Chapter 12
"Come on, silly stop worrying about being the perfect host," Tina Edwards whispered in her sultry voice, as she and Bob Hudson danced. "Everyone's enjoying themselves with no need of any hosting help from you. Let's slip away somewhere and look at the stars together-or something." The wicked gleam that came into her dark eyes as she said "something" with a special little suggestive inflection in it made it pretty obvious what she had in mind. In addition, she and Pete had made no secret of their swapping activities in talking with Bob and Alice during intimate visits when no one else was around.
But Bob found himself in a strange emotional state. Part of him regretted having sent Gloria to the arms of her young groom, having refused the devoted love she'd been so ready to transfer to him. Another part of him was questioning the right or wrong of his seduction of the luscious Gloria at the hot springs pool that morning and felt inclined to regret that.
So he didn't feel exactly cocked and primed to plunge into any equally questionable new adventures, regardless of how much Tina's luscious flesh stirred up his male juices. But Tina wasn't easily discouraged. She merely altered her tactics. When the record they'd been dancing to ended and all the dancers paused, waiting for another record in the stack to drop, Tina suggested, "If you've just got to play host some more, why don't you circulate among your guests right now while I run to our cabin and slip into something more comfortable?"
The way she said, "comfortable" caused something to go flashing through Bob's mind translating her use of the word to actually mean, "revealing." He glanced down at Tina's attractive see-through blouse and its generous exposure of her bare flesh, particularly her lovely naked breasts, underneath, wondering what the hell she could possibly slip into that might be even more revealing? He felt his cock wondering too, starting to rise beyond the half-mast state of interest just dancing with her and looking down at the scenery available to his view through that flimsy blouse had brought alive. She was one damned attractive dish under even more subdued circumstances. When that natural attractiveness was multiplied by the excitement Bob felt from just knowing how available she was he felt it was enough to raise a hard on even a eunuch.
"You get any more comfortable," he said, giving the word the same inflection Tina had, "and you'll wind up getting yourself raped."
She wrinkled her nose at him, her eyes dancing seductively as she teased, "Promises, promises-." She turned and moved away toward her cabin before he could make any rejoinder.
The way she slung her ass back and forth, undulating it with the ease and supreme confidence of long and successful practice, as she walked away from him was her silent but very loud rejoinder. It said she felt absolutely certain that this was the night she was finally going to lay Bob Hudson, despite anything he might be foolish enough to hope would prevent it.
As Bob watched her go, standing there like he was frozen, like he was powerless to tear his eyes away from that mocking, cock-sure, undulating ass of hers, he found himself feeling resentful that any other human felt they could take him and his reactions so for granted. He determined he was going to give her the surprise of her damned life. Regardless of what state of attractive dress or undress she returned in, he vowed to himself he would be as unresponsive as a statue.
Then Bob tore his eyes away from Tina's taunting luscious ass desperately, turning his attention to his guests. A new record had dropped, the music was just starting and all the others stood poised to begin dancing again. Bob's eyes scanned them quickly. Surprise flashed through him as he missed several people for the first time. Tina had glommed onto him while he'd still been watching Gloria reluctantly go to join Ransom. She'd managed quite skillfully ever since to keep his attention from wandering to anything or anybody beyond her and her gorgeous body.
So Bob found himself now suddenly wondering where the hell his dear helpmate, Alice, had disappeared to. Where was Brad Richards? And that cold fish Maynord Dixson and his poor, tormented wife? And Rene Delon? And Pete Edwards? Where the hell was that damned Pete? Had that smooth-talking son-of-a-bitch lured Alice out in the bushes somewhere to seduce her while Tina gave him the works? He and Alice had talked between themselves about what they knew Pete and Tina were here at the ranch in hopes of accomplishing this summer: converting the Hudsons to their swinging philosophy.
Belatedly it registered that Jamison Delon and Mario Richards were the only guests remaining. And Bob found those two were dancing together and that surprised him; they seemed to make a damned un-likely couple. He'd been expecting Jamison to try making a play for Tex or one of his other wranglers. But Tex was starting the new dance with one of the college girls who did maid's chores in the guest cabins mornings and served as a waitress evenings during dinner. All the hired help joined the guests to provide a greater variety of partners whenever the evening's entertainment was dancing. So now Bob found that except for Mario and Jamison, the only dancers remaining were the hired help. That damned Tina had really had him out of it, his head filled with tantalizing visions of him getting into it; her cunt, that is. He stood there watching the others begin the dance, feeling more than slightly foolish to discover so much obviously had happened without his being aware of any of it.
Then Tina came running back, still dressed as she had been. As she approached, she gestured to him while urging breathelessly, "Come on, come on! I want you to see something!"
She grabbed Bob's hand and he trotted after her without resistance as she reversed directions and ran back the way she had come, leading him into the darkness. He was surprised to find she wasn't leading him toward the cabin she and Pete occupied. Instead she was heading for Brad and Mario Richards' cabin. What the hell was up?
As they neared the cabin, Tina slowed abruptly, her body slumping into a stealthy crouch as she drew closer. She gestured for absolute silence with a finger before her lips. Bob had visions of what an ass he'd look like if anyone saw him sneaking up this way to one of his guest's cabin like some damned peeping tom. But Tina kept a firm grip upon his hand, insistently dragging him after her. Besides that, she had his curiosity stirred.
They reached a cabin window. The drapes had been drawn, but a narrow crack remained unclosed. With the lights on inside, the crack afforded Bob and Tina almost as good a view of the bedroom inside as the whole window would have. Bob stood here with his eyes bugging in surprise at what he saw. Tina glanced at him and giggled.
Inside the bedroom, Alice Hudson and Brad Richards were bare-assed, as they had been at the hot springs pool. Brad's cock was just as hard as it had been when Alice used it like a handle to grip him as she led him out of the pool. She was telling him, "Okay, so you've proved to me you're the world's greatest cunt licker, the world's champion pussy pie eater. But you still haven't fucked me, lover. That's what us girls dream about when we watch you up there on the big screen at the movies or even on the boob-tube. We cream our panties imagining how great it'd be having that beautiful cock of yours filling the longing emptiness inside our bellies. Your tongue's the greatest, but no tongue's in the contest if they try to compete with a delicious male cock."
Affectionately she stroked Brad's rigid cock as she ended. Then she turned from him and threw herself upon the bed, bouncing playfully upon it several times after she landed. She straightened herself, then spread her long legs wide as she glanced up at the handsome movie star invitingly. But Brad didn't move. He just stood there looking strangely troubled.
Alice frowned too, suddenly, then demanded rather testily, "Does the idea of fucking me actually seem so repulsive to you?"
"Anything but repulsive, darling," Brad assured her earnestly.
"Then what the hell's wrong?" Alice demanded. "You promised if I let you eat my pussy first, you'd fuck me afterward if I still wanted you to. You ate my pussy three times out at the hot springs and made me have five or six orgasms every time. But right after you ate it the very first time, I told you I still wanted you to fuck me. You wanted to eat me again instead. Right after you ate me the second time, I told you I still wanted you to fuck me. But you wanted to eat me again. Right after I finished coming the sixth or seventh time and you stopped eating me, I told you again I still wanted you to fuck me. But you made excuses about having to come back here to take some pills. So we're here, you've taken your pills, you still have a beautiful hard-on you seem determined not to use on me. So which of those other bitches are you saving it for so-."
"I'm saving it for no one else, darling!" he cut in sounding rather desperate. He hurried on, declaring, "If there ever was a woman I'd dearly love to fuck-you're that girl!"
"So what the hell's stopping you?" Alice demanded.
"Only fear," Brad murmured, sounding miserable. His hard cock began to soften, its head starting to droop, as if with some secret shame.
"Fear?" Alice echoed incredulously.
Brad nodded. "Cold fear."
"Fear of what?" he demanded.
He stared at her, his misery obvious, and finally said, "Fear of having my secret discovered. I've kept it successfully for years, now. Why the hell do you have to be so-insistent?"
"Just because I want you to keep your promise and fuck me, like you'd led me to expect-that's being insistent?" Alice demanded.
"But all the others I've played this game with acted grateful for the thrills I'd given them when I finished eating their pussy," Brad told her plaintively. "None of them seemed to mind not getting fucked. They acted grateful-."
"You've said that!" Alice cut in sharply. "Now how about telling me what you've got against fucking a girl who enjoys fucking better than having her cunt licked?"
"But all women are supposed to enjoy having their pussy eaten better than being fucked," the big movie star protested. "It's a well known-."
Again Alice cut him short, declaring, "All lesbians do, maybe. But not healthy, well adjusted, all-American girls like me; we're glad we're girls and girls were made to be fucked, so being fucked is what my kind of girl enjoys better than anything. A good fuck gives me a feeling of deep satisfaction somewhere away up inside me that even your blue-ribbon cunt licking can't come even close to. So I'm laying here still aching to be fucked, even though you've licked my cunt your expert-best three times. Now what the hell do I have to do to get you to fuck me? Get down on my knees and beg? Is that it? Are you just playing hard to get? Because if you are, I'm just about fed-."
"Nothing like that, darling," Brad interrupted quickly. "I told you it was fear that held me back."
Alice snorted, "Fear of what? What the hell has a beautiful hunk of man like you got to be afraid of?"
"Damn it!" he exclaimed. "I guess you just won't give up until you've dragged it out of me!"
She gave him a puzzled look. "Dragged what out?"
"Only my analyst knows," Brad murmured. "I've managed to even keep it from Mario. Of course we sleep together so seldom anymore-."
"Keep what from Mario," Alice cut in, "that only your analyst knows?"
Brad stood frowning darkly, shaking his head, his mouth clamped shut as if to hold back something too awful to face except in total privacy.
"What?" Alice insisted.
Abruptly his resistance seemed to crumble. Words tumbled from his lips as he blurted out, "I'm impotent! Now you've dragged it out of me, damn it! For the past three years, my damned cock just wilts the second I shove it into a woman's pussy. My analyst says it started because this damned bitchy co-star I had in a picture four years ago laughed at me. She'd played prick-teaser games with me all through the picture. So after the final wrap and the set party, she invited me to her dressing room, finally. Right after I'd gotten it into her, the bitch laughed and said, 'Darling, you'd better tie that little thing of yours in knots or double it or something, otherwise I'm not going to be able to feel a thing. It's just like I had nothing in me, this way.' And right about then she didn't have anything in her because my hard had wilted like my belittled cock was hanging its head in shame. And ever since then-."
Alice cut in, suddenly all sympathy, declaring, "You should have told that bitch, 'You'd better get to a doctor without a minute's delay, mouthy, and get that huge gash in your belly repaired before all your guts fall out!' You shouldn't have let her put you down, sweetheart. You have a beautiful cock, just like all the rest of you. She's the one who should have been made to feel deformed or something. Not you! Your cock's so big, in fact, it might even hurt me some if you aren't real careful."
"Do you really think so?" Brad asked with sudden eagerness.
"I wouldn't say so if I didn't," Alice assured him. "You really have a beauty. He'll probably fill my tight little cunt so full I'll feel like I'm about to split, but I know if it hurts me it'll hurt deliriously."
"Do you really think so?" Brad demanded again, hanging on her every word. He started to climb on the bed with her, eyes shining with a rather dazzled look like someone entranced.
"Please just be gentle with me," Alice murmured, her voice trembling slightly as if with uncertainty.
"Oh, baby, don't worry," Brad assured her with eager earnestness, "I'll be so very gentle. You are so precious, so-." He broke off, between her legs now, his rigid cock aimed, the head of it nuzzling into her cunt's slippery lips hungrily. He leaned against it slightly, starting it into her. Suddenly he exclaimed with delight, "Say, you are tight, aren't you?"
"Please be gentle," Alice murmured in that same small, trembling voice.
"Don't worry, sweetheart!" Brad chuckled heartily. "I'd cut this big cock of mine clear off before I'd hurt you one bit more than I can possibly help!"
He kept chuckling as he eased on into her. As his cock disappeared into her cunt, about once with every inch to disappear he repeated with incredulous delight, "You really are tight, aren't you, baby?"
As Brad's balls came against Alice's ass, she moaned, gasping, "Good Lord, is that about all of it? I don't think there's room left inside me for any more! Is that about all, darling? I'm about to burst, I'm so full of cock!"
Another delighted chuckle came from Brad. Then he assured her soothingly, "It's all in you now, little sweetie. I won't make you stretch to take any more. Gee-ronimo, but you have a delicious cunt! A sweet, tight, delicious cunt!"
"Oh, sweetheart, you're the one who's delicious," Alice gasped. "I've dreamed about this for so long. About your delicious cock filling all my emptiness inside me. About the heavenly feeling of holding your beautiful big cock so deep within me there's no room left to breathe!"
Outside the cabin window, watching intently as if fascinated by the sight inside, Bob Hudson murmured, "I'd give my left nut to have a camera and get some pictures of this! My sweet, prim, blue-nosed little wife seducing the bedazzled big movie star. What a switch! What a picture, if only I could get it."
Tina whispered, "I just happen to have a movie camera in our cabin all loaded with super-fast film to get even fast action in conditions of poor lighting. I'll be right back."
Unaware of any audience or camera crew for this performance, Brad began slowly drawing his cock out of Alice's clinging cunt, the tightness of it feeling indescribably delicious as it gripped his rigid shaft. "Just relax a little, sweetheart," he murmured, as if caught up in the illusion that he was giving an inexperienced virgin her very first fucking. "I'll go very slow and easy so I don't hurt you one bit more than I absolutely have to."
"You're so sweet and gentle," Alice panted, her words almost inaudible. "Oh, it hurts so good! So very, very good! Oh, get away-closer, darling. Oh, Lord! take it out, please take it out-deeper! Oh, dear Lord, it hurts-so good. So very, very good!"
Brad looked like a man in seventh heaven, instead of in a mere woman's cunt. "Sweetheart, sweetheart, baby!" he murmured ecstatically as he began sliding his cock in and out of Alice a little faster, delicious sensations beginning to rise through him in growing waves. He found himself trembling, as intensely excited as if this were his very first piece of ass-instead of merely the first piece he'd enjoyed in about three long years. Years which had only seemed like a lifetime. But all the mental anguish and frustration of those years suddenly had been swallowed up and disappeared in the glorious delight of Alice's tight cunt. It restored his masculine confidence in the adequacy of his cock to fill and please a desirable woman. It restored his pride in his manhood. It restored his sense of delight with life, his zest for life.
Under Brad, Alice was beginning to wriggle her ass and arch her back up off the bed to return his thrusts. She seemed to be straining to open herself for him to thrust into even deeper. She was beginning to moan and to utter little cries of ecstatic anguish. Her response to him was so exciting Brad felt his senses begin to reel, to be tossed and buffeted by mountainous waves of indescribably intense sensation.
He began losing awareness of everything except that fantastically soaring cargo of sensation ; began losing awareness even of Alice, except his awareness of that caressing, luscious cunt of hers in which he seemed to have lost himself and all the rest of the universe. He'd also lost all memory of any need to be gentle, of any need to go slow and easy. He began hammering his rigid cock in and out of her faster and harder and faster still, the tempo of his frantic thrusting becoming more and even more furious.
But Alice's supposedly delicate cunt suddenly seemed equal to all the increase in stress and strain. She released a little of the steady tension she'd been maintaining in the muscles of her cunt to make it feel virginally tight to Brad while he still retained doubts about his cock being big enough. Despite all the orgasms she'd enjoyed as a result of the oral lovemaking he'd treated her to at the hot springs pool, she felt a tremendous charge of excitement and soaring sensation beginning to mushroom within her cunt and lower belly. She no longer was merely putting on a act, no longer creating a deception in the hope of restoring Brad's confidence, no longer was only pretending when she moaned and groaned and gasped and writhed under him. It seemed incredible, but she felt certain if he gave her just a few seconds more before he exploded, she would be ready to blast off right with him.
Over her, Brad was lost in a fiery cloud of passion. His belly was making a loud, fast, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap in its collisions with hers as he hammered his cock into her fantastically delicious cunt. That cunt of hers had his whole cock and lower belly tingling and straining with indescribably intense sensations which kept building higher and higher still. His whole body was trembling with the excruciating tension . It was awful and wonderful, it was excruciating and fantastically delightful, it was heaven and it was hell, he hoped it would last forever and he felt he couldn't endure the delicious torment another instant.
Faintly he heard someone yelling. Fainter still there was an anguished scream coming from somewhere distantly. Somehow the scream reached into him, touching something that sent his excitement soaring even higher. That tripped the tremendous explosion he had been fearing and desperately hoping for. It brought a strangled yell out of him that drowned out all sound of that distant scream. It was ecstasy and terrible anguish melted indistinguishably into one.
Under him, Alice was screaming and bucking, almost as if frantic to tear her smoking cunt away from his burning cock. Yet her cunt was drinking up greedily the flood of hot male juices his pulsating cock was splattering all over her sensitive inner surfaces. She was only dimly aware of anything except her own raging sea of sensation. Her whole body seem to be shuddering, to be madly pulsating with the blinding power of it. She was coming, coming, coming!