Chapter 1
Six suburban lovelies met once a week for fucking and sucking-
Fucking and sucking each other, that is!
Only this week, things were different.
This week, only five lovely ladies met.
The meeting was held at Paula's, this fine spring Thursday morning. The sky was blue, the air was crisp, clear.
Inside Paula's house, though, things were getting a bit steamy.
At first glance, the group would have seemed the same as any one of thousands of similar kaffeeklatsches being held in fine white upright suburbs the length and breadth of this great nation of ours.
In fact, the coffee was served, in fine white china cups held on scalloped saucers, while sweet pastries lay at hand.
And even sweeter treats lurked between the ladies rounded thighs.
Paula, this week's hostess, was a fine-boned WASP matron, with little matronly about her good looks, her attractive figure.
Paula's fine-spun, ash-blonde hair was elegantly coiffed. She was tall, tanned, athletic, with a fine full bust, trim belly, long legs.
Gail was Paula's younger sister.
Paula was in her mid-forties; Gail, some ten years younger.
Gail lived some miles away, but she had stayed the night with her older sister. Gail, like Paula, was married.
Paula sipped her coffee, her eyes unfocused, her mind thoughtful.
Gail visited a great deal. The two of them, Gail and Paula, had always been as close as, well, sisters.
And a good deal closer than that!
Now, both sisters were respectable married women and mothers.
Paula had two big sons, one in college, the other in high school. Gail had two youngsters, a little boy and a girl.
Last night, Gail had slept in the guest room while Paula slept with her husband.
In the night, in the dark, Royce had reached for Paula.
Royce was her husband.
He was a fine figure of a man in his late forties. He was a handsome man, a good husband and provider, a wonderful father.
Paula loved him but her husband was not the great love of her love.
No man could be that!
Last night they lay in bed, Royce and Paula, in the dark. Both lay awake.
Paula wore a white nightie. Royce wore a pair of pajama bottoms.
He slipped close to her, pressing his body to her.
Paula lay with her back to him. The nightie was pulled taut across her wide ripe bottom, outlining it.
Paula lay on her side, legs together, knees bent.
Royce molded his form to hers.
His maleness, the soft basket of his genitals, pressed her rear through her nightie and his pajama bottoms.
His bare arm reached around her, his hand fastened on her breast.
His hand cupped the breast, the lush mound straining the sleek fabric of the satiny cup of fabric which contained it.
Paula lay awake in the dimness.
Royce stroked her fine warm heavy breast through the cup. He rubbed his hand over the tops of her breasts, bare where they emerged from the cups.
He reached for her nipple.
It was a fat button pressing taut fabric. He rubbed it.
His movements grew more certain, more practiced. Kneading her breasts through her gown, his groin pressed her rear.
The soft bulge of his genitals wasn't so soft any more.
Something fat and stiff pressed shimmering satin where it was stretched taut across the rounded globes of her rear.
Royce was hard.
Oh, Christ! Paula thought.
She remained motionless. Perhaps if he thought she was asleep, he would lose his desire for her ... not-likely, though.
His hand squeezed a breast. He slipped his fingers between the cup and her breast, touching bare skin.
The cups were tight. When he put his fingers inside, it stretched the fabric, causing it to press into soft bosom flesh.
He pinched her nipple, squeezed.
He rubbed his hard-on against her ass.
Blankets, sheets rustled. Cloth whispered as his penis in pajamas stroked her ass in its slinky gown.
He moved back. His hand closed on her bare smooth shoulder, rolling her over on her back, tugging down her gown's straps.
The straps slid to the middle of Paula's arms. That freed enough fabric for him to pull the cups off her breasts.
Bared, Paula's tits were full, ripe mounds.
Royce pressed his head to them, nuzzling them, moaning softly, as if transported to new realms of erotic delight by the mere touch of tit flesh.
His hands fastened on both tits, kneading, squeezing.
Then his mouth fell on her tits, kissing, licking-
Slobbering all over them, like the disgusting male pig he was!
That ALL men were!
Royce sucked her nipple between his lips, chewed. His hand covered her crotch, feeling through folds of fabric for her pussy.
He rubbed her through the gown. His squirming fingers lifted up her dress, raising it over her legs.
She put her hands on his shoulders, spoke: "Royce! Don't . ... "
"Why not?" he growled. "Gail Jeff!"
"They're both asleep," Royce said, still lifting.
Her gown's skirt was bunched up at her waist now, exposing Paula's tall trim wide-hipped long legged physique.
A pair of pale blue silk panties stretched across her hips.
Thin panties, molded to her sweet flesh.
Royce rubbed her pussy through her panties.
Perhaps he fancied his touch with a woman sure, knowing ... skilled.
Paula knew him for the awkward, clumsy fool he was.
His fingers pressed a fold of the panty crotch into her slit, between the lips.
"They won't hear! We'll be quiet," Royce said. "They won't hear!"
He pulled down her panties.
Paula was lithe, athletic, body tanned from swimming, from hours of tennis at the club, from riding.
Her bush was brown, a reddish-brown, now a patch of inky fur in the lack of color present in this gray night room.
Her pussy was exquisitely shaped, a flower of flesh.
Royce's fingers pressed and prodded that flesh. He thought he was getting her hot, but his touch was inexpert.
His fingertip entered her. He worked it deeper, but she was still very dry.
Paula was cynical. Of all the nights to pick, he would pick this night, when Gail was here.
Royce and Paula were fine, fit and healthy, but they made love infrequently, at least, with each other.
Paula was sure he had experienced lust not so much because he wanted to fuck his wife, but because his erotic fires had been sparked by Gail's visit.
Paula knew her husband lusted after her sister. Men were that way!
Of course, who wouldn't lust for Gail, with her striking face and her figure of passion? Men and women both desired her.
Paula knew her husband. He was probably fantasizing right this instant that it was not his wife but her sister that he fucked.
Not Paula's, but Gail's panties which he pulled down not Paula's but Gail's slitted pussy he was fingering.
Perhaps he hoped he would someday score with Gail-
Hah!
If Royce ever suspected one-tenth of the true contempt Gail felt for him, it would curl his hair ... what there was left of it.
And Gail wasn't even a man-hater.
Paula didn't exactly hate the male sex. She despised them, but in a way, they were just too contemptible to waste hate on.
Except for the bastard who had raped her when she was attending adult education night courses in the city-
But that was another story.
Yes, Paula despised men. Her sister was different.
Gail came from a different generation, a different mindset.
Gail was bi-sexual. She desired men and woman alike, so long as they appealed to her erotic imagine.
(Still, Paula liked to believe that Gail held her in special regard after all, it was Paula who had introduced her younger sister to lesbian thrills, so very long ago. They had been lovers ever since.)
But, though she liked and could lust for men, Paula's husband was one male whom Gail most emphatically did not care for.
That knowledge pleased Paula.
It especially pleased her now, now that his finger pumped back and forth in her pussy, seeking to coax forth moisture.
Still, Paula knew that now that Royce had initiated sexual contact, he would not stop his demands until he got what he wanted.
Better to get him off now, instead of having to go through with the whole thing, Paula thought to herself.
She put her questing hands on his cock.
His hard penis lifted the front of his pajama bottoms. A big fat knobbed rod of flesh with a wide, uncircumcised head.
In the darkness, Paula scowled with revulsion but Royce couldn't see, of course.
He moaned as she rubbed him through his trousers.
Paula knew how to work her husband. Feed him what his ego craved!
She put her mouth close to his head, passionately (or at least with the semblance of passion) murmuring, as if amazed and delighted:
"Oh, God, honey, it's so big!"
"You bet!"
His leer sounded in his voice ... the bastard.
He moaned when she rubbed him through his pajama bottoms. Too bad she couldn't get him off with just a hand-job.
That would be convenient!
Unlikely, though. That technique had worked for Paula close to two decades ago, when Royce courted her.
More than once, she had eased his importune demands, by stroking his penis, either through his pants or nakedly exposed.
Stroking him to orgasm!
Allowing her to gracefully evade his desire for greater intimacy, while not losing his interest in her.
Nice and simple, that way!
But those were days of girlhood. She was married now and she had to work harder.
Still, with luck, she could avoid a fucking ...
"Ooh, it feels so big so stiff!"
Paula hoped she wasn't laying it on too thick. But one could never lay it on thick enough for these thickheaded male egotists.
"Let me hold it in my hand, Royce!"
He pulled down his pajama bottoms.
His club of flesh flopped down in her hands. He was big and hung.
He might have made some other woman very happy in bed, thought Paula. Perhaps he was doing just that, without her knowing it.
Did Royce have affairs?
She suspected he did. She hoped he did-that would give her more time to follow up her own passions of the flesh.
"I want that big fat cock in my mouth, honey," she simpered. "I want to suck it!"
"Ummmm, yeah, that sounds good!"
"But we have to be real quiet I'd be so embarrassed if Gail or Jeff heard us while we were doing it!"
"Gail knows where it's at, and Jeff's a big boy now!"
"Well, it just makes me uncomfortable, that's all!"
"Honey, you worry too much!"
But he was hot for getting sucked off, she knew it had turned him on.
His hands were on her shoulders, not stroking now, but pushing, pushing down, guiding her head under the covers-
To his cock.
Her gown flopped down in front now, freed from both breasts. Blankets, sheets lifted as she slid deeper under cover.
Below the sheets and blankets it was warm, cozy.
Royce lay on his back, pajama pants down at his ankles, stiff cock jerking.
She straddled his legs. Her body was too cramped under the blankets to suck him off properly.
She pulled back the sheets and blankets. It was cooler. She could see in the dimness.
Royce was a dark male outline on a pale white fuzzy square of bed.
Paula took hold of his cock-
Nasty thing!
But she was skilled at pretending passion which she never felt for him.
She kneaded and rolled his penis in her hand. Its skin was smooth and warm. But those fat throbbing veins were rather repellent.
And those hairy, swollen balls disgusting!
Still, it would be neater and cleaner for her to suck him off than to have to spread her legs to take him inside.
Not to mention having to hold a load of his filthy semen in her precious pussy!
"Urnmmmm," Paula moaned, "I want to rub it on my face!"
"Ahhhhhh! Ummmmm ... yeah!"
Paula held the penis upright and nuzzled it. She was on her knees with her legs folded and her head forward.
Without the coverings of the blankets, she felt vulnerable, exposed.
Royce propped himself up on his elbows. He reached for her bare breasts.
He squeezed them, pinched the nipples to stiffness.
But it was a strain for him to hold himself up at that angle, and so he flopped down on his back, while the nuzzling continued.
Paula's face was moist from planting sticky wet kisses up and down the shaft.
She stuck out her tongue, licked.
The penis throbbed with a blind brute force which was frightening.
Her fingers cupped his balls, toyed with them.
"Put it in your mouth!" Royce hissed. "Ummmmm!"
Hating the cock, hating him, Paula licked her lips, parted them.
Put them over the head of the cock. "Ah!"
Royce moaned loudly, too loudly.
Paula guessed what he was up to he was probably showing off for Gail, hoping she was awake to hear the noises from the bedroom.
Hah! If he only knew what went on in that bedroom when he wasn't around!
Paula's mouth was stretched by the wide fat cock.
His cock was uncircumcised. Paula hated that, hated the nasty foreskin which she had to peel back to uncover the bullet-headed glans.
She rubbed the cock head against the roof of her mouth.
Royce's squirmings increased, as did his moans.
His hands were on her head, pushing it down to meet his cock.
She tilted her head and took some more of the staff. She pushed her head up and down, gliding her mouth back and forth on the meat.
The meant.
That's all the cock was, a piece of meat a meaty slab, fucking her face.
But she had to at least pretend passion. Otherwise, Royce's morning sulkiness and resentment would be quite unbearable!
Well, it wouldn't take long to get him off-it never did ...
His penis was now greased by her saliva. Her head bobbed up and down on his pole. Each stroke seared his cock hotter.
His hand clamped on the back of her neck, guiding the motions of her head.
He wanted to push his cock deep, deeper-
How deep did he think she could take it, anyway?!
A couple of times, his cock head jabbed the back of her throat, triggering the gag reflex, choking her.
Bastard, she thought.
Her tongue slithered under his penis, one fleshy snake licking another.
Royce panted hard now, his hips rising and falling as he powered his penis in and out of her mouth, back and forth ...
To get him off faster, she danced her fingertips lightly across his tight balls.
"Oh! Oh, God!"
His hands clawed at her as he was shaken by the first wave of orgasm.
He pulled her head down and at the same time he pushed his hips up and then suddenly she was filled with cock.
His cock head stuffed down the back of the throat.
But this was the big one, so she wrapped her mouth around the member and sucked.
Come boiled up from his balls and spurted down her throat.
Paula was already sucking.
If she didn't suck fast enough, the spurting masses of come would back up in her throat and really make her choke.
Gulp gulp gulp!
She swallowed, come coating her gullet, thick as honey-
Sure didn't taste like honey, though!
But she had conquered her revulsion at swallowing semen many, many years ago. Sucking off males was a good way to give them what they wanted without having to give much of yourself.
Her mouth milked Royce, draining his jerking cock dry.
" ... ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ... "
Passion peaked, satisfied, Royce slumped back on the bed, limbs untensing, relaxing ...
His cock already was wilting in her mouth, softening to semi-erection ...
Done!
Paula held his penis in her mouth for a minimal minute, then slid her lips upward, unplugging his cock from her mouth.
She knew this milking would satisfy Royce for now.
Soon, sighing, he would flop over on his side, wrap himself in blankets, and slip into a deep sleep ...
All in all, it hadn't been too painless ...
Paula waited. In another minute or two, she would get up to go to the bathroom, to gargle with mouthwash.
Well, this was all part of the drudgery of being a wife just one more nasty wifely duty, like cleaning the toilet bowls.
Not that Paula did any of the housework, or had done so for years. A maid, Marianna, came in to do that.
She did a lot of other things for Paula, too ... but that was another story.
Paula hoarded Marianna to herself, at least for now, while the fires of their hot lesbian affair blazed.
Later, when they had cooled down, and Paula had had her fill of Marianna, she would pass her along to Gail.
Gail had a taste for the dark ones, the Mediterranean types, Spanish, Italian, Greeks ... she would enjoy Marianna.
Perhaps Marianna would be passed on to the other ladies-of the Group ...
Well, Paula had performed her conjugal duties. Her husband lay drained and milked and satisfied, to annoy her no more this night.
She would sleep well, dreaming of tomorrow's Group meeting ...
Another good thing about sucking off a man, she thought, was that after she did it, the man almost never wanted to kiss after that ...
...Such, at least, were the thoughts, memories, scraps of experience which came to Paula, there in her living room.
All the ladies were seated around a big coffee table. There were armchairs and a long sofa which folded out into a bed.
It was a sofa now but not for long.
Paula's unfocused gaze sharpened, as her mind ceased wandering in thoughts of the past, and returned to the present.
Seated across from her was her sister, Gail.
Gail's chestnut brown hair was cut in bangs across the forehead, reaching down to her firm jawline on either side.
Where Paula was bronzed and athletic, Gail was pink and soft.
Gail was quite lady-like, more so even than Paula.
Gail had a delicately featured oval face, with chestnut brown eyes, a thin straight nose, pert pink lips.
Of average height, she had pear-shaped and pear-sized tits, a lean willowy form, thin waist tapering to round hips.
Gail wore a white blouse with rounded collar, string tie knotted in a bow, gray tweed skirt reaching down to her knees.
Gail was a stickler for the proprieties, and it took an unusual situation indeed for her to skip wearing an item like pantyhose.
Her skirt reached down to her knees and today, her legs were bare, not sheathed in tight flesh-colored pantyhose.
For this was a most unusual situation ...
And pantyhose was just one more superfluous garment, soon due to be shucked off and thrown on her pile of discarded finery.
When the ladies of the Group got all naked ...
Gail chatted animatedly to Tanya.
Tanya, roughly Paula's age, a few years older, was the senior member of the group.
She was a middle-European Amazon.
Hailing from Hungary, she had escaped as a young refugee when her parents fled tyrannical Soviet slave masters following the abortive '56 rising.
She looked like a ski or skating instructor. A most impressive specimen!
She was big, big-boned, larger than life. In her bare feet, she stood only a few inches below the height of six feet.
Her hair, a rich dark bronze color, was cut short, close to the scalp.
Her face was wide, heart-shaped, with high, jutting cheekbones, almost almond-shaped blue eyes, a thick nose, wide, full red lips.
She was casually dressed in an elaborately knitted ski sweater, a pair of tight jeans, and short, ankle-length boots.
Her broad shoulders stretched knitted fabric as did her big breasts. Her fine athletic tone helped .support those heavy tits.
Her torso was strong and straight, her hips were wide. Tight designer jeans hugged her impressive form.
So tight were the jeans, that they outlined her rounded pubic mound, the lips of her pussy, the full rounded globes of her rear.
Few indeed were the women her age who would have dared to wear jeans so very tight, and so very revealing.
Any lump, bump, bulge, any saddle bag or ridge of cellulite or middle aged spread, would have showed on that pair of jeans.
But there were none to show, for Tanya was in trim, terrific shape.
Paula, athletic herself, envied Tanya. But Tanya was a fanatic, one who spent countless hours in the gym, on the track, in the spa, on the Nautilus.
Recently taking up body building had increased her already Amazon outline.
Interesting case in contrasts, between Tanya and Irina.
Irina, her daughter-
Who also sat in the circle of lesbian suburban ladies.
Irina was in her late teen, but seemed maturely poised for her age, possessed of a grace and sophistication which came to adults.
She was as slight and delicate as her mother was robust, but the family resemblance was there in similar features.
Irina was slim, delicate. Her face was a long oval, with deep dark doe eyes, button nose, full sensual mouth.
Her hair was thin, fine, silky, and of a blondeness so pale that it was virtually platinum in color.
It was cropped almost boyishly close to her scalp. Only delicate facial features, feminine in the extreme, could have gotten away with such short hair.
Irina was dressed in a pink blouse. It showed a frilly lace collar and sleeves.
It was sheer, gauzy, semi-transparent-through it could be seen her lacy white bra, cupping apple-sized and shaped breasts.
Loretta rounded out the rest of the quintet.
It had formerly been a collection of six like-minded ladies.
But Maureen, sixth member of the group, a passionate red-headed, green-eyed colleen, with fat milky tits, was no longer with them today.
Maureen's husband had been transferred by his company halfway across the country, to a location in the Midwest.
Poor Maureen.
The group of ladies ached for her. No doubt she would find new attachments, new lesbian lovers, even in the Midwest.
Lesbos were everywhere!
But where would she find not one more like-minded sister of lust, but five more, like she had known in this group circle?
Maureen had promised to make many visits back here to see her old friends.
In the meantime, though, this was the first meeting of the bunch since Maureen had left, casting a pall on the proceedings.
But not that much gloom, for after all, life went on, and the fires of lust, lesbian lust, burned high in all of them.
Loretta, too, seemed abstracted, thoughtful.
She had a glorious mane of black hair, a heart-shaped face, tough but attractive, yellow-hazel eyes, ripe red lips.
She was bosomy, with a small waist, wide hips, taut thighs.
She wore a clinging pale green sweater, whose front was pushed way out, stretched by the size of her balloon-like tits.
She wore a thick dark black skirt, its hem grazing the tops of her knee-high black leather boots.
"I think it's time to call this meeting to order," Paula said.
The lesbian group had no specific leader-the lady who served as hostess for the weekly meeting also presided over it.
"Before we move on to, er, other, more intimate matters," Paula said, "we might as well take up any club business!"
"Our first concern is the most obvious," Tanya said. "There are five of us here a fifth wheel! We can work around that when we pair off "
"Sounds delicious," Gail hungered.
"But in the long run, we need a new recruit," Tanya said.
"Someone to replace Maureen," Irina said softly. "Yes!"
"The question is whom?" Paula asked. "The person we select has to be agreed on by all of us!
"Should even one member object to the recruit I was going to say, 'blackball,' but that seemed an unfortunate choice of words-but if even one of us says nay to the choice, we'll have to find a new selection.
"So, first we'll have to find someone we all can agree on!"
The ladies of the group all put their heads together, suggesting potential new members to join their circle of lust. A complicated matter!
For the new recruit must not only have brains and beauty, and attract the lustful attentions of her sister members, but she must also be the right sort.
Ultra-discreet!
For these ladies were respected members of the community, some of them wives and mothers, one of them, Irina, a young student.
Only someone who could be totally, completely trusted by all the others, never to betray them by accident or design, would be inducted.
Names were offered up and, for one reason or another, rejected.
Paula, noticing Loretta's abstention from the discussion, stared thoughtfully at her, as if trying to read her thoughts.
Paula sat with her knees together, an elbow resting on them, and her head held in the palm of her hand.
Her gaze took in Loretta's dark, voluptuous beauty:
Thick glossy hair, full and heavy, framing a heart-shaped face whose features were sharp and strikingly attractive.
Thick dark brows, over golden eyes ...
Most times, those golden eyes sparked, sparkled, blazed!
Now, their piercing gaze was hooded, heavy-lidded, turned inward.
Paula's gaze moved on, to fasten on the twin mounds thrusting out against Loretta's pale green sweater.
Heavy melons of flesh, topped with fat button nipples whose outline could be seen through the cloth.
Loretta's legs were crossed, her black skirt riding up one leg to bare her knee and the lower part of her bare thigh.
Paula knew well the delicious treasure of flesh which dwelt between Loretta's ripely rounded thighs:
A ripely rounded pubic mound, heavily furred with a bush so black and shiny as to resemble black sealskin.
A pair of full fleshy cunt lips, rosy, humid, rich with folds and furrows.
Between those pouty pussy lips:
Heaving pink membranes, capable of exuding frothy masses of some of the richest, sweetest, thickest pussy juices Paula had ever had the pleasure of lapping.
Paula had worked out down there, between those thighs of Loretta, many times.
And so had all the rest of them!
As, of course, Loretta had mouthed all of them, not once, but often.
Mutual sizzling lesbo sex was the function of the group.
"You're very silent, Loretta!" Paula said, during a lull. "Don't you have any suggestions? Any new prospects?"
Loretta shook her head, as if to clear it.
She uncrossed her legs, affording Paula, seated opposite her, a flashing glimpse up her skirt, up to her crotch.
Tight black panties made a triangle of darkness in the shadows at the tops of those rounded white thighs.
A spasm of lust shivered through Paula ... her nipples throbbed.
Loretta turned her attention on all the group.
Once more those golden eyes had their keenness bright, challenging the rest of them as, sparkling, her gaze fell on all of them in turn.
"Not only do I have a suggestion," Loretta said, "but I have a solution."
"Really!"
As if drawn together by mutual attraction, all the other lesbos leaned forward, fascinated, eager to hear.
"Anyone we know?" asked Gail.
"Yes!"
The ladies all perked up. "Who?"
"I'll do more than tell you," Loretta smiled, ripe red lips pulling back over a mouthful of strong white teeth.
"I'll show you!" she declared.
"You have a picture?" Tanya said. "A photo?"
"Yes."
Loretta rummaged through her crowded pocketbook until she found that which she had been searching for:
The photo.
"This is my candidate for our new member," she said.
She slapped the photo face-up on the coffee table.
Chairs creaked, garments rustled, rising excitement simmered in the lesbian ladies as they leaned forward to see.
Crowding each other, heads close together, they stared at the photo:
It was taken at the beach, on a sunny day, with a scrap of bright blue sky serving for the background.
Filling the photo frame was the image of a busty teen beauty.
Richly tanned to a deep golden bronze, the nubile miss was clad only in a scanty bikini, a white bikini which stood out against her tan flesh.
She was at the water's edge, white foam bubbling around her ankles.
Sleek and wet, her black hair lay flat against her scalp and down her back.
Athletic she was and stacked.
Her girl's face was heartbreakingly lovely, with strong direct features.
Her breasts were heavy mounds, her torso was shaped like an hourglass, a small waist flaring out into wide thighs.
Even in the photo, the buttons of her nipples could be seen pressing against the sleek soaked white triangles of her bikini top.
Her body shone with wetness, the girl having just emerged from the water.
Lesbian lust in the others was matched with rising astonishment.
"That THAT'S your candidate, Loretta?! " Gail gasped.
"Yes!"
Paula said, shocked, excited: "B-but but that's your daughter, Julie."
"Yes!" Loretta said. "Julie's ready for us-and we're ready for her!"