Chapter 1
"Eddie, come here and be good to your hot little mama," Jan purred. She couldn't wait much longer. Today was the first time in over two months she hadn't literally raped him when he came home from work. Unexpected guests had arrived and taken her time.
After their friends had gone, Eddie went into the kitchen to refresh their drinks. Jan quickly dimmed the living room lights, slipped off her brief bikini-panties and spread her legs. She was sitting up in a semi-reclining leather armchair facing the kitchen door. Boy, would he get an eyeful!
Spreading her legs and hanging them over the side of the chair, her hand moved slowly up her thigh. She shivered and licked her lips-she was wet, too; too wet not to do something about it. Caressing herself slowly as she waited, Jan's eyes were narrow slits by the time Eddie came into view. "Forget about the drinks right now, honey. I've got something better for you to take care of." She opened herself wider for his inspection and inserted a finger into her moistness before she moved it up to her clitoris.
She knew he'd been horny all evening. She knew too that seeing her teasing him with her finger was all that he needed. She was not surprised then when he set the drinks on the coffee table and said, "Mmmmm-mm, baby, you look good enough to eat."
"So do it already," she answered, knowing they were in for a good one this time. She was weird and she knew it but then, of course, Eddie would have to be a weirdo too because he loved every minute of it no matter what she did. Oh well, she thought, it doesn't really matter how you come as long as you can come.
He moved toward her slowly-the grace of a tiger stalking his prey-leaving a trail of clothes behind him. Jan loved to look at him when he was turned on: beads of sensual perspiration were already visible as his face colored ever so slightly. His eyes glazed a bit and seemed to become a deeper shade of green. She knew how to turn him on-just a good juicy beaver shot and he was ready. She sat still in the chair and waited anxiously for him to reach her.
Kneeling now before her, Eddie started from the bottom up-thighs, a teasing trip in and around her curly pubic bush, hips, and then to her pleasure globes that quivered with excitement and anticipation as she waited for fulfillment. She didn't miss a beat with her finger throughout his arousing ministrations.
Jan squirmed under the heat of his expert tongue. "Eddie, honey, do it with your fingers for a while," she cried as she moved to guide his hand to the right place. It always felt so good when he put his fingers inside her while she continued her vigorous manipulation at the top of the slit. A good beginning makes for a good come, she thought and her eyes twinkled as if she'd revealed a treasured secret.
Knowing he didn't have to be asked twice, Jan moved to accommodate his two fingers which quickly found their way into her now grinding cunt. She could feel him trembling-a passionate vibration. Eddie nibbled at her legs and thighs as he drove his hand deeper and deeper into her. He used his free hand now, as before, to temporarily appease his own horniness which would be well taken care of later.
It was a good thing he could hold out so well, she thought, as she stared at his crotch. She'd always loved to see him jack off, somehow it made her that much more excited. Jan wet her lips and moaned softly, showing her great pleasure.
She felt his teeth nibbling at her and she thrust her hips forward, still not missing a beat on her clitoris. She pushed up with her hips every time he drove his hand further into her quivering slit. Her legs were spread as wide as she could force them now, straddling him, and she tightened her grip on his body whenever she arched her own.
She'd pushed her dress up almost to her shoulders and was rhythmically squeezing first one breast, then the other as if timed to a melody. Occasionally she'd pinch the nipples and twist them, crying out hoarsely for yet more and more of the same. That kind of pain felt good to her even though she'd often wished for another person to do it for her.
Moving her hips in a circular and up-down sensual body dance, Jan scooted down in the chair and put her legs up on his shoulders. In signal fashion, she arched her back and he moved her hand away and replaced it with his tongue. One hand, now almost entirely into her, still maintained the pumping action. At that moment she wished he could stick his whole head up inside her pussy. Instead, he traced circles around her clitoris, slowly and teasingly, exciting her still more.
Her entire body shook as she felt every nerve end give way to his tongue. First, the caressing circles around "the button" and lightly, like a feather, across it and around again; gentle nibbles and the full force of his tongue on the tip of her clitoris followed. No matter how much she twisted and squirmed as if, unconsciously wishing to avoid its snaking, squirming arousal, it did not leave the passion point it had found.
Jan's body and its needs were in full control now. She couldn't possibly stop even if she needed to. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled him even closer-or was she pulling herself down to where he was? It didn't matter.
"Suck it, bite it, make me come!" she cried out hoarsely. "Do it to me now, daddy!" Her mouth was so dry that she almost couldn't get the words out at all. "Oh God, honey, make your mamma come!"
Two bodies were now writhing on the thickly carpeted floor. By this time Eddie's head was buried and clamped in the vise of Jan's thighs. In a soixante-neuf position, Jan began her passionate assault by nibbling at the base of his cock, drifting between that area and his thighs. Occasionally her tongue would dart out and accompany the nibbles. He even tasted good, she thought, almost a bit salty sometimes-but good anyway.
She raised her head and eyed his throbbing shaft as if jealously guarding it from possible thievery. The veins gave it the look of being on the verge of explosion: pulsating of its own accord and calling to her. She thought there couldn't possibly be another man who could get as beautiful a hard-on as he could. Even though she hadn't seen that many, it was the kind of cock that made her want to lick it and nibble and suck on it all day, she thought and giggled to herself.
For some silly reason, just then Jan remembered the underground swappers' newspapers Bess and Ron, their old friends, had brought over that evening. She wondered what it would feel like to have more than one cock working on her at the same time. She'd often daydreamed about it but she couldn't imagine that kind of scene as being quite real somehow. It had excited her and even if Eddie wouldn't go for the idea she knew she would-at least once. She wondered if she should bring it up now. Everything was momentarily forgotten when she put her mouth around his cock and paid closer attention to the immediate business at hand.
Cupping his scrotum and holding his rigid cock with her two fingers, Jan started working at the tip, engulfing it slowly into the "O" of her mouth. She inched her way along its length with strong sucking movements, often nibbling a bit here and there. She liked to pull on it, not so much with her fingers as with her mouth where she could feel it most. Every time she did, Eddie jumped as if struck by lightning and pushed himself even further into her hungry, waiting mouth. Their brand of sex was good and they knew and appreciated it, she mused fleetingly as she felt her body's urgency devouring his organ.
Releasing him only due to the necessity to breath, she dug her fingernails into the meaty part of his thighs. She was temporarily content to suck and nibble on his now exposed and glistening head as she felt her lower body burning with the heat of its own impending explosion.
Her thighs clamped his head tighter as the tremors increased in intensity. Her throat and mouth were parched but still she hungrily sought the hardness of his bulging cock she'd been dreaming of all during the day. As the floodgates within her body were forced open, she bit down on the shaft almost entirely in her mouth even though she didn't mean to. Moaning and twitching convulsively, she laved him, still biting and clawing until the violence of her climax abated into spasmodic shudders. She almost always was the first to come, and often reached a second peak in time with her husband. Maybe it was because Eddie knew exactly where her "on" switch was. He hadn't even noticed the impulsive use of her teeth and nails as he covered her pussy with his mouth and swallowed every bit of the juices oozing out of her twitching slit.
Again Jan eyed his cock, but just for a moment, until she found enough breath to continue. Crooning softly she resumed the sucking motions as that hunger in her had not yet been appeased. The first drops trickled out and fell on her eager tongue. Salty, she thought, approving of her earlier assumption, and then covered
U its entire length with her warmth. He continued his attentions to her even as the convulsions overcame him, then tightened his grip on her head with his thighs as she had previously done to him.
"Do it, baby, come on and suck it good for your big daddy!" he cried out suddenly. The hoarse whispered command got an instant reaction-the in-out tempo increased and her pull on him became more intense and demanding. He twisted his body around until she lay on her back with him above, then his hammer-like cock pounded into her.
Again he'd attached his mouth to her pink-tipped, burning and screaming clitoris-again her brain exploded, and once more her own convulsions renewed a fire. She arched herself to meet his mouth; he drove his body down impaling her head on his cock.
He bit into her fiercely, accompanying it with hoarse grunts and cries as he quickened his drill-like pounding. His body tightened and convulsed once, twice, and on the third spasm was met with a blast of milky fluid. Even as she gagged with the initial torrent of his juices, Jan moaned loudly to signal her second climax. She couldn't breathe too well because he'd pinned her head down with his body. After she'd drained him, Jan lay still except for her rapidly rising and falling heaving chest, and nibbling slowly and caressingly until they were both released.
Laying now side by side, Jan tried to slow her breathing and shake the hair away from her face. The only thing she'd always hated about having long hair was that it almost always got in the way. One of these days she was going to be pre-prepared and tie something around it so she could devote both hands to Eddie. At this point, her hair was a tangle of long, wet blonde strings. It never failed; she'd get so excited that it was almost like taking a shower and forgetting to dry.
She looked up at Eddie. He was still trying to catch his breath. She mused for a moment-he was not only a damn good lover, but he looked like some kind of Adonis laying there, eyes closed, nostrils flaring, and his beautiful not-too-hairy chest still heaving with emotion. His blonde hair glistened, almost giving him a devil-angel look. The light curly hair on his chest and body sparkled in its display of virility and sexiness. It was darker than the hair on his head yet somehow almost little boyish, she thought as she turned around and slid up to him to smell it. Everything about him looked, felt, and smelled like sex-especially his "baby-batter-maker."
Returning to her original position, Jan began teasing him-running her tongue around the now limp scepter of a god ... her god, she decided. She stopped, hovering over his cock but not looking at it now. "Honey, would you get us a cigarette?" she asked, still taking occasional licks at him even as she spoke.
Eddie chuckled. "Lady, you're not going to get a damn thing except another hard-on if you keep that up." He opened his eyes and smiled, then ruffled her hair before he moved. She rolled over on her back and stretched, exposing prominently every movable muscle in her body. She'd been satisfied and now looked like a cat that had swallowed a particularly tasty mouse as her eyes followed his nakedness padding into the kitchen for the cigarettes.
She took this brief intermission to find the article she'd thought of showing him. Trying to act casual and cool about the swapping idea, she sat up cross-legged and absentmindedly toyed with a breast, while she glanced through the paper. "Hey, Eddie," she called into the other room, "did you get a chance to look through this thing? It's really far out." She looked over at his approaching figure carrying the cigarettes and fresh drinks and tried to mind read his instant reaction.
Eddie showed no sign of even having heard her and her expression became puzzled. Just reading some of the advertisements was getting her excited all over again. If he knew, would he think her a nympho? She didn't really know why the sudden interest in other men, but she wasn't in the mood to question her body, at least not right now.
"What thing, honey?" he mumbled acting as if he didn't really know what she was talking about. He was probably still thinking of her mouth and all the exciting things it could do to him. Undaunted by this lack of enthusiasm, she decided to bring it up anyway.
Clutching the newspaper and waving it in his direction, Jan smiled sweetly as she spoke. "This thing, love, the stuff Bess and Ron brought over. You know, the swappers' newspaper."
Not yet aware of the topic of discussion, Eddie answered while lighting two cigarettes at one time, "no, hon, I haven't had a chance to look at it yet." Balancing his weight and the glasses, he positioned himself comfortably on the floor. "I wonder how much of that kind of thing is real or any good, Jan? You can never be too sure."
"Hey, listen to this one!" she giggled and started reading it aloud to him:
" ... Don't miss this fun in the sun! Discreet happenings regularly at our mountain cabin. Special weekend nature enjoyment on our large wooded hideaway. If you're attractive people, 21-50, and enjoy the same and love, don't miss out! ! ! Call anytime for further information."
"That's the one Bess mentioned would be kind of fun looking into, Eddie. She said you can sometimes meet really groovy people that way and you'll never know for sure until you try it." Jan was looking at him intently now. She had planned to bring it up but now she was afraid that maybe she'd botched it. Eddie didn't say anything. There's one way I'll get an answer from him, she thought to herself. She wrapped her fingers around his now limp cock and slowly moved her hand in an up-down fashion. He'd answer now for sure.
Eddie still didn't speak. She realized she'd caught him a bit off-guard. Jan imagined that by now he knew he had a hot wife but maybe he didn't really know just how hot she was. She'd never mentioned her dreams of other partners, not even jokingly. Could it be that she'd threatened his feeling as a man? That's silly, she thought. She just wanted to experience all kinds of things, all in fun, nothing serious.
"I don't know, Jan. Let's think about it for a while." He didn't even look at her, just at her still moving hand. His face remained puzzled.
Jan knew that he really loved her and she loved him; there were no two ways about it. On the other hand, she imagined that the idea of a whole group of people doing all kinds of things to each other fascinated him as much as it did her.
"Honey," she said, staring at his fast-growing cock as if she were talking to it, "I think you're the greatest lover around, but I'd just like to find out what other people do, that's all." She looked at his face and smiled. She'd never been to bed with another guy but she wouldn't mind it, or at least she didn't think she would. The more she pressed the subject, the more she wanted to give it a try. At least once.
"Really think about it," she said as she took the head into her mouth again. "Mmmmmm-mm, baby, you're better the second time," she mumbled and made an exaggerated slurping sound. She spread her legs wide for him, knowing that he only needed to see that she was ready and waiting.
Jan continued her commentary on swapping even while fully engaged in devouring his body. "Just think of me on your face and another cute chick sucking your rod, honey," she said in a slow breath, letting it all sink in. Her teeth nibbled at the side of his cock and her tongue darted out occasionally to keep it hard and juicy wet. "Couldn't you really have a good come ... oh, yes, right there ... with more than one chick?" She didn't say anything else. He had thrown her over on her back and was pounding her head to the floor with the force of his drive. She was taking care of her cunt even while thus occupied.
They lay in silence. Come dripped out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin. Jan knew right then she'd gotten her message across. His face was different somehow. She'd gotten to him-he was flushed more than he'd ever been. She made a mental note and agreed that he was jazzed about the idea of more than one at a time.
"Is it okay then?" she asked. "Why don't we try it-if we don't like it, we'll never do it again, I promise, okay?" She was pretty sure he'd been hooked. It was a challenge-for both of them.
"Okay, Jan." He answered slowly, as if still deliberating it. She wiggled her tongue at him and winked. "Tell you what, baby, why don't you call those people tomorrow sometime and see what arrangements you can make. If you have any big questions, call me at work." He'd given his answer and now went back to tickling her pubic bush.
She purred and smilingly slithered up to him and nipped at his ear which reddened automatically. She'd won. They were free, white, over twenty-one-though not by too much-and ready for a new experience. She could hardly wait.
"Oh, fuck, here comes the Cold Cream Queen!" Martin Gerard was getting tired of the same thing night after night. Even if he'd been thinking about getting screwed all day long, he got the same thing at night.
"Why the good Christ is it that you can be so damn beautiful for everyone but me?" he asked her, shaking his head. He could no more understand this than he could understand fucking or sucking her off with shaving cream on his face. Thank God she didn't have all kinds of wire contraptions sticking out of her head like the broad next door. At least he had it better than the poor bastard who'd married that.
He'd just come back from a particularly straining business convention. His wife Adele, the perfect, beautiful hostess, had entertained and charmed his boss and other business associates in high style. He knew that more than one of them would like a chance to get in her pants. Now that he thought of it, he felt like a little even though they hadn't fucked in ages. Then he got this! He rubbed his prick on the sheet and looked at her.
"Now, Martin, really, it's not anywhere near as bad as you say it is," she answered. Her voice was low pitched and silky-sounding even though it now had a touch of sarcasm. "I am a bit tired of your nitpickiness about my evening ritual. It's not as if I go to bed with a mud pack or anything like that, so quit complaining."
Martin looked at his wife, trying hard to ignore the cold cream. She was built like a brick house, stacked, that is. Even after all the years her tits didn't need any kind of extra support. They just stood up by themselves. Come to think of it, that's what she did too. She was always the independent one. With her you never knew just how turned on she was, because she wouldn't show it. She could be ready to scream but she wouldn't let you know that.
He continued his appraisal, starting at her legs. At one time he used to jokingly tell her she had legs like a gazelle-you know, long and thin, graceful, all that kind of thing. She still did. Martin could see through her negligee and he thought of the natural red-haired pussy that lay there. He wondered if it ever got wet anymore.
Even her face was perfect. You'd expect redheads to have freckles all over the place. Not her, no, she was different. Milk-white skin, yes. Freckles, well-not too many and not noticeable.
He could feel himself wanting her. That mouth of hers was just the right size for a good, stiff prick, he remembered. By this time, having finished checking her out, Martin found himself with a bulge sticking straight out of his shorts. Oh, Jeeesus! he moaned to himself, that's all I need-like a great big hole in my fuckin' head. He didn't want to be pushed away with headache number 3,354, not again. She'd had cramps, headaches, backaches, or something wrong with her for the last four years most of the time. He thought to himself that it was a wonder she wasn't hospitalized.
Having finished her bedtime preparations, Adele came in from the dressing room and removed her negligee. She switched on the night-stand lamp and turned the main light off. He could tell by the look on her face that it would be another "sick night." She looked ready to snarl at any given time.
He lay quite still, motionless except for the heavy breathing which gave him away. He'd decided to wait until she got herself settled and then give it the good old college try. She couldn't really be made of stone, he said to himself, there must be some way to get her excited. Pondering the dilemma, Martin decided to take it slow and easy. That way she couldn't help but come around, he thought. And that's what he set out to do.
When he heard her sigh and mumble a "good night," Martin reached over and gave her a light hug. He didn't move his hand away, instead he moved it in almost circular motions across her belly. Inching himself closer to her back, which was facing him, Martin decided to kiss the back of her" neck, remembering how much that had aroused her in the past.
"For God's sake, Martin, why don't you stop being a little boy and playing games? ! " she shouted, more into her pillow than to him. Adele hadn't moved either toward or away from him. He found himself getting a little annoyed with her chilling attitude.
Continuing the move toward her, Martin pointed his prick at the space between her ass cheeks. "Adele, cut it out, will you?" he raised his voice only slightly. "I'm still your husband and at the moment I happen to have a hard-on." He was exasperated. Why did it have to always be this way? She was his wife so why couldn't he have sex with her whenever he wanted to?
Adele felt his bulging masculinity pressing into the cleft of her bottom and sighed. After eight years of marriage, Adele knew sex wasn't quite the same as it had been. Oh, she'd never been the most passionate thing around, but he had. Now all he knew how to do was to lie there on his side of the bed and complain about her cold cream.
He still excited her, always would, but she'd never be the one to tell him that. She'd looked at him before coming to bed-he was even more handsome than when they'd gotten married. Martin's hair was graying at the temples now but it gave him that added sophisticated look. Now that she thought of it, he'd always been a very good lover too. She wondered where and when things went wrong between them.
She was beginning to get angry. She might very well be the Cold Cream Queen, but then he was the All-American Assembly Line King. With him it had always been: "Got to run, let's make it a quickie." Martin had never known or suspected that she'd been having affairs on the side for the past four years. Every time he went on a business trip, Adele had found a lover or two to take care of her. Her latest had been a young boy she'd gotten involved with, initially to prove to herself that she was still a woman. She'd needed to prove her existence. A few years before she'd been seduced by the girl next door who'd married a much older businessman as a cover. That had been an affair to remember-she hadn't thought she'd enjoy it as much as she did.
An urgent jabbing at her backside brought Adele out of the reverie. Martin nudged her three times, more insistently now, with his fully erect, iron-hard cock.
Adele's voice, now shrill in anger, shattered the silence. "Well, Mr. Smart Ass, if you knew your prick from a hole in the ground you'd stop playing footsies and act like a man!"
He had been slowly rocking his hips back and forth toward her, contemplating how to handle the situation when she'd yelled. At that moment he entertained a fleeting thought of raising her gown and ramming the full length of his erection into her little brown hole. It had been quite awhile since he'd done that to his wife-almost four years, if not more. But that had been accidental and he'd only gotten part of the head in when she made him pull out. After that, he played the perfect gentleman at home and the boy-in-the-saddle with his girl friends. Now he wondered if that wasn't what he'd been doing wrong all the years.
He reached under her gown and felt her body stiffen as he rubbed her silky smoothness. He didn't intend to give up very easily this time, no matter how angry she made him. The fingers wandered until they became enmeshed in her cunt. He could feel the mound twitch but she still hadn't pulled away-a good sign. He rocked his hips to a faster tempo and, though she still lay quite still, her buttocks seemed to yield to his assault.
Martin snuggled closer, close enough to reach her ear with his tongue. It had turned her on before, it should work again. He cupped her breast and found the nipple getting hard. Good, that's what he wanted. She was a hot little mother, no matter what she did. "I want you, cunt," he whispered in her ear. In a more commanding tone, he continued: "I want to spread those lips of yours as far as they'll go, you hear?"
The same instant he heard himself, Martin realized he'd forgotten where he was. He talked that way to his girls but never before to his wife. More insistently now, he pushed himself toward her. His hand left her breast and traveled downward. Adele still hadn't spoken.
He clawed at her, raking his fingers down her belly and winding a hair around each one when he stopped. Adele's body was reacting-he felt the heat and heard a moan that came from her cunt, not her mind. Without caring, Martin pulled her gown further up and slipped it over her head. Willingly it seemed, Adele helped him remove it completely. She still hadn't turned toward him.
Still gently pulling on her pussy hairs, Martin extricated his left hand from under him and used it to aim his almost spitting prick at her back hole. The initial drops trickled out and wet her as he primed it impatiently. Slowly her legs spread apart, allowing his fingers access to what he'd once called her "glory hole."
"Ah, that's it!" he cried and then grunted as he sunk his teeth into her bare shoulder. "You can dig a good cock now and then, can't you, bitch?"
He still hadn't penetrated the a-hole but it wouldn't be long now. He was certain she'd moaned as some kind of reply. "I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked!" he cried out breathlessly. With that, he pushed the head in, spreading her but still not losing his hold on her cunt.
Hearing her cry out in pain and surprise but oblivious now, Martin continued his entry. She struggled mildly but not enough to really want to get away. He'd stuck her now where he wanted her-right on the head of his cock and he wasn't about to stop no matter what she tried to do. He was sure now she'd been a chippy and, instead of becoming angry, he just wanted to prove he could fuck her as well as the next guy-maybe even better.
He pushed Adele onto her stomach with the force of his body. Now completely uncontrolled and consumed by his newfound passion, Martin jackhammered into her. Vaguely he heard moans and cries. He held her hands down roughly as he pounded. The flaps of skin parted easily for him. As he felt himself approaching orgasm, Martin pulled out and entered her cunt. It was wetter than he remembered it. Wet and wide open. He didn't need to hold her arms down now-she was as excited about it as he was.
Adele had hunched up on the bed once he'd pulled out of her rear. Now she held her legs open for him to accommodate him stiir further. Martin had reached around and cupped her breasts and was pulling and squeezing them almost sadistically. He shook and then thrust himself forward as he flooded her. He didn't pull out, though, not yet. As the last drops transferred bodies, he slowly relaxed, hearing the slush-slushing sound of come meeting come.
Slowly, Martin maneuvered the still twitching body under him until she was lying on her back. His prick was dancing in the chill night air, the wetness making him suddenly realize how good it had been this time. Slowly too, her arms slipped upward around his neck and pulled him to her. Hoarse, breathless whimpering sounds escaped her as her lips parted in response to his hungry searching mouth.
Locked in a passionate embrace, Martin positioned himself between his wife's thighs. The sheets were bunched at the foot of the bed. Angrily he kicked at them, eager to escape the snarl around his feet. In the pale moonlight, shining into the room through the slits in the blinds, she was even more beautiful and softer than he'd seen her in a long time. Her mouth hung open loosely, waiting for his warm tongue to rekindle the fire. The cold cream didn't even matter now. Nothing mattered except the needs of two bodies, straining toward each other in the heat.
He pulled her close to him, her shoulder-length auburn hair framing her almost perfectly oval face, her deep-set and glazed hazel eyes searching his own in confused passion. He felt her firm breasts flattening and molding themselves against his body, their hard nipples burrowing into the muscles of his chest and he lost all control again.
Martin's prick began to throb into hammer-like rigidity. She'd felt it and squirmed urgently under him, her hips reaching up. He slid down a bit and hungrily took one of the brown-peaked breasts into his mouth, massaging the other and squeezing it tenderly and rhythmically. He hadn't sucked on those melons for a long time but he'd never quite forgotten how good they could be. That was just one of the reasons he hadn't left her.
His probing hands now moved to fondle and graze her tingling flesh, investigating the full length of her trembling, soft, silky smooth body. They roved across her flat white belly and downward to the warmth of her mound. His balls were screaming, pleading with him for yet another release. He couldn't wait any longer! Gently, yet with a determined urgency all their own, his fingers ground into her slit, boring a hole as they probed ever deeper.
His rock-hard flesh pressed itself against the silken warmth of her upper thigh as his fingers methodically drove her into spasms. She was no longer hiding the fact that she wanted him. Martin raised himself slightly to accommodate his wandering fingers, then moved his hand and slammed down and Into her. Sudden animal-like whispers escaped her throat.
"Fuck me, Martin!" she cried, clawing at him. "For once, just fuck me!" Her voice trailed off into guttural cries and moans as she threw her head off the pillow and hissed in pleasure.
He flung himself forward, plunging in to the hilt, gripping Adele's hips to steady his force. The rushing sound of his own blood pounded in his ears, and he could feel her freshly manicured nails dragging along the skin of his back. He felt the hot and wet lining of her pussy grip and relax, grip and relax, as his prick grew hot and numb.
As her fingers clutched his back in a death-like grip, Martin's backed-up reserve of sperm burst through. "Now!" she cried, whipping her buttocks right and left. "I'm coming ... I'm coming! Oh, God, come with me!"
He tried to answer her screams but couldn't. In a voice sounding more like a grunt, he managed, "Oh, yes! I'll come! I'm commm-ming!" and his piston-like thrusts attested to it. He felt his seed scalding the mouth of her womb as he jerked, clutching her to steady himself. She'd stopped thrashing and now her pussy milked him dry.
They lay still, panting together for many long minutes. In the silence, Martin's mind began to wander. Hotel rooms ... free-flowing booze ... blondes, brunettes, almost-redheads ... screaming, clawing, juicy cunts ... parties ... orgies. His wife was still the best piece of tail around, he decided.
Not too long ago a buddy of his had mentioned swap clubs. They'd been in the baths and he'd listened intently to the story of the other man's introduction. The guy had said it was the greatest thing around since mother and apple pie-that way you could keep a wife and have a little extra fun too. It was worth a try.
Martin had known about his wife's little parlor games for a long time now. He didn't bring it up because that would have put him in a precarious position with his own affairs. Now, with his prick still rubbing against the walls inside her pussy, he decided he'd like to give the swappers a try.
"Adele, honey," he said in the softest, gentlest voice he could manage, "Can I talk to you for a minute?" He rotated his hips and slowly eased his now limp organ out, kissing the lips of her cunt as he departed. "A buddy of mine at work gave me something I'd like to show to you."
His teeth grazed her belly as he slid off the bed. Even before she answered, he was out of bed and rummaging around for his attache case. Where was the damn thing? he asked himself under his breath. Oh, hell.
"Yes, Martin," she answered husky-voiced, She hadn't caught her breath yet and seemed a bit confused by this interruption. She reached to the bottom of the bed, pulled the sheet up over herself and waited.
He found the newspaper he'd been most interested in. It carried all sorts of advertisements for almost anything you could think of pertaining to sex. Group sex, voyeurism, and otherwise. He handed it to her and then positioned himself kneeling and propping her up from behind. As she read it, he did too-over her shoulder. One hand held her breast and toyed with a nipple quite absentmindedly as he saw her face flush just a bit.
Mustering up his courage, he continued with the plan. "Adele, there was an ad in here that interested me." He spoke softly not to get her upset or make her think he was too interested. He wanted to tell her that he knew she needed sex and being loved not only by himself but he couldn't find the right words. He couldn't judge her reaction.
Renewing the manual stimulation, Martin went on. "Well, there are these people, you know, and they advertise their cabin up in the hills. Ummm-mm, well, they have group meetings ... you see ... they have them there on the weekends." He was getting worried because she still hadn't said a word. "Well, I thought we'd try it. Just once, you understand. Maybe that's what the two of us need." He looked down, trying desperately to see the look on her face.
Adele just sat there, not moving-almost not even breathing. Maybe she'd thought of the same thing but was too afraid to mention it to him. Now that he was the first one to bring it up, it was a different story. He studied the situation-if it didn't work out at all it would be his fault, not hers, so she really had nothing to worry about.
Breaking the silence, Adele cleared her throat and said, "Martin, would you read the ad out loud while I go get a cigarette?" She didn't look at him. Adele handed the newspaper back and got up from the bed. She crossed the room and he read:
"Don't miss this fun in the sun! Discreet happenings regularly at our mountain cabin. Special weekend nature enjoyment on our large wooded hideaway. If you're attractive people, 21-50, and enjoy the same and love, don't miss out!! ! Call anytime for further information." She had been surprised, to say the least, when he broke the mood by suggesting she look at some silly old newspaper. She hadn't answered him because she felt like snarling. Then the idea had amused and excited her; you might say it even got her ready for another fuck. She'd crossed the room for the cigarettes to hide her shaking hands and the possibility of giving her true feelings away. She wanted to make him sweat. She knew she'd like that kind of action but he didn't, and she liked the suspense.
Adele had come back to bed and listened to him in silence, the rings of smoke curling above her head. She was a bit skeptical of things as vague as the advertisement had been, but then, of course, she'd let it be his decision. That way it wouldn't be her fault if anything went wrong. After brief deliberation, Adele grew fond of the idea. She was beginning to dream of nice juicy young boys and girls to play with when Martin broke into her thoughts.
Martin tried to catch the expression on her face but the clouds of smoke the cigarette had created blocked the view. Seeing no real reaction one way or the other, he decided to take his chances and relate his feelings about the idea. "Well, you know we both like the mountains," he began. "We like people and obviously, for whatever reason, we're hot for sex and the things or people that go with it," he paused now, testing the air in the room. "I think we should try it. You'll never know about something like this unless you do, you know." There, he'd said it. Now all he could do was to wait.
"All right Martin," she answered directing a cloud of smoke toward his face. "I'm willing to try it if you are,"
He smiled, a devilish played-a-trick-on-you kind of smile. He'd won this game. Where would they go from here? He knew one thing for sure, he was headed for that warm, wet pussy again. It looked like it would be a good night for him after all.
Phil Jason was sitting in his chair on his side of the living room reading his newspaper and glaring at his wife, Lena on her side of the room. He wanted to walk up to her and shove his dick right in her face-point it at that pouty mouth even-anything, anything, to get some kind of human reaction out of her.
He'd been forced to a do-it-yourself-if-you-really-want-it type of situation and it was driving him up the friggin' wall. Every time he even mentioned the word sex around the house, she came back with: "Is that all you ever think of?"
Just an hour ago they'd gone 'round and 'round for the hundredth time on the same damned subject. The same fuckin' thing: SEX. He knew, he just knew, that she had a hell of a lot of feeling in that area. It was just that, in her mind, it had become a "no-no" somehow.
Hell, when he'd married her they'd balled for a month hardly taking any time to do anything else. There had been no problem then. In fact, he couldn't get her mouth unglued off his dick long enough to fix dinner. Now she was turned off-almost turned off from the world, sex, and life in general.
Jason had discussed the whole situation with Ted, their next-door-neighbor, also a good guy to share those kinds of problems with. Ted had suggested he try a very discreet kind of family swap club or something like that to break the ice with Lena and get the steam up again. He didn't know exactly how she'd take that and he wasn't even sure he wanted to be the one to suggest such a thing in her frame of mind. Not yet, he thought.
Lena was sewing something, sitting there on her side of the room. She looked so damn prim and proper, her legs crossed just right, etc. etc. He couldn't stand it. For just an instant he felt her looking at him, wanting to talk yet not willing to try. He wished she would.
What was the point of staying married, he'd so often wondered, if it was going to be like this-battle after battle, day after day. He'd asked for a divorce but he knew down inside that she'd never give it to him. It was a matter of principle or something like that. Or could it be that she still had enough left in her to care? He didn't know anymore. So many questions ran through his mind, so few answerable. He wondered if she were still really a woman" Oh well, he would try not to think about that.
"Lena, what are we going to do?" Jason asked from his side of the room. "What has our marriage come to? We can't even share the same roof together anymore." He couldn't go on. If he did, it would just become another full-blown screaming session that would go nowhere.
Lena didn't even bother trying to answer his last question. She couldn't. Stealthily, she rubbed her thighs together and caressed one breast with the side of her arm. She'd read a lot of all kinds of sex magazines lately and she made do with her dreams of being a woman. She wasn't exactly made of stone but a lot of people seemed to think she was. She didn't even have any close friends left that she could talk to.
Jason knew he'd never get a divorce. She knew he didn't really want one or he'd fight tooth and nail for it like he did for anything else he'd ever wanted. They both remembered the long drawn-out fuck sessions of not too long ago. It would be so good, she thought, if it could just be that way again. Just pure uninhibited sex, like they'd once had.
How do you tell or show a husband you're horny, she asked herself. Why should a wife even have to tell a man, any man, that? She'd decided long ago that talking to him was only a waste of breath. If he wasn't all wrapped up in business matters, he sat on the other side of the room. What was the use?
Just then a wild idea flashed through her mind. Her face lit up-it was simple: she'd rape him! No questions asked, no answers or explanations offered. Once she'd given it some thought, the idea enchanted her completely. She'd been so frustrated over the lack of communication and what better way to solve the whole matter? She'd show him that she was still all woman and quite capable of holding him or any man, for that matter. Yes sir, she'd show him! The sewing tumbled to the floor as she walked across the room prepared for phase one.
He heard a rustling across the room. When Jason looked toward his wife's chair, it was empty and the sewing she'd been working on was in a heap at the foot. It had surprised him. His eyes looked around the room and he saw her approaching. What was she up to now?
Lena came up to the side of his chair, picked up his empty Scotch glass, and walked toward the kitchen. He heard the refrigerator door open and close and the tinkle as she dropped two ice cubes in. The gurgling sound made him realize she was fixing him another drink.
Now he was really surprised. She hadn't been so nice to him in months. Most of the time she'd acted like he didn't even exist. She set the drink down on the table next to his chair and reached up and turned off the reading light. The next thing he felt was a hand-her hand-resting between his eager loins. He felt his joint snap to attention at the familiar touch and moaned. Searching fingers titillated the area and she firmly pressed the palm of her hand down, covering the bulge. He looked up at her-too dumbfounded to speak.
Her eyes were closed, the lids quivering as she had when they'd make love. The nostrils were beginning to flare just a bit as he noticed the mottling effect her face took on when she was excited. There was no need for any kind of an explanation.
Lena had closed her eyes, mentally devouring his still covered dick-tasting it, smelling it, feeling it without even unzipping his pants. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she felt her fingers resting on the cold metal tab and heard the teeth parting as she pulled the zipper down.
She waited a moment before she reached into his shorts to free his "Little man" as she'd once affectionately called Phil Jason's organ. Now she lowered her head and looked down at it. The little man's eye seemed to wink at her approvingly. He looked just as good as he always had when, standing proud and tall, he waited nervously for her loving touch. Maybe even better, since it had been so long.
Unconsciously, Lena moaned and licked her lips. She wished she could lick her honey bun too because it had gotten so wet these last few minutes. They'd get to that in a little while, she thought as she gazed tenderly at the now sprawled figure of Phil. Wordlessly, Lena crouched, semi-kneeling at the foot of the chair. She remembered the times past when that style had been their favorite game.
Her quivering fingers wrapped themselves around the little man. He'd grown so big and strong and she felt him throbbing in her hand. Being some kind of judge of her husband's reactions, Lena knew it wouldn't be too long before the little man would stand all by himself.
The little man and his winking, dew-smitten eye didn't let her down. He grew taller and bigger around almost every time her lips came near him it seemed. Satisfied, Lena tickled him with her tongue and took him into her mouth. Feeling the beginning of her ecstasy, she felt more saliva bubbling up from her throat as she began to devour him, inch by glorious inch.
She wasn't plain, retiring Lena anymore-the initial feel of Phil's hardness in her mouth released any and all inhibitions that were left. Sucking furiously, bobbing her head in rapid up-down fashion, she began pulling off her clothes. Without losing her oral grip, she tugged at her binding clothing, cursing under her breath when it became particularly difficult.
Oh, he was good, she thought as she swallowed again, yes, her man was really good. She'd gotten the idea a while back that Phil was afraid of her. She didn't know why but she just felt that he was. Nothing mattered right now, though, except for the little man.
Lena reached up for Phil's hand. He hadn't moved to touch her or anything-only his forward rocking hips gave away the feeling that had overcome him. Keeping the little man in her mouth as much as possible, she pulled Phil's body toward her, causing him to slowly slide off the chair until he was on the floor with her. The zipper and his trousers grazed the skin on her face and she was eager to remove that obstacle.
Directing Phil's hand toward her fuck-hungry cunt, Lena twisted around until she was in a position to remove Phil's clothes as she had her own. Phil had gone into a world all his own and when she first tried to pull his pants off there seemed to be some resistance-not for long. She'd forgotten how much of a pro she'd become at undressing him during the first years of their marriage. It all came back to her now and she undressed him with relative ease.
He poked around her cunt absentmindedly and although she was pre-occupied with the little man, it became a frustration rather quickly. She couldn't believe he'd forgotten what to do with a pussy. Or had he? She wanted him to suck it but he'd never been much of a sport for that. Lena didn't know how to bring it up. She imagined he'd forgotten how much she liked it when he sucked her.
In almost lightning motion, Lena sat up and shoved his head between her legs and clamped down. That's the only way to bring it up, she quickly decided and then went back to the little man. Since Phil didn't pull away from her, she figured he knew what she was after.
Phil had been shocked, to say the least, when his usually calm wife displayed her lust for a fuck. He'd forgotten she even had feeling left and had been content to dream about it and look at pictures. It was maddening but he'd gotten used to it.
Now, on the floor with his head buried in Lena's snatch, Phil felt as he had when they were first married. He felt like an all-powerful bull screwing the bee-jeezus out of his wife. He didn't have his piston in her yet, but her sweet ugly thing was heaven and hell for him at the same time. He'd never figured out the reason, yet somehow Lena's fucking had been the bond between them all these years. He wanted and needed her and most of the time he didn't know why.
If Lena could be this hot without showing it, he wondered what she'd be like with a couple of guys to take care of her snatch. She was a good cocksucker too-what would some other guy think of that? Phil's mind was spinning and he felt and heard his blood beating against his skull. Testily, he stuck out his tongue and explored Lena's gash. God, it was wet! He lapped it up, moving from top to bottom and around her brown back door. He hadn't shaved that morning and he could feel his whiskers scraping against her flesh-he rubbed harder against it, letting the fullness of his tongue trail behind.
Phil thought back to the jacking-off stag sessions he'd had with Ted Bates, his next-door neighbor, and a few select friends. Ted was hung up on the idea of swap clubs and orgies and had suggested he try it at least once. One of the other guys said you'd never know how hot a wife you had unless you share her around a bit.
They'd gotten a few laughs from it and even tried a cut-down version when they had a couple of call girls over and passed them around. Phil had enjoyed watching but had never been able to imagine Lena in such a thing. Now he wondered if it was such a bad idea, after all. If there was anytime he could bring the subject up, it would have to be now. He remembered that he used to do that when they were first married because she'd say yes to almost anything when he had her comin'.
Jamming a couple of fingers into Lena's ass-hole, Phil sped up his tongue action on her fuck button. He stopped for just a moment to get a look at the little pink nub that was the root to his sucking success. Yes, it still looked as good as it used to. He slipped his mouth over it and let his teeth tease it until he heard Lena crying out and jerking her hips frantically to meet his mouth. He'd have to bring up the subject pretty soon or he will have lost his edge.
Feeling the quivering body under his mouth, Phil braced himself for what he wanted to say. He hated to stop when they were so close to coming, but it was now or never. Clearing his throat, Phil began. "Lena, honey," his voice came out hoarsely with a curious combination of tenderness, "what do you think of places where four people can do this all at the same time?"
She didn't answer him at first, but when he hovered over her pussy, waiting for sound, Phil vaguely heard the pop as his joint slid out of her mouth. "I imagine it's pretty wild, don't you?" she mumbled, swallowing as she spoke. Without waiting for further comments, she took the little man back to where he'd been before the interruption.
Phil bit at the little pinkish tip and continued, "I think I'd like to watch you get fucked sometimes." Slurping sounds muffled the impact of his words. "Do you think you'd like to try it?" he cried, still biting at her. "With other people watching, I mean." He waited, holding his breath now but lapping almost absentmindedly at the wetness oozing out below the pink tip.
"Uuh-huh," was the answer. It sounded like a go-ahead but he wasn't quite sure yet.
The rock-hard column of his joint gave a wild leap, independent of all direction, and it burst wide open, issuing a stream that flooded every nook and cranny of Lena's insides as she gasped and swallowed his seed in great gulps. Pressing her head down on his joint, Phil gasped for air and breathlessly asked, "Why don't we try it one of these days?" before he'd completely lost the glow.
Sure, he'd wanted a divorce until now but with the swap club idea, maybe he wouldn't need one. What the hell-he had to admit that Lena was his choice of a good fuck and blow job. Why get divorced if you don't really have to?
He'd shot a good wad this time-hell, he could see it dribbling out of the sides of her mouth as she tried to answer him. He waited for her to speak as he felt himself getting ready for another erection just looking at her mouth.
She wiped at the sides of her lips and licked her fingers. "Whatever you say, Phil. I won't argue with you anymore, no matter what you decide," she whispered.
While he didn't particularly like the way she'd agreed to the swapping, his little victory was better than nothing-that's what he'd had for a long time. He'd better get it set up right away before the fires died, he decided.
Minutes seemed like hours as he lay on the floor, tickling his wife's body with his fingertips as he planned his course of action. He'd get the paper from Ted and check it out for an especially interesting ad, then he'd call the people and make all necessary arrangements.
Lena was the first to get up. She went in, the direction of the kitchen and when Phil heard the clinking of ice cubes in glasses he knew she was fixing them a kind of celebration drink-two double Scotch-on-the-rocks like they used to have after a session. God, he thought, she's happy right now.
After the drinks, she went into the kitchen again and started dinner. Phil took this opportunity to go next door and get the paper from Ted.
Not bothering to get dressed, Phil grabbed a terry cloth robe from his bathroom and went out the door. The chill early evening air tickled and made him move that much faster. His mind was spinning and he had an uncontrollable urge to jump the hedge instead of walking around it. He checked himself and went up to the door and rang the bell.
Obviously Ted had also been involved in some fun and games because his face was red as a beet when he finally did open the door. Phil heard a woman's voice calling from another room. He had no time to check that piece out just now.
"Ted, where's that newspaper you showed me the other night?" Phil asked excitedly as he walked in the door. His eyes were scanning table tops, cabinet tops, and chairs for some sign of it. All he could see were clothes thrown every which way. Obviously, Ted's wife was on a vacation or something because the feminine clothes certainly didn't belong to her.
"What paper?" the other man asked, his face slowly regaining its normal color. There was a note of irritation in the question.
'That swap thing. You know, the one we all talked about on stag night."
Ted scratched his head slowly, showing he didn't understand the urgency in Phil's voice. "Why? What's going on now that I don't know about?"
"Nothing's going on," Phil answered getting aggravated by his friend's inquisitiveness. "In case you really must know, I gave the meat to my wife just now. Where the hell's that damn paper?"
The two men, one in a bathrobe, the other with a hastily thrown on pair of shorts, went scouting around the house for the paper in question. Ted carefully avoided the bedroom where he'd stashed his evening's entertainment. The newspapers were found, scattered all over the floor of the den.
Not bothering to acknowledge his find or apologize for the intrusion, Phil Jason flew out of the door faster than he'd come in. He'd explain to Ted later. She'd said it was all right so now he'd read her the thing he had in mind for a weekend. He thought she'd enjoy it. Who knew for sure, maybe she'd even relax?
Holding the newspaper against his back, Phil tiptoed into the kitchen until he stood directly behind her. He pressed himself forward, rubbing the little man against her cheeks. She hunched her shoulder and moaned. Now with the paper in one hand, Phil reached in front of her and inserted a finger into her still wet snatch. Wiggling it slowly, he ground his pelvis against her until she'd stopped what she was doing and gave him her complete attention.
Now he held the newspaper off to the side. "Here," he said in a low whisper, "Let me read this to you. It's that thing I mentioned a few minutes or so ago." He didn't want to mention the word "swap" again because she might still change her mind before he was through though he really doubted it.
"Don't miss this fun in the sun! Discreet happenings regularly at our mountain cabin. Special weekend nature enjoyment on our large wooded hideaway. If you're attractive people, 21-50, and enjoy the same and love, don't miss out!! ! Call anytime for further information."
He didn't know if she'd heard him or not. She was moaning loudly and had pushed the front of her body closer to the wall, imprisoning his traveling fingers. His bathrobe had come undone and now his joint was rubbing up and down her crack. He felt it beginning to get hard again and doubted they'd eat dinner tonight. They'd eat all right-not necessarily food.
He'd get an okay from her tonight and he knew it. Any doubts he might have had in his mind were immediately dispelled when he heard her guttural whisper:, "Fuck me, Phil, oh God, give it to me!"
He'd give it all to her, every bit of it, and then he'd call and make the arrangements for their hot and heavy weekend. Smiling, he led his wife around to the bedroom and closed the doors.
The Lawsons had a good thing going and they knew it. In the three days since they'd placed the ad they had received about fifteen telephone calls. Some were kooks, some were old timers who'd already been up to the cabin, and some were tyros-newcomers to the whole swap scene.
Margo and Erik were most interested in the tyros. The prospect list showed possibility for a riotously good weekend as Erik would say. The most interesting callers were a Mr. and Mrs. Eddie Baker, seemingly hot and wild youngsters; Mr. and Mrs. Martin Gerard, big business folk who liked a little extra here and there; and a Mr. and Mrs. Phillip Jason, almost divorcees who were hung up on each other's sex.
Margo felt the more the merrier but Erik usually liked to limit it at three couples plus themselves for starters with possible additions toward the end of the weekend. That was it, then: Jan and Eddie, Adele and Marty, Lena and Phil, and Margo and Erik.
Margo had gotten all the information from them on the telephone and had gone to check their homes-secretly, of course-to see if they were appealing, sensual-type people. She had come back with a very optimistic report and the matter was settled. They did, of course, charge $20 per couple, per weekend, to their exclusive Mountain Couples' Club. The fees took care of expenses for food, liquid refreshments, and things like that. A lifetime membership to the club would cost $150 per couple, for which guests were entitled to limited weekday use of the cabins.
Weekdays were always fun for Margo-that's when she could let down her hair with some of the more swinging old-timers and even their sons and daughters on special occasions. Anything goes on weekdays was the general rule, not the exception. Weekends were slightly more limited but it wasn't usually noticeable.
Margo was looking forward to this next weekend. She curled up on the sofa, having stripped off her blouse and bra, and purred. Erik had so often told her that she was a cat, she acted like one when no one was looking and it was all in fun. He knew automatically what mood she was in when she purred and meowed-in heat. He turned off the lights and switched on the machine in the darkroom behind the wall.
A screen dropped on the wall opposite where they were sitting, accompanied by the whirring sound from the small rear room. Couples flashed on the screen in all states of undress and various activities. This was the film from the last weekend.
The usual procedure, a kind of get-acquainted warm-up, was to get all the couples sitting in this very room and show a stag film, encouraging guests to do whatever they would do if they were at home and saw this kind of film. Everyone reacted differently-some immediately began masturbating singly, others went for their respective mates, and some-not many-sat and blushed through most of it.
While the new guests were thus engaged in watching a stag film, a film was being made of them, documenting their initial reactions. After the warm-up, inhibitions were lost and the party began.
On the screen an elderly gentleman, balding and slightly overweight, was followed by the camera's eye as he chased a tall, short-haired blonde in and out among the trees. Red-faced and puffing heavily, the man was grinning from ear to ear as he waved his erect dong for the girl's benefit. His wife was in the film action somewhere, undoubtedly with the blonde girl's husband.
A Negro couple had been present that last weekend. Beautiful specimens, Margo had commented. In fact, she had gone for a little taste of each herself as the film showed the man seated on a table, with Margo sitting on a chair sucking him and being eaten by the man's wife sitting cross-legged on the floor.
The film flashed now to Erik in another room of the house engaged in a "starfish" with his little-boy backside in the throes of orgasm at the time of photography. There were cameras in each room and at various posts all over the grounds. A guest could not go anywhere without being filmed. After the guests left, all films would be removed and edited together for full-length feature viewing.
Last weekend's film was one of the better ones. These films were often used as bonus entertainment, providing the photographed couples weren't present. There were some exceptions-private parties and the like. Sometimes one couple would find out about the filming and come back to see themselves in action. Precautions were taken in that area to determine their reason for wanting to see the films. There had been no trouble at the cabins so far.
Erik was laying down on the eight-foot-long tufted velvet sofa, obviously engrossed in the flick and getting a rather prominent erection.
The pussycat took one look at him, licked her chops, and made ready for attack. With one deft movement she'd straddled his hips and impaled herself on his joystick.
"Ride it, baby, ride it," Erik teased her appreciatively. They could go on like this all night, watching the films and balling, he thought and smiled to himself. He pulled her closer so he could get a taste of those rich brown nipples she had bouncing in his face. "Mmmmmm, baby, that's good," he muttered before becoming temporarily affixed to Margo's hills of honey.
Margo liked to watch Erik get a hard-on during the skin show. Without realizing it, he almost always started jacking off and somehow that turned her on. She liked to see anybody play with themselves-man or woman-it just turned her on.
Now with his shaft up inside her, Margo's mind wandered back to last weekend. She imagined that she had that colored dude's cock up inside her again. God, he was good, she thought. His wife was pretty hot herself. She remembered the first time the guy had rammed it in her-it felt as big, if not bigger, than a wide milk bottle splitting her open. She wished she had him right now.
She also liked having all of the guys-as many as were there-usually three, since it didn't often include Erik who was busy elsewhere-work on her at the same time. One in the front door, one in the back, and one in the "attic window." Her mouth was the window-she'd made that up the second time she'd had sex that way. Now she was so used to it that she sometimes included her dog in there somewhere for extra kicks. She ached for it now but she'd have to wait until the weekend.
"Uh, Erik baby, shove it in me!" Her cry sounded as if she were in pain. Moaning and screaming hoarsely, Margo arched, almost slipping his shaft out of her. Sh a grabbed his shoulders and pushed until Erik was or top of her, then she motioned him to move up on her chest.
Erik rested his shaft between her breasts, then she squeezed them together as he rotated his hips toward her gasping mouth. About the time she reached him and took the head in her mouth, she pulled away.
"Percy, come here, baby." she cried, gasping for air. "Come on, come to your good mama, baby." The shadow on the opposite side of the room moved and ambled toward the sweaty bodies locked together on the sofa. In the light, one could see that Percy was a sleek, black Doberman. Without further command, he maneuvered himself onto the sofa and between Margo's wide open legs.
As soon as the dog's tongue darted out toward her pink lips, Margo held her hips up and shoved a pillow under them. She reached out and pulled Erik's hips toward her so now he was seated just inches away from her shoulder blades. He didn't need to rock his hips anymore.
Margo held his glistening cock with one hand, pulling it away from his body and further into her mouth. Her other hand had reached around him and she felt him jump as she jammed one finger into his asshole.
Margo had been training Percy for almost a year. As if on cue, the animal's tongue would insert itself like a miniature cock into her hole and wiggle it there. As she felt the tongue exciting her, Margo's teeth would sink into Erik's pulsing rock-hard cock, denting it-sometimes even drawing blood as her own uncontrollable body drove itself into a frenzy. When she was careful, she really knew how to use her teeth to full advantage. Not too light, not too hard-just over easy.
Suddenly Erik's body shot forward as his shaft drove toward the back of her head. Grabbing a handful of hair, he forced her head down into the cushions as he moved up on his knees and drilled into her.
"Suck it! Aaagh-suck!" he cried out, feeling the hot, searing seed gush through his shaft and into her mouth. Jerking his hips more forcefully, he impaled her for the last time as the final drops shot out.
Margo's cheeks bulged and hollowed obscenely as she sought to get him bone-dry. Percy was ravenously licking her cunt, grunting his own approval. His shaft had slithered out of its pod and now hung between his legs, waiting for a signal from his mistress.
Erik had rolled off the sofa and now lay on the rug, catching his breath and waiting for Margo's finale. She pushed Percy's head out of the way and quickly rolled over again. On her stomach now, Margo knelt before the dog's face. She reached behind and parted her ass cheeks. "Now, Percy, fuck!" she cried out.
On that signal, the animal climbed onto her back with his front paws and guided his own penis into the proffered hole She felt his strong animal body search and find the opening and then the searing instant of pain as he entered the opening with his beveled, thick shaft.
Margo shifted her rounded buttocks in a wild, insane tension-trying to capture his ever-lengthening prick. She began to move backwards rhythmically to meet Percy's powerfully long strokes plunging deep into her belly. That's what she'd needed.
"Oooooh, fuckin' christ! I-I'm gonna-I'm gonna come! Fuck, Percy, fuck!" Margo's voice died in a strangled cry and sigh, her head twisting from side to side as she screwed her buttocks back hard onto the animal cock furiously.
Erik watched and drooled much as the great animal dripped saliva onto the flesh of Margo's back. Margo shrieked again and again, frantically jerking backwards toward the dog as, simultaneously, Percy thrust forward and his cock began spitting out its load of hot animal sperm into Margo's ass.
Margo screamed, her ass cheeks contracting convulsively as the animal pulled out, dripping white sticky fluid as he left. Margo ran her hand through the entangled mass of silken, jet black hair and smiled down at Erik. "Thank you, love," she whispered huskily. "It was real good this time."
Percy had gone back to his corner and sat in the shadows. Margo's eyes were glassy, narrow slits as she shook her head, sighed lengthily and sat up to watch the still continuing film on the far wall.
She purred and smiled lovingly as she looked down at Erik's pale blondeness next to her own olive-complexioned dark beauty. They had a good life-ten acres at the top of a secluded hill. Perfect isolation from nosey neighbors in a peaceful forest-like setting. They used it to their mutual benefit, she mused, when they both discovered the awesome power of their respective sex drives. So far the'd met many people in a year's time and shared all sorts of interesting experiences. Sometimes Margo and Erik had even functioned as teachers, helping their students out over the "rough spots."
Since Erik published underground newspapers and swappers' magazines, he had occasion to use most of the information that came his way to profitable advantage. Even the photographs were handy, although the guest's faces and other such details were altered.
Margo left Erik in the room and wandered to the pool at the rear of their cabin. She was still twitching from the fucking she'd just gotten and would need to cool off a bit. The chilly water splashing against her body would cool her off and then she'd go to bed and dream of the next weekend.