sound really freaky," I began. "Do you remember how we met?"
She nodded, turning a little crimson as she thought about it. "You stumbled onto me while I was ... well, to use a vulgarism, giving John Diller a blow-job."
"Ah," I said, "just so! That's the point I hoped you'd remember. You were the hottest thing in panties when I first met you. It's true, Glenda. Admit it! You're a very sexy gal. Always have been. I know it and you know it, so let's don't belabor the point. Now! For a good many years you've used your sexuality as weapon against me. Why, I can well imagine, but that's all past.
"Now, an important question ... have you any desire to continue as a family?"
"Chuck, I ... well, I missed you. I love you very much but I don't think I can satisfy you totally; after all, I'm nearly thirty-nine," she replied. Her voice was filled with doubt.
"And I could never satisfy you, either. That's been our big problem. You and I are very horny people. Let's face it, we need variety. Now, we can get it separately or together. How would you prefer it?"
"Together, Chuck, but how...?" she stammered.
"First we absolutely MUST get rid of any feelings of jealousy. Can you manage that?" I asked.
"You're suggesting we have affairs?"
"No. I'm suggesting we become ourselves. We are both completely sexual people. Thus, I suggest we let ourselves go and really be ourselves. Why not try swinging? Other couples have done it, and saved their marriage in the process. Love is one thing; sex is quite another," I paused. It was a critical time, a crucial moment.
Time seemed to stand still. Finally Glenda heaved a great sigh. "Chuck, I'll try anything. Maybe you're right. In any case, I do know I have resented bitterly your easy access to other women while I was stuck at home. Would you believe I tried to seduce the mailman?"
For the next two weeks we fucked at night and placed ads in the L.A. Free Press. Finally we weeded out the weirdo replies and decided to accept an invitation to a small gathering of couples in the San Fernando Valley, Friday evening.
At my suggestion, we told the kids we were going to see a marriage counselor for the evening. Barbara played along, but winked at me as she kissed me goodbye. "Have fun," she giggled, and let her hand give my crotch a quick squeeze. She certainly wasn't going to let Florida be our last fuck and this was her way of warning me. Soon I'd have her in my bed again, one way or another.
As we wound our way over the old Sepulveda Road toward the Valley, Glenda began to show the first signs of nervousness.
"Somehow it seems insane. Here I am with the man I married rushing to an appointment for the sole purpose of getting fucked by a complete stranger ... while my husband looks on and fucks another complete stranger." Her voice trembled and anxiety showed in every line of her voluptuous body. "God, what a woman will go through to save her marriage."
"What marriage?" I asked calmly, although my anger was just beneath the surface. "If you mean that scrap of paper with our wedding date and city clerk's stamp on it...."
"Oh for chrissake, Chuck Pm going, aren't I?" she sighed vehemently.
I pulled the car over to the side and cut the motor. "Now Glenda, you had better hear this and hear it good, cause I won't repeat it Otherwise I turn us around, you don't get fucked, I don't get fucked, and I take off tonight. I'm not forcing you to live as I believe.
"If you want to lock your crotch, find some male android to simper and whine at your knees for a little sniff of your cunt every month or so; fine. It's a free country-that includes me. Being free, I don't intend to live from here to impotent old age without all the sex I can handle with everyone who will accept my cock."
"I know, I know ... that...." she stammered.
"Shut up and listen," I snapped. "Sexual freedom is just as basic as free speech. As the great expert on psychology I'm very sure you are well aware that human beings are BORN sexual. Now, just because a bunch of frozen cunts in Queen Victoria's era decided that thing between their legs made a good club with which to blackmail, coerce, and manipulate the male animal is no reason I have to conform to such cruel stupidity. You wanna pee out of it and let it atrophy, be my guest, but not at my expense. Now, is that perfectly clear, or are there any questions?"
For a full minute she was silent; only her eyes flickered as she studied my face. For the first time in our married life she was beginning to understand I could really mean something, not just say it. "Maybe you're right, honey, maybe you're right God knows I'm not a cold fish. We'll give it a whirl. Who knows, I might enjoy it. I haven't had a strange penis inside of me for a long time."
by the time we arrived at our destination Glenda had relaxed. In fact, I think she was even experiencing a mild excitement from the anticipated activities ahead. She was certainly correct about not being cold. While dating, she had fucked like a goddamn mink. Furthermore, she could have taught an experienced whore a few tricks when she got warmed up.
We pulled up to a modest, well kept house in a middle-income neighborhood. In answer to my push on the doorbell, a handsome, well built man opened the door.
His smile flashed warmly. "Oh, you must be Glenda and Chuck. Hank's my name," he greeted us in a deep warm voice. His hair was well groomed, with just a touch of gray here and there. His flashing blue eyes surveyed Glenda boldly. "Great-lookin' gal, Chuck, a real beaut. C'mon in. I'll call Doris. As you can see we were having our evening swim."
Glenda's eyes had already scanned the generous bulge beneath the skimpy swim trunks. Her blush told me she was impressed and intrigued. As we followed Hank through the living room Glenda's gaze seemed glued to his small, compact buttocks and strong wide shoulders.
I leaned forward and whispered, "See, doll, it could be you lucked-out. Quite a hunk of guy, isn't he?"
"Oh, Chuck!" she commenced, then smiled a bit "Well, as you say, not bad for a start. You're right; he's a good-lookin' hunk of male." Her cheeks were flushed and for the first time in many years I discerned a gleam of lust in her eyes. My little wifey was turned on.
Hank led us through a large family room toward the back of the plushly furnished house. It contained a large, well stocked bar, a central circular fireplace, around which were scattered enormous multicolored cushions. The only real furniture in the room consisted of bar stools and a low circular coffee table.
Hank paused as he noted my survey of the room.
"Furniture just clutters up this kind of playroom, Chuck," he said with a pointed leer. "Kinda inhibits the natural vibrations of a party, if ya know what I mean."
I knew, and approved. If you can get a female into a horizontal position, a few drinks do the rest.
As we proceeded, we stepped through the open arcadia doors onto a large patio. A beautiful olympic-size pool adjoined it and several people were splashing about shrieking and laughing. Two were female, two male. Sitting with her legs dangling in the water and her back to us was another female. Actually her back was obscured by a glistening mantle of long, thick, golden hair.
As we approached Hank yelled out, "Hey, Doris! Our guests are here. C'mon, babe, see what pappa brought you."
The mane of golden hair swirled like spun gold as the head of the woman snapped around in response to the statement. A pair of sparkling blue eyes gazed directly into mine for a split-second, then shifted to gaze at Glenda. As she examined Glenda's assets she rose lithely and turned. I thought Glenda would crap. The beautiful blonde was stark naked.
"Jesus!" I exclaimed.
Glenda turned and snapped, "What's the matter, honey? You act like yu never saw a cunt before." Turning to Hank she continued. "How come you got all the modesty in the family? Or, don't you believe in equal rights? I'm not gonna stand around here fully clothed while my husband ogles naked women. Where do I undress?"
Hank came over and took her by the arm. "Pardon us, all, I'll show Glenda to the dressing-room." He guided my irate wife into the house, chatting and joshing as he went.
Meanwhile I hadn't taken my eyes off the glorious goddess who now swayed provocatively toward me. Her full breasts rolled gently as she approached, and the rounded, smooth expanse of her tan belly rippled with each step. A burst of white-gold pubic hair atop her mons veneris glistened as the last rays of the sun struck the crisp golden hairs. As she stopped in front of me I looked back up in her face. "Hi," I grinned. "My name's Chuck. Yours must be Doris."
Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously and her full, sensual lips parted in a sexy smile. "What's the difference, honey, you probably won't be around long enough to get acquainted anyway." As she said it, she snaked her arms around my neck and pressed the full length of her voluptuous nakedness against me. "Soft, meaty breasts flattened against my chest, and the firm mound of her mons pressed hard against the bulge at my crotch.
Instantly my cock hardened. In response, she covered my mouth with her soft, lush lips, thrust her pelvis sharply against my swollen cock, and plunged her hot tongue deep into my mouth. I felt a surge of lust sweep my loins and started to embrace her, but she sprang lithely backwards.
"No, honey, not unless you stay. I just wanted to see if you were all man," she said tauntingly. With that, she plunged back into the pool. As she dove I saw a quick flash of two pink labia between the lush butt-cheeks, just below her anus. I knew I had to enjoy the slick hotness of those lips before the evening was over. If Glenda went home, she'd go alone.
My prurient thoughts were interrupted by a low whistle of appreciation from one of the men in the pool, a blond, rugged-looking guy. He was staring past me toward the house.
I turned to see what was causing his expression of delight. For one fleeting fragment of a second I didn't recognize the naked lady. My mind must have been momentarily stunned by the impact of her dazzling yet animal-like sensuality. But, without a doubt, it was Glenda.
Memories of our dating days flooded my mind. The hot, feverish bouts in motels, on the beach, in the car. God, how I remembered. I'd never imagined, in those days, a female could act like such an animal of lust Now it all came back.
The years had dealt her a winning hand. Her black lustrous hair swayed around softly rounded bare shoulders. The rolling motion of full breasts made the dark aureoles and large nipples dance about with erotic abandon. Her narrow waist and flat stomach flared perfectly into a creamy smooth expanse of soft belly and perfectly molded hips. Couched between ripe rounded thighs, a dark, thick triangle of crisp pubic hair swayed invitingly with each step she took.
"Any objections?" she asked huskily, looking at me with that sultry look I hadn't seen for many years.
"Only one. You've given me a hard-on, and made me realize how many years you've cheated me out of the sexiest, funkiest cunt in the whole world. Jesus, baby, I may come without even touching you."
She threw her head back and laughed; a low, husky laugh bubbling like dark, heady wine from soft, full lips like a slowly building orgasm. "Not tonight, hubby dear. Tonight we do it your way. You can fuck anyone but me, and vice versa, doll. Jesus, that Hank can be a convincing sonovabitch. I'm already hot from his suggestions. He's hung like a bull. See ya, babe, mama's gonna rip it off."
With a sudden lunge she clutched my crotch, squeezed, then ran to the pool and dove in.
"Chuck!" It was Hank, the host bull. "I hope I did right. You did want her to get with it, didn't you?"
"Yeah, yeah, I s-i did," I answered wryly, "but I didn't ask you to turn her into a fuckin' nympho. Jesus, man, what in the name of God did you do, feed her a Spanish Fly?"
Hank just chuckled and shook his handsome head. "Just a little psychological trickery, Chuck. Actually, Doris should have the credit. She clued me soon after we decided to become swingers, also her idea, I might add." He paused, took a long swig of his highball, then continued. "Most women are very competitive. Our national output in house-goods, clothes, cars, etc., etc., are the proof. It's the women who want the status symbols, ole cock, not the male. Women just can't stand to refuse a challenge. They must show each other who's better, whose possessions are better, and so on.
"While I was showing her the dressing room, I detoured and showed her my private collection of porno pictures of me and Doris. I casually extolled my wife's proficiency in the sack and stated emphatically no woman alive could match Doris in the sex department."
"You no-good bastard," I chuckled, "you really are a devious sonovabitch. Very clever."
"No, like I said, it's Doris who should have all the credit. Her little plan has worked about ninety-nine percent of the time. Glenda just reacted normally; she accepted the implicit challenge-well, you saw the result. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll reap the rewards of my labors." He set his highball down, and hit the pool in a clean dive. He surfaced next to Glenda who was giggling and playfully trading feelies with the big blond guy on the far side of the pool.
"Hey, big fella," a husky voice hissed to my right "You're overdressed for this shindig. What's that problem? Does it self-destruct when exposed?"
It was Doris, damply glistening from the pool. She embraced me from behind. My buttocks felt the hard roundness of her mons pressing sensually with slow, rolling thrusts. Before I could answer, a supple hand slid into my waistband, snaked down to my shorts, and slithered inside. Hot, firm fingers closed hungrily around my cock and began squeezing, fondling and caressing.
"Mmmmm ... such a lovely, lovely tool. Oh my, I do believe it's alive and growing. Ah! Just as I thought, like a goddamned bull. About nine inches I'd say." Her voice had now slipped down one more register and was thick with desire. She really loved cock-probably some more than others but still....
"Come on, baby, let's get onto that patch of grass over there," I said. "I'll show you what it looks like."
We ambled over to the grassy patch at the edge of the house. It was partially obscured from the pool and barely out of the light. I commenced unbuttoning my pants.
"No, lover, let me. I always love undoing surprise packages," Doris pleaded. She dropped to her knees in front of me so sharply her succulent, full tits bounced and jiggled from the movement. She sure had a fine pair of melons, even better than Glenda's.
With a quick, deft movement she unzipped my fly, peeled my slacks down, and parted the slit in my jockey shorts. My throbbing cock sprang out like a striking cobra, rigid, pulsing and ready.
"OHHH ... God!" Doris exclaimed. "It's ... it's so beautiful, big, and oh so hard." Her fingers clasped the pulsing shaft and caressed it with careful, slow "finger motions, as if fondling an art treasure. A hot well of sensation made my thighs twitch. Then my tight, swollen testicles were enclosed in a grip of clutching, knowing fingers. "Oh, baby, you got balls like a bull ... mmmm ... I just love big hard balls...."
She pushed me down onto the soft grassy turf with her free hand, then knelt between my thighs. Her large, firm breasts hung from her heaving rib-cage like ripe, succulent melons of lush flesh. Her long silken hair settled over my crotch like a golden curtain, obscuring her oral activities with my throbbing genitals.
Suddenly, my cockhead was enveloped by a wet, hot mouth. Her tongue -rimmed my swollen glans, slowly, hungrily, and made the hot, feverish sensation in my loins flare to searing lust. My thigh muscles twitched with desire as her mouth glided up, down, up, down the hard length of my cock. I felt the tip of my cock touch the back of her throat as she ingested the entire shaft, then began pumping up and down with wanton, urgent strokes. She paused every other stroke at the head of my cock to roll her soft hot tongue around the ridge of my glans. Her nimble fingers fondled my engorged testicles in counterpoint rhythm to her voracious sucking.
Her breathing was raspy and uneven and she was beginning to shudder with pleasure derived from eating my cock. So far I hadn't touched her body. Now I reached out and cupped one magnificent tit in each hand. Her body jerked with pleasure. I squeezed the lush softness of those succulent melons with an almost vicious lust. Beneath my palms I felt her nipples grow erect and taut.
"Suck ... ohhh ... yeah. Faster ... yeah, yeah! Jesus, don't ... uhhh ... oh baby, baby, I'm gonna come a bucket ... now ... now! AHHHGGGHHH!"
Her mouth was a writhing cunt, whipping up and down my surging cock. Her head was a blur of pumping, pistoning gold as she brought forth the hot gushing geyser of white boiling gjsm from the depths of my scrotum. It burst into the voracious hot cavern of her hungry mouth in a series of violent spurts. My back arched sharply as the white, blinding surge of animal lust rolled through my brain in waves of exquisite pleasure. She milked every last drop from my tool. Even as it grew limp from sated exhaustion, her hot tongue and lips licked, sucked, and lapped up any last remaining drops of my semen. Hazily, I saw her release my wet saliva-covered phallus and hover over me. Her eyes were half-closed and still smoky with lust.
"Chuck, baby, you got the most delicious cock I've tasted for many moons, and the hottest gism I ever swallowed. Any gal who misses sucking your cock is an idiot. You know, of course, I came twice before you did."
"You shuddered from head to toe when that luscious pussy had an orgasm. I couldn't very well miss the signs. How does it feel to come without a cock inside?"
"Well, not as good as with," she chuckled, "which brings me to that very subject. I need to be cock fucked before the feeling goes away, lover."
"Gimme two seconds, and I'll fuck you to death, doll," I replied. "While I recover, let's find out what's with the crowd."
She chuckled derisively and said," You mean is my husband fucking your wife? Okay, let's investigate." She rose and pulled me up. "If I know Hank he's got her in our little playroom. C'mon." Taking my hand she led the way.
As we stepped through the open arcadia doors all we heard was heavy breathing and soft, urgent sex sounds. The room was dark except for a soft glow from a large candle.
"On your hands and knees, lover," Doris murmured, "we don't wanna step into any open cunt-holes." Her sense of humor was certainly original, but she was right, a foot in some guy's balls, on a breast, or some other object, could be pretty bad.
In the dim candle glow, I made out a pair of white buttocks surging up and down with a slow, measured rhythm. As I crawled closer I heard the squish, slurp of a cock slithering in and out of a wet, hot cunt. Soft moans and fuck words also became audible.
"Oh ... oh ... yes, yes ... fuck, fuck ... fuck me, Rick ... mmm ... that hard cock is ... oh, oh ... deeper ... yes, yes, yes."
It wasn't Glenda's voice, but I remembered that Rick was the blond guy. I hadn't even been allowed a chance to get a clear look at the other guy and the other two women in the pool. Well, the evening was young yet. Just the same I couldn't resist a quick feel of the recipient of Rick's thrusting cock. Softly, I ran my fingers along the inside of her smooth, velvety, wide-spread thigh.
It was wet with sweat, so my fingers slid easily. I groped until my fingertips encountered hair. Then I felt the pumping phallus as it entered and pulled out of the slick, hot cunt-hole. I felt hot balls slapping my fingers as Rick rammed deep with each instroke. The sensation was wild. My cock swelled to steel-hard erection. As a parting gesture, I probed down and found the soft puckered anal opening. Lightly, I stroked around the opening as her as bucked and rolled with the fuck. She responded with delight, thinking it was Rick's caress.
"OHHHH ... God, honey ... yes ... fuck my ass ... plow that thing up my ... I've never ... ohhhhhh...."
I left, wondering if he would try it. As I crawled onward, behind Doris, I suddenly bumped my face into the soft, lush meatiness of her butt-cheeks. She had stopped suddenly. A strong, pungent odor assailed my nose. I groped and found her butt. The aroma was from her open cunt. My cock began to tremble with renewed lust.
"Chuck. Look what I found," she whispered softly.
Slightly ahead, and to the right were another couple. She was astraddle his head as he lay supine on his back. Back of her, gleaming in the soft glow of the candle, his enormous cock stood erect and rigid from his loins.
It was Glenda and Hank.
Her head was snapping around in wild abandoned motions while her hips rolled, bucked, and thrust back and forth in sharp, frantic gyration. Hank's head was completely hidden by her thighs and buttocks.
Quickly I whispered in Doris' ear. She nodded in agreement. "Oh yes, lover, yes ... a really wild idea. Follow me."
She crawled over to Hank's widespread, bucking legs and leaned down. I heard her mouth close over his erect cock with a juicy slurp. His only reaction was a moan of pleasure. Glenda paid no attention. She was too engrossed in her own sensations of delight being administered by Hank's tongue.
As Doris' head commenced to move up and down over Hank's cock, I placed myself directly behind her and let the tip of my cock brush the cleft in her lush butt-cheeks.
At the first touch she spread her legs apart to give me full access to her ass. I placed one hand on each of her full, meaty butt-cheeks and guided the tip of my prick between the moist, hot inner cheeks.
Releasing her cheeks, I allowed them to close over my shaft. Gently and slowly, guiding my cock with one hand, I stroked the area between her cunt and asshole with my bulging cockhead. She shuddered and spread herself wider. As I rubbed up and down her crack, my cockhead began to pick up the oozing cunt-honey from her hot, hair-covered labia. She was shuddering and trembling with want and lust from her suckling and my cock caresses.
I pulled back a bit, and thrust two fingers between her trembling cheeks. As my fingertips encountered the sopping hot rim of her swollen labia, she jerked with pleasure and pushed backward, engulfing my fingers with her quivering molten sheath. She was so juicy, she dripped. As I thrust deeper, my fingertips found the taut, pulsing bud of her clitoris. It was slick and creamy with cunt-honey. I rolled it around and around under my fingertips, pressing it gently forward as I caressed. She moaned with delight and began rotating her mons in rhythm to my finger actions. As I pleasured her this way for several minutes, Glenda's gyrations had become wilder and wilder. Her head snapped back and forth like a black whip and she was grunting and moaning her lust and pleasure.
"Hank ... oh God ... your tongue ... like a snake ... on my clit ... ohhh YESSS ... flick it faster ... tongue my hole ... OHHH ... YES ... YES ... twist ... twist it ... AHHH ... eat me, you big fuckin' full ... tongue lash my cunt ... suck my juice ... make me ... ohhhh God more ... more!!"
The sight of her twisting back, lush buttocks pounding hard against another man's lashing tongue, and uttering the ultimate delight she felt, made me go wild with lust.
I reared back, guided my rigid cock between Doris' rolling buttocks and rammed it deep into the hot, juicy depths of her wide open cunt. I opened her hot moist butt-cheeks wide to get maximum penetration and lunged even deeper into the slick, juicy depths. I felt my throbbing cockhead bore into the soft cushion of her uterus and knew I was all the way home.
Again she shuddered violently. Her vaginal muscles rippled like giant fingers around my pulsing prick and then released. With long, deep strokes I commenced fucking her with all my prowess. Her cunt muscles grasped, released, then clasped again as I plunged in and out of the hot, slick maw of her cunt. Her ass rolled, and thrust backward against my savage lunges with equal viciousness. She was an animal when she fucked. All the civilized veneer disappeared. She was raw, primitive, and completely lost in a sea of lust, yet she didn't miss a stroke with her mouth on Hank's cock.
Her cunt began to convulse with quick, hard spasms and I knew she was seconds from an enormous orgasm. The knowledge triggered my own building surge of lust. I plowed her deeper and more savagely with each plunging stroke and my fingers were buried deep in the meat of her butt-cheeks.
Suddenly, Glenda shrieked with lust and pressed her cunt down against Hank's face with a shuddering violent thrust.
"OHHH ... MY ... GOD ... FM COMINGGG ... OOOWWH ... YEESSS ... AHHHHGG!!"
Hank's body arched upward with a powerful heave and his pelvis jerked rapidly as his gism erupted into Doris' mouth. "Take it, honey, take it ALL, OHHH GAWD!!"
Doris clamped her thighs together and her vagina convulsed like a thing gone wild as her orgasm caught her entire being in a rippling wave of blinding sensation.
My geyser of hot white semen gushed into the depths of her writhing cunt, filling it to overflowing as I gasped, shuddered, and let myself go with the blinding, white, searing tide of my own thundering orgasm. "TAKE IT ... ALL OF IT ... YOU FUNKY, HOT, JUICY CUNT ... AAAHHHH"
Like thick bullets, I shot my gobs of hot gism into her core in a series of erupting spasms. As the last spurt was swallowed by her convulsing cunt, I fell forward, trembling with sated pleasure.
Several moments later, my cock slid out of her cunt, covered with our mutual juices. I opened my eyes and looked directly into Glenda's gaze. She lay alongside Hank. Her eyes smoldered with lust and satisfaction.
"Darlin'," she said huskily, "you were right about a new lifestyle. You are hereby duly informed: I'm a swingin', fuckin', suckin' wife."