Chapter 11
The acrid sensual smell of spent semen and lust-induced perspiration filled the bedroom, and when Leona opened the door and stepped inside, it filled her nostrils and brought a small shiver of awareness through her.
Finding the room empty surprised her a little, and she paused as she let some of the anger seep out of her. She moved across to the connecting bathroom and looked inside, and finding it empty, too, she moved back into the hallway and checked the rest of the house. When she had finished, she returned to the room Lola and Marty were sharing.
"I can't find the others."
Marty and Lola were very much enraptured by their mutual caressing, and they paid no attention to her. Leona's anger was growing by the second, and she damn near brought the walls down as she shouted.
"For Christ sake, take a breather, will you?"
Marty rolled over onto his side to face her and frowned as he pulled his hand from the wet folds of Lola's oozing crotch.
"So what the hell's the panic? They're all over twenty-one. They can look after themselves."
Lola slowly drifted down off her cloud and turned to face Leona.
"What's wrong?"
Marty shook his head slowly and answered for her.
"Ray and Vern have fucked off someplace with Sheila."
Lola sat up slightly and shook her head slowly, clearing away some of the passion-induced fuzz filling it.
"Where did they go?"
Leona snapped impatiently. "That's what I'd like to know."
Marty was more than a little perturbed at having Leona come back into the room; he really had Lola going, and had been just about ready to slip it to her. It was obvious to him that Leona's great discovery was turning Lola off faster than a cold shower, and he wasn't about to sit back and let it happen.
He looked over at Leona.
"Look, baby, we don't need them; if you want them, go and find them. They won't be far away."
Lola wasn't about to dismiss it that quickly. She couldn't quite figure out why, but Ray's absence bothered her. He hadn't been himself all evening, and she would have felt a hell of a lot better if she knew where he was.
Marty could see that it was still bothering her, and started getting pissed off. He sat up on the edge of the bed and snapped at Leona.
"Like the lady said earlier, three's a crowd. Now fuck off."
Leona had nothing to stay for, and her determination to find Vern was stronger now than before. She left the room without another word, and the second she turned around to go Marty reached for Lola.
She backed off from him a little.
"Maybe something happened; perhaps we should go with her."
Marty cursed softly and grasped her firmly by the shoulders, pushing her back down onto the bed.
"Nothing happened; they're just using another location, that's all. Let's get back to where we left off."
He threw himself over her, settling onto his knees and resting his eyes on her parted, pink slit.
"Relax, baby, they'll turn up. What you need is a good fuck, and I'm just the boy to give it to you."
Confusion reigned supreme in Lola's mind. Nothing seemed to make sense to her any more. She and Marty had worked each other up for another bout before Leona's arrival back in the bedroom, and she was as hot for loving as he was. She pushed aside all other thoughts and let her body relax.
Marty grinned and reached for his huge unsheathed prick.
He fitted the thick, bulbous head between her flowing, glistening cuntlips, then hammered his hips forward, pistoning the hot meat into her. Lola whimpered with need and arched her back eagerly, welcoming his initial thrust, eager to take every inch he had to offer.
She wound her arms around him tightly and slipped her hands over his shoulders, then moved them down to cup the muscular cheeks of his pistoning buttocks as he began to ram his big dork into her. Her body convulsed frantically at the wondrous feel of that big tool, and she gave forth a shrill series of wild whimpers of passionate need as she felt the heavy weight of his swaying sac slap against the moist crack of her ass.
Marty needed it badly, and he had been half-expecting her to fight him. She was just the opposite, and he groaned with pleasure as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her, filling her with every vicious thrust.
Lola forgot Ray now; she forgot everything as she thrilled to the ecstasy of his every hammering plunge.
Leona froze in her tracks. A wave of relief spread over her slowly as the sound of giggling and masculine laughter filled her ears. Without rounding the corner of the building, she knew they were in the pool.
Suddenly now that she had found them, she wasn't ready to face them. She didn't even know why she was there. She had been spurned by Marty and Lola; that had started her. But what was she going to say to Vern? What did she expect of him?
The idea of walking in on them and telling Vern she was mad because of what Marty and Lola had done to her seemed absolutely ridiculous. She felt like a kid who wasn't allowed to play a game with the other kids, so she had come running home to mommy.
It was a ticklish situation to say the least. She couldn't speak with conviction about it, because she didn't even understand it herself. She felt lost and very much alone.
She made no move to walk out onto the patio area. Instead, she backed up and moved through the living room across to the bar. She tried desperately to think, to rationalize as she poured herself out a good portion of straight Scotch.
Vern climbed out of the pool just as Ray lifted his lips from Sheila's hot pussy and shifted forward on his knees between her spread thighs. Vern grinned as he moved over beside them and watched Ray grasp his throbbing wang in his right hand and press the thick knob inside her hot slit. Then he circled it with his hand, watching an expression of unrepressed lust form on Sheila's face as he worked it around and around slowly.
Marty was good, and he had Lola completely transformed into his love slave within a matter of minutes. He fucked her slowly, making her hot, eager body beg for the feel of each deep plunge, and Lola lost herself to the wondrous feel of it.
Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow as she closed her eyes tightly and filled the room with the soft moans of her need. She wanted him hard; she wanted it to hurt. She wanted to forget everything but the feel of that big, juicy, hot hunk of throbbing meat.
"Harder . . . for god's sake, harder . . . and faster . . . yes . . . oh, yes ..."
She dug her nails into the clenched flesh of his ass as the first wild shudder of ecstasy ripped through her. Marty felt her hit the top; and he gave her what she wanted-hot wads of come. The first gush doubled Lola's pleasure, and her body reacted instantly. Marty let out a deep groan of delight as he felt her tight little cunt grip his knob; then he pumped his balls empty of the rich, hot sperm, filling her milking pussy with it.
Ray was past the point of having to satisfy his lust quickly. He was really enjoying Sheila's body now, without the emotional strain of wondering where it would lead him.
This would be his last chance at her, and he was going to fully reap all the blissful pleasure that she had to offer. He wanted her every way possible, and he wanted it to last and be good for both of them.
He fucked her hot, tight cunt for a long time, watching her face as he thrust his big prick in and out of her, gauging the height of her passion, seeing to it that she was always aroused and yet never too close to blowing her wad.
After a long time he felt himself becoming aware of his own need, and he knew he wanted more than her delicious pussy. He wanted to ream her hot ass and spill his pumping come deep into her clutching bowels.
He pulled his cock back out of her, and Sheila groaned in frustration and arched herself up to him.
"Don't quit now . . . Christ. . . fuck me . . . fuck me ... "
Ray grinned down at her, and Vern moved in close as Ray reached down and lifted her legs, placing one on each of his shoulders.
"Don't worry, baby, I wouldn't quit now; I just want your ass."
He grasped his cock and moved it forward as he parted the cheeks of her firm, dimpled buttocks with his free hand.
A wild rage of frustrated desire lashed through Sheila as she felt the big knob of his throbbing meat pushing against the puckered entrance to her anus. He sensed her eagerness for it and teased her for a second, letting the massive head pulse rhythmically against the little brown hole, and it drove Sheila mad.
She let out a shrill cry of determination and threw herself up to him, and Ray grinned as he shoved his hips forward. The throbbing knob of his cock slid through the tight opening and surged into her deliciously tight chasm.
Lola was conscious of movement on the bed; then she felt Marty's hands on her, stroking her hot flesh. She came down from the wonderful cloud of bliss and caught the last of his words.
"... blow it baby . . . blow it... "
With the consciousness that his movements brought came the nagging worry about what was wrong with Ray. She didn't want to face it. . . she couldn't . . .
Instead, she moved up onto her knees in front of him and moved forward, opening her mouth to draw his big cock inside.
Marty let out a throaty moan of pleasure and grinned.
"That's it, baby . . . suck the fucking come right out of me . . . love it, baby . . . love it ... "
Ray loved the feel of her ass. It was so bloody tight, yet it had been used to taking a cock before, and there was no problem feeding the entire length of his throbbing wang into her. He felt as though he were going to see his knob pop out of her mouth at any moment.
He was in bliss, the pleasure of it welling up in him, sweeping down out of his heavily laden balls to spread like wildfire through his system.
He gently cupped the cheeks of Sheila's hot, firm ass as he slowly stroked his cock in and out of the sweet valley between her hillocks. Sheila was living his pleasure with him, completely aware of just how good it felt for both of them. She kept her hips in motion, matching each stroke, adding to their pleasure, and her uninhibited cries of abandon and joy attested to how good it was for her.
Leona was slowly getting things into their proper perspective, not that she had anything outlined clearly in her mind, but at least she felt a little more confident of what was happening to her now. She didn't have a clue how she was going to go about straightening it out, but at least she did want it straightened out, and that was a start. - She emptied her glass and returned to the bar for a refill. The booze helped to take away some of the emotional aches, and she was in need of all the help she could get at the moment. She refreshed the glass with as good a portion as the first; then she moved back across the room and dropped down onto the couch.
Ray would have liked to make the ass-fuck last a long time, but it was too good for him. He had to let himself go, give himself to her and let her hot, clutching flesh suck his hot meat up to the balls. She seemed to sense he was ready to blow, and he quivered ecstatically as he felt her lash over the top, her body convulsing wildly with her first shooting surge of release.
As she went, her little ass went wild, the hot flesh clutching and releasing his cock frantically.
It was enough to finish Ray. He went with her, his jerking prick delivering a deluge of thick, creamy rich come. It gushed forth in powerful spurting wads, splattering against the tight walls of her anal passage.
Marty had no way of knowing why Lola was suddenly giving the blow job everything she had. He didn't take the trouble to make himself aware of her inner conflict, because he just didn't give a damn.
What he did give a damn about was the way she was mouthing his big tool. He was no longer the aggressor; it was Lola who was running the action.
She started by stripping the thick, massive prick gently in and out of her mouth, blowing and sucking on it tantalizingly; then she brought her teeth into play none too gently, nibbling at the length of his powerful, throbbing cock.
Marty groaned huskily and leaned back from her, taking his cock from her mouth.
"The balls, baby . . . suck on the balls ..."
He closed his eyes and reached for his cock, stroking it slowly as Lola did as she was asked, claiming his hot sac with her mouth. She sucked one tender sphere inside, then the other, teasing and polishing them with her tongue.
Marty let her work on his nuts for a long time; then his hand wasn't enough on his prick. He pushed her head away and offered her the length of his cock again.
Lola whimpered softly and closed her eyes as she sucked the big, vermilion knob into her mouth and began to work on it. She polished the massive head with her tongue, lolling it, sucking it, nipping lustily at the throbbing meat.
Ray was completely drained by the time he had regained enough strength to pull his lax cock back out of Sheila's ass and drop down onto the warm grass beside her.
A broad smile of satisfaction covered his face as he looked up at Vern.
"Christ . . . it's almost enough to make you wonder if what we've got planned is the right thing."
Even as Ray mouthed the words, Vern knew he didn't mean them; yet he shared with Ray the blissfully free conscience about what they were doing, both knowing full well that this was the last of the swapping for them and both knowing that they might as well make it good.
He returned Ray's grin and looked over at Sheila, who was completely mystified by their conversation. Somehow having her not part of their confidence just served to make it all the better, and Vern felt his already stiff cock harden even more.
"Sheila, baby, you're about to be fucked like you were never fucked before."
That was something Sheila did understand. She smiled and spread her thighs invitingly.
"Climb into the saddle, lover."
Ray chuckled and stood up.
"Take your time; I'll fix us some drinks while you're at it."
Vern nodded and dropped down between Sheila's spread thighs. He aimed the pulsating knob of his big tool at the clutching warmth of her cunt; then he reached up to fill his palms with the firm flesh of her big breasts. He fondled and caressed them as he began to feed his thick, aching prick into her honey-filled pussy.
Lola was taking as much as she could of Marty's big prick, thrilling to the feel of the big knob throbbing against the back of her throat at the end of each stroke. Her hands were busy lifting and caressing the dangling spheres of his blissfully aching balls.
She wanted nothing but the feel of his hot seed in her mouth now, and she began to move her head back and forth, letting the big wang slip almost completely out of her mouth before frantically sucking it back inside as deep as she could get it.
Marty had never felt anything quite like it. She was a wild, demanding animal. She was using him. His prick, his nuts didn't belong to him; her need had commandeered them, and what she was doing for him was so good that he let her take him gladly.
He knew she had to have his load, and the knowledge was too much to ignore.
His muscular body tensed, and he gurgled uncontrollably as a molten gush of come spurted free of his nuts and ripped through his quivering cock, to be sucked back eagerly by the hot, clutching depths of Lola's mouth and on down her throat.
It was like a long train, one long, hot stream . . . . . . then another . . . . . . and another . . . . . . and another . . . . . . wad after hot, creamy wad . . . . . . Lola swallowed frantically . . . . . . again and again.
She drained him completely; then, finally, after he had nothing more to give, she released his limp cock and fell back onto the bed.
Ray was lost in his thoughts and didn't even notice Leona sitting on the couch on the other side of the room as he entered and crossed over to the bar.
He helped himself to three glasses and used the bottle Leona had just opened to pour out three good stiff drinks.
Leona felt uncomfortable at his entry into the room. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts, yet she sensed that simply sitting and waiting would accomplish nothing.
Her first reaction to seeing Ray had been to get up and slip out of the room, but the chances of her making it without him noticing were damned near nil; besides, she had to face it eventually.
Ray finished pouring the drinks and turned, looking for a tray to carry them out on. It was then that he spotted Leona. He grinned over at her and leaned back against the bar.
"Where the hell did you come from?"
Leona was silent for a second, wondering exactly what she should say. Finally she shrugged and smiled.
"I was here when you came in."
Ray's smile broadened.
"Well, don't just sit there-c'mon and join the party. We've really got things ..."
His sentence died in his throat there as he remembered his pact with Vern. He had put his foot in it, and he flushed as he tried to get it out.
"... we were just going to have a drink. You want one?"
Leona looked down at her near-empty glass and nodded.
"Yes, I could use one."
Ray moved across to her and took the glass out of her hand, then moved back over to the bar to refill it. When he turned around, he saw the tears forming in Leona's eyes despite her attempt to brush them aside.
He stopped, holding out her drink to her.
"What's wrong?"
There was genuine concern in his voice. If there hadn't been, Leona might have been able to pull herself back together; as it was, the flood of tears really got underway.
"Oh, god . . . god . . . what's wrong? ... if only I knew."
Ray would have given his right arm to be anywhere in the world but here, but there was no getting out of it now. He set her drink down on the coffee table in front of her, and stood staring foolishly down at her.
Leona looked up at him after a few seconds and shook her head slowly. She reached out and took the glass, then tipped it up, draining half of it at once.
Ray sensed she was in bad shape, and he tried to think of some way to snap her out of it.
"Look, it can't be all that bad. I'll go get Vern, and you can iron it out."
He turned and left her, thankful to have it off his hands.
He found Vern and Sheila in much the same position they had been in when they'd left them. Vern was fucking her with long, slow strokes, and Sheila was happily rotating her hips in perfect rhythm with each long thrust of his wang.
Ray moved up beside them, dropping down onto his knees beside them.
"Vern, I think you'd better go inside. Leona is pretty worked up."
Vern looked at him, staring across with a vacant, lust-filled look.
"Fuck off, will you, Ray? Christ, you just had her; I'll be finished in a few minutes."
Ray reached out and put his hand on Vern's shoulder.
"Listen to me, will you?"
Sheila reached up and pushed his hand away.
"You heard the man-fuck off!"
Ray shook his head slowly and stood up. He stood there feeling useless for a few seconds as he watched Vern release the big, firm tit he had in his hand and move his mouth to it, capturing the big, swollen nipple between his lips and letting his tongue brush back and forth over it gently.
Sheila groaned hoarsely as Vern brought his teeth into play, nipping at it as he fucked her furiously below with slow, powerful strokes of his thick, throbbing prick, and Ray knew it was useless to try to break it up at this point.
Lola opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then moved her gaze across the room to where Marty was lighting up a cigarette. He offered her one, and she shook her head, then returned her eyes to the ceiling.
The idiocy of the whole thing suddenly dawned on her. Here she was, alone with Marty, trying to lose herself emotionally in his body ... or more pointedly, his cock. She didn't want him; she didn't even particularly like him as a man, yet she was here, and Ray was god only knew where.
She thought back to what he had said about the swapping, about where it could lead them, and now she could see what he had been getting at, and she wished to hell that she had been able to see it then.
She rolled off the bed and walked slowly across the room, picking up her clothing as she moved.
Marty sensed that her mood had changed, and he was a little uneasy about it. He wanted more loving from her, and deep down inside, he realized that if he let her walk out of the room, it was over.
He had no idea what was eating her, but he was certain that he could snap her out of it if he fed her a little cock. He reached out for her, catching her arm as she went by.
She looked up at him and shook her head slowly.
"You've had your last kick from me, Marty; go find somebody else."
Ray moved back into the house. He found Leona still sitting on the couch, and he searched for the right words.
"Uh . . . Vern will be in in a sec . . . can I fix you another drink?" Leona's face paled. She lifted her glass to her mouth and drained it; then she set it down on the coffee table and stood up. She looked at Ray briefly.
"Thanks for trying."
Before Ray could say anything else, she turned and walked down the hallway. He heard the bathroom door close behind her, and shook his head slowly; then he moved over to the bar and picked up one of the glasses he had filled earlier. He drained it, then lifted the second one and carried it across the room to the open sliding glass doors.
Vern and Sheila were still going strong. He could hear the slap-slap of Vern's big balls as they met Sheila's raised buttocks with each deep plunge of his cock into her cunt. Their soft, passionate moans drifted across to him lazily as he watched them.
Vern was on cloud nine. He hammered his big cock in and out of her viciously. Sheila was in high gear, giving him everything she knew how to give, her ass humping rhythmically, her tight, eager cunt clutching, milking his big, throbbing prick.
Ray knew Leona was in bad shape, and needed some kind of support immediately. He had never seen her so depressed, so devoid of all feeling.
He stood watching Vern and Sheila for a few more seconds; then he cursed them softly and set his glass down.
He moved down the thickly carpeted hallway to the bathroom and knocked. He got no answer, so he tried the door. It wasn't locked. He pushed it open and stepped inside.
It was obvious what she had done. There were three empty prescription bottles on the floor, and she was sitting on the John, her eyes already beginning to glaze.
Ray sobered up instantly. He moved for her, pulling her to her feet; then he helped her outside and into the living room. He paused there, dropping her down onto the couch; then he moved quickly, getting into his clothes.
Lola dressed quickly after a short shower. She had a good idea where to find Ray, and when she walked into Vern and Leona's living room, she knew her guess had been right.
She opened her mouth to speak, but Ray cut her off.
"Not now, honey; Leona's taken some bloody pills. Help me get her into the car."
Sheila made it over the top blissfully, shrieking little cries of delight. Her body shuddered wildly, and it was enough to give Vern the push he needed. His thick knob jerked deeply within the confines of her hot slit as the first gushing flow of thick, creamy come spurted forth. Again and again the molten streams spurted into her as Vern pressed tightly against her, grunting his gratification and emptying his heavily laden balls.