Chapter 4
We saw the gathering before we arrived.
Jack Deering, the number-two man in Eldridge's office, lived a few blocks down the hill from Mason and Irene, and the route there took us past a vacant lot, one street up, where we could look down into Deering's sprawling patio and pool area. I spotted Irene, though not Mason, among the eight or ten people standing and sitting around, drinks in hand.
"Looks like we're the last ones," Sandra said~a little bitchily, since I'd delayed our departure by hunting through the still-unpacked boxes for a particular pair of socks.
"I think Mason said there'd be six couples, including us," she went on. "And if you're lucky you'll either get Irene again, or Jack's sister. She's married to some guy in real estate, and they were the last couple to join before us. From what I hear, the other women coming tonight aren't anything very special."
"And what about you?" I asked. "If you're lucky, you'll get another guy you can just suck off and be done with, huh?"
She threw me one of those don't-be-stupid smiles. "Mason runs the club, Tommy, no matter where they get together. And Mason wants me. And as long as I can keep him from blowing his top when I... when I don't cooperate at the last minute..."
"Good luck, you frigid bitch," I snarled. "I hope tonight you screw it up, and he fucks you half to death!"
Things were still in the drink-and-flirt stage when Myra Deering ushered us through the house to the outdoor recreation area. And Myra was indeed not "anything very special." A rather mousy brunette, she appeared to be in her late thirties.
Of the others there, none appeared to be as young as Sandra and I, but none looked to be very far along in middle-age, either. Eldridge may have been the oldest; Sandra had told me he was forty-two.
Deering, our host, was a short, dark, tense-smiled man who waved a cigar as he talked briefly and pointlessly with Sandra and me, then began the introductions:
"Folks, this is Sandy Beck, from the office, and her husband Tom. You kids know Mason and Irene, and you've met Myra now... That's Rex Cahill over by the palm tree, feeling up Laurel Skowron." He pointed to a thin, intense-looking man who was indeed mauling the thinly covered tits of a tall, hatchet-faced redhead. They both smiled and nodded, but without interrupting their fun for even a second.
"My sister Alice, over here with Mason, is Rex's wife..." Alice Cahill was beautiful, in a dark-haired, pale-skinned, sensitive way. She and Eldridge were seated facing each other, just talking, but I wondered at once how he was managing to keep his hands off her moon-white tits, glowing in the low-necked lavender blouse she wore above skin-tight white bellbottoms. "... and that's Vic Skowron over there, sneaking up on Irene's pretty little ass."
Irene, standing near the pool, laughed happily as she glanced over her shoulder at Skowron, a tall, burly man in black slacks and T-shirt, who hac now moved up to grasp her hips from behind and grind his crotch against her with comic exaggeration, growling loudly, while he undressed Sandra with his dark eyes.
"That leaves Don Harvey," Deering went on, nodding toward a youngish but prematurely balding guy who stood by a portable bar with Myra Deering, mixing fresh drinks, "and his wife Sharon."
As he turned toward the poolside chair where she sat, Saron Harvey rose and moved into the curve of Deering's arm, smiling at me with open approval. I tried to return the look, but my heart wasn't in it, really. Or at least my cock wasn't. She was a plumpish, short-haired blonde with heavy glasses ... possibly quite attractive on her own, but by contrast with Alice Cahill and Irene Eldridge, she lost all appeal.
As Myra brought us drinks, Eldridge and Alice moved toward us, Eldridge slipping an arm casually around Sandra. Alice moved in so close to me that I could see clear down the cleavage between those snowy swells, and looked up at me with a smile that said she could hardly wait to show me more.
But then Deering began to speak again, in a quiet-on-the-set voice, and Alice turned to listen, leaning back against me easily, as if we'd been to bed together a dozen times already.
"As you all know, I guess," Deering announced, "this is an initiation meeting. So keep things sort of cool while you finish your drinks, and don't set up your own pairings once we go inside. The Mdridges are sponsoring Sandy and Tom, so Mason will start things off when it's time."
Sandra looked worried as she turned back to face Eldridge, the others beginning to converse among themselves in pairs or foursomes. "Mason, you didn't tell me about any initiation business! I thought we were just ... "
Eldridge's smile was flinty. "Drink your drink, dear, and stop worrying. You're going to enjoy every minute of it." He had both arms around her now, his hands locked at her waist, his forward arm snugged tightly between her tits. "You're not having second thoughts, are you, Sandy? It's much too late to back out, I'm afraid."
Sandra struggled helplessly in his embrace, slopping her drink, and looking about fearfully to see if anyone was watching. Her eyes, when they met mine, were narrowed and a little wet-looking. "Tom, I think we ought-" I turned abruptly away from her, slipped my arm around Alice's shoulders and strolled away along tiie pool, not once looking back.
"What's going to happen?" I asked, when we were out of earshot of Sandra and Eldridge.
"To her, or to you?" the dark-haired beauty teased, fluttering her lashes as she looked up at me and snuggled close.
"To her," I said, pausing to bend down and kiss her pert nose lightly. "Fm game for anything, myself; as long as you're involved in it."
Alice giggled. "Well see," she said. "But if you can't kiss any better than that..."
My lips were sore, and my cock a vibrant time bomb in my bulging fly, by the time we all moved inside, to a spacious rumpus room with broad, firm, armless couches lined up along three walls, except where a flagstone fireplace broke the pattern at one end. The fourth wall was solid windows, facing the pool, but now heavily draped. Indirect lighting imparted a hazy glow to the room, and to the faces of the swappers as they gathered there.
Alice steered me to a couch opposite the fireplace. Irene, Rex Cahill and the two other couples took places against the long wall ... silent, watchful, not touching one another now.
Eldridge and Sandra came in last, and he was still holding her tightly. She wasn't exactly fighting him, but her reluctance and fear were obvious.
He brought her to the center of the room, and Jack Deering got up quietly behind them to close and apparently lock the single door, then resumed his seat beside Sharon Harvey.
"Now, Sandy," Eldridge said, turning her to face him fully, "let's begin just as we have before. I've told these nice people about your technique, and they're all very interested in a demonstration." "Mason, I.... You can't..." "Undress, Sandy."
There was a sense of absolute power in Eldridge's voice as he spoke now, and Sandra trembled, her face crumpling. Did he have her hypnotized somehow? Or was he holding some secret knowledge over her head ... some form of blackmail that I couldn't even guess at?
Whatever it was, she began to undress. Her clothes, as she removed them, were taken from her by Irene, and piled neatly on a vacant couch by the fireplace.
Eldridge stood with his back to the draperies. Alice and I were on his right, and thus on Sandra's left as she faced him, her back toward the other couples.
There were murmured comments and one low whistle as Sandra took off her bra and panties, and Alice moved closer against me, her hand creeping up my thigh to stroke my swollen cock through my pants.
Sandra was kneeling in front of Eldridge now, using both hands to unzip his fly and work his long, rigid prick into the open. Now she held its base between thumb and fingers, her other hand trembling, even as she gripped the side of his trousers to prevent it.
"Suck it, Sandy," her employer said tightly. "Show everybody how you get me to blow my nuts before I'm ready to."
A shudder ran through Sandra's crouched form, jiggling her tits a little. But she moved her head forward, opening her lips to enclose the purplish head of Eldridge's slim, gristly prick. Her cheeks worked as she began to tongue it, and gradually to slide forward on its length, taking more and more in until he gripped the sides of her head and held her fast, his hips taking over the action.
Alice had my cock out now, and was stroking and teasing it with both hands. I had slipped an arm around her ... never taking my eyes from the scene of Sandra's humiliation ... and was fondling her breast through her blouse and bra when suddenly a new pair of hands interfered, taking my right one from Alice's tit and placing it on a larger, totally bare tit beyond.
It was Laurel Skowron. She had undressed completely, without my noticing, and now knelt on the couch on the far side of Alice, smiling hot-eyed at me as she fitted my fingers around a big, spongy nipple.
So I brought my left hand up to play with Alice's tits, and left the other to the naked redhead as I turned my eyes back to Sandra and Eldridge in the center of the room.
His hips were moving with a steady beat now, driving his cock into her mouth almost entirely, then pulling back till only the head was enclosed by her clinging lips, then shooting in again....
But then another naked body blocked my view, as Irene moved in front of me to sit on my left. She pulled my left hand from Alice's tit and placed it on her own ass as she bent over my lap and began to tongue the head of my cock.
Alice stood up, and as Irene's hands replaced hers, she began to undress, standing just to one side so I could watch her, and Sandra and Eldridge at the same time.
Eldridge's hips were beginning to jerk spastically now, breaking rhythm, and his face showed strain. And Sandra had stopped being passive; as his hands clenched and unclenched in her hair, she had begun to move her head, working a little twist into her suckstrokes. One of her hands kneaded his buttock, and the other was at his crotch, cupping and squeezing his balls through his trousers.
"Stop now, Sandy." Eldridge spoke clearly, and loud enough for all of us to hear. "Stop, so I can fuck you properly."
She went right on, her head beginning to move faster, and she began to emit passionate moans, though I was all but certain they were faked.
I saw that Vic Skowron had risen from the couch and was moving quietly, calmly toward the couple in the room's center. When he was directly behind Sandra, he smiled at Eldridge, who returned a slow nod.
"Sandy," Eldridge said now, "I'm going to give you five seconds to stop. One..." She only gripped his ass with both hands, her head moving even more fervently, her face straining with the pressure she was exerting on his cock.
"Two ... Three ..." His voice betrayed growing strain, and his hips began to twitch again in response to her avid suction.
"Four..."
"Fi-"WHAP!
Sandra's head was snapped viciously to her left by a full-swung blow, the flat of Skowron's hand against the side of her face. She toppled, falling toward me, to lie stunned at Eldridge's feet.
"Bring.some cushions." Eldridge said calmly to Myra Deering, his cock standing out stiff and gleaming before him. Myra had risen now, looking not a bit concerned for Sandra, and she produced four good-sized black scatter pillows from behind the couch where she'd been sitting with Don Harvey.
Sharon Harvey had risen, too, and was hastily undressing, her eyes on me and the three women already clustered around me. For Alice, who had paused to watch the abrupt discipline administered to Sandra, had now gotten fully naked and was squatting over one of my feet, kissing my leg as her hands guided my big toe back and forth in the slot of her loins, pressing it rhythmically against her clitoris.
Sandra had begun to blink and stir, but she didn't struggle or protest beyond a low whimper when Skowron bent over her, rolled her onto her back, then grasped her ankles and lifted her to a shoulder stand so that Eldridge could place two pillows beneath her hips, and the other two side by side for his knees.
Rising, Eldridge then began to undress, standing facing us, just past Sandra's splayed feet. I thought I saw her tense a little as her eyes focused and she, too, watched him pull the clothes from his lean, hard-muscled body.
But then my view was blocked by the paste-white, plump and jiggling body of Sharon as she moved past Alice to crouch beside Irene on my left, took her full-to-bursting tits in her hands and began to rub their broad-based, gumdrop-firm nipples tantalizingly along my left thigh.
Suddenly my attention to Sandra's plight was shattered, as for the first time I fully realized my own situation. Here I sat, surrounded by four naked women, all crowding in and cooperating to give me erotic ecstasy.
And now Myra Deering was naked, too, and moving across the room toward me. But where could she possibly fit in? My right hand was busily bobsledding over the snowy tits of Laurel Skowron as she peppered kisses and caresses on my shoulder, face and chest; my right leg and foot were the sensual domain of Alice Cahill, who seemed to be coming now as she squirmed wildly on my toes, holding my knee between her pert, hot breasts. On my left, Sharon was working up a case of fuck-fever against that leg, and my hand was thrust deep in the clutching, writhing asscrack of the golden Irene as she squeezed and rubbed my balls like a squaw making fire without matches, and her Hazing mouth enveloped my cock in rhythmic frenzy.
Where would Myra fit in? I soon found out. She paused directly in front of me, blocking my view jost as Eldridge went to his knees between my wife's wide-pressed thighs; she flipped her own knees apart, half-crouching, and thrust her pelvis forward, her hands parting the dark curls and puffy Sps of her petite snatch to show me the wet, berry-red slash of her cunt's interior.
Then she stood straight and stepped forward, setting one foot on the front edge of the couch between my legs, just below my balls in Irene's eager grasp. She toppled toward my face, raising her knee to rest it on the couch's backrest by my left ear, then brought the other leg up on my right, so that she knelt on the couch-back over my face, her simmering cunt pressed to my lips.
All I could see now were Myra's sleek, rounded belly, spasming torso-front and swaying breasts, the straining arch of her throat... I closed my eyes.,. and came. I'm quite sure Myra came, too, for she flooded my mouth with warm goo and nearly crushed my head as she writhed on me, her plump clit grinding against my nose. And I was flooding Irene's avid mouth with cum, my hips smashing up to her ... Laurel had just then pulled my right hand down to her crotch, and she, too, may have come before our little tableau broke apart, and Alice either came then or was still coming, her hips pumping wildly, my first two toes grasped in her tiny, tight hole. Maybe Sharon made it too; I couldn't tell, and was too overwhelmed to care.
From then on, while I watched Sandra's initiation, my own continued as a blur of erotic heat and motion. Some woman's mouth was on my cock at all times. My hands, my feet, my knees even my elbows were kept busy almost constant! by unidentified tits, asses and snatches. I came to or three more times, and I'd be surprised if the were less than thirty orgasms among the five women who swarmed over me.
Yet they were careful always to leave my view unobstructed, as their husbands taught Sandra what swapping was all about.
When Myra had descended from her catbird seat atop my face, I saw that Eldridge had had more left than I'd guessed. He was still hard, apparently, and lay braced above Sandra's flushed and vibrant tits on stiff arms, his hips battering her. Every impact brought a sharp moan from her slack mouth. He kept driving her forward'off the pillows piled under her ass, and would then pause in pushup position, his cock's head still lodged between her cuntlips, while Skowron and one of the other men grabbed her ankles or knees and dragged her back into proper position.
This happened three times in rapid succession as I watched, but just when a fourth adjustment seemed to be needed, Eldridge shook his head sharply, dropped his chest heavily onto Sandra's tits, brought his hands up to her sides to crush them in beneath him, and began a jackhammer beat with his loins that ended in a straining, grinding, gasping seizure of orgasm, followed by four or five wide-spaced but shattering blows of his pelvis. He must have sprayed a quart of cum into Sandra's ravished fuck hole!
"You're next, Vic," Eldridge said quietly but clearly as he sat back on his knees, then rose. "And then Jack, Sandy. And then Rex... Do you hear me, Sandy?"
She moaned affirmatively, then turned her head to one side, bringing a hand up to her mouth as if tr» rut off a scream. .,, ...
"Id then Don," Eldridge went on, the sound of sadistic relish in his tone now, and then... "Well, Sandy, we'll see."