Chapter 7
LIZ HAD INSISTED THAT JERRY REMAIN on top of her, with his prick in her vagina, following his premature conclusion of their first screwing.
She hoped to re-stiffen him quickly and to get him into action again, this time gaining the climax she had missed before. Toward that end, she rocked her pussy gently up and down, cautioning him to keep his cock well in so that it wouldn't be lost. As it was now, he wouldn't be able to reinsert it if it were to slip out.
"And don't lie so heavily on me," she added. "You're a big boy."
"It wasn't very good for you, was it?" he asked.
"I didn't quite make it. Those things happen sometimes."
"I'll try to hold off a little bit next time."
She felt like telling him it would have helped a great deal if he had kissed her pussy for a longer period than he had-and used his tongue in it, as Andy sometimes did-but she didn't want to be critical. Now that the initial excitement was worked off, he would perform well with her the next time, she believed. After all, he had a beautiful wife whom he had to keep satisfied, so he must have some competence as a lover.
She enjoyed having his cock inside her and having him lie on top of her as he was, so long as he didn't bear down with his full weight. He was handsome, and he had a good touch. Before he had come a little while ago, his prick had been hard as iron. In that respect, he didn't have to take a back seat to Andy or anyone.
She wondered as she gently rotated her cunt and bobbed it up and down on Jerry's flaccid dick, how Andy was making out in the other room. Helen hadn't been too hipped on the idea of the swap. She might be giving him a little bit of hell about now.
Liz thought swapping was the greatest thing since the invention of the Pill. The two seemed to go together perfectly, in fact. The Pill had set women free, and swapping made it possible for them to enjoy themselves while their marriages remained secure.
"Uuh!" Jerry grunted. "Man, that action's getting to me!"
He started to move his dick a little. "Careful it doesn't slip out," Liz warned. "I wish the damned thing would stiffen up." "It will in a minute."
Liz thought about having him take it out so she could mouth it, but she decided to save the fellatio for later, when she wanted to revive him for a third screwing. She had no intention of letting him off easily tonight.
Perhaps some sexy talk would help him, she speculated. It was right after she had said screw before that he had gone wild and finished ahead of her. Now a little of that wildness would come in handy.
"Oh, get your cock stiff, honey!" she pleaded, as she pumped her pussy around his relaxed peter.
"Mmmmm, I want to!" he exclaimed.
"Tell it to get stiff. Let me hear it. Say, 'Cock, stiffen up!'"
"Oh, baby! When you talk like that, I go nuts!"
He started writhing within her, and he seemed to be hardening some.
"You talk like that too. Tell your prick what you want."
"Oh, prick, get hard!" he said, undulating against her.
"My cunt wants a screwing," she breathed at his ear. "Screw it ... screw it. . . " "Jesus!" he panted.
She felt the lead coming back into his pencil. "My prick loves you," he said. "What does it want to do?"
"It wants to screw you. Shit, how it wants to screw you!"
"That's it," she breathed. "It's stiffening. It's getting harder. Talk to it some more."
"Prick, get hard so you can screw that pussy!" he exclaimed.
It would have sounded silly if they weren't locked in erotic union. But now the forbidden words acted as an aphrodisiac. Jerry gradually grew stiffer and stiffer. He was almost fit to screw her now.
"Oh, I feel it!" she said. "What a big screwing beauty it is!"
"You've got beautiful tits," he said, and pawed them.
"They're not as large as your wife's," Liz commented as she continued to move gently around his rejuvenating cock.
"But they're firmer and more shapely. I love your nipples."
"Suck one," she told him.
"Say it all the way out," he requested, beginning to hunch a little. "Tell me just what you ... want me to do."
"Suck my titties," Liz said. "Take my nipples in your loving mouth."
"Oh, baby!" he exclaimed, and twisted to drop his eager mouth around one of the dark erect buds.
As he sucked at the tit, Liz caressed his ass, rubbing his buttocks and grooving her fingertips between them. His rod became very hard.
"Now screw me!" she breathed savagely. "Hump me out of my mind!"
He let her titty go and pushed himself straight up on his arms. He began to stroke in and out of her cunt.
For the first few seconds it was very good for Liz. His shaft rubbed her clitoris and the head of his cock dug deeply into her quim, stimulating all the nerve ends in the walls of her vagina as it slid in and out.
"That's great, baby!" he exclaimed, panting. "That's the :. . loving end!"
He moved faster and faster.
"Easy," she begged. "Take it easy!"
She tried to hold him away from her and hold her own hips deeply in the mattress. But that wouldn't work. He was violently aroused, and he kept moving at her-jabbing into her, ramming rapidly, pumping, slapping his belly against hers.
Her only hope, she realized, was to speed up with him and hope to hell that she made it. She began to work her cunt up and down briskly on his rod.
This only stimulated him all the more, however, and he let out a wild cry of delight, after which he rammed deep, jerked, and spewed forth his load.
For the second time, Liz failed to achieve satisfaction.
"Goddamnit!" she cried. "You didn't ... get there?" he panted "Of course not. Not the way you screw. Jesus, can't you move slowly and draw it out more?"
"I've never had any complaints before," ho told her edgily.
"Helen must be a bunny rabbit," she commented bitterly.
"Maybe you're slow," he suggested. "All right," she sighed wearily. "I don't want to fight about it. We'll try again." "Shit, I'm pooped." "So get off and rest up for a while." He got off.
"Maybe you've got a mental block," he suggested, as they lay side by side.
"Mental block my ass!" she exploded. "I want you. I wanted to get there. I wanted it more than anything in the world."
"I don't know why you didn't make it, then. I lasted pretty long."
"Two minutes," she said. "Hell, it was longer than that."
"Not much. If you moved slowly and steadily at first and only speeded up when you had to, you could last for five minutes of stroking. That's all I would need."
He sighed heavily. "I can't even think about doing it again."
She felt like cursing. He was going to fall asleep on her, and then she would have to masturbate herself to get relief.
"There is something you can do right now," she ventured.
"I don't go in much for oral stuff," he said. "It doesn't have to be oral. Use your finger on my love tip."
"You want me to do that?" he asked, facing her on the pillow. "It's better than nothing."
"All right," he said, with another sigh, and slid his hand down her body.
His middle finger parted the lips of her sopping cunt and slid up and down against her clitty.
"Slowly and steadily," she said.
He tried to comply, but he seemed unable to maintain a firm contact as he stroked. It was maddening.
"Pinch it! Twiddle it!" she demanded.
He tried to do that, but had difficulty holding onto the little nub. She ground her wet meat against his hand. Excitement slowly rose within her. She began to breathe hard.
"Pull at it!" she said. "Now rub against it hard!"
He pulled it, pinched it, rubbed it and pinched it some more. With agonizing slowness, she ascended toward the passion crest
"Keep going ... keep going!" she demanded, when he faltered.
He resumed his stroking and twiddling of her clitty. "Suck my tits!" she said.
He got his mouth down around an erect nipple and lashed it with his wet tongue as he sucked. His hand kept moving at her snatch.
She was drawing close to an orgasm. Closer. Closer yet. She tried to move with his hand, but that threw him off the point and she lapsed.
"Rub it!" she exclaimed.
He rubbed harder. He bit and pulled at her nipple. She drew close to the prize again ... very close ... almost...
Now!
She came, shuddering and letting go. But it was not a very satisfying climax-nothing like a well-controlled cock would have given her.
She released her breath in a long sigh, and he took his hand from her loins. He lay on his back and neither of them spoke for a while.
He was thinking that there must be something the matter with her. He had forgotten the times before he was married when some girls had been cross with him after a screwing. He had thought at the time that this was a guilt reaction and had dismissed it. Also, it hadn't bothered him much when they had turned down his invitations for more dates. He was handsome and never had trouble dating new girls.
He didn't know how fortunate he was to be married to a woman who responded rapidly. Nor did he realize how much more pleasure he could have gotten from Helen if he had taken more time and care in his loving of her.
Liz continued to lie awake after Jerry had dropped off.
His masturbation of her hadn't satisfied her sufficiently to shut off her yearning for more love. She had been spoiled by Andy, and she usually had been lucky in her choice of other men. Tom Baird had given her great satisfaction, principally because he had been so oral. That was the main thing wrong with Jerry-he just wouldn't get down there and lick her cunt enough.
She had little hope of getting him to do that later, and she was afraid that their next screwing, when he woke up, wouldn't be any better than the first two.
She thought of Andy in the other room with Helen. That girl was probably getting more than she needed. It was a hell of a thing for a wife to yearn for her husband when she was on a swap date, but that was the way Liz felt right now. She would give almost anything to have Andy's tool in her snatch, moving slowly and steadily, the way he knew how to move it.
Perhaps. . .
Oh, but she wouldn't dare walk in on Andy and Helen. Anyway, he was probably screwed out by this time.
She thought of the occasions in the past when she had brought him back by using her mouth on him.
Helen probably wasn't any more oral than her husband, so she probably hadn't given Andy any fellatio.
What would Helen think if she were to walk in on the two of them? And if she were to stimulate Andy by sucking his cock?
No! She couldn't.
But the idea had a teasing appeal to it. Damn! What a lousy drag this party had turned out to be!
Andy had gotten up and poured drinks for Helen and himself after they had finished their second bout. Now they were sipping them and chatting as they sat on the bed.
"Wonder how Jerry and Liz are making out," Andy said.
"Not as well as we did, I'll bet," Helen replied, and sipped some more booze.
She had dropped all pretense of resentment over the swap. After the way she had behaved while his cock was in her, she couldn't very well assume that pose again. Anyway, she didn't want to.
Andy had re-opened her eyes about how good a loving could be. She had been married to Jerry for almost three years and, even though the Naylors looked and sometimes acted like a pair of swingers, they had been true to each other during that entire time. Before her marriage, Helen had screwed around in a discriminating way, and several times she had been satisfied much more strongly than Jerry had satisfied her since. Perhaps subconsciously she was remembering that when she had opposed the swap-she had been afraid of the very thing that had happened. Now that it had happened, however, she could only embrace it.
"Liz will show Jerry a good time," Andy said confidently.
"But how will he treat her?"
"You have doubts about him?"
"Well, he's ... maybe not the world's greatest lover."
"I see. Doesn't he satisfy you usually?"
"Oh, sure. I get there. But just getting there isn't all a woman wants. It's a question of how you make the trip and how much excitement there is in arriving ... if you know what I mean." She sipped some more.
"I believe I do."
"Jerry isn't very oral."
Andy grinned. "You liked that part?"
"I loved it. You know I did. And I'd like a lot more of it. Does that make me shameless?"
"Nope. I think it makes you normal."
"But cunnilingus and fellatio are supposed to be perversions."
"Bullshit!"
She laughed and drank some more.
She was hitting the sauce pretty hard. Andy was pacing himself. He didn't feel much need of booze tonight.
"Lie down," he said, "and I'll give you some more tongue-loving now." "Do you really want to?" "Yes. You're luscious."
"Baby..." she purred, and kissed him moistly on the mouth.
As soon as the kiss broke, she downed the rest of the liquor in her glass and jumped up. "How about if I take a bath first," she said. "I'd feel better about it."
"Okay. If you want to." He grinned and stood up. "In fact, I think I'll join you."
"Hey, that ought to be fun!"
"It is. Don't tell me you and Jerry have never tried it."
"We've showered together, but I was thinking of getting into the tub. Is that what you had in mind?"
"Either way is kicks. We'll take the tub, if you want to."
They left the guest bedroom and headed for the bathroom which opened off the hall.
Liz heard the water go on, and she wondered who was bathing. She decided it probably was Helen. That meant Andy would be in the bedroom alone.
Liz had to talk with him.
She got quietly out of bed and turned out the lights, so Jerry's sleep wouldn't be disturbed. She walked noiselessly out to the hall and noted that the door of the guest room was open. She moved over to it.
The room was empty. So Helen and Andy were bathing together!
They apparently were having all kinds of fun tonight, and she was having a miserable time. It wasn't fair!
She walked into the room and noted the clothing scattered around. There were Helen's pants, lying on the floor.
The bed was quite rumpled, indicating that its occupants had thrashed around a great deal. Knowing Andy as well as she did, Liz bet he had screwed Helen six ways for Sunday ... and no doubt she had enjoyed it tremendously. The lucky girl! This swap was a real break for her, though she hadn't seemed to realize it at first.
What would happen, Liz got to thinking, if she were to remain right there and surprise Andy and Helen when they emerged from the bath? Helen probably wouldn't like it, but so what? She had gotten all the best of things so far. As for Andy, Liz was pretty sure he wouldn't object. It would add to his fun.
She decided to remain.
She lay down in the middle of the bed and waited.
Helen and Andy were both seated in the tepid, bubbly tub, facing one another. Their legs were slung around each other's hips and they soaped each other energetically, laughing and splashing.
Andy was having a field day with Helen's tits.
It wasn't often that a man got hold of such a big, swinging pair as hers, and Andy was determined to gain the maximum amount of pleasure from playing with them.
He had splashed water on both of them. Now he was holding the right one high in his left hand while he used his right hand to soap it thoroughly. The cleansing was just incidental. Mainly he wanted to enjoy the tactile pleasure of sliding his hand on a film of soap all over that round, soft-firm boob-wiggling, rolling and kneading it.
Helen soaped his chest, plucking at his hairs and rubbing up his nipples. Gradually she worked down to his middle, dipping below the water line, and she began to stroke and fondle his genitals.
He did her left titty after he had finished with the right, then he splashed water on both of them, rinsing the soap off. Her nipples gleamed and stood as erect as those round little buttons could get.
"Hey, get up on your knees," he said. "I want to see what I'm doing when I go to work on your cunt."
"I'll bet you always know what you're doing with a cunt," she replied, "whether you can see it or not." She surprised herself by her free use of the four-letter word. She had caught that from Andy, and it was highly infectious.
She got up on her knees with much bouncing and swinging of tits.
"What a cute belly," Andy said, as he petted it.
"Oh," she crooned, writhing gently against his hand.
He let his hand slide down into her golden curls, which were matted against her mound. He rubbed her there, then let his hand delve deeper. He toyed with the rubbery lips of her twat.
"Mmmmm, baby, that's nice," she breathed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back.
He slid his finger wetly into-her cunt and stroked it a few times.
"God, do you want me to come again right here?" she asked.
"Don't tell me you're that close."
"I'm close enough. When I'm with you, Andy, I think I could screw all the time."
"What a wonderful thought," he mused, stroking her. "Nonstop screwing."
"Oh, God! Get that finger out of me before I go ape!"
He laughed and removed it. He carefully soaped his hands.
"Wait!" she said. "Get up on your knees, too."
It sounded like a pleasurable proposal, so he did it.
Now they were kneeling face-to-face, and they each had a bar of soap. They soaped up their hands, then applied the lather to the other's genitalia.
Helen's soapy hands felt wonderful around his softened cock and balls. His cock didn't remain small for long. It lengthened out and thickened. It even began to assume some bone.
"Mr. Prick wants to screw some more," Helen purred, fingering him deftly.
"Talk to him like that and he'll want to screw all the time."
"Mmmmm! Mr. Prick ... Mr. Prick..."
"How about pretty Miss Pussy?" he asked, as he brought his soap-laden hand up underneath her twat and cupped it, running his middle finger slickly up inside.
"It's Missus Pussy, don't forget." "I always think of pussies as Miss ... even if I'm married to one."
"You and Liz must have lots of fun together," Helen said, as she milked at his lengthening, stiffening cock, sliding the foreskin up and back with her soapy fingers.
"We do all right. And you know, swapping seems to have made things even better for us."
"Have you two swapped before?" Helen seemed surprised at the suggestion.
"Once," he said. "Another couple roped us in on it, pretty much as we roped in you and Jerry. We found we liked it, so we made up our minds to get some fresh converts."
"And you picked Jerry and me ... how nice!"
"You didn't talk that way before."
"Forget that. I was putting on an act, as you very well know. I wanted to screw you like crazy, right from the first."
"You're an honest girl, Helen. I like that." He leaned and kissed her.
They both almost lost their balance, but Helen caught herself by grasping a towel rack. He steadied himself against her. They both laughed.
"No more kissing now," she said. "Just feel me up. Hey, isn't it great with soap on our hands? Your prick feels so satiny!"
"How do you think your cunt feels?"
"I can tell you-it feels just great with your finger inside it."
He bathed her business zone rather thoroughly, and she stroked his cock with her soapy hands until it was standing stiff and long, aiming its fat rosy head at her face.
She splashed water all over it so that it gleamed, then impulsively bowed her head and fitted her wide-open mouth over the bulging knob.
"Oh, damn!" Andy said, and dropped his soap into the water.
Helen sucked at him hard, working her teeth and lips against his corona and just behind it.
"Suck more gently," he said, breathing hard. "Hob your head a little. Use your tongue all around."
She learned fast. The bobbing of her head gave him extreme pleasure as her teeth and lips slid up and down across his sensitive nerve ends; the sucking added further stimulation; now her circling, stroking tongue awakened every nerve on the huge blunt head of his pecker.
He played with her clitty while she cocksucked him.
Pretty soon, they were both about ready to come.
"Hey ... that's enough!" he croaked. He wrenched her head off his dong.
"Oh, I'm so damned hot!" she cried. "Let's run back to the bed."
"We have to get dry first," he said, scrambling to his feet.
He stepped out of the tub, then helped her. They each grabbed a towel and went to work on the body of the other. Now it wasn't a matter of feeling each other up, but just getting dry so that they could run back to bed.
They accomplished their mutual purpose in quick time and scampered from the bathroom, Helen leading the way. Andy watched her plump, taut buttocks quiver as she ran down the hall and through the open bedroom door.
She stopped in her tracks and Andy nearly collided with her.
Then he saw what had made her stop.
Liz smiled up at them from the bed. "Do you two mind having another playmate?"
Helen looked at Andy in confusion.
He grinned. "At a time like this, three doesn't necessarily make a crowd."
"I-I won't know how to act," Helen protested, but her tone was mild.
"Why can't we all just do what comes naturally," Liz suggested. "Andy, you get in the middle. You can be the meat in a girlie sandwich."
Meat was the right name for him, since his cock was sticking out, big and red.
"What do you say?" he asked Helen.
"I. . . suppose it's all right. If it's all right with you."
"It's great with me!" Andy exclaimed. "Come on, girls ... let's ball it good!"