Chapter 6
Jim Malone, helping his wife out of the car in the shrub-fringed parking area just below the Lambersons' patio wall, gave an admiring whistle.
"That Ferguson dame has a nice piece of property here," he answered his wife's inquiring look. "Plenty of space, nobody can ever build out the view--and I can see a couple thousand bucks' worth of landscaping, just from here."
Carol smiled. "I just hope these folks won't think we're intruding, dropping by without a call. It just seemed like a friendly thing to do--just to see if the professor feels better now that he's rested." She was suddenly aware that Jim had stopped dead in his tracks, looking up the hill, and turned her eyes up to see what was arresting his attention.
She saw a woman, turning to go into her home from the porch, and saw the peculiar, three-legged object at the rail.
"What is it, Jim? What's the matter?" she asked.
Her husband shook his head, his face worried. "That telescope," he answered. "And that woman. Did you see her?"
"Not to recognize her," Carol replied. "Someone we know?"
"Sort of," Jim acknowledged. "You know who Sam Rovere is?"
"Sure," Carol giggled. "Old blue-nose Sam. The sex-hating deputy. The guy who's always arresting people for a little screw in their cars." Her voice was light.
"He's a one-man crusade against anything to do with sex," Jim spat disgustedly. "The damned snoop! I'd like to do something to put him on!"
He was still grumbling about it as Carol pushed the doorbell which was answered by Melissa. She greeted them with a conspiratorial wink, and was just informing them that Pamela and John had gone down to the highway to meet someone when the patio door opened, and John, Pam, and another couple came laughing up the two broad steps.
"We're the Malones," Carol said, recognizing John and Pam from the photographs. "Just stopped by to see how John was feeling. After his hard trip," she grinned. "I'm Carol, this is Jim. And I must say, John, you look all right today."
John was stammering, but Pam answered for them both. "He is all right, Carol--and it's wonderful of you to stop by. These two lovely people are Del Fredericks," and she put her hand on the arm of a tall, slender, bright-looking young man in elegantly styled establishment-type clothes, "and this cute thing is his wife, Marina," she added, patting the round rump of a small, cuddly brunette, whose soft little face expressed some concern, but who returned Carol's warm smile with interest.
Once inside--the Malones politely trying to leave, but stayed by Marina Fredericks' gentle insistence--the three couples found themselves warmed by instant compatibility. It was John's first acquaintance with the intuitive camaraderie of the swinger, and he was amazed. Marina's letters had been quite positive--"we do so want to meet you two, and to swing as high as you want. But--at least for the first time--let's just we four be together"--and this theme had been repeated in each exchange.
Now, to his befuddlement, as soon as he said: "The Fredericks are strangers here--they telephoned from down on the highway so we could show them the way up the hill," Carol and Jim had both laughed. And Carol, coming over to put her cheek against Marina's, and squeezing the little brunette's boldly outthrust tits, turned and said: "You certainly picked some lovely people for your parties!"
It was oddly shocking that these two women, complete strangers to one another, could relate so quickly and so tenderly. Or that, without explanation, everyone except himself understood the unspoken agreement that seemed to flash from body to body as well as from mind to mind.
For Marina looked at Pam delightedly, saying: "Consider the 'four-only' suggestion canceled, Pam--I'm going to love these people!"
And Del, his lean face warmed with a shy smile, got up and embraced Carol from behind, pressing his long-fingered hands boldly into her deeply carved breasts while he pressed his pelvis against her curving ass in a series of gentle bumps.
There was one brief drop into seriousness when Jim explained the nature of what he felt might be a mild threat--the deputy's home, the telescope, the lawman's reputation.
They had all partially undressed by now, and were diving into vast heaps of barbecued ribs left by Melissa, and Del, having smeared Pam's buttocks with barbecue sauce in a warm embrace, had spread her, face down, over the back of a chair while he carefully licked her clean.
In a final burst of efficiency, he had thumbed her twin globes apart and thrust his tongue into her oozing cuntlips, looking up to say: "Fire the chef--this chick tastes better without the sauce!" when Jim, looking up at the clerestory windows, spoke his piece about confounding Sam Rovere.
And again, John felt alone, for he was the only one who seemed even slightly worried about the deputy.
Marina, her full-blown boobs jiggling with her laughter, said: "Ooh, that dirty old man! I hope he gets his eyes full!"
She turned her back to the high windows, bending over to peer up from between her extended legs, exposing a fat, dark-haired little pussy which popped open with a kissing sound.
Pam, engrossed with the hot sight, moved quickly over, rubbing her hand deep into the flowering pink twat. As Pam's finger went out of sight in the smaller woman, Carol pushed her hand deep into John's shorts, its warmth closing strongly around his hardening prick. "We ought to be able to figure out something to stir that damned fool up a bit!" she laughed.
"Stir him up?" John echoed. "Shouldn't we, er, cool it?" He looked to Pam, hoping he had used the term correctly, and Jim Malone, feeling his host's trepidation, came over to put a comforting hand on John's shoulder.
"Look, John," he said, "even if this is Santa Vaca County, and the dumb bastards down here are shocked every time the Supreme Court upholds the Constitution, a guy like Sam Rovere can only go so far. He can't bust in without a warrant, for one thing. And a fellow can ball his own wife any time, anywhere, as long as it isn't in public."
He looked around and grinned. "Nudism is legal, too," he continued. "We can all walk around the house, bare-assed, so he can see and he can conjecture, but he can't do one fucking thing about it. Except bite his Goddamned nails," the big man said. "Or jerk off in frustration! Here, John, Pam, let's look around a bit."
Now that they knew what to look for, they discovered that the telescope commanded a perfect view of all the front patio, a partial view of the back yard, much of which was hidden by two ancient pepper trees.
"Hmm," Jim commented. "We can use these patios later. But now, let's check the inside."
It was to see that the deputy could check out the big couch in the living room, most of the kitchen, and the king size bed in John's bedroom. On this latter discovery, John looked at Pam, his face flaming as he remembered the picture they must have made the night before, but Pam winked at him.
"We gave the bastard a real show last night, dear, didn't we?" she laughed, and his courage returned, along with a burst of pride at Pam's coolness.
Under Jim's direction, they quickly transposed the furniture in John's bedroom--"our bedroom," Pam had boldly called it. The big bed went against the wall closest to the windows, completely out of sight of the telescope, but with the twin chests of drawers and a mirror in its place.
"He'll go nuts, trying to see some action in that mirror," Jim chuckled. "It's small, and with a lamp next to it, he can only get flashes. Goddamn!" the big man cried. "This will be perfect! I wish I could see his face!"
As they lounged in and out of the kitchen, picking at the ribs, eating the hot rolls baked by Melissa, taking a dab of the two salads the young girl had devised, their excitement and their anticipation grew.
All of them, by now, had shed their clothes, and it was obvious that Pam and Del would have no trouble forming an easy understanding, and that Jim was deeply interested in the small, deliriously rounded Marina Fredericks. John, excited and somewhat frightened at the prospect of playing a swap-master's role with the gorgeous Carol, got some satisfaction from observing that neither Jim Malone nor Del Fredericks had anything on him in the cock department--at least, if half-hard testimony could be trusted. And Carol liked him, he sensed right from the start.
At first contact, when she had boldly--no, John amended mentally, she hadn't been bold, just friendly--at any rate, when she had reached into his shorts to handle his cock, her eyes had been round with wonder and pleasure. She had started a sentence. "Wow! It's as big as Me--" and had stopped, blushing at how close she had come to spilling Melissa's secret, but had smoothly picked up on it, continuing with: "As big as my recollection of your picture!" Like so many other small pieces of this warming jigsaw picture of open lust combined with easy friendship, this minor overture had added to a growing treasure of pride and confidence.
Now, holding her against him as they stood in the door between the kitchen and the living room, his rising cock, held hard between her strongly rounded thighs, felt the wet heat from her opened cuntlips, the tickling and gentle scrape of her red pubic hair along its length. She turned her face up to kiss him, her tongue warmly daring his own to come out and play, and her long breasts, so full and heavy that she might have been a nursing mother, flattened their pneumatic firmness on his hairy chest.
Therefore, when Jim tapped him on the shoulder, saying: "Come on, champ, it's dark enough for our snoopy friend to begin seeing the light!" he was in perfect form--his big cock avidly nodding an invitation to all the girls, his heart beating strongly and rhythmically, his courage rising just as his prick had.
"Lie down here, Pam," Jim said. "I want this strong light to be on your body from the shoulders down, so that old Hawkeye can't be sure of your hair color. There, move up an inch or so. Good!" He had stayed away, in the shadow, with Marina's smooth, curvaceous little body close by.
Now that the lights were on, and John was standing as directed by Jim, in profile to the line of sight from the high windows, he had a momentary pang. He was absolutely certain he could make it with his laughing, beautiful assistant. The joke on the overly zealous deputy was, he could see, more or less a necessity, now that all had agreed. But--how well would he do when the switch was made?
For that was the idea--for the prying lawman to see him and Pamela, legally wed, as far as any of them knew, fucking. And then, simply for their own joy in hoodwinking the fuzz, Jim would switch out the lights for a second, and the gorgeous redhead and Pam would quickly change places, and he, John, would continue the fuck with Carol.
There was a moving thrust of headlamps against the dark sky, its brightness striking against the beamed ceiling as the deputy's car rolled up before his garage, and all of them had a moment of anticipation. And then, by prearrangement, they began their charade, calculated to draw the deputy's attention.
Casually walking from living room to kitchen to bedroom, all the sites which, by Jim's survey, they knew to be visible from the telescope's location, they paraded their nudity. The men were careful to turn profile views to show their hard-ons, careful also to display interest and affection--bending down to suck a warm tit, casually stroking a cunt, hamming up the show by waving sticky fingers under noses to inhale the pussy scents. Until at last, confident that their spying neighbor would certainly have succumbed to their bait, Jim, now back in the shadows, nodded and winked at John to begin the feature act.
Without Pamela's humorous boldness, John could never have made it, especially with the other two couples as voyeurs. But his cock was ready and so was he, and his pride flamed higher as Pam, with the fingers of one hand holding her cunt open, and with the other grasping his prick, wiped the head of it up and down between her moist lips, slathering it with lubricant before he rammed its hard length into her.
And all at once, with the hot and sticky friction of her cunt surrounding and loving his prick, with the knowledge that four pairs of friendly, lustful eyes were also enjoying his and Pam's joining, his self-consciousness left him.
His hands cupped under Pam's softly muscled ass as she met his first thrust with her own, spiraling her pelvis up to wrap the gloriously hot, gloriously slick cunt around his searching cock, once again giving him the sawing, milking motion of what he now recognized as instant heat.
The warm clasp of her thighs around his hips, the smoothness of her belly, the moving muscles that he felt with hands and cock and balls--all these raised him to a plateau of joy.
It was a shock when the main light went out, and he lay for a split second, stunned by its suddenness. But there was another warm body standing by him, tugging at him, a warm hand between his thighs, and he quickly rolled off, feeling Pam move away, hearing her giggle as she ran in the dark to join Del in the bedroom.
And it was also a shock--but one of pleasure--as another pair of smooth thighs flew up to clasp him, and another hand inserted his hard prick into a strange but fantastically welcoming hole.
As the light went on again, he had a momentary flash of the smiling green eyes of Carol Malone, of her lovely mouth in a tender smile, and he covered her face with his own, his mouth on hers as her tongue snaked into his ready mouth.
This almost subliminal flash had shown him the warm and cuddly little brunette, who had been laughing and writhing with lust every time Jim Malone had stroked a finger into her vagina, backed against Jim's crotch, and he saw the sweet little face, contorted in pleasure, as she wriggled her ass to take in the big man's violently jerking tool.
He was humbly and gratefully surprised that there was no feeling of strangeness, no awkward sense of transition as his throbbing prick, so recently sheathed in Pamela's familiar cunt, plunged itchingly into the churning heat of a new pussy. And this was, he realized, the enormous dividend of the swappers' bag--the immediate hospitality, non-discriminating, never-rejecting, ever-welcoming, of all of the three warm vaginas, the three sets of strong, warm, rounded thighs, the trio of sweet-breathing, sweet-sucking mouths and tongues.
Even the fact that the prying lawman, his lascivious eyes brought right to the crack of John's plunging ass by the telescope, could not confuse the professor's mind nor dim his pleasure. On the contrary, he reveled in the man's frustration, certain that an aching hard-on was just punishment for any son of a bitch who would spy on them.
His hands traveled from the crack of Carol's ass to her full breasts, sloped quakingly along her rib cage, and, as he transferred the slick fluids from her twat to the firm tits, he moved his mouth down, sucking each nipple in turn, enjoying the quietly vivid tastes of her juices as he licked around the puckered aureole, the turgid nipples.
For the first time in his life he was enjoying sex without guilt--except for the training and guidance and lessons with Pam--and each hot stroke into the clinging, sucking, convulsing cunt beneath him seemed to be a separate and distinct reward.
It would have been the height of folly to compare the cuntal embraces of the two women--a millimeter, more or less, in dimension, was of no consequence. Some difference in clutch of muscle, of expert movement, even of taste and aroma, added only to the piquancy of the experience.
There was a feeling of warmth between his belly and Carol's, a new sensation of smoothness, and the thrill of discovery struck him--the violence of their fucking, the generosity of Carol's flow, had pumped her juices up through their joined pubic hair to form a film of warm viscosity that was spreading each time his cock thudded into her.
A flow of heat warmed him all over, even to his armpits, and he bent his face to bite and lick in those fragrant pits of flesh under his partner's arms. A minute stubble of hair tickled his lips and nose, a sweet acridity from her sweat teased him. My fucking, he thought with savage pride, is getting her into a sweat.
An immense desire to pick and suck at the sweet lips into which his cock was so rabidly plunging swept over him, but he remembered Jim's warning--that his partner's identity should not be exposed to the deputy up the hill.
The thought of Jim caused him to open his eyes, and he saw the big man covering the tiny body like a dog, slamming his big, hard cock into the small woman's cunt from the rear, his big thighs slapping against the beautiful little rump.
He tried to picture Pam in the arms of Del Fredericks, her strong legs wrapped around the man's lean hardness, but a new and urgent movement from Carol cut every thought from his mind except the storm gathering in his balls. Her arms now gripped him in a way that gathered her rich, full breasts between them, mashing them into a warm cushion. Her lower body, which had been swinging both up and down and in simultaneous sideways arcs which gave her full play to ride his cock for its full length, now stayed closer to his, her legs locked behind his. His strokes were lessened to a couple of inches by the clutch of her heels against his back, and she seemed to suck him in deeper each time she ground her mons against him.
At each thrust, the head of his cock bumped against her cervix, and the tension in her freckled face, her eyes closed tightly, her lips in a grin of passion, showed the ferocity of the growing need in her belly.
All this throbbing information, passed from belly to belly, from heart to heart, from squeezing vagina to expanding and near-bursting cock, caused his seed to rise and flower in his balls without his volition. His cockhead seemed to melt into a showering nozzle that shot his semen into her in foaming jets, their power enough to swell his tubes to blow-out pressure, and he dropped onto her belly in his flailing intensity, both of them intoxicated with pleasure, her cunt continuing to suck and drink as his final jets throbbed through his sensitive and happy prick.
They lay that way for long seconds, drawing breath into their air-starved lungs, heart pounding on warm heart, her boobs gradually slipping out in their slippery weight, his balls feeling the slow quivering of her thighs and asscheeks, their mouths joined in a kiss of gratitude and love.
Jim, sitting back with his dripping cock at last sated and drained by the greedy cunt of the tiny Marina, grinned in satisfaction at the gasping couple on the couch. Marina had fallen sideways as she had shot her load, and her bountifully sculptured buttocks, drawn tight by her fetal position, let her dark-haired cuntlips protrude, Jim's gism and her juices joining in a slick, milk-white flow that trickled over the warm asscheek.
There was laughter and very quiet applause from the door to the hall, and Pam's excited voice cried: "Beautiful! Just beautiful!"
Jim reached for the light switch and darkness slapped John with an urgent reminder, and he rolled away from Carol, sensing her departure, feeling the light movement as Pam silently moved to sit beside him. Her warm hand, sticky from handling some juices other than his own, hugged John hard against her, and as the light struck them again, she turned a happy and satisfied face up to meet John's kiss.
Carol now stood by the kitchen door, her arm around Jim, and Del and Marina, giggling, were in the bedroom, where the little brunette played at smoothing her hair.
It was John's suggestion that they inform the watching deputy that his presence was known, and it pleased them all.
The night, turned chilly as Southern California June nights almost invariably do, was not enough to cool their blood or their spirits. Nor their humor.
With all the patio lights on, they strolled among the lush shrubbery arm in arm, loudly commenting on the beauty of the night and of friendship. The woman took good care to display their charms to the unseen audience. Carol stood full in the golden light of a lamp, raising her right boob for them all to contemplate, announcing that she believed it to be slightly smaller than the left, Marina, complaining of a non-existent pebble between her toes, bent over, her backside pointed up the hill, and put one foot on a low step to insure that her still-flowing pussy would be spread wide for the deputy's inspection.
And Pam topped them all by groaning that she felt a spasm in a very private part, and held her cuntlips open while all of them looked into the shaded pink depths of her vagina.
It was at this point that Carol, perhaps inspired by their joined presence, spread her arms wide, her tits pulled up and tautly thrusting, and exclaimed: "Oh, Pam, it's so marvelous to have all this lovely privacy--no prying eyes, no filthy minds, no snooping neighbors!"
They were rewarded by the angry slam of a door up the hill, and they fell on each other in helpless laughter, renewing desire as they embraced in the glow of patio lights.