DICK COULDN'T WAIT TO BED CATHY, AND HIS WIFE WAS RIPPING OFF BILL'S PANTS IN equal haste. They bounded onto the adjacent beds, and began what became one of the swingingest swap fests in the county. This type of uninhibited desire is natural and widespread, according to Albert Ellis, Ph.D., in his book, Sex Without Guilt' "Many individuals ... who say that they only enjoy sex when it is accompanied by affection are actually being unthinkingly conformist and unconsciously hypocritical. If they were to contemplate themselves objectively, and had the courage of their inner convictions, they would find sex without love eminently gratifying...."
CHAPTER ONE
"Mmmm! Ooooh! Dick! Ooh, honey...!"
The excited feminine murmurs from the other bed caused Bill Kenyon to raise his head and inquire playfully, "What's going on over there?"
His wife said, "Dick's kissing my ... my...." She giggled.
"Titties," Dick said. "I'm kissing her titties. And let me tell you, Bill old buddy, your wife's got a real set of tits on her!"
"Dick!" Verna exclaimed from the bed where she lay with Bill. "Don't be so nasty!" But she laughed with enjoyment.
"Don't you think I know she's got great tits?" Bill inquired into the darkness. "And speaking of tits...."
He turned back to Verna and rubbed his hand across the firm swells in the top of her dress. He resumed kissing her.
Cathy was wet between the legs. She whispered to Dick Taylor, who was kissing the tops of her breasts again. "Do you always call them ... titties?"
"Damn right," he said huskily as he came up for air. "Whenever I get the chance. Don't you?"
"Of course not! It isn't nice." She giggled.
"Hey, I've got a great idea," Bill announced. "Let's turn on the light so we can watch each other going at it."
"No!" Verna cried in a shocked tone.
"Why not, honey?" Dick asked his wife.
"You don't mind having the light on, do you, cutes?" he asked Cathy, as he squeezed one of her boobs through her low-cut bra.
"Well, if everybody else is willing...."
The idea excited Cathy. All her life she'd had dreams about running down the street naked, showing off all she had. And since she had plenty, it seemed a shame to keep it covered up.
"That settles it, then," Dick said. "The light goes on."
He got up on his knees and reached to turn on the lamp, which stood on a small table between the motel beds. The room suddenly was illuminated.
"Oh, you!" Verna exclaimed. She tugged her skirt down. "You men are awful!"
"I don't think they're so awful," Cathy murmured excitedly, pulling Dick's head down to her knockers again.
Her blouse was open nearly to her waist, and her lacy bra barely concealed her nipples. She lay on her side to face Dick, who was stretched out beside her, still fully clothed.
Her short skirt had been pulled up to the tops of her stockings.
Bill turned his head and looked at them, but Verna remained on her back beside him. She was as excited as the others, both by the fact that they were all together in one room, and by the bright light, but her inhibitions continued to cramp her style.
"You guys agreed that the light would stay off," she pouted. "Otherwise I'd never have gone for this in the first place."
"Oh, don't be a party-pooper," Cathy replied.
"That's right, baby," Bill added as he turned back to Verna. "Relax and swing with it."
He bent again to her mouth, and let a hand wander down her slim body, sliding over her dress, to the point where it ended just above her knees. He got under the cloth onto a sleek, snugly filled nylon.
Her hand landed on top of his as if to restrain it, but she returned his kiss enthusiastically, her tongue fluttering. He overcame her feeble resistance, and continued to slide his hand up her leg.
The two couples, both residing in Sextonville, had been friends for several weeks. They'd gotten acquainted shortly after Bill and Cathy had arrived in town. Bill took over a gas station lease on Main Street, and Dick and Verna were long-time residents; he managed a feed store. They'd double-dated several times before tonight, and had admired each other's husbands and wives. All were in their middle twenties and had been married for only a couple years.
Earlier tonight they'd been driving along the highway south of town. They'd come from a tavern where they'd drunk enough to feel reckless, and Bill had proposed that they stop at a motel and "fool around a little."
Dick went for the idea right away. Cathy offered no objection. Verna purported to be shocked at first, but the fact that she was there and allowed Dick to be there proved she wanted to play around as much as the others.
Bill rented a unit with two bedrooms, giving a fictitious name and address. They all settled down in the larger room, and the pairing off on the twin beds-Bill with Dick's wife and vice-versa-happened with remarkable ease. They were all hot for strange tail, and nobody had to worry since both wives were on the pill. Also, neither had been a virgin at marriage, so what was there to lose?
Bill's hand moved up Verna's sleek stocking until it reached the top, and skidded onto smooth, bare flesh.
"Oh, baby, you feel good down there! " he groaned as he raised his mouth from hers.
"Down where?" Dick asked as he undid the bottom button on Cathy's blouse.
She giggled, causing her exposed breasts to quiver.
"On her thigh," Bill answered.
"Darn you! " Verna spoke up. She tried to push his hand away, but she didn't try very hard.
"She does have very smooth thighs," Dick agreed.
The men were getting a great kick out of discussing their wives back and forth. The wives got a kick out of being discussed, but were a little reluctant to show it-especially Verna.
"How do you like Cathy's thighs?" Bill asked as he stroked his fingers gently along the warm inner slope of Verna's.
"I haven't gotten to 'em yet," Dick said. "I'm trying to get her tits out now." He ran his hand up the back of her open blouse. She giggled again and leaned toward him so he could manipulate the bra hooks.
"Will you quit saying ... that?" his wife demanded.
"What, baby?" Bill purred at her. He pinched her fleshy thigh a little.
"You know." The cute brunette blushed.
"Tell me. Whisper it," Bill murmured, putting his ear close to her mouth.
She wasn't going to, but just then he slid his hand all the way up between her legs and touched the super-heated crotch of her panties. She thrilled, and a wave of giddiness came over her.
"Tits," she heard herself whisper.
"Hey, buddy!" Bill yelled to Dick with a laugh. "Your wife just said tits."
"Bill!" she exclaimed, and began pushing at his hand again.
"She knows all the words," Dick remarked. "But she'll only use 'em to me when we're in bed."
"Well, we're all in bed now," Bill observed.
Chuckling, he kissed Verna's face several times got his hand away from her grasp through the skirt. Again he touched the crotch of her nylon panties. God, it was hot! He rubbed the sleek, reinforced cloth and felt the softness of her pussy on the other side.
Dick opened Cathy's bra. He eased her down onto her back and lifted the brassiere up around her neck.
"Oh, baby!" he exclaimed as he gazed at her rounded, pink-tipped breasts.
"Like 'em?" the pretty blonde asked, smiling up at him.
"Wow, they're luscious!"
"I've gotta watch this," Bill declared. He took his hand from beneath Verna's skirt as he sat up.
She felt a twinge of anger, and pushed her skirt down.
"Mm!" Dick was purring as he wrapped his hands around Cathy's boobies at their outer sides and gently pushed them together. It had been three years since he'd gotten to play with a set as full as this.
Cathy felt proud and excited, especially since Bill was watching as Dick drooled over her.
"Go on-kiss 'em," Bill said with a chuckle. His prick throbbed in his shorts.
Dick gazed down at the stubby pink nipples centered in medium-sized, pebbly aureoles of similar mouth-watering hue. The surrounding skin was cream-toned, with hardly any evidence of veins beneath the surface.
He bent to Cathy's right nipple, protruded his tongue, and licked at it.
"Oh!" she breathed, and wiggled her bottom against the bed. Her pussy was now hot and flooded.
"Hey, look at Dick go!" Bill chortled. "He's a titty man if I ever saw one."
Verna was forcing herself not to look. She'd always been sensitive about the small size of her own breasts, and had always feared that her husband wished they were larger. This seemed to confirm it. Even Bill would rather watch Dick go after Cathy's boobs than to go after hers himself. Verna thought.
Hurt and angry, she took matters into her own hands with Bill. She reached out and touched him at the crotch of his slacks. He gasped and turned to her, grinning. He hand tightened on his erection through his clothes.
"You hot little dickens!" he exclaimed, and he rolled half on top of her, running his hand up under her skirt.
Dick heard him, but as if from afar. He didn't respond, because he was too excited with Cathy at the moment to think of anything else.
His thumbs were under her tits, and his fingers held them at their outer sides. He rolled and shook them very gentle as his hungry mouth moved from nipple to nipple, tonguing and sucking.
Cathy's mind went blank from sheer delight.
She caressed Dick's wiry, short brown hair and murmured, "Oh, honey, that turns me on! You can do anything with me now!"
Bill raped Verna's mouth with his tongue as his fingers stroked her cunt through her panties. Her legs had lolled open, her skirt falling back to her lap. She continued to clutch Bill's hard cock.
He felt the first drop of moisture ooze through her panty crotch, and this inflamed him so much that he pried the strip of nylon aside and touched her shaggy little cunt with his fingers.
Verna moaned in the kiss. Her hand tightened on his prick. Oh, what a wanton I am-but I love it!
Cathy's hand had finally strayed to the front of Dick's slacks.
She rubbed his erection as he sucked one of her nipples deep into his mouth and growled with delight. His hand skidded down her body, across her skirt and between her thighs.
Her legs opened farther, and he reached up to her panties. They were thin, thinner than Verna ever wore. The wispy, sleek nylon clung to the lips of her pussy, displaying it almost as if she wore nothing at all. He rubbed her hot cunt, and his fingers were dripping wet.
Oh, shit! he thought. I've got to have her NOW!
He sat up, watching her tits quiver as he let them go. He shot a quick look at the other beds and was a little shocked to see Verna pulling at Bill's cock through his clothes, while her thighs lolled and his hand worked at her crotch. They were kissing passionately.
The shock wasn't an unpleasant one, though. He was just surprised that she was taking to another man so quickly and pleasurably. The sight fascinated him, and he would have watched longer except that his own need was paramount, and the means for satisfying it were close at hand.
He gazed down at Cathy's form and gripped her skirt at both sides, pulling it all the way up.
Wow, what thighs! Full and rich and smooth. Their creaminess contrasted lusciously with the light-brown of her gartered stockings. The white garter straps extended up under the sexiest pair of sheer, pink bikini panties he'd ever seen. And through the crotch of those panties, where he'd been petting her, he could plainly discern her V-shaped mat of blonde hair, with her puffy slit extending down from it.
"Baby!" he exclaimed. "Oh, God, you're beautiful!"
The words, and the impassioned way in which he uttered them, were music in Cathy's ears. She had loved to be admired by boys when she was dating. That was why she'd let several of them screw her. She had told Bill she'd been laid by only one, and, since he came from a different community, he'd never learned the truth.
Now she was experiencing that wonderful thrill all over again. This swapping was the greatest!
"You can take my pants off," she murmured throatily as she drew her knees up and spread her thighs a little.
He grinned, and rubbed her quickly on the panty crotch. Then he gripped the briefs at either side and whisked them down, while she lifted her buttocks to help. He pulled the pants all the way down her legs and off.
Cathy parted her thighs widely and thrilled as she watched his face.
"Man!" he exclaimed like a kid.
Her fleshy lips were open to him, gleaming wetly with the evidence of her desire. The gorgeous blonde curls around them added to the beauty of the picture. He had never seen a prettier cunt.
"Take my stockings off," she whispered. She wanted him to bend close to her legs so he could get a better look, and work from there.
Only once had she ever gotten her cunt licked, and that was by a man she'd dated before she married. He was older, one of the bosses in the office where she had worked. And she had sensed delicious pleasure when she came with his mouth on her pussy. Bill didn't like oral love play, and this had always frustrated her a little. But she had no real complaint, because Bill took good care of her with his cock.
Dick had given a hint of strong oral desire a little earlier as he licked her titties, so Cathy had reason to hope that he might go down on her. But it probably was too much to expect, with Bill and Verna in the same room. Still, if it happened, it would be the greatest thrill ever!
Dick bent and caressed her satiny, warm thighs with his fingertips, then unhooked her garters and brushed her stockings down. He couldn't resist constantly glancing sidelong at her pussy. He'd rarely had a chance to look at one so closely. Verna was a little bashful about showing off, as were the girls he'd known before his marriage.
Bill was stroking his middle finger in and out of Verna's slit while he pumped his tongue in her mouth. His cock throbbed as she pulled at it through his clothes.
"Take it out, honey," he suggested huskily as he lifted his face from hers.
"You undress me first," she murmured.
She had her eyes closed, and continued to blush, but hot shivers of delight pounded through her. She wanted this to happen.
Bill glanced at the other bed. He watched Dick pull off Cathy's stockings. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, land her blouse lay open; her bra was draped around her neck. She looked very wanton lying there with her luscious, round tits and her cunt exposed.
He couldn't help being proud of her, and of the obvious excitement Dick felt as he went about his happy work of removing her clothes.
No words were exchanged between the men now. This wasn't the moment for banter. They had a couple of hot females on their hands, and their pricks were about to burst out of their pants.
Bill glanced back at Verna, and he drew her skirt all the way up to her waist, as Cathy's was. She wore full-sized briefs of plain white nylon. He couldn't see through them, but the crotch was askew as a result of his caresses, and black hairs were visible next to the elastic.
He gently took hold of her knees and moved them farther apart. Her crotch opened wider, and more hair was displayed. She had a thicker bush than Cathy. That figured; brunettes were usually hairier than blondes, and Verna was as real a raven brunette as Cathy was a blonde.
Verna's thighs were slim and very smooth. White garters extended from beneath her panties to grip the tops of her stockings. He took hold of the pants and drew them down.
Verna kept her eyes closed and gave little sign of the great excitement that was thrumming through her as she lifted her hips to let him pull the white briefs away. Cold air touched her pussy, and this added to her pleasure.
Bill noted moisture on the crotch of her panties.
Dick had removed Cathy's shoes and stocking by this time, and was digging beneath her waist to get at the fastening of her garter belt. She turned onto her side, then decided she should turn all the way over, so he could see her bottom.
Her plump buttocks quivered gently as her motion stopped. They were beautifully formed, high and rounded. Taut. Dick gazed at them and had an urge to touch them with his hand. He did, shimmying them back and forth.
Cathy looked at him over her shoulder and giggled. "You like that?" she asked saucily.
"You'd better believe I do!"
"Bill, Dick likes my fanny, just like you do." She continued to Dick: "Bill likes to spank it sometimes."
"By my guest, Dick," Bill called, without looking over. "Whale away."
"Hey, not hard, though," Cathy warned.
Dick gave her ass a pat. He enjoyed the sound, and the way her buttocks wobbled springily.
She giggled again, watching him over her shoulder.
Bill had finished stripping Verna's stockings down. He stroked her a couple of times between her legs, rubbing her bush and pussy. He noted that the inner lips had a tendency to protrude from between the large outer ones. Also, her coloring was darker than Cathy's. Exotic. It made for an interesting change.
She moaned as he caressed her this way, and his hand got wet again. She was really dripping!
He turned her onto her side and went to work opening her dress. It would have to come up. He helped her to a sitting position, and pulled the garment over her head. He took off her garter belt, then her bra. Her small tits stood high and projected excitingly forward. Their tips were a deeper rose than Cathy's, and they stuck out farther. The rings around them were small. She's got more interesting contrasts! he mused.
It sure did a man good to get next to some strange stuff, Bill concluded; and this was a great way to do it. It was the only way, for a married guy!
Kneeling on the bed in front of Verna, Bill began unbuttoning his sport shirt. She watched him for a few moments, then lay back and closed her eyes once more.
Dick too began to undress now. Cathy, after checking the situation on the other bed, turned and smiled at him.
"Honey, let me do that," she said, twisting around to sit up.
Her tits lurched and bounced, and as she came erect, they shoved beautifully forward, hanging only a little in spite of their fullness.
She took hold of Dick's knit sport shirt and drew it up off his chest. He was leaner than Bill. His hair was lighter and shorter, his face more angular. Each was handsome, in his own way, and clean-cut. Dick had less hair on his chest than Bill, too. Giggling, Cathy rubbed her hand over it. He watched her titties quiver, then extended a finger and tickled her on a pick nipple.
"Oh, I go crazy when you do that!" she exclaimed, and shook her shoulders, causing her tits to wobble tautly back and forth.
His crowded cock began to throb. He wanted to get his pants off right away.
Both men were tense with excitement now. They didn't joke; they didn't even talk to one another.
Cathy helped Dick with his pants. Her eyes were alight with excitement, her face a little flushed. Several locks of her golden hair hung loose, adding to her sexy appearance.
Dick's urge to screw her was as strong as any he'd ever felt. He almost forgot that his wife was on the other bed with Bill.
Bill shucked his shorts and pants down together, and his cock bounced free. It angled slightly upward from the thick, dark bush at his loins-stubby, bald-headed, tight with passion.
Verna still had her eyes closed, but she was aware that , he would be with her in a moment-on her and in her. She couldn't help looking forward to it.
Before her marriage to Dick, she'd had one lengthy affair. She'd enjoyed the man sexually, as she enjoyed Dick; she wasn't a difficult woman to satisfy. She loved Dick, and had thought she'd never want anyone else. But when this swap situation had come up so suddenly tonight, she was surprised how excited it made her.
As Cathy and Dick worked his slacks down, his thrusting cock formed a tent-like a cannon's barrel in the front of his Jockey briefs. Cathy gazed at it. He saw that her eyes were on him, and his pecker twitched. The lubricating moisture which had seeped from its tip made a wet spot on the front of his brief. He had hardly wiggled out of his snug trousers before Cathy was gripping the shorts and pulling them down. His cock leaped out at her. It was longer than Bill's, but thinner. And, it had a foreskin.
Dick thrilled as Cathy admired his rod. At the same time he anxiously twisted, stripping his briefs all the way off. His cock bounced around in freedom and desire.
Cathy clutched it, finding the cock bone-like in its extreme hardness. Because it was thinner, it seemed harder than Bill's. She slid her hand toward its base, rolling back the velvety cover. Dick's cockhead was pink and moist. It looked clean, and the scent which rose subtly to her nostrils was fresh.
"Hurry up," she murmured, her voice betraying the urgency she felt. She lay down on her back, her tits tossing and bouncing.
Bill lay half-atop Verna, caressing her a little more, preparing to slide into the saddle. Dick was about to mount Cathy, too.
The atmosphere in the room was tense and serious; the breezy fun had gone out of the game. Everyone seemed to realize that what was about to happen would have a lasting effect on all their lives. Yet they had fallen into it so casually, so light-heartedly, as if it meant nothing more than another round of beers.
Cathy spread herself for Dick as he loomed above her. If she was a little disappointed that he hadn't kissed her pussy, she forgot that now. Her entire thought and feeling was concentrated on the impending thrust of his cock-the stroke that would split her oozing softness and fill her with the throbbing force of his passion. Her feet were drawn back against the bed, her knees up. Her lush thighs angled away, and her pink slit gaped as moisture drooled over it.
Dick felt a tightness in his throat as he gazed at her cunt a final time before the penetration. Then he gripped his prick and angled the rigid lance downward, aiming it at her gorgeous flowing hole.
He glanced once at the other bed, and saw Bill slide on top of Verna. One of her slim legs circled up and hooked itself around his back. He adjusted his position. Dick watched as Bill's hairy rump moved decisively down and forward, and he heard his wife gasp as the penetration occurred.
"Come on, baby...." Cathy purred. She reached up to embrace him.
Dick moved forward and manually fitted the head of his cock into her soft, flaring cunt. He pushed, sinking his pecker deep into her.
"Oh, my God!" she breathed.
He settled fully atop her, but remained propped on his hands in order to watch her face.
He began to screw her with long, slick strokes that went progressively deeper, until finally he was sinking his entire seven inches into her channel on every thrust. His balls bounced against her crotch; their bellies slapped.
Cathy writhed and whimpered; her breasts vibrated, the nipples sticking up very hard and straight. She tossed her head from side to side, her blonde hair spilling around the pillow.
He couldn't believe it: He was humping Bill's wife! Really fucking her!
And she was one of the warmest, softest, most exciting girls he'd ever stuck his prick into.
He was completely absorbed in the screwing. He didn't even think about Verna and Bill now.
Cathy thrilled to the sword-like quality of Dick's cock-really long and rigid, touching the very mouth of her womb each time it plunged into her. She writhed and bounced with him. She slid down on the bed a little so that he would rub her clit more firmly.
Christ! That was luscious! Heavenly!
"Please, Dick! " she heard herself moan. "Screw me and screw me."
Her plea inspired him to even more vigorous thrusts. She really liked it. He could tell. What a hot, sweet bitch she was! With every muscle in his body, he continued to ball her-stroking, sinking, pumping. His anticipation mounted and exploded as his sperm juice gushed into Cathy's expectant pussy.
On the other bed, Verna was delighted at the first entry of Bill's prick. Immediately she felt that it was thicker than her husband's. This cock stretched her wet, elastic hole more; it pressed her clit more intensely than Dick's usually did.
She started to pant, and clamped both legs tightly around Bill's back. His cock didn't reach as deeply as Dick's, making it possible for her to tilt herself up and really reach for Bill's strokes.
He moved differently from Dick, too. He didn't favor long, straight plunges as much as a stirring, grinding action with shorter strokes, keeping more of his cock inside her all the time. Verna enjoyed this change, particularly since Bill's organ was thicker than Dick's. She derived more sensation at the mouth of her slit and against her tingling clitoris.
It was beautiful. Something she had never quite experienced before.
Moaning and sobbing, she moved wildly with him.
When he realized how very much she was enjoying herself, he screwed her all the harder. Christ, what a hot wife Dick has!
Side by side, the two young men topped each other's wives, stroking and grinding their hot cocks into the women's receptive pussies. The beds creaked rhythmically and rocked back and forth.
Dick kept pumping and pumping in long, straight strokes in and out of Cathy's slick, warm cunt. Bill ground and jiggled his cock in Verna's stretched hole, maintaining intense stimulation against the nerve endings around its mouth and in her clit.
The women had their eyes closed tightly. Cathy pumped furiously with Dick, while Verna clutched Bill around the back and gyrated her cunt gently against his reaming, bobbing motion.
Cathy frequently released little moans of pleasure, but Verna became highly vocal-whimpering and sobbing, finally squealing as she came, her cunt bobbing wildly out of control.
Bill matched the action, bobbing his cock fast until he was caught by his spasm of ejaculation. He twitched repeatedly, shooting spurts of creamy come into her still-roiling cunt.
These sounds stimulated Dick to move into his final phase of screwing, bearing down and increasing the tempo of his strokes. Cathy responded, moving rapidly with him. She gasped once ... twice ... caught her breath and shrieked from both pain and pleasure. Her cunt grabbed his rod spastically and her whole body shook. He came, jerking.
They had swapped and fucked, and all had reach pleasurable fulfillment.
It was remarkable, perhaps, that each of them derived such intense pleasure from the act with each other's mates. Bill seemed to suit Verna perfectly, Dick and Cathy had been molded together.
Had fate reached down to arrange things exactly according to some cosmic plan, they couldn't have worked out better physically.
This very fact created problems of another kind, but for the moment everyone was relaxed. Soon they began to look around again, and jocularity of a free and intimate sort became the order of the evening.
CHAPTER TWO
"Man, was that good!" Bill exclaimed. "Did you kids over there have half as much fun as we did?" Grinning, he gave Verna a quick kiss on the lips. He remained atop her with his weight supported on his elbows and knees, his soft penis still in her box.
Cathy laughed softly.
"It couldn't have been any better for you two than it was for us," Dick replied. "Right, honey?" he asked the pretty blonde beneath him.
"You know it!" she exclaimed and gave him a warm, wet kiss.
"This swapping is something else! " Bill declared.
Dick was looking at the other couple. "Verna, what do you say?"
"Mmmmm! My head's still spinning around."
Cathy laughed again.
Dick pushed himself all the way up on his arms and gazed at her beautiful tits. "Baby!" he exclaimed and brushed a hand back and forth across the full, jiggly boobs.
"Jesus, how we've been wasting time for the last few weeks," Bill remarked, "when we could've been having fun like this."
Dick wanted to say that he'd had an urge to fuck Cathy right from the beginning, but he was afraid that might offend either Bill or Verna. He just grinned at the voluptuous blonde, bent and kissed her quickly, and laughed.
"Hey, I don't know about you, Verna, but I could do with a visit to the bathroom," Cathy said.
"So could I," Verna replied.
That was the boys' cue to get off and let them leave the room. Both Bill and Dick complied.
Cathy got up with a shaking of tits and giggled. She tried to push her disheveled hair into place.
Verna wore hers in a shorter, simpler style making it less of a problem. But she acted a little woozy. She'd really had a wonderful come!
Dick realized now that he'd rarely heard her respond so vocally as she had a little while before with Bill. But it didn't make him jealous. How could he be jealous when he knew he had given Cathy such a fine time, and he'd enjoyed himself so thoroughly with her?
Both men sat up and watched the nude girls wiggle into the bathroom. Cathy's ass was plumper and rounder than Verna's, but the latter's buttocks were trim and cute-each was equally attractive in her own way.
They all seemed at ease with one another now. Even Verna. The men looked at each, other as the bathroom door closed behind the giggling, whispering girls.
"Well, buddy?" Bill grinned and pushed his black hair away from his eyes.
"Shit, that was wild! " Dick said.
They laughed together.
Bill reached for a cigarette on the night table. "So, how d'you like my wife?"
"She's terrific."
"Yours isn't bad, either." Bill puffed, lighting the smoke. "Matter of fact, she's hot as hell! We really rang those chimes."
Dick didn't smoke. He just sat there, looking at Bill, but hardly seeing him. He was thinking back over the great moments when his cock was in Cathy. He sure as hell wanted to repeat the excitement, as soon as he was able.
"You know, buddy," Bill said, "this is great entertainment for married people, and it doesn't hurt a thing. What the hell's wrong with it, huh?"
"Nothing," Dick said positively. "And the girls seemed to take to it, too." He chuckled. "I was a little worried about Verna at first."
"Shit, you didn't need to worry about her! Did you see how wild she was when we got going?"
"I didn't pay a bit of attention to you two. I had my hands full with Cathy."
"She's all right, isn't she?" Bill grinned.
"She's beautiful ... and very warm. We had a great time."
While this conversation went on, the girls compared their impressions in the bathroom.
"So, how'd you like it?" Cathy asked. "Tell me the truth."
"I went kind've wild, I'm afraid." Verna looked down and laughed shyly. "Bill's a wonderful lover."
"So's your Dick. Hey, that was funny! Your dick. It was my dick tonight, wasn't it?"
"You really got there ... good?"
"Sure. Your man's got a helluva long rod on him."
"Sometimes it's a little too long for me," Verna confessed. "With Bill I could move more freely. And his thing's bigger around. Oh, we fitted just fine."
Listen to me, Verna thought. I'm talking like a regular whore!
But she didn't feel whore-like. She didn't feel as if she'd done anything wrong. Everyone had accepted it. So why shouldn't she?
The girls went about cleaning themselves up as best they could without their make-up.
"Remind me to get one of those little douche outfits that you can carry in your purse," Cathy said.
Verna got the point right away. It meant that Cathy was thinking of doing this again.
Well, why not? It had been wonderful! Verna wanted to repeat it, too.
"Say, honey, answer me a question," Cathy said in a matter-of-fact tone as she directed her attention to her own body. "Is Dick oral at all?"
"What?"
"I mean, does he go down on you?"
"Cathy!"
The pretty blonde looked at her. "Well, what's wrong with that? I had a guy do it to me once, before I was married ... and, man, it's too much! But you've had it, haven't you?"
"Huh uh," Verna replied thoughtfully.
"You mean, Dick's never...?"
"Well, has Bill?"
"No," Cathy admitted. "He's not the oral type, I guess. But I thought maybe Dick was because he spent so much time licking and sucking my tits."
Verna laughed a little in embarrassment. "We're really getting frank in the way we talk, aren't we?"
"Why not? Tits are tits. Men use that word all the time, Bill says. They hardly ever say 'breasts'. And Dick sure used it tonight." Cathy grinned. "Even you used it, if I remember correctly."
"Bill made me," Verna said with a grin as she looked down.
"Well, anyway ... what's wrong with calling a spade a spade? So Dick was never oral with you, huh?"
"No."
"Or you with him?" Cathy asked boldly.
"Of course not."
"I've always had kind of a yen to go that route with Bill, but I was afraid he'd be sore. It's funny about guys-they can be very outspoken and horny, but they can be prudish, too, about some things."
"I didn't notice that anyone was very prudish in the other room tonight," Verna said.
"It was great, wasn't it?" Cathy looked at her levelly.
"Yes, it was," Verna admitted.
The men took turns visiting the bathroom briefly after the girls came out. Then they relaxed with one another as before-Dick with Cathy and Verna with Bill. It seemed natural now. No one gave a second thought to it.
At first, they just lay in each other's arms, caressing casually, taking quick little kisses, and bantering back and forth.
"Cathy?" Bill called to his wife on the other bed. "How's old Dick as a stud? You can tell me. Nobody's listening."
Dick chuckled next to her ear and nibbled at the pink little lobe as he stroked her fine pussy hair.
"He's long," she said.
"I noticed that," Bill replied.
"Y'mean, guys notice one another's dongs?"
Everyone laughed.
"We've gotta keep track of the competition," Bill replied. "Outside of having a long handle, is Dick any good?"
"Mmm, he's scrumptious...." Cathy purred more for his benefit than Bill's and kissed him.
His hand slid up her body and closed warmly around a tit.
"Yeah, but what I want to know is-can he screw better than I do?" Bill asked.
"Oh-oh! " Dick said and laughed.
"Why don't you ask Verna?" Cathy suggested.
"Okay, I will. Baby, how does my cock compare to Dickie's, hmm?"
Cathy laughed aloud, and her titties quivered.
Verna said, "Bill, you're so filthy!" But she smiled, her eyes sparkling naughtily.
"Come on now," he said as he twiddled one of her nipples, "don't evade the issue. How does my prick compare to Dick's?"
"That rhymes," Cathy chimed up. " ... my prick compare to Dick...."
"Your prick?" Dick said, feeling her shaggy snatch. "I can't find any prick down here?"
"What do you find, baby?" she whispered.
"The sweetest little pussy I've ever felt," he whispered back.
She giggled warmly.
"That's not fair, you two," Bill announced. "We have a right to know what you're talking about. After all, you're our wife and husband."
Everyone laughed again.
It was silly, but this was all part of adjusting to the new spirit of freedom which they shared. It was stimulating to hear this kind of language tossed around openly as if it wasn't really different at all.
"I was telling your wife what a fine little pussy she has," Dick said.
Cathy giggled. Verna started to feel hot again.
"Damned right, she's got a fine pussy," said Bill. "But it can't beat Verna's cute cunt."
He started to finger it.
Verna closed her eyes and squirmed. "Oh, Bill...!"
"What's goin' on?" Dick asked as he slid a little lower on the bed to bring his mouth within range of Cathy's breasts.
"I'm fingering your wife's snatch," he answered.
"Does she like it?" Dick began to browse around one of Cathy's beige-pink nipples.
"Ask her."
"All right, you guys," Verna said. "That's enough."
"What's the matter? Don't you like to talk dirty?" Cathy asked as she giggled.
"Sure she likes to talk dirty," Dick replied, his lips grazing Cathy's titty as he talked. "When were in bed together, you oughta hear her praise my rod. She knows all the names for it, too."
"Dick, darn you!" Verna warned.
Bill kept caressing her cunt lips-gently rubbing and plucking at them, working his fingers in and out of the moist, warm envelope of flesh.
"Let's have a contest between Verna and Cathy," Bill suggested. "We'll see who runs out of names first."
"Names for what?" Cathy asked in an innocent tone.
"Oh, no! I'm not gonna give you any. You have to remember them or think some up."
"You mean, names for your thing?"
Dick was sucking her nipple, and it was hard for her to keep her mind off of it.
"Yeah, my thing," Bill said. "And that doesn't count. Thing isn't a name."
"Okay," Cathy agreed. "Who goes first?"
Dick switched from one titty to the other. His tongue lashed at the second nipple which was sleeping. Gradually it stirred and began to stand up.
"Verna, you're supposed to be the champion," Bill said. "You start it off."
"Oh, this is crazy! " She laughed.
"Go ahead, honey," Dick said, lifting his fact from Cathy's tit. He gazed at the gleaming nipple he'd been lapping.
"Well...." Verna said and laughed nervously again. "There's ... cock."
"Hey, that's a good one," Bill told her as he worked a finger into her cunt.
"Prick," spoke up Cathy.
"Okay," said Bill. "Now they get harder."
"What?" Cathy asked. "The pricks?"
Everyone laughed again.
Both men's organs were responding to the conversation and to the intimate caressing of each other's wives. Their cocks were lengthening out. It wouldn't be long at this rate before they achieved bone-hardness again.
Verna said, "Rod."
"I gave you that one just a little while ago," Dick reminded her.
"That's okay," Bill said. "It's a legitimate term. Now you, Cathy."
"Ooh, golly ... mmmm, pecker."
Bill chuckled. "Hey, I didn't know you knew that one."
"Oh, I learned that one in school," Cathy said.
"Is that what schoolgirls call them?" Dick inquired. "They call them everything! You'd be surprised."
"Come on, Verna," Bill said. He was ruffling her pussy fur.
"Organ."
"That's no good," he told her. "An organ could be anything-an eye or a nose or an ear."
"Well, darn it...." Verna complained.
"Come on, baby," Dick persuaded. "Don't be shy. You've used other names with me."
"Well ... dong."
"No fair!" Cathy chirped. "I used that one."
"But not in the game," Bill said. "Your turn."
"Shit!" Cathy exclaimed.
Everybody laughed some more.
Dick reached for Cathy's hand and carried it to his cock. "Already?" she murmured when she felt that it was hardening.
"What's the matter?" Bill asked.
"Dick's getting a hard-on already."
"Well, whatta ya think I've got?" he shot back.
Verna reached down and took hold of it. She was ready.
"Dick," Cathy announced.
"What's he doing now?" Bill asked.
"No. That's my word for cock. Dick."
"Okay," Bill said. "Your turn, Verna."
"It's getting hard now."
They laughed. Then she realized what she'd said. "I mean the words."
But she kept clutching his cock, which very definitely was hardening. It was almost stiff enough to go into her already hot box.
"Give up, Verna?" Cathy asked.
"No!" she said quickly. "Shaft."
"Hey, good!" said Bill. "Now you, Cathy."
"Oh, Jesus. Wait! I remember a joke-something about an elephant's whang. Is that all right?"
"Yeah, whang's a good word," Bill said. "Verna?"
"Peter," she said.
"That's an easy one."
"I've just about run out," Cathy announced. "Let's see ... cock, prick, pecker, dick, dong, whang, peter "Wow...." Dick whispered in her ear as his cock grew perceptibly stiffer.
"Hey, you liked that, didn't you?" she whispered back with a giggle, and she stroked the foreskin up and down on his rod.
"Nothing doing, you two!" Bill called. "Out loud!"
"Okay, okay," Dick said, and chuckled.
"Cathy, it's still your turn," her husband said.
"How about ... tool?" she suggested.
"Right! Verna?"
"Joy stick," she said.
"That's one of her favorites," Dick spoke up.
This time she joined the others in laughing about the intimate revelation. She was so hot by now that she didn't feel like protesting anything.
"Know any more, Cathy?" Bill asked.
"Yes. I just thought of one. Pole."
"Okay, Verna?"
"Tally whacker," she said.
"Didn't I tell you she had a good vocabulary?" Dick bragged.
"I'd never have thought it," Bill said and goosed her cunt with his finger.
"I give up," Cathy announced. "You're the winner, Verna."
"Mmm," she purred as she wriggled deeper into Bill's embrace. As he bent down to kiss her, her tongue rose and slithered into his mouth.
"Now you guys have a contest," Cathy said. "See which one of you knows the most names for the vagina."
"Shit, that'd be too easy," Dick replied.
"Well, shit, you just do it anyway," Cathy retorted giggling.
"Okay," Bill said. "I'll start it off. Cunt."
Dick said, "Pussy."
"Snatch."
"Box."
"Well, I guess that's all right," Dick said. "But it's not very definite."
"Hell, when I talk about a woman's ass, it's pretty goddamned definite to me," Bill said.
The women laughed.
"Be careful whose ass you talk about," Cathy warned.
"I won't talk about anybody's but yours or Verna's," he promised.
"Whose turn is it?" Dick wanted to know. "Mine?"
"Yeah, old buddy. Shoot!"
"Well, let's see ... how about furburger?"
"Furburger!" Cathy exclaimed.
"Sure. Like hamburger, you know, only with fur on it." Bill laughed. "That kinda gives you away, buddy. Hey, Cathy, has he gone down on you yet?"
She thrilled and looked at Dick.
He caught the expression on her face. Goddamn! he thought. She'd like to have me do it!
"Well, has he?" Bill pressed. "Silence is like a confession."
"No, he hasn't," Cathy said softly. But she kept looking at him alluringly.
"Your turn," Dick said to Bill.
"Shit, this is gettin' a little tough. Hmm. Meat!"
"Okay," Dick said. "Slit."
"Slot," Bill snapped back.
"Gee, I'm hearing things I never heard before," Cathy, said.
"Give up?" Bill asked.
"Never! Let's see. Crack!"
"Okay, Gash!"
"Hole," Dick shot back.
"That could mean more than one thing," Bill said.
"Like what?" Dick asked deliberately playing straight man.
"Well, there are holes and holes. Cunt holes and ... assholes."
"All right, you guys!" Verna exclaimed. She gave Bill a slap on the leg. "That's enough."
"The hell it is!" Bill retorted. "I've gotta win this. Let's see ... Oh, Jesus! I almost forgot an easy one. Twat."
"I've always thought that sounded ugly," Cathy said.
"I agree," Bill told her as he lightly fingered her flooded twat. "But it counts."
"Sure," Dick admitted. "But here's where I win the game. Quim."
"Huh?" Bill responded.
"I read it in a book."
"So that's the kind of books you read," Cathy purred at him.
"Damn it!" Bill furrowed his brow for a moment, then grinned. "I've got another one. Tall. Simple, huh?"
"Shit," Dick replied.
Cathy giggled.
Verna was writhing against Bill and pulling at his cock. She was anxious for the game to be over and for a more physical kind of fun to begin. Her sentiments were shared by the others, and by this time, inhibitions had been all but destroyed.
As Dick began to suck at Cathy's sweet tits, she bent her shoulders back and writhed against him voluptuously. She gripped his head and guided it from titty to titty as she pressed her throbbing nipples into his mouth.
Her pussy flooded when she thought about having his mouth there. She began to push at his head, seeking to shove him downward along her body.
He knew what she wanted and, God, he wanted to make her happy. He thought that perhaps he would even enjoy mouthing her cunt. But he'd never done it with any woman, so he wasn't sure just what it would be like. What if the smell or the taste became too strong for him? What if he had to stop? Would she be angry?
Hell, he was going to try!
His mouth skidded along her torso to her belly button. He clamped his lips around that and sucked. He tickled it with his tongue.
She wriggled and moaned. Every inch of her flesh seemed so vibrantly alive as he petted and kissed it. She enjoyed body kisses more than Verna did.
Cathy kept pushing at him. Mindless little sounds came from her lips. Then he kissed her on the belly, licking and sucking.
Dick grew tense with anticipation. There was a thrumming in his ear. His cock was so hard, it felt as if it might burst.
He slid farther until he was nuzzling the top of her silken, blonde fluff.
"Oh, Dick!" she cried softly. "I love it! please don't stop!"
She lifted her hips, inviting him. And she kept pushing at his head. His sense of anticipation increased.
On the other bed, Verna had swung atop Bill. She loved to take charge this way, and had often done it with Dick. His cock was so lengthy that she felt safer when she had control of the act and could control the degree and force of penetration. But it seemed like a nice way to go with Bill, too.
He didn't object; it was a welcome change for him. Cathy had never cared to get on top. The few times when he'd asked her to, she had flopped onto him with most of her weight; and it hadn't been too satisfactory.
Verna really knew how to do it. She carefully fitted her slick cunt around his upthrust prong, then proceeded to grind her snatch and slide it up and down delightfully. And since she liked to have full freedom of movement, she didn't bear down on him. Anyway, she was lighter than Cathy.
Bill found it very pleasant; and he worked with her, bumping upward into her twisting, sliding pussy. He rubbed his hand across the rigid, jutting tips of her breasts, and he took each nipple between his thumb and index finger. He pinched and rolled them as he and Verna screwed lusciously.
After awhile Bill glanced at the adjacent bed. He got a charge out of watching Dick kiss Cathy's belly. Hot damn, it looked as if the son of a gun was really going to go down on her.
Bill knew Cathy would like that. Shit, she had hinted to him enough times that she'd like to have him do it for her. But that wasn't his way to go; he didn't think it was manly.
It would be fun to watch, though. He especially wanted to watch Cathy's reactions when Dick began to lick her cunt.
Verna hovered over him on hands and knees-grinding and grinding her hot box around his upthrust, throbbing prick. She panted and moaned with delight.
It bothered Verna that he was watching the other bed so intently. She hadn't ever glanced to see what was happening there. Sight couldn't compete with touch as a medium for her arousal.
Bill watched as Dick nuzzled into Cathy's pussy hair. Cathy guided him down, moaning and murmuring. Man, she wanted it!
Bill became so mesmerized, he almost blotted out the sensations arising from his cock as Verna screwed her hot cunt around it. But their fucking furnished exactly the right accompaniment to the show he was watching.
Cathy pushed her feet against the bed, and her clit came up, reaching for Dick's mouth.
Would he chicken out, Bill wondered, now that he'd gotten so close?
As Cathy's cunt tilted up, Dick allowed his head to be pushed down until his mouth was directly on the moist, soft slit. He heard Cathy moan harshly. She clutched the back of his head and pulled it hard against her, mashing his mouth into her meat. Her smooth, warm thighs worked against his cheeks, then sprang far apart.
Dick felt as if he were drowning in her musky moisture and scent. Her cunt lips were wet against his mouth, and he could taste her juice.
He almost panicked, but his excitement was so strong that it overcame any repugnance he felt. He began to move his lips and experimentally protruded his tongue. It slid easily into her crack.
Cathy shrieked as her pussy rocked and bumped against his face.
He lost his possession of her crevice, and his mouth slid up and down on her oozing clit.
Bill gazed at the spectacle while Verna continued screwing his cock, and his excitement surged toward ejaculation. Verna was almost ready to finish too, she needed only a little stimulation on his part.
He complied by twisting and bobbing his hot cock in her. She came, crying and spasming as she ground her cunt down hard around him. Her inner muscles grabbed, and she fell forward, obscuring his view of the other bed. She kept spasming. He gripped her around the back, grunted, and jabbed his cock deep. It fountained in her pussy. Again. Again. Her muscles kept contracting around it, and she continued to moan with bliss. Her organ tapered off after Bill's ejaculation was complete, and he grew limp within her.
Dick lapped Cathy's pussy and fluttered his tongue in and out of her hot cavern. She waded and writhed beneath him. Her sweet, warm cunt flowed with honey, and Dick gobbled it lustily.
Once he had gotten started, he couldn't stop. She climaxed in his mouth and began to rise to a second, even higher peak.
Bill eased Verna off and sat up so he could watch his wife's sweet agony. She flopped about and kicked her legs wildly while Dick remained sunk between her soft, warm thighs.
As Verna followed Bill's glance to the other bed, she gasped in horror.
Bill grinned crookedly. "Look at him go at it. I guess he really knows how to please a girl."
"But he-I mean...."
Bill noted the shock and confusion evident in her attempt to speak.
"What's the matter-hasn't he ever done that with you?" he asked.
"No," she said firmly. "And I wouldn't want him to."
Bill didn't hear her. He couldn't keep his mind off the other couple.
"Christ...." he murmured under his breath.
Cathy reached her second come as Dick rooted in her garden. She shook and showered him with pussy juice. He rode her wet, bobbing cunt until the storm had quieted, then moved up over her.
His cock was painfully stiff and upthrust. The head had swelled and surged forward, pulling the foreskin back and baring the gleaming, rosy knob.
Cathy was still, her eyes were closed. Two luscious comes with a man's mouth on her pussy had been thrilling beyond words.
Dick had to be satisfied, and he ran his slick rod up her lathered cunt. It was like putting on a greased glove.
"Jesus Christ!" he groaned huskily. He ground his cock deeply within her before he began straight, hard stroking.
Bill and Verna watched Dick's bare ass rise and fall between Cathy's spread, uptilted thighs. They heard her murmur little animal-like cries.
Dick grunted and bore down harder.
Cathy bounced and cried as her eager cunt reached for each thrust of Dick's stalwart rod.
Bill watched his young wife with awe. He'd always considered her hot-a great piece of tail!-but she was outdoing herself tonight with Dick. And that bastard was giving her a ride!
Verna was similarly impressed with the other lover. They worked well together. Cathy must really have turned Dick on, to have made him kiss her between the legs. And he'd stayed down there so long! Apparently he'd enjoyed it.
Cathy and Dick pumped together, rising stroke-by-stroke toward a tumultuous climax. They reached it together, and Cathy had never felt such a warm glow of ecstasy throughout her body.
Dick groaned as the cream gushed in spurt after spurt, from the tip of his twitching prick. His balls ached. They'd really worked in the last couple of hours!
He and Cathy finally slid apart, and he rested on his back beside her.
"You two really made it!" Bill laughed, happy that they had enjoyed themselves as much as he and Verna had.
CHAPTER THREE
Ralph Horner peddled groceries and sundries from an old truck. His route wound through the back country around Sextonville, serving the various farms and some residences in town.
He hated the name Ralph, and everyone had called him Horny since his high school days, fifteen years ago. To most people, the nickname was only a joke. But to a number of women-mostly farm wives-it described Ralph Homer perfectly.
As he turned his clattering vehicle off the paved road onto a dirt driveway that bisected a field of green cornstalks, he visualized Barbara Anstetter, who lived in the small house he was approaching. She lived there with her husband, Carl, and their two young children, who were at school.
Horny's mind toyed lustfully with brown-haired Barbara's charms. He didn't have to use his imagination, only his memory, because he had toyed with Barbara in the flesh many times. He felt the familiar inner itchiness that told him he wanted to toy with her again.
When his truck broke out of the cornfield, he cast a quick glance about. Carl Anstetter and his pickup truck were nowhere to be seen. If Carl wasn't at home, Horny was going to carve himself a piece of Barbie's lush ass this morning.
He stopped his truck and got out. He was a large man with thinning, light-colored hair and blue eyes that sparkled devilishly in the morning sunlight.
The porch door was open and the screen unlatched. As silently as possible, Horny opened it, though he was sure Barbie must have heard him drive up.
"Carl? Is that you?"
The sweet-voiced query came from the kitchen. Horny stepped through the open doorway and saw Barbie standing on a stepstool, rummaging through the canned goods on the top shelf of the cabinet.
She wore a summery blue-and-white checked dress, no stockings, a flat shoes. Her waist was trim. The skirt of her dress billowed enticingly over what Horny knew to be a competent pair of hips.
"Carl...?" she said again without looking.
Horny moved closer behind her. Her ass was just below the level of his eyes. He deftly gripped her light dress and the sides and lifted it up. He gazed lustfully at her rounded, plump buttocks, sheathed in skin-tight pink briefs.
"Carl!" she squealed. "You devil!"
Then she looked down.
"Horny! Oh, God...."
He yanked down her panties and covered her ass with warm, wet kisses.
She wriggled sensuously from his touch, and his mouth skidded across the tight crack between her buttocks. She pushed her ass hard at his face, and Horny worked his impetuous tongue into the satiny crack. He flickered his tongue tip around the little orifice, and Barbie shivered in anticipation.
He backed up and snatched her off the stepstool, letting her fall across his outstretched arms. She kicked and squealed. Her skirt was bunched around her waist. He gazed at her scissoring bare thighs and the sleekness of her dark pussy hair.
Carl s due home any minute," Barbie said anxiously. "If we do it, it'll have to be a quick one."
"Don't worry, baby, I can make it quick and long." He grinned. "Where is Carl, anyway?"
"In town, but he's coming right back."
Horny bent and fastened his moist mouth to hers as he carried her into the master bedroom of the small house. She moaned as he kissed her, and fluttered her tongue against his.
Horny dropped her in the center of the bed and parted her lush legs widely. He drove at the pretty, brown bush which he'd uncovered. His thick palms pushed her curling hairs away from the enticing split of her cunt, and he mashed his mouth against the soft lips, grinding in his lips. His tongue snaked into her velvety, moist snatch.
Barbie lifted her legs and cried in delight as he lapped expertly at the luscious, pink pussy.
Her husband never did this for her. And he never kissed her on the ass. He did almost nothing but stick his long cock into her pussy and screw her.
Soon Horny would screw her too, but this screwing would be twice as good as Carl's best.
Barbie couldn't understand why sex should be so much better with Horny, because his cock wasn't particularly large. Carl was better hung. But she supposed, the size of a man's tool had little to do with its effectiveness. More important was the way he used it. Horny put a lot of feeling into the act. And Horny was Horny, but Carl was just old husband Carl!
"Eat it, lover, eat it!" she exhorted lewdly, as she writhed, pressing her hot, sweet cunt fully against his face.
Her joy juice smeared over his face. He felt he was drowning in it. His nose was in her gash, and he inhaled her musky fumes. Her satiny, warm thighs scissored against his cheeks.
He got his hands under her ass and gripped the spongy loaves of flesh. His fingertips tickled her rear crack as he tongued her palpitating pussy. He lapped the slit, in and out, along the fleshy lips, over the quivering clitty, then deeply into the slit again.
Barbie creamed copiously and feared she would climax too soon.
"Hurry up and get on me!" she demanded. "Oh, shit, Horny, stick it in."
He raised his head, grinning. "You love cock, don't you, baby?"
"Oh, yes!" she panted. "I love it, I love it! Especially yours."
He grinned harder. That was the kind of endorsement he liked to hear.
"You seem t-like my tongue pretty well, too," he observed, as he wrenched his beige pants open and pushed them down, along with his flowered boxer shorts. His erect cock leaped out to point urgently at her.
"This is the gadget I like the best! " she exclaimed. Her small hand snaked around his hard prick.
"Where do you want it?" he asked, as he climbed on top of her.
"In my pussy," she directed. "You see? I'm able to talk just as dirty as you do."
"Shit, I don't talk dirty," he corrected her. He hurriedly opened the top of her dress. "I talk sexy."
"You sure play sexy," she said. "Oh, God, what a pecker."
As she gazed at it, she slid the foreskin back and let the round, red knob pop out.
"You don't do bad, either," he said. "I like the way you skin me."
He pushed her dress down off her shoulders, exposing her white brassiere.
"I like the way you screw me, mister," she said through sultry, narrowed eyes. She enjoyed talking this way with him. She never would have dared been so bold with her husband.
He dug his hand under her to pop the hooks of her bra, then pulled the white garment down her arms, baring her average-sized tits. Barbie was an ass-girl who also had exciting legs. Ass-girls frequently had great legs, Horny had observed through the years, but one who also had great tits was a rarity.
Horny pawed at Barbie's tits, rubbing his thumbs across the emerging nipples. They thickened and began to rise as her breasts bobbed.
He gripped her boobs and teased them again, raising the enlarged nipples even higher.
Finally he lowered his face and gobbled up one of the nubs. As he sucked and chewed on it, Barbie pulled at his throbbing prick, directing it toward the yawning, rosy chasm between her thighs.
"Come on, Horny...." she begged. "Screw me! I really need it. Drive this pecker deep inside me and make me come!"
He pulled his mouth off her tit, letting it bob away wetly, and he adjusted his position for the stroke of entry. Barbie tilted his shaft so that its tip received the moist kiss of her cunt lips.
He pushed, and his cock sank six inches into her eagerly receptive warmth.
"Oh yes!" she hissed. "That's the prick I love! Give it to me hard and fast! We've gotta finish before Carl gets home."
He screwed Barbie hard, working his virile stick into her as deeply as it could reach-grinding, stroking, grinding. He carefully kept his cock-against her love tip, letting her feel every nuance of his motion.
He held himself up on his arms watching her face while they humped. Her furry pussy wrenched around his pistoning, churning prick. Her belly button winked up at him. Her titties quivered, and her face was twisted with passion.
He fucked her with all his might, bringing a sharp cry of pleasure from her lips and increasing the tempo of her hip action. They raced each other for the passion prize.
Before unleashing his final, frenzied burst, Horny lowered his belly snugly against hers. His shirt buttons jabbed her chest, but the pain only added to her desire.
He balled her intensely, and Barbie broke into sobs as she approached her climax. He kept pumping as she came. Her whole body shook, and her pussy grabbed at his plunging cock.
He jerked and planted his liquid fire deeply in her bouncing belly.
"Oh, my God!" she moaned as her cunt greedily accepted his burning semen.
He lay against her and let his meat soften in her box.
"Old Carl doesn't do like that, does he?" Horny grinned, brushing her brown hair away from a damp cheek.
"He isn't old," she said defensively. "He's younger than you are."
"But he can't screw as good, can he?" Horny pressed.
"I don't know. Don't ask me. Now, get off. Hell be home any minute."
Horny didn't mind that she was brushing him off, now that she was satisfied. He knew he'd given her more pleasure than Carl ever did.
As he pulled his cock from her cream-soaked cunt, it made a wet, sucking sound.
She gazed at the red, meaty thing that swung, glistening, as he climbed off her.
"Hurry up and get dressed," she demanded. "You don't know how jealous Carl is."
"I know Carl. He's a great guy, and he likes me. He don't suspect us of messin' around."
"He sure would if he caught you with your pants off! Anyway, my thing's dripping."
Horny chuckled as he straightened his clothes. "When you're hot, you call it a pussy. After you're satisfied, it's just a thing."
"My vagina, then," she corrected. "God, if I were to say pussy in front of Carl, he'd have a fit."
"You mean, he never talks to you that way?"
"Of course not."
"What does he say when he wants a piece?"
She was getting up and gathering her underwear. " 'How about it, honey?' " she quoted her husband.
"What do you say to him?"
"'Yes'. I always say 'yes'."
"Lucky Carl," Horny said with a grin.
Barbie shook her pink pants in front of her and was about to step into them.
"Oh, I'm too wet," she said. "I'm gonna have to clean up before I get dressed."
She whisked her dress and slip off, exposing her charms again.
He gazed at her, grasped her by the arm, and swung her down onto the bed.
"Horny!" she cried. "We positively can't!"
"The hell we can't! " he growled, and started chewing at her mouth as his hand weaved into the warm, wet canyon of her thighs. His fingertips traced her hot, slick lips.
Gradually her legs inched farther apart. Soon they were wide open and he played with the folds of her cunt.
Horny had a lot of stops to make on his route today, and he needed all the money he could make. But money wasn't the most important thing in the world to Horny. He had the most important thing right now-pussy. Not just Barbie Anstetter's pussy, but pussies in general, and everything that went with them.
He dug his hand deeper into the soft V of Barbie's thighs until his middle finger contacted her puckery asshole. He tickled it, and she writhed.
"That drives me nuts! " she exclaimed.
"You drive my nuts nuts," he told her.
"Let's see." Her hand came up under his nut sack and held the precious dangling balls.
Renewed vitality surged into Horny's pecker, and it began to stiffen.
Barbie pulled her hand away. "We can't do it again, you rooster! " she shrilled. "Carl will show up and catch us for sure.
"Screw Carl," he retorted softly, and rolled her onto her stomach.
He wrapped his large hands around her buttocks, his thumbs extending under the plump mounds and his fingers running upward along their flanks. He shook the fleshy globes back and forth.
"Oh, Horny...." she purred. "I feel so loose."
He ran his hands over her ass several times. The soft, rubbery flesh clung to his fingers. He enjoyed the way her buttocks quivered tautly.
He placed his fingertips in the groove between the soft mounds, and pulled them apart. There was her alluring asshole, exposed to his view.
"Horny ... you devil! " she shrieked.
He lowered his face to the little pink star that nestled between Barbie's cream-colored cheeks. It puckered excitedly as he approached.
When she felt his lips burrow into her crack, her excitement surged. Horny's tongue tip pushed at the sensitive, elastic flesh. Her asshole muscles spasmed.
Horny sucked at her hole gently and worked his tongue in and out.-Barbie jammed a finger between her teeth to keep from screaming for joy. His saliva trickled into her ass, softening and lubricating the passage until the little hole was ready, to accommodate a jabbing prick.
He moved forward, over her.
"Horny!" she cried. "Oh, God, if Carl comes now...."
He tilted his prick against the quivering ring of wet, rubbery flesh. He worked the tip of his cock inside, then shoved straight and hard.
With a cry of pain and pleasure, Barbie received him. The head of his cock plunged in, then an additional inch of his bone-hard shaft entered her pulsating rectum.
He pulled back an inch, pushed in slightly deeper, pulled back and pushed in again, going carefully but firmly-spearing her ass more deeply with every lunge. She sobbed and writhed. Her white buttocks twisted against his balls and wiry bush.
Growling, Horny bore into her ass with delight. He'd buggered her before, and he knew she liked it.
As their excitement mounted, he moved harder and more rapidly. He was really screwing her asshole now, pumping in and out.
But it was so much snugger and more grabby! Man, feel the way it spasmed!
With his left hand Horny fingered her clitoris, manipulating the little nubbin and the lips of her cunt. His other hand slid forward, under her body, and grasped a tit. He twisted the taut nipple.
He ass bumped against his plunging pelvis. Ripples of pain ran through her. She bawled into the pillow.
Horny moved faster and harder in her rectum. The continuing contractions of her sphincter muscles finally set him off. He bucked and spurted, his come mingling with the contents of her bowels.
Just as he was pulling his satisfied, limp cock out of Barbie's quivering asshole, her husband drove up. Both lovers heard the rumble of his pickup truck and the sharp sound of its brakes.
"Oh, God! " she cried. "There he is."
She scrambled off the bed.
Horny snatched up her discarded panties and used them to wipe his shaft. Then he pulled his shorts and pants up.
"Smooth the bed! " she whispered sharply, as she took off for the bathroom, clutching her clothes.
Horny dropped her panties into a wastebasket and covered them with a fistful of Kleenex. He smoothed the bed quickly, did the same with his hair in front of the dresser mirror, and walked out to the living room.
He was standing there with a grin on his fleshy face when Carl Anstetter walked in.
"How are you, you old pelican? " Carl greeted him with a smile. "I saw your truck out front. Where's Barbie?"
"Had to go to the sand box," Horny said. "Hey, Carl ... I'm glad you showed up. Heard a new story yesterday. There was these two guys...."
When Barbie entered the living room, feeling self-conscious, guilty and sore, her husband and Horny were laughing together like a pair of cronies. She relaxed.
"Hi there, baby," Carl said, and moved over beside her. He ran his arm around her waist.
She panicked for a moment, fearing he might detect the absence of a panty elastic at her middle, but he didn't notice.
"Well, how's the wife and family?" Carl asked Horny.
"The wife's pregnant again," Horny said. "She just found out."
"No kidding! You hear that, baby?" he asked his wife. "They don't call this boy Horny for nothing." He chuckled.
Barbie smiled weakly. "Congratulations," she said.
"How many's that gonna be?" Carl asked the other man.
"Seven ... if everythin' turns out all right. But I don't know how I'm gonna take care of 'em all, what with prices the way they are these days."
"I know what you mean. Well, where are your samples?" Carl looked around.
"They're in the kitchen."
"We'll give you a little business," Carl said. "Honey, what do you need?"
She didn't need a thing now. Not any more. Except maybe some cream to soothe the burning in her behind.
Why had she let him bugger her?
She knew the answer even before she asked herself. She let him do it because she loved it. She loved that ... and the tonguing ... and the screwing. She loved everything Horny did.
She loved it so much that it made the guilt worthwhile.
CHAPTER FOUR
Late that afternoon when Horny showed up at the neat little bungalow of Bill and Cathy Kenyon, the sexy blonde met him at the door.
Before, Horny had repelled her with his wise grin and insinuating remarks. He'd made an open pass at her twice, but she hadn't let him get to first base.
She was seeing the whole world differently now-after the exciting swap romp the previous night with Dick and Verna.
I wonder how it would be with him? Would he make love to me with his mouth, the way Dick did?
Cathy feared she was falling for Dick. She knew it wasn't right. Bill was a good man, and they had great plans for the future. And she still loved him. Maybe he wasn't quite the lover Dick was, but he was her husband.
Perhaps a sex romp with a different man was what she needed to neutralize her attitude toward Dick and get her marriage back on an even keel. Before she was married, she'd found that the best way to put out a torch for one guy was to jump into the sack with another.
Horny interpreted Cathy's new warmth as a sign that she was available, and he made his move. He ran his arm around her waist and pulled her snugly against him.
"Hey ... wait a minute! " she protested, but laughed as she did. "What's the idea?"
"The idea, baby, is that I'm hot for you. Come on ... let's swing with it, huh? Your hubby'll never know."
Dick Taylor pulled his car into Bill's gas station. An assistant started toward the pumps, but Bill headed him off.
"I'll take care of this one," he called back.
"Hi, old buddy," Dick said, climbing out of his car.
"Hi, Dick. Fill it up?"
"Sure."
Bill grinned as he poked the gas nozzle into the tank. "We really had a ball last night, huh?"
"You can say that again."
"Did Verna give you any static about it after you got home?"
"No. She was a little quiet, though." Dick laughed and added, "I think that was just because she was bushed."
"Are you tryin' to say I wore her out?" Bill asked with a confident grin.
"Could be. I think she had a good time."
"So did Cathy, from all appearances." Bill looked at his friend wisely.
"You watched us pretty closely, huh?"
"Well, I couldn't help it. You know. That's part of the game."
"Sure." Dick cleared his throat and dragged a toe tip against the concrete driveway. "I, uh, didn't mean to do everything I did. But when I saw how Cathy wanted it ..."
"Yeah, she's always been hot for that kind of treatment. I've never given her any, and I guess she's been frustrated."
"That's the first time I really did it, too, if you can believe that."
"Cathy thinks we oughta get together again, but at our place this time. It won't cause any stir, as long as you and Verna leave before it gets too late. Who'll know what's going on inside the house."
"Sure. I suppose that's right."
"It's safer than a motel, actually. You and Verna would like to swing with us again, wouldn't you?"
"I sure as hell would," Dick admitted. "And I think Verna would, too. I'll talk to her about it."
"Shit, we're too good friends-all of us-to let anything happen that'd break up our marriages. And, it's a helluva lot safer to play around this way than for a husband to step out on his wife."
"I agree," said Dick.
Bill continued to hold the gas hose, and he looked down at the tank. "I never realized it before, but I guess wives get itchy, too. Even nice, respectable wives like Verna and Cathy. This swapping's as good for them as it is for us."
"That's the way I look at it," Dick told him.
"The one thing we've gotta agree on, though, is that there won't be any monkey business on the side."
"You know me," Dick said.
"Okay, buddy. You've got my word on it, too."
Bill put out his hand. Dick grasped it, and they shook. After he'd paid for the gas and headed back toward the feed store, Dick let his mind dally with the luscious Cathy. Christ, what a piece she was! Bill could use Verna any time, in exchange for giving him a crack at Cathy.
"Horny! Oh, God! Lick it ... EAT it!"
Horny had Cathy in bed on her back, fluttering his educated tongue at her clitty and in and out of her slit. Her pants lay on a chair beside the bed, and her skirt and slip were bunched at her middle.
She writhed voluptuously and lifted her cunt to his tongue thrusts.
After Horny had licked her cunt thoroughly, he opened her thighs completely and swabbed his tongue downward from her pussy. Cathy realized that he was headed for her asshole.
Oh, Christ! Oh, God! This was the wildest!
But he stopped too soon for her to climax.
"Open your blouse," he demanded huskily. "Let's see your titties."
"Oh, yes!"
She worked frantically at her own clothes while he pushed his shorts and pants down to his knees. She got her blouse open and unhooked her bra. He yanked it up around her neck, letting her luscious tits bob free.
He fell forward atop her, but didn't let his cock connect with her pussy. He pawed at her tits and smeared his wet mouth across them, sucking and pulling at the nipples.
"Oh, honey," Cathy moaned.
She needed his prick. Her cunt felt like it was on fire.
He moved deftly, catching the tip of his cock in her little crevice. Then he bore down and forward, sinking the entire tool.
How sweet it was to hear this command from such delightful, previously untouchable lips!
He filled her order precisely, grinding his hot cock and stroking it in and out. Humping. Balling. Jazzing. Screwing.
Cathy responded beautifully, moving her organ with his. Her ass hung above the mattress as she braced her feet against the bed. She rotated her pelvis, and he stroked and rotated with her.
They surged-thrust by thrust, twist by twist-toward the pinnacle at the top of the hump.
Cathy reached her climax first, her pussy clasping his cock as she came. Then Horny let loose, jerking and emptying his warm cream into her swollen well.
She collapsed, falling limp beneath him.
He pushed himself up, grinned, and got off.
Cathy let herself go the night before with Dick, when his wife and her husband were in the same room. Now she was giving herself to peddlers!
I'm nothing but a slut!
"Get out of here," she snapped at him. "My husband'll be home pretty soon."
"Don't you wanta buy anything?" he drawled. "You seemed pretty interested in some of my stuff, a little while ago.
"I just want you to leave."
He pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. "Okay. I never hang around when I'm not wanted any more. But I'll be back ... when you're in a warm mood again."
"No! Don't ever come back. What we did was wrong. I'll never do it again."
He grinned at her.
Verna Taylor fiddled with a magazine. She was restive and couldn't settle down to read. She had been all right earlier in the day while she forced herself to keep busy with housework. But now she had time on her hands, and her mind was running in the wrong channels.
She was sorry Dick had called her and suggested they go out to dinner. She knew he was trying to be nice, but if she'd had dinner to prepare at home, she could have kept her mind off other things-things like Bill Kenyon and his cock.
God, how he'd used that tool last night! And what fun it had been to straddle his supine form and screw herself silly on his wonderful, upthrust rod!
Dick didn't like her to do that. And Dick's shaft was so long that she couldn't move freely when he got on top and powered it in. She was never able to really let herself go, the way she had with Bill.
What had they let themselves in for with that silly swapping?
Yet she couldn't honestly say she was sorry. She'd enjoyed herself a great deal, and she secretly hoped Dick and the Kenyons would want to swap again.
Verna visualized her husband bending between Cathy's thighs, kissing and sucking at Cathy's slippery pussy.
What if Dick tried to do that with her? Could she stand it or would she have to reject him? And if she rejected him, how would he react?
Verna knew she should put her foot down and say, no more swapping. But could she be that strong, when she wanted it as much as Dick or the Kenyons?
She heard a distinctive auto horn at the curb. Darn, there was that dirty Ralph Horner. She didn't want to buy anything from him today. She didn't even want to talk with him.
Verna walked to the door and opened the screen. "We don't need anything, Mr. Homer!" she called.
"Okay, Miz Taylor!" he yelled back with a grin. "Thank you!
That man was a cunt hound, Dick once told her, shocking her with the term. She wondered what a woman could see in him. Well, she supposed it was possible to become so depraved that one would have sex with anybody.
She wondered if swapping would turn her into that kind of person.
No. Never. She wouldn't let it.
But she was already dreaming wistfully about the next swap date ... about Bill Kenyon's cock in her cunt, and the new thrills which she hoped would even top the ones he'd already given her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Two days later Horny waved to the solidly-built young man who leaned on his shovel in the middle of the bean field, watching over its irrigation. Near the back door of the green, two-story house, he paused momentarily to pat a little girl on her golden head and pass a friendly comment to her twin brother as the two pre-schoolers made mud pies.
"Hello, Mr. Homer."
He looked up to see their mother, blonde Inga Miller, standing on the other side of the screen door.
"How many times have I told you t'call me Horny?" he said with a broad grin. "Everybody does."
"We don't need anything today, Mister Homer," she said pointedly.
"Aw, come on. You can always use a new broom or some potholders. Or how about doin' your grocery shopping now, so you won't have t'drive into town?"
"I like going to town." She looked at him levelly.
I'd sure as hell like to go to town with her! Horny thought.
He moved very close to the screen. He said softly, "You're pissed off at me for actin' the way I did last time, huh?"
"Shut your foul mouth! " she snapped softly.
He chuckled. "Lemme in, Mrs. Miller. I'll demonstrate a new corkscrew I've got here in my sample case. It's a beauty." He winked.
"Get out of here."
"Now, that ain't no way to talk," he said. Horny opened the screen door and walked into the kitchen.
"Jim's right out there in the field," she warned, backing away from the door.
"Yeah, I saw him, tendin' his friggin' beans."
"Will you stop using words like that!" she demanded.
"I've told you...."
He pulled the voluptuous young woman into his arms. Horny's lips sealed themselves to Inga's, and his hand caressed her springy buttocks through her clothes.
Of all the women on his route whom he hadn't yet gotten into, she was the one he most wanted to fuck. He would lie in bed at night thinking about her, even after screwing his own wife. He would visualize her big, full titties in the nude. Christ, they'd be even prettier than Cathy Kenyon's, he imagined. He wondered if the hair on Inga's pussy was blonde like Cathy's.
She struggled for the first few moments after his lips came into contact with hers, but his strong arms held her firmly. Her boobs compressed into hard masses against his unyielding chest. Her belly agitated against his cock and balls.
As she felt his cock begin to swell and stiffen, the fight went out of her. Her lips quivered and kissed back. His tongue forced its way into her honeyed mouth, and his hand pulled her skirt and slip up at the back.
Fondling her ample ass through her skin-tight, nylon panties brought Horny's prick up as far as it could go against the constriction of his clothes and the pressure of Inga's warm belly.
Her tongue went wild with his. Her warm breath struck his cheek in rapid bursts. He tasted her sweet saliva.
Horny's hand delved into her pants and caressed her satiny buttocks. His middle finger wormed its way deeply into her crack and under to the hairy bunch of softness toward the front.
This was the first time he'd ever touched her twat. Damn, but it felt good!
He tried to reach farther and get into the slit, but she pressed her thighs tightly together, trapping his hand where it was and making it impossible for him to move it.
Obviously, he needed to adopt a different approach.
He pulled his hand out, letting the waist elastic of her panties snap back to place and her skirt drop. He kept kissing her, and she continued to return the kisses heatedly. Horny slid his hand to her chest and began unbuttoning her housedress.
She tried to struggle, but he already was inside the dress, cupping a brassiered titty. He could feel her nipple bunching on the other side of the cloth.
He reached around to her back, inside the dress, and released the bra hooks.
Inga pulled her mouth from his. "Are you crazy?" she whispered. "Jim might come in."
Horny paid no attention, but merely pulled up her bra, letting both ripe titties bounce out. He filled a hand to overflowing with one of the luscious mounds, and he ground his palm against the stiffening nipple. It came up thick and taut. He worked at it as she moaned passionately, her lust lower lip hanging. Her white teeth glistened.
"Come on, baby," he said. "When are you gonna let me get into you?"
"You bastard," she hissed.
He squeezed her big titties forward between his fingers and thumbs and visually drank in the beauty of their jutting, thick nipples.
Jesus, but they were large and rosy! She had the coloring of a true blonde, all right.
"Lemme screw you now," he begged. "Jim'll never know."
She tore herself out of his grasp and backed away, her tits swinging. She struggled to restore her clothes.
Horny stood there with his prick making a huge tent in the front of his pants. "Tell me when," he said. "I'll meet you in town."
"You son of a bitch, let me alone."
"Mom-eee! " one of the children called from outside.
"Yes, dear?" Inga replied in a shaky tone.
"What are you yelling for?" the little girl asked.
"It's all right, darling. Go on with your playing."
She glared at Horny. "Now you get out of here, do you understand? If you ever come to this place again, I'll tell Jim what you've been trying to do."
"Yeah?" He grinned. "And will you tell him how you've acted every time I put my hands on you? Anyway, hell know you encouraged me. He knows what a tease you are, with those big, juicy tits."
"Get out."
"Okay ... okay."
His cock was calm by the time he left the house.
Jim was walking along the dirt road toward the house when Horny drove by, on his way off the ranch.
"Did my wife buy out your whole stock, as usual?" Jim called.
"She didn't want anything this time," Horny said. "But I'll be back."
"You do that." Jim grinned and threw him a wave as the truck lurched forward.
The young farmer had no sooner entered the house before his wife threw herself into his arms.
She panted, "Let's go into the bedroom."
"Baby!" he exclaimed in surprise. "What in hell brought this on?"
"Nothing. I just want you." She grinned tensely. "Can't a wife get a sudden urge for the man she's married to?"
Jim thought it was mighty peculiar that she should greet him this way, since she'd been perfectly calm when he'd left the house a couple of hours before. But he didn't draw any connection between this sudden change in her attitude and the fact that Horny had just been there.
He was thrilled to have Inga throw herself at him. Five years of marriage hadn't dulled his passion for this voluptuous, warm-blooded female who was his wife.
So he went with her into the bedroom, murmuring only that she should let him wash up first.
"I want you now-just the way you are," she replied.
He locked the bedroom door, then began pulling off his clothes.
Inga was way ahead of him. She was already down to her bra and panties. As she whipped her bra off, her big tits bobbed, the nipples sticking up. And her ass lurched in desire.
"Goddamn, you're sure excited!" he said, gazing at her breasts. His mouth watered.
She skinned her white nylon pants down from her hips, baring her beautiful golden bush, and bent as she pulled the panties off her feet. Her breasts swooped and hung quivering. They looked even bigger than usual when they dangled like that. They wobbled sexily with her exertions.
By the time Jim got his pants off, his circumcised cock was standing up, its plump head poking out through the fly of his boxer shorts. Inga gazed at it, her lips quivering. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her fingers dug into his hairy thighs, and she emitted a passionate growl.
"Baby! " he croaked. "Jesus ... you don't have to."
But he didn't say any more. She already had his smooth, plum-like peckerhead in her mouth and was laving it wildly with her tongue. She sucked excitedly on his prick as her hand caressed the congested balls she'd lifted out of his shorts. He tangled his hands in her hair and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. He held her head and guided it in the rhythm he desired as his tool began to bob. Her mouth slid moistly up and down on his quivering cock.
He pulled his prick away from her. It bobbed, trailing saliva.
"Let's get onto the bed," he suggested.
"You first," she demanded, as she sprang to her feet. "I want to be on top."
He got rid of his shorts and socks, then lay down. She came to him, first crawling on her knees onto the bed. Her lush titties swayed.
As she threw a leg over his bristling loins, her cunt opened wide. He gazed at the yawning, wet redness, and his cock jerked in anticipation.
Her circling twat caught the tip of his pecker deftly, then dropped to sheath the entire length of his stalk. He was surrounded by her moist heat, pressing in softly from all sides.
"God, that's great! " he approved huskily.
She began to screw her cunt round and round on his upstanding prong, bobbing at the same time. Her titties bounced, the nipples canting erotically skyward. Her golden hair swung from side to side.
His happy hands toured her wriggling, posting form. He rubbed her thighs and hips, and grabbed at her tossing titties. He clutched and squeezed her lush ass.
Jim placed a hand where their bodies were joined and felt his hard cock being alternately submerged in her cunt, then nearly relinquished, only to be happily swallowed up again. He felt the rubbery, ragged lips of her pussy as they gobbled at his rod. He stroked her clitoris with his thumb, giving it double excitement.
Inga began to screw wildly, throwing herself in all directions. The inside of her pussy was a greased sleeve for his cock, and the sleeve kept twisting as he glided up and down inside it.
Jim gripped her tits hard and squeezed them like gigantic bulb horns as he climaxed. She bucked and bounced in her ecstatic spasm of completion.
"Daddy ... Mommy ... what you doing?"
"Nothing, dear," Inga called. "Well be out in a minute."
"Kids!" Jim complained, but he grinned. "Feel better now?"
"Much," she murmured, and kissed him.
As Horny drove away from the Miller place, his thoughts were filled with two conflicting needs-cunt and money.
He needed a cunt in which to work off the excitement he had carried away from the Miller farm. But if he spent any more time fooling around today, he wasn't going to break even, much less make a profit.
Too bad a man couldn't find a line of work that would let him get all the strange pussy he wanted ... and money, too. Horny had never heard of a job like that. In sticking with his rural sales route, he had decided long ago that pussy came first with him.
He thought about Cathy. If he couldn't have Inga today, Cathy Kenyon was the next best thing. He'd screwed her once, and that had been good enough to call for an encore.
She'd made some silly statement about never doing it with him again, and he wanted to make her eat those words. He believed she would.
Horny didn't honk his horn when he drove up, as he did in front of most customers' homes. Instead, he parked and walked to the front door. He rang the bell.
Cathy was at home. She started for the door, recognized Horny through the glass, and stopped in her tracks.
She and Bill had another swap date with the Taylors the following night. For the last day or so, she'd been able to think about nothing but fucking Dick again.
Horny rang the bell again.
Why should she hide from him? she asked herself. It was better to have things out.
She opened the door and said curtly, "I don't want anything today."
He grinned. "Are you sure about that, baby?"
"I'm very sure."
He smacked his lips as he looked at her. "Y'know, I sure could do with a cup of coffee."
She glared at him, then relented. "Oh, all right. But as soon as you've had your coffee, you'll have to leave."
"Sure, baby."
He entered the house.
She didn't want to go to bed with this peddler. Not again. But he was insistent, and she couldn't forget the pleasure he'd given her the last time. Still, it was Dick's cock that she wanted.
Horny cajoled and tried to paw her. She kept shrugging him off and telling him no. He wouldn't take that for an answer. His balls were congested, and his cock itched for a juicy, warm cunt.
When he insisted, Cathy ordered him out.
He blinked at her, and his face sobered. "Now listen, baby ... you had a ball last time. Don't tell me you didn't. And that wasn't the first time you cheated on your husband, if I'm any kind of judge. So just don't go gettin' so all-fired high and mighty with me."
"I never cheated on Bill before!" Cathy stoutly maintained.
"You tryin' to tell me that a hot chick like you never had another man since you was married?"
"I said I never cheated."
This made Horny squint. She was getting at something, but he wasn't sure what it was.
He kept pressing. And the more he insisted, the more confused Cathy became. She did want him in a basic, physical way-yet she knew she mustn't give in. It was all right to have Dick. Her husband approved of that. But an affair with Horny was forbidden ... and cheap. Think of what it made her!
"Come on, baby, just a quick one," Horny pleaded as he slobbered around her neck. She tried to fight his hand away, but it broke through her defenses and clamped onto a bulging breast.
"Goddamn you!" she suddenly exclaimed. She fought savagely to get away from him.
"Who you kiddin', baby?" he chortled as he held onto her. "You want it. Hell, you need it!"
"I don't need a damned thing from you!" she exploded. "I can get all I want another way."
"And just how's that?" He grasped her breast again and punished it with his fingers as they swayed back and forth, grappling.
She would tell him, she decided suddenly. That would get him off her back.
"Bill and I are having swap dates with another couple," she explained.
Horny let go of her and backed up. "Y'mean you go to bed with the other husband, while your husband screws the other guy's wife?"
"That's a crude way of putting it," Cathy said haughtily. She smoothed her clothes. "But you're correct."
"Who's the other couple?"
"I won't tell you. Now, get out of here."
"Swap dates, huh? By golly. That's a cute idea."
"We didn't think it up. Everybody's swapping these days. Haven't you heard?"
"I haven't heard of it happenin' around Sextonville."
"Maybe nobody else does it around here-I don't know. But we do. And listen ... I don't want you telling anybody else about this, understand? 'Cause if the word gets out, I'll know where it came from; and I'll set my husband onto you."
"Don't worry, baby," Horny said. "I'm the most discreet guy in the world."
CHAPTER SIX
Horny had something to ponder as he drove away.
But the old problem was still bugging him, and it had to be taken care of.
He headed for a farm where he hadn't paid a visit in over a month. The Davidsons lived there, and they were gradually going broke. Hank Davidson was no farmer, and he had used poor judgment in the choice of his crops. Recently he'd been forced to take a job in town, which left his attractive wife at home alone during the days. And Alice Davidson had confided to Horny, the last time he was there, that Hank's troubles with the farm had affected their sex life.
"He can hardly get his thing up any more," she'd said. "He figures its a sign of weakness that he isn't making the farm pay off, and since he's weak in one way, I guess he feels he has to be weak in every way. I don't know. A psychiatrist would have to explain it. But the fact is, I haven't had a good loving from him in months."
Horny had promptly solved her sex problem, and she'd loved it. That wasn't the first time, but it was one of the best. And Alice was more appreciative than he'd ever seen her. She had wanted to run away with him that day.
Ever since, Horny had passed up the Davidson farm. He didn't want to break up anybody's marriage, especially his own.
But this was an unusual day, and the Davidson farm was handy. Anyway, he rationalized, Alice had probably given up her silly notion of running off with him.
He drove into the modest farmyard and brought his battered truck to a stop in front of the house. The Davidsons' dog yapped at him.
He waited in the truck for a while, thinking Alice might ' appear. She didn't Finally he got out, held his hand out to the mongrel, and spoke a few words to him.
The dog stopped barking, walked up to him and licked his hand. A great watchdog, he thought.
He walked to the house and called through the screen. "Alice...?"
She was a small, pretty woman with dark-brown hair and large eyes. Her mouth was her most appealing feature, lush and soft.
"So, you're back," she observed.
He grinned. "How are you?"
"What do you care?"
"Now, baby...."
"I don't have the money to buy anything," she said.
"Who's selling? Let me in, huh?"
"No."
"What do you mean, no?"
"It's a simple word. N-0. It means I don't want anything you have to offer." She turned to leave.
"How's Hank?"
She stopped, but didn't turn to face him.
"Are you two gettin' along pretty good?"
His gaze caressed her compact ass in the snug slacks she wore.
"Does Hank still think of himself as a weak man?" Horny asked.
He could tell that she was struggling with her desire. She wanted to let him into the house ... and into her body. But she felt he had cheapened her before and would do so again.
"You're a mighty sweet woman, Alice. I tried to stay away because I knew you were the kind who was serious. But I couldn't forget you. I need you as much as you need me.
She turned to face him. He saw the hunger in her eyes.
"Let me in, huh?" he pleaded softly. "We have a right to be together. Nature gives us that right."
She opened the door.
Five minutes later they lay nude on her bed. Horny's big prick was up, and her hand was on it, teasing it to even greater fullness and strength.
His hand covered her furry mound, his middle finger delving between the folds of flesh. He slid his finger in and out, up and down the elastic lips of her pussy.
She caressed his balls and tickled the swollen head of his cock. He thought he might get her to eat him if he tried, but he wasn't interested in drawing out the game today. He had to make a couple of sales before the afternoon was over.
Alice was ready to accept his cock within her happy hole, and he swung atop her. Her legs fanned as widely apart as she could get them. Her small hands formed a funnel for his prick, the fingertips pointing down into her rosy chasm, holding its lips open.
He gazed into the pulsating pocket of moist flesh, then dropped forward to let his prick sink slickly into her yearning pussy. He ground his cock deeper into her cunt.
"Oh, that's good! " she moaned.
"Damn right."
He screwed her slowly at first, but she needed hard, jabbing thrusts. She wanted to feel his stiff cock dancing in her cunt-fucking, bopping, banging her wildly.
She encouraged him with quick movements of her lithe hips, and she clamped her teeth onto the flesh of his upper arm. As she bounced beneath him, he pumped more rapidly in and out of her hot, wet well.
"Oh, yes! " she cried. "Do it! Do it! Give it to me."
Their bellies slapped together. The bed creaked below them.
Horny's prong speared her powerfully, time after time, and she devoured each virile thrust.
The balloon of his lust grew larger and fuller. Every stroke of his cock into her pussy was like a new breath of air into the bubble. He stroked harder and faster, eagerly seeking the release he needed.
Alice bobbed her hips with his. She panted and moaned. Suddenly she shrieked and arched herself, forcing him deeper than he had yet gone. She opened herself to the very core.
She throbbed, and Horny finished explosively, his flesh-gun blasting into her belly, spurting his liquid fire deep within.
"Hank used to make love to me like that," she murmured, fondling Horny's limp cock.
"Maybe all he needs is a boost for his ego," Horny suggested. "You could give him that."
"How?" she asked, looking at him with her large, soulful eyes.
"Have you gone down on him lately?"
"What?"
"You know what I mean."
"Are you trying to tell me I should put my mouth on his ..."
"Prick," Horny finished for her.
"No! I couldn't."
"Why not?"
"Because it would make me sick."
"How do you know? Have you ever tried it?"
"I just know," she said.
"Funny. That's what most gals say before they suck their first cock. But very few of 'em get sick."
"Don't talk like that."
"Aw, come on now. If you and I can lie here buck naked, I guess we can say anything to one another. No kidding, haven't you ever blowed a guy?"
"What?"
"Blowed a guy. Gone down on him. Sucked his dick."
"No. I haven't."
"Want to try it and see what it's like?"
"Now? With you?"
"Why not?"
"Well, you've just had me, for one thing. Your ... organ is...." She pushed the foreskin back and looked at it.
"Gooey, huh?" he said. "Well, don't let that bother you.. It adds to the flavor.'-'
"I couldn't stand it."
"Don't be too sure. Try. Just put your lips around it." She looked down at his dong as if it were a worm he'd asked her to swallow.
"If you do it for your husband, he'd appreciate it. It'd convince him he's as attractive to you as ever. He'd feel like a stud again. I'll guarantee you, his prick wouldn't have any trouble gettin' stiff after that."
"Really?"
"Guaranteed."
"I still don't think I can."
He sat up. "Here, lemme show you how it's done." He placed his hands around her head.
"Don't," she murmured.
"Yeah. I'm going to. Not because I want it so bad, but because I wanta help you patch up your marriage. Wives who suck cock don't have impotent husbands."
He shoved her head down into his naked lap, and her lips mashed against his flaccid dick. She froze. She didn't try to sit up, but she didn't open her mouth.
"Take it," he ordered. He gripped her head.
Her mouth inched open. His cock was already growing with her mouth against it.
"Lick the head," he told her, believing this would encourage her to take the whole rod into her mouth.
She slowly put her tonguetip out and touched his corona. She drew back.
"Really lick it;" he said. He kept holding her.
Her tongue came out again, this time sliding over the head of his cock. It swelled. She licked it more thoroughly. His staff was hardening, the cockhead coming up.
The process fascinated her; she began to lick more avidly, up and down, across the folds of pink foreskin and over the skinning, fragrant knob.
"That's it ... that's it...." he crooned, guiding her head.
She was lapping hungrily now, and the standing prick bobbed as she buffeted it with her tongue and lips.
"Take it inside your mouth," he directed huskily.
She opened her lips wide and clamped them down over the plump, slick head.
"Aaaarrrrgh," she groaned as it filled her mouth.
Horny's cock throbbed mightily.
"Use your tongue," he told her. "Wash it. Lick up the last traces of come. Taste it and swallow it. Go!"
She growled in her throat and worked on his pecker like a bitch with a big, juicy bone. She not only sucked it and licked it, but she chomped on it, also. Horny sat with his eyes closed, and loosened his grip on her head because a tight grip was no longer necessary. He let the lustful thrills hammer through him.
Once she became accustomed to the raw, wild taste, she didn't want to stop. That was all right with Horny. As long as she was learning to suck a man's cock, she might as well learn to swallow his come.
She sat on one hip, leaning over him.
Horny got his hand under her warm, firm ass. His middle finger dug "upward between her cheeks and poked for entry at her asshole.
She sucked and chewed on him harder. His prick throbbed. His finger broke into her ass, and he reamed the elastic ring as she sucked him off.
His tight cock twitched and his cream gushed up in thick gobs, striking her throat and sliding down. She stopped sucking momentarily and emitted a gurgling cough. He was afraid she was going to raise her head. He gripped it with his free hand and held it in place as his other hand continued to probe her asshole sensuously.
She resumed sucking him. The more she tasted his come and got used to the feel of it sliding down her throat, the more avidly she sucked.
After she'd swallowed his complete ejaculation, he pulled his happy prick out of her mouth. His cock, squeezed forth a final drop from the slit, and the pearl hung on the tip as he addressed the glassy-eyed woman:
"See that? You want it, don't you? You don't wanta lose a drop."
She bent and sent her tongue out to lick the end of his prick completely clean. It was shrinking now and sagging. When she let it go, it fell like a wounded soldier.
She looked up at Horny's face. "I didn't know it would be like that," she said slowly.
"So you liked it, huh?"
"Yes. There's just one trouble."
"What's that?"
"Now I'm hot and you're...." She gestured at his limp tool.
"Lie down." He urged her onto her back.
He stretched her legs far apart, causing her frothy cunt to split open. Its muscles quivered delightfully, yearning for a prick to clutch.
He bent and lifted one of Alice's legs onto his shoulders while the other extended across the bed. He bore into her sopped crotch, clamping his lips onto the fragrant, juicy clit he found there. As he sucked, Alice twisted and cried with joy. Horny stopped sucking and lapped noisily, shoving his tongue as deeply into her slick, elastic slit as it could reach.
She kept trying to wind her legs around his head, but he wanted room to move. He gripped her far thigh with his hand and held the other one down against his shoulder. He twisted and turned as his tongue bore at her flaring, pulsating pussy. Then he swabbed it up and down across her erect little clit.
She keened and gasped and began to shake.
He gripped her clitoris between his lips, rolling it and sucking on it as her orgasm blossomed and filled his waiting mouth.
"I wonder if Hank would do that for me."
"Give him a good suck off, and who knows? But if a screwing s what you want, don't suck him too long. Just use your mouth enough to bring him up there and get him real hard."
"Thank you for showing me how it's done," Alice replied humbly.
Horny grinned and jumped off the bed. "Well, I gotta haul ass and make a few bucks."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Kenyons and Taylors occupied the large bed in Bill's and Cathy's bedroom. Dick was sprawled between Cathy's thighs, kissing her on the belly, while Verna lay half-atop Bill, petting and rubbing his heavy balls.
Verna caught Cathy's eyes and recognized the sweet pleasure Dick was giving her.
The cute brunette turned back to Bill, and they kissed with flickering tongues, not bothering to bring their lips together. His hands squeezed the firm little cheeks of her ass. Her hand held his strong, hard cock.
Dick continued to slide his mouth around on Cathy's belly.
"Oh, baby...." she moaned. "I love that. I just love it!"
She wanted him to go all the way down, but he browsed over her smooth, slightly rounded belly first-licking and sucking to his heart's content.
His hands slid up and surrounded Cathy's billowy tits. He squeezed them and thumbed the upright nipples.
Bill had one of Verna's small, firm, lemon-like boobs in his hand, and was twiddling its lengthy tip between his index finger and thumb.
"Wanta climb aboard and get pronged?" he asked her.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"How do I feel?"
"You feel like you can do me a lot of good," she said with a little laugh, and began to change positions.
As she threw a leg across Bill and elevated her shaggy crotch above his bristling loins, Dick worked his way toward the foot of the bed. He gazed at the pink, succulent beauty of Cathy's cunt, and his thumbs caught its slick lips and gently pulled them apart.
"Oh, honey...! " Cathy purred.
Her cunt gleamed with moisture, smelling fresh and inviting. He bent to it, pressing his lips to its lips and sinking his tongue into the snug, slick slit.
She writhed, her cunt rising and falling like the waves of the sea. Dick's tongue kept sinking into it and withdrawing, sinking and withdrawing. Often he paused to suck up the musky, tangy juices that leaked out.
"My clit ... do my clit...." Cathy murmured, breathing hard.
Dick swabbed his tongue up across the clitty. He worried it, bending and twirling it, then slid his tongue to her hole again and sank it as deeply as it would go.
Verna had screwed herself down onto Bill's upthrust cock and was grinding slowly. His hands surrounded her quivering breasts and massaged the erect, sensitive nipples.
When Cathy's cunt was sizzling from the darting flame of Dick's tongue, he stopped. Raising his head, he charged up over her like a randy bull. He sank his stiff prick deeply into her wet, hot hole and fucked her savagely. Cathy grasped his back, her fingernails digging into his skin, and her teeth clamped onto his arm. Her hips bucked, as his cock bobbed rapidly in her slithery cunt.
The frenzy was communicated to Verna and Bill. She had been screwing him slowly, but now she fell forward and began to move her hips as rapidly as Dick's and Cathy's were. Bill grunted with pleasure and banged his cock up into her.
The bed groaned and creaked beneath the active weight of the four lustful lovers.
Cathy climaxed first ... then Dick ... then Bill ... and his pulsating, geysering prick brought Verna into her screaming orgasm.
"You know, it's great for all of us to do it on the same bed like this," Bill said, relaxing against the headboard.
"Sure is," Dick agreed.
"I wonder if there are any other swappers in Sextonville," Bill speculated aloud.
"I've never heard of any, but there might be," Dick mused. "It isn't something people usually noise around."
He lifted one of Cathy's tits to his lips and sucked at the plump, pink nipple.
"I understand that in some places a whole slew of people get together and ball in the same room," Bill said.
"Where'd you hear that?" Verna asked him.
"I read about it in a magazine. One of those magazines you didn't used to like me to buy, Cath," he added to his wife.
"You're talking about a swap club," Dick said as he relinquished Cathy's tit. "I wonder how people go about setting up one."
"Hey, you guys sound like you're serious about this," Verna observed.
"It's an interesting idea," Cathy said, shoving her other titty into Dick's willing mouth.
The kissing and caressing gradually became more passionate, and before long the two swap couples were linked again.
Dick wanted to take Cathy on their sides, but there wasn't enough room on the bed next to Bill and Verna. He had Cathy sit on the edge of the bed, on a couple of pillows, while he stood between her thighs. She lifted her legs to lock them around his waist, and he guided his burning lance into her open cunt.
They screwed slowly and sensuously, as Bill drove his cock into Verna. She whined, and moved freely beneath him because, she didn't have to fear that he would plunge too deeply.
Cathy was happy to have Dick fuck her as deeply as he could. Her cunt could handle a seven-inch rod easily, and she ground her box around him as he plunged in and out.
"How's it ... going there?" Bill asked, breathing heavily as he went to town on Verna.
"Great! " Dick exclaimed.
Two days later Horny showed up at the Kenyon residence. Again Cathy was tempted not to answer the door, but again she concluded that she shouldn't let a crude peddler intimidate her; and she answered it.
"Honey, y'know that business about mate swappin'-what you told me last time I was here?" he began.
Cathy sought to cut him off. "Just forget about that. It was none of your business. I shouldn't ever have mentioned it."
"Yeah, but you did." He grinned. "Don't worry. I don't plan to cause no trouble for you. Matter of fact, I think I can help."
"Help?" She blinked. "What are you talking about?"
"You said you and your husband were swappin' with one other couple. How'd you like to get more people to join your little group? I figure this county is full a' men and women with hot pants. You might even say, I know it."
"Say what's on your mind," Cathy directed bluntly.
"Okay. I've been havin' a little fun with a few married gals here and there along my route. Naturally, I won't mention no names, but they're all cute and about your age, or maybe just a little bit older, and they've got good-lookin' husbands. Some of 'em would go for this swappin' deal, I'm sure. I could put 'em in touch with you. All they'd have to do would be to persuade their husbands, and that shouldn't be too hard."
"Why would you go to all that trouble?" Cathy asked. He took on a look of selfless innocence. "Because I like to help folks and make their lives more pleasurable." Then his eyes twinkled, and he was the old Horny again. "Also, I figure you might be grateful enough to let me in on those swap parties-especially where a bunch of you get together at the same time. One woman ain't never been enough to satisfy me completely. I've always thought how great it'd be to lay down with several."
"You're filthy!"
He continued to grin. "Come on. You've been thinkin' the same thing yourself, haven't you? I mean, thinkin' how much fun it'd be to have a lot of guys at the same time? A hot babe like you-sure you have."
"Get out of here."
"Listen, Cathy-you don't have t' take that high 'n mighty attitude with me. I know you."
"Uh, well, if you could really put me in touch with some wives who might be interested in swapping ... I mean, without spreading the word all over the county...."
Horny grinned. "Don't worry. It's as good as done. And it'd be far safer t' get together out on one of the ranches-for the really big parties-than to use your place here. Don't you think?"
"Maybe it would," she agreed.
He got up. "You'll be hearin' from some people right soon. I guarantee it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Are you crazy?" Barbara Anstetter replied. "Carl and me go to a swap party ... together?" Horny chuckled. "That's the idea of a swap party, baby. You do it together-you, your husband, and a bunch of other married folks. Everything's nice'n proper because you're all havin' fun at the same place, in the same way. I'll bet Carl will go for it. All you'll have t' do is mention it to him."
"Are you gonna be at this party?" she asked suspiciously.
"Maybe I will, and maybe I won't. But that won't make no difference. I'll never let on you'n me have made it before. You know that."
The idea stimulated Barbara. She'd always wanted more than Carl had been able to give her. But would Carl really go for the idea of swapping? And how would she explain to him that she'd heard about it?
"I wouldn't know how to take it up with Carl," she said.
"I'll tell you. First, you call this gal I told you about-Cathy Kenyon. Her hubby, Bill, runs the Eagle gas station on Main Street in town. You know him. Handsome chap. Then, after you get everything set up with her, tell Carl that she's the one who called you and suggested the whole idea."
"But he knows I don't know any Cathy Kenyon."
"Baby! He don't know who all your friends are. Tell him she's somebody you met when you was in town, shopping. Tell him you've had coffee together a coupla times, and she invited you over to her place. Chrissake, I don't have t' tell you how to lie a little, do I?"
The party was held at the Anstetters' ranch-with their children safely removed to grandmother's house for the night. The Anstetters, Davidsons, Kenyons and Taylors were there, along with Horny and a couple by the name of Peg and Joe Houser.
The house had three bedrooms, and the beds in the two smaller rooms were disassembled, carried into the master bedroom, and set up again. The three beds were shoved together, side by side, to run almost the length of the room.
Bill Kenyon suggested that everyone go into the other two bedrooms-men in one and women in the other-and remove their clothes. As-soon as the women were undressed, they would go naked into the room where the beds were set up, and one of them would call the boys.
When the eleven people-six males and five females fell together on the beds, a new era in the history of Sextonville was ushered in.
Bill had Barbara and Peg snuggled against him, and he was the meat in their sandwich. They laughed and writhed together as his hands quickly became intimate with both their bodies. Peg was a compact redhead, who contrasted deliciously with Barbie's taller, full-blown figure. They caressed Bill as he petted them, and they took turns grabbing kisses from his willing lips. His cock came up like a flagpole, and four female hands began to climb it.
Horny zeroed in on Verna since she was the only woman at the party whom he hadn't fucked yet.
Alice and Cathy remained for Dick, Joe, Hank and Carl to share. Carl sprawled next to Alice, with Verna and Horny at his other side; Dick was at Alice's opposite flank. Joe and Hank concentrated on Cathy, and she was eager to fulfill both their needs.
Hank showed no sign of the impotence that had recently plagued him.
First he feasted on Cathy's billowing, pink-nippled tits while Joe worked his way along her body, kissing and stroking. Both men's cocks were rigid with desire, and Cathy's little cunt oozed with the moisture of her arousal as she twisted and turned, murmuring excitedly.
Dick kissed Alice's mouth and stroked her soft, downy snatch, while Carol played with her titties. He kept one hand on Alice and transferred the other to Verna's breast, which had been deserted by Horny. He squeezed her other tit, while kissing her on the belly, and she kicked her legs happily in the air.
Bill had an arm around both of his women, holding them close. Two sets of tits mashed against his firm chest. One hand stroked the knob of his cock, while the other played with his nuts. Both female mouths kissed his, their tongues attacking opposite corners of his mouth and stroking against each other as they stroked his tongue.
Barbara won possession of his pecker, shouldering Peg out of the way and swinging atop him. She brought her slick cunt down around his up flung cock, and he groaned with pleasure as she began to grind.
Peg whimpered in disappointment, while Barbie sat astride his loins, bounding up and down and circling around his rod.
The redhead threw a leg across his chest and moved up. She offered her auburn-fringed pussy to his mouth.
Bill had never been a cunt-eater, but he accepted the proffered twat and slid his tongue into its slick, musky crevice. Peg went wild, grinding her juicy organ against his face.
Horny went down on Verna. She experienced an exciting, warm feeling as he ate her snatch with gusto.
Carl kissed Verna's panting mouth and played with her stiff-nippled tits. She gripped his stiff dong and stroked it up and down.
Dick got on top of Alice. He ran his lengthy prick into her lathered pussy and began to fuck her wildly.
Joe bent down to Cathy's cunt and kissed her, while Hank rolled her luscious boobs and smeared his open mouth across them, titillating both her nipples with his swabbing tongue. She moaned and sobbed with delight.
After Horny had licked Verna's cunt until the protruding lips opened like the red, dewy petals of a rose, he clambered atop her and ran his husky cock into her delightfully soft, moist socket. It took only a few strokes to make her climax. Her snatch grabbed at his rod as she wailed and overflowed with her creamy come.
He turned to Peg, who couldn't climax by grinding her twat against Bill's face.
Horny pulled her off the other man, and rolled her onto her back. One of her legs hooked over Barbie's and the other lay across one of Verna's.
Carl sat atop Verna, between her legs, stroking his prick in the cunt which Horny had just vacated. She was struggling to achieve her second orgasm while Carl reached his first.
Horny climbed onto Peg and nailed her with his trusty tool. They pumped lustily, her legs pressing down against the legs of the women at each side of her. She simplified things by raising her legs high over Horny's back and crossing her ankles.
He screwed her roiling cunt briskly.
At the far edge of the billowing, writhing sea of flesh, Joe had climbed atop Cathy and was substituting his cock for the tongue he'd been stroking in her hot little cunt and up and down across her clitty.
Hank knelt next to her chest, with his feet hanging over the edge of the bed. He wondered what he was going to do until Cathy grasped his upthrust prick and began pulling it toward her mouth. He happily crawled forward until his knees were next to her face, and he let her wrap her soft, moist lips around the head of his pecker, while Joe's cock stirred her loins.
Cathy hadn't intended for Hank to come in her mouth, but she wasn't able to stop it as Joe pumped lustily in her cunt, and she went wild with passion. She chomped on the head of Hank's cock, licking it and moaned, taking sharp sucks with every in-drawn breath.
Finally Hank jerked and spurted his cream down her throat, just as Joe was ejaculating in her pussy.
She was too ecstatic to be sick.
The swappers changed partners often, working their way up and down the beds until everybody had made everyone else.
When the party finally broke up in the wee hours of the morning, everyone was tired but blissfully satisfied. They agreed to make the swap sessions a regular event-every Friday night, changing the locale from farm to farm. It was best, they decided, not to meet at the Taylors' and Kenyons' homes, since they were located in town and had neighbors next door. And Horny would be a regular guest.
The circle of orgiasts gradually widened as the weeks passed, but they took great care in inviting new members into the club. If word of the swap sessions reached certain people, it would mean social ruin for all involved..
As Horny devoted himself to the pursuit of physical pleasures, his business suffered in reverse ratio. Not only were there the weekly parties-which he covered with his wife by telling her he was attending lodge meetings-but he and some of the swap couples held parties of their own. When work on the farms was particularly light, the husbands came in from the fields and shared their wives with him. Sometimes a neighboring wife came over, to even up the sides, making it one long happy ball!
CHAPTER NINE
Horny bought his stock from a wholesale company in Grant City. He liked to kid around with the girls in the company's office while the stockroom staff made up his order.
The frequent swap parties hadn't sapped his strength, and they hadn't diminished his interest in women outside the group.
There was a cute redhead in the office whom he'd been trying for weeks to make. This time he maneuvered her behind a row of filing cabinets and started pawing her under her dress.
"Now, Horny, you stop that! " she demanded, but the way she laughed and the look in her eyes told him she didn't mean it.
His talented fingers rubbed the clingy flesh above her stocking tops, then caught a garter strap and snapped it lightly against her thigh.
"Horny! That hurt."
"Let's see if this hurts, huh?" he murmured. He slid his hand to her warm crotch and petted her pussy through her silken pants.
At the far end of the row of cabinets, a husky man watched them as he lazily probed his mouth with a toothpick. He admired the redheads legs, revealed all the way to their tops as Horny held her dress up and petted her pert bottom.
"Oh, you shouldn't do that, Horny," she purred, grinding her belly against his.
"Danged if you ain't right," he agreed. "I oughta get inside them flimsy pants of yours."
"No! What if somebody came back here and...."
Her glance caught the man who was watching.
"Look at that," she whispered to Horny.
He took his hand from her ass and let her skirt drop to its normal position.
"Wait here," he said, and strolled toward the onlooker. His erection quickly subsided as he walked.
The man turned and headed back to the reception area of the office. He sat down.
"Whom did you say you were waiting for?" the blonde at the front desk asked him.
"I don't know. It's a guy who has a route. I'll recognize him when I see him."
"Well, they've all been in now. Mr. Homer over there is the last."
"Yeah. Where does his route run?"
As the blonde answered the question, Horny was already back with the redhead, raising her skirt again and fondling her pantied butt.
Her lips clung hotly to his as his tongue speared her mouth in slow, sensuous strokes. His pecker fattened inside his clothes.
In an apartment located two blocks from the wholesale company, a short, dark man lay with a young blonde woman on a couch. His shirt was unbuttoned and his belt hung open, her dress and slip were rumpled around her hips. He petted her thighs between the tops of her tan, taut hose and her pink panties.
The blonde's thighs were lusciously full and golden. They yielded delightfully to his squeezing, pressing fingers, yet bounced springily back to their normal contour as soon as he released the pressure.
He grasped her skirt and pulled it higher, exposing her hips and buttocks in the thin, clinging briefs. His hands fanned over her pliant ass and manipulated the taut globes. Then his fingertips crawled under the elastic of her panties and clutched her fleshy buttocks.
The girl's lips nibbled at his, her tongue dancing out of her mouth, flickering between his lips to touch his tongue and teeth.
"Jesus, baby," Spec growled, "my cock's hot as a Roman candle."
"Mm, I like hot cocks," she murmured, dropping her hand to his zipper.
Spec's big pecker was bent against the constraint of his jockey shorts.
He slid her silken panties down away from her hips and petted her satiny, bare flesh.
His fingertips found their way into the curly fluff between her thighs. It was trimmed to form a narrow vertical patch which barely covered her cunt.
Spec toyed with her pussy curls, plucking at them and rubbing little bunches of hair between his thumb and finger.
She opened his fly and worked his stalwart prick out of his briefs.
He was a short man, but he had a cock that exceeded seven inches in length and was thick as the trunk of a sapling. Sandi Foster's knowing, appreciative hand glided up and down around it, gently rubbing the exposed ridge of his corona. The purplish cockhead swelled to magnificent proportions.
His hand was warmly embedded between her thighs. He fingered the soft lips of her cunt, stretching them outward and letting them snap back, and tickled her along the delicate folds. The tip of his middle finger nudged her erect clitoris, and she moaned with desire.
Sandi's soft fingertip rubbed the end of his prick while her thumb rubbed his organ crossways, in back of the corona. He clamped his mouth to hers, giving her the entire length of his tongue. She sucked and nibbled on it gently.
Spec's fingers were moist from playing with her pussy.
He wiped them across her belly as he worked his hand between their bodies and under her clothes. He slid it to her back, caught the strap of her-bra, and worked the hooks open. He slid his hand around to her chest and caught a round, rubbery tit.
"Oh, honey...." she purred.
"Your nipple's up," he observed.
"Why not? It wants you."
"What's it want me to do, sugar?" he asked. Spec thumbed the thick, tall nub, bending it this way and that atop its crinkled aureole.
"It wants you to suck."
"I've got something that likes to be sucked, too," he told her.
"Later. Suck my titties first."
He took hold of her clothed breasts with both hands, rubbing and teasing them until her delicious-looking nipples deepened to a beige.
Spec pulled her dress up over her head and tossed it on the floor.
He tongued both nipples thoroughly as he held the tits at their outer sides, pressing them together. Then he spread them apart and licked into the luscious valley between the warm, satiny mounds.
His mouth worked its way back to a straining crest. He enclosed the nipple within his eager mouth and sucked it sensuously, lashing it with his tongue.
Sandi pawed his prick with urgency.
Spec kneaded one of her full, rounded boobs while he sucked on the other.
"God, that feels good," she murmured.
He raised his mouth and nipped at her lips quickly. "Pull my pants off."
Sandi yanked off his shoes and socks, then slid his trousers away. She pulled his shorts down to his ankles and over his feet. Spec unbuttoned his shirt.
"Now I can get at you," he growled sexily. His hard cock pressed against her belly.
"I want you in me, Spec. You know I'll never get tired of that wonderful, big prick of yours."
Her hand surrounded it and squeezed lovingly. The shaft was so rigid that her fingers couldn't dent it.
"And I love your wet pussy, babe." His fingertips parted the delicate, rubbery lips.
She tried to swing his cock down to the entrance of her cunt. But their bodies were wedged together too tightly, and Spec wasn't yet ready to begin active intercourse.
His long middle finger stuck straight up in her cunt, stirring the steamy cauldron. The knuckles of his other fingers ground against her pussy lips. She rubbed her thighs anxiously against his fist and arm.
"Mmm, I want the real thing," she panted softly. "Come on and give it to me. Please, Spec. Stick your prick in me, huh?"
"Hell, what's wrong with my finger, baby doll? Feel." He rotated it slowly, stretching the elastic walls of her snatch.
"It's not as good," she insisted in a sultry tone. "I need something bigger. I need your big, hard rod."
"How about an extra finger?" he inquired, running a second one up her love canal.
"Oh, no." She ground against him impatiently. "Still no good. They're not long enough."
He chuckled.
"Come on and stick it in me," she pleaded again. "Screw me, huh, baby?"
"Say that again."
"Screw me, Spec. I really need it." Her hips kept grinding. "Please screw me, darling," she moaned.
"Again. Say it again." He reamed her harder with his two fingers.
"Oh, Jesus, screw me! Hump me! Goddamn it to hell, if you don't fuck me, Spec...."
She didn't get a chance to finish the sentence. He rolled atop her and ran his long cock all the way into her slick, clasping cunt.
"My God!" she cried gratefully, and wrapped her stockinged legs over his hack.
He rode her hard; he was ready to stop the teasing and to claim his reward as quickly as possible.
Silently, a husky man with a toothpick in his mouth entered the apartment, closed the door softly behind him, and stood looking up the thighs of the linked lovers on the couch. Spec was sprawled with his legs slightly apart, and Sandi's legs were still over his back. The on-looking male could plainly watch Spec's bone-hard pecker pistoning up and down, in and around the girl's pink, juicy cunt.
Spec's bunched balls quivered with each powerful thrust of his prick into Sandi's pussy. And each plunge forced some bubbling juice out of her lathered cunt.
As the intruder watched, his own cock got hard.
He zipped open his pants and took out his tool. He stroked it slowly as his eyes remained trained on the rhythmic merger of cock and cunt.
Before he could jerk himself to a spurting, rug-soiling climax, the door opened and admitted a fourth person.
Mary Griggs was a pretty young woman in a short shirt and blouse. Her dark hair was caught by a rubber band at the crown of her head, and it bobbed in a horse's tail at the back.
She saw Lounger Powell masturbating, and she gasped aloud. Then her gaze swung to the couch and discovered the inspiration for his solo performance.
Startled, Spec threw a glance over his shoulder, and their eyes met, as he erupted, spurting into Sandi's pumping, rotating cunt.
"Oh, no!" she wailed in disappointment. She wasn't close to an orgasm yet. She moved frantically, but satisfaction was out of the question.
Spec pulled his limp cock out of her oozing crotch and tried to cover himself as he scrambled off the couch.
Mary gazed wide-eyed back and forth, from him to spread-eagled Sandi, to Lounger who was still holding his fat cock. She flushed and felt an excited tingle of warmth between her thighs.
Spec stuck a leg into his pants, forsaking his briefs which lay on the rug.
Sandi pushed herself up on her elbows and gazed at Lounger. Her legs were wide open, and her wet, rosy cunt twitched spastically.
"Come on, Lounger," she called. "Come here and finish me.
"You do," Spec growled at him, "and I'll cut off your whang. How long have you two been standin' there?"
"I just walked in," Mary answered in a weak voice. Her excitement had moistened her panties.
"Spec, let him screw me," Sandi begged. "I'm all hung up.
"So diddle yourself! " he told her, and struggled into his shirt.
Lounger stopped rubbing himself without reaching a climax. His pecker stuck out-long and hard; its head red as .a tomato.
Spec, Lounger, and Sandi had arrived from Chicago several days before. The men had rented the apartment, and Sandi found a furnished room.
Lounger had never caught them in the act before, but he'd suspected they screwed frequently.
Mary was a local girl whom Lounger had picked up the previous day. He had taken her to the apartment to meet the others. And they counted on her for future assistance.
Lounger had fucked her the night before, and was satisfied that she would play the kind of game they wanted, including sex.
Mary snuggled up to him, and her hand slid around his standing prick.
Spec glared at them. "That can wait. Tell me what the hell you found out."
"I can wait, huh?" Lounger drawled. "You got your rocks off, but I have to wait."
"Yeah," Sandi said, "And he left me hanging. That's twice in a row."
"Shut up! " Spec snapped at her.
Lounger smirked, and Mary kept stroking his stiff cock gently. She felt his rod and raptly watched her hand move up and down along it.
He glanced at her. "You'd better watch out, baby, unless you want to put on a show in front of everybody."
"What do you think I'm doing now?" she asked.
She blushed, but was too. excited to let modesty hold her back.
"You know," Lounger said slowly, enjoying the thrills billowing upward from his pulsating prick, "I think you'd like bein' screwed in front of a crowd."
"I wouldn't like it," she said heatedly, "but I'll let you." She kept stroking him.
"Damned right you will. Sandi, open that sofa-bed for us, huh?"
"Who's gonna take care of me?" she demanded.
"Get up and put your clothes on," Spec ordered. He was seated in a chair, tying his shoes.
"I can't! " she bawled. "Goddamnit, I'm hurting."
He glared at her.
"I'll take care of both of 'em," Lounger offered.
"Like hell you will!" Spec shouted. "Nobody takes care of Sandi but me."
"Well, lately you've been doing a piss poor job of it," she complained.
He snapped at her, "Get dressed! I ain't gonna tell you again."
She got up, her tits bobbing, then settling to point provocatively forward. The nipples were stiff and straining. When she bent to pick up her clothes, she deliberately aimed her ass at Lounger, showing him her entire dark-bearded snatch.
Mary felt the pulsation pass through the pecker she clutched.
"Open the sofa, baby," he told her with a passionate growl.
He slapped her ungirdled ass, enjoying the firm, fleshy feel of her buttocks.
Spec gazed at the two of them. He could have made them wait until Sandi was dressed, then taken her out. But he wanted to get Lounger's report on the route men he'd observed that morning. And he hadn't seen Mary with her clothes off.
"Are you just gonna sit there and watch them?" Sandi demanded, holding her pants bunched in one hand while the rest of her clothes dangled from the other.
"If I feel like it, yeah." He glared up at her.
"Well ... goddamn!"
Carrying her clothes, she stamped angrily into the kitchen, her taut titties bobbing.
Mary opened the sofa-bed and stripped. Her excitement mounted; she was going to get a red-hot humping, and Spec was going to watch her get it.
Lounger removed his clothes slowly. He never hurried for anything, even cunt. Rushing made him sweat and feel as if he'd been working.
He didn't even work hard when he screwed. But he got full value from every pink little cunt that opened to his vigorous thrust.
He and Mary sank to the wide playground which the couch afforded. Spec could screw on a cramped sofa if he wanted to, but Lounger never fucked on anything but a bed, the floor, or the ground. He liked to have room to sprawl.
He settled half on top of Mary, one of his knees between her legs and his stiff prick pressing against her thigh. He surrounded her titties with his strong, slim hands and worked the pliant mounds, causing the nipples to swell and poke enticingly upward.
Mary couldn't forget for a moment that Spec's eyes were on her. She avoided looking at him, but she could feel his gaze, boosting the electric charge going through her body.
God, she was so wet now. She felt as if she could accommodate an elephant's whang!
Spec admired her compact symmetry. Her tits didn't jut as much as Sandi's and they weren't as big around, but they had cute shape. Her waist was pleasingly nipped in, making her small hips look larger than they were.
Mary had a fuller bush than Sandi's. As he stared at it, he felt the first throb of renewed vitality in his loins.
Lounger bent to Mary's tits and began to kiss and tug at her stiff nipples. She moaned and dragged her fingernails up and down his back.
Sandi wondered what was happening in the living room, and she moved to the kitchen doorway to watch. She wore only her sleek, pink panties.
Lounger slowly kissed his way down Mary's body. He, too, enjoyed being watched while he made love, especially since Spec had failed to satisfy Sandi.
He kissed Mary's sweetly-rounded belly, licking the quivery flesh, probing into the tiny cup of her navel and reaming it gently.
He backed up on the bed, forcing her legs wider apart. Her dark-haired cunt opened to him. It was flooded with love-juice, the rose membranes glistening. Her clitty was erect.
Watching, Sandi's need blossomed, and she gripped her globe-like tits. She worked them sensuously, pressing her palms hard against the nipples.
Spec leaned forward, squinting intently.
It wasn't a new experience for him, watching another couple fuck. Gang-bangs had been a regular form of entertainment in the tough Chicago neighborhood where he grew up. And throughout his adult life situations had arisen in which group-screwing was popular. But each new instance offered a special thrill, and each girl reacted differently when screwed for the first time in front of an audience.
Lounger went down on her cunt eagerly, spreading its lips as he burrowed. Mary went wild, quivering and keening. His tongue probed deep into her pussy and stroked the inner lips, then flicked back and forth across her sensitive, stiff little clitoris.
Sandi derived almost as great a thrill from the eating as did Mary. But the thrills added to Sandi's problem.
Oh, she could have masturbated herself, as Spec had suggested, but that offered only the barest amount of satisfaction. Why go for the minimum when the maximum was within her reach?
She walked into the room, wearing just her panties.
Spec didn't notice her. He was too wrapped up in the spectacle of Lounger's head twisting and turning between Mary's wide, wet thighs. .
Sandi dropped to kneel between his wide-spaced knees. Her hand at his zipper confirmed that his pecker was already hardening.
"Baby...." he growled, welcoming her presence.
She unzipped him and released his prick. She held it in the palm of her hand and cooed at it before bending and gobbling up its head. As she caressed his lance in her warm, wet mouth, it swelled. Soon her entire oral cavity was crammed with burning cock.
She sucked and chewed it, kneading his balls at the same time.
Lounger savagely ate Mary's cunt-licking and lapping, sucking and blowing, tonguing and teething until she was practically unconscious from delicious pain.
Just once she turned her head to reaffirm Spec's unblinking stare. Despite Sandi 'kneeling in front of him, her head circling and bobbing at his lap, he couldn't keep his eyes off the other couple.
"Oh, God ... oh, Jesus...." Mary babbled at Lounger. "Screw me now!"
Lounger obeyed, and Spec watched his long, stiff cock as he aimed it down at her billowing, brown bush. It rose with lusty desire, her hungry pussy reaching for the red meat Lounger was offering.
His massive prick became absorbed within her and she cried, "Do it! Oh, do it hard."
Lounger fucked her mightily but not rapidly. He slid his long cock slowly in and out of her, bearing pressure each time. Mary writhed, moaning. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted.
Sandi still mouthed Spec's dong, entranced with the taste and smell of it.
The sight of the copulating couple in front of him and the warm, sucking envelopment of Sandi's mouth created too much stimulation for Spec. He jerked and shot all the creamy come his balls had been able to manufacture in the last few minutes, down her girlish throat.
Her wail of protest became a helpless gurgle. She pulled her mouth off his dick but had drunk everything he produced, and his stalk already was wilting.
"Oh, you bastard!" she screamed. "You dirty son of a bitch."
Lounger continued sending his long, fleshy bolts of lightning straight into Mary's cunt, slowly and powerfully, with devastating effect. She gasped and whimpered passionately.
"Screw me ... oh, screw me...."
She climaxed and brought him with her. His semen gushed into her womb. Again. Again.
Sandi had escaped to the bathroom. Her pants were down, and she was seated on the john with her legs spread. Both hands were at her cunt, one spreading the fleshy lips and fondling her clitoris while the other jabbed in and out of her crevice with three stiffly bunched fingers.
She visualized pricks. A world full of pricks-all huge and stiff and oozing love-juice. All sticking out and up. She tried to imagine that all those lovely pricks were screwing her at the same time.
She jabbed herself again and again with her rigid fingers and rubbed her tingling love tip.
She reached her climax, pressing her twat forward and circling as she moaned. But the orgasm was what she had expected-a bare minimum release-and she felt disappointed.
"Damn you, Spec," she murmured hatefully. "May you eat shit for breakfast."
"What did you say his name is?" Spec asked.
"Ralph Horner. But they call him Horny. He screws around with the women, acts like he don't give a damn, and I heard him griping' that he wasn't makin' enough bread."
"Yeah? He sounds like the type we want, all right."
"I found out where his route runs," Lounger added. "You wanta set Mary on him?"
Spec nodded. "Tomorrow. It's time we got this friggin show on the road."
Lounger got up and strolled into the kitchen where Mary was having coffee with Sandi.
"Come on," Lounger said, touching Mary on the shoulder. "Spec wants to see you. It's time to put your ass to work for the cause."
"I need some work like that," Sandi complained.
"Your ass belongs to Spec. Sorry, babe, but he's made that pretty damned clear."
"Spec doesn't know what to do with a woman's ass," she said.
"Tough titty."
He glanced at Mary and jerked his head toward the living room. "Come on. He wants you."
She got up and walked with Lounger back to where Spec was seated.
"Okay, you're about to earn your cut," the boss of the gang told her. "Sit down. Now here's the way we want you to do things. Listen and listen good."
CHAPTER TEN
"Damn it, Horny ... Look!"
He looked, Elmerine had a hole in her underpants.
"Don't you have any dough in the house fund?" he asked from the bed.
"The house fund?" she scoffed. "How far do you expect a few lousy dollars to go? If it wasn't for gettin' our groceries wholesale, we couldn't make it at all. As it is, I don't have a damn cent left over. You want me t' show you my bras? I have only one with hooks. The others I hafta pin together."
He closed his eyes.
"Come t' bed, honey."
She whisked down the torn pants, exhibiting a flame-colored bush. Her belly didn't yet show the effects of the baby that was growing inside it.
Her soft tits sat relaxed on her chest, but when she bent forward, they hung loose and invited Horny's caressing hand or sucking lips. As she stepped out of the panties, her tits swung from side to side and patted against each other.
She settled down into bed beside him and turned off the lamp. They were quiet. Just as Horny reached for her, she destroyed the mood.
"If you had a regular job like most men...."
"Oh, for Christ's sake!"
"Well, Horny, you can't blame me for bein' fed up with that route! What's it ever done for us?"
He rolled toward her and ran an arm under her back. With his other hand, he pulled her snugly against him.
"Horny...?"
His lips sealed hers, stifling further speech. His hand slid down her bare belly, into her bush.
"Mmm," she purred against his kiss as his middle finger found her furrow and probed it.
It was dry, and he wasn't able to achieve much depth of penetration. He slid his fingertip up and down her outer gash, tickling the hair-lined lips.
He let his mouth leap from her lips to a titty. He went from one titty to the other, sucking in the nipples and chewing on them gently.
"Horny...." she complained softly. "Dam you, you always do this...."
His finger extended its excursion into her cunt, and his mouth milked her nipples.
Damn it, Horny thought. If she hadn't nagged him so much, he wouldn't have screwed her so often, sidestepping the blame for another pregnancy.
Her pussy grew wet and she breathed harder.
"Horny, sometimes I wish we could just talk."
"We talk," he said as his mouth switched nipples.
"I mean now. About money. Oh, darling, that finger drives me wild!"
"Like it?"
"It's wonderful!"
"Can you think of something you'd like better?"
"Yes. But I wanta know if you're planning on gettin' an extra job for awhile to get our bills cleared up. And how about the hospital bill for the baby?"
He rolled on top of her.
"Horny...?"
His cock was already sliding deeply into her cunt. As his firm meat filled her, inch by throbbing inch, she was forced to drop the subject of money.
Elmerine lifted her legs, bracketing her husband's flanks, and he stroked his prick vigorously in and out of her slippery channel.
He took time with her, building slowly to a tumultuous climax which, he hoped, would shut her up about money for the rest of the night.
As soon as the screwing was over, she sighed blissfully, and Horny flopped onto his back.
She yawned and said, "You didn't answer my question a little while ago."
"What question?"
"About you gettin' an extra job to pay for the baby."
"Shit."
"Goddamnit, Horny!" She sat up and glared down at him.
"Go to sleep, will you?" he moaned.
He sat up, took her by the shoulders, and eased her down against the mattress.
"Horny," she said plaintively, "Don't you ever get enough?"
He kissed her lips-little nibbling kisses-as his hand caressed the moist blanket of hair on her pussy. She writhed gently in response to his insinuating fingers.
"Listen," she said, "we hafta think about how we re gonna ... oh, Horny! ... pay for the baby and all. Damnit, don't do that now! I wanta talk."
Horny removed his hand from her cunt and took hold of her thigh while his other hand slid under her back. He rolled her over, onto her stomach.
"Horny ... no! Now, there won't be any more playing around until you talk to me about the ... oh! That gets me all goosey."
He squeezed the rubbery mounds of her ass, then gave them a few playful pats. The springy flesh wobbled.
He bent over and kissed her. Starting at the small of her back, he worked his way down.
He licked her buttocks thoroughly, switching from one cheek to the other and back again. When he lifted his head, he saw her clutching the covers at either side. Her eyes were closed, and her lips passionately parted.
His hands firmly gripped her cheeks, pinched them and pulled them apart. Her cute, star-shaped asshole stared up at him.
He hesitated for a moment, then dropped his face into her crack. His warm, wet mouth hungrily surrounded the crinkly, pinkish aperture.
She cried out joyfully as he touched her anus with his tongue tip. His lips tightened around the little hole and began to suck. His tongue flickered.
"Oh, God!" she cried. Her bottom bucked against his face so that he lost his intimate contact with her bunghole.
He gripped her hips to hold her steady, dropped a wad of saliva onto the puckering flesh. Immediately his tongue bore through the sphincter muscle.
In a moment, his tongue stuck deeply into her asshole. Elmerine ground her buttocks against his face as she sobbed with joy. He felt little tremors of passion passing through her.
Horny stroked his tongue in and out of her anus. It was soft and moist inside. The tiny muscles around the orifice kept spasming. His taste buds reported a sharp sensation. The scent in her crack was strangely stimulating.
He gripped her spongy buttocks harder as they tossed against his cheeks. He tongued and sucked at her ass with increasing ardor.
"Oh, Horny...!" Elmerine wailed. "Screw me that way! Stick it up my butt!"
He quickly straddled her thighs. He gripped his cock, guided it between her buttocks, and pushed at the soft, moist opening. It yielded, and a portion of his prick slid into her.
Her muscles created a frenzied spasming that nearly brought him to a climax, but he managed to maintain control and deepened his possession of her ass.
She was bawling softly into the pillow, and her butt twisted sensuously against his grinding pelvis. Deeper and deeper he corkscrewed his cock up her pulsating hole.
When he gained a deep enough penetration, he let go of her buttocks and worked his hands under her body, one at her titties and the other at her bush. He pinched and rolled a nipple while he titillated her clit. He pumped gently up and down in her rectum.
Elmerine rotated her bottom against his plunges, causing her clitoris to pull against his pinching fingers. One nipple was being rolled between his finger and thumb, while the other was rubbed against his hairy arm.
She bucked against his short, pistoning lunges. Their mutual frenzy quickly reached the boiling-over point, and Horny began to come.
As he jerked and sent his first gush of hot cream into her bowels, she spasmed violently. He pinched her clit hard as he continued to squirt semen up her ass, and he rode the rolling waves of the orgasm which surged through her.
He pulled out and rolled onto his back.
"Oh, that was so good! " she breathed, and dropped off to sleep.
As Horny lay there and listened to her even breathing, he thought about the money problem.
Elmerine was right, of course. He had to do something.
But what?
He didn't want to give up his route and all the fine cunt strung out along it. Yet the route wasn't paying him what he needed to support a large family.
He supposed he would have to pick up a second job somewhere. Maybe one of the local gas stations could use a night man. He'd talk to Bill Kenyon. Perhaps Bill would consider keeping his station open later at night.
Marriage was a trap, he observed for perhaps the thousandth time. It promised a man ease and comfort, but it gave him more obligations and headaches than he ever would have had if he were single.
He sighed and rolled over.
The sun was hot the next morning.
As Horny's old truck rattled along the narrow back roads, he pondered the problem of securing additional employment. He ought to start making inquiries.
In the harsh light of day, the prospect seemed even worse than it had the evening before. If the extra job kept him up half the night, he was going to miss his sleep and wouldn't be as full of pep in the daytime.
And what about the swap sessions on Friday nights? He would hate to miss those.
Shit.
Sweat trickled down his forehead, and he lifted his arm to mop the moisture on his shirt sleeve. He blinked and squinted down the road.
A glint of reflected sunlight caught his attention. A car was stopped on the shoulder of the road, up ahead. He watched it as he drew closer.
The door of the car opened, and someone got out on the driver's side. It was a girl. Horny noted the glint of her legs. He slowed down.
She was a good-looking babe, about twenty-three or four. Her dark hair hung in a horse's tail. She wore a short, white skirt and sleeveless blouse.
As he brought his truck to a stop in back of her car, she opened the hood and bent over the front fender, looking into the engine. He felt a throb in the pit of his belly as he noticed her skirt pulled up in back.
Horny got out of the truck and walked up to the girl. Standing behind her, he could see nearly to the tops of her thighs. They were bare, and their tone was a pleasing golden-beige.
"Hi, there," he greeted. "Need some help?"
"Oh!" She straightened up quickly and looked at him. She smiled. "You startled me."
"Y'mean, you didn't hear that old rattletrap of mine pull up?" Grinning, he stuck his thumb toward his truck.
"No. I was concentrating, I guess-trying to figure out what's wrong with this GD engine."
He grinned. "What did you decide?"
She looked at him squarely. "That I don't know shit about cars, if you want to know the truth."
Such candor was refreshing-especially from a young, pretty girl-and he laughed. "Maybe I can give you some help," he offered.
"I sure would appreciate it."
As he moved closer to take a look, he commented pointedly, "Your husband is gonna be worried if you don't get right home to him."
"No chance. At this moment, he's probably screwing around with some blonde on the beach in Miami."
"Yeah?"
"He said that was where he was going when I saw him last. We're separated."
He looked into the car, but he thought about what she'd just said and what it might mean to a guy like himself.
He tested some wires and commented, "Everything seems t' be hooked up all right. I'd have t' do some tinkerin' to find out what's wrong. Truth is, I'm not much of a mechanic anyway. How about if I drive you to a garage in town? They'll be glad to send somebody out t' fix it."
"Would you do that? I'd really appreciate it a great deal, Mister ... uh...."
"Call me Horny," he grinned.
Mirth danced in her large brown eyes. "That's a funny name. Does it stand for anything in particular?"
"It stands for Horner. But it means more'n that."
"Oh?"
"Come on. Let's get into my truck."
"Okay. Let me get my purse out of the car."
He watched as she opened the door and leaned in. Once more, her skirt pulled up almost to her ass. His hand itched to help it.
He studied the motion of her bottom as she walked in front of him to the truck. He wanted to place a hand on it.
Horny let her in on the driver's side, and she slid across the seat. Her skirt rucked up so high that Horny caught a quick glimpse of opaque, white panties at her crotch. His peter twitched.
He climbed into the truck beside her.
"My name's Mary Griggs," she said. "I live in Grant City."
He started the truck. "And you've got no hubby t' take care of you, huh?"
"No. I'm afraid I haven't." She smiled at him pertly.
"Do you ever get lonesome?"
"Quite often." She moved perceptibly closer to him.
His pecker twitched again as they bounced along the uneven road.
He glanced down at her thighs. Christ, but they looked tempting!
He dropped his hand to the left one. A tingle went through him as he squeezed the firm flesh.
Their eyes met.
"That feels good," he said, squeezing her leg some more.
"I kind of like it, too."
"Maybe you'd like somethin' else even better." He began to work his hand slowly up toward her lap.
His pecker got bone-hard in his shorts.
The truck crawled along slowly, and electricity charged the air in the cab.
Mary breathed heavily.
Horny slid his hand up into her crotch and rubbed the sleek, warm nylon which clung to her plushy cunt.
"Oh! " she moaned.
He looked at her. Her eyes were glazed and her pink lips were moistly parted.
Horny turned his eyes to the road, but two fingers delved under the elastic of her panties and slid onto her fur-trimmed pussy. He worked his fingers up and down on the velvety cunt Ups.
"Can we ... stop?" she asked with apparent difficulty.
"Right now?"
"Now."
He scanned the road ahead, thinking of a place to turn off. There was one, he remembered. He goosed the gas pedal, and the truck rattled loudly as it speeded up.
It took a minute to reach the turn-off, a dirt road running between two large farms. The houses were set well back. The road passed next to a row of poplars and, when he reached them, Horny stopped the truck.
"Let's get out," he said huskily.
As they moved into the shelter of the trees and sank down to the grass, Horny told himself how lucky he was to have connected with this cute, strange stuff so easily. She was sharper and faster than most of the farm wives.
Shit, it had been almost as if she were out there on the road waiting for a pickup. He wondered if she had frigged-up the car some way to keep it from running.
Well, what difference did it make?
Mary unzipped his pants, reached in, and hauled out his pecker. It stretched in her hand, locking into greater rigidity.
"That's what I want! " she exclaimed bluntly. "Mind if I suck it for awhile?"
"Baby, enjoy yourself."
She dropped her face to his lap and pressed her lips against the lip of his foreskin, pushing it back and letting his slick, swollen glans slide into her mouth. As she sucked eagerly on his dick, he pulled her skirt up and explored her silken pants.
Christ she had everything he could ask for-rounded hips and ass, just enough tummy, and a plump, warm mound where her legs and belly met.
He pinched her pussy lips through her pants, hooked the panty crotch aside and tickled her hair-lined cleft with his fingertips.
Her head bobbed up and down on his prick, and his excitement rose. Unless she wanted to get a fountain of joy juice in her mouth, and no stiff rod in her cunt, he had to stop her.
Horny gripped her shoulders and pushed her away from him, onto her back in the grass. He sprang over her, his lust-engorged cock swinging through the front of his clothes.
He gripped her panties at the waist and stripped them down, lifting her legs to get them off. Her legs opened widely as they dropped to the earth, and he gazed at her beautiful, dark-bearded cunt, rosy and moist in the center.
Horny balled his right fist, protruding the middle finger stiffly. He rammed it up her flowing cunt, reaming its elastic walls.
"Give me your cock!" Mary demanded. "That finger doesn't make it."
He pulled the finger out of her box and raised it to his lips. He licked its end as Mary watched him. Then he sprang fully atop her and dropped against her belly, using his hand to point his prick up into her cunt. It went all the way in a single thrust.
She threw her hips at his eager, pronging lunges, and the entire length of his dong was submerged slickly into her channel each time.
"What the hell made your husband leave home? You screw great."
"Thanks," she said, breathing hard. "But he found a girl ... who screws better ... or so he told me. Shit, let's not talk. Pound that prick into me!"
He dropped fully against her, and his pecker bounded up and down in her cunt like a racing piston.
"Jesus Christ!" she cried, creaming profusely.
He moved faster and harder, until his eyeballs were about to roll back in their sockets. His prick was so tight he thought it would burst.
Suddenly a jet of warm semen leaped from him into her cunt. He ground in hard and let his cock twitch, spurting again and again.
"I really needed that," she said, when she had finally caught her breath.
"So did I. Christ, I always need it-morning, noon and night."
He slid out of her and turned to get up. He froze when he saw a man standing over them.
Mary, pretending she too had just seen the observer, gasped and exclaimed, "Harry! What're you doing here?"
"I followed you, of course," said Harry (Lounger) Powell, as he grinned tightly.
"Hey, what's the idea?" Horny demanded, stuffing his pecker back into his pants. "Who is this guy?"
"My husband," Mary answered, averting her eyes.
"But you told me...."
"I lied. I just had to get away from him for awhile. I had to have somebody else. He's mixed up in something awful.
"That's enough," Lounger drawled. "Were all mixed up in it now. That is, unless old Horny here wants these pictures to find their way to his wife."
Grinning, Lounger lifted the camera he'd been holding at his side.
His other hand was in the side pocket of his jacket and, as Horny moved toward him, he pulled out a blue steel automatic.
"Freeze," he said calmly. "We're all gonna have a talk. There's a lot more to this than meets the eye, neighbor. In fact, there's gonna be a nice bundle of loot in it for you, if you play your cards right."
"Sit down." He motioned with the gun, and Horny obeyed.
Lounger squatted opposite him and the girl.
"Okay. Now we talk turkey."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Horny was an honest man. he'd never done anything crooked, except screwing other men's wives, but he figured that was all right. Women, married or single, were fair game to any stud who could get them.
The deal that Mary's alleged husband outlined to him was out-and-out robbery-as dishonest as one could get.
They intended to hold up the armored car late Friday afternoon that transports bank funds from Sextonville to Grant City. They planned to transfer the loot to Horny's truck, because who would suspect a peddler whom everybody knew? After the truck had slipped through the dragnet which the police were sure to organize, the gang would pay off Horny with his cut of the money and with the snapshots Mary's "husband" had taken. Then they'd take the rest of the funds and leave. Horny would be in the clear, and nobody would ever know how the loot had been spirited away.
Horny agreed to it, with reservation.
If he could somehow outwit the gang, following the heist, and deliver the money into the hands of the police, he would surely get a fat reward. He could tell them he'd just pretended to play along-and why shouldn't they believe him? Of course, his cut wouldn't be as big, but he'd have a clear conscience afterward ... and hopefully enough extra dough to take care of his pressing bills and get Elmerine off his back.
Now all he had to do was work out a way to pull off the double-cross.
Sweat trickled inside his shirt as he waited in the truck, parked at a secluded point just off the road where the heist was taking place.
Sandi sat beside him, holding a gun in her lap.
"Why the hell d'ya have t' keep that thing out?" he asked. "I'm in this deal just like you are, for the money, I ain't gonna cross you and your friends."
"I feel safer holding it," she said.
"So hold it."
"Shouldn't they be here about now?" he asked Sandi.
She glanced at her watch. "Keep your pants on. It's three minutes yet."
"You people really got this thing timed out."
"Of course. Spec's good at figuring stuff like this."
"He's good at picking women, too." Horny forced a nervous grin.
"Never mind the compliments. You just get ready to drive as soon as the others get here with the loot."
Horny eyed the gun.
Every passing second brought another drop of sweat to his brow and chest.
Finally a dark sedan turned off the road and moved up the dirt lane. Horny tensed. Sandi watched through the open rear of the truck.
"It's them! Now sit right there."
She kept the gun on him.
The sedan came to a quick stop and both doors flew open. Mary got out on the driver's side and Spec on the other.
"Where's Lounger?" Sandi yelled.
Spec, white-faced and breathing hard, explained, "He was shot. The guard on the armored truck got him. We couldn't bring him with us. There were cars coming. We had to get the hell outa there."
"Is he dead?" she asked.
"Shit, no. It's just a flesh wound. But I'm scared as hell. Come on, Mary-let's get that loot into the truck.
We've gotta haul ass."
Spec and Mary piled the money sacks into the rear of the truck and slammed the double doors. "Okay-get rid of the car. You know where well meet."
"All right," she answered nervously. "Good luck."
"You, too."
Mary returned to the sedan, backed it around, and headed up the lane to the highway.
"Sandi, you and I are gonna ride in back. Well stash the loot in with the grocery stock, just in case we're stopped. Horny, take off. And remember, well be watchin' you every minute from back there, so don't try anything."
Spec and Sandi climbed past him into the rear section of the truck.
"Okay! " Spec ordered. "Let's go."
"Wait a minute." Horny twisted in the driver's seat to look at them. "This is no good. If Lounger talks, the cops'll be lookin' for this heap. They'll search it."
"Maybe he won't talk right away," Spec said. "That's our only hope. Haul ass, will you."
"No! I 'm not gonna get my tit in no friggin' wringer."
"You son of a bitch, I'll blast you!" Spec lifted his gun. "You do, and you'll be had for sure. Everybody knows me, even the cops. If they see somebody else behind the wheel...."
"All right. All right. But get the shit outa here."
"No. Let's be smart." Horny was sweating hard. "We can stay outa sight right here until after dark, then head for a ranch I know, a little ways up the road. The people will cooperate, I'm good friends of theirs. We can park the truck in their barn and hole up there until the cops quit looking."
"Maybe he's right," Sandi offered. "Lounger may have already spilled his guts."
"I don't like it. We'd be goin' against the plan."
"The plan's already screwed up. We've gotta try something different."
Spec nervously rubbed his hand across his thin face.
"Okay! Well wait here until it's dark." He added to Horny, "But this place you got in mind better be good."
"Don't worry."
The place was the farm of Inga and Jim Miller. This was swap night for many of the people he knew-but not the Millers. Inga was so devoted to her husband that Horny had never even been able to get close to her, and he was confident they hadn't been dragged into the swapping.
Sandi snuggled up to Spec. "As Long as we've got a little time to kill, why don't we make it worth our while, huh?"
"Are you nuts?" he snapped. "The cops are after us, and you wanta have sex?"
"Yes!" she hissed. "I'm hot as hell, Spec. This whole thing has got me worked up. Give it to me, will you, honey?"
She lowered the zipper on his pants.
"With that guy sittin' there?" He waved his gun at Horny.
"What do we care about him?" Sandi said. "Let him watch. It'll keep him quiet."
"But, shit...."
She lifted out his long cock.
Horny grinned as he watched them from the driver's seat.
"Who's gonna hold the friggin' gun on him?" Spec asked.
Sandi caressed his prick into a thrusting, bone-hard erection.
"I will," she said. "I'll hold the gun while you screw me.
And maybe when I go off, I'll squeeze the trigger, hm?" She laughed.
"You crazy broad!" But he pulled her against him and caressed her ass.
Sandi was a real good-looking bitch Horny observed, and right then she was at her best, lying in the center aisle of the mobile grocery store with her legs wide open.
Spec crouched between them and fed his cock to her hungry pussy in long, jarring strokes.
Horny could see the rhythmic merging of their organs-the pink lips of her cunt gobbling at Spec's pecker.
She pushed her feet against the floor and swung her ass while she bumped it. Spec slid his dong in and out, in and out.
Horny's prick was stiff as a spike in the left leg of his boxer shorts.
Sandi kept her promise and held the gun. But it was pointed at the ceiling when she orgasmed.
Spec stroked and stroked.
Horny licked his lips as he watched.
"Oh, screw me!" she yelled. "You long prick bastard!"
She bucked and spasmed, shaking like a leaf in a windstorm, and Spec heaved with her, filling her little crevice with his warm cream.
Slowly Sandi lowered her arm and let the pistol rest against the floor of the truck.
Horny heaved a sigh.
"Do you two feel better now?" he asked.
"Lots!" Sandi exclaimed, kissing Spec on the neck and ear.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Hello, Inga ... Jim. Is everybody else here?"
"Yes, they're in the living room. Oh, Barbie, I'm so nervous."
"So was I the first time," Barbara Anstetter confided to her friend, Inga Miller. "But I got over that right away. And afterward, it was all pure fun."
Barbie's husband grinned mischievously. "Well, maybe not pure. But fun."
Jim laughed with him.
"It was nice of your to host this party, even thought it's your first time with us," Carl Anstetter told the Millers.
"Inga insisted," Jim replied. "She said if she was gonna raise hell, she wanted to raise hell at home. Right, baby?" He gave his wife a slap on the ass.
"Who's out there?" Cathy called from the living room doorway. "Ah, Barbie and Carl! Are we all here now?"
"All here," Inga said, with a nervous flutter.
"Then let's get started. Oh, I can hardly wait tonight!" Jim Miller felt a rush of warmth surge into his loins. He could hardly wait to sink his prick into that gorgeous piece!
His wife was watching Carl, wondering if she'd get a chance to bed him before the night was over.
"Where's Horny?" somebody asked.
"Maybe he had to stay home and take care of his homework."
They laughed.
"Well, how are we gonna do it tonight?" Bill asked as he glanced around the group.
"Let's have the girls each put an intimate article in a hat," Carl suggested, "and the men will pick. If they pick their own wife's thing, they're stuck with her for the first round."
"I've got a good idea to add to that," Dick said. "Any husband who picks his own wife will have to screw her in front of the rest of us before we start."
There was a general shout of approval.
"What kind of things do we put in the hat?" Inga asked. "Oh, any personal object-something that you think your husband can recognize by touch," Carl said.
Jim went to the closet to fetch a hat.
"Okay, you guys, all of you look the other way, huh? You girls line up right here."
"Well, wait a minute!" Bill objected. "How about you, Jim?"
He grinned. "Y'mean you're not gonna let me pass the hat?"
"Get over here."
He handed the hat to Inga and joined the other men. She passed the line of wives.
Barbie dropped in an earring. Cathy took the ribbon out of her hair. Verna put in her wristwatch. Tall, slender Jane McNulty added a handkerchief with fancy embroidering.
Inga was the last to contribute, and she reached up her thigh to remove a ruffled garter.
"All right, boys!" she called. "Come over here and start picking."
She held the hat over her head.
Dick Taylor was first. He pulled out Inga's garter and grinned broadly when she claimed it.
"I knew Verna wasn't wearing anything like that," he said. "I watched her get dressed! " He gave her a wink.
George McNulty was next. He felt around the hat and took out the earring. He could see, by looking at the girls, that it belonged to Barbie. She'd forgotten to take off its twin.
Jim Miller could safely pick anything, but he wanted Cathy's article. He felt the ribbon in the hat, but forgot she'd been wearing one. He took the handkerchief, and was paired with Jane.
Carl chose the wristwatch and got Verna.
Bill was left with one possible partner-Cathy.
"Goddamnit!" he exclaimed. "Wouldn't you know? I'm stuck with my own wife."
Cathy brightened. This meant she and Bill would be able to show off in front of all the others.
But she chided him for what he'd said, "I'm sorry you're stuck with me."
"You know what I mean, baby. But well give 'em a great show. Right?"
"I'm ready," she purred, and moved into his arms.
"Shall we do it right here?" he asked Jim.
"Why not? The sofa's wide enough."
Everyone gathered around.
"Undress me," she whispered to her young, handsome husband as she offered her mouth for his kiss.
Their lips merged, his hand moving to the zipper which ran down the back of her pink dress.
The audience moved in closer.
Bill and Cathy terminated their kiss, and he slid her dress down off her shoulders, working it along her body until it dropped to the floor.
He removed the lacy brassiere, liberating her luscious tits.
Jim Miller stared. His eyes were large, and his prick hardened.
Bill pawed his pretty wife's breasts. They rolled and bobbed responsively.
The males in the crowd snuggled closer to their partners.
Bill dropped to one knee and ungartered Cathy's stockings.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the wonderful warmth enclosing her. She could feel every pair of eyes in the room.
Her pussy was drizzling already. God, the minute Bill got her down on that couch, she was going to screw like crazy!
No! she suddenly decided. She'd suck his cock first!
Bill pushed her stockings down. He took off her shoes, then the bunched hose. He reached behind her and unhooked the garter belt.
The women's eyes were hot, and the men had humps in the front of their pants.
She jammed her eyes shut again.
Bill grasped the top of her panties and lowered the flimsy nylon garment. Cool air touched her cunt.
She opened her eyes and moved quickly to the couch.
Bill stood and faced her, turning his back to the others as he disrobed. She watched him and tried not to look at the audience. But she couldn't resist glancing at them.
The men were gazing covetously at her, while their wives watched Bill remove his clothes.
He approached Cathy with his standing cock. The giddiness heightened within her as she quickly sat up and reached for his prick.
"Baby ... hey!" He tried to laugh. "What the hell are...?"
Cathy grabbed his upthrust pecker and wrapped her soft, moist lips around it. Excited murmurs arose from the crowd as Bill's cock bunted her palate, filling her mouth with its bulging head. She chewed and sucked at the swollen knob. She pulled at his balls as she moved her tongue around his prickhead, licking it voluptuously.
Jim Miller and Jane McNulty sank to the floor. His hand went up the back of her legs until it reached her soft, springy ass, and he squeezed the lush globes through her panties.
Dick pulled Inga in front of him, pressing her bottom against his risen cock. He covered her jutting tits with his hands and squeezed them as he kissed her neck and ears.
Carl Anstetter dropped into a chair and pulled Verna down onto his lap. He pushed her skirt and slip waist-high and petted her hot pussy under the pants.
Barbie and George McNulty sank to the floor, frantically pulling at each other's clothes.
Cathy was disappointed when she lifted her head from her husband's cock. No one was watching her.
She lay down and let Bill mount her. With a groan of pleasure, he slid his slick cock deeply into her lubricated cunt. They screwed passionately.
Jim pulled Jane's panties off, caressing her cunt and buttocks. Verna worked Carl's zipper down, lifted out his stiff prick, and adjusted herself so she could sheath it within her itchy snatch. He held the crotch of her panties aside to achieve the connection.
Barbara and George stripped each other and swiveled until they lay in a sixty-nine position on the rub. She took his cock in her mouth, and he gobbled her flavorful pussy.
Dick stripped Inga. As he knelt in front of her and pulled her pants . down, she pressed her golden bush against his face. He put out his tongue and licked up and down along her juicy split.
Horny drove his truck toward the Miller ranch, while Spec and Sandi rode in back.
Headlights loomed in front of them, brightened, then swept past.
"That was a cop car," Horny announced to his passengers.
"No bull?" Spec got up and craned his neck. "Oh, shit! They're stopping."
"They're turning around," Sandi echoed.
"Lounger, that bastard!" Spec exclaimed. "He must've finked."
Horny slowed the truck.
"What the shit are you doin'?" Spec demanded.
"Stopping, of course. We can't outrun 'em."
"We're sure as hell gonna try," Spec said, and moved forward to jam his gun into Horny's back. "Get to that friggin' ranch."
They raced past a parked car on the shoulder of the road. Its lights went on, and it joined the other patrol car in pursuing the clattering truck. Both police vehicles had their sirens blaring.
"Goddamnit, well hafta stop!" Horny said.
"The shit we will! I'm gonna stop them. Get some more speed outa this crate, will you?"
Spec moved to the rear of the truck and began shooting. The pursuing vehicles turned off their lights and cut their sirens.
"Hey, they stopped!"
"No, they didn't," Sandi moaned. "They just made it harder for us to hit 'em. They're still coming."
He cursed.
The lights of the Miller ranch appeared ahead.
"We're gettin' close to the turnoff," Horny announced. Tingles chased each other down his spine.
"Take the corner as fast as you can," Spec ordered. "Maybe the cops'll go by. That'll give us a little breather."
"It won't do no good," Horny argued tensely. "They'll come back and get us."
"Not if I can grab a couple of hostages at this place," Spec said. "The cops'll have to let us leave."
Horny tensed himself, braked the vehicle, and made a tight turn into the Miller's' long driveway.
The police cars swept past.
The original swap combinations had broken up, and they'd changed partners. A threesome was formed in the center of the rug.
Barbie was on her hands and knees, sucking Dick Taylor's cock, while George McNulty pumped his turgid prick in and out of her pussy from the rear.
Jim Miller had taken Bill's place atop Cathy on the sofa.
Bill relaxed and smoked a cigarette as he watched them hump.
Carl sat on an Ottoman and pulled Inga Miller down astride his thighs. She rubbed her sopping pussy against his cock, and he played with her round, jutting tits.
Verna and Jane were in a corner, kissing and caressing each other.
Since Jane was an old hand at Lesbian fun, she took the lead, letting Verna lie on her back while she spread kisses over her body. Jane's predatory mouth moved across Verna's titties, licking and sucking at the upthrust, stiff nipples. She worked them with her hand while her lips and lashing tongue moved downward, across Verna's waist and into the dark, thick bush at the junction of her belly and thighs.
Verna moaned and widened the spread of her legs. While Jane lapped her oozing pussy, she watched the others sucking and screwing.
Barbie humped both ways at once, bobbing her head on Dick's cock while she pumped against the dog-style thrusting of George's rod.
Inga succeeded in bringing Carl's cock up, and she had it sheathed in her hot, wet cunt. She bounced up and down on it, causing her large titties to bob rhythmically. He swiped at them with his hands, rubbing her erect, rosy nipples.
The sofa squeaked and sighed as Jim and Cathy pumped, together, his prick stroking and stroking in her heated hole.
Jane bent deep into Verna's thighs, and her skilled tongue swabbed the pink, moist lips of Verna's pussy. The cute brunette, moaned, and ground her pussy against the luscious, tonguing strokes.
Bill felt his cock coming up again as he watched Jane's appealing fanny.
He walked over to them and dropped to a kneeling position behind Jane.
Neither of the women saw him. Verna had her eyes closed and she thrilled to Jane's wonderful tonguing of her twat, and Jane was too deeply embedded between Verna's thighs to see.
Bill gripped his cock, moved up, and thrust his rigid pecker deep into Jane's waggling, fur-trimmed box.
"Oh!" the woman exclaimed, and started to straighten.
But Bill held Jane down.
"Get back to your cunt eating, baby," he said, screwing her vigorously.
She jammed her face down against Verna's snatch with vengeance.
Horny pulled his truck to a skidding stop in the Millers' yard. Spec and Sandi leaped out.
"Into the house!" Spec ordered.
He and Sandi rushed toward the porch of the house, Horny following. He lunged, catching Spec against the back of his legs, sending him tumbling head first into the porch.
"You motherfuckin' cocksucker!" he cursed.
Sandi gasped.
Horny wrestled the other man for his gun.
"You're nothin' but a lousy son of a bitch!" Sandi screamed, kicking Horny, as he tossed and turned with Spec on the bare flooring.
The two police cars tore up the driveway, their lights blazing.
Horny subdued Spec, but Sandi started to run.
"Into the house, both of you!" Horny yelled, lifting Spec's gun.
"You prick!" Sandi hissed at him, moving past into the house.
Horny pushed Spec after her.
"What the hell...!" Spec muttered, staring into the living room.
"All right, you people, stand right where you are!" a burly officer yelled. "Hands up."
"I got the drop on 'em, boys," Horny announced, "I was just waitin' for my chance. The money's in the truck. I was never a part of this thing."
"Horny, for Christ's sake!" Bill Kenyon shouted.
"What the shit is this?" Jim Miller wanted to know.
"That's what we'd like to find out," one of the policemen said.
Everyone around Sextonville liked Horny and no charges were filed against him. The authorities accepted his story that he'd been an unwilling accessory to the robbery.
No charges were brought against the orgiasts in the Miller's living room, but their reputations were ruined. The story of what had been going on passed quickly from one prudish gossip to the next.
Horny drove into the Miller farm and noticed Jim working at the far end of the field. The children were playing contentedly in the yard.
He rapped at the screen door. When blonde and beautiful Inga appeared, he grinned.
"Hi, honey," he greeted. "How about rippin' off a piece with me?"
"Horny! You rascal! You know we can't do that any more. People are still talking."
"Well, if they're talkin' anyway, how can things be any worse? Besides ... I never did have you, you know."
"Sure you did. That night when we had the party here." She stopped, and her tone changed. "That's true. You didn't You were fouled up with those robbers."
Grinning, he opened the door and stepped into the house.
"It's only fair that we do it at least once," he said, as he reached for her.
"But what about Jim? He's liable to come in when he notices your truck."
"Will he care? I mean, he was at the party."
"Sure hell care, as long as he's not getting anything."
"Then well hurry," Horny resolved, drawing her against him.
Her thrusting breasts burned against his chest. He pulled her skirt up at the back, got his hand under it, and caressed her panty-clad butt.
"Oh, Horny...! " she whispered.
They moved quickly into the bedroom and tore at each other's clothes. She unbuttoned his shirt, while he unzipped her housedress. He let her slide his shirt off. then bent and pulled her dress up. It came over her head, tossing her golden hair.
She picked at his belt buckle and opened it, as he removed her bra. He palmed and stroked her lovely titties while she pushed his pants down and caressed his thrusting cock through his shorts.
She scampered quickly onto the bed, her buttocks wobbling in the sheer nylon panties. She lay down and rolled onto her back, her titties vibrating delectably.
Horny shucked his shorts and lunged for her.
He sprawled on his belly and feasted at her breasts while he worked her clingy panties away from her loins. Her hand dug under him and found his cock.
"It's so stiff! " she exclaimed.
"Damned right, it's stiff! I ain't had a piece in three days."
"You poor man," she murmured. "I'll bet you really need it."
Horny stroked her warm pussy, slick with moisture, and wiggled its smooth, meaty lips. He slid his middle finger between them and into her channel.
He chewed lightly on the tip of a titty, lashing the stiff, rubbery nipple with his tongue.
Inga moaned, "Come on and screw me. Please...!"
He clambered atop her and poked his stalwart pecker down into her hot cunt. It slid far into her until his balls rested against her asshole.
"Oh, Horny!"
"Feel good?"
"Yes!"
"How d you want it-fast or slow."
"Oh, fast! Before Jim gets here."
"I hope it won't be too fast," he said.
"Don't worry," she told him. "I'm ready to pop right now.
He screwed her, fast and hard, his stiff cock sinking to the hilt each time he plunged it into her soft oozing cunt. He withdrew nearly all the way on the back strokes, then powered the prick deeply into her again. In and out, up and down-stroke, stroke, stroke!
Christ, what a hot, sweet piece of ass she was!
Horny screwed her harder and faster, and his strokes shortened. He banged his belly against hers; her hips pumped with him.
Inga gasped. Again. Again.
She climaxed, her cunt bucking and shaking and grabbing at his cock. He twitched and released spurt after spurt of thick, warm come into her panting pussy.
"My God," she sighed. "Oh, Horny ... darling...."
Bill and Cathy Kenyon sat in their kitchen, wondering what they were going to do that evening, when their telephone rang. Bill answered it.
"Hi, Bill. Dick. How are you?"
"Pretty good, old buddy. How're you and Verna?"
"Oh ... all right, I guess. Things are a little dull."
"I know what you mean."
"How's Cathy?"
"About as bored as the rest of us."
"I was just thinking...."
"Yeah?" Bill asked quickly.
"Well ... why don't the four of us get together? We could go out and have a few drinks somewhere-a little ways out of town, maybe."
"Sounds good." Bill looked at Cathy and gave her a wink.
"Then afterwards, if you and Cathy want to, we could...."
"Go to a motel?"
"Damned right."
"Cathy and I'll drop by and pick you up in ten minutes," Bill said.
"We'll be ready," Dick replied happily.
Bill let out a whoop as he hung up the phone.
"Oh, Bill, we're really gonna do it again?" Cathy asked, as she rushed over to him.
"We sure are! You're gonna give your little cunt to Dick, and I'm gonna screw the hell out of his wife."
