Chapter 8
"I thought it was time for a break and a drink," Jill said. She rested possessively beside Doug on the living room sofa. Anna was mixing fresh highballs, her hands rather shaky. After another trip to the bathroom she had put on a thin, short wrapper. The others were naked. Karl sat in a big chair not far from the sofa. Anna felt he would rather be alone with her, and she was sure she would rather. But Jill wanted to mix things up, have a 'party.' Obviously Doug liked the plan, too. He had a smug, satisfied look on his face.
"Why don't you take that nightie thing off, Anna?" he asked banteringly.
"She's still a modest, small-town girl, honey," Jill answered.
Anna had already decided she could be just as brazen as her girl friend. Her last violent orgasm with Karl had been so revealing, so thought provoking that she did want to sort out some of the wild ideas that were tumbling through her mind. She was sure Karl was having ideas of his own; he hadn't said much since the break in festivities. But his eyes and his manner said a great deal.
Would he consider divorcing Jill and marrying me? she wondered. Maybe I'm just half drunk on liquor and sex. Maybe I have it all wrong!
Anna passed the drinks around, then perched on the arm of Karl's chair. She smiled across at Jill. I'll show her, Anna thought.
"What the fuck are we waiting for, honey? You wanted a party. Do something."
'Well, listen to that!" Jill cackled, rubbing her thigh against Doug's leg. "Don't you want to wash your mouth out with soap, honey?"
"She's quite a swinger," Karl said. Anna thanked him with a look.
Jill stood up. She faced Doug and began to undulate her hips, letting her thighs widen slowly.
"I heard about this new game the young couples are playing at beaches," she laughed. "Kind of like the way they dance, a yard, or so apart."
"Hell, is that all?" Doug chortled.
"No, honey," Jill cooed. "The girl looks at the guy's cock and plays with herself until she's almost ready to come. The guy doesn't touch his prick. When the gal starts to go off, she makes the connection. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
Anna trembled, finishing her drink. "Well, yes. Let's go, go."
Karl moved to the sofa, taking one end while Doug took the other.
"What do they call this game, blondie?" Doug asked.
"'Come To Me'," Jill giggled. "Get some good big hard-ons, you guys. We need lots of inspiration."
Anna moved over in front of Karl and dropped her wrapper. Jill was starting her dance, waving her big white rump back and forth, swaying her large tits. Her hands lifted to them; she stroked the undersides to accent their thrust. She fluttered her tongue between her lips. She arched her pussy out and made coital motions.
"Very good, baby," Doug laughed. "Aren't you going to play with your cunt?"
"Give me time, honey," Jill giggled. "Say, Anna. Didn't you tell me you had two, beautiful, young airline stewardesses for neighbors?"
"Well, yes," Anna said, puzzled.
"Don't you ever invite them over for a drink?" Jill asked, still rubbing her tits.
"We shouldn't spoil these guys," Anna laughed. "But it might be an idea some other day."
"Work on it, Anna, " Karl smiled.
"They're identical twins," Doug offered. "Maybe one of them would be enough!"
"The more the hairier," Jill quipped. "Like nowsville!"
"God, you're corny," Anna laughed.
"Get busy and swing that cute ass of yours, honey," Jill said dryly. "I'll bet I can come before you do!"
"You're on," Anna said.
"The word is 'off,' honey," Jill cackled.
"Hell, quit yakking and go on with the contest," Doug grinned. "Before you two leave we'll get something going with the twins, I hope."
Anna trembled and spread her thighs, imitating Jill's sensual gyrations. She was glad she had taken another drink. In spite of her determination to be as bold and daring as Jill, she hated the idea of masturbating in front of anyone. She wished they could just pair off again and continue with the screwing in private. Wasn't plain swapping enough for Jill? Even Karl seemed rather embarrassed by his wife's dirty words and behavior.
I want to have another one of those hard, jazzy or gasms with Karl, Anna thought. I don't believe I can do it with Doug watching. Somehow he cools me. I guess I'm seeing him now as he really is. And maybe I'm seeing myself as I really am. A bitch.
She danced, wiggling her hips, curving her breasts out, opening her thighs so Karl could see her pussy. She rocked her cunt back and forth, breathing faster. Karl's thick cock was standing up and so was Doug's long, slender prick. The whole scene was very wild. Jill's hands moved faster on her tits, she squeezed them and played with her nipples.
"Stand up and dance in front of me, Doug!" she panted. "Like the teenagers do."
Doug's face was turning very red; he rose from the sofa and moved near Jill. Karl stood in front of Anna. She stared at his cock and inched toward him, her hips working swiftly, around and around, back and forth. Jill's lusty hunching was more abandoned, her cunt slit glistened with fresh juices.
"I'm getting there, stud!" she gasped.
"Come on, baby," Doug urged. "You're going to be a winner."
Anna tried to concentrate on Karl; she stared hard at his luscious, hard cock and her right hand dropped to her cunt. She knew she couldn't reach a climax just by twisting her body and fondling her titties.
"Hell with the rules," Karl muttered. He pulled Anna's hand from her crotch and replaced it with his own. Anna shuddered and lurched against him, arms around his neck, her burning titties mashed into his broad, tanned chest. His finger slipped sweetly into her cunny.
"Yes, yes!" she panted, hunching on his imitation prick. She didn't give a damn now about Doug and Jill. She closed her fingers around Karl's beautiful stiff cock, kissed his neck and rolled her breasts on his torso.
Behind her more action was taking place. She heard a thud, and suddenly Jill was on her back and Doug was between her heavy thighs, driving his cock into her pussy! His pokes and the flexing of his rump muscles told clearly where his prick was buried.
Jill moaned loudly, swinging her legs even farther apart. Anna tore her eyes from the fucking couple on the floor; she breathed in Karl's ear.
"Honey, let's get out of here!"
"Yeah," he said thickly.
They drew apart and walked around Doug and Jill. Jill's eyes were closed, her face was twisted with lust. Doug was jabbing in bursts-primitive goaty hunches. His chest was mashed to her big tits, he was starting to groan and tremble.
Karl hurried Anna along the hallway and into the guest bedroom where they had had their fuck fun earlier. She tumbled on the bed, on her back, wanting him close above her now, where a man really belonged. He mounted swiftly, she didn't have to steer his wet-headed prick to the target. Her cunt lifted and his big, hot glans snugged delectably into her steaming, burning pussy flesh. His first virile drive brought a wild shout from her throat.
"This is where you belong, cutie," he panted, goring her cunt again.
"Yeeeesss!" she wailed. "Yes! Give me plenty of prick, honey! I love it, love it!"
His shiver of pleasure as he poised carefully above her, not mashing her, brought an answering shiver deep in her cock-filled pussy. He began to fuck her. In hard and deep, out, pause, then in again! The muscles that had stirred around his diving prick before began to respond again. Delectable little flutterings of her vagina, the sweet hot cling of her cunt flesh to his gliding cock, soared her toward another summit of delight.
He nuzzled her achy titties with loving care; he sipped at her nipples and honey seemed to drip from her spikes into his mouth. It was a crazy sensation she had never known before! Her breasts were deliciously alive to his lips and mouth. He was possessing her cunt; he was taking charge of her need and building it slowly and sweetly toward a pinnacle of utter rapture.
The tensing of his prick when he paused between strokes aroused answering flexings of her cunt muscles. It was the sexiest thing she had ever experienced, this blending of manflesh in girlflesh; the slick hot sliding of his cock was sugar and spice and all that nice stuff. She didn't give a damn where her diaphragm was. For the second time in her life she wanted a hot prickhead spewing come all over the inside of her cunt and womb. Again every nerve in her body awakened to the call of plunging prick; she was all cunt and he was all cock! The excruciating seconds ticked by, she was rising, rising. His fuck strokes were drawing her into a sex cloud. Her cunt tensed, she heard his shuddery cry of rising passion, then his loud moan as the big wand began to throb and pound into her eager cunt.
She screamed. The heavenly beat and pound of her joy broke the tension in her loins, her muscles clenched and churned around his jabbing, stabbing cock! Voluptuous convulsive tightenings of her pussy were wilder than before. She was skimming from one peak of joy into another, then another! She was going off all over, all over, and over again....She could feel the spurting of his come; it was gushing i at the door of her womb while his dreamy cockhead i flexed, pounded, flexed, pounded until the bed shook and her rump seemed to fly apart. The slick clasp of her cuntflesh around his shrinking cock pulled the last sugary nuances of comejoy from her loins. He sank down on her; she tightened her legs around him and felt the warm bedding of his nuts against her flushed, drippy cuntlips. They were close and true. She wanted to be mashed into the bed with his weight, and she had her wish. There couldn't possibly be anything evil or dirty or wrong about this shivery union of prick and cunt. It was utterly delightful!
He started to lift away and her arms and legs tightened around him.
"Oh, please don't take it out, honey," she panted happily.
He sighed. His cock was turning hard again! "God, that was the best I ever had, Anna."
"Oh, yes, yes!" she breathed. "What're we going to do about it?"
"I don't know yet, but I've got to have you, Anna!"
"After all I've done?"
"Hell, I know you better than that. You were putting it on for them. I can tell you haven't been around. We'll work it all out, Anna. How would you like to come back home and live?"
Her heart pounded furiously. She clenched him with arms and legs and pushed her cunt upward, feeling the thick length of his cock swell and stiffen. It began to fill her pussy.
"I'd love it with you, honey," she whispered.
Jill dug her heels into the carpet and met Doug's measured fuck strokes. On the downhunches his knob struck a hot depth that Karl's prick seldom touched. She didn't have to pull her knees even with her chin to enjoy that dreamy pounding. The extra inch or so of Doug's prick was the big, big fuck difference. And she loved every pound, every sweet jab.
Although she had trained Karl well, some of the country square corners still hadn't been worn smooth. Doug would do anything! He liked her screw talk, her big, sensitive tits. They understood each other. He was basically a chaser, and so was she. Ever since he had come out to her father's ranch selling machinery, she had wanted in his pants; she had let him know it, but he had already started going with Anna.
I'm going to take him away from her, Jill thought. We could have great times together, swapping with swinging California couples. Anna isn't really with it. I practically blackmailed her into this swap. Karl thinks her pussy is really something. Okay, he can have it! My folks will see I have enough money; Doug makes good money. Karl and Anna are hicks; they deserve each other!
"Ohhhh, you fuck beautifully, honey," she panted. "I never had it so good!"
"We really come together, don't we, baby?" he chuckled, resting a moment. He raised his torso and began kissing her upcurved tits.
"How would you like to have all of this cunt you wanted, honey?" she whispered, hunching lustily upward. "And titties too!"
"Sonofabitch!" he muttered. "You mean it?"
"Right! I love California. We could have swinging parties and the whole bit"
He trembled, his prick tensed in her eager pussy. He dropped his handsome face between her bulgy tits and pushed his cock to the very bottom of her cunt. She moaned with pleasure.
"We talk the same language, baby," he muttered. "Hell, yes! I'll go for it"
"Ohhhhh, wonderful!" she gasped. "Now, give me a nice, slow fuck! Make me come about five times! Ohhhhh. Right on! Hit me hard, honey. I just can't get enough of your wonderful prick!"
A new eagerness in his manner quickened her passion. He took a tender, pink nipple in his mouth and she met his hunches with lusty abandon. When he jammed it deep, his hairy nuts slapped her vestibule. She felt the hot mingling of their fuck juices, and the cling of her cuntflesh around his cock had never been sweeter.
"We'll have all kinds of fun, honey!" she panted. "You make me come so good! You know how to make a piece of ass just last and last! Ohhhhh! I'm coming right now-but don't stop! This is just the beginning...."
He drew his cock away out until the knob was nestled against her quaking clit. He was teasing her cunt, making her wait for the convulsive joy of her come. Her nerves cried for release, the first sweet nuances of her prick come were almost there, almost-yes, almost! He was a wonderful cocksman.
She wormed her clit on his cockhead. Not too fast, now! Drag out the suspense a little longer! They were perfectly tuned. He wasn't ready to go off; he was doing this just for her. She could play with her passion, build it high. Sweet stings radiated from her turned-on clit to every corner of her body. She was poised on the edge of her next orgasm. She panted and rubbed her drippy cunt very carefully on his glans. He smiled and licked a pointy nipple.
"Whenever you're ready, baby," he breathed.
"When I-come hit me-real deep!" she gasped.
"You know it, you big sexy blonde."
"Ohhhh-it's coming!" she cried. "Right now!"
As she jiggled her rump, as the first honeyed quirts of comejoy tore at her cunt, he groaned and drove his cock to the very bottom of her shivery twat! She squealed fiercely. The sweet, achy throbs ran from her coming clit down to the bottom of her tube where his knob was buried. Her whole pelvis began to erupt! Her cunt membranes went crazy around his prick! Her belly heaved; her tit-peaks stiffened; her thighs shook. The pound of her fun-gun hurled her into a cunt thrall; she was a bucking, lusting bitch with her spasming pussy full of the most wonderful prick she had ever known. Her fingers raked his shoulders; her ass just wouldn't stop hunching.
Gaspy seconds later, she relaxed, her thighs flat on the carpet, her cunt still twitching its delightful twitches!
"Ohhhhh, what a way to go!" she panted.
"You're getting better all the time, baby," he whispered, sinking down on her body, his cock still beautifully rigid in her cunt.
She patted his ass and breathed cozily in his ear.
"Do you really know those sexy airline stewardesses, honey?"
"One of them I know pretty well," he said. "Think she'd have a party with us? I mean just we three?"
"I think so, Jill." His prick flexed; he loved the idea.
"Well, arrange it, honey," she giggled. "I always wanted to have a nice, swinging threesome with a big stud like you!"
He trembled; he rolled his chest into her tits. "You're the kind of a hot-cunted girl I've been looking for, baby."
"That small town stuff is boring me to tears," she giggled. "I don't think Karl and Anna will care. They can do their own fuck thing!"
He smiled and began to blade his cock into her pussy. She opened her legs again, meeting his strokes.
"Are you going to shoot me a load of come this time, honey?"
"Wait and see, baby. You said you wanted five more comes, and you have four to go."
"I'm so glad you're keeping count," she laughed. "The way I feel now, I could keep coming all night long!"