Chapter 4
Two Plus Two on the Grass
"One of the best ways I've ever found to get a little relaxation is to take off for a long, quiet Sunday drive, not going anywhere in particular. Just pick out a road, point the car along it, and then see where it goes.
"Most of the time when we, my wife and I, did this we started out heading out toward the beach, and then on up the coast, but occasionally we would end up in the mountains instead.
"Of course, not all Sunday drives were relaxing. There was the time we got caught tight in the Sunday night traffic jam coming home on the freeway and were stuck for four hours, and the time the water pump broke out in the middle of nowhere, stranding us overnight. Neither of those drives were very much fun, or very relaxing. For that matter, the last drive of that nature we took, three Sundays ago, wasn't very relaxing, either. It sure was fun, though.
"As usual, Jane and I headed out early Sunday morning. I guess it was about eight-thirty or nine, and I pointed the hood of the T-Bird out toward the beach. The traffic was light, with only the dedicated surfers on the road, headed for their favorite waves. Long before ten we were out of the built-up area and beach towns, cruising along an almost deserted coast highway with the salt-and-iodine smell of the sea flowing through the open windows of the car.
"About noon we stopped for some lunch-steamed clams and ice-cold beer-at a small roadside restaurant; then, instead of continuing north along the coast, I turned east, inland, heading up a small road into the coastal mountain range for a change of scenery. The road was a narrow, two-lane blacktop, and there was practically no traffic on it. A couple of old pickup trucks passed us going the other way during the first few miles, then nothing. It was almost as if we were all alone in the world, the last survivors of some kind of total catastrophe.
"We must have been driving for almost an hour through wild country, country disturbed only by the hum of the engine, the purr of the tires on the asphalt, and the soft music from the car's radio. Then, passing around a sharp bend in the road, I spotted another car up ahead. It was pulled off the road, the hood up, and a young woman was standing by the rear fender, waving frantically at us. As we pulled up behind her I saw that she had a man with her, leaning over the fender, doing something to the engine. As I eased the car to a stop a couple of feet from the back of the parked car, the man came out from under the hood and walked back toward us.
" 'Having trouble?' I asked; not too original.
" 'Yeah. Sure glad you came along. There hasn't been a car along this road since the car died on us, almost an hour ago, and I'm afraid that whatever's wrong with the engine is beyond my mechanical talents. Can you give us a lift to a phone?"
" 'Sure. Be glad to."
"They introduced themselves as Steve and Irene, and I was hardly back up to cruising speed before Jane and Irene were buried deep in a woman-type conversation, the kind that makes absolutely no sense most of the time to a listening man. I sat there, driving and listening, trying to figure out what the hell they were talking about for about three minutes, then pulled off again for a bit of seat-swapping. Jane got in the back with Irene and Steve got in front with me. That made the conversational opportunities a bit more even, and Steve and I talked cars for a while, then football, then about nothing much in particular.
"We hit it off right away, discovering that we had a lot of-likes and dislikes in common. Just when we were warming up, though, about ten miles from the place where we had picked them up, I spotted a farmhouse off to the side of the road.
" 'Maybe they have a phone there,' I said. 'We can check anyway.' I pulled the car into a dirt driveway and parked in front of the house. There was no sign of life, but the place had a look that said someone lived there, so Steve got out and went up to knock on the door. After a few minutes of waiting without results, he came back.
" 'The door's wide open, but nobody seems to be home. I can see a phone inside the living room. Why don't you honk your horn a couple of times to see if that raises anyone?'
"I leaned on the horn several times, then we sat and waited for about five minutes, but without results, so Steve decided to take a chance on the owner's hospitality and just go on in and use the phone, calling collect. He came out about ten minutes later and gave us the news.
" 'I called the auto club, and after giving me a long argument they agreed to come out for us, but they said it would be at least three hours before they could get a tow truck out here.'
"Before we had left the house that morning, Jane had packed some sandwiches and beer in the little ice chest that I keep in the trunk, and we decided to eat them there before taking Steve and Irene back to their car. There was a nice little patch of soft-looking grass under a tree at the side of the house, and we spread a blanket there for our picnic, inviting Steve and Irene to join us.
"It turned out that nobody was really too interested in the sandwiches, but the beer went down fast and, probably because of the heat of the day, those two six-packs we had brought had us all giggling and laughing before long. And then the fun started.
"Steve said something about Irene's boobs, Irene punched him in the ribs, and in minutes they had one hell of a wrestling match going. As they rolled around on the blanket, Irene's dress kept getting higher and higher, and pretty soon it became obvious that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. I had my arm around Jane, and she noticed my natural reaction to Irene's exposure, a growing hard on. She dug an elbow into my ribs, and we started our own wrestling match.
"Somehow we ended up in a four-person tangle, with Jane and me lying head-to-head but pointed in different directions, and Irene and Steve were down by my belt buckle somewhere. I didn't get a chance to see what they were up to, because Jane clamped her lips to mine and gave me a deep French kiss. I was just warming up to the kiss when I got a real shock. Someone pulled down my zipper, pulled out my stiff cock, and wrapped a pair of hot, wet lips around the head of it!
"I broke the kiss with Jane, raised my head a little, and looked down toward my waist to see what was going on. It was Irene giving me that beautiful head job, and Steve had her dress bunched up around her hips and his head was buried between her legs, his tongue busy on her delicious-looking cunt, licking up a storm.
"Jane didn't give me a chance to say anything about Irene's action on my cock. She grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head down hard, and again locked her lips on mine, her tongue searching deep inside my mouth.
"We lay there like that for several minutes, with Irene bringing me closer and closer to a climax with her loving tongue; then Jane suddenly sat up, breaking the kiss, and pulled off her slacks and panties. She sat down again, this time astraddle my chest. It was too much!
"I cupped the cheeks of her ass with my hands and pulled her forward, toward my face and hungry tongue, until her moistly red slit was only inches away. Then I slowly slid the tip of my tongue into her cunt, tasting her warm femaleness and feeling her body tense above mine. Going in only a fraction of an inch, I slid my tongue back and forth the length of her slit, then stabbed it deep into her cunt, bringing a little cry of pleasure to her lips.
"In and out I shot my tongue, faster and faster, until I could feel her body beginning to shake. Then, with a sudden lunge, she pressed herself against my face, just at the moment when those hot lips and loving tongue running over my cock brought me to a climax. My hips jerked in reflex as my body arched upward, driving my spurting cock deep into Irene's mouth, and I could taste the hot flood of love juice washing through Jane's cunt as she came.
"I fell back flat on the blanket, my muscles shaking with reaction to my release, but I wasn't given a chance to rest. It wasn't over yet.
"Before my cock had a chance to even think about going soft, Steve had pulled Jane away from me, off my chest, giving me no chance to object, and Irene was straddling me, her back to me, the hair between her legs brushing against the head of my cock, sending fire through it and new life into my body.
"I could hardly believe what I was seeing as her silky-smooth hand wrapped around my cock and set the head of it against the brown circle of her ass-hole. With a little squirming of her hips she slowly sank down over it. I watched in amazement as my stiff rod slowly disappeared into the brown, gleaming wetness of her ass-hole, being swallowed then bathed by a tremendous heat in her body. Soon she was all the way down on top of me, and as I used my hands on her hips to lift her up, to start a pumping action, I glanced over to see Steve on top of Jane, her legs up over his shoulders, wrapped around his neck as he jammed his big cock in and out of her ass! My Jane, taking it in the ass! We had never even considered doing such a thing! She sure seemed to be enjoying it, though, judging from the way she was forcing her ass against Steve's cock every time he lunged forward.
"My thoughts about Jane, and my observation of Steve bung-holing her, was broken as my attention was yanked back to what was happening to me as Irene began to pump her ass up and down on my cock, faster and faster. I looked down to where our bodies met and saw her lifting until I was almost completely out of her, only the head of my cock still buried inside her ass, the ring around the head of it exposed to the cool air, then she dropped down over me again until my balls were pressed tightly against the soft hairs around her cunt. What a feeling that was!
"Up and down she pumped, and I felt her body tighten and shudder once, then twice, as she climaxed. Obviously the stories I had heard that a woman couldn't get her rocks off from being fucked in the ass were wrong. Irene was certainly getting off, and my cock was buried as deep in her ass as it would go!
"When she came a third time I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her to one side, toppling her off me without pulling my cock out of her ass, which did a good job of twisting it around. I thought for a minute it was going to tear right off. Then I was on top of her, matching Steve's position on Jane, with Irene's legs up around my neck, bringing her ass up tight against me.
"For a minute there was mass confusion as we got everything in the right place, then her legs were over my shoulders and her sharp fingernails were digging into the skin of my waist as she held herself tight against me, pulling me deep into her ass as I lunged away, pumping as hard as I could, putting every possible ounce of strength, shove, and penetration into every stroke. I was getting my cock all the way into her ass, buried right up to the base, and the feeling was better than any cunt in the world. Hot and tight as a virgin, with that little ring of muscle milking my cock with every stroke.
"Irene seemed to be going through one long, continuous climax, then my body seemed to explode as my cock jerked and pumped inside her ass, flooding her with my hot juice. When it was over she rolled away from me, onto the grass, fighting for breath, too exhausted to speak. I wasn't exactly rested, either, and when I glanced over to see how Jane and Steve were doing, I saw an old Ford pickup parked in the driveway and a couple of young hippie-types were standing on the porch, looking at us, all smiles. Steve and Jane seemed to be finished, too, although Steve still had his cock buried in her ass.
"When they saw that I was looking their way, the hippie couple walked over to where we were lying, exhausted, and the guy offered me a drink of the beer he was holding. I took it with silent gratitude, my mouth too dry to speak, then got up and began to dress. He looked at me, still smiling, then spoke for the first time.
" 'Say, the next time you cats want to do a little balling, just go on in the house and use the bed. It's softer than the ground. If we aren't here the door's always open, and if we are here, maybe we can join in. We can both dig that sort of action. Or any other that you can think of.'
"Both Steve and I thanked him as Steve and the girls got dressed, then we went back to the car and drove to where we had left Steve's broken-down wheels. None of us said much of anything on the way back, but when we were ready to drop Steve and Irene off, he hit us with this proposition.
" 'Look,' he said, 'I don't think I'd be wrong to say that you both enjoyed what happened this afternoon. I don't mean just the sex, but the anal bit. Right?'
"I looked over at Jane for a minute, saw confirmation of my own thoughts in her eyes, then nodded an affirmative to Steve.
" 'Well, we have this little club. Sort of a get-together on a regular basis of people who dig anal action. Ass-fucking, to be blunt about it. We think you and Jane would make good members, and we'd like to sponsor you.'
" 'Ah ... does the swapping, the changing partners, thing go with the anal stuff?' I asked.
" 'Yes. Usually. We believe that sex is something that should be enjoyed in all its forms, especially the anal form, and the best way to enjoy it to its fullest is with a variety of partners. That way you're able to sample all the various techniques and sizes, both of ass-holes and cocks.'
"We told them that we would think it over, and he gave us a card with the address of the house where the anal cult met, telling us that the next meeting when the full membership would be present would be on Wednesday night. He said that there would be some members there every night, but that Wednesdays were the big affairs.
"That night Jane and I talked it over, but we couldn't come to any conclusion. We were discussing it in bed, while we had a final cigarette. When she rolled over to put it out in the ashtray I snuggled up against her, my cock suddenly grown hard, pressing against her ass. She knew immediately what I wanted, and I guess she wanted it, too.
"By the time we were finished there was no further discussions needed. We were there for that Wednesday night meeting, and now we're permanent members. We've both found a new way of relaxing that sure beats the hell out of just driving around looking at the scenery!"
Although he never directly mentions it in his narrative, it is quite obvious that there are some serious difficulties in the marriage of Carl and Jane, difficulties which, had not their involvement in the sexual activities of the anal cult intervened, would probably have broken up their marriage before too much more time had passed, a situation which would have been most unfortunate, since in most respects they were quite compatible.
The problems they faced were not all their own fault. Today's marriage depends primarily upon the desires and personalities the spouses bring into it. Their personalities are originally shaped and formed largely by their parents and by the various forms of married life to which they were exposed as children, married life modes which often do not properly serve or suit the newlyweds of today's generation. These circumstances, combined with the greatly prolonged duration of the average marriage as couples marry at ever earlier ages and the average lifespan increases, compound some of the specific burdens of the modern marriage, burdens which are, to a great extent, responsible for the increase in divorces in today's society.
Whether the prevalence of actual marital maladjustment is greater or not to that of earlier years is uncertain. Because the marriage now depends so greatly on the marriage partners' personalities, the high prevalence of individual emotional and sexual maladjustment in marriage must be taken into account.
Modern statistics show that one out of every ten people in the United States spends some time in a mental institution, and the prevalence of personal maladjustment, which depends so largely on direct personality factors, obviously carries a commensurate incidence of instability. Of course, marriage can lend support and stability to an unstable partner, if the other partner is strong enough emotionally. But the increase of the marriage time span in this century requires that a successful marital relationship be adaptable to more stages and challenges of longer lives, which are the obvious breeders of boredom.
In today's sexually freer society married men and women depend more on their inner resources for successful adaptation because, compared with other cultures, there are relatively few social rules or rituals concerning marriage. In the United States of today society and religion generally concern themselves only with the beginning of a marriage, with the children born of that marriage, and with the eventual death or divorce which dissolves the marriage. Aside from registration of the newborn, society generally intervenes with a family only if gross mistreatment of children is made evident. Otherwise, marital partners are on their own to mesh their personalities and sexual desires into the kind of bond and coalition they desire and are capable of; but, it must be remembered, their capabilities may often fall short of their desires.
If this happens, they may seek help through counseling, which is available only to a very limited extent despite the proliferation of marriage counseling agencies, they may live on in conflict and disharmony, or they may seek a divorce. A fourth alternative, one not often mentioned in psychological studies of marriages, is the involvement in more esoteric forms of sexual behavior outside the marriage, such as "swinging" or "wife-swapping." In effect, this is the type of situation Carl and Jane have become involved in, and there is an excellent chance that their involvement will provide that fourth alternative and thus save their marriage.
The personalities, sexual ambitions and desires, and socio-cultural values these two individuals have brought to their marriage are of more value in determining the nature of their relationship than are their hopes, dreams, and intentions during their courtship period.
This situation is quite common in today's industrialized society, where marriage and offspring have shifted during this century from being economic advantages and even necessities, to being economic liabilities. The basis for marriage and for marital continuity has changed from tangible issues to the intangible necessities and requisites of companionship, encompassing physical, intellectual, affectional, and social facets. Although the partners can share the economic burdens, they rarely can do so side by side, as they would in dividing complementary tasks on a farm.
Partners choose each other by and large on the basis of their feelings and hopes. Among the less conscious motivations and unrealistic factors that lead to marriage are many neurotic tendencies and needs. Most common among these is probably the use of marriage to achieve independence from the family which the young man or woman cannot accomplish as an individual. Marriage, in this situation, is merely an escape from an apparently intolerable situation. But it is an escape into what usually becomes another intolerable situation, if not worse.
This brings to the marriage a certain dependency of needs, which are-likely to result in expecting parental care from the spouse. Another such factor is social pressure, especially on girls, from one's family or friends, that marriage at a certain age is an essential earmark of success in life.
Not all unconscious or external determinants need be unsound, though. The choice of a marital partner is a complex process, and a certain intuitive sense of personality fit between two people seems to operate effectively at times, even if neither spouse can account for it explicitly. There are many paths to a successful marriage, sound and unsound foundations for family life, but spouses can build sound relationships even if they have united for ill-considered reasons. One of the chief criteria for a successful marriage is that it further the individual's growth and the growth as a unit. While Carl and Jane have not formed a successful marriage, by normal standards, their relationship with each other and with the anal cult has led to a sexual and personal growth situation which has stabilized their marriage, and it can therefore be termed a satisfactory adjustment.
"It had been Irene's idea for us to go on a picnic that day, and while I wasn't all that enthusiastic, I agreed. When the car broke down out in the middle of nowhere, with absolutely no traffic to flag down for help, I got a little hot. Later, though, after we had met Carl and Jane, I was pleased, to say the least, that we had gone. I wasn't even too unhappy about the repair bill I got on the car later that week.
"I don't claim to be a trained psychologist, or anything like that, but after talking to Carl for a while, and listening to Jane and Irene talking, it became pretty obvious they were so bored with each other's company that they were dying to meet somebody new. I gathered that, because of Carl's job, they didn't have many friends or acquaintances. Right away I got the idea of curing that by introducing them into the cult.
"Carl and I had a lot in common, so we hit it off right away. Jane, bless her heart, seemed to be as lacking in the normal female jealousy and cattiness as Irene, which was a necessary element if they were to join the cult. After all, you can't very well be jealous and still agree to share your husband, or wife, with others. Especially when the sharing goes two ways, and involves getting or giving it in the ass. That sort of jealousy causes nothing but hassles, and we're careful not to let people who are jealous into the cult.
"The house we found was perfect for our, or I guess I should say, my plans. Deserted, but with a phone which I could use to call for help, and a little grassy area where we could relax for a while. The fact that Carl had a cooler full of beer with him to liven things up was an added extra attraction that did a lot to make things easier for all of us.
"I said something, I don't even remember what, about Irene's tits, and that started things moving. It was almost as if she knew what I was planning, and started the action just so I could succeed in my plans.
"She jabbed me in the ribs, a good, hard punch, and I grabbed her and started wrestling, tickling and biting her, a bit of action that always turns her on. She has a habit of not wearing any panties, and before long her skirt was bunched up around her hips, her hairy twat exposed for all the world to see.
"Of course, the only persons in the world there to see it, besides me, were Carl and Jane, and Carl's reaction was perfect. Even from where I was lying on the ground, trying to hang on to a twisting and turning Irene, I could see the bulge growing in the front of Carl's pants.
"Jane saw it, too, and proceeded to give him hell about it. Not shrewish hell, but playful hell, starting a wrestling match just like the one Irene and I were having. When they finally ran out of breath, which wasn't too long thanks to the way they were laughing, they were lying head to head, but pointed in opposite directions, and Irene and I were lying at right angles to them, with our heads right near Carl's waist.
"Irene's dress was, if anything, even higher, and her legs were spread apart, so I did the natural thing, forgetting, for a moment, about my plans. I gave her a big, juicy kiss right on the twat, sliding my tongue in until my chin was pressed tight against her wet cunt-lips. That really got her going, but not the way I expected. I had thought she would pull me around so we could have a little sixty-nine, but when I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down I realized that it wasn't mine.
"I looked up from my sexy lunch and saw her busy fingers pulling Carl's swollen cock out of his pants. She didn't waste any time playing around, but locked her lips around it and began pumping her mouth up and down. I knew that had to be getting to him. As I knew from experience, Irene could really give some head.
"That little piece of action seemed to have set Jane off. She jumped up from where she was lying, quickly pulled off her clothes, and sat down across Carl's chest, giving his tongue a shot at her twat. He went to it like a starving man, and I went back to licking away at Irene's cunt, switching back and forth between getting my tongue deep inside her and nibbling at the hard little knob of her clit, sticking out like a little female prick.
"It seemed as though everyone came at once. Everyone except me, that is. Irene jammed her twat down on my face, jerking away and getting wetter and wetter. Carl was moaning and groaning like someone was torturing him, then sighing like the torture had just been stopped, and Jane was giving out with little screams as she shoved her crotch tight against Carl's face. I could even see the muscles in her back knotting up as she came against his face. It must have been good for all of them, but now it was my turn.
"I lay there for a few minutes, until I was sure everyone was through getting their rocks. I didn't want to interrupt anything. When Irene finally let Carl's cock slide out of her mouth, and Carl let his head drop back away from Jane's twat, I was ready to make my move. I got up and took Jane by the shoulders, pulling her up and off Carl's face.
"For a second I thought he was going to object, but Irene took care of that. She got up and sat down over his prick, lining it up with her ass-hole, then dropped down over him, taking it all in at once. Irene's had a lot of practice at ass-fucking, and she knows how to relax her hole so that a prick can slide right straight in, without having to go slow to keep from hurting her. I guess that's why she's so popular at cult meetings. All the men seem to want a shot at her ass, and I can't blame them in the least. I go after it myself, and I don't have to wait for meetings. I get it every night at home, and I still dig it. She's that good.
"I pulled Jane over several feet from where Carl and Irene were now getting it on, laid a little kissing and nibbling on her tits to make sure that she was feeling rather than thinking, then lay her back on the grass. Her cunt was shining with a mixture of lubrication, come, and saliva, and was a tempting target. I'm a little different than most of the cult members, in that I don't really care what hole I put my prick in, as long as I can get my rocks off. I dig ass-holes, but not that much more than twats or mouths. I'll fuck a broad in her ear, if that's the only hole open at the time.
"Jane was still hot and ready, and I knew that I wasn't going to have any more trouble with her than Irene was having with Carl. She was ready to get fucked, and I don't think she would have minded if I had stuck my prick in her left nostril, just so it went in somewhere. She was that hot and ready. It wasn't her nostril I wanted, though. It was her sweet brown shit-chute.
"While I was making sure that Jane was ready for a dose of my aching prick I kept an eye on the action between Carl and Irene, and was happy to see that he really seemed to be digging her anal action. She was sliding up and down on his cock a mile a minute, bouncing like some kind of bucking bronco rider in a rodeo, and he was puffing and panting away like a steam engine. His hands were around her waist, helping her with the bouncing, and there was no doubt in my mind that we had at least one new recruit for the cult.
"Jane had her eyes closed and was rocking back and forth, side to side, waiting for me to stick it to her. I didn't let her wait any longer.
"She was ready and willing as I lifted her legs, fitting them on top of my shoulders, and settled forward, sliding the end of my prick into the crack of her ass. When the head of it pressed against her tight hole her legs clamped down on my neck, hard, and for a moment I was afraid she was going to try to stop me. Then she relaxed, and I began to push, trying to get through her anus and into her ass.
"She was too tight, though, and without lubrication there was no chance I could get into her without hurting both of us. I lifted away from her a little, letting my prick slide out of her ass-crack, and stuck a couple of fingers into her twat. I slid them around and in and out for a couple of minutes, picking up lots of her juice. When I thought my fingers were wet enough I slipped them out of her twat and rubbed them over the head of my prick, getting it good and wet, then spread the rest over and around her ass-hole, sliding one finger in a little bit just to see how it felt.
"It must have felt damn good to her, because her body jackknifed a foot off the ground and she let out with a loud moan when my finger slid in. If I got that much reaction just from a finger, what would she do when I stuck my prick into her?
"When I had both of us good and wet I sent my hands back to her hips, holding them in place with her ass raised up off the ground, and again leaned forward, pressing my prick against her. This time she knew what I was doing, and she showed me that she was ready for it by reaching down, grabbing my prick, and directing it right up to her rosy little ass-hole. There wasn't any question about her willingness to take it there.
"Even so, I took it easy going into her, sliding my prick in a fraction of an inch at a time, letting her get used to the feel of it and letting her ass-hole stretch and adapt to the size of it. Going that way, it must have taken me two or three minutes to get the head of it inside of her, two or three minutes that brought me right to the point of shooting.
"I stopped moving for several long seconds, holding completely still while I got my body under control and drove back the demands of my prick. It wasn't easy, but I managed it. That's when I started shoving again, a steady push on my prick that sent it all the way into her ass.
"When I hit bottom I thought Jane was going to explode. Her legs locked tight around my neck again, pulling her body, her ass, toward me, pulling her ass right up against my crotch. I had a couple of fingers in her twat, working both it and her clit over while my prick was busy in her ass", and I could feel the muscles in her twat jumping and contracting around my fingers just as her clit disappeared into her flesh with the coming of her orgasm.
"It must have really been good for her, judging by the way her body was twisting and rolling around on the ground in front of me, and by the bruises I had on my neck and shoulders the next day. Somehow I knew, though, that she was one of those women with the capacity to come and come, over and over again, so I continued to hold back my own climax, starting a slow sliding of my prick in and out of her ass, fucking her back entrance as gently and lovingly as any other man would screw her twat. Because I wanted more of her ass-hole in the future, I made sure that she got just what she needed that afternoon. A really good screwing.
"I was thinking hard about intentionally going slow with Jane for two reasons. To make it especially good for her, and to hold back my climax for as long as possible. I guess, actually, that they were both the same reason.
"Anyway, in thinking about it, I decided to try something a little different. On one upstroke, pulling my prick back out of her ass, I let it come back all the way, completely out of her. I saw her eyes fly open in surprise when I slipped out of her ass, but they closed again and a big smile stretched her facial muscles as I moved it forward just a little and rammed it home in her twat, pushing the head of it right up to the end of her vagina in one swift lunge.
"Then, without pausing, I pulled it back out again and sent it sliding back into her ass-hole. I started a back and forth motion like that, one stroke in her ass, one in her twat, then back to her ass again, keeping the strokes slow enough to allow me to establish a smooth and constant rhythm, a rhythm that she was soon matching with her pumping hips.
"She was still coming every two or three minutes, each climax a little stronger than the one before, and after about five minutes I just couldn't hold out any longer. My balls felt as if they were about to explode with stored up passion. I couldn't hold onto that slow, steady rhythm. The desire in my body was too strong.
"I forgot about the alternating holes, forgot about her jerking cunt, and concentrated on slamming my prick in and out of her ass. Her anus was relaxed enough now, and her rectum was sufficiently lubricated so there was no need for me to take it easy to keep from hurting her. I could drive my prick in and out as fast as I wanted to, and that was pretty damn fast and hard.
"The sweat was pouring off my body and dripping down onto Jane's belly, and I couldn't seem to get enough air into my lungs. Then the end of my cock seemed to explode, pumping out a stream of come that burned all the way down my cock. That set off one last, tremendous orgasm in her, an orgasm so strong that she lifted her whole body off the ground with her hands and slammed it forward against me, driving my cock deep into her ass-hole and preventing me from doing any more pumping. I tried to draw back, to pull my prick out a little for one last thrust, but no matter how far back I pulled she followed me, keeping my prick deep inside of her. Her anal ring was contracted around my prick, and as her orgasm reached its peak it tightened so much that I thought I was going to scream from the pain. Even though it hurt, it squeezed the last drop of come out of me, finishing off my orgasm with a final jerk of my cock that left me completely drained and exhausted."
"To listen to him talk, you'd think that getting Jane and Carl to join the cult was all Steve's idea. Well, let me tell you, I had the same idea, and probably long before he did. As a matter-of-fact, as soon as I saw them pull up I began thinking about it, probably because I was thinking that the only thing that was going to cool Steve off, after all the trouble we had run into with my picnic idea, was a good fucking. That's one of the reasons I love Steve. It doesn't matter how mad he may be, all I have to do is wave my ass at him and he gets over his mad right away. I guess you might call him pussy-whipped, or, in our case, ass-whipped, but whatever you call it, I dig it. We don't have many serious arguments, and we both get all the fucking we need, and then some.
"Anyway, all the time we were with Carl and Jane, looking for a phone, I was checking Jane out, and by the time we found that farmhouse I was pretty sure that she was ready for a little anal activity. She didn't come right out and say it, but I got the idea that she was pretty bored with Carl, even though she still loved him as much as she ever had, and he was feeling the same about her. They needed a little variety, and I figured I had just the answer for her. Our anal cult. If that didn't put a little variety in their lives, nothing would.
"So, when we started that little picnic thing, and had all drunk enough beer to get sort of giggly, I was looking for an excuse to start something. Something that would lead to sex, and an involvement of Carl and Jane in a little anal stuffing. Knowing Steve, I figured it wouldn't be long before I found my excuse, and I was right.
"We were sort of joking around, and he said something about me having tits-like a pair of Buick bumper guards. That was all I needed. I gave him a hard poke in the ribs and that started the wrestling match. Before long Carl and Jane were at it, too, just as I had planned, and there was the scent of sex in the air. I had deliberately let my dress crawl up my legs until Carl couldn't help but notice that I didn't have anything on under it, and his instant hard on told me that, if only Jane would cooperate, I could get that hard on inside my ass.
"Jane was no problem at all. She had a lip lock on Carl when Steve started in on me. He's always horny, so it didn't surprise me when his tongue went to work on my pussy. To be honest, I guess I'm just as horny as he is, and it sure did feel good, that slightly rough tongue of his licking at my clit and probing around in my pussy.
"After all the wrestling around, we had ended up with my head right down by Carl's crotch, so it was the most natural thing in the world for me to reach out and pull his zipper down. The minute I did, his cock pushed his shorts out through the opening; a little manipulating with my fingers and it was right out there in the open, sticking out of his pants like a flagpole with a little circle of hair around the base taking the place of grass. It was a pretty good-size tool, too. About seven inches long and a little over an inch thick. Not too big to get in my ass, but big enough that I was going to feel it going in.
"I wrapped my fingers around it for a couple of seconds, savoring the heat that was radiating from it, then I bent my neck a little to bring my lips into position, opened them a bit, and let the head of it slide into my mouth. There was already a little drop of seminal fluid on the tip of it, tasting hot and salty, and just like an aphrodisiac it began sending messages of fire through my system. Messages that flashed down to meet the messages that were being sent upward by Steve's tongue in my cunt. Where they met, in the center of my body, it felt as if someone had set a fire.
"I had been lying on my side, with Steve's head between my legs, but I couldn't get a good shot at Carl's cock in that position, so I began to shift around, and Steve moved right with me, never missing a lick. I ended up lying on my stomach, with Steve underneath me at sort of an angle, his head raised between my legs so that his tongue could get all the way into my pussy. In that position I could do just about anything I wanted with my mouth, so I did what was necessary, sliding my lips down over Carl's cock until the head of it was tucked away at the back of my mouth.
"Carl's cock was one of those ridged ones, with lots of veins right up under the skin making lots of little bumps on it, and I traced every one of those bumps and ridges with my tongue as I slid my mouth up and down over it. I didn't realize just how hot Carl was, or I would have taken it a little easier and slower.
"Long before I thought he was ready, just as Steve's tongue was giving me my first climax, Carl's cock seemed to grow even larger, then a hot stream of come gushed out of it and down my throat. For a second I gagged on it, then I got my throat muscles working, swallowing, and I sucked every drop out of him.
"I didn't know it at the time, but quite by coincidence Jane was coming at the same time as Carl and I. We all did our thing as the orgasms shuddered their way to completion; then all of us sort of relaxed to catch our breath. I figured that if Jane was going to stop me, now was the time, when she saw what I was doing to her husband. She didn't say a word, though, and neither did Carl when Steve pulled her off him, leading her a few feet away from where we had been lying for a little fucking. Steve's good, and I knew that he could make Jane really dig getting it in the ass. That left it up to me to make Carl dig it, a task I was looking forward to.
"Carl was just lying there, looking like the world had come to an end with his orgasm, so I took the initiative. I climbed up on him, facing his feet so that he would be able to see just what was going on, and eased my body downward until I felt the head of his cock slipping between the cheeks of my ass.
"I've been taking it in the ass for quite a few years now, and I learned a long time ago how to consciously relax my anus so that a cock will slide in without any trouble. It's sort of like the way you unconsciously relax when you take a shit, but without the rectal pushing that's necessary to force the turd out. That's why, as soon as I had shifted around a little to get his cock in just the right position, I was able to just sit down, letting it slide right up my ass.
"Because I was facing away from him I couldn't see the expression on Carl's face, but I had a pretty good idea of how he was reacting. When I slipped the ring of my anus down along the shaft of his cock, his feet stiffened and his toes sort of curled up, and I could feel the muscles in his thighs bunching up underneath me.
"I was just guessing about how my actions were affecting Carl, but there was no guessing necessary about how it was getting to me. That big cock of his felt so good shoved up my ass that I wanted to cry and scream and yell. Instead, I began to lift up and then drop suddenly down, sliding my ass along the full length of his cock, and at the same time I used my fingers on my clit and in my cunt to bring me to the point of coming even sooner. I was in a hurry to climax, hoping that a climax by me would be matched by Carl.
"It was only a few minutes before Carl got the idea and began to take a little direct action of his own. His fingers dug into the flesh at my waist and began to help me lift up and down, setting the rhythm of my movements, and his hips began to jerk a little under me, slamming that last little bit of his cock into my ass with each stroke.
"I knew it wasn't going to be long before I came, and somehow I knew that Carl was holding back, that it was going to be quite a while before he got his rocks off, so I just let myself go, and about three strokes later every muscle in my body tightened up, and with what felt like skyrockets going off in my mind and a hand grenade in my belly I came and came and came. I jammed my ass down hard on Carl's crotch, trying to get every fraction of his seven inches inside of me, and he cooperated by arching his hips upward and pulling me down tight with his hands.
"After that it was only necessary for me to get him to come, and I knew we had him hooked into the cult. He had his own ideas about how he was going to come, though, ideas that I was all in favor of.
"Without taking his cock out of my ass, in a move that I wouldn't have thought was possible before that day, he pushed me to one side, then rolled me completely over so that he was lying on top of me with my stomach pressed into the grass. He pumped away at me a couple of times, driving deep, but I guess that wasn't quite what he wanted.
"After one particularly hard lunge he slid his cock all the way out of my ass, and the feeling it gave me when my anus popped closed almost made me come again. Then, with hands that were by no means gentle, he grabbed my hips and rolled me over underneath him.
"I guess he had been watching Steve as he was fucking Jane, because he matched Steve's favorite position, kneeling between my legs with my calves on top of his shoulders and my ass raised to press against his cock. He gave me a look that seemed to be asking if I approved, so I gave him a big smile, and when I did he stuck his cock back up against my anus and, with one steady shove, buried it all the way into my ass again. This time, for some reason, I really felt the size of his cock, and I know that I screamed when it hit bottom. It just felt too damn good for me to keep taking it quietly.
"Carl must have been watching Steve pretty closely while Steve was ass-fucking his wife, because he screwed me just the way Steve always had, but better. His cock was driving in and out of my ass, and he had both hands down at my pussy, the fingers of one hand sliding in and out of my cunt, the fingers of the other playing with my clit. Then he added a little extra touch of his own. With each downward stroke he would rise up a little off his knees, and when he did that, his cock, refusing to bend inside of me, would put hard pressure on the walls of my rectum, pressure that was matched by his fingers inside my cunt. It was wonderful, and I knew that it must have been getting to him as well.
"His chest was heaving and pumping, almost as strongly as his cock was pumping in my ass, and his face was gleaming with sweat. With every lunge, a little grunt would escape from his lips, and I could feel both the heat and size of his cock growing in my ass with each passing second.
"Then his mouth was open and gasping, groans and moans mixing with the whistling of air through his throat, and I felt his boiling hot come splashing around inside my ass, wetting down the walls and making it even more slippery inside, making his sliding cock move quicker and quicker.
"When I felt that, I let myself go and had an orgasm that was the best of the day by far. The fever that had been filling my body had gathered in a tight, burning little knot in my belly, and all of a sudden that knot exploded and I saw nothing but red stars and yellow sheets of flame for long seconds as my body pumped itself dry.
"When it was all over and we were all lying there, completely exhausted, before anyone noticed the farm owners watching us, I remember thinking that Carl and Jane were going to make a fine addition to the cult, and that I was going to have to arrange a regular schedule, just so I could get more of that wonderful cock of his in my ass. It hasn't been easy, since a lot of other members seem to feel the same way now, but I still manage to get my share, and, believe me, I love every minute of it."
Out of all the people I interviewed at the cult, Steve, Irene, Carl, and Jane seem to be the ones who have made the best adaptation, who have established the best mode of life to control their various problems. The boredom that was troubling Carl and Jane has been alleviated by their entrance into the cult, and the highly developed hyper-sexuality of Steve and Irene has found an outlet both in their anal cult activities and in their recruiting of new members. Both couples seem to have come to grips with the guilt reactions that normally follow activities such as this, and, in coming to grips with their guilt, they have formed a much more stable relationship.
In the final study we will examine the entrance of a young man into the anal cult who had no apparently serious psychosexual problems. Instead, his attraction to anal activities stemmed from a growing problem in our society: cultural and social alienation.