Chapter 8
Joanne placed the receiver of the phone back in its cradle. She got up from the chair and went back to her bedroom to take a quick shower and change clothes. She had hesitated to accept the invitation at first. The more Betty talked, though, the more curious the brunette became. She had known that Carl had a crush on her. She had known that for some time. To have his wife make the proposition was a new approach. At least it was a new approach to Joanne. She shrugged her shoulders at her own ignorance. Perhaps in the life-style Carl and Betty had embraced it was a perfectly natural way to go about it.
Joanne could not imagine herself finding a woman for Bob. She no longer objected to Bob's affair with the little blonde at the shop. She didn't really mind his fucking the tall, busty waitress from the Holiday Inn, as the latest gossip suggested. He could have as many women as he liked as long as he performed with her as he had been lately. Of course he would also have to accept her rights to fuck whatever men she pleased. Bob didn't know that he was operating under those conditions yet. At some point she would have to make that clear to him.
The brunette laughed as she imagined how he would react. Bob would be shocked, wouldn't he? He had always complained because she was too proper, too tight. He didn't realize that her tightness was just her pent-up emotion. What she had needed all along was a few good fucks. Now that she was getting all she needed, she was able to turn him on in bed. The man would have to accept that. He'd just have to agree to it.
She stood in the shower, enjoying the way the water sprayed about her body and ran down between her tits into the black hair of her cunt. Joanne smiled, remembering the scene with her son. The boy had learned an awful lot from Betty. He was certainly better at it than his father. She tingled all over again, remembering the way he played his young prick about her cunt. Joanne stroked into her pussy as she closed her eyes and remembered the delicious feeling of her son's cock.
She had been surprised to learn that he and Denni had done some experimentation of their own. The brunette had flared at the mention of his fucking his sister, then had to admit that if he and his mother could screw she couldn't object to the other. Joanne admitted to herself that she was caught in the web of passion which had.suddenly surrounded her life. No one would understand her, except for Betty, but it was sure a hell of a lot of fun. It beat the continual frustration she had lived under for so many years.
Joanne stepped from the shower and toweled off quickly. She walked to her dressing room and stepped into her thinest panties. She decided to go braless and selected a dress which would emphasize her dimensions yet still give a tiny bit of support to her huge breasts. She posed before her mirror and smiled her satisfaction at the image, then ran lightly out to her car and drove to Betty's.
"Now we can have a real party!" Betty cried as Joanne stepped inside the Sandifer house. "I was getting awfully tired of being the only pussy around."
Carl came up behind his wife and beamed as he saw Joanne. He stepped around the redhead and took Joanne in his arm, guiding her back to the porch. His hand cupped a tit as they walked, bouncing it lightly with their movements.
"Damn, but you have a build on you," he muttered, giving the tit a firm squeeze as he looked directly down the neckline of her dress.
Joanne felt his hand tremble in anticipation as it caught her nipple playfully. She put an arm around his waist and pressed the matching tit into his side. She could see the massive bulge in his groin as he led her to the small bar.
"Name it," he said. "Whatever you like as long as you want a martini."
"How'd you ever guess?" She was relieved not to have to face whatever the concoction had been Jimmy provided her a few days before. She took the glass as he poured from a pitcher.
"You going to just ignore me today?" the teenager asked from the end of the couch.
Joanne turned and smiled into the freckled face. She stepped to him and tiptoed up as he stood. She kissed him firmly on his lips and let his tongue sip briefly into her mouth.
"Your dad wasn't giving me much chance to speak to anyone," she apologized, sitting beside him on the couch.
Betty stepped back to the porch and checked the tapes on the stereo before finding her drink and sitting in a lounge chair facing them. Carl remained standing beside the bar, his eyes never leaving the curve of Joanne's tits in the light summer dress.
"Just keep your cock in your pants over there," the man remarked dryly to his son. "You've already tasted that tail. This afternoon is my turn. I'm mad enough at you about that as it is. Here I've been getting the hots for Joanne all these years I've known her and my son gets into her panties before I do."
"Here, now!" Betty interceded. "No fights over another woman. Our big-boobed little friend has plenty for everybody. Right, Joanne?"
The brunette nodded thankfully and smiled at her friend. She certainly wanted no argument going on. She didn't want to be fucked by an angry man, whichever he might be. After all, Betty had recruited her for Carl. And the man was correct. Jimmy had already fucked her once. She was anxious for another toss with the boy, but this afternoon she was here as his father's partner.
"Sorry," the boy apologized. He patted Joanne's thighs, letting his fingers slip across her groin, and smiled his willingness to wait his turn.
"Now that we've passed that hurdle," the redhead said, "I think it's time we got on with our little afternoon orgy."
"Thought we'd never get around to it," her husband said as he stepped toward the couch and caught Joanne's hands.
He pulled her to her feet and caught her about the waist, lifting her from the floor and whirling her about happily. The brunette was amazed at the strength Carl had in such a slender body. Bob could toss her around like this, but her husband had an extra fifty pounds on Carl.
"Hey!" she laughed. "Don't wear yourself out. Save some of that energy for the bedroom."
The sandy-haired man laughed louder and tossed her more vigorously. He caught her with his hands on her waist, just above her hips, and lifted her straight into the air, then let her go and caught her beneath her ass and shoulders as she came down.
"I was a professional dancer years back," he explained. "I used to make my living tossing pretty girls around. I have to confess, though, that I never tossed as exciting a set of tits and ass as this."
He emphasized his point by burying his face in her tits and letting the hand that was beneath her ass twist into her pussy. Joanne hugged herself against him as he walked with her through the house and into the master bedroom. The brunette shivered as she saw the huge bed. She had been in Betty's bedroom on numerous occasions and had always been fascinated by the bed. This was far larger than a king-size. The redhead had told her they had it specially made. Betty called it her "playground". Now Joanne felt herself being tossed lightly onto the "playground" as she heard the laughing voices of Jimmy and Betty following them into the room.
Carl reached over and sat her up so he could unzip her dress and strip it down over her waist and hips. His eyes showed their appreciation as he looked at her naked tits. He motioned for her to complete the removal of the dress while he slipped quickly out of his clothes. He stood before her, his slender cock upright and waving. He waited for her to slide the panties over her hips and down her thighs, then sat beside her on the massive mattress.
"Wow!" he breathed as he took a tit in each hand and began to fondle them slowly and sensuously. "What a pair of tits!"
Carl cupped her tits gently, his fingers working them slowly and sensuously around. The brunette felt them swell outward in response to the massage. Her breath was coming in short gasps as his hands finally began to move beneath the heaving breasts. She watched his cock tremble in delight and reached out to take hold of the inviting shaft.
"Not too fasti" Carl warned her. "Don't build me up too fast. After all these years of waiting to get my hands on your body, I don't want to just hop on you and bang away."
She smiled her delight at his approach and lingered his cock as gently as he was massaging her tits. This was going to be a good fuck. She had no doubts about that. If he kept this up, he'd have her a raving maniac before he even began playing with her pussy. She shivered in anticipation of a beautiful fuck from a master.
"Son," Carl told Jimmy, "you watch this and take a lesson from your old man. You may think all it takes is a long cock to satisfy a woman. Sometimes that's all you need. Sometimes though you can get a better piece of ass if you use a little patience. You can also have more to remember afterwards. First, you want to work on the tits. Don't be rough with them at first. Start with a slow, easy massage like this."
"Here," Betty told her son, "don't just stand there gaping. I've got a pair of tits. Practice on me. Get me lathered up while your dad is working on Joanne. Then we can all fuck together."
The brunette watched the boy begin to imitate his father's movements. Betty's face showed the same slow build-up of ecstasy that Joanne was feeling. Her tits were warming under their treatment. They felt lighter and lighter. They began to feel as though they were not really attached to her body. They were now soft puffs of pleasure, floating in the air. She sighed deeply, feeling the rosy glow of her tits being lifted as though by a delicate breeze.
"Mmmmmmmm," she cooed. "You do know how to touch a tit. I never had them feel so good before."
"We've only begun to teach you about feeling," Carl told her.
His fingers kept working lightly on her tits. They brushed across her nipples, barely touching her as they teased over the areolas. Joanne kept trying to lean forward and lay a tit more firmly into his hand. Carl anticipated her every time and drew his fingers back.
"You can tell when they're worked up," he told Jimmy, "after a little practice. Watch the way Joanne breathes. Watch the way her tits jump at me. Watch the sensitivity in her nipples. Right, Joanne?"
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned, aching for him to touch her roughly. "Mmmmm. They feel so good. They want to be grabbed and twisted and mashed and mangled."
"That means it's time to leave them," he announced. "I'll get back to them later. Now we'll let them glow while we get the rest of her body ready to be fucked."
He pushed Joanne gently back onto the bed and leaned over her. He lightly kissed the very tips of her nipples, then began to move his fingers over her waist. He worked with only the tips of his fingers, stroking lightly and rapidly along her waist and hips until her body began to glow and pulse from the excitement. The little brunette writhed in tormented delight while his magic fingers came across her flat tummy and worked around her navel.
Joanne could hear the rapid pants of Betty as her body experienced the same blazing desire. Every fiber of Joanne's body was coming alive. Every inch of her skin seemed to be more alert and sensitive than she would have dreamed possible.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she cried, rolling back and forth in her delicious agony. "Ohhhhhh, you're driving me mad! You're sending me right up the wall!"
"But your body is responding to every touch, isn't it? You feel even the lightest touch of my fingertips."
"Oh God, yes!" she panted. "Please! I'want you to stop and fuck me! I want you to keep on with this, too! I don't know what I want! I'm all on fire, inside and out!"
"That's my girl!" he congratulated her. "When we do fuck, you'll have the bailing of your life. I promise that."
His fingers roamed down her hips to her thighs. She shivered and pulsed about the bed as he traced the outside of her legs, then began to finger back up the inside. Joanne began to gasp for breath as the taunting fingers reached the insides of her thighs. She shook wildly in anticipation of his getting to her pussy. She heard the deeper gasps which came from Betty and reached over to clasp the redhead's hand. They squeezed their fingers together tightly as the father and son brought ripples of passion along their thighs.
"My pussy!" Betty cried. "Get to my pussy before I go crazy! Oh please! Please! I want you to stroke my pussy!"
Joanne felt the same wild desire. Her cunt was flowing as it pulsed in anticipation. She panted and rolled on the bed, praying for Carl to come on up her thighs and touch her pussy. She might explode if he did, but she was sure to explode if he did not. She held tightly to Betty's hand and trembled as Carl's fingers played over her cunt hairs.
"That sweet little pussy is already sweating," he told her softly. "Your cunt hair is wet from excitement. Don't panic. We're almost ready. Just have to work on your cunt a moment or two."
"Ooooooohhhnhhh!" she squealed loudly as he touched the lips of her pussy. "Oooooohhhhhhh, I can't stand it! I'll die unless you fuck me! I'll absolutely die!"
Carl laughed at her frantic appeal and continued his slow, sensual finger massage. He awakened her cunt to the same exquisite sensitivity as her tits. Her passage pulsed and contracted madly, crazed for the feel of a man's cock inside. Joanne feared she would lose her breath from her exploding, panting desire. The room was whirling about her. Her body was floating somewhere in the air over the bed. She was a soaring, reeling mass of fiery passion as his finger left her cunt.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" she cried. "Fuck me, damn it! Fuck me!"
His hands came back to her tits. This time he cupped them with his entire hand. He pressed her breasts into her chest as he climbed over her. Joanne reached for his cock. This time he let her grasp it roughly. She pumped the heated rod madly. She fingered the swollen head and stroked his balls. She hunched her cunt toward him and guided the cock between its lips.
"Ooooooo," she sighed in relief as the head slipped easily through and rubbed over her clit. "Ooooooo, at last! At last, Carl! Come on! fuck me until I cry!"
He drove his cock in slow, steady movements. Her sensitized pussy responded immediately. Joanne gasped as her orgasm flooded through her body. She hunched and pulsed in the wild excitement gripping her. Her cunt felt every movement of the prick. Her tits felt every move of his fingers. She fucked him frantically as she soared off in a powerful climax. Sparks shot off all around her and inside her. She felt nothing except the steady plunging of the cock and the firm pressure of his hands on her tits.
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried out, wrapping her legs around as he fucked her. "Ohhhhhh, this is beautiful! This is fantastic!"
He kept up his deep, firm thrusts as she came through her orgasm. He held her lovingly and did not relax his fucking in the least. His hands pulled at her tits more sensuously, then reached down to lift her legs up over his back, exposing her pussy to deeper thrusts.
"Now we begin the real fuck," he chuckled to her. "Now we get to the real fun."
The brunette relaxed for a few seconds, closing her eyes and riding softly with his deep cock strokes. Before she realized it she was rising to another climax. Her pussy renewed its pulsing spasms around the long cock. Her tits burned with more desire than ever. She felt her breath beginning to come in pants. Carl kept up the maddeningly steady plunges of his cock.
Joanne determined to drive him into a frenzy equaling her own. This time she would not let him get away with fucking her so calmly while she was going crazy in an orgasm. She reached around his ass, then drew her hand back and slipped it between their legs. She caught his balls as they slapped against her ass and began to fondle them. She teased with the same light touch he had used to drive her into such ecstasy.
"Hey!" he cried to her. "You're trying to tease me, little fox!"
She blew him a kiss, then parted her lips for his mouth to come down on them. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and drew his breath from him as she felt him respond to the teasing play of her fingers. She twisted her pussy to increase the friction on the driving cock. Joanne felt his body throb in union with her. She increased her teasing until she heard his gasp for breath.
"Now, damn it!" she cried out. "Fill me! Unload that cock in me before my pussy bites it off!"
"You called it!" he panted, his body jumping into sudden frantic intensity.
He slammed against her as he drove his cock wildly into her cunt. He twisted her tits and raked his tongue in her mouth. His cock heated up inside her, then spewed hot cum into her trembling cunt.
"Ahhhhhh!" he cried out as he unloaded his jism. "Ahhhhh! What a fantastic fuck! What a sweet piece of pussy!"
The couple beside them thrashed as wildly as they. Joanne and Betty entwined their fingers more tightly as the two women ecstatically received the cum of their men. They throbbed and thrashed, rolled and twisted through their frantic orgasms.
"That's what I call an orgy," Betty panted in breathless delight as they calmed themselves. "That's how to work up a real fuck."
Joanne smiled over at her. She was too out of breath to answer. She could only smile as she held Carl's slowly pulsing shaft in her pussy. This was the way to fuck. Careful preparation made it all the more exciting. She'd have to work with Bobby on this. Eventually she might be able to get Bob himself to try such a slow approach.
The thought brought a deeper anticipation. Some day, if she were able to bring it about, she'd like to duplicate this fuck. That time she would have Bob in her pussy and Denni and Bobby beside her. That would be worth planning for, worth working for.