Chapter 7
Ted and Mercy Phillips stood nervously outside the front door of the Butler's house. They had already rung the doorbell and they could hear voices inside. There was no turning back now.
Ted squeezed his little wife's hand to calm her down. They had been married for just under a year and they were having sexual problems. Mercy, a little mousy brown-haired girl, had been a virgin when they married.
Although she was no longer a virgin, she had never had an orgasm.
She had finally admitted this to her husband Ted, about a month ago.
Ted's reaction had been at first to laugh unbelievingly at her. Then he grew angry.
"What do you mean you've never had an orgasm? What about all that moaning and groaning you always do?"
"I was faking it," Mercy admitted softly. "I was reading a description of a female orgasm and the kind of release you get and all that, in a magazine in the supermarket. And I realized I'd never had one. I want one! Why can't you give me one?!!"
They'd had a terrible week after that. Every time Ted fucked her the burden of whether or not he was giving her an orgasm was always on his mind, and he couldn't really enjoy coming himself, because, each time, she said she did not come. He began to suspect her of lying just so she would get fucked more often.
Finally she told him she was going to go to a therapist.
The sex therapist she went to gave her some homework to do. She had to go home and spend one hour every night alone, touching herself and trying to excite herself. She was supposed to look in the mirror while she did this, and realize how beautiful she was.
The therapist also suggested that she experiment with different kinds of sex, for it turned out that she and Ted only made love in the missionary position. The therapist explained to her that her husband was not the most sophisticated lover in the world himself.
But it was Ted himself who came up with the idea of going to one of those parties where couples swap wives, and everyone makes love to everyone else. He had a hard time convincing Mercy to go with him.
"If I can't come with you, what makes you think I'll be able to with a total stranger?" she asked. Basically she was just scared.
When she told her therapist of her husband's idea, however, the therapist was very enthusiastic. "Go, and just try to enjoy yourself."
Ted, a small, balding man, was delighted. "The worst thing that can happen honey, is that nothing will happen. Or that you want to go home. I promise you that if you want to go home, all you have to do is tell me, and we'll leave. Okay? I promise." Ted kissed his wife Mercy on the Butler's front doorstep as the do "Come in! Welcome! You must be Ted and Mercy. What a strange name - very pretty of course, come in, come in," Dora Butler greeted the strangers.
She ushered them in to her home and took their coats. Dora was looking really good that evening. The change that had come over her in the past few months was truly amazing. She was sexy and buoyant and confident. Tonight she was wearing a tight red dress with a low neckline and black stockings and garters and red spiked high heels. She reeked of expensive perfume, and her long dangling silver earrings jangled at her ears as her dozens of silver bracelets jangled at her wrists. She bit her lip-and tried not to giggle when she saw the couple who had answered their ad. They were hardly the sort of people you even expected to be reading the back of girlie magazines, much less to be answering ads.
Mitzy, who was all in pink that night, came over to Dora and whispered her disappointment. "They look like a couple of downers. They're so dowdy. Oh Dora, honey, why can't we reel in anybody interesting ever?"
"SSsssh, honey, you'll hurt their feelings. They do look pretty down-to-earth, but you never know." Dora gave Ted Phillips' butt a little piano he turned and winked at her. "You can't tell a book by its cover," Dora whispered to Mitzy.
Frank and Ben were fixing drinks for everyone in the living room. They had the video cassette ready and they were trying to be jolly. They were both just as un-enthusiastic about the couple they had gotten for the night as the girls were.
"Jeez," Frank said to Ben. "What a dog." He was looking at Mercy Phillips who had finally surrendered her coat to Dora. Mercy was wearing a brown tweed skirt that came to her mid-thighs, and grey tights. She wore brown oxfords and a white blouse. She had her hair parted neatly in the middle and pulled off her forehead with a red barrette. For the evening she had graced her lips with a smudge of red lipstick, which was already smeared around her lips.
"She's got a nice little body," said Ben staring at her with his head to one side, trying to imagine her in a more appreciative light. He sipped his drink and sighed. It was hard for him to do all this socializing. Basically he was a very quiet, retiring man.
But he was doing it all for Mitzy. He looked at her now. She looked luscious in her pink frills. Her boobs were amply revealed beneath the low-cut blouse and her tight pink pants made it clear she had a small waist and big hips.
But she wasn't interested in him tonight. She was sashaying back and forth in front of Ted Phillips, strutting her stuff.
Ted was sitting beside his wife on the couch.
They were holding hands.
Ted accepted a drink but his wife refused.
Mitzy raised her eyebrows. Don't tell me we've got a teetotaler as well as a a dog in our midst.
Ted convinced his wife to at least have a glass of dry wine, and she accepted it meekly and then sat on the couch silently, her legs tightly crossed, and nursed the drink all evening.
"Well, folks. Showtime!" Frank rubbed his hands together with enthusiasm. Ben flicked out the lights.
There were large poof pillows on the floor and Mitzy stretched out on the floor between them. She stretched out and arched her long pink legs and pulled Ted Phillips down on the floor beside her.
Ted was laughing and chuckling self-consciously. He was really enjoying himself but he just felt unsure how to act. He had wondered how all this would get started, and now, as Mitzy stretched out and pulled him against the long length of her sexy body, he was beginning to get the idea.
Mercy felt very lonely and frightened on the couch and her feelings weren't allayed when Frank Butler sat down beside her. Be sat down on her other side, and they each took one of her hands and patted it in a friendly manner.
Dora lay down on the other side of Ted Phillips. Ted had never had two women lying next to him before, and he was hard before the video even started.
The title of the skin-flick was "Madame X's Virgin," and it was about a madame who had a whore house and very much afraid of losing her virginity.
All the other girls in the cathouse laughed at her and told her how wonderful it would be when she had her first john. The girl was a pretty small girl with seductive green eyes, a pretty behind which was amply revealed every time she bent over. Up until now she had been the maid at the whorehouse but now she was growing up and all the male customers were expressing interest in her.
The whores all decide to have a party to celebrate Candy's big night with her first john. They invite all their favorite customers and set up a room with crepe paper and balloons over a large canopied bed. This was a very highclass whorehouse of course.
As the celebration feast progresses, the girls all start going down on each other. They are all dressed in body stockings and stockings and garters and heels. Some of them had on corsets or bras, or no bras.
Two girls turn to each other and go down on each other under the table. You hear them licking and fucking and sucking. A man is fucking a woman from behind and she lets loose her tits and swings them in the air, yelling with pleasure. The madame walks through all the celebration chaos with a sober look on her face. It is Candy's time, and she finds Candy in the throng and solemnly taps her on the shoulder. Her john is waiting in the bridal room.
Candy walks to the door of the room without smiling. She opens the door and all the girls push her in laughing and joking.
"Soon you'll be one of us," they laugh, and the push her in and close the door.
On the floor Mitzy and Dora were already well aroused and they turned to Ted Phillips between them. They had his zipper down and his cock out and he was being caressed by two women, as he had never been caressed before. They touched him with absolutely no inhibitions, Mitzy nibbling his ear and sticking her tongue deep into his ear and feeling all over under his shirt, while Dora was tickling his balls and under his balls. They were rubbing their whole bodies up and down against him as if his whole body were one big cock. Ted Phillips was getting, very hard, like this one and she wasn't sure she liked it. Everyone else in the room laughed as Candy was pushed to her fate, but Mercy didn't see what was so funny about it.
Frank and Ben on either side of her were trying to loosen her up without much success. They had only progressed from holding and squeezing her hand to kissing up her arms to her neck. She kept twisting her head away from them.
How could they watch the movie while they were trying to do that, she wondered. She grabbed their hands and held them tightly in her own in her lap to keep them from wandering and she turned her attention back to the movie.
In the movie, Candy had entered the room where she was to lose her cherry only to find three masked men waiting for her. The men were all sturdily built and they all wore nothing but very tight, brief briefs. They all had bulging lumps between their legs. They all wore black masks over their eyes and they each had a whip.
Mercy Phillips cried out when she saw this and she tried to reach out for her husband on the floor with her leg. But her husband was engaged in other matters and was not even watching the film anymore. Both women had their hands in his. pants and their hands all over his cock had brought him to an ecstasy that made him forget Mercy entirely.
"Girls, please!" he was saying.
Frank covered Mercy Phillips mouth with his own to keep her from crying out.
Mercy found herself being passionately and deeply kissed by the good-looking man to her right. She tried to break away but could not, because the second, older man had his arms around and was feeling her breasts.
She kept her eyes glued to the screen.
In the movie Candy turned around and ran for the door, and pulled with all her might on the doorknob, but the door was locked from the outside and it would not budge. The three men came up behind her and pulled her away from the door. They threw her down on the large four poster bed and immediately tied her down, her arms spread apart over her head and tied down to the posters, and her legs spread wide open.
Mercy couldn't believe what the movie showed: Candy's pink cunt, wide open between her legs and vulnerable.
Candy leaped and writhed on the bed, her hips squirming, as she tried to free herself, but she was no match for the three masked brutes.
Two of them jumped on top of the bed. Their thigh muscles bulged. They looked like executioners. They were grinning as they pulled their briefs down over their erect cocks. They waved their cocks in her face as the third man, who stood on the bed towering over her, brought his whip down across her breasts. Candy writhed and screamed.
Mercy tried to scream but once more her scream was stifled by someone's tongue in her mouth. Now she felt hands up under her skirt. She tried to free herself from them and pull her skirt down, but instantly her hands were pulled behind her back where they were pinned down. Mercy felt thick fingers creep up under her wool skirt and find her cotton panties.
Again she tried to scream as she felt many thick worm-like fingers work their way into her panties and through her pubic hair. Again her eyes were glued to the screen.
Now the two men were fucking Candy at the same time. One man knelt with his knees on either side of Candy's head. His huge member was staring her right in the face. She tried to whip her head away from his menacing prick from side to side, but he slapped her until she kept her head still. She kept her teeth firmly closed though.
"Open up," the man said. But she refused.
With his powerful fingers, the man worked her pressure points under her jaw until slowly her mouth opened from pain. He then forced his fingers between her teeth and down her throat until he had her mouth gaping. Quickly he withdrew his fingers and stuck his cock down her gaping throat. One hand remained at her jawbone pressure points to make sure she would not bite him. The masked man was grinning with pleasure as he sank his cock deep into her throat, drew it up a little, like water from a well, and then lowered his bucket deep within her again.
At the hole between her legs, the second man was taking his pleasure. He diddled with her open pussy that lay squirming there for a while, sinking his fingers in and twitching and twisting the clit, watching her jump and her hips try to maneuver out of his grasp. He laughed every time he twisted her clit and her hips jumped. She was sopping wet and the camera showed all: the pink wet flesh, his huge veined cock hovering above.
On the floor, Ted Phillips was having a wonderful time. Dora had picked up her red skirt and moved up Ted's body to his mouth. Ted was sucking at the source of Dora's pleasure, eating out this strange woman's cunt. He loved it! He had never done anything like this before.
Meanwhile, Mitzy was rimming his cock. She had pulled down his grey pants and found his prong and stuffed it in her mouth. She pulled and sucked on him, and the double pleasure he felt- two women on him at once! Two women rubbing their breasts on him whenever they could, two cunts to think about!
Ted heard as if from a great distance his wife protesting and yelling no, but he pushed the sounds from his mind. He didn't care about anything now, but the out-of-sight pleasure he was feeling. Sometimes he put his hands up and felt Dora's pussy over his mouth- her fat wet labia covering his lips, and, way up in the air, her boobies bouncing freely. Sometimes he put his hands down to his cock and felt another pair of lips, Mitzy's encircling his shaft, and he couldn't decide which pair he liked better.
The movie went on. When one man finished he jumped off and the third man out got on her, at whichever end was free. There was always a cock in her throat, a cock in her cunt, and someone standing over her with a whip. She got fucked an awful lot of times.
Mercy was really frightened, on the couch. She did not like this movie, she did not like these men whose hands were all over her now, and pushing deep into her pussy, hard as she tried to keep her thighs closed. She would not let them do what they wanted, and she pushed one of them off and then got to work on the other. She had been screaming for Ted, but he didn't answer. She saw him on the floor with one woman sitting on his head and another between his legs. He didn't care what was happening to her.
Suddenly Mercy was being lifted into the air. She writhed and tossed but two pairs of strong arms held her by the hands and legs. They carried her into the bedroom. She found herself thrown down on a large four poster bed.
She screamed.
They tore off her brown wool skirt. She didn't know what they did with it, but she heard something crash. They were flinging things around wildly, as she wildly kicked and screamed.
"Ted! TED! HELP!!!!!"
From the living room came only the sounds of moans and sigh. Two women sang out lovesongs in violence. There voices, rising and falling in cries and moans of the pains of ecstasy, were like two cats caterwauling on the back fence at night, or two angels singing in harmony in a heavenly choir.
The men were like dark shadows whipping across the top of the bed as they tied her bonds and checked them to make sure they were tight. The men were grinning like the men in the movie.
She felt the smoothness of their skin, their thighs rubbing against her naked thighs. She felt their bodies moving over hers. Now her white blouse was ripped off. From collar to waist, they tore it in two. Next was her white bra with the pointed cups.
She felt the cotton padding torn away and her bare breasts, the soft white flesh cold and trembling, knew the rough embrace of the men's hot coarse hands.
"Did you like the movie? You know you did. Did you like the part about the virgin getting her cookie eaten?" Frank whispered roughly in her ear. He had psyched this baby out from the moment she had walked in the door. He knew these dogs who dressed so that even a dog wouldn't look at them. Underneath, if they were young, you felt their hot waiting flesh. Her husband had taken him aside in a corner and told him her problem was she'd never come.
Ben knew too. His bulky frame labored over the little girl's body as he thought of his wife making love with the bald stranger on the living room floor. He longed to be the one lying between her fleshy thighs, under her pink skirt. He longed to be the one who was plying his fingers in her cunt as she sat by his head, or the one tonguing her, opening her pink cunt and sinking your tongue in her as you watched her quiver.
Ben reached now for the small brown patch of the little girl lying beneath him. Her pussy was dry and closed. He rustled his fingers in her coarse hair and heard the love cries coming from the next room.
Ben hated all this. Tonight was the last time! he vowed. Never again would he find himself fucking someone he didn't love while the woman he loved did unspeakable things with somebody else.
Ben was angry now. He didn't care that this pussy was dry. This was his pussy for the night and he was going to fuck it! He thought of Mitzy sitting on the other man's head, in the Butler's living room!
He parted Mercy's dry cunt with his thick fingers and he stuck his cock in. Only a couple of inches went in. He heard the girl cry out and writhe on the bed. Frank must be stuffing her mouth with his cock, thought Ben. He opened his eyes and saw Frank squatting over her head head. He was slapping her.
"Open your mouth!" Frank said. He looked down from his height at the girl who lay helpless and desperately stubborn beneath him. Her eyes were closed and her eyelids were flushed with the heat of passion. Her lips too were reddened in the darkness and there was a flush of fear and determination in her cheeks.
Mercy had decided she would not be humiliated like the girl in the movie.
"Please get off me!" she said. "I don't want to do this! Please let me go, I've changed my mind."
Ben plunged it in her deeper. He could feel a damp wetness farther in her, though she was still drier at the top. He rammed his cock down into her to get at the soft wet part.
"Damn your dry cunt!" he cursed. "Open your legs, cunt!" he forced her thighs farther apart with his knees. He rammed his cock into her meat and penetrated deeper.
"Open your mouth bitch!" Frank pressured her jaw open as the men did in the movie and as soon as he had gotten her teeth parted he stuck his fingers in her mouth and forced it wider open. He rammed his cock in her mouth, making sure her mouth stayed open by ramming fingers in the pressure points in her jaw. Mercy felt her tender body being harshly penetrated by the man with the fat cock at her cunt. She heard their rude and brutal curses. She felt the cock hit her wet pit and how the wetness started rising. She could hardly breathe because the thin man held her head between his muscular thighs and she gulped his cock in her throat.
The wetness had filled her cunt now and she felt the walls of her cunt start throbbing as if they were filling with some sweet trembling juice.
Someone was feeling her breasts and she suddenly felt as if she were swooning. She felt her wrists bound by rope which cut into the skin and bit her as she was being bitten by the cock between her thighs.
The cock was biting at her clitoris like a snake and again and again it seemed to bite and lash her clit and the cock also scooped up her juices and pronged them through her cunt .
The man at her head suddenly came and her throat was brimming with white cream while the man with the cock in her pit suddenly was streaming into her and suddenly she couldn't feel him anymore. She felt a huge grabbing, as her pussy muscles contracted around the streaming cock.
She felt a shaking as if there was an earthquake and then there was a calm and a silence.
The whole house was silent for a moment.
Then the sound of a woman's laugh, high and protracted, filled the air.
Suddenly the men were climbing off of her. They left her lying there. She heard voices talking in the next room. Suddenly Ted was there, leaning over her and kissing her. She found herself frightened of this strange bald man with his lips kissing all over her tits, who was her husband.
In the next room, Frank and Ben had found their wives. Mitzy, with her pink slacks under the sofa, and Dora with her long dark hair all down around her breasts were lying contented on the floor when their husbands came in.
Mitzy didn't understand when Ben began to pick up his things and get dressed.
"Honey, where are you going?" she asked lazily from the floor. She still felt the blush of coming upon her and was enjoying lying still and feeling the floating residue of the love.
"I'm going home," Ben shortly said.
"Home? Already? The evening's just beginning." Mitzy sat up. Her husband really did look like he was going to go home. He was tying his shoes and now he headed for the door.
"I'll see you there, whenever you decide to come home," he said, and he walked out the door.
"What's eating him?" said Dora sitting up too.
Dora had really enjoyed making love with the mild-looking bald man. That sex could be funky and dirty was obviously something new to him. That he had dug it and quickly gotten into it was also obvious. Dora put her hands to her pussy to "What's the matter honey?" Dora said to Frank. "Didn't you and Ben have a good time with what's-her-name in there?"
"Yeah, what did you do?" asked Mitzy. She had a puzzled look on her face.
"We tied her up and raped her. It was great!" Frank was busying himself making another drink. "Is the film over? How did you girls do in here? Was the old pervert really good?"
"Okay," said Dora looking at her husband slyly. "How was the pre-orgasmic girlie."
"Delicious," said Frank.
Mitzy said, "I think I'd better be getting home now. I think something's wrong with Ben." She collected her bag and stockings. "Sorry I have to leave." Winsomely she went to the door. Her pink shirt was still unbuttoned and her pink slacks were all wrinkled.
She walked out the door and across the lawn to her own house next door. Ben was in the kitchen, she could tell, because the light was on in there. She wondered if the kids were home yet.