Chapter 6
The following day at coffee-break time, Daryl looked at the different women he might consider for the sexual act. He looked at Rita and he figured she might be the most vulnerable. She was a single woman. She had ravishing green eyes and red hair and ivory skin.
"Hey, Rita, what are you doing this weekend?" she heard him ask.
Turning around, she looked at him.
"Why?" she asked curiously. "You're a married man, Daryl."
"Sometimes we have fun," he told her. "You know, parties."
"Are you inviting me to an orgy?" Rita asked frankly. "Yes," Daryl admitted.
"I'm afraid you've picked the wrong person," she told him flatly. "I don't believe in going to orgies."
"It's about time you learned how to swing," he told her. "You might discover you enjoyed it."
"Then again, I might not enjoy it," she told him.
After he had made such a fuss over going to the orgy, she finally relented and agreed.
"All right," she nodded, "I will attend your little party. I hope your wife doesn't get jealous."
"No way," Daryl assured her. "As a matter of fact, Yvonne suggested I invite you."
It was with that parting observation that Daryl said no more.
However, when Friday afternoon came, he gave Rita instructions on how to get to his place.
Eight o'clock the next night, she showed up at Daryl's front door, alone, just as he asked her to.
"Hi, beautiful," Daryl greeted her. "Come right in. I want you to meet my little wife."
They went together to the step-down living room and there Yvonne greeted them both.
"Oh, Daryl, how nice of you to invite Rita. You're a lucky man to have such a beautiful girl to look at while you're working."
"I'm so glad that you're not the jealous type of woman," Rita told her.
At that point, Yvonne threw her arms around her and pressed her big bosoms against hers.
"Jealous, my love," she whispered, "of course not. I'm happy that beauty abounds in this world. And I don't want to confine Daryl to a back-yard playpen. He's a big boy now."
Daryl nodded proudly.
"That's the truth, Rita. I'm grown up. I am a man."
As they sat talking, Yvonne suggested they have something to drink. Either it was that or something that Daryl said that made Rita suddenly feel engulfed by sex vibrations. She wanted to get out of there.
"Why don't we go to the bedroom and take off our clothes?" Yvonne smiled casually.
"Are you a nudist?"
"I might as well be," Yvonne assured her. "I like to walk around in the buff when I'm at home."
Yvonne talked so convincingly that Rita finally agreed to strip. As she took off her clothes, Daryl's eyes feasted on her bountiful bosoms. Immediately Yvonne noticed this. Her breasts weren't quite as large and she felt embarrassment and a measure of jealousy. Nevertheless, she thought it might be interesting to suck on Rita's breasts herself.
Once Rita had stretched out across the bed, Yvonne got beside her.
"Daryl, darling," she suggested, "why don't you suck on one nipple and I'll lick the other? I hope you don't mind, dear, if we swing-AC DC during this sex session."
For a second Rita didn't know what to reply. Finally, she blurted, "If you enjoy it—suck it."
"What a sweet thing for you to say, dear," Yvonne told her as she patted her pussy.
Daryl smiled approval. He began licking at her right bosom. At the same moment his wife licked at her other breast. She seemed pleased with the two of them playing around with her.
They fingered her some more and then Daryl had a wild idea.
"Why don't you feed her your pussy while I go down and suck her?" he asked Yvonne.
Rita turned and looked at Daryl grimly.
"I'm not a pussy licker."
"Did you ever have your boyfriend suck your snatch?"
"Sure," she nodded, "what do you think I am? A square who lives in ancient history?"
Daryl laughed.
"You don't know much about your ancient history, Rita. The Romans were swinging long before we did."
Rita admitted, "I didn't know about that. All right, it's news to me. I guess I could learn to suck a snatch if I had to. After all, I do have one myself."
Now Yvonne was straddling Rita's face. She pushed her pussy to her moth.
"You'll enjoy it," Yvonne insisted. "Just stick your tongue in it, dear. That's it. Go ahead. Slide it in me."
She let her tongue swing inside Yvonne's pussy. It didn't taste bad.
"Lick my love button," Yvonne begged.
Rita let her tongue slide up and down her clit. It became erect and she enjoyed licking.
"Now nibble," Yvonne instructed her.
While all of this was going on, Rita was being ravished by Daryl. First Daryl let his tongue flick back and forth across Rita's ass cheeks. Then he gently eased his caressing tongue into her asshole. As it penetrated Rita's behind, she was nibbling on Daryl's wife's clit.
"Oh, Rita, baby," Yvonne panted as she pumped her pussy, "that feels so good. Complete it."
Rita knew what that meant. She knew that Yvonne expected her to suck her off. She figured she might as well accommodate her strange, lusty request. She flicked her tongue up and down her pussy. She enjoyed the taste of her liquidy vagina walls. But she got a bigger charge out of nibbling on her clit until Yvonne would pull away. Rita's hands clasped Yvonne's firm, round buttocks. She held them in place as she went on sucking her pussy.
Now Rita felt Daryl's tongue slipping from her asshole up to her pussy. Daryl had a marvelous way of tonguing her vagina. He would stiffen and stab in as if his tongue was a penis plunging to a quick climax. Alternately he would slow the pace of his tongue sweeps inside her pussy. This had her trembling. It was more sexual excitement at one instant than she had ever known in a lifetime. She was feeling free and easy now. Her hips rocked as Daryl locked his hands under her. He clasped her bare buttocks and squeezed them lovingly. He went on tonguing her pussy. His nose and teeth and mouth thrilled her as they performed expertly.
She was picking up licking ideas from the way Daryl's tongue lashed inside her pussy box. As she would learn from Daryl, she would employ the similar movements in Yvonne's pussy. When she couldn't stand it any longer, she threw her legs over Daryl's shoulders. She pressed her hot thighs to his cheeks and moaned like an animal in heat.
"Eat me," Rita gasped. "Eat my pussy. Ohhh, suck me."
Yvonne was becoming worried. Because they lived in a condominium, she was fearful that the neighbors might hear.
"Not so loud, honey," Yvonne insisted. "We have neighbors."
"Screw the neighbors," Rita panted as she pushed her pussy at Daryl's mouth.
It was obvious she was loving it.
Yvonne was more determined than ever to get Rita to lick her to a sticky white climax.
"Don't take your tongue out of my pussy when I'm enjoying it so much," she told her.
Rita slipped her tongue back in Yvonne's snatch. She whipped it back and forth.
"Yes, yes," Yvonne panted as she pumped her way to a juicy, sticky climax. "Suck me, baby. Suck me. Don't take your tongue away now."
Rita lapped up Yvonne's pussy juices. It was a surprise to her that she could do such a thing. Nevertheless, she wanted to be fair. And it did seem democratic that if she expected to get her pussy eaten, she could eat a pussy, too.
Once she had finished sucking on Yvonne's snatch, she withdrew her tongue and smiled up at her.
"How did I do?"
"You were real effective, baby," Yvonne smiled.
At this point Daryl was pulling his tongue from her pussy.
"You two are a lot of fun," he grinned.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Yvonne assured them both. "Wait till Daryl sticks his big pecker up your asshole, Rita."
"Do you practice anal intercourse?" she asked Daryl quietly.
"Every time we get the opportunity," he assured her.
She was hardly prepared for what happened next. Daryl rolled her over. Then he swiftly positioned her so he could mount her.
"I'm gonna stick my pecker right up your asshole," he smiled happily. "I'm gonna really ram it home."
He coated his cock with Vaseline. Ever so slowly he parted her ass crack and let his slippery penis slide forward.
"Don't be afraid," Yvonne said smoothly.
"That's easy for you to say," Rita shook her head, "but if you had a big stick sliding up your ass, you wouldn't be so calm either."
"I've got a great idea," she suggested. "Why don't you strap on that dildo Daryl bought the other day? You could fuck my asshole while he's fucking yours. We would have a real choo-choo train."
Daryl shook his head.
"Just when I'm about to get my rocks off," he fumed, "you suggest games."
Rita got a big charge out of the suggestion.
"I do want to be a sexual sophisticate," she told her. "Go ahead, Daryl, pull your peter out of my asshole. I'm dying to fuck Yvonne's butt."
It didn't take long before the two girls went to work. Yvonne handed Rita the dildo. She strapped it onto herself as she looked at Daryl. His cock had gone limp. He was angry.
"I hope I can get it up again," he complained.
"I'm sure you will, love. Sometimes I've hoped you wouldn't get it up. But you always did."
Daryl gave Yvonne a withering look. Yvonne paid no attention. She got up on the bed and bent over.
"Rita, dear," she smiled at her, "be sure to put some Vaseline on that plastic pecker. I don't want you injuring my asshole. I might need it for one of Daryl's perverse moods."
Rita smiled as she applied the Vaseline to the plastic cock. She looked at Daryl who shrugged.
"Hurry up," he told her. "I want to get it back in there."
Rita got on the bed. It was a bit difficult for her to guide the plastic cock into Yvonne's asshole. Nevertheless, she did her best. She slowly eased the plastic penis into her behind.
"Fuck it," she told her anxiously, "fuck, darling, fuck."
Yvonne shoved back to meet the driving stabs of the slippery, sliding dildo.
"Oh, that feels so good," Yvonne told her as she looked back over her shoulder.
"Are you enjoying yourself, honey?" Yvonne asked her husband.
"Certainly, darling," he assured her.
Daryl clasped Rita's ass cheeks. He savagely rammed his penis up her rectum. When it wasn't stiff enough to make it easily, he was disgusted. He reached under his balls and jostled them a moment or two. All at once his cock sprang back to life. With a hard, driving thrust he rammed into her.
"Fuck me," Rita told him. "That feels good, tiger. Fuck."
He went on thrusting. She was enjoying it immensely now.
"Yes, yes," she cried earnestly.
At the same time Rita was thrusting the plastic penis into Yvonne's ass. Yvonne responded with low moans of pleasure.
"Oh, I want it," Yvonne told her. "Fuck me. Come on, baby, fuck."
The two women were enjoying it now. Daryl was determined to get his rocks off. As he went on assaulting her asshole he felt his hairy balls bouncing against her buttocks.
"Oh, I'm cuming," he gasped. "I made it. Twist your tail, Rita. That's it. Milk my pecker."
Rita's ass muscles went into high gear as she swung her hips around. She clasped his cock and milked it for him.
"That's it, darling," Yvonne urged her on. "Finger my snatch. Go ahead, honey. Stab my pussy with your fingers."
Rita's fingers manipulated Yvonne's clit. Yvonne let out a howl of delight.
"I'm juicing," she panted. "Oh, baby, keep your fingers working. I love it. That's the way. Keep it up."
Rita's fingers went on working in her vagina. This pleased her no end.
"Yes, yes," she cried ecstatically. "That's what I want you to do, darling. Just like I like it. Keep it up. That's it."
Once she had slipped the dildo out of Yvonne's asshole, Yvonne instantly got underneath her.
"Press down on my pussy, love. Go ahead."
It didn't take her long to get into the act. She pressed her vagina right in Yvonne's face. At this point Daryl slapped her ass cheeks playfully as he watched his wife eat her box. It was obvious to him that Yvonne had been brought out. He almost wished she hadn't been. She was much easier to deal with before she had experienced so many sexual thrills.