Chapter 15
It was a Friday night, exactly a month to the day after Jack Caspar's very first summons of the charter members of the Spanking Society, Ltd. But there was a very different atmosphere tonight in the living room of the bungalow on Cedar Street than there had been that very first time. One had only to look at slim Dorothy Tilden and see how lovingly she watched Matt bend over Marge Caspar, who was seated on the wide couch across from her, to understand just how much had happened in these four brief but exciting weeks. One had only to look at bespectacled black-haired June Wormsley who was cuddling on Pete Dudley's lap, his one hand grasping the back of her neck while his other burrowed under her red miniskirt, a fingertip slyly tickling the thick black curls of her cunthole through the gauzy white nylon panty briefs she had put on especially for this evening, just as she had the miniskirt. And Dave, her handsome black-haired husband, seated in an armchair with Eleanor Dudley's arms clinging tightly round his neck and French-kissing him while his left hand edged round her to cup a tittie and his right hand stroked the inside of her satiny, quivering thigh, very close to the hem of her black nylon panties, while taking time out to glance every so often at his wife and give Pete an approving wink.
And finally, one could watch Dorothy, herself, as Jack Caspar bent over the armchair in which she was sprawled with her legs crossed so that her short skirt hiked up to the tops of her charcoal-brown nylons, whispering into her ear and making her giggle while both his hands fondled her bubbies, to realize how many inhibitions these four neighboring couples had shed ...along With a lot of clothing and prudery and prejudices, since sexy olive-skinned Ella Courtnay had come to Glendview.
They had just watched one of two new stag films which Jack had shown, but the lights were still dimmed, and now Ella and her cousin Margaret Gorton entered the living room amid applause and ribald encouragements like, "Take it off, girls!-Let's see a real hot show now, better than that movie-Do sixty-nine, girls, show us how first cousins love it up among friends!"
Ella had her arm around Margaret's waist, and the two girls were whispering together. Ella's olive-skinned, provocative beauty was set off temptingly by Margaret's rather more buxom, pink-skinned lushness. She was about an inch and a half taller than Ella, with rounded, demurely dimpled face, a pouting, ripe mouth, dark blue eyes, and wore her sandy-colored hair in a long thick braid which reached to her waist. Her bubbles were closely spaced, high perched, and easily a size 38, and her bottom-cheeks very nearly had those same opulent dimensions. She wore high-heeled pumps, hot pants and a red satin bolero jacket, which left plenty of her baby-pink skin bare, and disclosed a deeply hollowed back and lusciously plump thighs and elegantly rounded calves. Ella's hot pants were red, while Margaret's were green, and here again there was contrast, for all that Ella wore beside the hot pants were sandals and a very skimpy black nylon bra, which showed off the nipples almost as plainly as if she had worn no bra whatsoever.
Last night, Margaret had "thanked" her "Uncle Jack" (though, to be sure, he was only theoretically an uncle through marriage) by sneaking into his bedroom while he and Marge were fucking, along with Ella beside her. And both girls had worn shortie nighties and they insisted on "watching the old folks at play."
Amused as well as incensed, Jack had drawn his prick out of his wife's pulsating cunt, leaving her unfulfilled and groaning for him not to pay any attention to the little minxes, locked the bedroom door and then proceeded to sit down in a straight-backed chair. First he pulled Ella across his lap, lofted her nightie and spanked her bottom scarlet till she wailed and kicked; and then he grabbed Margaret, who, wide-eyed, had watched her cousin's punishment with fascinated anticipation, and given her equal measure on her spaciously rounded pink-skinned ass until she was crying in earnest, also.
"So, Margaret, you wanted to thank me for my hospitality, did you?" he had chuckled as Margaret Gorton jumped from foot to foot and frantically rubbed her blazing bottom. "In that case, young lady, you can just crawl into bed there and finish Marge off by gamming her. And, you, Ella, you can take my edge off either with your mouth or in that hot pussy of yours, you've got your choice."
And so Marge Caspar had, half-scandalized and half-enchanted, wriggled and moaned and spread her legs while the tearfully blushing sandy-haired girl had gamahuched her, She had also watched her husband lie on his back while Ella clambered astride him, fitted his prick into her eager cunt and then slid down to take all of it to the very hilt, nestling tightly against him as her hands roamed under his bottom and she began to arch herself up and down till at last she took his gismic torrents into her seething sheath.
After that, Jack Caspar had commanded Margaret to suck his cock back to life and then emulate her cousin upon him, while it was Ella's turn to bring the blonde matron to her second feverish come. If anything, Jack Caspar had happily concluded, Margaret Gorton was even more of a swinger than her black-haired cousin, and so when he had told her about tonight's festivities, she had enthusiastically volunteered to put on a lezzie-loving show for him and Marge and their three amorously united pairs of intimate friends...
Jack Caspar had freshened his drink and then turned on the phonograph, putting on the record "Bolero" by Ravel, as ideal music to dance and dyke by. Then he went back to Dorothy Tilden, sat on the edge of her armchair and put his left arm around her shoulders, fed her some of his drink, then kissed her on the mouth and finished the glass and set it down on the table nearby so that he could have his right hand free to fondle her lovely legs and tickle her cunt and maybe get her into his bedroom before the night was over.
"You know what we ought to do, Jack?" Pete Dudley called. "Invite Greg Mathley and that stuck-up red-haired wife of his, Hazel."
"Say, Pete, didn't they just move in to the neighborhood about a month ago?" Matt Tilden called.
"The very same, old buddy. Ellie invited Hazel over for a house-warming to make her and Greg feel welcome, and what do you think that prissy bitch told her? Why, she said, 'Excuse me, but I don't make friends on short acquaintance, and I'd just as soon not start anything unless Greg approves.' That's gospel, Matt. Isn't it, Ellie?"
"It sure is, Pete, honey," Eleanor Dudley laughingly agreed. "You know what, Jack? I think you ought to sick Ella and Margaret on that stuck-up pair. Wouldn't I like to walk in on Hazel and find her getting gammed by Ella while Margaret there is blowing that pompous ass Greg Mathley. And then I'd like to take Hazel over my lap and use my old sorority paddle on her slinky tail till she gams me."
'I'll make a note of that for future reference, baby," Jack Caspar guffawed. "Maybe we can work out some sort of initiation stunt for them, like walk in on them unexpectedly and sort of give them an old fashioned shivaree."
"Oh, Uncle Jack, I'd love to be in on the fun before I leave for California," Margaret Gorton spoke up as she began to unbutton her bolero jacket and let it fall to the floor, revealing her big round pink-sheened titties. There were low whistles of admiration from the men, and amorous sighs from the women as Margaret proudly preened herself, hands on hips, turning this way and that to let them watch how her titties jiggled, liberated from the encumbrance of a bra. Then, with a self-conscious giggle, she began to wriggle out of her hot pants. As they festooned her ankles and she stepped out of them, more gasps of lecherous approval rose from Pete, Dave, Matt and Jack as her very shaggy, thick, dark brown cunt fleece appeared at the lower abdomen, furling between her thighs towards the perineum and completely concealing the soft pink lips of her cunthole.
Ella swiftly took her bra and hot pants off and, naked, moved towards her cousin and cupped those juicy round titties as she began to rub, pussy to pussy. She whispered to Margaret, who giggled and nodded. Then sinuously, Margaret got down on her knees on the floor, and then rolled over onto her back, spread her legs, and held out her arms to Ella, who promptly mounted her cousin in reverse, and buried her head between Margaret's plump pink thighs. With a soft little moan, Margaret began to return the cousinly favor by winding her arms round Ella's svelte hips and pulling Ella's black-thatched cunt down within range of her own mouth and tongue. And soon it was Ella's turn to sigh and groan in sweet excitement as the two naked young beauties began to sixty-nine with fervor.
All this time, the throbbing rhythm of the "Bolero" went on, and the four couples watching this lascivious tableau began to feel the urge of their own inflamed carnal senses. Jack bent down to whisper into Dorothy Tilden's ear, and she giggled and nodded, rose, put her arms round his neck and kissed him hard, arching to him as she began to grind her crotch to his.
In a moment, they disappeared into Jack's own bedroom, while Marge moved over to Matt Tilden and, blushingly putting her hand on the fly of his trousers, whispered huskily, "I need a good reaming, Matt, honey. Can you fix me up right now?
You aren't going to stand there and waste it while your Dottie is taking my husband from me, are you, lover?"
"Hell no, Marge, let's go find a bed." Matt Tilden nibbled at her earlobe, his arm round her waist, her other hand squeezing one of her full ripe titties. She sighed happily, and the enamored couple moved out of the living room, down the hallway to her own bedroom.
June Wormsley was once again paired with Pete Dudley, and it wasn't long before they found one of the other guest rooms, leaving Eleanor Dudley and Dave Wormsley staring at each other with a grin of awareness. By now, Ella and Margaret had completely forgotten everyone else. They had already had a communal climax, and now they had reversed positions so that Ella lay on her back and was sucking Margaret's cunt from above while Margaret bowed her head and gammed Ella's moist, tangy quim from her own all-fours position.
"This couch is good enough right here, Ellie," Dave Wormsley said, as he slipped off his trousers, then his sport shirt and undershirt, and finally his shorts. "Come on over here and get yourself properly fucked, baby. I'm really in the mood for a redhead tonight!"
Eleanor rose, and in a few moments was down to bra and panties, which she swiftly removed, leaving her in garter belt, hose and pumps. These last she kicked off as she mounted the couch, lay on her back and held up her arms lovingly to him while he knelt before her, his eyes fixed on the dark auburn thatch of her pussy curls.
His fingers began to tickle the rims of her cunt and to entangle with the love hairs, till she squealed, and begged, "Oh, stop playing around I and stick it into me, I'm so hot I'm sizzling!"
As he pressed himself deep to the hilt inside her cunt, Eleanor Dudley moaned and wrapped her long legs over his bottom, arching up her pelvis to take the last vigorous inch of his manhood and absorb it into her sheath. The sobbing groans of Ella and Margaret wafted to the ears of Eleanor and Dave, and it only seemed to inflame them to greater ardor.
When they had had their furious climax, they slowly extricated themselves and sat side by side. Dave offered his naked auburn-haired love partner a cigarette. Into the living room there now came the sounds of slaps and squeals and muffled cries and protests, and the two looked at each other and grinned again. There wasn't any doubt about it. Those sounds were the characteristic music made by the members of the Spanking Society, Ltd.
"Might as well get into the mood again, Ellie, baby," Dave Wormsley whispered.
He gripped her by the shoulders and pulled her down over his lap, as she laughingly protested and put a hand back over her tawny-skinned bottom as if to protect herself. The hand was swiftly pinned against the small of her back and Dave's right hand energetically descended, turning the tawny sheen of her jouncy naked ass-cheeks into bright pink and then crimson, till she began to gasp and tearfully plead and kick her long legs and turn her face back to him to beg for mercy.
"You'll have to pay a forfeit if I stop, Ellie," he warned.
"Oh, anything, you've got me hot again! Oh, darling, anything!" Eleanor Dudley gasped.
He bent down and whispered into her ear, and she giggled and nodded. She slipped off his lap, sank down on her knees onto the floor, as he spread his thighs for her, and edged over to the edge of the couch so that she could get at him. Her mouth tenaciously clung to his prickhead, and began to replenish and renew him to hardness again. By now Margaret and Ella had risen, arms round each other's waists, watching with excitement and anticipation.
"Save some for us, Dave," Margaret huskily murmured.
"That all depends on Ellie, and how much she leaves in me. Why don't you go visit the others, maybe you'll find some action," Dave Wormsley suggested. Then he grimaced with agonized ecstasy as he felt his spunk coming dangerously close to the puckering lips of his prick tip. "That's enough, Ellie, now sit astride me and take it in that sweet hot snatch of yours!" he panted.
And as the two of them began their second fuck of the night, Ella and Margaret exchanged hot kisses and scurried down the hall in search of their own fulfillment. The Spanking Society, Ltd. was in full swing. It wouldn't be too much longer, though, before it took on a few new members, notably the snobbish young Mathleys. But that would be another story. What was most important was that four rather tedious marriages had been revived and four hitherto disgruntled wives were discovering that they could be happily liberated without even joining Women's Lib!