Chapter 8
Nancy tried her best to hold out until Bob came home.
But after two years of steady screwing, she found she couldn't get along without it, considering the fact that it was as close as a telephone call to Laura.
She made the call.
Laura's attitude was deliberately aloof, though inside she experienced a surge of pleasure.
"Well, hello, Nancy," she said, as if greeting a casual acquaintance. "We haven't had a talk for quite a while."
Nancy tried to be casual too, but she didn't succeed so well. "It's been about a week. Laura ... I was wondering...."
"Yes, darling?" (The "darling" was delivered in a tone which gave it no greater meaning than "ma'am" would have had.)
Nancy swallowed hard. She tried to be blithe, but the tension in her voice betrayed her. "Well ... are you having any fun?"
"Lots."
There was an awkward silence. "Bob isn't home yet and...."
"I know."
"I was wondering ... well, maybe we ought to get together."
"I'm all for that," Laura said, letting her voice warm up a little.
"When?" Nancy blurted.
The other woman laughed melodiously. Nancy could have killed her at that moment.
Now Laura assumed a confidential and even sympathetic tone. "Would you like to go to a party tonight?"
"Yes," Nancy said so softly it could scarcely be heard.
"All right, Dave and I will pick you up about eight. It happens that the bash is on the other side of town, so we'll be going your way."
(The truth was that no bash was set for that night, but Laura knew she would have no trouble getting Rex and his wife to host one. They were always ready to swing ... especially his wife, Tracy. As strong a swinger as Rex was, she had him beat-hands down.)
"This is a ... club party?" Nancy asked.
"That's right."
"And I can come ... alone?"
"Oh, sure. We'll find a way to work things out, don't worry."
"Laura, this still doesn't mean Bob and I are going to join."
"Let's not worry about that right now, shall we?"
"But I want it understood."
"Anything you say, Nancy. See how sweet I am today?"
"Yes, you're very sweet, Laura. Thank you."
"See you tonight," Laura said gaily, and hung up.
Nancy felt ashamed. It was almost as if she were a drug addict begging for a fix. She carried the analogy a little further, thinking of the erect male penis as a hypodermic.
Oh, God! She was low and evil. How could she have sunk to such a state?
That evening, as the time approached for Laura and Dave to pick her up, the sense of shame had largely left her. She was filled with wild excitement now. It bubbled through her veins. She absolutely refused to think about Bob or that this evening's date was likely to place her more deeply in Laura's clutches.
She had to have sex, damn it!
Her own hand wouldn't suffice for even one more night. If she didn't get a man's cock where it belonged, she would go out of her mind.
How did an old maid manage? she wondered.
Well, of course, not all women were the same. Also, if Nancy hadn't been accustomed to getting it from Bob just about every night for two years, she could have withstood the craving too. In fact, she wouldn't have had the kind of craving she had now. Sex got to be a habit, like smoking or booze or anything else.
She wondered, as she got dressed, what her lover of that evening would be like.
Would it be Dave? Laura had remarked that Dave wanted her. She hoped it wouldn't be he. The truth was, she didn't care for Dave very much. Also, he was too close to Bob.
But it was silly to worry about that, wasn't it, after the way she had screwed around with Laura.
She was beginning to think like Laura, she realized with a shock. Sex was no longer "making love." Now it was "screwing" or "screwing around." She recalled with a touch of chagrin that she had said that word to Harv, but of course it had been in the heat of passion. In the past she had been moved once or twice to use the word when she was in bed with Bob, but she hadn't done so because she was afraid he would be shocked.
Oh, well ... what did words really matter? Sexual intercourse and screwing were one and the same thing. If the former term was acceptable in polite society and even in newspapers and on TV, why couldn't the latter term be used? She supposed it wouldn't be too long before actors and actresses were even saying "fuck" on television, and nobody would think anything about it. It was really only a matter of style or taste, and some famous man had once said that in matters of taste there was no basis for argument. In other words, it was a question of arbitrary preference.
My, wasn't she getting philosophical all of a sudden!
Laura and Dave were in a festive mood when they picked her up.
Because she thought it was the thing to do, Nancy suggested that they all have a drink before they left her place. The Wallaces, of course, accepted the offer.
The three of them sat in the living room and chatted as they sipped. Nancy noted that Dave was looking at her very warmly, and right from the beginning his manner of speech was suggestive. He had never talked to her that way before, but on those occasions Bob had been present. Also, Laura had no doubt told her husband about the times she and Nancy had been together.
Dave had selected a chair opposite hers. Nancy was wearing a snug-fitting cocktail dress that had a short skirt-not quite mini, but almost. Now she tugged at it as Dave's gaze warmly burrowed up her thighs. She wondered how much he could see: Stocking tops? Garters? Bare flesh? Surely not the crotch of her panties....
"Well, Nan," he said, calling her by a name she didn't like (but, of course, he didn't know this), "what do you hear from Bob? Is he having a ball over there with the crauts?"
"He says not," she returned with a smile. "He claims he's working hard."
"Yeah. Hard." His tone gave it a special meaning, and he laughed. As if afraid that he hadn't made his point, he added, "I'll bet he's hard at work every night! Man, some of those German girls are something else. Take Elke Sommer, for instance."
"And wouldn't you like to," his wife responded with a wise smile.
"Damned right!"
Nancy colored a little. She still hadn't overcome that habit, and it annoyed her.
"I tried my best to get the company to include me on that European jaunt," Dave said, and added with a straight face, "but they said they couldn't get along without me here."
"Horseshit," Laura told him. "You just don't rate like Bob."
Nancy knew that wasn't so. Dave occupied a more important position than her husband. It was just that the German project happened to involve one of Bob's specialties, and that was why he had been included in the team that went abroad.
"I have to admit Bob's well thought of in the company," Dave said, taking a sip of his drink. His eyes glowed as he lowered the glass. "And not just by the brass, either. The other night I was dating one of the girls in the stenographic pool, and she told me she gets itchy between the legs every time Bob walks by."
Nancy colored more and forced a smile as she looked down.
"Dave, you're embarrassing her," Laura warned. But she, of course, was perfectly willing for him to go on. This line of talk, they both believed, would help bring Nancy-and, through her, Bob-around to their way of looking at life and sex.
"No reason to be embarrassed," Dave said. "A girl ought to be proud if she's married to a man who makes other girls' pussies tingle. Especially when she has the same effect on the anatomy of males."
"Please," Nancy said, still averting her eyes.
"Well, you and Bob are a pair of beautiful people, Nan," he went on. "And beautiful people just naturally arouse others. Laura and I can hardly wait for the two of you to become members of our club. I know we speak for the other club members, too-or at least we would if they knew you. I understand Rex and Harvey did some raving."
Nancy felt panic. Momentarily she was sorry she had told Laura that she wanted to go out tonight.
Laura was confirming Dave's statement. "The boys both said Nancy was the sweetest piece of femininity they had come across in quite a while. Incidentally, we're going to Rex's home tonight."
"Oh?" She managed to sound reasonably casual about it.
"You'll get a chance to meet his wife, and there'll be at least one other couple there."
With an embarrassed smile, Nancy said, "I'm going to feel like a fifth wheel, I'm afraid."
"We won't let you feel like that," Dave said. He set his glass down on the coffee table and stood. "Well, kids, shall we be going?"
Laura agreed.
It was too late now for Nancy to back out, assuming she really wanted to ... which she didn't.
Rex and Tracy Packard lived in a smart suburban apartment. It was located in one of the new large developments and was as spacious as a single house. It also offered the same advantages of privacy, since it was completely soundproofed and had its own sundeck, which was shielded from view from the other apartments and the street.
Tracy Packard was a breathtakingly beautiful woman. A vivid natural brunette, she wore her hair long. Now it was wrapped about her head in a fancy do. She was tall, had perfect legs and a figure which was not large-proportioned but exquisitely symmetrical.
The other couple was already there. Their names were Art and Helen Vaughn. He was short and had a thin face with a little dark mustache. She also was on the short side and rather plump-though pleasingly so, as the phrase goes. She had bigger tits than Tracy, but Helen's didn't match Nancy's. Helen was the hippiest girl at the party, however. Her beautifully rounded ass was sheathed in a snug skirt which clung so closely that the slightest shimmy was communicated to every observer.
The hi-fi was blasting, and it was obvious that the Packards and Vaughns had already been hitting the sauce rather strongly. Rex's greeting to the Wallaces and Nancy was that they had better each have a pair of doubles right away to catch up.
He went to the bar to pour, and Nancy surprised herself by not objecting to a double shot. The truth was that she needed to feel more relaxed, and she knew from experience that liquor would help her along that line.
Everyone was very friendly, but the men had hot eyes whenever they looked her way. It was clear from the beginning that she was what might be called the guest of honor. In other words, every man was hoping to screw her before the evening was over. Perhaps some of the women wanted to make out with her too, but if they did, they didn't show it ... yet.
Of all the men present, Nancy liked Rex the best, but she was afraid that at this type of party no one got any choice. Or, at least, she wouldn't get her choice. The choice was apt to go to whomever grabbed it, and all the man looked like good grabbers.
She felt a little like a fox surrounded by baying hounds.
She finished her first drink quickly and accepted a second double.
As the conversation crackled back and forth and Helen danced with Rex, Nancy wondered consciously for the first time whether the sex bouts that evening would all go on in the same room or whether the various couples would have rooms to themselves. She assured herself that she wanted privacy, but she had a subconscious yen to copulate in the presence of all the others.
Art invited her to dance, and she accepted.
Dave paired off with Tracy.
As they moved about the living room to a conventional fox trot, Nancy felt the liquor hit her with full force. She swayed against Art. He chuckled and gripped her more tightly. Suddenly she felt his cock stirring against her belly. He kept it from rising all the way, but it definitely was interested in the feminine package he was holding in his arms-namely, her.
Glancing at Dave and Tracy, Nancy noted that Dave's hands had slid all the way down her back and were cupping her rather small but pert buttocks through her dress.
When she glanced at Rex and Helen, that view was even more shocking. He had worked a hand up underneath her short skirt, displaying her stocking tops, and it was apparent that his hand was moving at the juncture of her thighs, evidently with only her panties between his hand and this very intimate portion of her anatomy.
The party had already turned wild.
It became wilder.
Much wilder!
Everyone was drunk, or so close to it that it would have taken an M.D. (or perhaps a semanticist) to tell who was and who wasn't.
Dirty stories filled the air. Everyone seemed intent upon trying to top the others in sheer vulgarity. Gutter language prevailed.
Nancy had reached the stage of intoxication at which she was more stimulated than repelled by this, even though she didn't offer any stories herself. The truth was, she didn't know any that were sufficiently raunchy ... except the ones Harv and Rex had related on the motel date, and she couldn't toss those back at them. Of course, she wouldn't have done so, anyway. She might enjoy listening to them, but she wasn't yet up to telling one that was really wild.
She was still mildly shocked to hear the wives use dirty words as freely as the men. But the shock was rapidly fading. How many times could one gasp over a cock or a cunt, even when dropped from a lady's lips?
The Packards had a pornographic film which they brought out. The screen and projector were hastily set up, and everyone found a place to sit. The living room lights were doused.
The film was really hard-core stuff.
It featured a busty blonde portraying a housewife, and a fantastically proportioned male who played the part of a door-to-door salesman. The woman was only half-dressed when she answered the door, and she soon slid out of what clothes she had-with his help, of course. Then he stripped off his own clothing and revealed a dingus which must have measured over eight inches in length. Perhaps it was closer to ten.
The women whooped when they saw it, and Helen quipped, "Jesus, Art, that's bigger than yours!"
"It's bigger than anybody's," Art snapped back. "That guy isn't a human being, he's a goddamn horse!"
Before the salesman took the housewife in the conventional way, they took turns in going down on each other. The camera came in so close, and the print was so clear and well projected, that they could see the saliva dribbling down the blonde's chin as she licked the man's peckerhead.
Nancy was seated next to Dave, and when this sequence came on, he reached over and placed his hand in her lap. She didn't push it away, so he took her other hand in his and carried it to his own lap. His cock was erect, of course.
The film had made Nancy hot. She became even hotter as she felt Dave's stiff pecker through his clothes and he dug down between her thighs to feel her burning tlesh through her clothes.
But not for long.
When the salesman went down on the housewife, lapping eagerly into her lavish cunt, Dave pulled Nancy's skirt and slip lap-high in the darkness and worked his hand underneath the elasticized nylon of her panties.
Strangely, she seemed incapable of stopping him. Or perhaps it wasn't so strange, considering that she needed sex very badly. Her state of extreme lubrication proved this.
Dave fingered her heated sex-swamp, and she became even more excited. She was nearly beside herself with lust. The projected motion picture images swam before her eyes. Blindly in the darkness she clawed for the way into Dave's pants.
He helped her free her stiff organ, and her eager hand moved on it.
The housewife on the screen took a recumbent pose, and the salesman mounted her. He tilted his massive rod to her yawning crevice and drove it in. After this, the screen showed a close-up of her mouth, which was wide open as she cried out; then there was her writhing body, her bobbing tits.
Nancy wanted what that housewife was getting.
She wanted it immediately.
Dave's fingers, stroking in and out of her vagina, weren't doing nearly enough for her. Anyway, sitting down as she was, she couldn't move freely and give herself over to passion.
The salesman pulled his rod out of the housewife and made her get up on her hands and knees. He approached her prominent, big-cheeked ass.
Nancy heard herself whisper hoarsely, "Let's go into the other room."
Dave replied, "Why do that? The film has a long time to run. Slide down onto the carpet."
"But ... the others...." Nancy whispered helplessly. "They won't notice. They're all watching the screen." She gave in. She had to.
She slid to the floor, pulling her dress and slip up. Dave dropped to his knees and gripped the elastic top of her panties. In one quick motion, as she raised her rump, he pulled the pants completely off her.
She parted her thighs and he sprang between them, letting down his trousers and shorts.
He took half a minute to work the top of her dress down and open her strapless bra. The room was so dark that he couldn't fully appreciate the beauty of the breasts he had uncovered, but he felt them all over and rolled them back and forth, their stiff nipples pricking his palms. This gave him a good idea of their quality and stimulated Nancy to an even higher pitch.
"Hurry ...!" she breathed.
She couldn't tell, from where she lay, whether anyone else was paying attention to what she and Dave were doing. The truth was that they all had been expecting him to make this move, and they had been casting sidelong glances in that direction during the entire screening of the film.
Now they were all straining their eyes to try to make out What was going on on the floor.
Dave covered Nancy with his body. His rod easily found its way into her molten depths.
"Oh!" she exclaimed.
"Good?" he rasped.
"Do it!" she demanded.
Happily he began to stroke in and out of her cunt. She moved very actively right from the first. He began to hump faster than he normally would have. Her bare buttocks slapped against the carpet as his cock vigorously caressed her clinging slick membranes and titillated the tense tip at the top of her split.
Suddenly the lights went on, and Nancy saw faces looking down at her.
God! she thought. Oh, my God!
But she kept moving her pelvis. She couldn't stop now. She closed her eyes and moaned harshly.
The party-goers who were gathered around murmured in rapture at the spectacle which, since it was in the flesh right before them, was so much more exciting than what they had just witnessed on the screen.
But they couldn't remain spectators for long. Their excitement had become too intense.
Someone gave the signal, and chairs were pushed back, clearing a wide area of the room. Clothes were thrown off. Couples began sliding to the floor.
Nancy climaxed shudderingly as Dave continued to stroke. She opened her eyes and took in the scene around her. A full-fl-edged orgy was in progress.
Beautiful brunette Tracy was on her back close to Nancy. Bending over her was Helen's husband, Art. Her dress and bra were gone, revealing her dainty, reddish-nippled tits. She wore a red garter belt, a bikini panty with red and white stripes, and black ultra-sheer hose. Art, in boxer shorts with little pink hearts all over them, was planting quick Kisses on all the exposed portions of her body. She smiled and writhed pleasurably. When she saw that Nancy was watching her, she made a little motion with her fingers and murmured, "Hi."
Laura had stripped herself totally nude and was standing above Art and Tracy, watching them.
Helen and Tracy's husband, Rex, were embracing on the floor behind Laura. They were removing each other's clothing piece by peice as they kissed and petted.
Nancy's shock and shame vanished and a pleasurable flood of warmth took its place-warmth which was greater than that prompted by her physical release. Now she was wholly released mentally as well as physically.
Dave was still stroking in and out of her, and she gripped his clothed back with her hands and raised her stockinged legs to wrap them around him. She began to move her hips once more, counter to his thrusts.
Dave couldn't hold back to carry her to a second climax. Especially now, with the lights on, when he could see her luscious tits shaking and watch the passionate contortions of her pretty face. He finished, driving his phallus deep and shuddering as his semen ejected.
Nancy moaned in distress.
Her trouble was perceived by Art as he raised his lips from Tracy. Even as Dave remained atop Nancy, relaxing in the afterglow, Art began to kiss her.
First he ran his darting tongue up her arm, then browsed about her shoulders. She moaned again, pleasurably this time. Art shouldered Dave a bit to one side and took manual possession of her beautiful breasts. He murmured something as he looked at the luscious nipples, which were still stiff, then he dropped his suctioning mouth around one of them. New thrills careened through Nancy.
She wasn't aware, having closed her eyes, that Laura had sunk to the carpet with Tracy and that the two brunettes were rolling and rubbing their bodies together as Laura slid Tracy's pants away.
Rex had now swung Helen atop him. She was naked except for her white garter belt and beige stockings. She lay full-length atop him, his rod sandwiched between their bellies, as he stroked her full upper thighs and the rich rondures of her bottom.
Art gradually supplanted Dave atop Nancy, continuing to kiss and pet her all the time. He relieved her of the rest of her clothing. As he slid her stockings away, he licked her lovely legs from the tops of her thighs to her toes and back.
When Art assumed copulating position, Dave snuggled close at her side and drew one of her nipples into his mouth. Art's rigidly erect member slid into her wet and quivering cunt, filling her magnificently for the second time that night. He began to pump, and she lifted her legs about him.
As she started to move her pelvis, she was startled to feel a mouth take possession of her other nipple. She turned her head to look and discovered that the mouth belonged to Laura.
While Laura sucked Nancy's tit, her hand stroked Tracy's pussy.
Rex and Helen drew close now. He began kissing one of Nancy's legs while Helen held and kissed the other.
Nancy surged to her second climax, finishing when Art did. Immediately Rex took Art's place, treating Nancy to her third stiff prick of the evening, and, though she normally wouldn't have wanted any more sex for a while, the change of lovers restimulated her and she began to move vigorously with Rex.
She was now the center of a football-like pile-up in which all the other were dividing their attention between her and one another. It was a writhing mountain of male and female flesh which restricted Rex's humping motions and her own movements. But, all in all, it added to her pleasure. That evening she took her pleasure in great gobs.
Female breasts and masculine balls rubbed against her at the same time. Two sets of lips worked her nipples simultaneously. Now a woman's wet and redolent snatch landed in her face, and she could do nothing but kiss it. Not until after the woman had gotten off did she realize that it belonged to Tracy.
This was togetherness in a wonderful new way, and Nancy bought the package-cock, tit and pussy.