Chapter 8
ANDY LANDED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE bed, between the two women. But his situation wasn't like that of a sandwich filling at all. He was more like a tasty morsel which two chickens were fighting over.
They went after him right away. Liz was perhaps the most aggressive, but Helen didn't hold back. It was fantastic that a wife should be willing to compete this way for her husband's attentions, but that was what swapping had done to the Kimbroughs, even in the short period of time that they had been practicing it.
Liz leaned over Andy. She kissed him warmly and moistly on the mouth as her hand awakened the nerve ends on his chest and belly. He writhed gently, his up-thrust cock swinging from side to side.
Helen, who was kissing him around the ear while his wife kissed his mouth, also slid her hand down his trim masculine form. But Liz had hold of his thick, hard cock by the time Helen reached it. Therefore, she had to make do with his balls.
Her soft, gentle hand fondled his nuts and stroked them tenderly as Liz's somewhat harder grip slid up and down on the greased pole of his pecker, rubbing the loose foreskin against it, teasing the ridge of his corona and the very tip of his prick.
Andy closed his eyes and let himself slowly ascend the hill of passion. His hands held and stroked one of Liz's tits and one of Helen's. He was impressed by the differences between them-Liz's was more taut and firm, but Helen's was considerably larger; Liz's nipple was more projecting, spike-like, while Helen's was buttonish. But Andy loved both tits, and his hands proved it as they squeezed and caressed.
The dominant sensory impression was from his loins, where one soft feminine hand stroked his aching prick and the other treated his balls like beloved baubles, fondling and coddling them.
Liz's tongue slid slowly in and out of his mouth, matching in tempo the stroking of her hand around his cock. But Andy had a long way to go before he reached the top of his passion climb, so there was no reason to slow his wife down.
Helen's mouth slid down his throat and to his chest. She pulled at his curly brown hairs with her teeth, and she licked sensuously through them. He shook her tit hard and she bit him. It was good.
Her mouth moved down around his belly. Her inquisitive tongue delved into his navel, out again, and traced designs on the sensitive flesh. Helen's head bumped into Liz's hand, which continued to stroke his cock.
Liz now began kissing downward on his throat and chest.
Helen turned slightly, taking her bosom out "of convenient caressing range, so Andy slid his hand down her side and up onto her back. He caressed her gently along the spine and at the base of it, where she was very sensitive.
She turned more toward his feet, bringing her ass into easy reach of his hand, and she butted her head against Liz's arm. But Andy's wife didn't give up her grip on his cock.
Andy slid his hand over the ballooning spheres of Helen's bottom and tickled her crack with his fingertips. She wriggled and pushed harder at Liz's arm. Still Liz wouldn't let go of her husband's penis. This was the part of him to which she felt she had an extra-special claim.
But Helen was about to challenge that claim, impertinent as the thought might be. She twisted her head and wedged her face in between Andy's belly and Liz's stroking hand on his prick. She began to lick the shaft of his cock, while her hand still busily fondled his balls.
Andy was caressing the crack of her ass, and this caused her to arch her back so that her anus became more accessible, along with the hairy pouch of her cunt. He teased her ass-hole with his fingertips, then let them dance down along her pussy, tickling its split and pulling at the hairs which lined that tender gash.
She gurgled through her avid licking of his rod, and she shifted her butt this way and that, arching her back more.
Liz felt a sharp twinge of resentment over the fact that Helen was trying to take his pecker away from her. She continued to keep hold of the knob as the other woman's tongue flickered up and down Andy's stalk.
Meanwhile, he twisted a little and raised his head and shoulders as he gripped Helen's hips. Now he was able to lick the backs of her thighs ... and on up...
Liz raised her head from his chest, where she had been kissing, and noted with a slight sense of shock that he was nibbling at Helen's plump, smooth buttocks. This thrilled the buxom blonde, and she groaned as she licked down onto his hairy, drawn-up balls. She licked all over them while Andy bit her bottom and licked it and pinched it apart with his hands so that he could lick her in the crack.
She wanted him to touch her ass-hole with his tongue. Oh, that would send her all the way!
Liz, sitting up, watched in fascination and slowed her stroking of his cock as Andy made a veritable feast of Helen's fanny. Finally he did press his face fully into her crack. With her butt cheeks pressing and rubbing against the cheeks of his face, Andy flicked his tongue at her spasming ass-hole again and again.
Helen, wild with lust, tore Liz's loosened grip off Andy's cock and clamped her hot mouth down over it. She groaned and gurgled as her tongue polished the swollen, throbbing knob, and her lips worked suckingly just behind the corona, where he was very sensitive indeed.
Liz's resentment was completely overcome by the excitement of watching. Andy had hunched down to Helen's pussy now. His nose was embedded in her ass crack as he licked her pussy avidly. She kept sucking and tonguing his cock.
Liz was enraptured by the passionate exhibition, but her own need continued to grow. Soon it was so demanding that she could no longer just sit by and watch. She had to participate in some way.
But how?
Andy was digging hungrily into Helen's cunt, running his stiff tongue in and out as she whimpered around his cock and rotated her ass against his face.
Liz decided she would have to get her husband's mouth away from the other woman. Helen could have his whang, so long as she got that loving mouth of his on her own pussy. God, how she wanted to feel his tongue running in and out of her slit as it was running in and out of Helen's right now!
Liz began to pull at Andy's head and, since he was in an awkward position, she succeeded in wrenching him away from Helen's rear. He turned toward her and Liz quickly straddled his neck, facing his head. Her hip bumped Helen's up-thrust bottom, which was still rotating.
Andy's wife moved forward and down, leaning on the head of the bed for support. Her black-haired pussy smeared itself against his mouth and nose. It didn't smell as fresh as Helen's and, for a few moments, Andy resented the change. But Liz had to be taken care of, too, and it was stimulating to realize that he was giving two women intense pleasure at the same time. So he ran his tongue deeply into his wife's slippery, dripping slit. The smell of old and new arousal was strong in his nostrils, and he realized that he was probably lapping up some of Jerry's come along with Liz's cunt juice, but he licked and gobbled, anyway. Helen's mouth on his cock was so wild and loving that he would have done aJmost anything.
Jesus, what a cocksucker that hot blonde had turned into! And so quickly! Some women were just made for it, he decided.
Then he gave up trying to think about anything and concentrated on mouth-loving the grinding wet cunt which was against his face while Helen bobbed her head on his prick and sucked it for dear life.
His hands were blindly rolling and rubbing his wife's full tits.
Liz's eyes were closed, her head tilted back, her black hair streaming. When it came to cunnilingus, Andy was the greatest in the world-even greater than Tom Baird, when he wanted to be! And he wanted to be now, thanks to the drawn-out, voracious fellatio Helen was giving him.
But this couldn't last very long. Though he had good staying power, Andy's resistance did have a limit. As he approached it, he realized he would have to act quickly and decisively to get Liz's hot wet crotch off his face and Helen's head off his tally whacker.
He gave Liz a little bite. It was nothing injurious but was sharp enough to cause; her to push up on her knees, lifting her twat off him.
"Get off!" he said between gasps.
"Oh, baby, that was so good! I want more!"
"Not now! And get Helen off my cock, for Christ's sake!"
Liz was happy to comply with this demand. She twisted atop his chest and lifted the other women's head from his loins. Helen was glassy-eyed and wet-lipped. She gazed at both of them.
"It's time somebody got screwed," Andy said bluntly.
"Oh, me!" Helen squealed.
"No! It's my turn. I need it!" Liz gazed at her rival defiantly.
"Didn't you get it from Jerry?" her husband asked. "Not good," Liz said. "I'm sorry, Helen, but your husband can't screw worth a shit."
"I realize that now," she said, "since I've had a go at your man. Let him screw me again, Liz! Please!"
It was a strange and gratifying position in which Andy found himself. His ego had swelled until it was completely out of shape. But his prick was even more out of shape at the moment; its head had swollen until it looked as if it might explode. It was throbbing and jerking spasmodically. Andy had to sink it into somebody's wet warm cunt. . . right now!
He made his decision: "I'll screw Liz and suck you off, Helen."
The blonde whimpered, "But I want your prick!" and she grasped it.
"You'll get it again," he promised.
Reluctantly she leaned away from him and let Liz bound backward to sink her cunt around his glorious upstanding cock.
"Oh, shit!" she cried. "Oh, that's heaven!"
She screwed him wildly and he didn't have lo do a thing but lie there and let his cock throb in her gyrating, sliding, wet pussy. But the fact was that he couldn't remain completely still. Not when Liz's cunt-action became very intense. He began to buck and writhe, slamming his thick hard meat up into her as her slavering snatch slid down around it.
She screamed.
Helen murmured, "Oh, my God! What screwing!"
Liz fell forward, fully against her husband, and she ground her twat like crazy until she came. He finished with her, twitching and spurting. A seismic disturbance rippled through Liz which would have measured at least 8 on the Richter scale, if the good professor's instruments could have measured such a quake.
Her cunt contracted on Andy's twitching rod again and again.
Finally, with a deep sigh, his orgasm died, and Liz gradually calmed atop him.
"Oh, bay-be!" she moaned against his ear. "You screw the best! You're just the best goddamned lover in the world!"
"Get off-I want some!" Helen cried.
Liz lifted her head. "Give him a little chance to rest up, can't you?"
"Could you before?" the other woman shot back.
"I'll take care of her," Andy groaned.
"Right now?" Liz obviously didn't want to get off him yet.
"Right now," he murmured, and gave her a spank on the bottom.
Slowly she straightened up and dismounted, breaking the soft moist linkage of cock and cunt. Helen started to surge on top of him.
"Unh-uh, baby," he said, holding her away. "You lie down and I'll give you a tongue job."
"But I'd rather be screwed!" she cried.
"You'll like what I do for you. Lie down. I'll show you."
She did lie down and Andy got up on his knees. He felt a little weak and his head was spiraling lazily. He wanted to sleep, but sleep wasn't to be his for a while yet.
Liz caught his eye as he was about to bend to Helen's needy loins. Liz was smiling and pointing to herself, nodding her head rapidly.
What did she mean-that she wanted to take care of Helen?
He hesitated and gazed at her.
She kept making the motion, then emphasized it by protruding her tongue to make a lapping motion in midair. Andy was shocked.
"Just for a joke," Liz whispered.
"Hey, what're you two yakking about?" Helen asked. Her eyes were closed as she lay on the pillow. "Hurry, Andy. I need it!"
"Sure, baby," he said, and motioned for Liz to get down there.
"You do me," she mouthed at him.
Why not? he thought. It would be a new kick.
The degree of broad-mindedness which he had acquired in the last couple of weeks surprised Andy himself. He was almost as surprised by that as by Liz's interest in going down on the other woman.
He let her go down.
He held Helen's soft thighs widely apart, so that she wouldn't recognize a woman's grip, and Liz held her own hair away from the other woman's flesh as she bent into the moist, sex-perfumed vale of her crotch.
Liz pounded with new, wild excitement. Ever since the swap date with the Bairds, when she had frolicked on the same bed with Eloise, Tom and Andy, she had been burning with an illicit desire to know the flesh of another woman. She hadn't dared admit this fully even to hen-elf, and certainly she hadn't given Andy an inkling of it. The might never have gotten up the nerve to approach another woman directly, but under these circumstances, when the whole thing could be passed off as a prank, it seemed permissible somehow.
Now she bent eagerly to Helen's warm and succulent cunt, which oozed with the mingled products of her own excitement, Andy's saliva and his later ejaculation. Liz's lips pressed against Helen's cunt lips, easing the blonde's chasm open. Liz sank her slithery tongue into the hole. She began to drink.
God!
Oh, God in heaven, this was good!
She lapped hungrily and Helen writhed in response, bumping h-r pussy gentlv against Liz's face. Liz, knowing a woman's needs, lapped repeatedly upward across Helen's clitty, and this sent a special charge of delight through the other woman's body.
Andy watched for a little while, fascinated as much as Liz had been fascinated before while he was tonguing Helen. But there was a new dimension to this-the Lesbian dimension-and beneath the level of Andy's fascination, it troubled him.
Liz had arranged her body on its side in a way which afforded Andy access to her loins. Now as she hungrily sucked and lapped at Helen's cunt, Andy bent down to his wife's fragrant pussy. He fastened his lips onto the black-haired little quim and began to tongue and suck it, which made Liz suck at Helen all the harder.
Helen apparently didn't suspect a thing. Or if she did, she was so pleased with what was happening that she didn't want to disturb the peace. For she remained with her eyes closed and her head on the pillow, kneading her own big tits as she squirmed and undulated gently against the oral love which was driving her out of her mental tree.
Surprisingly enough, Liz performed with great competence in this, her first venture in the realm of cunt-lapping. It was a case of true inspiration, stemming not only from the long-latent desire to be with another woman like this, but also from the incursions of Andy's talented tongue into her own juicy tail. Andy licked ... she licked ... and Helen received the compounded benefits in her own throbbing twat.
She came and, as Liz felt the spasms in Helen's pussy, this boosted her own response to Andy's tongue-loving. She came, also.
Only Andy remained unsatisfied at this time, but he had no desire to come again. In fact, his peter wasn't even hard. All he wanted to do was to roll away from both females and drop off to sleep.
Liz lifted her head from Helen's loins quickly and, when the blonde opened her eyes, she saw Andy rise and watched his hands relinquish their hold on her thighs. She had no reason to believe it wasn't he who had pleasured her cunt so exquisitely.
In the other bedroom, Jerry continued to sleep.
Liz returned to her former place beside him and lay down. It wasn't long before she slid happily into dreamland, also.
Andy and Helen slumbered together.
When Jerry awoke, in the early hours of the morning, he found his cock restored to thrusting hardness. He had to piss, and perhaps this was partly responsible, but he didn't want to waste the erertion.
He rose onto his knees, moved Liz's lush thighs apart, and climbed between them. He tilted his pecker down to her rosy hole, pushed it, and it slid all the way in, right to his balls.
He began to pump.
Liz awoke to the delicious sensation of a cock rhythmically pumping up and down in her cunt. She blinked and recognized Jerry atop her.
She raised her legs and locked them over his back, at the same time putting her lower body into motion. The two pumped together.
Again, however, Jerry was moving too fast too soon, and he did not maintain the kind of steady pressure against her clit which Liz needed. She knew she wouldn't be able to achieve a climax with him.
She didn't let this bother her, though. She'd had great fun that night, and Jerry's wife was the one responsible for most of it.
What would he think if he knew that? she wondered, as he struggled and strained atop her, speeding up until his cock fairly flew up and down in her lubricated loins. She kept moving, though she knew it was futile.
He came, jerking and jetting his warm cream into her.
She faked an orgasmic spasm because she took pity on him. The least she could do, she felt, was to make him think he had succeeded with her and thereby to give him the full amount of pleasure that a man wanted when he screwed.
"You made it!" he panted and laughed. "I knew I'd get you there before I was through."
"It was wonderful, darling," she purred and kissed him, her thighs gripping him warmly.
Just get off, she thought. Get off and let me sleep some more.