Chapter 10

Lola sat silently sipping her drink as Ray leaned back against the couch, his eyes closed and a broad smile covering his lips.

"God, what a blow job; there's one woman who really puts her heart into it. Christ, when I blew my load it was like coming twice. She sucked it out of me like a vacuum cleaner; never had anything quite like it before. Christ, I can hardly wait to get over there and feed my cock to her again."

It had been going on for damn near an hour, and it was getting to Lola.

When Ray had gotten home, she had been bright, eager and ready for the night ahead. She had been unable to think about anything else all day, and her cunt was damp and hot when he walked through the door.

Now she felt a little tired and strangely separated from thoughts about the night ahead.

She wasn't any longer concerned for herself; her thoughts were now resting on Ray's ravings about Sheila's ability to make love.

Up to this point, she hadn't even considered the effect on Ray. Hell, she had been too damn busy getting her own kicks. But it was quite obvious to her now that she was far from the only one who was getting an exquisite time out of the swapping.

It didn't really bother her that Ray was enjoying himself; she could hardly knock that when she herself had been primarily concerned with getting her jollies. But what did bother her was the fact that Ray was openly comparing her to Sheila, whether he said so or not, and she didn't like the idea of playing second fiddle to the big, well-filled-out blonde.

Never before in her life had she felt endangered when it came to holding Ray's interest, but it was blatantly apparent now that he wasn't even thinking about her at all. All he could think about was Sheila and the next chance he had to ball her.

It put a damper on her own interest, to say the least, yet she could hardly say anything about it. The whole deal was her idea, and saying she wanted to quit now simply because Ray was enjoying it wouldn't work at all.

She did her best to rationalize it, figuring Ray's attraction to Sheila as a momentary thing. But even in her own mind she found herself unconvinced and a little unsettled by the whole thing.

Leona looked up from the mirror in front of her as Vern entered the room from the bathroom.

"How come the change of heart?"

Vern looked at her and smiled.

"I don't know. I guess I just got a chance to kick it around in my mind a little today. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was being kind of stupid about it."

He paused for a second, moving over to the drawer and pulling out clean shorts and socks.

"What the hell, if you want it this way, why shouldn't I, too? Like you said before, why the hell should I be satisfied with just making it with you when I can make it with two or three broads at once? Hell, why turn down a feast for hash?"

He let it drop there, but he kept his eyes on her, watching for her reaction.

His words struck pretty deep with Leona, and they hurt just as her words had the night before. She opened her mouth to speak, but Vern didn't give her a chance as he moved back out of the room and entered the bathroom.

He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, a full smile radiating from his lips.

The shoe was on the other foot now; he knew he had her going, and there wasn't a single doubt in his mind that after one night of playing the role of lust-hungry husband without paying the slightest bit of attention to her was going to make Leona think twice.

For the first time since his sleepless night, he was confident that he had won, and he was beginning to enjoy the feeling. He was going to fuck royally tonight, fill every fucking hole he could find with wads of hot come; he was going to enjoy it fully, and it was going to repay him doubly, not only with a series of damn good kicks, but with the result of shaking Leona to hell out of the false sense of security that filled her.

Marty couldn't remember when he'd found Sheila in such high spirits. When he'd first arrived home, he had accepted it at face value, figuring her eager for, and pleased with, the thought of the night to come. But as he watched her moving around getting ready, he found himself wondering just what the hell it was that she knew and he didn't.

He considered asking her, but it was obvious to him that she wasn't going to tell him anyway.

He did his best to push it aside, figuring it would work itself out. He was really looking forward to the night ahead, even more than before, because now he knew that he was really getting to Lola, and Ray was pissed off. It did his ego a lot of good to know that he was good enough between the sheets to make another man's wife want him more than she wanted her spouse.

He was looking forward to rubbing the fact in. Christ, was he going to ball that hot redhead!

He gave thought to what he was planning to do to Lola.

Sheila dressed with great care. She had been doing a lot of thinking over the past few hours.

Ray's arrival out of the blue during the afternoon had really changed her life. She thought back to the first swapping session she and Marty had taken part in, to the shock, hesitancy and revulsion it had first given her, and then the blissful thrill of fucking another man in front of Marty ... to the ecstasy of group sessions.

That had been the turning point in her life; she had changed from a dreary housewife into a woman of the world. It had been fantastic, and she had lived it to the hilt, but it was nothing compared with the delicious ecstasy she had shared with Ray earlier in the day.

She made no bones about it to herself; she had learned something during that wonderful bout with Ray-the thing that gave her the biggest thrill of all was fucking behind Marty's back, balling with a guy when Marty wasn't even aware of it.

Tonight would be the last night of group sessions, because tonight she was going to take a lover, a permanent lover to fuck her secretly during the day when Marty was out. Maybe she'd take two. God, what a delicious thought, fucking two of them on the side, and none of them knowing she was fucking the others . . .

Ray was by far the most open and willing of the six of them as they finished their first drink and poised on the beginning of the night of swapping. He knew he had it made. Not only was he going to fuck himself silly and fully enjoy what Sheila's lush body had to offer, but he was going to settle the problem with Lola once and for all.

It was going to be the final session; he felt that strongly, and he was damn well going to end it with style. He had a clear conscience as he stood up and set his empty glass on the bar.

"Hell, we're wasting time. Let's start fucking!"

He moved across the room and grasped Sheila's hand, pulling her to her feet. She came with him willingly, knowing full well that he would choose her for his first partner.

Ray grinned broadly as he recognized the look of pleasure in her eyes. He held her gaze for a second, enjoying the feeling of power that surged through him; then he spun around to face the others.

"I claim the master bedroom; I'm going to need a big bed for what I have in mind."

Marty was a little perturbed, and more than a little surprised by Vern's attitude. He didn't expect Ray's comments to please Vern after their earlier talk, and he was put off balance by it. Ray was really enjoying himself, and he paused for a second to look at Marty. His grin made Marty feel even less comfortable.

"C'mon, buddy, don't leave the girls wanting. Pick a partner and start balling."

Ray didn't let Marty answer; he was enjoying himself too much for that. Instead, he tugged on Sheila's hand and led her down the hallway to the bedroom.

There was a noticeable cloud hanging over the rest of them, with the exception of Vern, who was beaming as much as Ray. He stood up and smiled. "I think I'll join them; sounds like fun." He turned and walked out of the room. Marty said nothing for a few seconds, still trying to figure Vern; then he shrugged and looked over at Lola. He had been planning all day how he was going to ball her, and he sure as hell wasn't about to let Vern spoil that for him.

"C'mon, baby, let's use the other bedroom."

Lola was just as upset by Ray's attitude as Marty was by Vern's, but she wasn't about to be left out. She smiled and stood up.

Leona suddenly found herself alone, and she didn't like it. She shrugged and stood up, falling into step behind Marty and Lola.

Vern exchanged knowing glances with Ray and grinned.

"Okay, buddy, you've got first crack at her."

Sheila had no idea what it was they found so amusing, but she didn't really give a damn. She was primed and ready for whatever they had in mind. She had begun to strip the instant they entered the bedroom, and she dropped down onto the bed and smiled across at them.

"I don't care who's first; just get started."

Ray looked over at her, letting his eyes take in her lush form spreadeagled on the bed as he stripped his pants off; then he shoved his shorts down and kicked them aside. He moved up to the bed and stroked his stiff prick for a second; then he climbed up between Sheila's golden legs and buried his head between them.

He was too hot for preliminaries. He shoved his tongue directly into her tingling twat and began to eat her passionately, savoring the tangy taste of her, probing around the inside of her tight cunt, tasting and exploring the hot, yielding flesh.

Sheila was ripe for it. She closed her eyes and began to moan softly as his tongue began to stroke in and out of her lustily.

Lola was confused, and she resented the feeling.

She had been looking forward to this all day, and Ray's actions had taken the edge off it for her.

Now that she was in the bedroom with Marty and Leona, she was determined to push all other thoughts out of her mind and enjoy fully what Marty had to offer. She had to be the aggressor; it was necessary to her now more than ever before, and she was the first to strip. Marty and Leona watched her as she peeled off her dress.

Marty found himself forgetting Vern now, forgetting the strange change in attitude. The sight of Lola stripping off her dress seemed to make it all appear unimportant, and he let out a small gasp as he watched her dress fall to the floor.

This was what he wanted; this was what he had been looking forward to all day; and he was damn well going to make the best of it.

She was performing for him; he sensed that. He knew that she wanted to be the leader, to hold the floor; and he was more than willing to let her have her way. He knew she wanted him badly, and sensed that she wanted to work for the privilege of having him. It appealed to him, and he was more than willing to play the role of the seduced if that was what she wanted.

He stood facing her as she reached behind her and undid the hooks holding her bra in place. His eyes were on her, enjoying the sensual aura surrounding her as the big cups seemed to quiver and then pop forward, dropping down off her lush tits to free the big firm mounds for his inspection.

The raw sensualness of it filled him with a raging flame of desire, and he let out a low groan as his eyes played over those luscious orbs with their firm, throbbing tips.

Leona couldn't help but know that she was a spectator. They were performing for each other, damn near oblivious to her presence. The realization started a burning flame of resentment in her, but there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it, and she knew it.

Lola was suddenly confident again. She had Marty in her power, and she knew it. She reached out with her right hand and cupped the growing bulge in the front of his tight pants, letting out a soft whimper.

"God, that feels good . . . Christ, I need that in me . . .

Her hand worked on his stiffening cock; and he stood there, letting her play with his cock, letting her dominate the action.

The feel of her stiff nipples digging into his chest right through his shirt added fuel to the already surging flames in his loins, and his big cock snapped into its fully erect state and pulsed strongly against her fingertips.

Ray shifted his mouth from Sheila's hot cunt and moved upward over her, straddling her big tits and offering his prick to her mouth.

She reached out for the stiff cock, sucking it between her lips; then she began to tongue the thick knob wildly, passionately, loving the feel of it hot and smooth in her mouth.

Ray reached for the sides of her head and held her firmly while he drove his cock fully into the hot, sucking O formed by her lips. This was the last session for Ray, and he held nothing back. He hammered the thick, gnarled hunk of meat in and out viciously.

Lola was frantic to possess Marty now; it was the only thing her confused mind could understand and accept. She let out a soft whimper of need and moved her hand up to open the clasp at the top of his pants and push the zipper down.

Marty gasped as he felt her hands slip inside and brush against the stiff shaft of his cock briefly. The touch of the wild hunk of meat was too much for Lola, and she frantically pushed his pants down, pulling his shorts with them.

Marty's stiff cock snapped upward as it slipped free of the constricting shorts, and he let out a husky gasp of delight as her hand found his hard tool and began to stroke and tease the throbbing knob.

Ray had been thinking about Sheila's hot lips around his cock all day, and it was just a matter of seconds before he was blowing his load.

His thick dork lurched, and a long stream of creamy rich come jetted from the knob, filling her mouth. Sheila gurgled with pure delight and sucked it back, savoring every drop and milking his big rod as he kneaded his balls, urging even more of the hot elixir from their tender storehouses.

Marty was impatient for her now. He kicked his pants and shorts aside; then he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He dropped her in the center and fell on top of her, a low groan of need leaving his tightly clenched teeth as he felt her huge, hard-tipped breasts digging into the flesh of his chest.

His senses reeled under the wonder of her, the heat from her moving body, the smell of musky female need, the sound of her soft little moans of desire. He reached down to cup and fondle the firm, resilient cheeks of her ass, pulling her up against him, drawing the hot, hungry lips of her parted cunt tightly against his stiff, throbbing cock.

Lola was in a world of her own now. Nothing mattered but the feel of him against her. She let out a shrill cry of desire as Marty pressed his lips against hers; her tongue surged forth into his mouth, and he answered the first exploratory probe of the hot lance with a thrust of his own, bringing his tongue to meet hers.

The blow job had only served to whet Ray's appetite. He had a lot of fucking to squeeze into this last night, and he fully intended to get all he could. He spun around into a sixty-nine position, letting her keep his cock in her mouth; then, with a soft groan of need, he bent over her and let his lips press lightly against the sensitive hollow of her inner thigh.

They paused there for just a second, then slowly trailed upward, setting Sheila's tingling flesh on fire.

She was ready for it, and Marty knew it. He became the aggressor now, rolling back and settling between her open legs. He reached for his cock with his right hand and guided the thick, fully unshrouded and glistening knob between her open, moist cuntlips.

This was the only answer for Lola, and she wanted it as badly as he did. She reached up to cup his buttocks and whimpered as she pulled him into her. A shrill cry of delight filled the room as she hauled him in tight.

Marty groaned and hammered his hips forward, pistoning his big prick as far into her as he could with the first stroke. Even then it wasn't deep enough, hard enough, vicious enough to satisfy Lola's ravenous craving. She encouraged him with her sensuous cries of animal need, urging him even deeper, and Marty gave her what she wanted, driving in and out, slamming inch after inch of thick, pulsing meat into her hot, clutching twat.

He fucked her hard, hammering his big tool in and out of her like hot steel into a forge, rotating his hips to press his big pulsating head against parts of her aching cunny that had never experienced the pressure before.

There was no holding back for Marty now; he fucked her furiously, giving her every inch of grinding, probing prick he had, driving her wild with the feel of it.

Beads of glistening sweat broke out on his muscular body as he drove down at her frantically, pistoning his pulsating cock deeper and deeper into her twitching, milking box.

Ray's cock grew completely stiff, regaining its hardness in Sheila's mouth as she began to work on him again. A pearl-shaped droplet of shimmering juice sprang free of the thick slit in the tip of his cock, and Sheila tasted the salty, tangy fluid, savoring it, loving it . . .

She moaned softly as she sucked it back, and Ray groaned as he shoved his tongue deep into her cunt, lapping hungrily. Sheila eagerly accepted his thick rod as it drove deeper and deeper into her mouth, offering her box to him in return.

Vern had stripped, and his cock was up, hard and ready. He stroked it slowly for a few seconds, enjoying watching them work on each other; then he was no longer satisfied with looking alone. He climbed up onto the bed, moving around behind Sheila's dimpled ass and settling on his knees. His eyes were riveted to the plump, firm hillocks as he transferred saliva from his mouth to the tip of his cock and spread it over the big throbbing knob quickly; then he leaned forward, bending slightly to part her cheeks as he aimed his big prick at the tight brown hole nestled between them.

Sheila's body shook with pure delight as she felt the pressure of his massive knob against her tight asshole. She sucked Ray's cock deep into her mouth and whimpered with delight as Vern reached for her hips and held her firmly.

He groaned with lusty pleasure, then hammered his hips forward. There was little lubrication, and the sensation was great for Vern as his smooth, pulsating knob pressed against the tight orifice. Sheila let out a soft gurgle of delight around Ray's cock as Vern groaned and shoved harder. A blissful sensation swept through him as he felt his throbbing knob pop through the stretching gates to her ass and stroke deeply inside.

Lola humped and twisted wildly below Marty. She climbed wildly upward toward the peak; then her entire being shattered as she reached her culmination. Her body froze for a second, enraptured by the first stabbing wonder of it; then it shook in a frenzy of satisfied lust.

The feel of her culmination was all Marty had been waiting for. He gave forth a deep groan and drove his huge cock as far as he could into her, burying it up to his big, tender, swaying sac. Instantly Lola marveled at the feel of the big knob lurching frantically, and a spurting stream of molten come shot deep into her cunt, erupting furiously from the big slit in the tip of his throbbing tool.

They twisted and rocked together as her hot slit milked his big organ, sucking out every ounce of the hot, gushing come that he could deliver.

Leona was going wild at the sight of them, and she could no longer stand back and play the part of spectator. She was filled with a wild, frenzied lust, and it had to be satisfied. She climbed up onto the bed and pulled them apart.

"Me . . . god . . . me ... I need it... "

Marty looked up at her. He could read the lust in her eyes, and he would have liked to be able to throw his root into her, but there was no way without a few seconds' breather. His cock was semi-erect at best.

Still, he knew Leona needed something to take her mind off her desire, and he was anxious for some kind of action while he was waiting for a good stiff hard-on.

He reached for Leona, pushing her down onto her back; then he looked over at Lola and grinned.

"Straddle her mouth, baby; let her eat you."

Lola was still hot for action. She could see that Marty was out of the game for a while, and the idea of having Leona eat her appealed a good deal. Before Leona had a chance to argue the point, Lola moaned and dropped downward.

For a split second Leona fought; this wasn't what she'd had in mind. But the smell and taste of Lola's hot cunt grinding down against her mouth was stimulating beyond belief, and she began to gnaw and lap at the swollen lips of Lola's hot slit almost instantly.

Ten good solid strokes from Vern's hot tool left Sheila begging for more. She could think of nothing but the combined feel of Ray's tongue below and the steadily building, wondrous sensation caused by the furious pistoning of Vern's wildly reaming prick.

In a matter of minutes her body was shuddering with impending release. The feel of it was telegraphed to both studs, and they worked on her harder, Ray furrowing his face even deeper between her hot thighs, forcing his tongue deeper and deeper into her. He groaned and arched himself upward off the bed as his thick knob jerked deeply inside Sheila's wildly sucking mouth. A long, hot stream of come shot into her throat, and as it came, Sheila made it over the top, exploding wildly.

She swallowed again and again, savoring the springing wads of hot come as he emptied his heavy balls of their burning pay load.

Vern could feel her bucking with pleasure each time she received a thick, rich gush, and it was enough to bring him to his climax. He drove his thick tool completely into the hot, embracing flesh of her ass, slamming his balls against her cheeks, and the long, thick shaft of his prick exploded, spilling forth a huge deluge of creamy hot semen.

The feel of it ricocheting off the inner walls of her rectum doubled Sheila's already indescribably pleasure, and she came close to blacking out as she thrilled to it.

Leona was applying herself to her task eagerly now. The idea of eating Lola's hot slit was all-encompassing to her suddenly. Her tongue slipped out from between her sensuous lips to work around the hot, swollen canyon slowly, savoring every drop of sweet, flowing honey she could find.

Lola's eyes were closed tightly as her face furrowed with passion. She tossed her head back, letting her long, shimmering red hair cascade over her back as she began to moan softly, thrilling to the feel of Leona's wildly probing tongue.

She filled her hands with the big orbs of her own breasts, teasing the nipples until they grew hard and started to throb frantically.

Leona's tongue explored the hot, wet canyon hungrily; then she found the stiff, pulsating bud of Lola's clitoris with her teeth and began to nibble at it tantalizingly.

Just watching them was enough to bring Marty back up again. He had his huge, erect organ clutched in his hands, and was stroking it lovingly. A deep groan gurgled free of his throat, and Lola opened her eyes to stare at his hard prick. The sight of the large knob throbbing powerfully, unshrouded with each stroke of his hand, and shimmering in all its glory brought a strange wave of accelerated desire raging through her.

Marty grinned as he looked into her passion-glazed eyes. He knew what she wanted; he couldn't miss it. She was whimpering softly, completely under the spell of Leona's frantic muff-diving, and she wanted the feel of his cock in her mouth.

He stood up and moved forward, holding his thick cock out to her, and Lola's head shot forward instantly. She was mouthing his throbbing organ, sucking the hot, pulsating length of his shaft deep into her eager chasm, and polishing the massive, pulsing, blood-engorged knob with her lashing hot tongue.

Ray was still panting, fighting for breath when Vern sat up beside Sheila's heaving form. The tight, hot feel of her ass surrounding and draining his cock had been good, but Vern wanted her in the cunt now.

He stared at the glistening blonde fluff covering her pink swollen cuntlips, and he moved his hand to his thick, stiff cock, stroking it slowly for a second. Then he shifted over to her and dropped down between her golden, spread thighs. He guided the wet, gleaming head of his swollen prick between the pink, tender, open slit of her cunt; then he slipped his hands under to cup the hot cheeks of her ass as his powerful buttocks clenched and his hips thrust forward.

Leona's hot, sucking mouth became more demanding now . . . . . .probing. . . . . . nibbling ...»*-. . . tasting . . . . . . thrilling every centimeter of Lola's quivering pussy.

It drove Lola wild, and she had to have the hot come from Marty's cock spurting into her mouth. Her hands slipped slowly up Marty's corded muscular thighs to cup and caress the precious weight of his hairy, heavy sac.

Marty wanted it as badly as she did now. His hand threaded through her hair, holding her head still as he hammered his hips back and forth, burying the knob of his big, throbbing rod deeper and deeper into her throat.

Even despite the earlier action, it was fast for him. His cock slammed as far as was humanly possible into her mouth, and she felt the heavy balls cupped in her palms quiver with the quake to come. Lola wanted that hot come. God, how she wanted it! She forced even more of his stiff prick into her mouth.

At the feel of it, Marty groaned, and Lola shook with delight as she felt the huge cock jerk and deliver the first gush of hot, creamy come into her throat. She sucked on the stiff, lurching shaft wildly until she had drained him, and as the last hot wad shot into her, she went over the top herself, grinding her hot cunt down against Leona's hungry mouth.

Vern was hot for it, his body trembling with the desire that filled him. He marveled at the feel of Sheila's cunt seemingly virgin tight as it yielded, accepting his meaty shaft.

He had planned to work on her slowly, to take his time feeding the big rod to her, but he was no longer controlling the seduction; it was Sheila who demanded of him, and he who gave to her.

She took his tantalizingly slow strokes eagerly, allowing more and more of his powerful cock into the silky, clutching sheath until finally Vern had buried eight inches of aching, throbbing prick into her. She rewarded the massive tool by instantly picking up the naturally complementing motions of lovemaking, raising and lowering her firm dimpled ass, rotating the hot cheeks against the sheet below.

Ray was very much aware of their passion, and he moved up onto his knees beside them as he watched them begin to settle into the rhythmic bliss of a shared fuck. The sight brought his big cock up stiff with renewed life, and he reached for it, stroking it lovingly as he watched them.

Sheila's attention was drawn to his prick instantly. She stared at the huge, one-eyed monster, watching breathlessly as a shimmering droplet of milky semen formed in the big slit in its tip. The sight brought a sensual shiver through her body.

"Oh, my god, don't waste it... in my mouth . . . please . . . hurry ..."

Ray grinned and moved forward. He held the twitching shaft still as he let the knob touch her lips. Sheila moaned and closed her eyes. Her tongue snaked out and took the pearly drop. The salty, tangy taste of it thrilled her, and Ray groaned at the touch of her tongue. He moved quickly, throwing his leg across her to kneel across her full, heavy breasts.

His hands cupped her red cheeks as he lifted her head slightly and moved his hips forward, sliding his glistening prick deep into her mouth.

Marty paused by the dresser. He sucked in a deep drag off his cigarette; then he shook the match out and dropped it into the ashtray. His eyes moved back across to the bed and the lush, glistening bodies on it.

"How about you two putting on a little show for me? I'd like to watch the two of you balling each other."

By this time Lola was game for anything; she was ready to try whatever he suggested. Leona had no particular desire to make love with Lola, but she was more than a little peeved by the obvious fact that Lola was Marty's favorite choice for lovemaking, and she was just excess baggage. She wanted Marty's cock favoring her, and if it would please him to watch the two of them make love, then that was what she would give him.

Without giving the idea further thought, she rolled over on top of Lola and began to rub her flushed, sensitive body against the redhead's well-rounded flesh.

The action took Lola off guard. The flames of need had been well kindled in her already, and to her surprise, she instantly felt herself responding to the feel of Leona's brushing flesh.

It surprised Leona, too, to find that she was fully enjoying the melding of their flesh. What had begun as a show for Marty suddenly became a needed seduction for her, and she forgot Marty as she warmed to the wild, deliciously depraved sensation.

After a few seconds, rubbing together wasn't enough for Leona, and without hesitation, she lifted herself slightly and dropped between Lola's spread legs. She stared at Lola's fiery cunt hair for a second; then, with a soft whimper, she buried her head between the golden, spread thighs and slipped her hands under Lola's ass. She pulled the redhead up to her and began to drink from the sweet, hot fountain.

Lola's reaction was instantaneous and intense.

Her body rocked up off the bed, and she let out a wild shriek of delight. The sound of it was enough to convince Leona that she wasn't alone in this delicious feeling. A hot flash of desire and pleasure surged through her, and she spun around, then dropped to offer the hot, moist lips of her cunt to Lola's mouth. She wanted the feel of Lola's hot tongue in her pussy, and she didn't have long to wait.

Lola whimpered lustily and closed her eyes as she reached up and cupped her hands around the firm flesh of Leona's ass. She held them for a second, then pulled Leona's hot slit down to her waiting mouth.

Ray loved the feel of her mouth surrounding his cock. He had never met a woman who could use her mouth like that, milking, stripping his thick rod gently, yet with a passionate violence that left him panting for breath.

Little gurgles of delight flooded forth from around his buried prick as he rolled forward onto his knees and began to fuck her delicious mouth with relish, using short, slow strokes at first, then pushing the smooth throbbing head of his cock deeper and deeper, pressing it powerfully against the back of her palate.

The feel of both of them feeding cock to her was indescribably wonderful. Vern screwing her hot cunt royally while Ray's prick probed deeply into her mouth was fantastic. She twisted her hips, bounced her ass and sucked frantically on the meat in her mouth.

The superb thrill of it, the exquisite pleasure that filled her drove her upward toward her peak like a wild bolt of lightning. She climaxed violently, her hot, humping body shuddering as though it would explode.

In response she felt the deeply embedded prick in her cunt spurting forth a surging torrent of burning semen. She hung there, poised on the crest of perfection for a split second; then the room echoed Ray's deep groan of gratification, and she began to swallow the gushing deluge erupting from his lurching knob.

Marty was getting a far better show than he had hoped for. Raw, sensuous flesh flashed wildly in front of his eyes as the two broads worked on each other feverishly, striving wildly to satisfy the raging infernos of desire they had built in each other.

He stepped closer to the bed and grinned as he watched them lapping hungrily at each other. He sensed that they were oblivious to him as they twisted and undulated, locked together in a sweating, slippery mass of shining, aroused flesh.

Lola was arched up off the bed as taut as a bow string. She was nearing her crisis quickly, and Marty watched Leona work even harder as she sensed it.

When they came, they made it together, their unrestrained, moistly muffled moans of delight filling his ears and sending a wild chill up his spine.

At the sound his cock shot into its fully erect state, and he became aware of the fact that it was throbbing almost painfully.

A deep gurgle of need filled his throat as he moved up onto the bed. He reached for Leona and pushed her roughly off Lola; then he stared down at her as he encircled his hard organ lovingly and began to jack himself off slowly.

For a second it was enough to look at her passion-clouded face, a half-frown on it now, due to the frustration of losing Leona's tongue as she floated blissfully down from her crisis. She wanted the feel of that stimulation as she came down, and she opened her eyes to see what had happened to Leona.

She found herself staring at Marty's hard cock, and she knew what she wanted.

"Hurry . . . god . . . fuck me . . . fuck me ... "

She spread her long legs wide apart and shifted her hands to her breasts, taking her own hard nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting them passionately. Marty couldn't deny her. He slipped between her inviting thighs and brushed aside one of her hands, replacing it with his mouth. His lips captured the firm tip. As his tongue began to work on it, he felt her hand slipping down between their bodies, searching for his thick cock, finding it and stroking gently, yet demandingly.

Vern looked down at his drooping cock and grinned broadly.

"Christ, I think we could all use a rest. Look, how about the three of us going over to my place; that way we won't have any interruptions."

Ray laughed huskily and leaned back on his haunches.

"Great idea. I'm sure the others won't miss us, and we can have a swim before we start balling again."

Sheila frowned slightly.

"I don't know if we should; Marty might know ..."

Ray cut her off.

"To hell with him, baby; we're having a ball. If they don't like it, they can come looking for us."

Sheila didn't seem too convinced, but both Ray and Vern knew only too well it would be an excellent way to see to it that their wives were unable to take advantage of more than one man. It served their purposes, and deep down both of them were fully enjoying Sheila in a threesome ball, and they wanted more of the same.

They cut off her protests, sensing that they were only half-hearted in the first place, and helped her dress before they got into their own clothes.

Marty had fed most of his cock into Lola's oozing slit. She moaned wildly and arched herself up to him. She wanted it all, and Marty obliged her, his hips lashing against her viciously. Watching the two of them working on each other had built a fiery lust in Marty, and he fucked her hard, his own satisfaction paramount to him now.

His thoughts were of nothing but the exquisite friction, the soft moans she uttered, the squeezing suction of her hot cunt around his deeply embedded knob.

In a matter of minutes he was pouring what seemed like gallons of thick, hot rich cream into her, and she was taking it eagerly, milking his big prick for all it was worth until little rivulets of shimmering white come oozed out around his lurching shaft and formed a silvery pool on the sheet below.

For them it was exquisite, and they collapsed in exhaustion, still clinging tightly to each other. For Leona it was hell; one could no longer rationalize the situation. As far as they were concerned, she didn't even exist.

Anger and resentment filled her.

"What the hell is it? Am I black or something?"

The question fell on closed ears, and she repeated it, almost in a scream this time.

Marty opened his eyes and looked up at her. He shrugged and opened his mouth to speak, but Lola beat him to it.

"You know the old saying, honey; three's a crowd. Why don't you go on into the other bedroom and send a man back in your place-any man!"

Leona tried to speak but nothing came out. She spun around and left the room.