Chapter 12
THE BASH AT PATTY CLAIBORNE'S HOME BEGAN at nine o'clock and continued all night long.
Nobody really had intended it would last all night, but it became so good and so wild that nobody wanted to leave until dawn split the darkness with its shafts of light.
These people, who had been sinning separately, each in his or her own way for so long, had suddenly discovered they could all sin together and do, within the sight of one another, all that they had ever done in private ... and enjoy it many times as much.
There was no form adopted for the party. Patty and Art had decided it would be best that way. Let everyone do as the spirit moves them, it was agreed.
Booze was the lubrication. Music set the mood.
The revelers danced a little and chatted. Sexy stories were told. They drank. Then finally they began to fall into each other's arms.
Wes Brooks was no problem. He went along as he had before.
Pete Edwards and Amy had had their talk. She had leveled with him and begged for another chance. And now that it was all out in the open, she found she was not as hung up as she had thought she was.
Kay Fraser admired Art Claiborne. She had for a long time. So that was the way she tumbled.
Art's wife, Patty, paired off with Pete.
It was Joan with Herbert, Gloria with Tom, and Amy with Wes.
This was for round one.
Art took Kay into the master bedroom. Amy and Wes took another bedroom. Herbert and Joan got the third.
That left the other two couples in the living room: Gloria with Tom, and Patty with Pete.
They didn't mind performing in each other's presence. In fact, that heightened the fun for all of them.
Tom pulled Gloria down onto the couch while Patty and Pete sank to the floor. They undressed one another as they writhed and caressed, pausing for kisses and deep, intimate feels.
Tom petted Gloria's lovely mounded pussy through the gossamer sheerness of her pants, then he drew those pants away so he could visually admire the beautiful, black-haired snatch. By this time, Patty had Pete's pecker out and was stroking it as they kissed with slowly dueling tongues. He held one of her perfectly formed, tall nippled titties in his hand, then bent and fastened his mouth to the rosy stud. He suctioned gently against her aureole, lashing her nipple with his tongue.
The couples in the bedrooms were disrobing and sinking to the beds.
The first to begin copulating were Art and Kay. He got atop her and ran his thick, heavy cock into her quivering loins. God, what a man he was! She loved how he felt in her cunt, and how he moved.
Shortly afterward, in the "living room, Tom mounted Gloria on the couch. Patty and Pete were a little slower, but not much. She had him lie on his back and she crouched atop him. She slid up and down on his slick pole as Tom poled Gloria's upward arching vagina.
By this time, Herbert and Joan were screwing, lying on their sides, in bed. She had one thick, smooth thigh up over him and he was caressing and compressing her buttocks as they twisted and pumped together.
Amy and Wes were the slowest. But when he began to pet her very firm, cone-like tits and felt them quiver tautly to his touch, he hurried to place her on her back and clambered aboard. He took her with long, steady strokes, happy now that he had come to the party. Amy was happy, too, because she was re-discovering that man-love had something to be said for it which woman-love couldn't quite match: that glorious pronging.
Bedsprings and couch springs sighed, and Tom's buttocks thudded against the carpeted floor, as five couples fornicated at the same time. No house in the community had ever known so much balling within its walls at a given moment.
But this was only the beginning. Everyone wanted seconds, and all agreed that they would change partners for the next round.
Temporarily satiated lovers drifted out of the bedrooms in the nude. There was no need to hide anything from anyone. They all congregated in the living room because that was where the booze was, and the music.
Several fell into kind of an untidy heap in the center of the rug. There was Art latching onto Joan's big, melon-like titties because he liked big titties. But Pete liked big tits, also, so he sucked one of Joan's while Art sucked the other.
Joan thought it was a marvelous sensation to lie on her back and have two men bending over her at the same time, each mouthing one of her nipples. After awhile she felt fingers sliding up and down in her furrow, and she opened her eyes to see Herbert investigating that part of her. But then he went on to Patty, and Art slid down Joan's heaving, voluptuous body until he arrived at her loins. At first he tongued her cunt very lightly, but the excitement got to him and he hunkered down to it, clamping hold with his lips and vigorously lapping in and out. She moaned and bobbed her pussy against his face.
Gloria noticed that Art's dong was getting hard and, since it was one of the biggest and most beautiful dongs she had ever seen, she guided him onto his side as he continued to make oral love to Joannie. Gloria then proceeded to make oral love to him, wrapping her red mouth around his pecker and bobbing her head.
Patty was doing the same thing for Herbert while he fondled her jouncy jugs.
Patty had her lovely butt up in the air, sort of waggling it, and after watching this for a while Wes was ready for action again. He crawled up behind her and fitted his thick stick into her weaving, blonde-haired cunt.
Amy knelt astride Tom's lap on the couch while Pete took Kay dog-fashion on the floor in front of it. Tom could watch the whole thing by craning his neck a little, while enjoying the lubricated slidings of Amy-up and down, round and round, up and down.
Later Gloria accommodated Pete with her mouth while the indefatigable Wesley took her from the rear. He had found that lie enjoyed that way very much.
Finally, the girls did their thing in the center of the room while the men watched. Patty, Gloria and Amy began it, writhing about and continually changing positions-mouth to cunt, cunt to cunt, tits to mouth. Kay, watching it, found she was getting hot and she joined them. Joanie was curious, if nothing else, and finally Patty talked her into going down-down to the floor and down to Patty's sweet loins as Patty went to hers.
The men were fascinated. Even Pete, who had regarded the suspected session between his wife and Patty with such disdain before. Now that everyone was doing it, it seemed different somehow. But wasn't that the way things always were?
Lassitude finally washed over the party, like the rising tide inundating a beach, and people slept. But not everyone, and not all the time. As one stirred, he or she would awaken another, and they would begin slowly to screw or to suck or just to fondle and explore each other's bodies until ambition bade them do more.
By the early light of morning, they got dressed and drifted home. But the homes that the married couples returned to were not quite the same as the homes they had left on the evening before.
And they would never be the same again.
Take Gloria and Herbert.
She, the woman whom he once had idolized, was not enough for him now-even though she responded fully to his passion.
So he began to invite home single girls from the office.
Daisy was the first. He and Gloria had a ball. And, of course, Daisy was willing to do most anything.
They began with Gloria lying over the edge of the bed and Daisy eating her while Herbert moved up to Daisy's rear. Then Daisy lay on the bed while Herbert crouched over her face and Gloria bent to her loins. Daisy sucked off Herbie while Gloria licked and feasted at Daisy's flowing cunt.
It was lots of fun for everybody, and fun was all any of them cared for.
Occasionally Gloria still entertained an itinerant salesman or a deliveryman during the day, and she told
Herbert about it when he got home at night.
And, of course, the neighborhood parties continued, but they were growing stale. After all, it was the same group of people every time, and it had gotten so they all knew one another inside and out. There were no surprises, no new kicks.
Herbert used to be cowed; now he was simply bored. Gloria didn't hate herself any more, but she didn't like herself, either.
As for Amy and Pete Edwards, they had a fine understanding, all out in the open: He wouldn't interfere with her occasional dates with women if she didn't complain about his evenings out ... also with women, she presumed.
They made love together, and it was all right. They also went to the neighborhood parties.
Would they have children? Pete didn't think so. Why louse up a good thing? Amy more or less agreed with him.
Impotence didn't trouble Pete again. He was virile as a bull all the time.
Amy came to accept herself as an AC-DC female, like Patty. It was kicks. It was, she told herself, the epitome of sophistication and sound adjustment to life. After all, a woman sometimes needed a degree of understanding and quality of affection that a man couldn't give her, while at other times nothing would do but a good, stiff cock.
So she swung both ways and Pete never objected.
The Claibornes kept on pretty much as they were before, though their wayward drift, which had begun before the neighborhood swinging had started, speeded up.
They began to wonder if they shouldn't call it quits. Each had given the other just about all the kicks that they could give.
Still, they remained together. It was more a matter of habit than anything else. They fought quite a bit. And Patty took to heavy drinking.
Cheers!
Kay and Tom Fraser split up.
Tom had enjoyed the swapping a very great deal, and Kay had come to see it as an exercise in futility. It was intended to enhance excitement but, to her, it defeated its own purpose. When a person had tried everything with everyone, while the rest of the crowd looked on, what else was there to do?
Anyway, she had viewed it at the beginning as an experiment, and as far as she was concerned it was an experiment that had failed.
She convinced herself, in the process, that Tom didn't love her and probably never had. So why should she remain with him? Life was too short.
Only to Joan and Wesley Brooks did the period of frantic swapping have a lasting, beneficial effect.
They realized they'd had enough of it one evening and walked out right in the middle of the festivities, while Patty and Amy were entertaining the crowd with a sizzling 69 in the middle of the living room rug. Neither Joan nor Wes had yet disrobed. When he caught the pleading look which she directed his way, he nodded and stood up. He ushered her from the room, and no one seemed to notice that they left.
They went directly home.
Their children were with her mother for the night, which was the usual arrangement on party occasions, so they had the house to themselves.
Wes poured them each a drink and they sat down in the living room to talk things over.
The swapping experience had changed them both. Joan was able to view objectively her desire for sexual variety, which had led them into the swapping game in the first place, and she could talk about it without assuming an automatic defensive pose. Wes, on the other hand, had been shaken out of his puritanical stolidity. He had developed a taste for the more exotic forms of sex, but his love for Joan remained unshaken. It was, in fact, stronger than ever, since he had been able to compare her intimately with all the other women on the block.
"So ... what are we going to do, honey?" he asked. "Have we had it, or are we going to go back for more some night?"
"I've had it," Joan said simply. "I needed to screw around. Well, I've had my fill. We have children to bring up, after all. When they get older, we're not going to be able to keep all this from them, as we have up to now."
"You're right about that. But the question is-do we still want to live this way? If we do, the children aren't the first consideration. It will be up to them to accept us as we are."
(Was this old strait-laced Wes talking?)
"I don't want to live this way any more," Joan stated positively. "I've got it out of my system."
"No more leching for Tom or Pete or Art?" Wesley asked.
"Absolutely not."
"How about the girlie sex? Take that 69 Amy and Pat were doing-did you have a hankering to get down there with them?"
"No, Wes. Oh, m admit I like oral sex." She smiled. "But I like your brand better than Patty's or Amy's. You want to know why?"
"Yes. I'd like to."
"Because you can finish it off with a good, big whang. Those girls can't. They just aren't built to give me the ultimate satisfaction I need."
"It's good to hear you say that," Wes remarked. "I was a little afraid, for a while there, that you were sliding over the line."
"Of course not. It was just that oral lovemaking was so new to me. You'd never given me any of that before. Remember?"
"Yes," he said and added, "to my shame. I guess I never understood how to care for a warm-blooded woman like you."
"The fault was partly mine," she replied gently. "I had never sucked you off, either."
"What do you say we do that right now?" Wes suggested with a grin. "That is, if you feel up to it."
"If you start feeling me up, I'll feel up to it," she assured him, returning his smile.
They stood and headed, arm-in-arm, for the bedroom.
Joan let him undress her slowly, first drawing her dress up over her head, then unhooking her strapless bra. He petted her lush, bulging titties to his heart's content, then bent forward and lifted one of the crests to his thirsty lips. He wrapped his warm, wet mouth around that tingling nubbin, drew it deep, and sucked, moaning pleasurably in his throat.
Joan's hand went to the front of his trousers and set his penis free. She stroked it idly as he sucked her breasts, going from one to the other and back again. Her nipples were very firm and moist when he left them, and his cock was standing rigidly at attention, the plump rosy head gleaming dully.
He had Joan lie down on the bed, and he spent lots of time ungartering her hose, then sliding her stockings down. He kissed the length of each leg, down and up and down the other side.
Now he rolled her onto her tummy, took her garter belt away, and drew her black panties down from her rounded, quivering ass.
He held that ass between his hands and wiggled it as he kissed it all over.
After that, he removed her panties completely and backed off the bed to disrobe himself.
Joan turned onto her back and watched him with parted thighs, her knees propped up slightly. This afforded him a luscious view.
He could hardly wait to become naked so that he could get down there between her legs and root in the folds of soft moist flesh which comprised her pussy. He rooted well. He kissed her with a deep-plunging tongue, alternating the thrusts with a general licking up and down her split, all over the lips and onto her erectly throbbing little clitoris.
He took that cute tip in his mouth and rolled it between his lips as he sucked gently. Joan was delighted and thrilled. No woman could do this better and, with Wes, she had something more in store.
Finally, when she felt he had kissed her as much as she could possibly stand, she had him lie over, onto his back, and she bent above him, starting to kiss him at the forehead and working her way down. All the while, her silken dark hair trailed against his fevered flesh.
She poked her fluttery tongue-tip in between his lips, coaxed his tongue out, and sucked on it. She kissed each of his closed eyelids. She planted a kiss on the end of his nose.
She worked her way to his shoulders and nibbled along them and on his upper arms. She jumped to his hairy chest, found a small masculine nipple and suctioned at it. She switched to the other one and sucked there.
His hands moved lightly over her all this time, caressing those portions of her body which he could reach as she twisted and turned. He pulled on her lush-hanging tits, gently pinching the nipples.
Her mouth slid to his belly and she kissed all over it, not neglecting his belly button which she invaded with the tip of her tongue.
She moved further and finally was in his thick bush, at the base of his bristling staff. She pulled at his hairs with her teeth, then kissed down onto his nuts, holding the now-tense sac in her hand and raising it slightly so she could lick it all over.
She traveled from there to the base of his prick and licked that prick up one side and down the other. Finally she fastened her mouth to its very tip and shoved the foreskin all the way back with her lips, taking the knob of his pecker into her mouth. She sucked lingeringly, sliding her lips and bobbing her head slightly.
It was heavenly for Wes. Almost too good.
But Joannie knew when to stop. She lifted her head at precisely the right moment and it was glowing. Her eyes shone with tender warmth.
She moved atop him, and his marvelously stimulated cock slid up into her pussy-that glorious passage of velvet which was lubricated just enough and was just snug enough in its fit around him.
She began to move it, slowly at first, then faster ... rotating, bobbing, rotating some more.
Wes played with her hobbling titties and drove his cock up into her in perfect rhythm. They mounted toward orgasm together.
When the finish struck them, it was marvelously good, shaking them both to. the very foundations of their being and draining every drop of desire from them.
Joan dismounted and lay beside her husband. It was then that she said:
"I think we'd better move, darling."
"Oh?"
"Yes. We'll never be able to enjoy a normal life with the people in this neighborhood. In fact, the neighborhood has gone to hell altogether, if you ask me."
"I suppose it has."
"We can get a good price for the house, can't we."
"Of course."
"And we can find another location just as good, where the children will be just as happy."
"Certainly, we can."
"Why don't we start looking right away."
"I think that would be a fine idea."
They got up and strolled naked through the house to refill their glasses in the living room.
"I wonder what's happening at the party now?" Joan asked idly.
"Why? Are you wishing you were there?" Wesley chuckled.
"Of course not. But I just wonder how far along they've gotten by now."
"Oh, everybody's probably screwing everybody right in the middle of the floor. Front and back. Top and bottom. You know."
"How well I know," she said, her lips kissing the Old Fashioned glass.
If there was something wistful in her tone, it didn't signify a desire to get back with the crowd again. It was just that she had derived a good deal of pleasure from them. She had also learned a great deal.
So had Wes. Thanks to the swap parties, he had gotten to be quite a lover.
She glanced at him fondly.
It wasn't long before they had finished their drinks, and each felt in the mood for a little more fun. There was no reason why a happily married couple couldn't have their own private orgy, was there? Right in their own living room?
They sank to the rug, nude together, and Joannie's expert fondling brought Wesley's rod up.
"Do me doggy style," she requested and turned, presenting her beautiful bottom to him.
This was a way that Wesley particularly enjoyed, so he eagerly moved up behind her and ran his rigid joystick between the tops of her thighs and into her warm, wet socket. As he pumped, Joannie moved her hips forward and back, then circled them
It was thoroughly delightful and they made it last.
Wes dug his hands underneath her and played with her large, cushy tits. He kept one hand there and slid the other down her silken flesh until it encountered her furry mound. His fingertips entered her division and he felt his firm rod moving in and out.
He teased her clitoris as he moved faster and faster.
Yes, an orgy at home suited Joan and Wesley just fine, and they needed no one else to help them enjoy it. Their marriage was stronger, as a result. So in their case, at least, out of sin had come salvation. And they couldn't have been happier about the whole thing.