Chapter 6
At the breakfast table the next morning, if a stranger had looked in on them, he'd have been certain they were all high on something. No one could just naturally be that happy, and not all of them at the same time.
The judgement would have been partly correct. Ellen, her son and their house guests were high on fucking. Though always a cheerful group at the meal table, this morning they were exuberant.
"Brent," said Paul, looking at him with a very sober expression on his face. "We have a serious situation here. There are five luscious, hot and sexy females here and only two of us. We're outnumbered two and a half to one. Very formidable odds. Do you think we can handle it?"
Brent thought for a moment, looked at Paul with just as serious an expression and replied, "Well . . . I think we should take a shot at it."
That seemed to be everyone's philosophy for living together after that.
Since the Todd family had been there for almost four weeks, it was decided that there would be a change in sleeping arrangements for the next four weeks. This was agreeable to all, so every night thereafter, Ellen went to bed with her brother-in-law Paul. Long before the four weeks were up, the inevitable happened. Ellen was so deeply in love with her sister's husband that she couldn't ever bear the thought of being without him. Her sister, Angie, was quite nice about it. She felt there was plenty of Paul for both of them.
During those four weeks, Ellen's son Brent slept with Angie, which is why she never once felt deprived of her husband. She had adequate compensation.
The three girls got their fucking from both males during the daytime. There was a new freedom now in the way they went about it. They didn't have to be secretive and sneak away somewhere to fuck. They did it when they pleased and where it suited them. If Brent was fucking Carol on the couch and the others wanted to watch, that was fine.
Ellen was quite pleased with the way things had worked out.
When life went on like this for several weeks and got to be routine, someone suggested a party, to liven things up a little.
"What kind of a party can we have?" asked Carol. "What would we do that we don't do now?"
"Yes," said Pamela. "What would be different about it?"
"Well for one thing," said Dorie, "what we need are three more cocks, to even things up. Then' we can switch around."
"Great for us," said Pamela, "but ho-hum for Dad and Brent."
"I see what you mean," said Carol. "If it was a swinging party and they ended up with one of us, it would be like getting your own wife to fuck, which you do anyway."
Angie laughed. "Crudely put, but all too true. At a swinger's party, a man wants to fuck his neighbor's wife, not his own."
"That's right," said Ellen. "We need say, two more coupVes after titfA, Vo %m out meu tete, a little variety in pussy."
"I've got an idea for the cocks," said Paul. "I know this guy where I work, Max Hatke. He's a widower and he has two teenage boys, Phil and Greg."
Brent and the girls all said they knew the boys, who went to the same high school and they all approved of them.
"But will the father bring them to a swinging party?" asked Ellen.
Paul grinned at her. "It won't be a swinging party until after they've been here for awhile and you girls pounce on them."
"Hey! There's the theme for the party," said Ellen. "Seduction. Since we're going to seduce this father and his two sons, we'll do the same for the two couples we invite. We'll invite two couples who aren't swingers and the game will be to see if Angie and I and the three girls, can get the two husbands away from their wives, while Paul and Brent see if they can get their cocks into the pussies of the two wives."
"Now that's a party!" cheered Paul.
"Yeah! I'm for that!" said Brent.
"You would be," said Pamela, sounding irritated. "You'd fuck every woman on this street and every girl in high school, if they'd let you!"
She bounced out ot the kitchen and upstairs. A moment later, Brent got up and went after her.
"What was that all about?" asked Paul.
"Haven't you noticed?" asked Angie. "Our daughter has a terrific crush on Ellen's son. It's not just plain ordinary everyday fucking with her. She's absolutely crazy about him."
"And jealous, it looks like," said Paul.
"Maybe. A little," said Angie.
"She's such a wonderful girl," said Ellen.
"I guess it really got involved when we changed our sleeping arrangements again," said Angie. "After I'd been sleeping with Brent those four weeks, then he and Pamela went to bed together every night since then ... I presume that's when it really got deep."
"Christ, he must have been really priming her, to make her feel that way," said Paul.
"You should talk, you thoughtless bastard," said Angie, not unkindly. "Ellen went to bed with you every night for a month and now she feels the same way about you as Pamela feels about Brent. Both Ellen and I are in love with you and do you care? Not a bit. You're just ungrateful, that's what you are."
"The hell I ami" replied Paul getting up from the table. He put his arms around both Ellen and Angie and hugged them. "Just because I'm not good with words, doesn't mean I don't have feelings about both of you. I've been giving you two a message with my cock, but you don't seem to get it."
Ellen laughed. "Haven't you been married to her long enough to know when Angie's pulling your leg?"
Paul glared at Angie. "Well, don't scare me like that!"
"Hey!" said Carol, sounding impatient. "Are you three going to stand there all day smooching, or are we going to plan this party?"
"There's nothing more to plan, dear," said Ellen, smiling at her. "It's set for next Saturday night. Angie and I will pick out two likely looking couples and Paul will invite Max and his two sons."
"What Ellen means," said Angie to Paul, "is that we're going to find two men that we both like and if you don't like their wives-tough shit!"
"There you go," said Paul. "Pulling my leg again."
Angie's hand moved down and Paul let out a yelp.
"That isn't your leg I'm pulling, dear," said Angie. "It's your cock!"
On Saturday Ellen, her son Brent and their house guests, sat down to an early supper. When it was over, they scurried around, got the dishes washed and put away, then had the kitchen neat and tidy a good two hours before Max Hatke and his two sons were due to arrive.
While Paul was at the bar, mixing drinks for Ellen, Angie and himself, young Brent got the party off to an early start by whisking Pamela off to his bedroom upstairs and having her all to himself.
Ellen knew he'd have been content to keep her there all night with him, and Pamela wasn't the least bit unhappy about that prospect either. But as far as Ellen was concerned, he and Pamela had wanted the party as much as anyone else, and they were going to hold up their end of it. They could go through their lovey-dovey routine after it was over.
"Okay, you two," when she rudely burst in on them. "You've been writhing, rolling and humping together for the better part of two hours. The guests will be starting to arrive shortly."
While Ellen was talking to the naked teenagers, Paul came into the bedroom and on seeing his delectable daughter spread out naked on the bed, his eyes lit up in a way that wasn't at all fatherly. Ellen could see right away that he wanted a little of that particular piece of action for himself.
"Brent, if I may make a suggestion," he said. "How about you getting your clothes on and going downstairs with your mother? I'd like to have a little talk with my daughter, before the guests get here."
Good naturedly Brent dressed and went out into the hall with Ellen. Before closing the bedroom door, Ellen took one last look and saw Paul, now naked, climb on the bed and put his prick up into Pamela's open waiting cunt.
An hour later Ellen saw Paul and his daughter coming down the stairs as she went to answer the chiming of the doorbell.
"You must be Max Hatke," she said, smiling at the pleasant, middle-aged man who was standing between two equally handsome teenage boys. "Come in."
As Ellen closed the door behind them, she saw the older boy, Phil, take one look at Pamela and from that moment on, he didn't see anything or anyone else. Paul lost no time in getting a drink into Max's hand, after he introduced him to Ellen and Angie.
Right after that, Clyde Ulmer and his sexy looking wife, Louise, arrived and Ellen led them into the living room where the others were and introduced them around, while Paul filled their hands with booze.
As the adults sat around with drinks in their hands, discussing politics, the shape the stock market was in and how crab grass was a bitch to get rid of, Ellen looked at Carol, Dorie and Pamela, then at the boys. Whatever was on their minds, it sure wasn't crab grass.
"Perhaps you girls would prefer to entertain the boys in the family room," Ellen said quietly to Carol, "where you can discuss something more thrilling than insecticides."
The girl was so thrilled at her suggestion, she gave Ellen a big hearty kiss. As soon as Dorie passed the invitation along to the Hatke boys, they were on their feet in a hurry.
Ellen could read her son like a book. He fully intended to grab Pamela and hold her protectively, perhaps even selfishly. But he was being introduced to the Ulmers and he couldn't get away fast enough. When he turned, the girls were leading the boys out of the living room and Brent and Ellen saw Phil's hand move onto Pamela's shapely ass. Brent looked a little upset.
Moments later, Joe and Vivian Warner arrived. The Warners, thinking this was a respectable neighborly get-together, brought their two teenage daughters along.
Both girls were lovely, but the older one, Eva, was a living doll. Brent had told Ellen how he had given the girl a quick feel in the hallway at high school. From the way the girl was staring at Brent, apparently Eva had a warm spot in her heart or elsewhere, for him ever since. Ellen saw him hurry the girl upstairs, undoubtedly to show her his collection of pornographic pictures and anything else she might want to look at.
Ellen didn't miss the fact that Paul was performing his bartending duties with one eye on the other Warner girl, Julie. As soon as he had everyone loaded up with booze, he grabbed Julie up before the teenage boys in the family room could find out she was there, and took her upstairs. Ellen knew he intended to steer her into one of the remaining bedrooms, fearful that they might soon be all occupied, if he didn't get the girl into one quick.
When they came down the stairs and back into the living room, an hour and a half later, Ellen took a good look at the girl. From the look on Julie's face, it was very evident she knew quite well now what kind of a party she was at and was eager for anything. She walked straight over to Max Hatke, sat down on his lap and gave him a hot, sexy kiss. Then she asked him if he'd like to go upstairs with her.
Ellen almost laughed, seeing how Max got up while trying not to be obvious about it, then followed the girl out of the room. Ellen glanced over at the girl's mother, fearful that Vivian Warner would hotly object, but the woman hadn't seen a thing. She was much too busy keeping an eye on her husband, Joe, whom Angie was encouraging to make advances to her.
When Ellen's son came down the stairs, a full two hours after he'd taken Eva Warner up them, the girl was clinging to his arm and on her face was the expression that every girl gets, when she has just found out that she's in love.
Ellen watched, her son lead her into the living room, seat her among the other guests, then excuse himself. Ellen knew where he was headed and she followed him. He was off to the family room, to see if Pamela was behaving herself. He didn't get that far. Pamela was on the carpeted floor of the dining room, under the table.
Phil Hatke was on top of her, driving his prick into her and having a merry old time. From the movements Pamela was making and the passionate words she was uttering, it was clear even to Brent, that she didn't want to be disturbed.
He walked back toward the living room with such haste, he almost knocked Ellen over.
"Girls are an unfaithful lot!" he told her miserably.
Ellen saw him go up the stairs two at a time and she decided he either had to go to the bathroom in a hurry, or he wanted to sulk. If it was the latter, she would give him a little time to himself, then she would go up and get him.
While Brent was upstairs, Eva was .momentarily alone. Ellen came back into the living room in time to see Paul come to the girl's rescue by pulling her down onto his lap and slipping his hand up between her warm thighs while they fondled and kissed each other.
Ellen glanced across the room to see how the girl's mother would take that. But by this time, the booze Vivian had consumed was blurring her senses. If she had noticed at all, maybe she didn't even realize it was her own daughter over there, getting her pussy fingered and felt.
With the exception of Eva, the party for awhile, had a very obvious division, Ellen noticed. The teenagers were in the family room, quite likely doing what comes naturally-and the adults were in the living room, wanting to do the same thing, but having to drown their inhibitions in alcohol first, before they could get on with it.
Then Eva sitting on Paul's lap, having had her pussy titillated by his fingers, was ready to go upstairs again. She and Paul got to their feet. With one arm around the girl, he reached out for Ellen and pulled her to him, then gave her a playful kiss.
"You're a wonderful hostess, Ellen," he said.
"Great party."
"You're not leaving?" Ellen teased.
"I'm taking this lovely creature upstairs, to see if there is still a bedroom vacant."
With that, he and Eva deserted the living room crowd for the fucking side of the party.
To Ellen it was then apparent that the living room party had a problem. It was possible that the guests might pass out from the alcohol before they got their courage up sufficiently for panties to come down and zippers to be undone. They might all bomb out before they got their clothes off and did something sexy.
Ellen had no sooner sat down in an easy chair to brood about how she could steer this group along on the path they were supposed to take, than suddenly the party got an unexpected push. Clyde Ulmer accidentally slopped a full glass of booze into the exposed cleavage of Vivian Warner's ample-sized tits. The low-cut dress she was wearing gave easy access to her enticingly* full, round tits, and Clyde, never one to let good booze go to waste, plunged his face into her cleavage in a frantic effort to lap it up.
"Ohhhhhhh, that tickles!" Vivian giggled and quickly assisted him by slipping down her shoulder straps and baring her body to her waist.
Clyde then dragged her down onto the carpeted floor and sucked on he gorgeous tits in earnest. Vivian wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight in case he might try to get away. While she giggled and shrieked merrily, she kicked up her legs, revealing to everyone in the room that she wasn't wearing panties.
Right at that moment, Ellen's son Brent came back into the room and got a look at a naked cunt he hadn't seen before. He lost all control, went down on his knees and buried his face in Vivian's humid pussy.
The lady's husband, Joe Warner, got very upset about all this and damned well intended to do something about it, especially about that kid lapping his wife's cunt. Ellen, seeing what was about to happen and eager to save her dear son's life, caught Joe's attention.
Without getting up from the easy chair, Ellen gave him the eye as she opened her legs, letting him know he could do the same to her, if he wanted to go after it. Joe wanted very much to do what was proper and rescue his wife, even if she didn't want to be rescued, but Ellen's luscious cunt was too good to pass up. He literally dived between her parted legs and thrust his face into her warm, moist pussy, and Ellen moaned happily with Joe's head bobbing up and down between her thighs.
"Oh, God, Joe-you're making me-ah!"
* Ellen couldn't help; it.:'She }had to let out that shriek, before she fell back limp in the chair, panting and gasping. Joe went right on chewing on her cunt.
She was vaguely aware that she wasn't the only one who needed to scream. On the floor at her feet, Vivian Warner writhed and wriggled, one hand clutching Clyde Ulmer's head to her jiggling tits. Her other hand held Brent's head securely on her cunt. To further entrap him, she wrapped her legs around him, pressing her warm, soft, inner thighs tightly against his ears.
"Oh, God!" she cried out. "I've never had it this good! Oh! Ah! Eei! Ah!"
As soon as she could summon the strength, Ellen grabbed Joe's head and lifted his face away from her cunt.
"Ood, Joe, where have you been hiding?" said Ellen. "If I had known there was someone like you in this neighborhood, who could eat pussy like that -Damn! There were times when I could have really used you!"
"Well, I'm here, baby," said Joe, giving her a big grin. "My wife isn't watching, so let's get on with it."
"Maybe later, Joe," said Ellen. "I'm the hostess. I have to see to it that all my guests are having a good time. Some of them are shy you know, like you are. But I'll bet Louise Ulmer oVer there, would appreciate a good cunt lapping. And now is a good time, since her husband is so busy mauling your wife's tits!"
Joe looked over at Louise, sitting beside Angie. "Yeah. She's a hell of a fine-looking woman."
With the courage that came from the booze he had downed, Joe scrambled across the room and knelt at Louise's feet. Without giving the lady even a clue as to what he was up to, Joe lifted her skirt up around her waist and discovered she was wearing panties. That didn't faze him in the slightest. He pulled them down from around her hips, dragging her ass out to the edge of the easy chair in the process.
The'next thing Louise knew, he had her legs up in the air and spread wide apart. Then he thrust his face onto her excited cunt like he was in a watermelon eating contest and pressed for time.
The frantic activity on the floor in front of the couch, caught Ellen's attention. Vivian Warner was going crazy. With Clyde Ulmer sucking on her tits and Brent gorging himself on her cunt, she was screaming her way through one orgasm after another.
Ellen could see that Clyde was getting a little frustrated. He obviously wanted to do more than suck tit all night. He wanted to fuck but he couldn't, because of Ellen's son between Vivian's legs, hogging her pussy. He raised his head from the woman's tits and looked around the room. Then he saw a glorious sight. That luscious looking Angie Todd was smiling at him and taking off her clothes.