Chapter 7
Barbi was vaguely conscious of screaming. "Get out!" But the next thing she remembered was getting into her dress and dazedly watching Gerry tuck his shirt into his pants.
"Oh, shit!" she cried.
"That Jim, he's a creep, too," Gerry groaned.
"Does he talk?" Barbi asked.
"Talk! He never stops!" Gerry replied, zipping up.
"Why didn't I lock all the doors!" Barbi moaned. "That would at least have given us a few moments to straighten ourselves before they came in."
Barbi was naked beneath her dress. She had stuffed her panties, her bra and slip behind the cushions on the sofa.
Mary and her escort, the unpleasant-looking Jim, had been expelled to the kitchen and Barbi realized that it was tacitly understood that some explanation would be forthcoming from her, though what there could be, other than the true explanation, was beyond her.
"What are we going to say to them?" Gerry asked.
"What can we say to them?" she asked, savagely. "They saw what we were doing."
"Did they? Did they actually see us, well, you know?"
"Actually fucking?" she snarled. "Maybe they didn't, but they did see me stroking your prick and if they could see my thighs right now they wouldn't have any doubts. I'm as stick as-" She paused, seeing his despondent face. "They're sticky and I love it!" She kissed his cheek. "Oh, well, what can't be cured, can't be cured. I suppose we'll have to face them. I think I can rely on Mary. You say this Jim is a little beast."
I
"He's girl crazy, if that's any help," Gerry snapped. "He's always in trouble with girls. One girl's father gave him a beating. He put the girl in the, well, they thought she was pregnant."
"That might help," Barbi cried. "Oh, just a minute. I'll have to put my panties on. I'm leaking gallons! Excuse me."
He watched as she slipped her panties up her exquisite, tapering thighs and snuggled them around her delicious ass. His eyes narrowed as he noticed the gleam of the light on her love thighs. She smiled and slipped a handkerchief into the crotch of the pants.
"That'll keep it in for the moment! I only hope your come isn't as strong as your horn was!"
"Yes, if what you say about Jim is true," she continued, "it may be that Mary brought him back here for just the reason that I brought you here."
"You didn't bring me here. I came myself," he said.
"That's what you think," Barbi smiled. "Well, we'd better face them."
Gerry gulped and followed her as she crossed the room to the door. Even in the stress of this situation his penis stirred as he watched the graceful sway of her full bottom as she walked across the room and as his eyes slipped down to her shapely calves, the memory of them behind his back almost overcame him.
He was close to her as she paused to open the door. He slipped the edge of his hand between her ass cheeks, and sawed it gently up and down. She stopped and turned.
"Oh, darling," she whispered, "what a mess we've made of it and we've only made love once."
She kissed him and he slipped his hand inside her dress and felt the hard hillock of her lovely tits.
"I don't care," he said. "I don't care at all. All I know is that I love you! I don't care if your husband finds out."
"We'll talk about that later," she cut him. "You'll realize that what you're saying now is absolutely insane."
She kissed him again and opened the door.
They walked across to the kitchen and she hesitated for a moment and then opened the door and went in, her head high, if not exactly proudly.
Mary was making coffee and Jim was sitting at the kitchen table drumming his fingers thoughtfully on it. Mary turned, "Oh, hello, madam."
"I'm annoyed at the way you came back tonight, Mary," Barbi said, trying to instill an honest indignation in her voice.
"I bet you are!" Jim said, roughly, from the table.
"I wasn't speaking to you," Barbi said.
"I was speaking to you," he replied.
Before she could stop him, Gerry had pushed past her and got to Jim. He grabbed him by his coat and dragged him to his feet. Gerry was at least as big as Jim and possibly heavier.
"Watch what you're saying, Jim," he hissed. "Or I'll bust you in the nose. If you can handle it just come outside."
Jim pulled himself sullenly free. "Fine way to behave when you're caught screwing around!" he sneered.
Gerry's fists came up and Jim sat himself down in the chair and put his hand in his jacket pocket.
"All right!" he snapped. "Take it easy. Your precious secret is safe with me. I won't say anything."
"You better," Mary said, "or you'll have me to deal with. And don't think I can't handle you. What I couldn't do with my hands I'll do with a hammer. And just don't think I'm kidding!"
"You're so righteous," Jim snarled. "Why did you bring me here?" Barbi looked at Mary.
Mary shrugged.
"I told you I was a sucker for these kids," Mary said. "I didn't realize what a little bastard I'd picked up, though."
"You brought him here for sex?" Barbi said.
"No, at least, I didn't intend doing anything with him here. I just asked him in for coffee."
"You'd have got something else beside coffee," Jim grinned.
"I'd have got what I wanted!" Mary snapped. "I've had real grown men try things with me. When I didn't want, I'd go home with my panties on!"
Jim seemed to make a decision. He rose to his feet.
"Look here," Jim said. "I'm a man of the world. I say good luck to Gerry here and the lady.
"Mrs. Wallace."
"To you, Mrs. Wallace. I don't care what you two have done or what else you're going to do. All I care about is myself. I picked up Mary here-"
"You what!" Mary gasped.
"Well, all right, we picked each other up. Anyway, I like a game as much as the next person and what I want to know is what are we going to do? Not just sit around and talking and having coffee, I hope!"
Barbi and Mary exchanged looks.
"This is terrible!" Barbi groaned.
"Pretty rough, isn't it?" Mary agreed. "Mrs. Wallace, why did you do it?"
It was on the tip of Barbi's tongue to say that she didn't know, but she was aware that Gerry was waiting for her reply.
"Because I wanted to," Barbi said. "Because I wanted to desperately, that's why."
"Oh," Mary said. "Oh, well, it's your business. It doesn't matter with me because I'm not married. I always thought you and Mr. Wallace were very happy together."
She poured the coffee into several cups she had arranged on the table.
"In some ways, Mr. Wallace and I are not suited to each other," Barbi offered, unhappily aware that her cheeks were crimson. "But I don't really want to discuss my husband."
Jim picked up one of the cups. "Is this sugared?"
"Help yourself," Mary said, grimly, pushing the sugar bowl.
"I see Mrs. Wallace's point of view," Jim continued, sipping coffee.
"Do you really?" Barbi said stupidly.
"Yes," Him said. "You don't want to discuss your husband. And you don't want him to find out what you've been up to. I quite see your point."
"Are you trying to be funny again?" Gerry asked belligerently.
"No, I'm not. I do see Barbi's point. Why shouldn't she have a bit of fun? She isn't the first married woman not to be satisfied with her husband."
"You know too much for your age, boy," Mary said. She looked at her mistress. "That isn't what you meant when you said that you don't get on with the master in some ways, is it?" she asked.
Barbi nodded, wishing the ground would swallow her.
"I'm afraid it's something like that," she admitted.
"Well, it's your business," Mary replied. "Can't say I'd mind if he made a pass at me. Real good-looking, I think."
"You might not be satisfied with him if he did make a pass at you, as you call it," Barbi snapped, despite herself.
Jim stood up and walked around the table. It was obvious later that this maneuver was to get the table between himself and Gerry.
"This doesn't help me," he said. "I came here for a bit of fun and run into a domestic scene. At least, that's what the Sunday papers call this sort of thing. Why can't we act grown up about this? I suggest we discuss it like sophisticated people."
Barbi looked at him. It was strange to see a boy of seventeen so poised.
"I suggest we make the best of what can be-if we're not babies-a very interesting situation," he continued, sipping coffee.
"Will you listen to him!" Mary mocked. But in admiration.
"Why don't you?" Jim asked.
"What are you going to say?" Barbi asked.
"Just that we go on as we were going to do anyway." He looked hard at Barbi. "Whatever I've seen is dead as far as I'm concerned and I don't expect any interference between her and me."
"Less of her," Mary growled. "Anyway, what makes you think I want anything else to do with you?"
"So," Jim grinned, "I just go home to my tent like a good boy?"
"That's what you'll do if I tell ya to," Mary promised.
"That, my girl, is what you think." He looked at Gerry. "You'd better watch how you behave, you idiot." He watched as Gerry made a move to round the table and added, "Because if I have any trouble with you, I promise you, may I drop dead right now. I'll see her husband knows what's been going on."
Gerry placed a hand on the table to vault it but Barbi grabbed his arm.
"Gerry!" she cried, "don't touch him!"
"I'll smash his face," Gerry roared.
"You'll smash nobody!" Jim jeered, now assured of Barbi's support. "If you touch me, her husband will find out, or I'm a woman. And there's another thing, I came up here with her for some fun. And just because you two are up to games and we catch you I should deprive myself of my fun? like hell, I'm not!"
He glared at them.
"Do you call that fair?" he continued. "You two have your fun."
"I suppose I haven't any say in the matter?" Mary asked.
"Do you want me to go? You seemed keen enough when you brought me here. Do you remember asking me if I could raise six inches? Do you remember that?"
Mary blushed.
"That's true," she chuckled. "But you've turned out to be quite a little bastard since then."
"All right!" Jim snarled. "You asked me whether you've got a say in the matter. Well, you haven't!"
"Oh, no, it'll be me throwing you out," Mary warned.
"Try it!"
"Wait a minute," Barbi said. "What are you trying to say?"
"This," Jim said. "I came all the way up here to ,get her panties down and if they don't come down, well, you'll wish you'd never met me.
"We wish that already!" Mary yelled.
"I'll kill you!" Gerry roared, lunging at Jim.
Jim whipped around the table.
"Keep him off!" he yelled to Barbi. "So help me, I'll split to your husband if you can't keep him off."
"This is blackmail," Barbi breathed, holding her hand before Gerry.
Jim nodded. "There's no other word for it. But I'm not blackmailing you. All I want is what I came here for, and that's to do to her what he's done to you." He looked at her and grinned, "But if you'd like to be blackmailed-"
Barbi cleared her mind of the last remnants of her conscience rubbish. What could she do? Did it really matter to her if this strange and terrible boy made love to Mary? She had to admit that it didn't. On the other hand did she mind if Tom found out about her affair with Gerry?
She had to admit that she did mind. Very much.
Barbi made another effort to clear her mind of the last traces of emotional prejudice. What the boy said, in essence, was fair enough. He had come to the house to make love to Mary.
Why should her having been made love to interfere with his original plan? There was no valid reason that she could think of.
She looked at Mary. It must be rather hard to expect to lay a girl like Mary and have anything come in the way. Men had plunged nations into flames over desire for a woman. It was asking rather too much of a sexy little devil like Jim to forego the pleasure of bouncing on the belly of a girl like Mary and particularly when there had been no doubt of his success, and to be interrupted by the fucking situation of another couple.
She sighed. The only real doubt she had as to what she should do was whether Jim would keep his damn mouth shut.
"You know that if you told my husband it could ruin my life and Gerry's," she told Him.
He nodded brightly, "Oh, you bet!"
"And you'd do it?"
"I certainly don't want to. Look, all I want is a bit of fun. I'll be frank. It isn't often a kid my age gets a chance at anything like you two, or Mary, anyway."
"You said two," Barbi remarked.
"Well, whether you want anything to do with me is up to you. Mary had already agreed and I think she's a doll. As I say, I don't get the chance to have anyone like her very often."
"Doesn't he say the sweetest things?" Mary said, but Barbi could see that she was scared.
"Now come on," Jim said. "Why don't we face facts and all have some fun instead of standing around here arguing with faces as long as heaven knows? Let's go in where there's a fire. It's cold in here, I can tell you."
He put his hand around Mary and cupped her left tit. She knocked it away, after a moment's pause. It seemed to Barbi that the situation was getting well out of hand, but rather than further struggle against the inevitability that events seemed to be showing she decided to try and ride her luck, to see whether or not some kind of comfortable order could be wrought out of the dangerous chaos her affair with Gerry seemed to be engulfing her in.
She closed her eyes tiredly for a moment. What a preposterous situation for the wife of a rising young lawyer to find herself in, what tragedy it could lead to, for her and Gerry.
"All right," she said at last, "let's go into the living room."
"That's better," Jim chuckled, gulping the last of his coffee.
"Nothing's better for you, as yet. And don't forget it," Mary warned.
"We'll see. Come on!"
Barbi led the way into the living room.
Almost automatically she walked over to the sideboard and poured herself a very large brandy, larger than she had ever had.
She drank half of it and turned.
"Oh," she said, "would anyone else like anything?"
Gerry shook her head. Jim walked over to her. "Wouldn't mind a glass of wine. What's this, wine?"
"Yes,"
She watched him pour out a good shot.
"There's very little you don't indulge in, is there?" she smiled despite herself.
"No! I believe in enjoying myself. We're here only once. That's the way I look at it. Don't you want anything, Mary?"
Mary looked at Barbi. "I think I'll have a drop of brandy," she said. "It's been quite an evening."
Barbi poured her one and she sipped it. She made a face. "Ugh! Don't know how people can really like this stuff."
Barbi sat on the sofa. Gerry stood awkwardly at one end of it and looked at her in miserable longing.
He could see the shadowed cleft between her tits and he was very aware that but for the interruption of the detestable Jim he would have been at some fresh love play with her.
Wait till he got this guy somewhere he could deal with without interference!
Jim sat himself a chair and regarded Barbi with approval. Gerry clenched his fists as he saw his eyes wandering from her lush calves up to where her full tits heaved out the neckline of her dress. He could have killed him when he licked his lips.
"Of course, the trouble with your generation," Jim observed, "is that they want security in everything they do. Now my generation-"
"Leave me out of this!" Gerry warned.
"Willingly, old man! The thing about most of my generation is that they've grown up to believe that the first thing to do about good-looking girls is to get them to bed. We all think the same, he does, too-" With a jerk of his thumb toward Gerry, "the difference is he does it under the phony nice-boy label. I'd be very grateful for a go at fucking while I put my cards on the table. My attitude is that if the girl's older than me she probably really digs a bit of young cock and I don't blame her and I'm always ready to oblige. Can I help myself to another drink?"
Barbi nodded.
"Isn't he wonderful?" Mary laughed. "If he's as good in bed as he is sitting in a chair talking about it, he might be worth a trial bounce, at that!"
Jim, pouring another generous measure of wine turned and grinned at her.
"There's only one way to check that!"
Barbi was heartily ashamed to admit to herself that the same thought that has struck Mary had occurred to her, too!
Jim reseated himself and crossed his legs.
"Will you look at him," Mary shouted. "He's like some old lecher talking about the girls he's laid in the last twenty years. I'd like to bet that he's had more girls in his right hand than he's ever had in bed!"
This thrust must have gone home for the smile faded from Jim's face and for the first time since his arrival in the house, Gerry's face broke into his usual grin.
"You'd win, too!" he laughed.
"All right," Jim snapped, "I suppose you two only ever go to bed to sleep. I'm not the only meat beater in this room and I'll lay odds on that."
"Can't you keep a decent tongue in your head?" Gerry asked.
"It's true. Anyway, I won't be doing it tonight."
"You hope!" Mary said.
"I know!" Jim retorted. "Come over here, gorgeous, and sit on my lap. You might learn something to your advantage, as the lawyers say!"
"I've a good mind to take him at rjis word," Mary grinned, swallowing the rest of her brandy with a shudder.
"Come on!" Jim teased, his eyes sparkling from the effects of the wine.
Mary looked at Barbi. She shrugged. "Do as you like," she said.
"I'll try him," Mary grinned, and walked over and sat on Jim's lap.
Barbi didn't know whether to be frightened, horrified, disgusted or more reasonably, resigned. If anyone had told her twenty-four hours before that she would be sitting brandy with her thighs wet from the attentions of a lover of fourteen while her maid sat on the lap of a precocious boy of seventeen while the expressed intention of investigating the quality of his erection, she would have had herself committed to a mental place.
But there-it was, there they were, sitting in her living room and even as she watched, beginning their love play. Jim's arm was around Mary and he was fondling her tits. As she bent to kiss him, Barbi rose and went over and poured herself another stiff brandy. She looked at the pair on the chair. Jim's hand was now deep up Mary's skirt and Mary was giggling with delight.
Barbi tossed off her drink and poured another. This was one way that she might get through the evening!
Now she walked back to the sofa. Gerry still stood at the end of it, face miserable and eyeing Mary and Jim with anger.
The brandy was beginning to relax Barbi and the entire scene started looking much better to her.
"Oh, do come here and sit down, Gerry," she snapped. "We've got to make the best of a bad deal." She patted the sofa beside her and he sat down.
They both looked over to the chair opposite. Jim was covering Mary's flushed face with kisses while his hand investigated the warm charms of her thighs.
"Look at that!" Gerry breathed.
He sounded shocked, but he was really excited.
Barbi sipped a drop of more of her brandy. A delicious lightness was beginning to steal over her, an abandoned air that suggested that she had been taking a too severe appraisal of the situation.
"Mary looks as if she is enjoying herself," she smiled.
Mary heard her and turned her head. She looked drunk on excitement.
"I am. He's quite a boy, this Jim," she giggled. "Stop it!" she yelled as Jim's hand dived further than before.
"She wouldn't like it if I did!" Jim shouted, renewing his delving up her skirt.
Gerry, despite himself, couldn't keep his eyes from the white flash of Mary's thighs above her stockings as she made her token struggle against the attention of Jim.
A sudden wild kick showed her legs to the crotch. There was a flash of color and Barbi leaned towards them. She was breathing hard.
"Red panties!" Gerry replied.
"Not much!" Barbi laughed. "Oh, well, I suppose things will turn out all right. Hell, what would Tom say?"
For some reason this self-proposed question amused her and the threw back her head and went off into peals of laughter.
Gerry looked at her in wonder. Even Jim looked up.
"Good for Barbi!" he yelled. "She'll be the life of the party yet."
"Why are you laughing like this?" Gerry asked.
She laid her hand on his knee.
"It is rather funny, after all," she said. "I bring you home here for a quiet evening of fucking and my maid and her boy friend finish up making love in my living room. But what's extra funny is that I say good luck to them!"
Gerry looked at the almost empty glass in her hand and vaguely realized for the first time the effects of alcohol on the basic morality.
Jim roared his approval.
"Atta girl! Oh, boy, what an orgy we could have up here with the other kids. This room'd look really lived in with half a dozen of the boys and girls screwing all over the floor."
"What a wonderful idea!" Barbi enthused, putting her now empty glass down on the floor. She threw her arms around Gerry's neck.
"Why don't we do that? Wouldn't those poor wet, cold little camper friends of yours prefer to come up here and make love in comfort rather than roll around on a muddy ground sheet? I've gotta an idea, let's ask them."
"Some other time," Jim gasped, fresh from his delightful labor of kissing Mary's throat.
"Barbi!" Gerry breathed, "are you-"
"Drunk?" she interjected. "No, but I wouldn't mind if I were. What's the matter with you? Shy? Look at them. They don't mind that we're watching them. Why should we mind? Come on, darling, make love to me."
"He's played out after one session," Jim roared. "Come on, Gerry, get her panties down! I'm having a great time in there."
"Oh, are you?" Mary giggled, following this query with a shriek as Jim's hand dived up her clothes. In her struggles she slipped, head foremost, from the chair so that her haunches and legs remained on Jim's lap while her head and shoulders were on the floor. This placed her at some considerable defensive disadvantage, to say the least.
"Stop it!" she screamed, as Jim's hand groped past her warm plump thighs to her cunt.
"Oh, look at them!" Barbi breathed, her body tense with excitement.
Gerry looked and, without being really aware of it, his hand slipped into the loose top of Barbi's dress and he kneaded her hard tits as he watched the adventurous Jim gain the ascendancy in his battle for Mary's pussy.
With a quick movement, Jim slipped his hand between Mary's thighs. It was good and wet in there.
He could thus imprison one of her legs under each arm, much as in a wrestling hold known to fans as the crab. Her legs thus secure under his arms, it left the hands free to grope for the top of her panties.
Mary writhed and struggled and screamed as she felt his fingers slip into the top of her underwear. Gerry halted his lascivious attentions to Barbi's heaving tits as he watched in fascination the delicious scene that Mary's token struggle was producing. Legs flashing, the white of her thighs plumped over the stocking tops by the tightness of them, and haunches writhing. She fought to maintain her panties around her full hips.
It was difficult for Gerry to decide whether her struggles were real or assumed. He decided for the latter. The boy was learning quickly.
He suddenly stiffened and looked down at his pants. Barbi, in her excitement was groping at his fly. She undid it and slid her hand in around his genitals. His balls tightened and his already stiff cock rose to the last inch of length and his crimson knob deepened in color as feverish blood pumped into it.
Her hand began to slide up and down the white shaft. Gerry gasped. He was already too excited and could easily come if Barbi wasn't careful.
"You dare shoot and I'll throw you out of here," she gasped, easing the speed of her strokes to a gentle, titillating sweep that delicately bared his helmet by pushing the tight foreskin down not quite to the glans.
He gritted his teeth and they watched with caught breath as Mary's panties reached her knees. This was as far as they could be pulled because of her legs being under Jim's arms.
That boy grinned and suddenly released one leg. In a swift reaction that he must have anticipated, she bent over guardedly. It looked like Mary was not new to this game.
She could do nothing about retaining her panties around her legs now. Despite her struggles, the panting of Jim, his face aflame with desire and wine, worked them inexorably down her thighs. There was a harsh sound of ripping material and Barbi's hand went faster up and down the throbbing column of Gerry's aching prick.
He grabbed her wrist.
"Careful!" he warned. "I'll shoot!'.
Mary almost succeeded in protecting the actual gash that lay buried between her thighs that she could not also cover the riot of glorious blonde curls that lay like a triangle of gold from the cleft of her thighs to halfway to her navel.
The curls peeped from between and around her clutching fingers like threads of gold gossamer, hinting of the warm soft secrets they so prettily revealed.
"Barbi!" Gerry breathed.
She stopped jerking him off for a moment.
"Surely you won't come again just for this?" she smiled. "Look at them, pay no attention to me. He's getting her panties down. Look, you can see her cunt!"
Gerry gulped and turned his attention to the other two. But it only made matters worse.
Feeling her panties sliding down over her hips, Mary had thrust both her hands over her cunt. But Jim, still retaining the other, hooked the leg of her panties over the free foot and was thereby left with his mission mainly accomplished.
He grabbed Mary's other leg and imprisoned it again. The boy was strictly in control.
"There, what are you going to do now, my bitch?" he laughed, grimly.
"You're not in yet!" Mary rejoined.
"The little devil!" Barbi breathed. "He could rape a woman with ease!"
Gerry looked at her eager, burning eyes. He then looked down at his cock, still encircled by Barbi's tight fist, but his fingers were now still. He looked again at her face and his heart sank and in that instant took a new appraisal of the situation between himself and his lovely mistress.
In that instant he knew that he was no especially chosen instrument that Barbi's need of sex had made her choose from all men to be something that her life needed. He was just an instrument. In the final analysis, of no more basic value than a dildo, perhaps, to give himself some value, a young imitation of a man with which she could assuage her fierce sexuality. As at that moment he knew that she could never really love him he knew just as surely that he could never love her. Always would be the memory of how she had said that he could rape a woman. He knew that she had at that moment wished that it was herself that Jim was tearing the panties off. It had been the tone of every syllable of every word, this stark truth.
And as Gerry realized it he felt a sense of relief. Now he could settle down and enjoy this affair purely for how it felt to his balls, as it was quite obvious that she would admit him to her body whenever her cunt ached for him but for what her heart ached for she would never find for it probably never existed.
Gerry, needless to say, didn't put this proposition to himself in quite the manner of an adult.
He faced all this realization with a boyish phrase.
"All she wants is what we've done on the rug just now and she damn well wouldn't care much whether it was me, or Jim or the milkman who was fucking her, just so long as it was done. Well, if that's all she wants!"
His hand slipped up her dress and his fingers pressed the lace net of her panty crotch into the softness of her love wet gash.
He kissed her neck, ready to go to work.
"Oh, look at them!" she breathed.
Gerry's eyes followed hers. He figured that he might as well enjoy the show.
While he had been speculating on the reality of what he and Barbi meant to each other, Jim had been working on more exciting and practical business.
His penis was out, jutting in dark arched fury from his open jeans. A few moments before Gerry would have been desolated by Barbi's next remark.
"Isn't it a beauty?"
"It's had enough exercise!" Gerry replied, quite resigned to the fact, that it was hardly-likely to be long before Barbi sampled the thickness of it.
Mary was madly trying to turn her loins so as to present her ass as a target for Jim's seeking, probing fingers. She had devious tastes.
He was either too strong for her, or, as Gerry and Barbi suspected, her heart wasn't in her defense. Suddenly he slipped from the edge of the chair and forced his body above the hips between her thighs, thrusting them wide apart.
She flung her hands up to his shoulders and began to push and pummel him, but it was all make believe.
This left her lower belly open to the gaze of Gerry and Barbi and it is difficult to decide who was the keenest and most interested observer.
It was almost mechanical now that Barbi spotted the proud head of Gerry's stalk. Her whole attention was riveted on the pink slit that glistened deep in the golden bush or the squirming Mary, who, thighs writhing, was trying to escape the approaching prick of Jim.
"Doesn't she look lovely, struggling like that?" Barbi breathed. "Go on, Jim, push it into her, fuck up into her!"
This last injunction was in a loud, shrill voice that made Gerry jump. Barbi was full of surprises. , Gerry looked at her. Her hand was now still on his cock. Her eyes were ablaze with the fury of her excitement and her whole body was shuddering. He smiled to himself as he realized that this was not because he had moved the tiny strip of her panties at her crotch aside and that two of his fingers were deep in her hot stickiness.
"Get into her!" she cried, and then, perversely, "try and stop him, Mary!"
"Would you try to stop him?" Mary asked.
Barbi laughed. She looked at Gerry.
"It is almost as good as a rape, isn't it?"
Gerry, not caring much either way, being more interested in the delights to come when he himself was again buried to the hilt in her, nodded.
"Look at his great cock," Barbi hissed, involuntarily looking down at the slender white rod that nestled in her hand.
"And mine?" Gerry asked, kissing her neck.
"Oh, it's lovely, too. Slender and strong and I want it in me in a flash, right up into me till it hurts. But let's watch them. Oh, Gerry, I want to see him come into her."
Gerry smiled and busied himself with working his fingers in and out of her pulsing quim.
He could feel her fanny flesh bulging out to meet the thrust of his fingers and her thighs gripped hotly on his wrist. Now he washed her mouth with burning kisses and thrust his tongue deep into it while his free hand cupped and weighed the luscious warmth of her firm tits.
Jim now had Mary completely helpless. He was on his knees between her thighs ind his quivering cock was inches from her gash, gaping between her spread-eagled thighs.
"Now what are you going to do?" he cried. "I can put it in whenever I want to."
Mary raised her head and looked at the blood-gorged cock poised at the luscious golden-haired portals of her cunt.
She shuddered and looked up into Jim's face. Then, with a shrill squal of delight, she whipped her hands from his shoulders to his ass and gave his haunches a tremendous heave towards her.
Barbi reared from her seat in a paroxysm of excitement as Jim's cock plunged into the pink, eager stickiness of Mary's parted slit.
"Look!" she almost screamed, as the hairy lips rounded to take the full girth of his tool as it was buried in her to its base.
Mary gave a scream of joy and flung herself back full length on the rug. Jim pushed his legs back straight and fell between hers and began to drive his fierce thickness in and out of her soft nest.
It must have been difficult fucking Mary. She writhed and twisted and heaved and rolled as her lover's hardness sought out and whipped into burning desire every soft crevice of her aching ring. Then she moaned and bucked her haunches up to meet each fierce thrust of him, her fingers digging frantically into his hard ass as she pulled him down into her, forcing with dexterous heaves every vital inch of his driving tool.
His hands ripped at her dress at the top. Everyone stared.
"He's tearing her dress!" Gerry said.
"I'll buy her twenty dresses!" Barbi replied.
She was standing beside the sofa now and Gerry slipped his hand up her dress, up over the shimmering thighs to the soft lips of her cunt. She stiffened as his fingers slipped again into her burning hole.
"Play, play with me!" she moaned. Gerry, in truth, felt like playing with himself as he watched Jim rip the tight bra from Mary's heaving tits.
They quivered, as Jim thrust into her, like white grapefruit capped with scarlet cherries. Her tits were very white and in shape almost matched the those of Barbi. Jim dipped his head and frantically sucked the erect nipples, his prick still driving madly into Mary's twat.
"Fuck her, fuck her! ' Barbi groaned, slightly lowering her hips so that she pushed her cunt further down onto Gerry's fingers that were slipping into her with piston-like regularity.
Jim speeded his stroke. He threw back his head and eyes shut, plunged in and out of the burning quim the hotness of which was caressing his knob to a fury of abandon.
Mary raised her head and looked at him.
"You're coming, you bastard!" she screamed. "Don't shoot yet!"
She grabbed his hips and tried to slow him but he drove on into her for another half a dozen strokes. She screamed at him all the time.
"Don't finish, don't finish, you little bastard!" Her voice sagged away into a wail of what was absolute terror.
Before the watchers' widened eyes, Jim gave one last exultant, lunge into Mary's heaving belly. Then, with a shuddering sigh, his quivering body collapsed onto hers.
For a moment Mary's eyes blazed up at Jim's lowered head. Then, with a mad yell, she heaved him from her and he rolled over on the rug, his limp cock laying wet and glistening against his pants.
Although stunned by the suddenness of Jim's failure, an incongruous thought flashed through Barbi's mind.
"It's going to leave a white stain on his pants!"
Mary leaped to her feet, white tits quivering. She held up her dress and almost in disbelief, looked down at her burning cunt.
"You useless little prick!" she hissed. "Fucking little cocksucker! Why did I ever let you touch me!"
She looked wildly around and her eyes fell on Gerry. He was still sitting on the sofa. His hand was still up Barbi's clothes, but his fingers were unmoving just within the portals of her wet slit.
Mary looked at his still erect cock, standing white as an ivory ruler from his gaping fly.
She flung herself across the room, past Barbi and fell to her knees beside the sofa. Then she grasped his cock and before he could move, thrust his knob into her mouth and began washing it with fiery caresses. Finally she looked up at him.
"Mary" Barbi cried. "Don't-"
"I'm not going to go without coming now, after that little creep has got me hot like this."
"But-" Gerry began.
Barbi seized his arm.
"Lay her," she cried. "Oh, let me see you putting your prick up her twat. I want you to. Oh, please, do so, Gerry. Take her on the floor and fuck her. Fuck her!"
Before anyone could even think of an answer, they had both grabbed him and hurled him to the floor. Mary flung up her skirt and straddled him.
She knelt on either side of his hips and reached between her thighs and held his cock in her hand. Then she lowered herself and gently eased it into her aching, unsatisfied nest. Barbi threw herself on the sofa and lowered her head to watch the better. Her hand sought her cunt and she began to frig herself.
If Gerry had ever entertained the idea of a serious protest, which was unlikely, all thought of it now vanished as Mary's ring slipped up and down his throbbing pillar. This was the first time he had ever been under a woman and his eyes blazed with excitement as he looked down to where her hairy gash was slipping up and down his hardness.
He instinctively put his hands to her hips and took some of her weight, in effect, lowering and raising her as she pierced herself on his rigid lance.
"Work up into me," Mary begged. "Fuck me hard!"
Gerry did as she bade, and in a few strokes they had perfected a rhythm that proved well for their future sport. In and out of her pulsing cunt sank his prick and the action reminded the frantically frigging Barbi of a slender being pushed into the flesh of a pink guava fruit. Barbi had now thrown her legs apart, her dress high in abandon around her upper belly and was driving her fingers into her pulsing cunt with a frenzy of excitement that could hardly have been surpassed if she herself had been on the receiving end of Gerry's throbbing cock.
The pattern of the lover's strokes was now a scintillating poem of understanding. As Mary sank her luscious rump on to Gerry's stalk, his ass came up from the rug and pushed the last fraction of his cock to the root into her burning pulsing, squirming sweetness. Faster and faster Mary plunged her nest down onto his seeking stalk until her bare white bottom cheeks were almost a trembling blur. Barbi, watching, with every nerve of her body taut, increased the speed of her strokes of her fingers into her pulsing hole.
Suddenly, with a wild animal-like cry, Mary gave a mad downward thrust that buried Gerry's cock in her like a fleshy dagger. She quivered and writhed in an agony of passion and then slowly rubbed her spasm to its delicious conclusion with strokes of her haunches up and down his bar.
Then she fell forward on him and kissed his face and wound her fingers in his hair. He was in no condition to appreciate this, however. He gripped her hips and began to lunge furiously in and out of her.
Tired and satisfied as she was, she made feeble efforts to assist him and Barbi's face contorted with excitement as she saw Gerry's jaw muscles go rigid. She watched his face, her fingers still flying in and out of her quim, as he drove his cock into the lovely Mary's soft body. Faster and faster became his strokes until suddenly, with an upward heave that nearly flung the tiredly quivering girl from him, he sank his prick into her in one last frantic lunge.
A shuddering sigh escaped his lips and he slowly worked himself in and out of her. The end was coming! .
Mary moaned as she felt the swift, urgent jet of spunk spray in the creep places of her belly, already wet from the juices of her own orgasm.
"Oh, isn't it hot!" she screamed.
Barbi's attention was now riveted on her own fanny. She looked between her legs to her fingers, wet with her love dew, flashed up and down her pulsing wet tunnel.
She threw her head back and her ass lifted from the sofa. Her fingers slowed in their delicious task and she sagged back on to the sofa. Her legs buckled into an easier position and a shudder of delight ran through her thrill-satiated body
Gerry softly kissed one of the warm hard tits of Mary, taking her nipple into his mouth and fucking the tip with his tongue. His dying horn began to slip down the wet, hairy sheath that engulfed it so deliciously.
All was still in the room, all passion spent. Finally, it was Barbi who spoke first.
"I hope you'll do the same for me one day, Mary," she said.
Her skirt was still up and her cunt hair was sparkling with her love juice. She was at peace with the world.
"The same for you?"
"Yes, lend me your boyfriend sometimes."
Mary looked over to the dejected Jim, now sitting back in the chair, his face a picture of humiliation.
"You can have him, anytime!" she said.
"Thank you for nothing!" Barbi laughed.
"All right, all right," Jim said. "I'll be better next time."
"Next time?" Mary echoed. "There won't be a next time as far as I'm concerned."
"Oh, I don't know, really," Barbi said. A nice big prick like he's got could be trained, I should think."
"I'm satisfied with what I've got," Mary chuckled, working her cunt over Gerry's limpness.
And Gerry, the recipient of this delightful attention, was in no mood to deny her his future services!