Chapter 11
Paul woke me up the next morning by nuzzling my cheek and running his hand along my hip and belly.
"Umm," I hummed, reaching up and stroking his cheek. "Good morning, honey," I said, turning over.
He kissed me full on the lips and slid his hand down between my legs. "Good morning to you," he said. He mounted me and without further ado slid his cock into me.
"Ooh, my goodness!" I gasped. "You're stiff this morning! Oh, you're so hard, sweet hubby! Fuck me, honey. Dig it in deep. Hammer it to me. Oh, dear hubby-ahh! I'm almost cumming already!"
And in less that a minute I did, twisting my body up as he humped me, pumping wad after wad of jism up my cunt. "Oh, darling," I sighed, "ohh ... ahh. What a nice way to wake up in the morning."
He was still stretched out on top of me, his pecker still imbedded in me. "You're nice to wake up to," he said.
"So are you," I said, caressing his cheek. "Can you imagine always feeling like this-I mean, constantly? How good it would be to feel all the time like you do when you're making love or like you do just before or after you've made love."
"That would be ecstasy, I guess," Paul said.
"Yes. It would be heaven on earth. Constant anticipation, arousal, orgasm and afterglow. A world of fuck. Constant fuck."
"An awesome thought," Paul smiled.
"Maybe it's just a dream. It might not be possible to feel that way all the time, but I think it's very possible to come close. I know that I'm almost constantly aroused."
"Are you?" Paul asked.
"Yes."
"Umm," he purred, "that's nice to hear." He slowly moved his rod in my vagina.
"I'm almost constantly thinking about it," I said. "Anticipating it, wanting it, feeling it."
Paul's cock was growing. He began sliding it up my quiff.
"And I think it's possible to do a lot of things to keep that arousal and orgasm and afterglow going-to maintain it."
He slid his stiff dick up and down my sheath.
"We can share our bodies with other people," I continued. "Those we feel affection or desire for. We can respond to those who want us. Oh, Paul, we can lick and suck and fuck them. They can suck and fuck me!"
Paul rapped his dick in my quim.
"I wanna suck and lick them all! I wanna be sucked and licked and fucked every day and every night! Every fucking minute! I want sucking lips on my titties and pussy. I want big stiff cocks up my ass, in my mouth, my cunt-every day, every night-all the fucking timel"
Paul squirted his spunk deep in me.
"Ohh, I wanna feel like this all the time!"
"Oh, baby," Paul moaned, kissing my neck, my cheeks, my shoulders. "I'll do all I can to give you what you want, I'll do all I can. I want to make you happy, to make you feel good, satisfy you. What makes you happy makes me happy."
"Oh, honey," I said. "We can do it. We can live in a world of fuck." I rubbed his cheek with mine, stroked his shoulders and moved my pussy slowly up and down his prick. "We have friends, honey, friends who'll help us live in that world-ohh, that world of constant fuck!"
"Whatever makes you happy, honey," Paul said, "that's what I want."
"It'll make you happy and feel good too," I said. "Just wait and see."
Even though it was Saturday, Paul got up to get ready to go to work. He always had to "report" at the main office the day after he returned from his sales trips.
"Don't they know that its Saturday?" I asked.
"I doubt it," Paul said, smiling. "Company policies observe no distinctions in the days of the week. Just be thankful it's not Sunday."
"I'll be thankful when you no longer have to go on trips at all."
"I know," Paul said. "So will I. Oh well, one of these days."
The phone rang. It was Sandy.
"Hey, sugar babe, what's cookin'?" she came on with a McCoy accent.
"Oh, just some hog jowls and chittlins and hominy grits, honey pot," I said.
"Sounds finger-licking good, sweet thang," she laughed.
"Good to the last drop."
"I'll lick to that. Is that good-looking husband of yours around the old homestead yet?"
"Why, he shore is, sugar dumplin'. He got in last night."
"I bet he did," Sandy laughed. "I bet he got in four or five times."
"I lost count."
"Well, what you all gonna do tonight?" she asked.
"Oh, probably just stay around the old homestead and ride a few studs."
"Sounds plumb excitin', honey. Why don't you all come over here tonight and we'll really ride some studs."
"Just a sec," I said. "Honey, would you like to go over to Sandy and Burt's tonight?"
"Sure."
"Sandy? Yeah, that'll be fine. About eight? Okay."
I gave the phone to Paul. "Sandy wants to speak to you."
Paul spoke with her for a few minutes, then hung up. He smiled and wagged his head. "Sandy," he murmured. "That's the first time a woman's ever breathed heavily and talked dirty to me over the phone.
"She's got the hots for you."
"Is that what it's called?"
"And you've got the hots for her."
Paul looked at me and smiled. "Well, I don't know if I would call it the hots. Let's just say I feel a little brotherly affection toward her."
"Oh, come on," I laughed. "Admit it. You can't wait to get into her panties."
"Well...."
"Or should I say, get her out of her panties? Now, I don't mind. Believe me I don't. As a matter-of-fact I'll help you."
"You'll help me?" Paul asked.
"Yes-to get her out of her panties."
"I'll keep that in mind...."
Paul and I arrived at Sandy and Burt's about eight that evening.
"Welcome to Bacchus House," Sandy said, handing both of us a glass of wine. She was wearing a red leather vest, unbuttoned, and a very brief red leather skirt. With her flowing red hair, emerald eyes, tawny skin and painted red lips she looked like a bacchanalian priestess.
"Where's Zita?" I asked.
"She's visiting relatives," Sandy said. "Visiting her other uncle. Burt's about to go crazy," she laughed. "He's been suffering from aconstant state of incestuous deprivation all day. I pity poor Zita when she does show. Burt'll wear her out."
"You better believe it," Burt said.
"Burt's been testy all day," Sandy said. "Maybe now that you're here you can smooth his feathers."
"Hey, Paul," Burt said, "do you know anything about VCR's?"
"A little," Paul said.
"Mine's screwed up," Burt said. "Some of the tapes I put in it don't show up on the screen. Can't figure it out. Let me show you."
Paul and Burt went into the rumpus room.
"Come into the kitchen, Fawn," Sandy said. "I'm putting the finishing touches on our feast."
Sandy had a spread on the table, everything from grapes to ham to oysters to cheese to olives.
"My God!" I exclaimed. "There's enough food to feed an army."
"The way I feel tonight I could feed an army," Sandy smiled mischievously. "Or rather, an army could feed me. No, it's just a proven fact that if you're going to participate in any sustained physical exertion you need to periodically eat and drink something."
"Sustained physical exertion?" I laughed.
"Oh well, an orgy, then."
I looked at Sandy's vest and skirt. "I love your vest. You look like a real pagan."
"I feel like one," she said. She pulled and held her vest open. "Do you really like it?"
I looked at her high-riding breasts. I reached out and laid my fingers on one of them and'brushed the nipple.
"Umm," Sandy purred.
I kissed her breasts and flicked her nipples with my tongue. She caressed my cheek. "You're hot tonight, aren't you. Don't worry, hon, you're gonna get all the loving you want." She nuzzled my neck and stroked my tits. "Umm-your breasts are really hot." She ran her hand between my legs and palmed my vulva. "Ah, your little cunny is red-hot!"
"Oh, Sandy," I breathed huskily. I spread my legs and grasped her shoulders. She wrapped an arm around my waist and held me close and rubbed my pussy up and down.
"Oh, Sandy!" I panted. "Don't stop-Oh, God-I'm gonna go off! Now! Oh, yes!" I writhed my pelvis up against her hand. She kept rubbing my labes as I hunched in the throes of climax.' 'Oh, Sandy," I moaned.
"Ah, you're really ready for it tonight, aren't you," she cooed. "Well, so am I.I can't wait to get it on with Paul. Come on, let's go in."
We went to the living room. Burt and Paul came out of the rumpus room.
"Oh well, it lasted for three years, anyway," Burt said. "That's pretty good, considering, I guess." He looked at us. "Well, kiddos, no movie tonight. The VCR's kaput. Too bad. I had a real scorcher to show too. 'AC/DC Wives,' starring Brigit Astar and Bunny Fulks."
"Well, Sandy said, "I guess we'll just have to provide our own entertainment. Who're Brigit Astar and Bunny Fulks, anyway?"
"They just happen to be the two hottest women porn stars in the industry," Burt said. 'AC/DC Wives' is their debut together."
"AC/DC Wives," Sandy said. "Hmm, tell you what. How would you boys like to see a live show starring Sandy Sharp and Fawn Wilcox?"
"Sure," they answered.
"Okay, you guys stay right there. Fawn and I are gonna go into the 'theater' and we'll call you in when we're ready. No peeking. Don't come in till I call for you. And when you do come in, no touching the performers until the performance is over."
Sandy and I went into the bedroom. "I don't know what you have in mind," I said, laughing.
"Just follow my lead and wing it," Sandy said. "Now, here's what we'll do...."
"Okay, boys," Sandy called out, "you can come in now."
Burt and Paul entered and looked at Sandy and me.
"Tonight, for your perverse enjoyment," she said to them, "two of the hottest wives in the industry will perform a skit entitled "Fawn In The Movies." The part of the innocent young aspiring starlet will be played by Fawn Wilcox, and the part of the worldly lustful talent scout and casting director by Sandy Sharp. Lights, camera, action." Sandy turned to me.
"There is a part still open for our film, Ms. Wilcox, that you might be able to fill."
"Really?! Oh, Ms. Sharp, I'd do anything to get a part in the film."
"Yes, well, we'll see. Have you ever modeled or posed or acted in the nude?"
"No, I haven't."
"Well, the part that's open requires some partial nudity."
"Partial nudity?"
"Yes. A couple of frontal breast shots."
"Gee, I don't know about that. I'd be awfully nervous about showing my breasts."
"Let's see how they look. We'll just unbutton your blouse, here and see ... Oh, you have beautiful breasts. No problem at all. Tell you what. We'll run through the two scenes. Now, in the first scene, you're undressing and you open your blouse. That's the first breast shot. Then the woman vampire comes up behind you-like this. Okay, the second shot will show you lying on the bed-yes, get down on the bed. Okay. And the vampire comes up and lies on top of you-like this-and goes down on your neck-like this-and sucks your blood. Those are the two shots. What do you think?"
"I guess so ... but I'd be so nervous."
"Oh, don't worry about being nervous. We'll rehearse the scenes. Believe me, we'll rehearse them a lot ... Your breasts are really beautiful. Umm, they're suckable."
"What-what are you doing? Ms. Sharp!"
"I'm gonna love your body. They taste so good!"
"Oh, Ms. Sharp, what are you doing? You're a woman!"
"So are you, Ms. Wilcox."
"But it's wrong! It's perverted!"
"Yes, that makes it twice as sweet!"
"Oh, God ... but I'm married!"
"So am I, Ms. Wilcox. What's that going to do with being in the movies? Or with me sucking your titties?"
"But I've never been unfaithful to my husband!"
"There's always a first time."
"It's so perverted!"
"Ah, yes! And it feels so good!"
"What are you doing! You're ... oh, no-no! You're not going to lick me? Oh, not down there!"
"Ah, you've got a sweet lovely cunny! Ummm umh!"
"Oh, no! Don't lick me there! Oh, it's wrong! Oh, God, it's so perverted! Oh, a woman licking me! Oh, it's so hot and wet! Oh, Christ-what would my husband say? Oh, God-I don't care what he says! Ohh, it feels too good! Ohh, lick me! Oh, Ms. Sharp-I love it!"
"You've got the part, honey. You'll be playing the scene with me. I play the part of the vampire."
"Ohh, suck me!"
Sandy crawled up beside me.
"Well, that's the end of the performance," she said to Burt and Paul.
They stood there, their cocks straining forward in their pants. We raised our legs and bent them back. "Come and get it, boys," Sandy said.
Burt and Paul rushed forward, tearing at their clothes. Burt mounted me and stuffed his turgid prick in my cunt. He rasped as he drove his swollen penis into me. I saw Paul's dick sink into Sandy's pussy.
Burt plowed it in me, heaving his hard peter up to my depths. "Fuck!" he growled. "Fuck your hot pussy!"
Sandy writhed her body up to meet Paul's lunges. "Umm-ahh," she crooned. "Oh, give it to me, baby! Faster-ooh, harder, baby, harder! Oh, ram it in your sister's cunt! Good and hard!"
Paul thumped it to her, fucking her with hard thrusts. Paul cried, "You sweet fucking pussy! Oh, sis! Oh, yeah!"
Burt pumped it in me two miles a minute. Sandy suddenly gave out a harsh cry, jerked her body, then lunged up, panting and gasping. "Now!" she cried. "Fuck it to me! Fuck a hard hot fuck in me! Screw a cum in me! Squirt it, Paul-squirt me full of fuck! Oh Christ-I'm cumming! Squirt your cum in your sister's cunt!"
"Goddamn, I'm gonna shoot it!" Burt roared. "Ohh, Fawn, you pussy baby! Cum with me!"
"Oh, yes!" I gasped. "Oh, yes, I'm gonna cum with you! Oh, Burt, cram it in me-cram your cream deep in me!"
I arched my back and heaved my ass up and a shattering orgasm exploded within me just as Burt began humping his spunk in me. I clamped my cunt muscles around his spurting dick, drawing his sperm up in my gut.
All of us lay there, gasping, panting, overcome by the exertion of our tremendous fuck. When we finally stirred, Burt said, "Boy, that was some show you put on."
"Yeah," Burt said, fondling me, "it's watching two beautiful young women lick and suck each other and knowing they love it. And they know they're being watched! It's plumb wicked."
"Are they trying to tell us that it turns them on to watch us love each other's bodies?" Sandy said to me.
"I think so," I said.
"Well, in that case," Sandy said, climbing on top of me. Paul clambered over and pulled at Sandy's hips, pulling her up on her knees. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pushed his rod into her pussy. Sandy went down on me, lapping my vulva as Paul pricked her from behind. Burt knelt beside my head and guided his pole to my mouth. I opened up and took him in.
"Ah, that's it!" Burt groaned. "Ah, suck it, baby! Suck my dick! Goddamn!" He called to Paul, "Yeah-fuck my wife, Paul! Screw my wife while yours sucks my dick! Goddamn, it don't get any better than this!"
I sucked on Burt's cock, holding the base of it. His root was too long and thick to take it all in, but he gunned at least two-thirds of it down my mouth. "Ah, dick your mouth, baby!" he rasped.
His cob was hot and rigid but velvety smooth and moist. I cupped his testicles as I blew him. His nut sac was hot and heavy and full. I braced myself. I knew that when he came he would squirt a tremendous amount of juice in my mouth.
Sandy's mouth was driving me crazy. She darted her tongue in and out of my slit as she sucked and pulled on my clitoris with her lips. The simultaneous motion and feeling of Burt's pecker jamming my mouth and Sandy's tongue and lips licking and sucking my cunt sent icy flames shooting down my throat and up my quim to converge in the pit of my belly.
From where I lay I saw Paul kneeling behind Sandy, humping his peter up her pussy. His head was thrown back and his face was contorted with lust. He gave out a rasping cry and plunged his prick way up her quiff.
I felt Burt's rod swell and jerk and he jacked it up, sliding it in my mouth in fast hunches. He suddenly clutched my head and shot his spunk. It filled my mouth and I began swallowing it as fast as I could. I caressed his balls and the base of his staff as his torrid cream gushed down my throat. "Oh, goddamn!" he gasped. I milked him dry, then he fell down beside me. "Oh, Sandy, sis-here it is!" Paul cried. "Ahh, I'm gonna give you all I got! All the way! Oh, sis, all the goddamn frigging way!"
Paul let Sandy have it, strumming his club fast and hard up her sheath, then giving a mighty heave. "Oh, sis! Oh, sis! Oh, sis!" he cried.
We took an extended break, refreshing ourselves with food and wine, and sat naked in a circle in the living room.
"I wonder who it was that thought up the idea of group fucking," Burt said.
"Probably the same person who thought up the idea of adultery and incest," I said.
"Whoever it was, was a genius," Burt said.
"You can say that again," Paul said.
"I'd say he or she didn't think it up," Sandy said. "I'd say it just came naturally. I'd say that group fucking was the norm until monogamy came along."
"Yeah," I said. "In the beginning was Fuck-and the group was with Fuck-and the group was Fuck."
"Yeah," Sandy laughed, "something like that. All I know is, there's nothing else like group fucking, where everyone in the group is totally uninhibited and lustful."
"What makes it even better," I said, "is where there're people in the group that are married."
"And kin," Sandy said, reaching out and fondling Paul's penis. She got on her knees and took his cock in her mouth. He touched her cheeks, got up on his knees and began hunching her face.
I raced over, got on my knees behind Sandy and slid my tongue into her slit. I tasted and licked the remains of Paul's semen in her pussy. The mixture of his sperm and her fuck-juice was tangy, musky, delicious. I lapped and sucked it all up.
I felt the tip of Burt's cob upon my cunt. I reached around and grabbed his peter. It was stiff. He pushed it in me and jolts of ecstatic flame rushed up my quiff. A wave of humid juice flowed down my vagina.
He slid his hard prick up me in one smooth slide. He was in to the hilt. He began dicking it to me in strong strokes. I humped my ass back to meet his oncoming thrusts. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them hard.
"Yeah!" he rasped. "We're fucking now! Stuffing every inch of it in that slick cunt! Reaming you out, baby! Pumping it in you!" He pulled and squeezed my titties and heaved his rapier deep in my quim.
"Oh, God, oh, sis!" Paul cried. "Suck me! Suck your brother's dick! Ohh, I love your mouth! Yeah, your beautiful sucking mouth!"
"Fuck her mouth, Paul!" Burt called out. "Ball my wife's mouth! Yeah, and I'll ball your wife! Yeah, we'll screw 'em both!"
Burt gunned his pecker up to my very marrow, then gave me a dozen fast jabs with his poker. He cried out and his spunk gushed forth, a mighty stream of juice that washed up my gut. He pulled back, then slammed it in again, gave me a half-dozen raps and spurted another stream of sperm in me. Then a final chug of his cock and a final squirt.
"Ahh," he moaned, and sank down on my back.
"Swallow it!" Paul shouted. "Oh sis! Swallow every bit of it! Yeah, swallow your brother's cum!" He humped his crotch up against Sandy's face. She clutched his buttocks, pulling him forward onto her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out as she sucked in his jism. Her throat worked up and down as she swallowed.
"Oh, God!" Paul gasped as he let her go. He sank to the floor.
We broke for some more refreshments, then we lolled on the floor. I lay on my side with Burt stretched out behind me. Sandy did the same with Paul behind her. Sandy and I almost reached out and caressed each other's breasts. I said "almost" because, after all, we were tired.
"This is the life," Burt said about ten minutes later, rubbing my rump.
I reached and stroked his cheek. He nuzzled my neck.
"We should have been doing this a long time ago," Paul said to me.
"I know," I replied. "We've got a lot to catch up on. I'm sure Sandy and Burt will help." I nuzzled Burt's cheek.
"I think we can manage that," Burt said, fingering my cunt.
"I know we can," Sandy said, reaching behind her and running her hand on Paul's cock.
I felt Burt's rod growing. He began rubbing it on my ass. I moved my ass around a bit.
"You know what I wanna do now, don't you," Burt said.
"I can make a good guess," I crooned.
"Yeah," Burt rasped, "you know what I want. I want a piece of that hot ass." He pulled me up on my knees. He stuck his middle finger in my pussy slit and rubbed his dick on my asshole.
"Ah, yes," I cried. "Oh, Burt, you're gonna slide that big slick dick in my ass-ahh, you're gonna fill my ass up with hot stuff!"
"Damn right, baby," he hissed. He nudged his tool in my rosebud.
"Oh, Burt!" I gasped. "Oh, goddamn motherfucker! Oh, God, oh, sweet Lucifer!"
"Unnh!" Burt groaned as he dug his meat up my rectum. "Ah, give me your ass, baby! Give me a piece of that tight ass!"
I cooed and purred. Paul suddenly pulled Sandy up on her knees and pushed his root up her ass.
Sandy and I remained side-by-side, on our hands and knees, as Paul and Burt reamed our asses. "Fuck!" Sandy cried. "Fuck forever!"