Chapter 7

Tom Parker was awakened from his light sleep by a knock at the front door to the cottage. Turning over on his side, he looked as though he were surprised to find Gay Sommers nakedly lying by his side, as beautiful as always in the aftermath of their spent passion. That morning had been exhausting; Gay had excited him again and again, far more than he would have ever thought possible, and had again and again satisfied him in ways he had never suspected existed.

The knock on the door came again, and Tom got up and quickly slung his bathrobe around his shoulders. He crossed to the front door, and then paused briefly.

"Yes. Who is it?"

"Who do you think?" laughed Harry Sommer's voice from the other side of the door.

Tom opened the door to find Harry and his wife standing outside, arm in arm, Harry clothed in his own bathrobe, and Jill covered with one of Harry's wife's. The two stepped into the room, and Jill crossed into her husband's arms.

"Are you all right?" Tom asked her, with some concern in his voice.

"Of course, darling," Jill smiled up at him, and then she kissed him with infinite tenderness.

"Sure she's all right," Harry laughed, "What did you expect? And how are you and Gay?"

fine," Tom answered somewhat self-consciously.

Harry crossed to the door of the Parker's bedroom, and looked in to Gay sitting up in bed. She smiled broadly at him, and waved comically.

"Well, everything seems to have worked out all right, wouldn't you say so, Tom?" Harry grinned.

"Yes . . . yes I guess it has," Tom answered, looking at Jill, and smiling with a meaning both of them understood clearly.

"Well, that's great!" Harry cooed, and then turned to his wife. "Come on, Gay, let's leave these two love birds to themselves."

"Coming, dear," Gay answered, appearing at the bedroom door. "Why don't you give me the bathrobe you're wearing, Jill, so I can make it back to our place in comparative decency?"

"Oh, of course," Jill said, and disappeared into the bedroom, appearing shortly dressed in her own bathrobe, and holding out Gay's to her.

"Say, listen, you two," Harry said. "There's a party over at our place tonight for the whole group of us from Jamieson . . . you know, the Barnetts, the Wellingtons, the Prescotts. . . I hope you'll be rested enough to be there."

Tom looked at Jill, and she nodded. "Sure, we'll be there," he smiled. "But Harry . . . I mean I don't want to imply that I'm not having a good time, or anything, but. . . well, I thought Jamieson was meeting down here to get some work done. When do we get on with the business?"

"The business?" Harry queried, grinning over at his wife.

"Yeah . . .1 mean, the week's almost half gone, and we haven't met together, or.

"Wouldn't you say the four of us have met together, in a certain sense, Tom?" Gay laughed. Tom blushed, and looked a little confused. "I didn't mean that kind of business," he managed.

"Oh, but Tom," Harry grinned, "that's the only kind of business".

Tom, more confused than ever, looked down at Jill, but she seemed just as lost as he.

"I don't understand. I mean, you've got the four top executives from Jamieson here, and. .

and what do you think they have been doing while we've been together; Tom?" Gay Sommers smiled.

Tom hesitated, the truth beginning to work its way like a breaking dawn into his brain.

"You mean.

"Exactly, Tom my boy," Harry laughed. "I'm surprised you haven't caught on sooner. The Barnetts, and the Wellingtons, and the Prescotts, have all been amusing themselves in much the same way the four of us have for the past couple of days. That, I'm afraid, is the business of this conference."

Tom was dumb struck. He couldn't believe it! All the time he had been so preoccupied with the tumultuous events in his marriage, and he hadn't even thought about the others. Of course! They must all be in on it! Suddenly, Jill began to giggle, quietly at first, and then louder, and Tom had to join her. They looked at each other, and laughed out loud, laughed for their naivet‚, their susceptibility, their relief

"Tom," Jill coughed, almost choking on her words, "We're members of a. . . a. . . a swap club!" And both of them howled from the incongruity of the situation, while Gay and Harry Sommers stood by perplexed, taking their turn at being confused.

"I don't get it," Harry said. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing . . . nothing . . ." Tom managed to gasp through his laughter. "Only everything, that's all . . ."He made his way to the sofa, and collapsed nakedly down on it, his face beet red.

"Well, I think you two are crazy," Gay giggled, "Completely nuts! Come on, Harry, let's get out of this place before these two loonies give us whatever they've got." And she took her husband's arm and began to steer him toward the door, more and more infected herself with the contagious laughter of the Parker's.

"No . . . no . . . it's all . . ." Jill managed to say, trying not to look at her husband.

"We'll see you at the party tonight, Tom?" Harry mumbled, as he disappeared out the door.

"See you two tonight, then," Gay said as she left. "And come prepared for anything. This is a wild group we've got here." And smiling, she closed the door behind her.

For a while Jill and Tom laughed. on, unable to avoid the completely amusing, and yet painful realization of what had actually happened in the past few days. To come from the depths of a dissolving sterile marriage, from the frustration and torment of a disastrous sexual relationship, to the ultimate membership in some kind of swap club, and all that in the space of only two short days . . . it was too much to comprehend! Finally, the two of them calmed down somewhat, and Jill came to join her husband on the sofa.

"Well, darling," she said, exhausted. "What do you think?"

"About what?" Tom answered, breathing heavily.

"About this whole thing. . . everything that's happened."

Tom paused a minute, gazing into his wife's eyes, and then he drew her to him across the sofa, kissed her fervently on the lips, and settled her down in the crook of his arm.

"I think, Jill . . . I think that no matter how strange this all seems .

How unreal and dreamlike . . . I think that it's wonderful. Maybe only this crazy an occurrence could have brought us back together."

"Ummmmm. . . I think so too, dear."

"But what about tonight? Are you game to go one more round?" Jill paused, and then giggled again.

"I'm so tired."

Tom laughed, and pulled his beautiful young wife even closer to him.

`We don't have to go if you don't want to," he said.

"Do you want to go?"

"Yes, I think so. That is, if I can get some rest this afternoon."

"All right. . . I want to go too."

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely."

And Jill threw her arms around her husband, and kissed him passionately on the lips. Yes, she wanted to go! She wanted to give the new Jill Parker free rein to grow and mature . . . this new being that gave her such an overwhelming sense of freedom, of worth, and of happiness. She knew it would be difficult, because the old Jill would always be present, watching and condemning. But she also knew that that old being must be vanquished, and could be vanquished.

These past two days had been the finest of her life, for not only had she learned the secrets and the wonders of her own flesh, but the marriage which had been so shaky upon their arrival was now firmly cemented on a rock-solid foundation. She had realized what the cause of their problem was . . . truly realized it, because Tom had known all along and had told her all along. She had been unresponsive, frigid, refusing to understand the basic needs of her husband and how the unfulfillment of these needs could lead to frustration, anger, even a kind of hatred destroying the marriage completely.

But she understood those basic emotions now, because they were her emotions as well. She needed fulfillment as much as Tom did . . . perhaps, since she was still a neophyte, even more than he . . . and with her understanding of that came her understanding of many other things as well. She and Tom could now talk together, about the past and the present and the future, about life and love and sex; they were able to communicate, something they hadn't been able to really do all along, on a mental level as well as on a physical one. Tom's love for her was rekindled, grew into a raging fire . . . and her love for him was stronger, more inspired, than it had ever been.

Jill turned her face up to her husband's, and found Tom already dozing off She shook him gently, and then whispered to him gently.

"Come on, darling, let's go to bed. We've got to get some rest before tonight."

"Uhhhhh?" Tom grunted. "Oh yeah, to bed." He got up, taking Jill by the hand, and began to make his way toward the bedroom. "Are we going to take a little nap?"

Jill smiled, and squeezed her husband's hand tightly.

"That depends on you, darling."

* * *

The party began at 8:30. Jill and Tom had wakened at about 7:00, dressed, and made their way through the back garden to the Sommer's cottage. By 8:30, the entire group had assembled, and Jill looked around with some embarrassment at the other executives of Jamieson Advertising, and their wives. It struck her as odd, somehow, that they all looked completely normal that there was nothing to distinguish them as participants in this illicit and exciting society of group sex.

Of course, Jill had seen John Barnett before, at very close quarters. John's wife was named Laura, and she was a stunning beauty; tall, redheaded with huge, high breasts and slightly pouting lips. Jill wondered why John would ever have any need for other women, Laura Barnett was so incredibly attractive.

Besides themselves, the Sommers, and the Barnetts, there were two other couples present. Will Prescott, the first vice-president of Jamieson, was a tall, suave, sophisticated man in his late thirties, with the unmistakable expression of a man of the world. He was dressed expensively, as was his wife, Edie. Edie Prescott was blonde and slender, with tautly rounded breasts and a wide, full lipped mouth. Her hair flowed down onto her shoulders like spun gold, and her laugh had a musical quality that was contagious.

George Wellington was another account executive, but older than Tom. He had flashing green eyes that testified to his sharp wit and quick intellect. He was heavy set, with thick black hair, and he moved about sensuously like a cat about to pounce on his prey. His wife, Beth, was small and symmetrically proportioned, with beautifully rounded hips and pert, eye-catching breasts; her eyes were huge and mischievous, and her lips with a sensuous pink in the tanned hue of her face.

Jill liked both couples on sight, and as the evening progressed, her opinion of them grew by leaps and bounds. They were carefree and full of life, and knew how to have fun. She laughed a lot, as they did and as the others did . . . and she consumed a great deal of liquor. After awhile, the softly lit room seemed to whirl pleasantly, as if with a motion of its own;

she knew she was high, but the euphoric feeling was all too perfect to sober from. She kept right on drinking with the others.

There was a sudden shout from one end of the room, and Jill turned to locate the source of the yell. It had come from Harry Sommers, who was grinning and standing next to his wife Gay, his arm about her shoulders. "Can I have your attention, everybody?" she said. "All of you come over here and gather round. I've got a little surprise brewing for Tom and Jill Parker, the new members of our little group."

"You going to show them how it's done, Harry?" John Barnett shouted, and everyone in the room laughed.

"No, John old buddy," Harry shouted. "You are!"

Everyone turned laughingly to John, who was not in the least daunted.

"That's all right with me, Harry!" he yelled. "You just pick the lucky lady."

"Let's all get undressed first," suggested Beth Wellington, who by this time was quite tipsy. "You can't judge a book by its cover, you know."

Again everyone laughed, but was quiet as Jill spoke up.

"I'm sorry," she said apologetically, "But I don't understand what's going on."

Harry came over to her, and put his arm gently around her shoulder.

"It's nothing, Jill. This is just a little game we play with all of our new members. You might call it a kind of initiation rite." Everyone standing around laughed appreciatively.

Jill felt her heart pounding with trip hammer speed in her chest, and her wetly throbbing cunt was tingling with the beginning flow of her lubricating fluid. She knew that this game, whatever it was, could only lead to an evening of. . . what? She hadn't allowed her mind to really consider the potentialities inherent in a party like this, a party of swingers of the magnitude of Harry and Gay Sommers, for the simple reason that she might not have come if she had. There was still inside her vestiges of her old self, paled considerably by the emergence of the new Jill Parker, but nevertheless still alive and with a strong voice which only passion seemed to muffle. And so, knowing this, Jill had both unwittingly, and by a conscious effort put such considerations far back in her mind, refusing to dwell on them at all.

Now, however, the voice of her old self was growing loud and shrill in her brain, demanding to know what kind of lewd, carnal debaucheries she was allowing herself to be a part of, what new perverse activities the evening held in store for her. And yet, with the advent of that voice, there also came growing arousal . . . perhaps the weapon of the new Jill Parker

in order to combat and destroy what remained of the old. Her nipples hardened beneath her blouse (she did not have a bra on), and her warmly tingling cunt continued to flower with the juices of her passion. She caught her breath sharply, standing rigid and waiting for some further explanation.

"It's very simple, Jill," Harry continued. "It's a way to . . . well, to get everybody warmed up, so to speak."

"You don't have to get me warmed up," laughed Will Prescott. "I'm hotter'n a pistol right now.

"What we'll do," Harry continued, laughing, "is to all strip down, completely naked, and watch two of the older, wiser, and more .

experienced members of our little group perform for us."

Perform? The word chilled Jill to the very marrow. Did she have to watch two other people making love? Was this a part of it? Horrifying visions of her husband hunched between the spread legs of Gay Sommers came back to haunt her, and Jill trembled.

"Well, my friends, what do you say?" Harry stood patiently with a questioning look on his face.

Jill looked up at Tom, and found that he was nodding yes to her. She hesitated, and then, suddenly, it didn't matter anymore.

Why couldn't she? She was free now, wasn't she? She'd done most everything else, why should she draw the line now? And yes, she was becoming more and more aroused. . . her cunt was becoming more heated and her nipples were hard and she wanted and needed desperately to be fulfilled. The thought of it was exciting, why deny it? It was tremendously.

God, almost overwhelmingly exciting! The more she thought about it, the more thrilling it became

Jill looked up at Tom, and there passed between them a mute look of love and of conviction to go all the way, now that they had committed themselves. Both knew that the other was excited, and eager, and both respected that and wanted fulfillment and happiness for the other, knowing that they would be together afterward.

"Yes," Jill said slowly. "Yes, all right."

"Then we won't waste any more time," Harry said, and then turned laughingly to the rest of the group. "What's the matter? Everybody's still dressed!"

The next few seconds were ones of intense confusion, as almost every possible kind of masculine and feminine garment were hurled every which way. There were gleeful shouts and giggles and panting breaths, and Jill found herself tugging and pulling at her blouse and dress with fumbling eagerness. Tom was equally fumbling, but soon they stood completely naked, along with all the others.

"Well," John Barnett called to Harry, "Who's my lucky partner?"

"I am!"

It was Beth Wellington's voice. There were laughter and shouts, and a red-necked grin from John. His long throbbing cock was already hard as he stepped into the middle of the room to meet Beth. Her small, high proud breasts, with tiny ruby-red nipples almost as rigid as his cock, swayed ever so slightly as she moved unashamedly forward. They stood facing one another, grinning and Jill saw that the pale natural blondeness of the

woman's pubic hair was already glistening with the moisture of her arousal. Jill was breathing harshly by then, her mind awhirl with mounting and seething passion that rendered all else insignificant in her brain. Once more, the arousal of her burning desires effectively fended off the old Jill, bringing into even stronger prominence her free-spirited new being. She stole a glance around the circle, seeing that all of the men had powerful erections, including Tom, whose penis seemed to shudder with inner heat. Then her gaze, like the gazes of the others, fastened on the couple in the center of the circle.

"Well, Beth baby, it looks like you and me, doesn't it?" Barnett said.

Beth ran her hands sensuously up and down her smooth, pale-ivory, almost translucent flesh. She moistened her lips provocatively. "So it does, John," she said. "How do you want to do it? Your wish is my command.

"I'll lie on my back. You get on top."

"Whatever you say."

The others watched with passion-glazed eyes as the blond man lay prone on the floor with his cock standing straight up like some quivering battle standard. Beth Wellington moved to straddle him, her thighs clenching his waist, her petal like flowered cunt poised above his thick erection as she reached down to hold it steady. To Jill's eyes, the two blond people on the floor looked like perfect specimens of the Aryan race about to partake of a great pagan religious ceremony in some exquisite temple.

"Now, honey, now!" George Wellington suddenly shouted from the ring of faces. "Shove your cunt down on his cock right now!"

And Beth obeyed her husband's command, levering herself down hard to drive Barnett's long hard penis far up into her soft, warm vagina. She emitted a low wail of pleasure-pain, her face contorting with lust and little beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead. Barnett reached up to grasp her waist, raising her up so that just the head of his thick shaft of hot flesh was embedded in the stretched pink lips of her hair-fringed cunt .

then drove her down harshly as he flexed his buttocks off the rug in an upward thrust. Beth moaned again, her eyes squeezed tightly shut now and her mouth open in a mindless desire. Then, using her knees as leverage, she began to slide up and down John's wetly glistening penis with slow, expert strokes.

"That's it, Beth, that's it!" Will Prescott shouted with passion-crazed excitement, taking the hand of his wife, Edie, and placing it around his long, thick, blue-veined cock. "Ride that pecker, girl!"

"Ooooo, I wish that was me out there," Gay Sommers whispered heatedly.

"It will be, soon enough," Tom said, his voice hoarse with lust as he felt the intense lewd excitement which filled the room at that moment.

Edie Prescott released her husband's thick cock after giving it a wifely squeeze, and stepped over to Tom. She looked at him briefly, her

big sensuous breasts with their dark aureoles and rigid nipples were taut on her chest, then her eyes returned to the wildly undulating couple on the floor. But her hand dipped down, cupping the new male member's sperm-filled balls in her small palm and rubbing them gently. His arm went around her and found one firm breast and squeezed it possessively, his forefinger and thumb tweaking the nipple.

The other naked forms in the wife swap club were slipping down onto the floor now, never losing sight of Beth and John performing so lewdly before them. They were pairing off as they did so. Edie was with Tom, and Will Prescott went to where Gay Sommers was kneeling on the rug and began to rub his already palpitating cock along her right cheek and around across her wetly parted lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue came out reflexively to lick the hardened rod while her veiled eyes watched Beth and John. George Wellington gathered Laura Barnett into his arms, his outstretched right middle finger dipping between her slender, alabaster legs and entering the wet warmth of her vaginal tunnel while one of her long, tapered fingers curled around his body and found his anus. She toyed with it for a moment, then the nail flicked inside the tiny, puckered nether ring . . . then her finger to the first joint, then all the way to her palm as Wellington cried out at the same time in pain and rapture.

Harry Sommers crossed the floor to where Jill had sunk onto her right hip with her legs splayed out to the side, watching the whole carnal sight unfolding before her with mesmeric fascination. Harry held his slowly rising penis in his right hand, stroking it lightly as he sat down beside the beautiful young blonde. With his other hand, he found her succulent left breast and caressed it easily, familiarly, tweaking the nipple. Jill leaned against his hard-muscled body gratefully, the contact of his hand on her nakedly sensitive breast making her shudder, her throbbing wet vagina afire with seething, churning desire. God, she had never dreamed anything could be like this! She had never dreamed people were this base, this physical, to seek pleasure in such orgasmic manner . . . that an actual orgy such as this really could take place in modern society. But was it bad? Was it evil or wrong? No, no, not if it made you feel this way, if it kindled your emotional fires so white-hot that you thought you would go mad from the intensity and from the need for release!

She felt Harry's warmly moistened lips on her breast now, licking and suckling the nipple, then trailing down over her belly, pausing to flick into the creamy indentation of her navel before moving to her down-soft pubic triangle. She lay out full-length on her back, her legs opening in a lewd invitation; she knew that Harry was about to kiss her hungering cunt, and trembling violently with the expectancy of it, her head turned so that her eyes saw once again Barnett and Beth Wellington in the middle of the collapsed ring of naked flesh.

Beth rode John's hammering cock thrust far up into her belly as if it was a wild, untamable stallion and she a cowboy who never gave up. She

hurtled herself up and down his great shaft, her naked hips gyrating with fantastic speed, her hands kneading and manipulating her own breasts while his finger dug mercilessly into the soft ivory flesh of her flanks and grinding buttocks. Her long blonde tresses swirled like threads of golden silk around her flailing head, and she made little mewling sounds deep in her throat, totally abandoned now.

Will Prescott had raised Gay Sommers on her knees, facing away from him, and now he guided his trembling penis to the glistening, wetly waiting hole of her vagina, teasing the bloated cockhead inside her tender cuntal lips. Then, almost brutally, he levered forward to drive his lust-hardened shaft far into the belly of Harry's kneeling wife. She cried out in total submission and began buffeting back crazily against Prescott's pumping pelvis. His hands reached under to cup her full, swaying breasts and knead them as if they were the teats of contented dairy cow and he was the milker.

Redheaded Laura Barnett was lying facing the center of the ring, stretched full length on her side and George Wellington was stretched out behind her. One of his hands was caressing her full sensuous breasts the other, middle finger extended, was fucking rhythmically into her moistened little cunt. His great cock was jammed far up into the hot hidden depths of her straining rectum, and his loins worked feverishly as he pistoned into her while they watched his wife and John Barnett fucking less than three feet away...

Edie Prescott straddled Tom in the classic sixty-nine position, her legs splayed wide over his shoulders and her moist lipped, hair-fringed cunt was grinding frantically down over his sheened, eagerly working face and tongue. Her head and mouth were moving slavishly up and down his rigid cock, holding its base in one small, delicate hand as she sucked and licked him with little crooning sounds of delight. She used her other hand to stroke and manipulate his balls, squeezing the heavy scrotum convulsively but yet tenderly, while Tom had his fingers dipped into the darkened crevice of her perfectly formed buttocks to spread them and her naked cuntal slit wide for his insatiably licking tongue .

The pressure of the passion and lust building inside Jill was immense now as she saw, separately and in a montage-like blur, the carnal acts of the flesh which were being performed all around her. The nakedly fucking couples were in a circle around the man and wife in the center and she, Jill, was part of that circle! The heady, musky, overpowering scent of sex assailed her nostrils like an aphrodisiac, and the deliciously enticing moaning and wailing of desire filled her ears in an impossibly sweet symphony.

Yes, she thought mesmerically, I'm going to go mad, so mad, ifI don `t have an orgasm soon to release all these wondrous feelings tearing me apart inside. . . ! Oh God, Harry hurry and kiss my cunt, suck me into orgasm, hurry, hurry, hurrry!

But the experienced Harry Sommers took his time, his kisses circling all around the contracting, love-drenched hole of lust which was the young wife's now insatiable cunt. He trailed his fiery lips and tongue through her sweat-slick pubic hair and over the warm velvety surface of her inner thighs. Her hands wrapped tightly in his hair, trying to guide his head to her waiting furrow, but he resisted with a playful but fleeting nip at the throbbing bud of her blood-red clitoris . . . resisted only momentarily, for she began to cry out like a child in the throes of a terrible nightmare, again and again, and he realized her great need. When he did, he opened his mouth wide, and then ground his lips down hard on her satin-soft cunt petals with his long wet tongue worming far up into her moistly pungent vagina in the ultimate kiss.

"Oooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh hhhhhhhhhhh!"

screamed Jill in grateful surrender and excruciating bliss.

"~"

Her nakedly writhing body arched and bucked wildly under his searching tongue and mouth, and she lifted her legs high, locking her ankles back behind his neck and imprisoning his head between her trembling thighs. Her hips moved abandonedly in the motion of copulation, fucking up against his tongue faster and faster, fucking it wildly, her ass cheeks gyrating with impossible fervor. Her hands in his hair tried to push his head and his molten tongue deeper into her screaming cunt, as if attempting to make them one, or to consume them completely.

Harry lashed furiously into her moist trembling slit, his hands slipping up over her belly to her sensuously quivering young breasts, cupping and squeezing them almost brutally while his mouth and tongue continued the wet assault down between her widespread thighs. Then he located the quivering button of her clitoris, and she whined sharply with lust-pain as he took the tiny nerve-tip between his teeth, holding it there, and began to run the end of his tongue round and round it in continuous circles. Her head flailed in total subjugation from side to side, and Harry opened his mouth yet wider, moving his tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of her vagina once more. And again, he began to orally fuck her, harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding his hard, wet tongue up into her dilated clasping cuntal channel, listening to her frantic mewling, whimpering sounds of passion as he licked around the velvet-like inner walls of her hotly pulsating cunt.

Beth Wellington, in the middle of the lewdly copulating circle, seemed to be a dervish of motion as she fucked her wetly clasping cunt up and down the thick ramming penis of John Barnett below her. She was pinching her nipples painfully now to heighten the implacable desire in her loins, and her head was thrown back like a contortionist's with the muscles of her slim throat stretched taut. On either side of his hammering cock, Barnett was using his fingers to knead her soft wet vaginal flesh as she

rammed her burning pussy down harder on him. From their loud moans and frantic movements, it was obvious that it wouldn't be long for either of them...

The humping form of Will Prescott, fucking gleefully into Gay Sommers from behind seemed likewise a wild dervish of motion. His naked buttocks flashed with demon-like speed as he sent his lust-hardened cock crashing like a crowbar into the voluptuous woman's twisting cunt. He was shouting incoherently as he did so, and Gay buffeted back with practiced expertise and abandoned lust, reaching back to tickle and stroke the heavy sac of his cum-filled balls as they swung below. Over and over she kept repeating in a lust-constricted voice, "Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it Willllllllll!"

George Wellington's outstretched middle finger in the cunt of Laura Barnett, and his cock buried far into the velvet-heated depths of her tightly clasping bowels, seemed perfectly attuned as he fucked his long thickness into her rectum with rhythmic ease. Her eyes were glassy from the tremendous sensations overpowering her, and it was only moments before her climax hit. Every muscle and fiber in her sinuous body was working for that goal, working desperately for it, and her sweat-sheened, bucking form was a quivering mass of jiggling flesh as a result. Wellington's tongue kept flicking spasmodically into her ear, trailing saliva, as he, too, sought his release

The ovalled lips of the sixty-nining Edie Prescott were sending Tom on a roller coaster ride of rapture as she sawed with nibbling, licking grace the fleshy expanse of his lust-swollen cock. He heaved up in mindless captivation, thudding his loins mercilessly into her intense, sweet young face while his own mouth lapped the ambrosial juices of her tenderly, flowing cunt. His balls in her stroking, kneading hand were like two balloons filled to the bursting point, and that ultimate point was only seconds away.

Jill was crooning insensibly with animal pleasure now as Harry Sommers continued to mouth and tongue her sweating, liquid furrow. And then, as her nakedly churning buttocks jerked and spasmed beneath his plunging poker of a tongue, he drew the wet probe out and drew it licking downward to the tiny withered ring of her upturned anus. She sucked in her breath in a gulping, shuddering swallow, flinging her loins up at him as hard as she could as he brought. his tongue into seething wet contact with that forbidden opening, thrusting it into the tight, elastic little hole. Jill's entire body quivered uncontrollably, even more so than it had been beneath the overpowering assault, and her body was paroxysming furiously with torrent after torrent of sensual pleasure.

Harry licked and sucked and drove his tongue into her tightly clenched rectum, reveling in the abandoned gyrations of her lust-controlled body. Harder and harder he drove his wet, hard probe into her anal passage, tasting each pucker in its surface, his teeth scraping the smooth velvety surface of her buttocks and the moist, warm softness of her lusting

slit. Then, abruptly, he drew his tongue out of her rectum and returned his mouth to her saliva-drenched loins and the downy soft hairs fringing her pulsing cuntal lips. He mashed his lips down on them once again, resuming his labor there in tune to Jill's cries of mindless enrapturement .

And then, suddenly, an ear-piercing wail came from the contorted lips of the beautiful Beth Wellington. She seemed to freeze in midair as she knelt above the thick impaling rod of John Barnett, remain immobile with his great cudgel buried far up into her belly for a single instant . . . then she began to flash up and down his wetly glistening cock with disbelieving motions, screaming out: "I'm. . . I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cum.

cum. . . cummmmmmmmiiinnnnnngggggggg!"

"Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, meeeee t000000!" howled Barnett, heaving up to meet her every downstroke as the first hot needle-like spurts of his thick white sperm jetted into her tightly-gripping cunt, to mingle with the enveloping secretions of her orgasm and flow out around his wildly jerking rod. The fluid made pools of glistening wetness on his belly, and on the rug beneath his churning hips, and Beth almost squeezed blood from her own nipples in the mindless throes of her fantastic climax .

It was as if their cumming, displayed there so wantonly in the middle of them all, triggered the spiraling releases of the other madly undulating couples in the sex-hot room. Will Prescott emitted a low, almost mournful howl from behind Gay Sommers and began to ejaculate great streams of his billowing semen into Gay's waiting pussy; she in turn felt his massively exploding shaft ramming dog-fashion into her excited young cunt and then the fires of her own lust reached their apex and began to rage out of control. "Cum, cum, cum, cum," she urged Prescott needlessly, for he was emptying his testicles with incredible and inundating rapidity.

"Eeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Laura Barnett suddenly screamed as she reached, in one blinding instant, the orgasm she had been striving so hard for. Her body bucked and twisted and heaved against George Wellington's invading finger in her wetly convulsing pussy and cock in her wildly puckering rectum, and then his churning testicles were flooding her rectal passage with his burning hot seed and his finger was receiving the warm, sweet flow of her cuntal juices.

It was then that Edie Prescott's hot, soft, artistic little mouth and kneading hands took their toll on Tom Parker, and he moaned crazily as the first geyser of his cum erupted through his cock's glans eye and flooded deep into the back of her throat. "Suck it suckitttt!" he gurgled into her tender cunt, and he used his teeth and his tongue on her erect and throbbing clitoris to make her cum with him as she hungrily milked his balls of his sexual need. Her mouth bloated and contracted, and her Adam's Apple pumped madly to drink down every last drop of his delicious semen.

and then her eyes seemed to roll up in her head as her own climax hit with blinding intensity. Her hips flailed and churned down onto Tom's

contorted face, and they sucked and swallowed the fluids of one another's mutual and satisfying release.

Dimly, through desire-fogged ears, Jill heard the moans and wails and pants which designated the climaxes of the others involved in this fantastic group orgy. She writhed and squirmed beneath the insanely licking tongue of Harry Sommers. Her head continued to flail like a broken puppet's and she ground her naked loins up into his lusting face and tongue as if she wished with every essence to consume it there. The tremendous billows of her gathering orgasm were rising, rising, rising, almost there, almost cresting . . . almost . . . almost .

Harry reached below his questing face then, with his right hand, and found the sweat and saliva slick opening of her anus. He teased it a moment with the nail, then inserted the tip of his middle finger inside the quivering, contracting nether ring. Then, almost brutally, he rammed the entire finger up to his palm into the smooth brown passage, wiggling it around inside as he did so to feel every ridge within the depths of this innocent young wife whom he had so completely in two days subjugated and turned into a wantonly writhing woman who gave just as much as she received. Jill screamed with the sudden pain, the sudden pain that almost at once became intense ecstasy, and then . . . and then she came!

Her legs jackknifed straight up into the air, became as rigid as in rigor mortis, and a thin, almost half-human wail erupted from her throat. Her hands in Harry's hair drew him still deeper into her wetly open loins as her cuntal secretions began to flow from her widespread vagina, inundating Harry's face and tongue with sweetness, flowing down along her tortured rectum with his finger still buried there to pool in fragrant stickiness on the rug beneath their obscenely locked bodies. She screamed again, and again, still cumming, cumming, cumming.

Then at last, her legs lost their rigidity and splayed out wide and fell heavily onto the carpet. Her head rolled to one side with her eyes wide open, and breath spewed raggedly from between her wetly parted lips. Harry lifted himself onto his knees, grinning down at her, the juices of her orgasm making his face and mouth glisten in the room's soft light.

"Well, my dear Jill?" he asked softly. "How did you like that?"

"Oh . . . oh God, Harry . . ." she managed hoarsely. "It . . . it was beautiful. . . " She was still floating and drifting, and her descent from the heights was far from being complete. The impact of her cumming was still strong on her brain.

"And what do you think of your initiation rite?" asked Harry, pleased in spite of his knowledge of his own prowess.

"I . . . I liked it!"

"I thought you would, baby," Harry said. "And this is only the beginning, you know, of the evening's festivities."

Only the beginning, Jill thought drowsily, satiatedly. Only the beginning. Yes, this evening was going to be one of the most significant in

her life, for at its close the old Jill Parker would be dead and gone and long-buried. . . and the new Jill Parker would be forever inviolate.

Only the beginning.