Chapter 11
IT CERTAINLY DIDN'T LOOK AS IF THE SO-CALLED party was going to turn into a sex orgy, Dan thought. So far it looked just like an ordinary group of attractive females and males sitting and standing around the large room-and at the well-stocked bar-drinking and talking, behaving as if they weren't all supposed to be there for complete sexual freedom.
He and Sharon had been introduced to several persons, male and female-by Betty and Floyd-but he couldn't remember any of the names. There were eight, maybe ten couples, and he'd spotted a couple of the females that he was ready to bang right then. Would it be all right if he asked? Or should he just say that he was ready for some action?
Floyd and Betty hadn't explained a damned thing. They'd come to the large house in the suburbs by cab, Floyd saying that he didn't like to drive while drinking-and the fellow had started belting down straight shots immediately. Maybe Floyd had really fallen for Sharon, Dan thought, suddenly noticing that the older man had disappeared.
Betty had already rushed Sharon out of the room. Those two were probably already naked and going at each other, Dan thought, staring at the second shot of Scotch he'd poured from the handy bottle and still hadn't touched. Betty hadn't been able to keep her hands off Sharon in the cab-and Sharon had quite bluntly stated that she was looking forward to some all-female sex. Sharon was angry and disgusted because of Thelma, of course. But she'd get over it. How the hell could an ex-whore stay angry or disgusted about anything having to do with sex?
"Hi, honey! I saw Betty with your lovely wife in the hallway for a few seconds and I tried to get right here, but I was delayed by a phone call. My husband wanting to know how things were going. He had to go out of town for a couple of days. Say, you are Dan, aren't you!"
"I was ten or fifteen minutes ago when I came in here," Dan said, smiling and meeting the tall redhead's sparkling green eyes, then letting his gaze sweep down the length of her silk-covered curves and shapely legs. "I was beginning to think that I had been abandoned and ignored. I've been standing here like the proverbial bump on a log."
"I am sorry, Dan! I'm Hilda. This is my place, my party, and our group doesn't have many rules, but I am supposed to get first crack at you. Since my husband isn't here-well, I don't think even he could've gotten Sharon away from Betty without using his fists! All the men and more than half the women will be after your beautiful young wife, Dan! Including me, of course! She's a living doll!"
"You didn't happen to see Floyd did you?" Dan asked, unable to think of anything else to say at the moment, feeling his pecker lifting because of the closeness of the exciting young redhead and the knowledge that he'd soon be seeing and using the lush-looking flesh.
"That poor dear really has his problems," Hilda said, seriously. "I got him to come one time by sticking a vibrator attachment up his tail, but he's really too sensitive for that. He might be watching Betty and your gorgeous wife. Betty did take the time to whisper in my ear that you really have a delightfully large dick. Say, I just happened to think of something! I didn't know that Betty went "
"I think she just discovered her liking or whatever for going down on women," Dan interrupted, not sure that Sharon would want to reciprocate with Betty-or with Hilda. "I'll just have to say that your guests don't seem very interested in sex."
"It's early," Hilda said. "Besides, they've all had each other many, many times-and probably in most of the many combinations. That's the reason we swappers are always searching for new talent. They might not be showing their great interest right now, but you'd better believe me when I tell you that they're eagerly awaiting their chances at you new members. Not that they all hope to get you new folks tonight, of course!"
Dan didn't bother with saying that as far as he was concerned he and Sharon weren't new members; nor that he thought the swappers were rather far-out with their ideas. After all, they were supposed to be members of a so-called better society, while he and Sharon had never made any claim to respectability.
"Just when does the action start?" Dan asked, suddenly realizing that there'd been a rather long silence. He gazed into the sparkling green eyes and grinned. "Just when and where do we go about seeing how my quote delightfully large dick unquote will slip into your pussy?"
Hilda laughed. "I know that I'm going to like you, Dan! I just know that I'm going to like you a lot!"
With those words Hilda grabbed Dan's hand and started across the large room. Dan followed willingly, anxious to find out how it would be with the stacked redhead, not failing to notice how some of the females weren't too bored to cast glances at the front of his trousers. The very strangeness of the situation had him almost totally aroused, causing him to fleetingly wonder why that should be true. Was he an exhibitionist? It seemed to him that with the women looking-and a couple of the men-it would've been more right or natural had his manhood been totally limp.
The bedroom was off a long hallway. The several doors they passed were closed, and Hilda remarked that later they'd probably all be open. She'd dropped his hand by that time and he'd dropped back to get a good look at her jiggling ass. The black dress was so tight he could see the crack and he knew that she hadn't bothered with panties even before she'd peeled out of the curve-hugging thin garment.
This removal was an accomplished fact seconds after the light had been turned on and the door closed. The black bra was just a wisp covering little more than the surprisingly large red nipples on the very small white mounds. Titties that Dan didn't get much of a chance to look at before Hilda was on her knees taking off his shoes and socks.
But he had seen that her hairs below were just a little darker shade of red than her hair above, and even before he touched her back and shoulders-after he'd removed his shirt and undershirt-he'd known that her warm skin would be soft and smooth.
Hilda went right for Dan's zipper when she'd finished the task of removing his shoes and socks. She reached in and tugged his stiff cock out even as he put his own hands on his belt buckle. Then she leaned back for a better look.
"Betty was right, Dan. You do have a delightfully large dick. Maybe we'd better find out a few things before we do anything, though. It might sound rather commercial or something on my part when I talk like this, but I want you to know that I don't mean it that way. It usually takes me at least five minutes to climax, you see, and if you say the word I'll just not start striving for my goal until your second time. If you think you'll have a second time. You do understand why it's important that I ask these questions, don't you?"
"Certainly," Dan said, amused by the woman's words, and by the way she seemed to be fighting her desire to put his poking prick in her mouth. "Maybe Betty should have told you about my lasting ability, Hilda. I screwed her and-and another gal most of the afternoon and you can see that I'm still right there. I think I'm good for at least fifteen or twenty minutes before my first explosion so why don't you go ahead and-"
Dan didn't finish his sentence. There wasn't any need, really, because Hilda had accepted his invitation or suggestion and he did have to concentrate for the first several seconds on keeping from making a liar out of himself. He didn't have all that much trouble getting through the first thrill of the moistly warm engulfment, however-partly because he had been telling the truth-and even as he moved with the intimate caress he thought about how glad he was that he hadn't mentioned Thelma.
Betty wouldn't appreciate that, he was sure, and he was kind of sorry that he'd been so intimate with the colored girl. Sharon just might leave him because of it. Or go out and find herself a colored man! No! Dan had groaned at the thought. He knew right away that Hilda had thought that he'd given out with the groan as a warning. He found himself staring down into her glittering green eyes-his wet cock a couple of inches from her still parted and glistening lips.
"Nice," Hilda whispered. "Quite wonderful, in fact. You must massage this love-tool with baby-oil."
"Nope," Dan said, chuckling. "Just cunt-oil and-"
"Don't say it," Hilda interrupted, laughing and getting to her feet. "Now get your slacks and shorts off and let's see if you were bragging. Are you strong enough to do it standing? I like to have my big nipples chewed on. You can sit down after I'm embedded. My husband and I do it that way most of the time. If you last as long as I'm beginning to believe that you can I'll go get Susannah. She likes to chew on my big nipples. She has a lovely little twat. I'm not sure that she could take that big beauty! I'm just kidding, of course. I've never really heard of a cock being too large or a cunt being too small."
While Hilda had been talking, or blabbing, Dan had been getting rid of his slacks and shorts. Hilda gave a graceful little leap and scissored her sleek legs high on his waist. Dan cupped the cheeks of her very firm ass and helped to lower her for the penetration. She made little whimpering sounds, nibbled at his neck, and told him how good it felt. Dan thought it felt very good, too.
She clasped her fingers behind his neck and leaned back. He lifted her up and out, slipping her very tight and very hot cunt almost to the end of his stiff shaft, then letting her slowly slide back in place. He did this many times, feeling her inner muscles clamping on his hard flesh, already doubting that she'd last the five minutes she'd mentioned. He was sure that he'd still be right there for Susannah-whoever she was-and at least two or three of the other wives eagerly awaiting to get at his cock.
Knowing that he should start conserving his strength in more ways than one, as well as wanting to be more comfortable while chewing on the big red nipples, Dan walked the wriggling female over to the large bed. Hilda had plenty of lush flesh, aside from her small boobies, but she was surprisingly light. Like a good dancer, Dan thought, lowering his butt down on the side of the bed. Because he'd danced with some very heavy females who'd been as light as a feather on their feet. Not that the moaning Hilda was on her feet! That hot-ass female was going to town on his slippery shaft!
Dan was letting his mind wander purposely. That was one of the secrets of his staying power. Not that it was really all that much of a secret, he knew. Many men did what some called reverse focusing. He'd just had a chance to practice it with more women that most men ever dreamed of having. That wasn't really true, he corrected himself. Most men dreamed of having far more females than he'd ever live long enough to have. And the strangest thing about the whole deal was that he sometimes caught himself thinking that he'd be satisfied to settle for just Sharon-
"I'm getting there, Dan! Stand up and flip me over!"
Dan had been chewing and sucking and licking on the big nipples that were now swollen even larger. He lifted his face and saw the passion flaming in the green eyes. He grinned. "My sense of timing tells me that only about three minutes have passed, Hilda."
"I'm coming, damn you! Put my ass on the bed and screw me, screw me, screw me!"
Dan struggled to his feet, turned, and managed to get Hilda's wriggling ass and body on the bed without breaking contact. Then he screwed her until long after she'd begged him to stop.
Sharon, in another bedroom and on another bed, was having her own problems. She couldn't climax. Betty had given her time to take her clothes off-due mostly to the fact that that greedy-eyed wanton hadn't wanted to ruin her own clothes-and then Betty had practically hurled herself upon Sharon.
Thinking that there would be some preliminary love-play or fore-play, Sharon hadn't been prepared for Betty's onslaught. It was like being raped, really-by the older woman's greedy mouth-and the lips and tongue were still going strong.
Sharon, rather calmly under the circumstances, decided that there were several reasons that she couldn't climax. Floyd was standing there watching, for one thing. He'd walked in and closed the door behind him shortly after his wife had buried her face, and it was quite distracting to see a husband watching his own wife slobbering away like crazy. Especially when the husband was fully clothed and wasn't showing any evidence of physical excitement.
Another factor was the truth that she was afraid that Dan would open the door at just any time. She didn't want her own husband to see her being ravished by a woman or being screwed or whatever by that greedy woman's husband if that staring man ever tried anything with or without a hard-on.
And she'd be expected to take on other men and women, of course. After all, that was the object of the sex party. Maybe she'd enjoy it, she was sure that she would, if she could just gel thoughts of Dan out of her mind.
That was the main reason she couldn't climax. She kept thinking about her husband. He'd just about have to sec her in action sooner or later. As she'd see him. But did she want to see him? It would be shocking as hell to see Dan doing what Betty was doing right then. As he'd done to that colored girl!
Sharon squirmed her ass and thrust up against Betty's face and lapping tongue. Her failure to climax had nothing to do with any failure on Betty's part, that was for sure! Considering the fact that Betty was little more than a novice-again the colored girl entered the picture!-Betty was very skilled at the art of aggressive Lesbianism.
Betty suddenly lifted her face, her gleaming dark eyes, relaxing her gripping fingers on Sharon's firm fanny at the same time. "What's wrong, darling? Can't you make it? I want you to make it! I want to feel you make it! Maybe if I shifted around Will you do me? I'm really steaming and-"
"Maybe later," Sharon interrupted, suddenly making up her mind as to what she wanted to do-what she felt that she had to do. She quickly pulled from Betty's grasp and just as quickly swung from the bed. "Let Floyd take care of you for now the best way he can."
Glancing back as she hurried to the door, Sharon saw that Floyd at least felt a degree of compassion for his passionate wife. Because he was kneeling beside the bed with his face already buried against Betty's dark crotch. Sharon shuddered. Would she become ill if she found Dan doing the same thing to one of the other wives? But she just had to put herself and her love for him to a final test!
The bedroom door across the hall was open. On the bed two males were busily screwing two females while the females had their mouths glued together. Watching for little longer than it took to see that Dan wasn't one of the men wishing that Dan would be engaged in such rather mild sexual activities when she did find him-Sharon started along the hallway without bothering to close the door on the Denning's not so mild sex scene.
Sounds of merriment drifted from the living room and bar, further proof that the swappers were beginning to swing. All the bedroom doors seemed to be open, causing Sharon to wonder just how long she'd been trying to climax under Betty's lavish attentions. Much longer than she'd realized, she knew, because the beds were being used by the men and women she'd seen fully dressed in the large room. She could see and recognize a face now and then when she could pull her gaze from the naked male and female flesh.
Sharon paused briefly and looked in two more bedrooms before finding her husband. On one bed she saw a man plunging in and out of a woman from behind while the woman had another man's cock in her mouth; and in the other bedroom she saw a foursome consisting of two males and two females with their bodies and arms and legs so entangled that it took her almost a minute to decide that one of the men wasn't Dan as she'd first thought.
When Sharon did locate Dan she recognized him first by his thrusting prick. That glistening instrument of pleasure was just being left by one cunt before being quickly engulfed by another. Sharon couldn't see her husband's face. He was flat on his back and a third naked woman was straddling his face and chest.
Jealousy swept through Sharon. And anger. She'd show the man she loved that she could also let herself go completely. She'd screw and go down on each and every husband in the place-and go down on all the wives! Then she was a little ill as she realized that her wild thoughts had been preceded by thoughts of love. She still loved Dan, no matter what he did-despite what she could see him doing-and if she thought it would work she'd beg him to leave with her right then.
But he might refuse. He probably would. He just might tell her that he was through with her. And she still wanted him. She wanted him under any conditions. Maybe she was crazy, she probably was, but she couldn't seem to help it. She knew that Dan was having trouble climaxing, just as she had-and she was suddenly sure that it was for much the same reason.
Dan loved her. He might not ever admit it, but it was the truth all the same. He was probably worrying about her, thinking about her being with another man-other men and women-and if she thought he'd listen she'd march in and tell him right then. But he might laugh and tell her to join. She didn't want him to see her having any kind of sex. She'd go dress and leave and pretend that she hadn't even seen the sexual acrobatics she was witnessing-
Sharon pulled her gaze from the erotic tableau and started back along the hallway. Her large breasts jiggled and swayed and she didn't have to look to know that the nipples were stiffly extended. Her titties were throbbing and tingling, that tingling rippling in little waves right on down to her twat, and she felt that instead of not climaxing she could now start and never stop.
Again Sharon found herself pausing and watching the entangled foursome in the bedroom next to the one in which her husband was performing so actively. She hesitated for about fifteen seconds. Why not? Hadn't Dan condoned anything and everything by bringing her to the swinging sex party? And it was either join or give herself relief. She quickly moved to the bed and the entangled flesh upon that bed.
An arm came out, the male fingers grabbing one breast; then female fingers were squeezing and pulling at her other throbbing tittie. Sharon threw herself forward and down, grabbing with her own eager fingers, thrilling to the contact with a hard cock with one hand and to the contact with a stiffly-spiked tit with the other.
She was surrounded by male and female flesh. A greedy mouth began sucking upon her right breast, another greedy mouth and tongue got busy upon her left hard-tipped breast. Fingers and lips and tongues trailed all over her wiggling body, her feverish flesh, and a face nuzzled at her crotch. The wet lips parted and the tongue slithered into her gash and found her pleasure-button.
She wriggled until she could get her mouth to the cock she held in one hand. But she didn't really mind when that rigid rod was soon pulled from her mouth. Because she was quickly rolled over on her back and a pussy was right there, the moist hot inner flesh quivering just as much as her own-and then she didn't really mind when the parted lips and jabbing tongue left her twitching twat. Because a stiff shaft was right there and began slipping in and almost out, in and almost out, rhythmically bringing her closer and closer to the melting ecstasy she so passionately sought and so desperately needed.
But before she could come, and even while churning her feverish flesh furiously to and around the probing prick, that hard shaft was removed-then quickly replaced by another shaft equally as hard-and during this very short period of time the woman straddling her face and mouth spasmed violently.
As she matched her racing hips to the rhythm of the second prick she found herself greedily delving her tongue into a second pussy. Site felt herself coming, melting into the most glorious of all sensations, and labored expertly to bring her partners to and through a climax with her. Her four partners now. Because one of her hands had found and grasped a slippery prick, and the middle finger on her other hand had found and slipped into a slippery pussy.
Suddenly, and only seconds before spinning off into a whole series of shuddering and shattering spasms-and taking her four lustful partners with her-Sharon was strangely and surprisingly mentally detached. She was actively and greedily having sex with four people at the same time, passionately engaged in a frantic sexual orgy, and yet she wasn't really losing herself as she always could and did with her husband.
But that didn't keep her from enjoying the wondrous physical pleasure. She bounced and bucked and jerked and jolted, spilling forth her passion spasmodically, blending with her four partners, and yet somehow remaining mentally aloof-almost as if she were really a sixth person looking down upon the entangled flesh of which her own naked body was so much a part.
Sharon laughed a little wildly when her mouth and face were freed. And she opened her eyes for the first time since hurling herself into and onto the wanton and unrestrained voluptuous carnality. Despite her thoughts she was still hot.
"I'm just getting started," she said, feeling the tears suddenly rolling down her already wet cheeks. "Bring on anybody and everybody, folks! All except my stud of a husband! He just might give me my most fervent wish and tell me to get my still squirming ass to hell and gone out of here!"
Dan knew that he was just about to come again. He'd made it once with the small blonde called Susannah, while that frenzied gal had been going down on the frenzied Hilda, and after that-and after he'd quickly recovered-he hadn't bothered to try and count the cunts he'd pronged and tongued.
All he knew was the truth that there was such a thing as too many and too much. Too much sex, anyhow-and he even had a dull headache to go with his dull backache. He was pounding away at Betty at the moment. And she was answering thrust for thrust, seemingly tireless, apparently pleased and happy that he was going to blast off while screwing her. He had no idea as to how long he'd been buried in her snapping snatch. It seemed like an hour-or hours.
After he'd exhausted the wives who'd wanted to sample his tool and tongue-those who'd entered that bedroom, at least-Betty had pranced her naked butt in and said that she'd take over. Betty had also said something about Floyd finding a wife with desires and tastes similar to Thelma's-and that Sharon was really having herself a wild and way-out sex-happy time in the next bedroom.
Maybe Sharon had been having the same trouble he'd been having, he'd thought-and still thought. Dan quickened the tempo of his already fast in and almost-out thrusts. Just as soon as he'd shot his wad he'd go get Sharon and take her away from the swinging swappers, by damn! They were a bunch of nuts, that was for sure! But he'd have to give them credit for showing him that he was just as nutty!
Dan lashed himself furiously, taking Betty with him to the highest of all peaks of physical pleasure, spurting forth into a climax that not only relieved the tension in his body, but also seemed to do the same thing for his mind.
There was an adjoining bathroom and he quickly left the temporarily exhausted Betty, just as quickly gathered up his clothes, and then stepped over two naked women locked in the classic Lesbian position on his way to clean up and dress. A woman stepped from the shower stall and offered to revive his limp cock, but he refused gruffly enough so that she frowned and began drying herself before she'd quite finished the act of dropping to her knees.
Betty, Dan was pleased to sec, had buried her face between a pair of sleek female thighs. He didn't care if he never saw her lush body again, either. Or the faces and bodies of any of the other swapping wives, for that matter. He'd go get Sharon, get her to hell out of the madhouse, and maybe even head for some other town or city that very night. They had enough money until they could figure out their next move.
Dan McKay was always glad that he didn't really see his beautiful young wife actually being screwed by a man or going down on a woman. It was quite evident that Sharon had been doing much the same as he'd been doing on the bed in the other bedroom, but at least he didn't have to try and erase actual pictures from his mind. It was bad enough to try and erase the mental scene of having seen his lovely naked wife with the naked men and women on and around the large bed.
Sharon was sitting on the side of the bed, apparently in a kind of daze as she looked around at the naked males and females. Two females were still going at each other on the thick carpet, maybe proving that no male could ever match the pace set by a female when it came to sex.
Sharon's beautiful blue eyes brightened when she looked up and saw Dan. Then her eyes filmed over with what looked like pain and she bowed her head. "I saw you in action," she said, her words barely audible. Then a little louder: "Not that I really needed that for an excuse. We're both what we are, remember? I said that not so long ago."
Dan sensed the several pairs of eyes upon him and felt his face flush. "Come on," he said, "I'll help you find your clothes so that we can leave."
"I'm not sure that we can make it together after this, Dan."
"Well, I am! I love you, damn it, and now do as I say!" Sharon smiled happily and quickly obeyed her husband.