Chapter 7
By prior arrangement, Moe picked Angie up at her apartment promptly at seven. Before they left for his house, she kissed him passionately and thanked him for his generosity during their meeting at the office, but he shrugged off her thanks as though a thousand dollars was of no more valued than a box of chocolates.
"I have been blessed with good fortune." he told her as they went down on the elevator. "I am a very rich man, I have my health and I have a beautiful wife who loves me and I love her. A man who would not share such good fortune would be a fool."
Angie was impressed by his philosophy, whether it was Judaic or Christian, but she couldn't help seeing a contrast between his almost spiritual attitude and manner, and the fact that they were on their way to swing with his wife for the weekend. She guessed her failure to understand more clearly that the two could be possible together had something to do with her Christian upbringing with its polarization of blacks and whites with nothing permissible between.
As Angie got into the car, with Moe holding the door open for her, she allowed the hem of her dress to ride up. While he walked around the car to the driver's side, she raised it a little higher. When Moe sat behind the wheel, he smiled at her, put his right hand on the top of a sheer nylon and gave a gentle squeeze.
After that, he started the car and drove her to his home. While the car was in motion, he concentrated on driving. When they stopped for traffic lights, he took advantage of the pause to feel her thigh again. Angie sat close enough to him to permit that with ease, but not so close that she would interfere with his driving.
When Moe wheeled the long car into the circular driveway, Angie saw that the house looked as big and as impressive as Clay's. It excited her to be traveling in a circle of such wealth after her middle class suburban upbringing.
Moe led her to the house, opened the front door and after they had entered, she heard a lock click, then the door was closed. Under other circumstances the sound of the lock behind her could have been ominous, but not with Moe as her companion.
"Hello, Angie," a woman greeted her warmly, "I've been so anxious to meet you."
As the woman approached her, Angie saw that she was tall, probably six feet, and built proportionately, big but not fat, with boldly jutting breasts which Angie guessed would be firm even without a bra. like the rest of her, her legs were big, but beautifully shaped and she walked with an almost regal dignity. Despite her clear, youthful looking skin, Angie guessed the woman, Ruth, was in her mid forties, but beautifully preserved.
"Mmmmm, what a beauty you are, Angie," Ruth said as she reached her, took her in her arms and they kissed passionately. Before the kiss ended, Angie's firm buttocks had been rubbed and squeezed through her dress and panties and a tongue had visited her mouth to play an exciting little game with her. Doing a little exploring of her own, Angie discovered that Ruth, despite her size, was not wearing a girdle.
They adjourned to the living room where Moe went to get drinks for them. The women sat opposite each other, legs crossed, each showing smooth thighs to the other. When Moe returned with the drinks, he sat on the couch beside his wife and all three chatted.
The conversation quickly became sexual in nature and Angie guessed it would not be long before action replaced conversation. Instinct told her that Ruth was going to be a thrilling playmate, as would Moe, and her weekend would be one of continuing pleasure.
"Before we start, dear," Ruth told her, "there are a few things you should know. My husband is a wonderful man, he's all man, strong in the important matters, not just a gymnasium cowboy. I respect him more than I've ever respected any other man. Early in our relationship, he saw that there were times when I enjoyed being a very dominant woman. Out of his love for me, he agreed to try playing the subservient role for me when I was in the mood. Between such games, he is the ruler of the house, but when we play our special game, I am cruelly dominant and he is completely submissive Can you understand that?"
"I think so, Ruth. I've never taken part in such games, but it sounds like fun and I know your husband is a real man. I could see that the moment I met him."
"Fine, Angie. In a few minutes, we'll play the game and Moe will be my slave. I'm not sure yet which role I'll have you play. Tomorrow, things will revert to normal and we'll all romp as equal partners and the whole tone will be different, but no less exciting for all of us. I understand you've sucked Moe's prick, so you know how big it is. He really knows how to use it too, as you'll find out."
To Angie's surprise, the woman announced that she was going to leave them alone for a while and told them to have fun until she returned. how much time will we have to play?" Angie asked as she hurried to join the man on the couch.
"You can never be sure with Ruth, but I'd guess ten or fifteen minutes," he told her, not telling her that his wife would be watching from the darkened dining room through a crack in the folding doors and that when she was ready, she would burst into the room and punish them for what she caught them doing.
He took Angie in his arms and they shared many passionate kisses. While they kissed, they played, their hands busy, the hem of Angie's dress riding up above her hips as Moe fondled her bottom and rubbed a hand warmly in her crotch.
Moe paused in their play to take her dress off, then opened his fly to let his massive organ out to ease the strain of confined erection. Angie reached for it and was delighted to find that she could hold it comfortably in two hands, very comfortable for both of them.
Drawing her across his body, he quickly unhooked her bra and removed it. His hands ministered to her breasts, then he was lying on his back with one lush gourd stuffed into his mouth so that he could suck it while he fondled her silken buttocks, a hand pushed into her panties to stroke and squeeze the silken rounds he found there.
After a little while, he moved her a little so that she could feed her other breast into his mouth while his hand stayed in her clinging panties, exploring there and making her squirm with constantly growing arousal as she wondered how long they would be allowed to play and what would happen after that.
She felt a little sad when he turned his face away, releasing her breast, but then she felt his hands tugging her panties down and forgot all about being sad. As Moe stripped her panties down, she raised her body to assist him and then he was pulling them off her feet and she was naked except for her garter belt, nylons and shoes.
His arms wrapped strongly around her, his face warm and exciting on her tummy, then it was moving lower until he was nuzzling in her cluster of black pubic hair and she felt the warmth of his moist breath.
Moe moved again, his hands touched her thighs and they parted wide for him.
"You're so beautiful, Angie," he said with a sigh. "I can't stand to look at so much beauty, so I'm going to hide my face. I'm going to hide it in your lovely crotch."
Her reply was a moan of passion and then his face was buried in her crotch and her thighs rubbed his cheeks while she listened to the muffled sounds far down her hot, writhing body. His hands held her well fleshed hips, rubbing gently, then his mouth went into action as he began sucking the soft warmth of her tender cunt.
Moe sucked as beautifully as she knew he would and Angie hoped fervently that the woman would not disturb them, not until his mouth provided the orgasm she so wanted.
Her chances began to look much better when Moe's tongue penetrated her slit, licked hungrily, then went to her clitoris and began lapping it with a delicious touch, one which told her that climax was not far away.
He lapped her as well as she had ever been lapped, while his hands rubbed lovingly over her hips, belly and breasts, and then she tensed and poised on the very brink of explosion. His skilled tongue curled slowly around her clitoris and then climax swept over her, a thrillingly strong one which went on and on as the man took his tongue off her sensitized passion bud but his face stayed locked in her crotch as her thighs rubbed it while her legs scissored high above them.
"So this is what you do the minute I leave you alone with our innocent daughter," Ruth's voice shattered the mood and they looked up to see her standing beside the couch.
Her body still glowing from the delicious orgasm, Angie sat up and stared at the beautiful, commanding woman. She wore black bra and panties, a garter belt and sheer, black nylons which caressed firm, white thighs, so firm that the tops of her nylons made almost no indentation in her flesh. Black suspenders were taut against her white skin, emphasizing the whiteness of it. In her right hand she carried a black riding crop which she tapped against the knee length boots which caressed her legs so tightly that Angie wondered how she had managed to get them on until she saw the zipper on the inside of one.
"I ... I'm sorry, dear," Moe stammered, "I only meant to kiss her, but she's so beautiful I couldn't stop. I forgot she was my daughter, especially after I saw her beautiful big tits and her sweet ass. Once I opened her legs and saw her sweet little cunny, I just lost control and had to suck and lick it and make her come."
"Your story fails to impress me, you lowly beast. You will be punished and punished severely for lapping your daughter's cunt. As for you, young lady," she went on, turning to Angie, "I didn't see you doing much protesting. What have you to say for yourself?'
"N ... nothing I guess, Mummy. It was nice kissing Daddy, and then he was feeling me all over and making me so excited. Once I saw that huge prick of his, all hard and throbbing in my hand, I didn't want to stop. I guess if you hadn't caught us, I'd have wanted him to stick it' in my little cunt and give me a fuck. You know, the way he fucks you."
"What do you know about the way your father fucks me?" Ruth demanded, slapping the calf of her boot with the riding crop.
"Well," Angie replied, her mind racing for the right answer to contribute to the exciting mood the woman was weaving, "sometimes before the two of you go to bed, if tt looks like you're both getting hot and horny, I sneak into your closet and watch while the two of you undress and play with each other and then fuck. I especially love to watch Daddy sucking your cunt. You both look so exciting then, and then when he sticks that big long prick in your cunt and fucks, I get so horny I take my panties down and finger me little cunny until I have a come."
"So that's the way it is. Well young lady, I can see that more than one butt will be punished tonight Now get up, the two of you and march to my bedroom."
They obeyed at once, Angie's big breasts bobbing, then the woman flicked the riding crop and it kissed Angie's left buttock with a sting which drew a yelp from her and told her that a beating with the crop would be a painful experience.
Angie could feel the woman's eyes on her bottom as she walked up the stairs behind moe, and could feel the continuing sting which the leather tip of the crop had imparted to her cheek. She wondered if she would be able to stand a real beating with it, then thought of the prize which awaited her, five thousand dollars. For that, she vowed silently, she would endure a lot of pain.
As they reached the bedroom, Moe was ordered to strip naked and he did so, pleading with his wife not to punish him too severely and promising he would not do such a thing again. The eyes of the woman flashed as she rejected his pleas and told of how he would be soundly punished. And then he was standing naked and rubbing his buttocks with both hands as though he was already feeling the sting of her riding crop on naked buttocks.
"Look at you, you shameless creature," she went on, tapping his rampant penis with the riding crop. "You pretend to be sorry for your actions, you liar, yet I see how stiff your prick is and I know how you would love to stretch your daughter's little cunt with it. You will be well punished for your lying and for lusting after the body of this innocent child."
The speech and the tone in which it was delivered was exciting to the supposedly innocent Angie who looked anything but innocent as she slipped a hand into her hot crotch and rubbed it slowly over her soft vulva as passion flared hotly through her.
"Why you sexy little bitch," the woman snapped as she observed what Angie was doing. "How dare you play with your cunt so flagrantly in the presence of your own father. Just for that, you will be punished first."
Dropping the riding crop to the floor, she grabbed the protesting young woman by the arm and led her to an armless chair beside the bed. Seconds later, Angie lay across the big, firm, smooth thighs of the woman, tears spilling as the big hand spanked her naked posterior.
Ruth made it a slow spanking, each stinging slap followed by a squeeze of the firm cheek before the hand rose to slap down on the other side of her deep crack, then squeeze again. Angie sobbed through the early part of the spanking, then the slapping hand turned sobbing to crying.
After that, the woman spanked more rapidly and stopped squeezing the silken globes, concentrating on smacking brighter color and fiery heat into them. The more loudly Angie cried, the harder the woman seemed to spank, until, catching her husband's frown, Ruth looked down at the rosy red bottom of the young woman and told herself that Angie had taken enough for the time being.
The spanking finished, she stood Angie on her feet and watched, her big breasts rising and falling in her labored breathing as Angie used both hands to rub at the tingling in her outraged nether cheeks, the motion keeping her breasts swaying enticingly as both man and woman stared intently at the sobbing, naked beauty and thought their erotic thoughts of all that was to come.
But the next thing to come was Moe's punishment as Ruth made very clear by picking up the riding crop and calling the man to her. He approached her, his strong erection twitching as he looked at the cold anger that shone in her eyes, a look which always thrilled him so, no matter how often he saw it or how often she slashed his behind with her riding crop, making his scream and plead for mercy through the excruciating pleasure pain he had come to enjoy and, from time to time, to need.
This time though, Ruth added a new twist to an old game as she had Angie kneel on all fours on the bed with her naked, red behind arched not far from the foot of the brass bed.
"Now you filthy scum," Ruth snapped at her husband, "While I lace your butt with my riding crop, I'm going to keep reminding you that it was the lure of your daughter's beautiful body which brought you to this punishment. Bend over the foot of the bed and press your mouth between the cheeks of her red ass. The redness of her cheeks will be a reminder that you caused her to be punished. While you are being beaten, your tears will run down her crack."
Moe moved into position, but it wasn't quite right, so Ruth had Angie put her head down on the bed and raise her behind a little higher. That did it and the sobbing, trembling man was able to press his lips to Angie's anus and hold her thighs for support. Turning her head to the left, Angie was delighted to see that she could watch the action reflected in the big mirror there.
As he waited for the beating to commence, Moe used a very exciting tongue on the pink ring to delight Angie as she tried to keep her bottom from swaying as it wanted to do. She heard a quick intake of breath, then watched the riding crop swish and sting the man's arched behind. For a long time, it kept doing so as Ruth's harsh breathing blended with the sound of leather on naked skin and the equally exciting sound of Moe's crying. As Ruth had predicted, Moe's tears did find the crack between her tingling buttocks the most convenient route of escape as lie kept his face pressed against her and they were soon trickling through the warm valley and down into her crotch where they did nothing to cool her off as the woman kept swishing her riding crop across the naked behind of her husband until his throat became raw from crying.
As she dropped her riding crop, Ruth quickly pushed her panties down and pressed her belly against her husband's blazing hot behind, savoring the heat while Moe continued to cry with his face pressed between Angie's warm, tingling nether cheeks, hot tears still trickling down her crack.
"I hope neither of you are foolish enough to think I've finished with you," Ruth announced as she went on rubbing her tummy against the hot cheeks, then riding them in a way which made obvious what she would do if she had a penis.
Releasing her grip on his hips then, she gave him a stinging smack on one cheek, then pushed her panties down and stepped out of them, kicking them away, then she unhooked her bra and tossed it toward a chair.
The breasts which had looked so exciting in her bra, sagged a little, Angie noticed, but were still quite attractive and must have been a lot more so when the woman was younger, Angie thought. As she walked around the bed, Ruth had a hand on her vulva and it kept moving gently. As Angie sat watching, she thought of the heat the woman must be generating there and hoped she would get to test it with her mouth and tongue while it was still hot.
As she lay on the bed and opened her legs wide, the woman showed a hairy crotch but the big lips were pink and exciting, soft things to be kissed and licked and sucked, Angie thought.
"All right, you horny little bitch," Ruth told Angie, "get down on me and suck my cunt until I tell you to stop. As for you," she added, looking at her husband, get over here and suck and play with my tits while our daughter laps my cunt. Hurry unless you'd like to feel my riding crop on your butt again."
Ruth's knees were bent up so that as she hurried her face into the warm crotch of the woman, Angie was able to wrap her arms around firm thighs. There was a healthy aroma of musk in Ruth's crotch and Angie took a deep breath of it, then pressed her mouth over the warm, soft cunt and began sucking. As she did, Moe worked on his wife's big breasts with his hands and his mouth and between woman and man, they soon had Ruth moaning and sighing, her body perspiring as it writhed on the bed.
Angie's talented tongue soon brought the woman to climax and then her big behind was bouncing up and down on the bed while Moe continued to suck and fondle her massive breasts until she cried out for the two of them to stop.
But Ruth wasn't finished and it was not long before positions were reversed and Angie was fondling and sucking the big breasts of the woman while Moe sucked greedily in her crotch until she howled in orgasm once more, then sat up and announced that she had to go to the bathroom and that they were both to accompany her.
As Ruth sat her big buttocks on the toilet, Angie and Moe stood before her wondering what was going to happen next. They found out after she finished defecating and a look of excitement returned ot her face.
"The two of you will take turns wiping my butt," she informed them. "You first, Moe and you had both better be very careful to do a good job with the tissue or you may have to do it with your tongues.
Tearing off a strip of paper, Moe crouched beside his wife as she raised her bottom from the seat and carefully wiped her crack. After he dropped the paper into the bowl, Angie went to the woman and took her turn. After that, they both wiped the woman again and then she had them kneel behind her as she stood, bent from the waist, to part her big buttocks and ensure that her crack was really clean.
"Well, that was a lot of fun," Ruth announced with a smile, indicating that the punishment section of the weekend was over. "Let's go get some drinks now that we're all friends again."
Naked, they hurried to the bar and poured drinks. Both Angie and" Moe commented on how good the leather of the bar stools felt on their bottoms which still tingled from the beatings they had received.
"I must have seemed like a pretty cruel bitch," Ruth said with a grin, "but there are times when it's the only way I can get the really big kicks I enjoy."
"You were terribly exciting, Ruth," Angie assured her. "I'll look forward to playing the game with you again. Gee, the way you had us wipe your butt and then check your crack was really something. I've never done anything like that before."
"You'll experience a lot of new things as you meet the rest of our group, dear," Ruth told her. "I hope you'll enjoy them all. If you do, you'll qualify as a real swinger."
"I have a hunch I'm going to enjoy it all because I want to. Speaking of wanting, poor Moe must want to get rid of that beautiful big bone."
"Not permanently, I hope," Ruth gasped with a look of horror.
"I don't know about my cock," Moe said, "but I have a great fear that my balls will explode if I don't blast some of the pressure off pretty soon."
"That would be a tragedy, darling," his wife replied with feeling. "Tell you what, I'll lubricate this little angel's cunt for you, then you can bury your bone in that tight little cunt of hers. How does that sound, darling?"
"like it's Christmas and your both Santa Claus."
"Oh no," Angie protested, "you're Santa Claus with a lovely big toy for me, a toy called a magic giant fucker."
Angie would have gotten out of the comfortable chair in which she was sitting, but Ruth stopped her.
"The chair will do just fine, darling" Ruth said as she got up and went to her. "Just sit on the edge with your legs open and lean back. I'll do all the rest."
Angie obeyed eagerly, then Ruth was on her knees, one hand on a silken thigh, the other rubbing her warm, receptive vulva. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Moe went to stand behind the chair and, reaching over the back of it, he busied his hands with Angie's spectacular breasts. Her nipples responded almost instantly and his loving touch added immensely to the thrill of having her cunt lapped by a woman who knew her business and enjoyed performing it. The combined efforts of husband and wife brought Angie to a magnificently strong orgasm.
"Shall I lie on the couch for you now, Moe?" Angie asked when the delicious orgasm finally passed.
"You could and it would be great," he told her, "but it would be even greater to take you dog-style."
"Then that's the way we'll do it. Would you like to color up my ass cheeks a little first so they'd be warmer against your belly while you're fucking me?"
"What an angel you are, Angie. I've been dying to spank that beautiful ass from the first moment I saw it."
Moe hurried to sit on the armless chair and Angie went to him, rubbed buttocks which were still a little warm from the previous spanking, then she lay across his strong thighs and he gave her a brisk spanking, coloring her lush rounds and making them tingle so strongly that she knew the tingle would continue all through their fuck.
When she got off his lap, Angie quickly dropped to her hands and knees on the thick carpet, her knees wide apart to open the rear approach to her churning vagina. Before Moe could mount her glowing red bottom, his wife crouched behind her, held her hips with both hands and lovingly kissed her tingling rounds, then licked a hot crack between, her tongue teasing the little hole for a few seconds, then she got up.
While Moe got into position behind Angie, Ruth hurried around her, lay on her back and worked her way back until her face was directly under the lush breasts which dangled in pendulous beauty.
"There now, baby," she said and licked her lips, "while my husband rides your beautiful ass, I'll play with these luscious tits and suck them for you. There can't be another pair as beautiful in the whole world."
Ruth stopped talking then as she filled her mouth with silken breast and played with another. Just then, Moe's probing tool found her slit and began pushing up, stretching and delighting Angie as she felt it penetrate farther than anything ever had. She thought it was not ever going to stop and then she groaned as she felt the long cock stretch her uterus and knew that when he shot his juice into her, it would splash right into her womb.
"Oh Jesus," she groaned, trembling as Moe drew her buttocks back against his belly as he buried the strong, king-sized tool in her while his wife sucked and fondled her breasts, "there really is a heaven and I'm in it."
"I'll try to make it a little more heavenly, Angie," Moe told her as he pressed hard against her silken, tingling nether cheeks, "here we go now," he added as he drew his long tool slowly back, then began a delightfully slow ride of her lovely ass with more than eight inches of stiff, throbbing penis as his wife continued to play her games with the big, firm breasts.
As great a sex partner as Clay was, he had never given her such a delightfully slow, exciting fucking, she decided, a fuck so slow and thrilling that Angie climaxed quickly and strongly. While she was jerking and trembling through it, Moe held her tightly against him and loved the feel of her hot, silken buttocks rubbing against him.
He waited until she finished the orgasm, then his style changed and he rode her magnificent ass with the strength and speed of a stallion.
"Oh yes ... yes ... yes," Angie panted, "ride my butt just like that. Oh Moe, I've never been fucked so well ... pour it to me, lover."
Words were still pouring from her when his strong hands pulled her back against him and held her there as he twitched and jerked against her bottom while he shot spurt after strong spurt of semen so deeply into her that she expected to feel it in her throat. When she didn't, she wasn't disappointed as her entire being glowed.
The three romped through a wildly exciting weekend with lots of spanking, sucking and fucking, and when a very tired Angie prepared to leave, Moe had her hold her dress above her waist and tucked a rolled bill into the valley between buttocks still pink from a final spanking.
When she returned to her apartment, she found what she expected, a one thousand dollar bill, just a little bonus, as Moe had called it.