Chapter 5
Janet Foy wanted to take special pains with dinner on that particular night. It wasn't just because she had hopped into bed with a stranger and fucked him and herself into a state of dumbstruck euphoria. Nor was it guilt. At least she didn't think so.
It was just that Robert always seemed so sweet, such a beautiful person, after one of these sex sessions began. And, of course, while it continued.
She was beautiful as she sailed and swirled about the kitchen. Her breasts continued to be larger than their day-by-day opulence. There was a warmth and an itchy sweetness in her richly furred pussy, too. Even the light perspiration she felt under her arms, between her legs, and beneath her breasts seemed sweet in her mind.
And she loved what she was doing, too. Being good to her husband. A wonderful man. Good and kind and thoughtful. For some reason, she thought of his magnificent prick and the great hard-on he had had this morning. It made her mouth drool spit, made her cunt drool female cum juice. "Oh, I could just fuck him silly," she murmured to herself.
"How I'd like to have that beautiful cock in my mouth! Mmmmmm! Better than dinner!"
When she heard his car in the driveway, she did not run to the door but busied herself in the kitchen. She knew she would present a good view to him, an enticing sight.
She had on nothing but a frilly gingham apron. It covered her from just above her wine-dark nipples to just below her inverted triangle of pubic hair. This was so thick that it came down to a point an inch below the thick lips of the juicy cunt it shaded.
Her back, of course, was bare. A narrow strip around her neck, a narrow ribbon tied in a bow at her waist. Except for those two accents of pink gingham, she was lusciously naked. Oh, she would look good to Bob! Dear Bob! And maybe he would come in and see her and get that big old hard-on again and walk right up and shove it into her cunt from the rear! That red-tipped spear of flesh! That male pole around which her cunt so loved to dance!
But he disappointed her. Frightened her, really.
This wasn't like Bob, sweet, good natured Bob.
She almost felt self-conscious of her bare-assed state as she went into the front of the house to find him. Hoping he would be waiting with his cock out, smiling. To surprise her. But no way.
He was there, all right, but he was moody and her heart sank.
"Bob!" she cried. "Bob! What's the matter? Are you angry with me about this morning?" Her voice was a childish wail. She ran to him and caressed his cock, very much with the same gesture as Terry had used earlier. And she moaned when she found it was not hard at all. So he was angry!
"Please come upstairs," she begged. "Look, I'm the same as naked already! Let me undress you!" She tried to kiss him but he turned his head so that she pressed her big lips against his cheekbone. She reached for his fly but he twisted away.
"Please!" she wailed. "I want you so! I'm so hot! And so sorry! Please, lover! Let me have that big, warm cock!"
He took her wrists and pushed her down into a chair. The seat felt warm to her opened twat, where her inner fluids had congealed and cooled. He pushed her down so hard that her titties bounced, and they were so full that they ached.
"I want you to do something for me tonight," he said in a strange voice. "Not just for me. For you, too."
She held out a beseeching hand. "Oh, Bob, anything! Anything you want me to do!"
"Some people are coming over," he said. "They've had the same sexual trouble we have. We can help each other."
Her mouth hung open in shock and surprise. "Sexual trouble? What sexual trouble? You mean-this morning? You hurt me, Bob, really you did!"
He smiled rather coldly. "Baloney!" he said. "I've banged into your cervix five hundred times. You love that position. You love having me stir up your guts that way. It's just that we've gotten in a rut ... slowly but surely."
Janet turned her head and put her hand to her mouth. She felt like someone lost in a dust storm. Lost. Frightened. And angry, too. Because of something not quite said.
She got up, trying as well as she could in this half-naked state to look dignified.
"You said another couple. That they have the same trouble that we have. That you say we have," she added rather sarcastically. "Bob Foy, if you think you're going to get me into some filthy sex ring, some dirty wife-swapping business-well forget it! You actually want your own wife to submit to some pervert? To fuck a stranger?"
She looked beautiful in her anger, which Bob knew was quite real. Against all logic, she was angry. But he had to put his theories to the test. If it was good enough for his clients, it had better be good enough for his wife. He smiled at her again, still without warmth.
"It's therapy," he said objectively. "To bring some new life into our marriage, our sex lives."
And then he cruelly dropped his bomb. "Besides," he said coolly, "since when did it turn you off to fuck a stranger?"
She stamped her foot in a range and wheeled away from him. He watched her ass-cheeks struggle with each other as she ran upstairs. Her black-haired cunt lips were pouty and bold at the bottom of her body. Juicy, too, he'd gamble on it. Unaccountably, his cock began to stir.
Janet's cunt was, indeed, soupy with heat and desire. Waiting for her husband, she had thought longingly of his hard cock. She had thought graphically of him plunging it into her, piercing the swollen lips, driving triumphantly into her tightness and slickness, grinding his mound against hers, reaching the sensitivity of her clit, fucking in and out of her, yes, banging against her cervix. Why had she been such a stupid idiot this morning? But she knew. She knew she had been caught up in an old pattern. A stranger already picked out. A "date" set. At least she had arranged for him to meet her in her bedroom. It was no accident that she had picked the tall redhead or that she received him with all her goodies hanging out.
I might as well have a FUCK ME sign hanging around my neck, she thought bitterly.
Her heart was beating fast. Her mind was racing. She knew she had no right to be angry at Bob. But had he known about today? Had he known of the other times, with other strangers? It would be like him ... to know and not to hurt her with it.
Oh, sweet and understanding Bob! Oh sweet man with such a lovely cock! Her pussy flamed with a deep need for him. Or for someone, some cock to fuck her.
She stood before her tall mirror and let the pink apron drop off her. She switched on her two makeup lamps to see herself as she was. She would not give this beauty, this delicious body, this juicy cunt to a stranger!
There was an unreality about all of this. Some part of her that was mature and honest was giving her an argument.
Cut out this play-acting, Janet, this inner self was saying. You've got hot nuts for Sonny Benson, that's your problem. What kind of a nut are you?
She heard the voice of maturity only with her conscience, but she was not convinced. Still, Bob was smart as well as good. "In a rut," he had said. Well, weren't they? That business of jerking away from him this morning-wasn't that phony? Wasn't that part of the routine of getting fucked by Sonny? Routine? Rut? What was the difference? And yet she couldn't bring herself to kneel before him, to handle his soft cock lovingly, to say: "I'll do anything, Bob!"
There was a quick rap at the door. It wasn't locked. How can you quarrel if you stay away from your man? But Bob didn't even try the door to see. He knocked. Then he spoke.
"I'm going down to the village for my dinner," he said rather flatly. "When the Bensons come, just tell them I had an emergency house call on a client. Give them my apologies. I'll sleep at the office and we can talk tomorrow."
She heard him start down the steps and she nearly knocked the door down getting out to where she could catch up with him. He had said the Bensons!
"Bob!" she cried. "Wait! Don't go!"
She was all over him, gasping and crying, rubbing her tits all over him. Without knowing how it happened, she got his cock out. She was down on her knees, sucking it, looking up at him with loving eyes. Oh, God, that marvelous male perfume from his crotch! Thank God for summer days, for men who smell like men!
She had his slacks down, sucking his balls. Her cunt was so hot she felt she might shoot flames out and singe her cunt hair. But he picked her up.
"Come on, baby," he said briskly. "I take it you're willing to try this experiment. Good! I think it's a way of expanding our appreciation of sex. Every authority says so."
And it didn't seem cold-blooded at all, Janet found.
"Oh, my dear, I just know I'm going to love you!" Irene Benson had said, the minute she and Janet had embraced. "You know that Bob's our counselor, don't you? That this is a part of his treatment for us?"
Janet smiled. "I suppose I knew," she said circumspectly. "Bob doesn't talk about his clients. Maybe he mentioned it tonight after he said you were coming." She fell on the soft firmness of the other woman's breasts and laughed very hard. "I didn't mean to make a pun! But you will be cumming, won't you? Won't all of us!? "
Shedding their clothing was a first step. Irene proposed it. "We're either into this thing or we're not," she said with a nervous grin. "When I fuck, I like to be naked. And I say, let's all get naked and fuck!"
Janet didn't have to do any acting as far as Sonny was concerned. He was so open, so friendly. He'd just put a big arm around her, squeezed her boob, and said, "I'm gonna like this, Bob!" And he had leaned down as if he had known her forever and kissed her hard. And he had said, right in front of his wife, "Jesus, those lips! You look like a champion cocksucker, Janet! Beautiful! I can't wait to get it on!"
"Maybe I'm a prude," Janet said as she peeled off her dress. "But it sure seems funny to me to be undressing like this, right in front of, well, strangers!" And the instant she got it out, she felt like a fool. For Irene Benson grabbed her, shoved two of her war fingers up Janet's juicy twat, and whispered, "You won't be a stranger to me, baby. Not when we get through with each other tonight."
It would be the worst kind of lie for Janet to have said or even imagined that she was a hundred per cent heterosexual.
She saw beauty in the bodies of other women. But until tonight, when she saw her husband cramming his cock deep into the purple flower of Irene Benson's cunt, she had never really known the deep hunger one woman can feel for another. Another's pussy, to be exact. And she was able to see Bob's cock fuck swiftly in and out of her new friend's slimy fuck hole because her face was within a few inches of it.
"Oh, Irene, I just love your cunt!" Janet screamed. She was being reamed by Sonny, who was surprising her. He had seemed as normal as the next guy today with only the two of them. Now he had her with her ass in the air, her thighs lasciviously parted. To lick her cunt, she had expected. She lay with her breasts on her bed, her face on her forearms. Her cunt was, she knew, thrust out with its trembling lips opened wide. And the man was licking her ass! It was so shivery-delightful that she had to scream. And Irene was lying on her back, her big and beautiful thighs spread, and Bob was swabbing his gorgeous prick into that blonde-fringed pussy!
It created the wildest cum-flutter imaginable in the sloshy darkness of her vagina, a shuddery spasm around her womb. As good as a fuck. Better! But no, that couldn't be! Not just watching two people fuck. Even if one was your husband and the other a sweet, complaisant, loving friend.
She got one arm from under her face. She wanted to feel Sonny's big cock. Her fingers itched for it. Her cunt was a blazing, twitching mass of need and fuck-hunger. But Sonny's crotch and his cock were too far away.
"Look in the mirror!" someone gasped. "Oh, Jesus, don't we look fucky! Oh, God, I've got to cum!"
Janet tried to locate the voice and then she knew. It was her own. She was gasping as Sonny's hard tongue went in and out of her ass-hole. Have I ever been fucked in the ass? It was a question that went back into the bittersweet dream of a long afternoon, when a group of boys had opened her. She liked to think it had made a woman of her. But now she knew she had been wrong.
She might be entering into real womanhood now. Because she was cumming without a man's cock in her! Without a man's tongue touching her pussy. Remote! Remote! This ass-hole, this new treasure, was all hers. Not Bob's. Not Sonny's. No one's but her own. It was a whirling dream, insubstantial, not too clear. But she knew, somehow, that there existed a freedom for a woman. And then, as she came, she watched Bob's cock slamming into Irene's cunt. And she knew!
"AAAaaagggghhhhh!" she screamed. Not a terrible scream. Not ripping her throat. She was saving her throat for someone's cock. Someone's jism. That sweetly hot and divinely slick burst of male seed. So, okay. Maybe a woman had to be a sex object. Who cared?
"Give me a cock!" she was crying. And then, "SUCK ME, SONNY! SUCK ME!" because he had shoved something, undoubtedly a finger, into her poor ass-hole and was trying to suck her cunt inside out.
She fell to the mattress, her butt humping up towards Sonny's face as if she would suck him into her vagina, into her womb, and the pain as he dug his finger into her ass-hole was so beautiful that she could have fainted.
She didn't, though. She writhed like some blind blob of flesh and fuck-nerves, but she kept her mind on Irene's twat.
It was the most inspiring, gut-wrenching sight she had ever seen. It was so slick inside! And so pink! J never knew a cunt was so flexible, she thought.
Her body was absorbing the thrills of a smashing cum, a sensation of exploded power in her belly, in her cunt. But her mind was divorced from it. She watched the lips of Irene Benson's pussy as Bob's cock pulled out. Slickly dripping inner lips came way, way out, clinging to Bob's cock just as hers would cling to Sonny's when he fucked her. But it made her mouth water.
She moved the arm that had futilely reached for Sonny's hard pole. There was a closer target. Not Bob's hammering bar of flesh. Something sweeter. The cum-waves shimmered inside her pussy like summer lightning. But not from Sonny's tongue. How could she face this? She was burning at the idea of getting her fingers into Irene! But of course. Why fight it? This was the door to the freedom she had visioned a moment ago.
She had her fingers around Bob's cock, not feeling it, just resting against the swollen lips of the other woman's cunt. This was woman juice pouring out over her fingers. She brought it to her mouth and licked the steamy syrup that had pumped from Irene's twat. It was transcendentally gorgeous! It was all the brightness of life!
And then, as her guts were twisting with the orgasmic current rising in her vagina, she felt the rip and bruise and stretch of the redhead's mighty organ. It was tearing her apart and it was heavenly! It was so big that it was going to kill her and she was glad of it.
She tried to raise her head, but he was pinning her like a tomcat pins his mate. It gave her the same animal joy that, she knew, burned in the girl cat's hot little pussy.
"I'm cumming!" she gasped. Not a scream. It was a confidential statement made to the inner Janet Foy. Her mind was clear. She wanted sex, to participate in sex, to be sex. To be a cunt. Not Sonny's cunt, not Bob's cunt. Just a cunt. To be fucked. And to be sucked.
And all that time there was a savage need for just plain old fucking, and it was growing as Sonny's giant cock hammered into her body. She visioned that cock, its terrible thick base. How it had seemed to split her.
"Ohhhhh!" She shouted a cry of thick-clotting, belly-ripping delight. "AAAAGGGHHH! Fuck it into me! Fuck me good! Blast your jism into me! OHHHHH! OHHHHHH!"
Because now it was really cumming inside her, everything was cumming. She could feel the hot showers of Sonny's thick seed, slick and sticky. It was washing out her vagina, slapping around in the dark of her womb. It was pumping out of her expanding, swelling cunt lips.
Somehow, in spite of Sonny's weight, she managed to move. She got her face right against Irene's powerful thigh, which was jolting and shaking as the woman's muscles worked her body to milk the jizz from Bob's cock.
I know what she is, Janet thought. She's what I want to be. Bob called her Earth Mother and he meant it. Oh, mother!
She struggled to get her mouth on the shining, slippery ring of blonde-fringed muscle that opened and closed on her husband's prick.
Oh, mother cunt! she moaned in her mind, as if it were some sort of crazy prayer. Let me be all cunt like you!
There was a new sound in that reverberating room. A new voice crying out its love and need. Wordless, mindless. A song of cum joy.
"Aaaaggghhh! Oh, my love! My little Bobby-Boy! Fuck mama good! Come on, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" And then a keening wail and a flashing thrust of the powerful ass alongside Janet's face. She saw her husband's cock slamming in and out so fast that his cock was blurred, and then he slowed. Thick white gouts of his cum pumped out of the suddenly loosened cunt. The strong arms that had been beating on the bed stilled. There was no sound but heavy breathing, as if no one wanted to be first to break the silence.
There was a quick and agonized ache in Janet's well-fucked pussy, and a heavy weight off her back. The big redhead had pulled out of her. She was grateful.
She turned so she could look back at Sonny. His face was smiling and peaceful, and he was holding his cock as if he wanted to remember just how it felt.
She looked at Bob as he lay on the beautiful body of Irene Benson. Earth Mother! How strange! She's no older than I am, Janet's mind said, not in years. But a million years older in other ways.
She watched closely as Bob began to move. This time the other woman's cunt did not turn itself inside out. Of course! Bob's tool, swollen so big with heat and desire, had pumped out the semen. It was shrinking. Still big, but getting smaller, and lubricated by all of that cum oil, his and hers. But Janet's eyes watched in fascination as this unjoining happened. Watched the trembling of Irene's deliciously fat cunt lips as the tickling cock neared the open end of her twat. And, especially, she watched the milky opalescence of the foaming cum that had spilled out. It was festooning in Irene's blonde bush of cunt hair like strands of popcorn on a Christmas tree. Pearls of protein! Jewels of man's cum!
With a moan of the most intense desire, feeling her vagina and womb throb with the dark pain of satiation, Janet grasped the other woman's strong thighs. She pulled herself between them. Would Irene resent the intrusion? Janet had never even thought of such a thing in her life. Until tonight.
Now she saw the palpitating belly of the blonde woman and it looked like heaven. She saw he cunt lying open and sloppy wet from the pressing and hammering of her husband's cock. Her eyes feasted on a tiny river of hot, sticky semen flowing out of the trembling pink hole just vacated by Bob's tool. And all over the hair, that froth of jism.
The cunt was even sweeter than she could have imagined. It was so divinely soft and smooth, so delicate in its satiny texture. And the taste and flavor of her own cunt, tested and tasted for so many years, was repeated in the gamy delight of Irene Benson's warm twat. Lick, suck, tongue-slap and lip-slurp! Drown in a cupful of male sperm and woman's cunt ooze! Wallow in the crazy-mad hysteria of complete, unalloyed sex!
She sucked in all she could drain from the cunt, which was by now moving wildly in fuck-gyrations. She heard someone cry: "Oh, sister! Give it to me! Give me your cunt!" and then strong hands were pulling at her, lifting and moving. She tried to kick and scratch, hanging on to the powerful thighs and the broad ass with wild determination.
But suddenly she was lying in a different angle. Her mouth still plastered on and even into her new friend's pussy, when she was enveloped in a wave of warmth that devoured her.
There was a new height of cunt madness raving through her body. A new feeling of love intensified to the verge of suffering. Oh, God, the wisdom and purity of another woman's tongue! For Irene, in her woman's knowledge and sympathy, was loving the very spots where Janet's cum-feelings lay ready.
Slurp, slap, lap, kiss! Right on the cum button, and then right off it! Around it and down the line of fuck-reddened lips! It was glorious to Janet, and even more glorious to know she was giving Irene the same pleasure.
She thought of what Sonny had said about her lips, and about the many times that Bob had shivered in joy as she sucked him off. Now she tried to do the same for her girl friend. She made her lips thick and pouty as she swept them up and down in Irene's moist channel. She opened them like a giant flower of deep-red flesh and took in all of the woman's exposed cunt lips. Her tongue sought the clasping hole which led to the woman deep inside, and leaped with startled pleasure as she felt Irene's tongue go deeply into her own cunt.
Had she licked off all the jism? She took a quick look, thrilling as her hands slipped into the mass of sloppiness that was Irene's responding pussy. I'm making her cum as good as Bob did, she thought with deep pride. As good as Sonny did me! That a woman could do this for another woman! It was unbelievably marvelous.
She saw that there were still drops of the pale goo from her husband's cock still meshed in Irene's cunt hair. Holding her moving fingers in her friend's clamping vagina, she sucked deeply into the wet hair. It was a new sensation of taste and texture and aroma.
Some new trick of Irene's tongue was sending her up to the heights. She went with it, letting her mind go blank so that her body could know all the feel of a life-giving cum. She let the roaring fire of orgasm melt in her vagina, felt Irene's mouth go back on her hole to suck it out. And now, directly in front of her face, she saw a new target.
In the ferocity of her first attack, she had thought only of eating male cum juice. Or she so believed. Now she saw, in the dark crack below her friend's spasming twat, the shy pinkness of the woman's ass-hole.
She remembered what mad delight she had received from Sonny sucking her there. Without hesitation, she rooted into the crevice, finding it strangely easy to get her tongue into the tightness of the blonde woman's sphincter. Her own ass throbbed and burned from the brutal love given it by this sweet woman's husband. It ignited nerves in her cunt, where Irene's tongue probed.
She suddenly plunged full force against the newly opened ass-hole, driving her pointed tongue deeply inside it, feeling the powerful muscles relax invitingly.
At the same time, she felt her own pussy expand and throb in a heavy beat and knew it was a cum induced by her friend's tongue. But even more, she knew, it came from the all-pervading heat of sucking the other woman's ass-hole.