Chapter 1
"Oh, take it really slow now!" Freddi Sims breathed. "I'm almost ready to come!"
Carl Holt grimed acid rested. He hadn't had his cock in this long legged fox in quite a while. She was dressed like a man most of the time, pretending to be the husband of Ella, the luscious young redhead.
It was a forgery he didn't like, but the plan was necessary in this northern California straight-laced village, where the business of teaching music was doing very well indeed.
At least it was necessary for him, because he liked variety in the bedroom, and he had it. His wife Dotty was on the top- of the list, naturally. Then came Ella and finally Freddi.
The two 'couples' had one of the most impressive big homes in Seaside. Each one of the four had his or her own studio, with double living space at the back and on the second floor. Villagers considered it wonderful that two young married couples could be so cooperative.
Freddi, with her boyish build, long legs, wide shoulders and rather smallish tits, had no problems with being 'male.' She enjoyed it. Townspeople thought 'he' was so charming! She was also damn good fucking.
Carl's Cunts, as he thought of them to himself, accepted his dominant place in the home. If any one of them didn't like it, it was down the road, baby.
He was fucking them one at a time now, but he was working them gradually toward a party situation. Carl, at thirty-three, had been a male model in his younger years. A real southern California swinger. Times had gotten a little rough.
But he still had his looks, his body, his knowledge of music and his ten inch prick. At San Francisco he had put his 'package' together and had taken his cunts farther north to Seaside. In some ways it was a dull fucking life. People here did their small town things, surf fishing, boat fishing and acting sanctimonious.
"Ohhh, I'm ready now, Carl!" Freddi whined, her long legs swinging back farther. She had a naturally tight cunt, and he probed it carefully with his cock. It was Sunday, a no work time, and Dotty and Ella had gone down to Crescent City to shop. A little. They both knew he'd be horning Freddi. They got all the thick cock they wanted; sharing was what this setup was all about.
Carl made her wait a bit longer. He nuzzled her cute little firm tits, watching the expression of rapture on her pixie face. Her boyish hairdo didn't bug him. She put on girlish makeup when he got in her panties.
"Ohhh, please, Carl!" she whined. "I sure need this one!"
"Okay, baby, get your nuts off!" he growled.
She gasped, he stroked deep three times, and she went off. Her vivid leg shakes, the arch of her tits and the slight but delicious tightening of her cunt, almost sucked his load. He didn't intend to squirt for quite a while. Freddi usually needed about four good orgasms. He would have his squirt for her final go-off. Not that he couldn't get it up again. He never liked to exhaust himself; with two other cunts in the house you never could tell when one of them would get the hots.
"Ohhh, that's good!" she breathed, softening.
"You're improving, Freddi," he chuckled, kissing a pointy little breast tip.
She cooed and arched her boobs up for his delectation. Her fine snug pussy twitched around his ten incher.
"Now, you get on top-," he chuckled. "You need practice."
"Oh, damn you!" she giggled. "I'm not as limber as Ella."
"How do you know Ella fucks on top-?" he asked.
"She told me," Freddi purred.
Ella was the seductive young redhead, barely twenty. She taught violin. Freddi was the guitar instructor and Carl and Dotty handled the piano and keyboard pupils. Five days a week they were all busy. The Holt Music Studio had gained quite a reputation.
"You get the hang of it, and you'll really go-go," Carl said. "You can time your climaxes better."
"Oh, all right!" she giggled.
He lifted up and hauled his cock out of Freddi's brown-haired cunt. She stared at his prick, wide-eyed.
"I don't see how all that cock goes in me!" she breathed.
"I'll explain it some time," he chuckled. He sank down on his back and she crawled over above him. He had run into several girls as leggy as Freddi, and all had turned into fine top- fuck artists. Girls who loved fucking caught on quickly enough!
She balanced on both knees and her left arm, trying to guide his cock up into her slit. He helped her. As his meat began squeezing up into her slick, wet cunt, she moaned with delight.
"Ohhhh, you stud, you!"
"Nice silky pussy," he murmured.
She trembled, her ass came down and his prick went all the way upward into her hot, shivery cunt. He drew her knees in at his sides. Her wide smile, her flush of pleasure, made him feel extremely fine.
He had never lacked for cunt since his early teens. Girls and women looked at him with lust in their eyes. He had grown up at Santa Barbara, one of the Pussy Plenty centers of southern California. His father, living at Phoenix now, was still in real estate, and he had taught Carl the ins and outs.
Carl had his California broker's license, al-though he hadn't been active recently. Music was his central interest--and cunt. Especially cunt. He had been broken in at twelve by a visiting distant cousin of thirty:-Five or so. She had caught him one afternoon when. his parents were gone, she had lured him into the guest bedroom and had had him fucked in less than fifteen minutes.
It had been ten times more exciting than jacking off!
The buxom cousin had stayed long enough to give him a good beginning education in sex, and he had never forgotten. In later years he realized his parents had known all about it, and had encouraged cousin Nell to initiate him into fucking. Great!
Freddi began to stroke her beautiful narrow ass, and he cuddled her cute, pointy tits in his hands. Too bad she had to hide them most of the time. She liked the part she played, though. Men around town considered Freddi a sissy, and she stayed away from then, naturally. Exposure would mean he'd have to set up shop in some other city. Things were good here.
He had several young, fresh piano pupils who were ready to fuck any time he gave the word, but the one he had a hard-on for lived right next door with her not bad looking aunt. The girl's name was Marci Evans, and she was one of the most seductive twats he had seen in a long time.
She was tall, leggy and slightly plump, with flashing dark eyes and amazing tits. She worked at a bank down town. Her aunt Helen Wood had inherited enough money to live on comfortably. She had given Carl the old signal several times. 'It's here if you want it, big man.'
Marci was shy, though. She wanted prick the worst way, but wouldn't hand out any bold come-on glances the way her aunt Helen did. He had the distinct impression that Marci, at nineteen, was a virgin.
He wanted to pluck that sweet, ripe cherry. She learned quickly on the piano, a bright chick. No boyfriends. Helen appeared to have no 'steady' either. A whole lot of cunt going to waste right next door. And he was going to do something about it.
"Ohhh, I do like it up here, Carl!" Freddi gasped, pumping faster. "Hold me, I'm coming! Ohhhhh!"
"Come, baby, come hard!" he urged, tensing his prick. He wasn't worrying about getting off too soon with the girl on top-.
"Uhhh, ohhh, ohhhh!" Freddi cried, her ass flying. Her cute face twisted, her tits jiggled in his hands, and her good snug little cunt twitched lightly with the beat, beat, beat of her fun drum. Very gooood.
She finished with a swift flurry, and sagged forward, panting against his throat. He cuddled her ass while she hunched through her goodies. Her thighs pressed at his body, she rolled her tits against his chest.
"Very good, Freddi," he murmured.
She giggled. She was a good natured pussy, obviously glad to act girlish after five days of acting like a young man. Dotty had picked her from a long list of applicants. The most difficult feature was simple; the girl had to be willing to share in a three-girl, one man, household.
"How did you talk your wife into this kind of setup, anyway?" Freddi asked, resting, her cunt oozing juice down on his nuts.
"With this," he chuckled, flexing his cock.
"Animal!" she purred.
"A man like me needs lots of pussy," he said, truthfully.
"Oh, I know!" she sighed. "They fall all over you, any age. You could be a rich gigolo if you wanted to go that route."
"I like to be my own man, Freddi," he said . . .
Freddi returned to her top- riding pose, her cunt aching. God, how she loved his big, long thick cock! She really didn't object to Carl's 'arrangement' There were times of the month when she didn't care for sex at all. Being married would pose problems; men wanted steady cunt at home. They would put up with the usual rough week and lay off, but that was it.
Dotty was slightly off and on herself. She said she appreciated a couple of girls around to take off the 'pressure.' Carl was a stud who needed a lot of cunt. Dotty admitted that keeping Carl satisfied was beyond her capabilities. Freddi and Ella were free to leave any time. It was not like they were concubines; they earned their own money and shared in expenses.
Freddi certainly hadn't known much about fucking before joining in with Carl and Dotty. After leaving home at nineteen she had played guitar in a traveling country-western band. Her voice wasn't good, so she had drifted up to San Francisco and found a job serving drinks in a cocktail lounge.
Guys she let get in her panties simply hadn't done much for her. She enjoyed masturbating, however, and still did, occasionally. But her first 'date' with Carl had opened her eyes! He knew how to do things to heat her up good and make her come several times!
She was practical enough not to 'fall in love' with him. That would be ridiculous! Who needed that?
Slowly she began to go after her next climax. She would play it along this time! He'd been encouraging her to 'drag out' the fun during a fuck. She certainly did when she played with herself. Yes, Carl was a special man. His cock went up in her so far! He had awakened a zone of her body she hadn't ever been aware of, a deep tender spot that triggered fantastic sensations!
Since he had started fucking her she had found that all of her sex was better, including her 'self gratification.' Her clit had more sensitivity, and her breasts were more 'into' it. Also she felt better. She had more bounce Getting banged real good now and then was better than exercise and diets and vitamins!
"That's the way to fuck, Freddi," Carl encouraged.
"You taught me how!" she giggled.
"Such a pleasant activity," he chuckled, fondling her tits. "Girls should at least know what to do with a big, hard cock."
"You're awful!" she breathed, stroking again and again. Oh, she really wanted to come now, but she held back. It was more fun this way! Her cunt had a way of clinging tightly to his cock, and when it twitched with her orgasm she often had the impression that she was going to faint!
A few more lingering thrusts. Honeyed tingles fanned out through her pelvis, her clit was achy, her nipples stiff and tender. Stroke, stroke, stroke! Ohhhhh! She tried pausing one more time, and couldn't. She was starting her goodies!
"Come good and hard, baby!" he muttered, flexing his huge cock. "You're getting my nuts off!"
"Ohhhhh!" she whimpered, fucking swiftly. "Yes, Carl! Yesss! Come with me!"
Usually he waited longer, but whenever it happened, she adored it! He gripped her tits tightly, his face twisted, his big prick throbbed! A harsh groan of animal pleasure broke from his throat. Her cunt fluttered and tightened delectably! She was humping and crying out and having her fun, fun, fun! That deep-in tender zone of her cunt sent waves of rapture all through her body.
"Ughhhh!" he growled, thrusting upward. "Fuuuuuck! That's real good cuuuunt!"
She finished the best part of her climax and fell forward, panting and shivering. She was used to his harsh words, they didn't matter any more. What she was feeling certainly did! She hunched and writhed, smelling his jism. She slid her breasts across his tanned chest, alive to his exotic animal appeal, aware of a deep satisfaction that nothing else had ever touched. He was simply an artist in bed, he had 'brought her out,' turned her into a responsive bedmate.
"Oh, I adore this, Carl!" she giggled, hunching playfully. His cock was still hard, although not as thick as before.
"You pulled it right out of me, baby," he said, patting her on the ass. "After while are you going to suck my cock and get it good and hard again?"
She never had performed oral. Several guys she'd fucked during her country music phase had asked her to eat cock, but she had refused. Not one of them had offered to go down on her!
"I will if you'll do the same for me!" she breathed.
"Hey, naturally!" he said. He didn't seem to 'lose it' right after going off, like most guys. "I'm surprised, Freddi."
"We're going to have to get to know each other better, stud," she purred. "You just never asked!"
He chuckled. "We'll take turns at the bathroom and get it on, huh?"
"The sooner the better!" she giggled. She lifted up and stared down between her opened thighs. She loved to see his cock emerge from her cunt, streaked with jism and her pussy juices. Globs of his come stuff nestled in his pubic hair. He shot a lot of it! She giggled, rolled away and slid off the bed, moving toward the rest room.
She was going to have her very first oral! She would suck her very first prick! Here she was, twenty-four already, and she hadn't been any-where. She planned to remedy that situation!
Carl stretched out and grinned. Give a hot pussy enough rope and she'd go right along! He wasn't sure why he hadn't gotten around to sucking Freddi's cunt. He and Dotty had been into oral for several years. That blonde sexpot really went for it.
His pretty wife had her limitations, though. She had told him several times she appreciated a rest while he enjoyed Ella and Freddi. Dotty knew he needed pussy aplenty. They had a fine relationship.
Freddi came prancing out of the john, and he slid off the bed, grabbing her as she wiggled nearer. She melted in, trembling. Their mouths locked, her tongue flew. He fondled her sweet, firm ass, inhaling her girlish aromas, the smell of ripe cunt.
"Mmmmmm!" she whined, arching her crotch at his swelling prick. He had used a towel on it, he was fairly clean. Her tongue continued to dive and swirl in his mouth.
Her puffy, clinging lips came free. "You don't have to go in the bathroom, Carl! I want it now!"
"Good!" he muttered, leading her to the bed. "Stretch out on your back and let's start eating."
"Oh, this is exciting!" she giggled.
She moved down, legs wide apart, and he crawled above her, turn-around style. He opened his legs above her head, and she had his cock in her right hand in no time at all. He looked down at her cute, freshened cunt. Yeahhhh.
He didn't believe her story about never having had oral. It seemed incredible. He might never know, either, because some girls went for it like they were born for it. Nobody had to tell a chick how to mouth kiss, and sucking cock seemed to come naturally, also.
Anyway, he was in for a feast . . .