Chapter 10
"I feel depressed," said Vicki.
"I always do after a rousing good fuck," said Mara, lounging back on the sofa like a contented feline.
"It's not that," said the blonde woman. "It's the whole scene. Eleanor felt the same way about the disco. We might get caught. What then?"
"Caught by our loving husbands?" snorted Mn. "What would they do? I'm not sure they have the balls to do anything any more, especially after today. God, was that young stud hung!"
"Do you want a divorce from Lea?" asked Eleanor, seeing what Vicki meant.
She had the same nagging feeling. While the fucking had been great, it was the very niceness of it that had added spice. What happened when they got into a rut with fucking all the neighborhood teenagers? Someone would find out. The kids couldn't be expected not to brag about it.
"Hell, no. He's a good provider. But he's a complete zero in bed. I just can't get him turned on anymore."
"But you don't want him to divorce you?" pressed Eleanor.
"No."
"Like I thought. We're in a bind. We love our husbands, in spite of the way they act-or don't act. Maybe we ought to concentrate on getting them fired up rather than just taking care of our own needs."
"I've tried that," said Cassie, "and it didn't amount to much. He got on, rode me for a while, came, then went to sleep. He didn't even bother rolling off. I had to push him over to his side of the bed. What a day!"
"We've done all we could individually. Maybe we should start working together. What happened with those two kids today shows we can work as a team. Why don't we do the same thing with our husbands?"
Eleanor had their attention now. Her mind raced as she formulated her erotic plans. The more she discussed them with her three friends, the more she thought that they might all be successful.
They planned a party for that night.
"I hate these goddamn parties," said Les, grinning at Mara. "Why did you have to drag me along? I have so much work to do, I'll never get caught up.
"A little rest and relaxation won't hurt you." The dark-haired woman uneasily glanced around the room, seeing her friends already there. The party didn't seem to be going too well. The women were bunched over at one side of the room while the men were knotted together by the liquor.
Les didn't answer. Re simply split off and went to join the other three men. Mara sighed and hastened to see what Eleanor had in mind now. After all, this party was her idea.
"Why do parties always break up into tiny clusters of men and women?" asked Vicki. "I've never figured that out."
"They didn't before you were married," said Eleanor. "Only after be was sure of you and the thrill of the chase wasn't there any more did he start leaving you to amuse yourself at parties."
"I guess so," admitted Vivid. "But what are we going to do? Frank hates these things. And he never tires of telling me so."
"He won't hate this one." Eleanor looked at her watch and smiled. "Everyone knows what they're supposed to do?"
Three other heads, nodded. They began drifting toward their husbands just as the lights went out.
"Hey! What the hell?"
"Goddamn power company!"
"Another blackout!"
"Where the fuck are the candles?"
Then there was a short silence, before incoherent babbling.
"Not here, you dumb bitch!" came one strong voice. "Can't you wait till we get home?"
Silence for a moment, then: "You re not oh, my God!"
Eleanor had been keeping her eyes closed as much of the time as possible to prepare for the sudden darkness. She had worked all afternoon fixing the lights in the room so they would all go out at a certain time. The brunette was already homing in on her target-Frank-when the lights went out. She wasn't momentarily blinded like the men were.
She saw exactly what she wanted and went for it. Dropping to her knees, she ran her fingers over his crotch, found his zipper and pulled it down. His limp prick came spilling out in her hot eager hands. She massaged his cock and produced the sudden angry outburst from the man.
When she popped the flaccid cock into her mouth, he realized that she wasn't Vicki. The surprise cause his prick to snap into a full-blown erection in a matter of seconds. Eleanor didn't know if Vicki went down on Frank or not, or if she used some unknown technique, but Frank had known instantly that he was being given a blowjob by someone other than his wife.
His cock tasted wonderful. The male-musk taste made Eleanor's head swim. She gobbled and licked and kissed and couldn't get enough. She even deep throated him, the rubbery tip of his cock bouncing off the roof of her mouth. The woman almost gagged as his huge-tipped prick surged past her tonsils and down into her tight throat. But she managed to keep her nose pressed firmly into his warm, fragrant bush.
She swallowed rapidly a few times, she backed off to get air into her tortured lungs. But she never allowed the cock to slide from her mouth. To her, it was a sacred relic to be cherished above all else.
The very idea of sucking off Vicki's husband had always turned her on. But she could never admit it, not even to herself. She wondered what sort of man could seduce and win and marry a woman as lovely as Vicki. Now she had a firsthand opportunity to find out.
So far, his prick was very nice. Since her own husband didn't allow her to give him head, it was even nicer. But Eleanor guessed there must be more to. Frank than she had discovered. Maybe he was really a great fucker.
She had to find out.
"Fuck me. Here.. . now. I want you so bad I could die!" she groaned, her lips kissing and caressing his prick between words.
"What the fuck's going on here?" he demanded.
The man looked around the now-darkened room and heard nothing but aroused sounds-carnal sounds, unmistakable sounds.
"Are you all out of your heads?"
"I want you fucking me, Frank. I want jo feel this huge prick of yours all the way up my cunt, fucking me, giving me all the pleasure I can stand."
She felt his cock pulse and jerk every time she said one of the forbidden words. This added to her own already great arousal. She didn't know if she could keep her passions in check much longer.
She bounced his balls on the palm of one hand while her other reached between his legs and gripped fiercely at a meaty asscheek. The man's ass was more firmly muscled than her own husband's. It made Eleanor's pussy cream in the most obscene manner possible. She had to have him fucking her.
She had to! The woman pulled insistently at Frank, dragging him down on top of her. She kept her mouth moving all over his cock and balls-licking, kissing, sucking and stimulating him in whatever way she could.
It worked. The man's resolve faded as he realized he had a horny and willing woman spreading her legs for him. So what if it wasn't his wife? So what if his wife was in the same room? The darkness gave a little anonymity. And wasn't that blonde bitch out there fucking one of the other guys, anyway?
He owed it to himself to see what Eleanor's pussy was like. Hadn't he thought about it enough? lust seeing her huge tits and wiggling ass was enough to give him a hard-on. But she was off limits because she was Jack's wife.
He couldn't be held responsible for something she made him do, could he? So what if he wanted to do it himself?
"Not like this," he said. "I want to fuck you like a bitch in heat. Get on your hands and knees. Now, damn it, now!"
Eleanor quickly obeyed. To be fucked like a dog-the words scared all the way to her brain. She felt her cunt beginning to convulse already. And he hadn't even stuffed that wonderful, long, hard prick in yet! She biked up her skirt and showed him the gleaming white moons of her ass. The brunette hadn't bothered to wear panties-none of the women had. The sight of those asscheeks thrusting back at his groin caused Frank's cock to stiffen even more. He couldn't remember when he'd felt this turned-on. Usually he was too tired, having worked long hours, playing politics in the office, fighting the traffic, worrying about gasoline shortages and being pissed that he would have to do the whole goddamn rat race over again the next day.
But this! He grabbed hold of her trim waist and immediately jockeyed for the proper position. He didn't have any trouble at all finding her pussy. She made sure he was right on target by resting the side of her face on the rug and reaching back between her legs to grab his prick.
"Goddamn, woman, you're gonna make me come too soon!" he complained.
The feelings generated in his balls by those questing fingers was almost more than he could stand.
"Use some of that iron control," mocked Eleanor. "I want this to be a good fuck, not something any teenager could give me."
She wondered if the man had an inkling at all that she had spent the afternoon fucking the neighborhood kids. She didn't think so.
The feel of his balls coming to a boil at her fingertips turned her on even more. She was doing it! And Vicki had said that nothing worked in getting Frank aroused. Eleanor would show them all! And she'd get a nice long fuck out of it.
"Spread those legs wider," die man commanded. "I have to get in, don't I?"
She silently obeyed, thrills of desire racing up her spine. She shoved her ass back into the curve of his groin and rubbed her smooth skin, against his hairy thighs. This was more than she had bargained for, Jack wouldn't fuck her like this-and it was one of her most cherished fantasies.
She wanted to be treated like an animal, to be mounted and fucked like a bitch in heat. Somehow, Frank had figured that out and was giving her everything she could possibly need. Her groping fingers worked over the hairy surface of his nut-sac and found the thick cylinder of his cock. Insistently, she pulled it toward her slobbering cunt.
"Go on and fuck me. Don't worry about foreplay. Goddamn, I'm hotter'n a pistol right now!"
"I'll say," the man groaned.
She had pulled the plum-tipped end of his cock between her cuntlips. The heat seething just inches away in the woman's cunthole threatened to melt his prick to a blob of protoplasm. But he wasn't going to complain. And he certainly wasn't going to spend the rest of the night just sitting there waiting for something to happen.
He made it happen. A swift forward motion of his hips sent his virile prick directly between the woman's cuntlips. His cock wasn't properly greased on the way in. Some friction mounted and threatened to bring them both off. He grunted and concentrated.
It was hard keeping back the fiery tide of his jism. Her fingers continued to play with his balls. His prick was buried to the hilt in a tight, impossibly hot cunt. The velvety smooth walls of her pussy threatened to mash him flat at any instant. He could only moan and rotate his hips, reveling in the divine feelings blasting through his cock.
"Shit," he grunted, "you're hot! I feel like I shoved my cock into a blast furnace. Shit!"
He arched his back and rammed his hips forward. His prick sank another inch up her cunt.
Eleanor almost passed out from the intense pleasure she was getting.
Every single inch of hi prick bucked and throbbed strongly against her cuntwalls. She felt her juice leaking around the thick plug of his cock and down the insides of her thighs. The tickling sensation only heightened her awareness of everything around her. His prick filled her totally, stretching her cuntwalls to the breaking point. The heat from that hard, long hunk of cockmeat built her own desires to the breaking point. Every single beat of his frenzied heart communicated itself to her through her delicate cuntal membranes.
And the brunette could open her eyes and see the dim figures of the others fucking like rabbits. She idly wondered who it was fucking her own husband. Vicki? She doubted it. Cassie? Maybe. If Mara had homed in on Jack, she counted the man as being lucky. Hot, horny Mara was both gorgeous and a good fuck. Eleanor could tell.
Her mind tried to figure out all the possible couplings from a group of four men and four women. The impact of the cock against her cervix rattled her teeth and took her thoughts away from all else but the hard fucking ahead of her.
"Fuck me good. Give it to me hard. I want you to ride me, ride me the best you've ever done!" she begged. "Even break it off in me if you have to. I need it so!"
"You . . . you're gonna get it."
The men's prick began a slow retreat from its tight berth in her cunt. She didn't want it leaving behind that hollowness. She had to stop him. Tightening her cunt-muscles produced a loud groan of pleasure from him. And for a second, she actually stopped his withdrawal. But this didn't last for long. He was stronger than her pussy-walls.
The woman's own fuck-juice also betrayed her. As she became more and more excited, her pussy frothed and. boiled and dribbled out the thick lubricating oil. His prick soaked them up and became slippery. With the power locked in his hips, he was able to pull entirely free of her cunt.
A loud sucking noise sounded as he broke free. The sound aroused the woman like nothing else ever had. She reached back between her legs and found his prick again. She pulled it to her cunt.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He fucked. His hips levered forward and sent his prick racing into her hot cunt-tunnel like a rocket sled on rails. She was suddenly filled with his virile, pulsating prick again. The woman couldn't handle the way her body was responding. The sensations were too intense.
She came.
Eleanor's entire body convulsed and she moaned and started shoving her hips back into the curve of his groin. They fit together like pieces of some erotic picture puzzle. She ground her ass constantly into his groin. She had to get as much of his cock inside-her pussy as possible.
The woman came again, feeling the thick arrowhead of his cockhead spread out even more. The man began corkscrewing in and out of her tightly clutching cunt until she was pushed over the brink of orgasm for still another time.
"More . . . give me more!"
She didn't know what she was saying. Her entire world spun crazily. The blood hammering in her temples made it almost impossible for her to hear. All she knew or cared about was the delight being generated in her pussy by that strong, powerfully fucking cock. She shoved her fingers at her cut, stroking up and down the tiny little spire of sensitive flesh. She got off again. The feelings of the mighty cock digging in and pulling out of her twat was nice. With the delights she produced in her guts by playing with her own cut, she got off repeatedly.
When the brunette thought she wasn't capable of any more response, her body surprised her. She had experienced more climaxes than she had in the previous month, and still the sexual tensions remained in her body. She wasn't drained yet.
The man fucked faster.
The friction of cock against pussy-walls burned her guts. The beat spread like a puddle of molten lead throughout her body, up her spine and exploded in a wild frenzy in her brain.
She came again.
Still the man continued his powerful, single-minded fucking. He drove his spike of hard cock in and out of her with the precision of a fucking machine. He seemed tireless. Through the sex haze in her mind, she wondered how Vicki had ever thought this man incapable of performing properly.
He was one hell oft stud! He was worlds better than Jack! Eleanor wanted the moment to last forever.
He fucked faster.
The increased friction started burning away her cuntjuice. She sobbed and moaned and actually bit the carpet in her mad desire. The passion reached another breaking point in her trim, tender body. With her wits swaying to and fro, her finger working hard at her own cut, she got off still one more time.
"You're crushing me flat. Or you're gonna melt me. Don't know which, but God, it's good!" Frank groaned.
His words turned her on. She was actually pleasuring a man she had been told was an iceberg.
Then she realized how well she had actually turned him on. She felt that wonderful cock begin to swell. The woman was certain it would rip her apart. His cock rushed in and out, the rhythm of fucking slowly turning ragged. She knew that he was losing control and would get his rocks off any second.
"NOOOO!" she screeched, wanting him to fuck more before he came.
It did her no good-a hot rush of jism filled her cunt. Eleanor gasped and together the pair rocked out a mutual orgasm.
When it was all over, Eleanor slid forward and lay face-down on the rug. Sweat poured from her forehead, and she tried to see what was going on in other parts of the room. The lewd sucking and squishing sounds told of mouths tilled with cocks and pussies filled with pricks.
"What's happened to us?" moaned Frank. "I can't believe I just fucked my best friend's wife. And Vicki! Where the hell is my wife?"
The man had just realized that if he were fucking a woman not his wife, then some other man had to be screwing his beautiful blonde woman. The sound of his voice told Eleanor that Frank didn't like the idea one little bit.
She-and all the women-might have some powerful convincing to do. But it had been worth it. Her warm, jizz-filled pussy told her that.