BEE-7290


Paramours In Paradise By Joy Ousex


Chapter One 

Dianna looked absolutely tremendous. After what seemed like hours, she had finally finished dressing, and had emerged from the steamy bathroom looking fresh and full of life. And, as is usually the case with Dianna, she also looked anxious and full of anticipation. 

Wearing nothing but a long white kimonolike robe, she walked across the room and over to where I had been sitting, waiting for her. Her straight blonde hair fell just over her shoulders; she had made a great effort during the past week to revive her slowly fading summer tan, and her skin had returned to a soft golden brown. She was tall, and stood before me, a smile playing across her lush red lips. 

"You like?" she asked. 

She reached down to the sash of her gown and, her fingers working at the bow, pulled back the material, holding it open. My cock tingled as I looked at her. 

Though a tall woman, her body was trim, her flesh tightened into sweeping curves and slopes. Her huge breasts jutted out from her body, two great round things, very firm yet very soft, crowned by two dark pink nipples that always seemed to be hard and erect with excitement, and that always seemed to be extending their invitation to my mouth. The flat plane of her belly swept down to her incredibly narrow waist, then blossomed out again as her hips melded into her thighs, full curving delights, guiding my eyes down to her perfectly shaped legs. My eyes went back to that treasured spot between her legs. A small triangle of sandy-blonde down covered her slightly rising mound, the contours of her cunt calling for my rapt attention. 

"Turn around," I told her. 

She turned. I lifted up the thin material of the robe. Tight and curving, first out and then back in, her ass was nothing less than magnificent. I reached out and ran my hand down the crest of her hips, tracing the curve with my fingers. 

"Very nice, Dianna, very nice." 

She turned back to face me. Her hands again pulled the robe open, and, moving forward, I extended my hand to her pussy. She reached down, between her legs; her eyes shone with excitement, her fingers slowly pulled open the lips of her pussy, exposing the pink already-slippery flesh. My finger slipped between the soft pink petals of her cunt, searching for the fleshy red button of her clitoris. She sucked in her breath as my fingers found the glistening nubbin. I pinched it lightly, holding it, rubbing it gently. 

"You're wet already, Dee," I told her, my voice cracking a bit with my own increasing needs. 

"I know. Put your finger inside of me, Ben. Please." 

I leaned forward and, sliding my hand down the shimmering pink canyon, inserted my finger up inside of her. She squatted down just a bit to ease my entrance. 

"Oh, God, that's niee, so nice . . . Yes, that's right, right, right, in and around ... so nice . . ." My finger pushed farther into her wetness; then, slowly, a second finger joined the first. Her pussy was more than warm, almost hot, the soft walls of her secret sexual chamber closing around my hand with their wet oily clutching. I twisted my fingers inside of her for a minute or two, stretching her. 

Then, ignoring Dianna's throaty pleadings, I removed my finger from her cunt. 

"Turn around, Dee," I told her. Dianna obeyed, spinning slowly so that she now stood in front of me, facing the same direction. Without being told, she gathered the long white kimono around her waist, exposing her pert ass. She looked back over her shoulder at me, smiled, and then leaned far over so that her forehead was but inches from the floor. I reached out to her, my hands pulling open the cheeks of her ass. She whimpered as I exposed her. Slowly, I inserted one of my fingers up into her ass, the oily juices of her pussy making her dark round entrance wet and slippery. She squirmed back down as my digit drove into her warm tight tunnel. 

"Oh God, that's... so nice... so... nice. . . deeper, yes ... yes ... just a little deeper. . . yes. . ." Her breathing was becoming more and more rapid, her words more and more of a chanting. She let go of her gown and had reached back around, her fingers now holding open her ass, inviting me to explore her deeper. I inserted a second finger into her rectum, pushing it high into her darkness. Her thighs began to tremble as I twisted my hand. I pushed higher, held her on my fingers for a brief moment, letting her enjoy her fullness; and then, very slowly, I withdrew my hand from her. 

I reached over to the small table on my left; I took from a small box a narrow but quite long white plastic vibrator. The thing was fastened to a wide blue strip of silk. 

"Lean way over, Dianna," I told her. She did as she was told, and I rubbed my hand over the hard rubbery shaft of the dildo. Then, telling Dee to pull her thighs apart, I inserted the tube up into her cunt. She bucked gently as it entered her. After pushing it as far as I could, so that only the bottom tip peaked out from between the lips of her pussy, I tied the long silk band around her waist, first pulling the scarflike material between her legs on each side of her now desperately anxious mound. The pressure of the silk held the vibrator up inside her. My finger found a tiny switch on the tip of the dildo, and she began to writhe as the plastic prick began to silently tremble within her. 

"Oh Jesus that's so ... feels so good ... so good . . ." Her forehead began to glisten with a sheen of her sweat. She had turned to face me; her hands had both dropped to between her legs, her finger pushing inward in slow, pumping movements on the tip of the plastic dildo. She watched me as I reached back to the table, picking up a joint. I lit it, took a long sucking drag on the yellow-tinged cigargette, then handed it up to her. Dianna took it, enjoyed a huge hit, and then handed it back to me. She closed her eyes as I took a second hit. We traded the doobie back and forth until we finished it, all the while Dianna, with her eyes shut, rotating her hips slightly as she stood there, the vibrator teasing at the depths of her cunt. The air in the room was heavy with the odor of the sweet grey smoke. 

There was a soft knocking at the front door. Dianna started a bit, her eyes flashing open. I motioned for her to relax. She let the folds of the robe once again fall together in front, and gently lowered herself to the cushions on the couch across from me. I stood up, first tossing the small roach into a nearby trashbasket, then stepped to the door. I bent slightly and squinted out through the peephole. I saw our visitors, distorted through the lens, and swung open the door. 

Anita and Bob stepped into the entry area. I shook Bob's hand, and as he struggled out of his coat, gave Anita, Dianna's twin sister, a peck on the cheek. 

We chatted for about fifteen seconds at the door, exchanging greetings, and then walked in and joined Dianna where she remained waiting in the living room. 

Dianna and Anita were twins but that fact and their height was where the physical similarities ended: Anita had naturally dark skin, almost a Mediterranean olive-green tint. Her hair was pitch-black, and her eyes a big round deep brown. Her face was slightly more delicate than Dianna's, and her breasts, though very round and firm-looking, were smaller than those of her sister. Both women possessed the same flat bellies and trim dancer's legs. Anita's ass took second place only to Dianna's. 

Everyone found a place to sit in the living room and, after some wine had been passed around, another joint was lit; during the next few minutes, we caught up with the recent history of each other. 

Bob and I had been planning this evening for over a month, and the anticpation rolling about my stomach was like a tide of boiling waves struggling against the calming heavy fog of the dope. I had turned off all of the electric lights, and the four of us spoke quietly in the golden dancing shadows of the fireplace and the one single kerosene lamp burning away on a shelf at the far end of the room. 

I sat on the end of the couch opposite Dianna, who had reclined against the thick cushions. The tense, anxious look in her eyes betrayed her continuing struggle for control over the waves of excitement pouring through her from the silent teasing of the vibrator still buried deep in her pussy. Bob sat in a chair to my right; Anita sat in a heavily cushioned loveseat directly across from me. Dianna's sister was wearing a thin beige blouse, its filmy material hiding nothing of Anita's breasts; her nipples, very large and very dark, etched their outline in the shirt as they strained with anticipation. Her skirt was a summer print. My stare drank in the curves of her softness. Her eyes caught mine and she smiled, then followed that with a quick wink. My eyes fell to her legs. Her dress had slid up above her knees; as we all talked quietly together, she slowly spread open her thighs, inviting my stare. Anita wore nothing under her skirt, and I could feel my cock hardening as my eyes traced the faint outline of her pussy, covered by a thick thatch of coal-black down. 

Dianna, in reaching for a joint on the table in front of us, had let her robe fall open in front, the fullness of her left breast exposed. I watched Bob's eyes as he feasted on her bosom, Dianna not bothering to pull the gown back in place. 

A second joint was lit and passed around. I stood up, and, having to think through a numbing swirling rush from the dope, started a tape rolling, the room filling with the soft, almost imperceptible rumble of some very mellow music. By this time, Anita's dress was completely open, and I wanted to bury myself in the soft black darkness that she was displaying so casually. The atmosphere in the room was tight with tension as we spoke, talking about everything except that which was foremost on our minds. 

After a third joint had been smoked, I turned and faced Dianna. 

"Why don't you show your sister the surprise I gave you," I suggested. Dee responded with an anxious smile. She stood up and stepped around the low, round coffee table in the center of the room and over to Anita, finally standing directly in front of her. Dee closed her eyes as her fingers again untied the sash that held the gown together. With a quick, shrugging movement of her shoulders, the white robe slipped to the floor. I watched as Anita's eyes went over the curving flesh in front of her. Dianna's nipples were hard and a bright pink-red, her huge breasts rising and falling in breathy anticipation. 

Dianna spread her thighs open as Anita's eyes rested on the silk belt that kept the dildo in place. Dee stepped closer as her sister leaned forward and slowly untied the cord. Anita stood up as the strap fell to the floor. 

Anita was almost exactly as tall as Dianna, perhaps a halfinch shorter at most. The sisters looked at each other, deeply into the eyes of the other, neither saying a word. Then suddenly, there occurred one of those magic times, when, without words, the thoughts bounding between people become so intense that all at once there's a terrific, unseen and and unheard explosion of release, when thoughts and desires become one and dominate everything else. 

Anita stepped back from Dee and, with a few quick movements of her own, she stood naked. The two women moved together, their four erect, throbbing nipples just barely touching, the anticipation of one teasing the anxiousness of the other. 

Dianna leaned forward just a bit, until her lips touched those of her sister. Anita's tongue darted out, whisking at the soft red, also-darting tongue of Dee. As they teased one another, their bodies moved again toward each other, this time more closely, until the round softness of their breasts crushed themselves into the softness of the other. My cock stiffened to its aching full length as Anita's hands traced an endless grid of invisible lines over the slopes and curves of Dianna's body, the unfamiliarly feminine fingers, beckoning Dianna farther and farther down into the dizzy rushing path of her own excitement. Anita's fingers slipped lower and lower, tracing and retracing their way over Dee, until finally they had flowed over and across her belly, waiting for the twin's response. 

I quietly got up off the couch and stepped over to where Dianna and Anita embraced. I motioned to Anita with my eyes and she stepped back from Dianna's arms. 

Anita stepped behind Dianna; I put my hand on her shoulders, forcing her to lean over. I bent over and, reaching around her waist, I pulled open the cheeks of her ass, exposing her two tight southerly openings to Anita. Kneeling down, still directly behind Dianna, Anita let her fingers slide between the lips of Dianna's cunt, and very slowly she pulled the still-trembling dildo from her tight wet grasp. Anita found the switch and flipped it; then, her eyes on mine, she brought the shimmering white plastic to her mouth, and licked at the oily globs of Dianna's love juices. Lapping it down, she licked it clean, then let it fall to the carpet next to her. 

Then Anita forced Dianna down onto her knees. I placed a cushion under Dee's belly; Dianna arched up, spreading her thighs apart, her rear end high in the air. Her sister knelt between her legs, then lowered herself so that finally her mouth was only a few inches from Dee's pussy. I stood up and moved back to the couch, and, with Bob, watched, transfixed, as Anita, inching closer and closer to Dianna, began flicking her tongue out to the lips of Dee's cunt. 

I felt my balls growing heavy with the surging tide of my own needs as Anita pressed her whole mouth against Dee, her tongue licking and sucking at her deliriously open pussy. Anita's tongue made soft wet sounds as she drank in Dianna's honey flavor. Bob had moved to the floor and, leaning on his side next to the two women, watched as if he had become hypnotized as the red thirsty tongue snaked its slippery way into the pink shimmering darkness. 

Just as Dianna's soft moans began to drift into hoarse, throaty demands, Anita turned her sister over onto her back. Anita then knelt, straddled over Dianna, so that her pussy was directly over Dianna's mouth. Slowly, very slowly, Anita squatted down, until Dianna's outstretched tongue disappeared between the lips of Anita's cunt. Anita tensed at the featherlike pressure as Dianna's tongue slipped up into her, and then lowered her head down to Dianna's anxious, accepting pussy. 

As Dianna licked at her wet depths, Anita's lips found the slippery red clitoris, and, sucking the swollen pulsing thing into her mouth, began pumping lightly on her twin; Dianna, her husky pleadings now filling the room, began to squirm, arching up and spreading her thighs back, silently demanding of her sister that she go on and on with her searching examination. 

Anita adjusted her position, shifting her weight onto her elbows; with her arms reaching down and around Dianna's hips, her fingers found their way between the cheeks of her sister's ass. Dianna arched up as Anita spread her open, all the while letting her tongue run uncontrolled over the pink soft wetness of Dianna's cunt. Dee groaned as her sister slowly inserted a long slender finger up into her anus. Anita pushed up into her with her finger, while at the same time driving down into her pussy with her tongue. Dianna responded, pushing her tongue up into Anita's cunt, holding her twin against her mouth, the two women entangled in the soft desperate graspings of the other, and began the first of what was to be an almost endless oily chain of climax after climax. 

As the two sisters writhed together, Bob raised himself to one knee and, catching my eye, motioned me to move around behind his wife. I stepped over to the two women, and then knelt •down directly behind Anita. She had squatted all the way down onto Dianna's mouth, her thighs spread wide over Dianna's face. I reached out, running my hands over her slightly raised ass, gently kneading my fingers into the soft contours of her cheeks. Bob leaned over and pulled her open; Anita arched up as I teased at her tight dark rectal opening with the tip of my fingers. Bob reached over and grabbed a bowl of oil that I had placed on the coffee table. Dabbing some on his finger, he rubbed the slippery stuff between her sweet buttocks. Then, with Anita's ass glistening from the stuff, I inserted a finger down into her. Dianna drove her tongue farther into her sister's cunt, and I could feel Dianna's movement with the tip of my finger. Anita moaned loudly and began rocking back and forth, back and forth, accepting more and more of Dianna's tongue, and taking more with hers, with each bucking, arching cycle. 

I closed my eyes for a moment as my mind struggled against a falling, swaying rush, then opened them to find Bob, standing up, his hands stripping off his clothes. His cock, swollen to the full length, sprung out from his body like a thick red pipe. He stood there, looking down at the two luscious women at his feet as they rocked and bucked and arched their way through their first orgasm in perfect unison, The leaping flames in the fireplace had slowed to glowing golden embers, and dark shapeless shadows flitted across the walls of the room, enhancing the unworldly atmosphere that already encased us in its unrelenting grasp. 

Dianna was on her back, her head propped up on a cushion, her legs spread open; her twin sister was above her, straddling her, Anita's pussy grinding down lightly on Dianna's mouth, Anita's tongue buried in Dee's cunt, her arms embracing, reaching around, her finger pushing into the tight darkness of her asshole. 

I stood up and stepped over to Bob and the two women, shedding my clothes as I moved. I caught Bob's silent gesture, and I moved around behind Anita. She had her ass high up in the air, and I could see Dianna's tongue licking and sucking the pink flesh of her sister's pussy. My cock ached with its stiffness; a small pearl of precum seeped through, and it felt warm and sticky on the purple swollen head of my penis. 

Bob watched me as I lowered myself to my knees, just above Dianna's head, almost against Anita's now slowly rotating backside. I reached down to Anita's glorious buttocks and gently pulled them open. I waited for a few seconds, watching her as she rocked back and forth, impaled now on her sister's tongue, exposed and open. Bob had moved down opposite me, kneeling just above Anita's head, almost against Dianna's pussy. Just as I watched, holding the cheeks of Anita's ass open, so did Bob watch Dianna, as he gently pushed her thighs up and out, pulling the lips of her cunt wide, allowing Anita to drive her tongue farther and farther into her wetness. The two sisters were still caught up in the sticky hot web of their shared climax, and Bob and I watched as they writhed together on the floor in front of us. 

Bob's fingers were now pulling open the lips of Dianna's pussy; she moaned loudly as Anita again sucked her clitoris into her mouth as Bob drove two fingers up into her cunt. Slowly, I lowered myself down so that I rested on my elbows, my mouth only an inch or two above the crest of Anita's squirming ass, my cock hard and pulsing, trapped between my belly and the thick soft carpet. Dianna reached around Anita's hips from beneath, her fingers pulling the cheeks of her pert behind open, as I began licking and teasing at her tight dark hole. Anita whimpered as I let my tongue lap at the soft warm secret between the mounds of her ass. Dee pulled her wider as I nudged my tongue down into her. I moved my tongue back and forth as I pushed farther and farther into her, until finally my lips were pressed hard against the soft, giving crest of her ass. Dianna released her clitoris from the sucking grasp of her mouth and once again slid her tongue up into her sister's pussy. As I sucked and licked at Anita's ass, I could feel the movement of Dianna's tongue in her cunt, the two of us drinking at Anita's flowing excitement. 

Bob had reached under Dianna, and, his fingers almost dripping with Dee's juices, pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and pushed up into her darkness. Dianna arched up at the fullness, accepting the pressure. Anita continued eating Dee's cunt, her tongue deep within her pussy. 

Suddenly, the two women reached their peak, both tensing at the precise same moment, and then, still together as if one, they fell from that dizzying height, their two convulsing bodies entwined and joined, soaring through the bucking rushing orgasm that they so intimately shared. I pressed my tongue deep down into Anita's ass, my mouth straining against her cheeks, eating and licking my way through the tightness, just as Dianna was gulping the sweet honeylike juices as they flowed from between the lips of her twin sister's cunt. Bob's fingers had disappeared into Dianna's ass, his hand pumping into her, while at the same time Anita licked and tasted Dianna's pussy. 

For months, Dianna had fantasized about what it would be like to fuck, and to be fucked by, her twin sister. Dee had thrilled as to the opportunity for discovery of a body that had, for years, been so close to hers. One night not long ago, Dianna had said that it would be like tasting herself, and being eaten by her own lips and tongue. And now, as the two women writhed and squirmed against each other, impaled on tongues and fingers, it was apparent that the reality had, at the very least, satisfied the visions of the fantasy. 

Finally, the two women began to slow, until at last, their needs, at least for the moment, had been met. Bob and I both stood up. Anita and Dianna remained on the carpet, in the arms of the other, their breathing labored and tired. I stepped over to the fireplace and put a couple of new logs on the fire. Bob poured us some wine, and we sat down and spoke together quietly as the two sisters relaxed. 

I lit a joint, took a long hit, and then passed it over to Bob. Then perfumed smoke blended with the sexual musk of the sisters into an invisible, slightly moist cloud. I watched as Bob knelt back down next to the women. Gently, he lifted Anita off Dianna. As Dee watched through still-sleepy eyes, Bob spread her thighs apart, exposing her still open, still slightly trembling pussy. The flesh was pink and glistening, her swollen red clitoris peeking out from between the lips of her cunt, almost invisibly pulsing. Bob watched her as he played with her. Several times his fingers found her nipples, hard as rubies, and he teased them, rubbing her huge shuddering breasts first this way then that way, pressing into them, using them like two round soft toys. A sparkling drop of her essence spilled from her cunt, and slowly made its sticky warm way down her thigh. Then Bob inserted two fingers up into her pussy, pushing his hand hard between her legs. Dianna arched up, spreading herself open, accepting his invasion of her with an anxious anticipation. 

I crawled over to Anita, who was now watching Bob examine Dee, his hand and eyes exploring every inch of her. Anita smiled at me and rolled over onto her hands and knees. She spread her thighs open, revealing her pussy, still wide open and gaping from Dianna's hungry tonguing. I reached out to the pink flesh as I knelt behind her. She was dripping, her anxiousness overflowing; she whispered something I couldn't quite hear. 

Bob glanced over toward the two of us. He took his hand from between Dianna's legs, ignoring her gasping protests. Following his lead, I, too, stood up. 

"I, uh, have a surprise for the three, well, actually the four of us . . . guess . . . and believe me, there's no better time than right now." 

Anita and Dianna and I all stared wide-eyed at Bob as he stepped over to a bag he had left on the table. He picked it up and disappeared down the hall leading to the guest bathroom. 

"I'll be right back," he waved as he disappeared. 

The two women and I waited for Bob's return, Dianna and Anita both restless with curiosity and a slight nervousness. They lay down next to each other, gently caressing the other with slender, long-nailed fingers; I silently watched the two women as they shared in a closeness they had never before known. - 

After about ten minutes, Bob emerged from the darkness of the hall. In one hand he was carrying a white towel, rolled up into a soft, furry tube. Steam rose from the hot moist fabric. In his other hand he held a white silk scarf. He put the towel on the carpet next to the two women, and, as Dianna and I watched, completely fascinated, he tied the scarf around Anita's head like a blindfold. After tying a knot at the back of her head, he asked her if she could see, and she shook her head no in reply. He then gently forced her to lie on her back, her head propped up by a large cushion. He then took the wet, hot towel and unrolled it. Inside of the roll was a second towel, which he next spread open, and then slipped it under Anita's ass. Again, he turned back to the roll. He stretched out the towel completely. A small chrome-handled razor fell to the carpet. Bob got up, went quickly back to the bathroom, and then emerged a second time, this time holding in one hand a shaving mug and an old-fashioned brush, in his other hand a small shining pair of scissors. 

Dianna sucked her breath as she realized the nature of Bob's surprise. My cock sprang out stiffly, suddenly renewed, as visions of Anita's sweet pussy, its mound and lips as smooth as a young girl's, ripped through my mind. Bob was enjoying the scene immensely, his prick standing erect from his body. 

Slowly, he knelt down between Anita's legs. Her thighs were spread wide, and the suddenly sightless woman, who now seemed so vulnerable as she lay there, open and spread and powerless, whispered, very softly, to those around her: 

"What are you. . . going . . . to do to me?" she asked, her voice cracking a bit with an odd mixture of longing and fear. 

Bob answered, his voice low and calm. "Just going to take you back a few years, Anita. We want you to enjoy this. Just. . . relax and enjoy. . . ." 

First, Bob took the scissors and clipped the down covering Anita's pubic mound, as close to the skin as he could get. At the sound of the first snip of the blades, Anita knew what Bob had planned for her. A smile broke across her lips, and she spread her thighs wider so as to give her tormentor more room in which to move. In less than ten minutes, he was done, Anita trimmed down almost to her flesh. 

Next, Bob took a small jar of oil from the now-spread roll. Rubbing some on his hands, he began to caress Anita's mound with the stuff so that soon the pink flesh and coal-black thatch glistened with the slippery liquid. 

Dianna was staring at Bob's hands as they massaged the warm fluid over and into her sister's pussy; Anita had begun to whimper softly; Dianna's right hand was now playing at Anita's breast, teasing at her nipple. My own eyes remained riveted to Anita's pink, slippery flesh. 

Then Bob took the still-hot damp towel and pressed it between Anita's legs. Anita squirmed at the warm, soft pressure. Dianna had lowered herself next to her sister, and her lips had found her sister's hard, dark nipples. Dee flicked her tongue at it, licking around its base, then finally sucking the whole rosette into her mouth. Anita reached up and was now holding Dianna's head, pulling her against her softness. 

"Oh . . . God, that feels. . . feels so good . . ." Anita whispered, hoarsely, spreading her thighs wider. "Jesus, what. . . ever you're doing . . . the both of you. . . don't stop . . . don't stop . . ." 

Bob held the towels against her for a few more minutes, as all the while Dianna sucked and licked at her breasts. 

Removing the towel, Bob took the shaving cup and brush and handed it to me. I silently took them and began stirring the thick soft bristles of the brush against the warm wet soap in the cup, working it into a steaming, bubbly lather. I moved so that I was kneeling directly between Anita's legs. Bob reached back to the table behind him and picked up a large, rubber dildo, its shape between that of a ball and that of an oval. It was larger at one end than the other. Dianna leaned across Anita's belly, her fingers finding the lips of Anita's pussy, and pulling them open. 

"Spread your legs open, Anita," Bob instructed her. She did so, and I noticed her juices flowing down the inside of her thighs, seeping out from between the spread lips of her femininity in two sticky, slowmoving streams. 

Slowly, Bob inserted the huge ball-like thing up into her, high into her cunt. Anita arched up so as to accept the sex toy. She moaned loudly as Bob pushed it up into her wet depths. 

"Take it, Anita, I want you to take the whole thing. . ." 

"Yes ... yes ... yes . . . the whole thing . . ." she answered, her breathing coming in short gasps as she strained at the fullness. 

As Anita began to writhe at the pressure stuffing into her, Bob told Dianna and I that the ball would keep the flesh tight and stretched, thereby providing a closer shave. 

Bob motioned to me with his eyes, and I began to glide the lather-dripping brush over the woman's mound, sopping her pussy with the thick slippery foam. While Bob watched, I teased his wife with the bristles, until finally the entire area between her legs was covered with the white froth. 

By this time the still-blindfolded Anita, the huge rubber ball stretching wide her cunt, was a prisoner in her own unknowing excitement. The ball protruded from between her vaginal lips, and she was bucking gently against its hard, unyielding pressure. The bubbling white foam had mixed with Anitai own golden juices; gold and white strands swirled together down her thighs. Dianna was holding her by her shoulders, her mouth having released Anita's nipples and, her tongue having rediscovered her lips, the mouths of the two women played at each other, teasing together. 

After I had spread the hot, lubricating soap, Bob motioned for me to hold open Anita's tender thighs. She moaned as I held her, Dianna's tongue still licking at her lips. Bob leaned forward, his face only inches from Anita's pussy; slowly, as he stretched the-wet and soapy skin with one hand, holding it tightly, he lowered the gleaming razor's head until he had it angled against her. Very gently, he pulled the blade toward him, his fingers grasping the ivory handle firmly. Dianna and I stared down at the slowly moving blade as it scraped up the oiled, downlike covering. Bob's wife moaned at the feather pressure of Bob's strokes. 

Bob began at the very top of her mound, slowly working downward, first down the right side, then down the left. Every so often, Bob would dip the blade in a bowl of hot water that Dee had brought from the kitchen. The blade missed nothing, leaving only pink, satin-smooth skin in its wake as it passed. Dee and I watched as Bob finally completed the last few strokes, far back between her legs, just inches past her now bright-pink ringed opening. Bob put down the blade and stared at the results of his efforts. He smiled as he reached to the gleaming bare flesh, lightly running his fingers along the crest of Anita's cunt. He took the towels and cleaned the rest of the soap from between the woman's thighs. 

Anita, still blindfolded, reached down, sliding her hands over her belly. Hesitating at first, she began caressing her cunt with curious searching fingers. She explored her unfamiliar smooth ridges and curves, whimpering as she slipped her fingers between the lips of her gash. Dianna again lowered her lips, invading Anita's mouth with her tongue. I spread her thighs as Bob lowered his mouth to her pussy, his tongue examining the new smoothness. Bob straightened up, then motioned to me to take his place. I moved between Anita's thighs as Bob held her open. I let my fingers glide over her pussy for a few moments, enjoying the silklike sensation. Then, with Anita's own fingers pulling open the lips of her cunt, I began licking her, running my tongue all over the slippery-smooth skin. I sucked at her clitoris for a few moments and, as Bob reached under her and pushed a finger up between the cheeks of her ass, I darted my tongue down into her wetness. Anita arched up, a loud throaty gasp escaping her lips. Dee had swung her leg over Anita's shoulders and was squatting down, pushing her own anxious pussy into Anita's equally anxious mouth. Bob slipped a second finger into her ass; Anita moaned, and suddenly I felt the soft slippery walls of her cunt convulsing around my tongue, her juices filling my mouth as she overflowed. 

Dianna began to shudder as she rode Anita's tongue; Bob withdrew his digits from Anita's ass and stepped around behind Dianna. As she rocketed past the limits of her control, Bob bent her over, her head now resting on her lover's belly. He reached down to her pussy and rubbed his fingers over the slippery wet skin, teasing at Anita's lapping tongue as he did so. He then slid his finger back to her buttocks, wetting her tight opening with her own juices. Then, with Dianna already squirming down against him, he pushed his cock into her. Riding Anita's tongue and Bob's prick, Dianna exploded into her climax, moaning loudly, twisting and writhing. Bob began thrusting into her, slow, long strokes, his hands reaching around her sides, grabbing at her round, shaking breasts. I knelt up and moved closer to Anita. I rubbed the purple swollen head of my cock against her gleaming pink flesh. She felt smooth and slippery. I pushed into her, impaling her on my straining penis. I opened my eyes and watched Dianna as Bob exploded into her grasping rectum. She squatted as she came, pressing her convulsing cunt against Dianna's mouth. Anita bucked once, then gasped, then bucked again, her pussy rotating inches off the ground in small tight circles. She lashed out with her arms, then with her legs, falling into her twisting, ripping orgasm. Suddenly, my own tide broke away, surging out of me into the sucking wet tunnel of Anita's pussy. My muscles tensed as I shot into her, my cock jerking spasmodically inside of her, my hot thick white cum spilling out into her shaking, shuddering wetness. Bob gasped as he continued his hot flow into Dianna, even as I strained and poured into Anita. 

More minutes passed, and then finally the four of us were still. The golden shadows of the fire danced across the ceiling and the walls of the room. As I stretched out on the carpet between the two women, sleep quickly smothered over the four of us. Several hours had passed since Bob and Anita had announced their presence at our door, at least an hour had passed since the four of us had fallen together through our swirling, shared orgasm. Dianna and Anita had brought out some' sandwiches from the kitchen, and we talked quietly as we snacked; the wine and the dope, and, most of all, the sexual release, combined to mute reality for us, and seemed to envelop us all with an almost-numbed cocoon of calm. It was the early hours of the morning, and through the large skylight in the ceiling above me, I watched the blue, star-filled nighttime sky turn to the inky black screen of just before dawn. 

"You know, I've been meaning to tell you all night, Ben, I heard of a ... you're going to love this ... a group, like a club, sort of, where all the members-wellit's sort of a club for connoisseurs of the, uh, physical. . . sexual. . ." Bob's speech was slightly slurred. He was sitting across from me, the two women relaxing on some cushions next to him on the floor. 

"A sex club, you mean?" I asked. 

"Uh, no, not exactly. . . not really a sex club . . . these people, the members, apparently take their sex quite seriously. They have all these rules . . . everyone has to be married, attractive, things like that. I guess there're about ten, fifteen couples, who are members, or whatever you want to call them." 

I was probably too tired to show it, but Bob had piqued my curiosity. I noticed that Anita and Dianna had also stopped their own conversation and had diverted their attention to us. 

"Why don't you give it a try," I suggested, reaching for a glass of wine. My mouth was dry and scratchy. 

"Well, I don't know if I'm up to something like that. I was hoping that curiosity would get the better of Dianna and you; then you could tell us what it was like, and, uh, if it was any good, and then, Anita and I could join if it sounded okay." 

"Aha, so that's it. You want us to be the guinea pigs," I laughed. Dee giggled, along with her sister. 

"Not really, no. Actually, I just figured that since the two of you are the experts, your opinion would be good enough for us. Hey, I've got a name and phone number if you want to find out more about it." Bob took a card from his wallet. I looked at the name and telephone number, then put it down on a small table next to niy chair and told Bob that I'd think about it. 

In spite of some very half-hearted protests, another joint was lit, and after about twenty minutes, the four of us were once again entangled together on the thick cushion of the carpet. 

We Fucked Until Midmorning. Chapter Two 

The telephone conversation with the man who identified himself only as Ron lasted about three minutes. I told him that a friend had given me his number and had suggested that I call him. He asked if I knew something about his group, and I told him that I knew only a little; he asked if I was married, and when I replied in the affirmative, he asked me to describe both my wife and myself, which I did. He said that he and his wife, Vivian, could meet us the next night at a cocktail lounge. I told him fine, that we'd be there about eight the following evening. He said goodbye, and that was that. 

Dianna and I arrived at the bar first, and found a small table tucked away against the back wall. We ordered our drinks, and after a wait of about ten minutes, Ron and Vivian presented themselves at our table. 

My breath caught in my throat as Ron introduced his stunning wife. She was as blonde as Dianna, and perhaps an inch shorter. Her thin print blouse strained against the pressure of her magnificent breasts which, at least through the material, seemed to be enormous, as round and as large as Dee's. Vivian had an open, fun smile, her face as fresh and as young-looking as her body was exciting. Ron was big also, maybe six-two or six-three, with a mellow, laid-back disposition; his shoulders were broad, and the short sleeves of his golf shirt stretched thin as they encircled his tanned, bulky, strong-looking arms. His hair was blonde, almost white, as if bleached by the sun. The pair of them looked as if they had just walked off some sunny Southern California beach. I. watched the two of them as their eyes quickly appraised us. We shook hands all around, and then they pulled a couple of extra chairs over to the table and sat down. 

We chatted as the waitress returned with our drinks, and took their orders. She returned again, and we toasted each other and took our first tastes. Another five minutes passed with small talk, and then, just as I began to feel the slightly mellowing effects of the alcohol, Ron began explaining about his friends. 

"Well, from what you said on the phone, Ben, I take it that both you and Dianna know at least something about us." 

I nodded. 

"The group we belong to-and that's what we call ourselves, by the way, simply 'The Group'is really nothing more than about fifteen couples who enjoy their pleasures, sex being foremost among them. We first got together about four years ago, originally there were four couples. The Group has parties about once a month. Simply put, the parties are designed to provide an atmosphere enhancing the members' already active interest in sex. The only rules we have are those designed to promote the members' enjoyment. Do you want me to continue?" His eyes flashed from me over to Dianna, and then back to me. 

"Please do," I answered. 

"Let me tell you two of the rules. First, to be considered for membership, the couple must be attractive. I think you'll find that every individual you might meet from The Group is going to be quite satisfactory, physically. Second, The Group's activities are designed essentially for those individuals who wish to expand their sexual limits, who want to explore areas beyond their own erotic horizons. For members of The Group, the parties provide an opportunity to enjoy pleasure simply for the sake of pleasure. I should tell you that our male members tend to be voyeurs and their wives, exhibitionists. It has proven to be a convenient and, I might add, a most pleasant combination. The third rule, which is probably the most important, is that of discretion. Since we depend on each other to keep our little secret a secret, the greatest discretion is required. All of our members are quite successful in their outside activities, and few could afford to have their private pleasures made public. Do you understand, so far?" 

Again, I nodded my head in the affirmative. Dianna did the same. 

"One other thing. We accept very few new members. It is necessary that the two of you be approved by all of the members." I swallowed some of my drink. "And how is that done?" 

"Any new applicants are, uh, reviewed, if you will, at the parties. We've developed a sort of ritual over the years. The purpose is to provide the members with an opportunity to meet and decide the, uh, compatibility of the newcomers. If you're still interested, we'd arrange for the two of you to attend the next party." 

I looked over at Dianna and noticed the sparkle of interest dancing in her eyes. 

"Sure, we're still interested." 

"Fine, fine. There's a party scheduled this Saturday night. I realize that that's not much notice, but do you think you could make it?" 

"I think that Saturday would be fine," I answered. 

Ron reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a small piece of white notepaper. 

"Here's the address. The party starts at eight, but the new couples are asked to be there an hour earlier, so you'll have to be there by seven. Please don't be late. You might be interested to know that we'll be considering one other couple for membership, so Dianna won't be alone during the, uh, ritual. From what little I know of the two of you, and what I know of the other couple, all four of you should enjoy the evening." 

We ordered another round of drinks. I noticed Vivian eyeing Dianna continuously throughout the conversation. We chatted for about another fifteen minutes, talking about nothing in particular. The four of us then left the bar together, heading out to the parking lot. The night air was warm and moist. 

Ron and Vivian had unknowingly parked their car next to ours. The two of them walked in front of us, and were both over on the far side of their car. 

"Ben, Dianna . . . come on over here for a minute . . ." Ron's voice had a peculiar tenseness to it. Dee and I walked around to where they both stood. 

Vivian was leaning against the side of the car, her arms and legs spread slightly, her back to Ron. 

"I'd like the both of you to see something," he said, reaching down and slowly lifting the hem of Viv's shirt up to her waist. She had been naked under her dress, and the dress was raised to reveal her thighs, fleshy though firm, their curves sweeping up to the soft wet flesh of her cunt. Her ass was incredible, her cheeks jutting out, round and sweeping, the copper-brown tan even and unbroken. 

Ron lowered himself to one knee, directly behind the woman. He reached up between her legs, forcing her thighs wider. The lips of her pussy were open and already glistening with her excitement. My cock stiffened, aching to be buried in the warm wet softness displayed before me. 

"She's already wet. She's always wet, always ready. She tastes good, like bitter honey. Ben . . . taste her juices." 

I leaned down and inserted a finger up between the lips of Vivian's pussy. Her cunt was warm and gaping. Her oil felt thick and creamy on my skin. Vivian groaned as I pushed my digit into her, then squatted back down against my hand. I withdrew my finger and brought it to my lips, my tongue flicking out and licking at the slippery stuff. Her flow was very warm and carried the thick sweet perfume of musk. It was thick, and tasted rich. I looked back at her pussy. My balls churned with my sudden, almost overpowering need to fill the woman with my cum, to experience her softness, her incredible beauty. 

Vivian was looking back over her right shoulder, back at Dianna. Ron was still holding her dress up, her legs still spread open, her cunt and ass still exposed. 

"Dianna," Viv said, her voice almost a whisper. "Go ahead and taste me... please." 

Dianna stepped closer to Vivian, then ran her left hand down over the crest of her ass. She paused for a second, then pushed her finger up between the lips of her pussy. Vivian lowered her head and moaned. Dianna brought her finger to her mouth. 

"You taste. . . beautiful. . ." Dianna said. I noticed that Dee's nipples were suddenly hard and erect, etching their outlines into the thin fabric of her blouse. 

"Think about me," she said, winking, as Ron let the dress fall back to full length. 

The next few days seemed to crawl by, and as we drew nearer to Saturday, the tension surrounding Dianna and I grew thicker and thicker so that by Saturday afternoon the two of us were almost incapable of harboring a thought that in some way wasn't linked to some shared fantasy. 

My thoughts kept returning to visions of Dianna caught up in the living out of several of the fantasies that I had created. My sexual drama gave Dee an opportunity to act out her own most-hidden needs, and it benefited the both of us; we quickly became addicted to the continual searching for our physical limits, the discovery of the physical treasures of others. 

The first time that I had used Dianna for the satisfaction of my own mind's myths was almost two years ago, and, one of those unique coincidences of fates having occurred, I shared her with a good friend of mine. Dianna's eyes went wide, first with surprise and then with anticipation when I told her that I was going to let our weekend houseguest, who was at that moment in the guest bedroom, only a few feet away from where we whispered together, fuck her. She asked me why, and I told her because I thought that all of us would enjoy it. We approached my friend right then about the idea, and he said that he was all for the idea. This didn't surprise me in the least; since the three of us had become friends, I had frequently caught him looking at Dianna with a more and more urgent longing in his eyes, and that look said that he wanted the woman. The three of us decided to make the occasion as grand and dramatic a celebration as possible. We each took a quick shower; my friend, Tom, in the shower in the guest bath, Dianna and I together in ours. We met downstairs in the living-room, where I quickly built a crackling fire in the arched, brick fireplace. Directly in front of the dancing flames I laid out a thick woolen white rug. Tom already had a joint going and he passed it around as Dianna found some glasses and poured the wine. 

Dianna had entered the room wearing only a completely transparent white blouse and matching summer skirt. Her nipples glared pink from behind the veil of her shirt; a small closely-trimmed thatch of sandy-blonde colored down marked the junction of her full-curved thighs. Both Torn and I were dressed in only short. white bath towels tied around our waists; both of the tight stretched towels showed the growing, anxious bulges of our quickly stiffening cocks as Dianna brought the wine in from the den. I waited until Dianna had rested the large silver tray on the table at the right of the fireplace. I motioned to her silently to join Tom and me, the two of us now sitting on the rug in front of the fire. Dianna came to us, knelt down on one knee, then reclined back on the cushions between us. Tom's eyes were riveted to Dianna's huge round breasts, which swayed from side to side in slow sweeping curves as she moved. Dee closed her eyes as her head touched the cushion. I reached up and, as Tom stared wide-eyed, I unbuttoned her shirt, button by button. After I had finished, I pulled the material back to display her pink-crowned softness. Tom's eyes followed my fingers next to her skirt. Slowly, as I did with the blouse, I pulled open each separate button in the line of six that ran up the front of her skirt. 

After I had finished, I again pulled the material apart, this time exposing Dianna's anxious pussy to Tom, who watched, his eyes fixed on the unfolding lush display before him. As I pulled open the skirt, Dee, her eyes still closed, spread her thighs open; Tom reached down, running his hand over Dianna's mound. Dee moaned at the touch, and Tom lowered his mouth to her left nipple, taking the swollen stiff thing into his mouth. I pulled open the lips of Dianna's cunt, and Tom's fingers, following mine, quickly found their way into Dianna's slippery pink crevice. Dianna arched her ass up off the cushion beneath her; she was wet, her juices glistening against the pink-red flesh. Tom's towel had fallen to the floor, and his cock was hard and long; he moved to his left a bit and began rubbing his straining prick over Dianna's glorious breasts. Dee reached up and held her soft mounds together, pressing them into each other, forming one great mass of curves, as first one of her lovers and then the other thrust his cock between them. 

I remember moving back from Dianna at about that point and, sipping at the wine, silently watching the two as Tom examined his new magnificent toy. Tom had turned Dianna over onto her stomach, the cushion beneath her belly now forcing her delectable bottom up into the air. As Tom moved back around her, Dianna spread her thighs open, exposing her cunt to Tom's examination. I watched him as he ran his hands over her, first along the crest of her ass, then down between her legs, then finally, holding the labia of her pussy open with the fingers of one hand, he inserted two of the fingers of the other up inside her. Dianna gasped, then raised up higher as he pushed a third digit up into her wetness. 

I stood up, letting the towel fall to the carpet at my feet. I moved down to the two lovers just as Tom, now on his knees, began moving up against Dianna, pushing his prick over the slippery pink-ness of her cunt. Dianna was rotating her rear end in soft tight circles, inviting Tom to use her further. 

I reached around Dianna, holding her by her breasts, as Tom's prick, its bulging round head purple with the strain of its own engorgement, found her warm wet opening. She moaned as she accepted him, his shaft thrusting up into her gash. Tom reached around her with his hands, holding her by her thighs, pulling her back against him as he strained forward. 

As Tom began his slow, constant pumping, Dee opened her eyes and turned to me. Looking up, she smiled at me, then once again shut her eyes tightly against any interference with the overwhelming fantasy that she was living. 

On my knees, I moved around so that I was directly in front of her. She raised her head at my movement; my cock, aching for release, stretched straight out to her lips, barely an inch or two from her warm wet mouth. I held her head between my hands as I pushed my cock into her mouth. She closed her soft red lips around my prick, her tongue teasing at the tip. I arched forward, and she accepted my entire length. Tom, his pumping becoming more and more urgent, whispered that he wanted Dianna on her back when he came. I took my dick from her mouth as Tom stepped back; slowly, we turned her back over. She positioned her ass over the cushion, spreading her legs open. 

"Oh, Jesus . . . please ... I want a cock inside . . . of me ... oh ... Jesus, please . . ." 

Tom quickly moved between her knees. Dee arched up as he lowered onto her; Dianna groaned as Tom mounted her, driving his cock deep up into her. My fingers played over Dianna's breasts as the two of them reached the peak of their control together. Suddenly Dianna moaned loudly; first arching, then wrapping her thighs around Tom's waists she began a jerking, bucking ride, impaled on his jutting cock. Tom stiffened, his back perfectly straight; then, with the first massive wet convulsion of his cock, he fell into his climax, pumping, thrusting, jerking into Dianna; Dee's head moved from side to side as he gushed into her pussy, filling her with a continuing torrent of his hot thick semen. Leaning down, I kissed Dianna hard on the mouth as Tom fucked her, emptying his white creamy load into her accepting cunt. They writhed together for long minutes, moving, twisting, grabbing at the pleasures of one another. As Tom slowed, I motioned to him silently, and, with Dianna still caught up in her swirling, rushing release, he withdrew from between her legs. I noticed that his cock, still hard and stiff, was coated with a white, glistening mixture of Dianna's oil juices and his own sticky cum. 

As I guided Dianna back over onto her stomach, Tom slipped beneath her, sliding down until his pecker, standing stiffly up from his body, was directly under Dianna's cunt. Dee squatted down over him, lower and lower, until first the head, and then the entire length of his shaft, disappeared up into her. I moved around behind her; she groaned as I caressed some oil between the cheeks of her ass. Then, slowly, as Dee began moving up and down on Tom's straining prick, I pushed my cock down into her tight dark opening, sliding farther and farther into her hot anus. 

Tom began thrusting into her, and I could feel the moving, jerking bulge of his cock in her pussy against mine as I reached up into her rectum. She felt tight, her two lovers stuffing her with their own demanding needs, 

As Tom reached up to guide one of her nipples into his mouth, Dianna fell back into her orgasm, moving on the two of us. Tom gasped, then erupted info her for the second time; feeling the jerking convulsion of Tom's cock as it spilled into her, I exploded into her ass, filling her tightness with my wet creamy release. What seemed like hours passed, as the three of us sated ourselves on the others, taking the pleasures before us like an unending feast. 

Later, while the three of us spoke quietly into the almost dawn of the early morning, Oianna accepted the both of us again, until finally, the light of the young day beginning to filter in through the shuttered windows, the demands of the fantasy were satisfied. 

Chapter Three 

By Saturday afternoon, both Dianna and I were almost desperate for the party to begin. It was apparent that Dianna, aside from being unable to resist the challenge of satisfying several lovers at one time, was especially intrigued by the remarks that Ron and Vivian had made regarding what the two of us had begun to refer to as "The Initiation Ritual." Dee had developed a sexual vanity that virtually begged to be the center of attention, and as she prepared for the evening, visions of the erotic danced through her head. 

Early in the afternoon I had sat in the bathroom, watching her guide the shiny blade over her body; we had trimmed the patch of sandy down between her legs with scissors, then razored her clean around it, so that after about sixty minutes of work, her mound was left with a tiny thatch of covering. As I helped her, I noticed that the lips of her pussy were already open, and the flesh of her cunt was already glistening with her oily excitement. She then spent most of the remainder of the afternoon in the tub, every so often mixing into the steaming water thick globs of scented body oils. She spent an hour with her hair, first brushing then arranging, then brushing again, and finally, a few minutes before six, she emerged, looking about as good as it's possible for a woman to look. 

She chose to wear a long dress, the material light and thin and airy; her blouse was of the same material, with a print of small summer flowers marking the trim. She was naked beneath the blouse, her huge breasts, and their stiff red erect crowns, pressing out against the fabric of the top. 

We shared a quick joint before we left the house, the two of us hoping that in some magical way, the heavy perfumed smoke might dull the edge of the tension that the both of us were feeling. The dope helped a bit, and we drove off, sharing an almost overwhelming rush of anxious, excited dread. The directions that Ron had given us called for us to drive out beyond the sprawl of the city to the rolling green hills of the outlying villages. He had mentioned that the location was a little way out, and we had to drive for just less than an hour before we found the street, and then for another five minutes until we found the house. 

The place was beautiful. The perimeter of the huge lot was ringed with a great green hedge, well over six feet in height and seeming as thick. Set well back from the street, a huge brick mansion, its second floor visible above the top of the hedge, stood ready to accept its evening's guests. An open gate broke the hedge directly in its middle, and I aimed the car off the street and onto the broad, gravel-covered drive that swept across the grounds in a sweeping graceful arc. It took us past the house and led us to a small parking area off to one side. There, three or four cars were already waiting. I parked behind a shiny limousine, and helped Dianna out of the car. We followed the driveway back to the house, then around to its front. The borders of the path were bright with flowers, and a vast expense of dark green lawn, recently manicured, stretched out from us on all sides. Trees dotted the grounds, and from the hidden branches came a demanding, almost strident symphony of hungry birds screeching for their evening meal. We said nothing as we mounted the five wide steps that led to the porticoes at the front entrance. I knocked three times on the thick brown wood of the door, winked once at Dianna, and waited. 

Both Ron and Vivian greeted us as the door swung open. I shook Ron's proffered hand, and leaned over as Vivian gave me a peck on the cheek. 

"Good to see the two of you," Ron said. I answered that the feeling was mutual. Viv said something to Dianna, and the two giggled. We spoke for a few minutes in the red-tiled entry hall. The small chandelier hanging high above us cast down a muted amber light on the four of us. 

. Vivian was dressed much as she was the last time I saw her. Her breasts, which were as large as I had remembered them, pressed out against the thin, very light blue material of her blouse; she wore no bra, and I couldn't help but notice her nipples as they hardened to full erection as the four of us chatted. She wore no slip under her matching dress, and the outline of her legs as they curved up to the faintly dark-shadowed triangle of her mound. Vivian's hair was down, falling straight over her shoulders, so blonde that it seemed almost white. I felt my cock tingle at the thought of taking her, burying my face between her two luscious breasts as my cock filled her cunt. 

Ron was dressed in slacks and a knit sports shirt, the copper-colored bulge of his thickmuscled arms stretching at the fabric. The pants were tight, and I noticed the large bulge between his legs as he eyed Dianna, his anticipation of enjoying her inviting body obviously rivaling my own demanding anxiousness. 

A few more minutes passed, and then our hosts led us down a long hall and into the huge, high-ceilinged, oak-paneled living room. The room resembled a barn in size and shape, longer than wide, a large red carpet covering most of the floor area. Furniture had been grouped in two places, one off to the left of the double doors through which we had entered, and then the major setting in the center of the room. Facing us from the far opposite wall was a gigantic fireplace, easily large enough to walk into, its flames crackling and dancing on the three great logs that had been placed across the massive andirons. A great crystal chandelier hung down over the center of the floor. Only about a quarter of the lights on it had been turned on, and the crystal, together with the fireplace, cast a gently sparkling shower of blue-and-golden-hued shadows around those of us below. A bar had been set up on the wall to our left, and two couples were speaking together as the men mixed some drinks. Everything in the place seemed slow and calming, much like a photograph taken through a clouded lens. 

Our host and hostess led us over to where the four stood talking in front of the bar. 

We were greeted with smiles and handshakes. The first couple, Jim and Linda, had been members of The Group for over a year. Jim was a huge man, very tall, very wide at the shoulders, his body apparently the result of many hours spent with the weights. Jim's wife, Linda, was almost as tall as Dianna, and as dark as Dee was blonde. Linda's breasts were large and firm-looking, completely visible virtually to the nipples as they peeked out from under the woman's almost-unbuttoned blouse. The second couple, Rich and Pam, were the other applicant couple that Ron had mentioned days earlier. I could feel a rush as I was introduced to Rich's wife. She was young, very young; later, I learned that she had turned eighteen only a few weeks before, and that the two of them had decided that the ritual of The Group's initiation would provide a fitting celebration with which to welcome the girl to full womanhood. My cock began to ache for her breasts, which were small and very round, her nipples bright red with their stiffness, teasing me from behind the cloudlike material of her blouse. She had long, sandy-blonde hair, which added to her image of a round, tanned beach girl, fresh and ripe to be tried. It was obvious that the woman, like the others, wore nothing under her skirt. 

Ron mixed Dianne and me a drink, and the six of us talked quietly. Pam and Dianna, anxious and pleasantly uncertain as to the adventure that awaited them, spoke nervously together; Linda had been appointed as Pam's "guide" for the evening's activities, and Ron told us that Vivian had been appointed Dianna's. They would stay with the two applicants at all times, offering their support when and if needed. Ron excused himself and then disappeared for a brief moment. He materialized once again with a small round silver tray upon which were arranged a couple of dozen joints. I took one, lit it and, taking a long sucking hit, passed it over to Dee, who, in turn, passed it to Pam. We small-talked while we smoked the doobie, until finally, we heard the front-door chimes from what seemed like miles away. 

"Ohoh, it's getting late," Ron said and excused himself a second time, on this occasion to answer the knock. "Viv, Linda, you'd better take Dianna and Pam and get them ready," Ron suggested that Rich and I wait for him at the bar, and then disappeared once again down the hall to welcome the just-arriving members. Vivian and Linda then took Dee and Pam from the room, guiding them through a door leading to another part of the house. 

I mixed another drink for both Rich and myself, took another joint off the tray that Ron had left on the bar, and passed the next few minutes by talking to Pam's husband, Rich. Ron rejoined us, leaving from time to time to welcome the members as the chimes continued to announce their presence. Within thirty minutes, all of those expected had arrived. The huge room, though certainly not anywhere filled, had nevertheless come alive as it sheltered the fourteen or fifteen couples who now milled quietly about, speaking, laughing, greeting each other. Ron had told us during our conversation at the bar that most of the members preferred that their only contact with the other members take place only at the parties. Rich and I watched as the members acted like simply old friends; Rich echoed my own thoughts when he commented on how attractive everyone was, the women all strikingly sexual, the men all, without exception, handsome. 

The initiation ceremony, or ritual, as Ron had referred to it during our initial conversation, was the sexual centerpiece of the party. It had been informally developed over the years, and was now required of every applicant couple. Designed to merge the applicants into the total hedonism of The Group, as well as to make certain of their sincerity, the ritual was divided into four parts. 

To open the ritual, each of the applicants were to 

be individually introduced to the members. Then 

each of the two women would be taken to separate 

rooms where, for one hour, each would "perform" for an audience, each audience comprised of half the members present. After an hour, the women would be .given a thirtyminute rest, and then the opposite audience would be entertained. The husband of each applicant was required to remain in his wife's room during the first hour. After the second performance, the applicant wives would then be given a second thirtyminute rest period, at the end of which they would then be returned to the living room and be allowed to participate in the more or less general debauchery that would then continue throughout the evening. 

Rich and I had just finished our second joint when the door off to the right of the room opened, and Dianna and Pam, led by Vivian and Linda, entered the room. 

The outfit that Dianna had worn to the party was gone. In its place was a very light blue toga like garment, the material sheer and thin. Its length was enough to fall just below her pussy, and absolutely no farther. Dee's nipples were very red and very erect, and her eyes echoed the excitement that she was feeling. As she walked with Vivian to the center of the room, the black down of her mound flirted out from behind the see-through material of the toga. Dianna winked a smile at me as she passed in front of the bar. Holding Linda's arm, Pam walked behind Dianna, dressed similarly, only in white. The just-turned eighteen-year-old looked like a very eager virgin bride brought to be enjoyed by all of her guests. I sucked in my breath as she walked by; the toga lifted up above her hips, teasing my mind with the firm, protruding curve of her ass. Rich said something that I couldn't quite hear as the four passed by. 

Without being told, the members formed a long line. Linda and Vivian stood with Pam and Dianna at the head of the column, and began the introductions. 

I lit up another joint as I watched the introductions. 

Vivan said something to Dianna that I couldn't hear, and the first couple in line welcomed her to the party, the man, extending his hand to Dianna and shaking hers; the woman giving Dee a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. I had been introduced to the couple when they had first arrived, and remembered their names as Bob and Saman-tha, or, as her husband had introduced her, as "Sam." In that Ron had told me what to expect, I wasn't surprised when Bob reached down and ran his hands over Dianna's virtually naked ass for a brief moment as Sam and Dee spoke. Pam, standing next to Dianna, was being introduced to the second couple in line; the man, whose name I later learned to be "Jack," had gently pulled Pam's left breast from behind the fabric of her toga, and was caressing the firm young softness as they talked. 

The introductions continued. My cock, engorged with my own excitement, strained as a woman named Barbara reached down to Dee's thighs and gently forced them apart. As Dianna and Barbara's husband spoke, Barbara ran a slender finger first over the mound of her pussy, then between the lips of her cunt. Barbara then straightened up and extended her finger, now glistening with the juice of Dianna's anxiousness, to her husband's lips. The man, Bill, licked at the oily fluid, then, smiling, said something to Dee. Dianna replied, and the three laughed. Pam was now bending over, her toga lifted up over her pert rear as another couple examined her pussy from behind, the man and woman running their hands over her ass and between her legs as she held herself open for their inspection. The man's fingers had disappeared up into her young-willing cunt, and her asscheeks rotated in invitation for their further probing. 

There had been building in the room a heavy, almost touchable sexual tension, and now what was essentially a period of teasing and fondling only added to the dense sexual mist. I rode a lightninglike rush as one couple examined Dianna, their eager fingers exploring the sweeping curves and crests of her bosom; I felt the sticky wetness as a warm pearl of semen seeped from the head of my cock as the man's fingers pulled the lips of her cunt open so that his wife could insert her own red-tipped fingers up into Dianna's snatch. Dee was squirming now, and, opening her eyes, she turned her head back over her shoulder and watched as the two members finished their pleasure. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement, the blue, normally pale, now bright and piercing. 

The "receiving line" continued, each of the member couples spending a few minutes each with the two applicants. In each case, the introductions were by a fondling, gentle discovery, both the men and women satisfying their curiosity about the newcomers' potential. Dianna's pussy was glistening pink with the flow of her anticipation, and both Rich and I watched as a slow golden stream of Pam's oily juices flowed down her thigh. 

Several times during the introductions the couples, after they had met Pam and Dianna, would drift over to the bar, joining Rich and me. Everyone was speaking quietly, and finished off their drinks as the line finally drew to an end. 

As the couple finished with their introductions, Linda and Vivian led Pam and Dianna from the room, back down the hallway where, I presumed, they would each eventually be taken to their two separate rooms. My cock, aching with its hardness, grew almost numb with the strain as I envisioned the next part of the ritual. 

Rich and I talked together as we, along with the members, waited while the two women were given a half-hour to rest and prepare themselves for what Ron had called their "performances." Pam's husband had given up in his attempt to hide the huge bulge in his pants, and his voice was almost cracking with anxious, exciting dread. Pam had looked especially good as the men, many of them old enough to be her father, took great delight in the young-girl firmness of her breasts and buttocks. She had reacted well to the teasing, spreading her thighs and holding herself open for the members' examinations. Rich had told me earlier that this was to be his wife's first experience with group sex, and like Dianna, she seemed to be enjoying being part of the center of attention. 

More minutes passed, until I felt a touch at my elbow. I turned to find Linda and Vivian's breasts as she told us that Pam and Dianna were ready, and that it was time for the two of us to take our places for the first performance. Nancy took my hand and led me to the door; Linda and Rich followed behind us. I sensed the members forming a line behind us as I was escorted into Dianna's room. 

The bedroom was square in shape and of medium size. A large bed stood against the far wall; a small table had been placed on the left side of the bed, at its head. Chairs had been arranged around the bed, with a large, heavily upholstered chair at the head of the bed on its right side. Vivian had me sit in the chair, and then she remained there, standing back just to my right. The members began filing silently into the room, no one speaking, only the occasional snapping of the large thick candle on the side table breaking the silence. The dark red candle provided the only light in the room, and its flame cast everyone and everything in a soft, warm glow. 

Dianna was on the bed, spread on her back. Her toga had been left open on top, and her huge breasts, tipped in the hard, dark red of her anticipation, slowly rose and fell with each of her breaths. The pale-blue material rested over the mound of her pussy, and, with her legs spread, canopied over the exposed slippery pink flesh of her cunt. A large cushion had been placed under her ass, forcing her to arch a bit up off the mattress. Her thighs were spread over each side of the pillow, and the golden shadows of the candle and the blue of her gown on the deep brown of her own tanned body seemed to all melt together, down into the pure whiteness of the satin sheet that stretched tightly over the mattress. Once the allotted number of members had filed into the room, the door was closed, isolating our small private world even farther from the reality outside. At the same instant, a switch was thrown. A small light fixture snapped to work, its lensed bulb beaming down upon the ready body directly below a curtain of light-blue shadows, its slowly shifting color adding to the otherworldly atmosphere. There seemed to be no sound, no movement, no motion in the room at all as Dianna lay perfectly still on her back, her eyes closed, waiting for some private secret signal to begin her performance. 

The stillness became almost unbearable until finally Dianna began to move her hands to her breasts. Her fingers found her nipples, and, her eyes closed, began to pinch and tease at the hard red rosettes; my cock stiffened back to full length as Dianna's hands caressed the softness of her bosom as she gently moved the huge, round cloudlike mounds in great circles, forcing their shifting curves first to her left, then to her right. Her head was resting on a second white-covered pillow, and she stretched her head forward as her hands held her left breast; her tongue darted out as she held the nipple to her mouth, and she teased and licked at it as we watched. 

Her tongue satisfied for the moment, her hands released her breast, and slowly, deliberately, her fingers traced their way over the tight flat expanse of her belly and gently found the warm moistness of her pussy. Her fingers pulled apart her lips, and she arched up off the cushion as she exposed her pink glistening wetness to those gathered around the bed. 

With the fingers of her right hand, she pulled the lips of her cunt wider. My breath quickened as I noticed a rivulet of her juices overflowing from hes tight darkness and falling onto the white satin of the sheet below, a dark stain forming to mark each drop. One of the men at the foot of the bed bent down and forward, his face almost level with the surface of the bed, staring up between Dianna's open thighs and into her cunt. He reached out and pushed her legs farther apart, and I felt my balls jerk involuntarily as he held her open for all to see. 

Lost in my own private whirling world, and dripping with the anticipation of providing the feast for the hungry audience, Dianna, her eyes still closed, inserted first one finger up into her pussy, and then a second; she remained motionless for a moment, then began a pumping motion with her hand, her wetness making lush sucking sounds as her fingers teased at the growing, demanding desire deep within her. 

With the passage of each second, Dianna's movements became more and more pronounced; her breathing had quickened, and her fingers moved back and forth with a steadily increasing urgency. 

One of the women who had been sitting facing the left side of the bed stood up; she stepped to the bed, and, as Dianna's hand continued its thrustings, she began to float her hands delicately over Dianna's body, tracing the lines of the fleshy curves from one soft treasure to another, her fingertips exploring and discovering as they moved. Bob, who had been hidden in the shadows also moved to the bed, and his hands began their own discovery of the sweep of Dianna's thighs, as they led up and finally united into the waiting moist softness of her pussy. Dianna's fingers met Bob's; she slowly withdrew her hand from between the lips of her cunt, then arched as Bob's hand took its place. More hands found the inside of Dianna's thighs as Bob pushed two fingers up into her vaginal opening; Dee arched high up off the pillow to accept his probing. Another set of fingers reached between her lips, stretching her pussy wide; another man pushed her legs back, and suddenly hands were on her ass, fingers running over the crest of the delightful cheeks; a woman I recognized as Susan had reclined on the bed next to Dianna, and had reached around and under Dianna, her hands spreading the cheeks of her ass as Bob held her legs open and back. 

I watched as another man dipped his digits into a small crystal bowl of thick clear oil; he approached the bed and bent down over Dianna's legs to reach between her thighs. His face was only a few inches from Dianna's spread cunt; his fingers snaked down between the cheeks of her ass. Dianna moaned loudly as he rubbed the slippery glop into her anus; a second loud moan followed as he pushed his finger down into her tightness. 

Dianna leaned her head forward and opened her eyes. Her stare found that of the lover probing her ass, and she smiled, then again rested her head back on the pillow. Samantha, Bob's wife, lowered her mouth to Dianna's, their tongues meeting as Sam's hands played over her now slightly trembling boobs. 

More minutes passed, and then the man kneeling between Dianna's thighs withdrew his fingers from her ass; as other hands continued their gentle frenzied assault on her cunt, a man who had been introduced to me earlier in the evening as Frank approached the bed. It was not until Frank had knelt upon the bed directly between Dianna's knees that I saw the long white plastic vibrator he was holding in his right hand. Sam took it from him and, while everyone in the room waited, coated the very long dildo with a heavy film of the oil. Samantha handed the device back to Frank, and, as Bob again stretched Dianna's legs open, he inserted the hard plastic prick up into Dianna's cunt. I watched from my chair as Dianna strained to accept the entire length of the fake penis, until finally only the last two inches protruded from between her labia. The exposed end of the dildo jerked twice, then once again, as Dianna's cunt involuntarily convulsed against the sudden fullness. Those around the bed watched in silent appreciation as Frank stepped back, leaving Dianna on the bed alone. 

Dianna, her arm and legs stretched wide, began to writhe against the satin of the sheet. Susan stepped back over to the mattress and twisted the switch on the vibrator, and suddenly it was trembling and alive as it buried its unyielding head into her wet hot fleshy grasp. Everyone in the room watched silently as Dianna squirmed and bucked and arched in front of them. "I love watching Dianna." I turned to my left to find Vivian whispering into my ear. "She looks so good," she continued, her lips against my ear, her voice a soft panting. 

I turned to the side a bit more; Vivian had unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her magnificent breasts. She held the two huge clouds of luscious creamy flesh in her hands, inches from my face. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars, dipped in cinnamon, and my tongue flicked out at the one nearest me. She moaned softly as I sucked the diamond-hard tip into my mouth, turning to her right and pushing more of her breast into my face. Still sitting, I reached between her legs; her cunt was flowing, and had stained the fabric of her dress with her own juices. The lips of her pussy were open and ready, and I pushed two fingers up into her tightness. She squatted down on my hand, driving my digits deeper and deeper within her. My tongue and mouth continued to tease at her breasts as I reached farther and farther into her. 

I turned back to my left to find that Frank, still standing at the side of the bed, was now naked. His cock was long and thick, standing out stiffly from his body. A short strand of pre-seminal fluid seeped out from his cock and fell onto Dianna's thigh. Frank raised his left leg up and climbed onto the bed. Dianna's eyes opened at the movement, and she watched as Frank moved between her thighs, the head of his cock a few inches from her cunt. Dianna's pussy was still stuffed full of the long white plastic cock, its shaft still buzzing with its electric energy. Frank reached between her legs and slowly pulled the dildo from the soft wet clutches of her cunt. Dianna lifted up off the cushion as the sex toy was withdrawn, affording everyone in the room a clear view as the glistening wet plastic prick was pulled from her. Dee moaned at the sudden emptiness, whispering something that only she could understand. 

Frank waited for a minute or two, his hands grabbing and caressing Dianna's great breasts. Dee had again closed her eyes, and she squirmed against the sensually smooth surface of the satin sheets, every one of her movements and reactions watched intently by the members of The Group gathered around the bed. Just as I thought that Frank could wait no longer, he moved backwards a few inches on the bed and then, his hands on Dianna's thighs, forced her to turn back over onto her stomach. He positioned her so that her stomach rested on the large cushion beneath her, forcing her ass high into the air. After she had turned over, he pulled her thighs open wide, exposing the pink flesh of her pussy to those sitting around the bed. He then took the white plastic diido and, the fingers of one hand pulling the lips of her cunt open, he gently pushed the shaft back into her sexual recesses. Dianna raised herself up even higher to accept the invader, and Frank pressed the entire length of the device into her depths. 

Frank got up off the bed, again leaving Dianna alone on the mattress. We all watched as her ass began to rotate; At Frank's touch, the vibrator hummed louder, and minutes passed as Dianna, impaled on the dildo and exposed for all to see, climbed back to the heights of her orgasm. Her whispered pleadings became more and more demanding as she moved against the pressure of the plastic cock; she reached her arms back and, her fingers finding the crest of her hips, she pulled the cheeks of her ass open, gasping out her desperate invitations. 

"Oh . . . Jesus . . . please fuck me ... please . . . fuck me... fill me. . . ." Nancy and I had both turned our attention to Dianna, watching her along with all of the others in the room. Viv had knelt down in front of me, and as Dianna begged those watching her to have their way with her, Vivian's fingers had pulled my penis from my pants and, turning to face me, had lowered her mouth around my cock. As I watched Dianna on the bed in front of us, I could feel drops of my fluid seeping into Vivian's mouth as she sucked. I alternated my attention between Dianna, alone and writhing on the bed, and Viv, her pretty head buried in the shadows of my crotch, pumping her mouth up and down over my cock. 

Although none of the observers had said a word, I noticed that two of the women had been stripped of their clothes, and both were being fondled and •teased by several of the men as they watched Dianna perform. One of the two females was leaning over the bed, her head just inches from Dianna, as Jack drove his cock into her cunt from behind. 

Vivian's talented tongue had played my prick until it ached with the heavy pressure of my cum. My belly muscles were hard and my thighs began to tremble with the effort as I strained for control. 

Frank was back on the bed between Dianna's thighs. Once again, he withdrew the vibrator from her cunt. Moving forward a few inches and grasping Dianna's breasts in his hands, he lowered himself down onto her until the great purple ball of the head of his cock nudged against the lips of her cunt. As I watched, he mounted her, forcing his shaft down into her sopping pink hole, her entrance gaping open in ready invitation. She groaned as he drove farther and farther into her, until his balls were pressed against the crest of her ass. Almost immediately, Dianna began to buck back and forth against him, holding her ass high, her thighs spread and open. 

My mind, at least for the immediately passing three or four minutes, had been completely captured by Dianna as, filled with Frank's cock, she soared back to the limits of her control. Suddenly, Viv released my prick from the tight clutching of her mouth. She looked up at me with a slightly apologetic smile. 

"One of the rules," she whispered, her lips now at my ear, "is that the husbands can't come until after the two performances." 

She saw the look in my eyes as she pushed my cock back into my pants. "Don't worry, you've got the whole night in front of you." 

I fell back against the rear of my chair just as Frank groaned loudly. I turned my eyes from Vivian back to the bed. Two of the women had taken Dee's thighs and pulled them wide, while one of the men had moved up to the head of the bed and was holding Dianna around the shoulders. Frank's body suddenly became motionless for a few brief seconds and, at the same time that Dianna, perspiration now glistening against the brown tan of her flesh, fell into the unstoppable fall of her orgasm, Frank, the demands of his own release overwhelming his efforts, erupted into her, spurting out his thick creamy excitement into her accepting wet cunt. 

Those in the room watched, fascinated, as the two lovers dropped through the rush of their shared climax together, their gaspings and moanings filling the room as they struggled for their own joined release. What seemed like minutes passed; everyone in the room watched the two lovers as if hypnotized, their wet breathing sounds the only noise in the room. 

Frank had continued his fucking of Dianna, and she had continued her acceptance. As Frank's cock maintained its jerking, spasmodic dance deep down within the very depths of Dianna's cunt, Dianna's cunt, in turn, continued its convulsing sucking against the probing of Frank's cock. 

Frank, his rushing tide finally contained, withdrew slowly from Dianna's pussy. At the same time another man stepped from the shadows of the far corner of the room and to the bed. He was naked, and his prick, hard and straining, was awesome in it length. Like a long hard-sprung pipe, the mammoth organ strained out from his body, the head wide and rounded, flushed deep purple with its own anticipation. Dianna had opened her eyes and turned her head back behind her; I watched as her eyes widened at her new man's unbelievable length. She turned her head back to the dark, ornately carved headboard, her face down against her pillow. Reaching back with her hands, she pulled her pussy open, at the same time holding her cunt high in the air. She forced the still-twitching muscles of her cunt to relax and open as they continued to jerk in the orgasm she had shared with Frank. The man got up onto the bed and moved between her legs. Slowly, he pushed the head of his prick down into the slippery wet crevice of her pussy; she arched up as he pressed his giant shaft gently down into her 

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lush wet cunt. Dianna moaned as he slid into her, then, with a loudly whispered gasp, again tumbled into her ongoing climax, bucking and rocking, her pussy stuffed full with her huge lover. The man rode her, and soon, signaled by his own rapid gaspings, his cock exploded into her, his semen showering down into her moist and steaming depths. She writhed and twisted as she rode him, impaled on his fat convulsing spear. His gushing cum soon filled her, and those of us around the bed watched as the love juices of her two lovers overflowed from Dianna's cunt, spilling out from between her lips and dripping in white opaque sticky trails down her thighs. Her partner pumped into her, his arms around her waist, holding her to him, her ass hard against the muscled flatness of his belly, spewing his hot white stream into her even as she overflowed, the sex sauces of the two darkening the white satin of the sheet beneath them. 

More minutes passed and the two rode each other. Others in the room were leaning over Dianna, holding her gently, often caressing her, teasing her, as her man fucked her. Then finally he finished with her, just as Dianna had used her last reserve of energy in playing out her release. The man withdrew his cock from her, the shaft making loud sucking sounds as he pulled it from her vaginal recesses. His prick shimmered with his cum and that of Frank, as well as with the oily stickiness of Dianna's own juices. 

The two collapsed into a tangle; those who had observed the performance relaxed, and there seemed to be an almost instantaneous rush of tension from the room, like pressured air escaping from the open valve of a balloon. The shadows of the candle and the overhead light continued to play and dance over the two motionless bodies of the exhausted performers. A switch clicked in the stillness, and the overhead blue beam was extinguished, leaving the room to the erratic jumping golden light of the candle; the door to the room was opened, and the gloom was lightened by the dim lighting out in the hallway. Without being told, the members, now quickly dressed, filed quietly out of the room. Vivian, her great breasts once again half-hidden by the material of her blouse, motioned to me with her eyes that I was to follow the others. I got up oat of my chair and looked over at Dianna. She and Frank were still together on the mattress, their Minds Lost In The Light Napping Sleep Of The Anxiously Weary Exhaustion That Enveloped The Two Of Them. Chapter FOUR 

I turned and followed the members out of the room. 

I ordered a drink from the bar and then stepped through a set of four white framed tall French doors which led from the living room out to a large square brick patio. The patio was elevated about ten feet above the lawn as it stretched out from the house like a close-cropped green carpet. A stand of tall old trees lined the property just outside the brick wall that ran the perimeter. The sky was clear; the moon had appeared low on the horizon, full and ice-cold white, its craggy surface staring down into the blackness of the night. The scent of honeysuckle perfumed the balmy moist air. I took my drink and headed for the far corner. The night air breezed gently against my face, refreshing and cool. I found a quiet place and sat down on the three-foot-high wall that bordered the deck. I gulped down half the drink, really more from thirst than anything else. My shirt was soaked with perspiration, and the night wind sent chills up my back. I had about thirty minutes to fill before the second of the two performances, and I knew that my mind, still filled with visions of Dianna writhing and bucking under Frank and then under her second lover, her curves and treasures covered with gently caressing, softly demanding hands, her flesh traced by the fingers of those around the bed as they and others examined and inspected her as if they were children newly presented with a new outrageous toy, needed some quiet and some rest. 

My thoughts shifted as I wondered what was happening to Dianna now. I knew that Vivian would be with her, making certain that she got at least a few minutes to rest, maybe staying with her as her mind and body relaxed and recovered. knew also that Dianna had enjoyed the first portion of the ritual immensely. Though not an obsession, and certainly not anything beyond the simple search for physical pleasure, her own attitude toward her own undeniable beauty was one of simple acceptance. She had no difficulty in admitting that, through no effort of her own, she had been given great physical beauty, and early on she had resolved to enjoy that beauty to the greatest extent possible. 

Pleasantly vain, her pride in her appearance forced the development of, first, her continuing constant efforts to maintain and improve upon her looks and, second, an almost singleminded effort to experience every feeling, every pleasure that her body could provide. Dianna reveled in being the center of attention, in displaying her physical gifts, in showing off the great sexual expertise that she had acquired. She was a hedonist through and through, and she made no effort to hide that fact. Whatever there was to do, she wanted to sample it at least once. 

As I had watched her being examined and eaten and fucked on the bed only a few minutes before, her movements, her sounds, her eyes had shouted out the fact that everything that had been done to her she had enjoyed. 

And just as I knew that she had accepted the fucking with open unabashed enthusiasm, I also knew that now, even as she was allowed her short rest, her needs were anticipating the experiences that awaited her when the ritual resumed. I took another swallow on my drink, the iced liquid feeling good as it washed down my throat. I checked my watch; a little over twenty minutes remained of this break. I took a joint from a nearby table and lit up. Sitting on the short patio wall, I watched the other couples as they came and went from the living room to the patio and back again. Although I was alone in my dark little corner, there were, at any one time, maybe eight or nine members out enjoying the night air. Grouped in twos and threes, they spoke quietly, their hushed words blending into the other muted sounds of the night. 

I turned to my right, and over by the back wall stood a group of three men surrounding what had to be the most physically striking woman I had ever seen. She must have arrived at the party after I had been shown into Dianna's room because I knew that I would certainly have remembered her. 

She was several inches taller than anyone else on the patio, maybe six-four or six-five. Her skin was a deep rich brown; and her coloring, along with the shining black of her long straight hair, as well as that of her eyes, betrayed what appeared, and what I later was told, was her Polynesian heritage. Although extremely tall, and although a large woman, her belly was incredibly flat, sweeping down from her full, very round breasts to the tight, almost tiny circle of her waist. Her thighs were curved and fleshy, though at the same time firm. She wore nothing under her low-cut blouse and ankle-length skirt, and a small black triangle marked the rise of her mound. Her eyes were almond-shaped, and, her overall size notwithstanding, she lent a theme of delicacy and sensuality. She was, simply, a giant's portion of beautiful woman. 

The four were speaking together. The man standing closest to her appeared to be her husband. He was as light as his wife was dark, with sandy red hair. Though at least half a foot shorter than the woman next to him, his shoulders were broad, his arms muscular. 

One of the remaining two men, both of whom I had already met earlier, made a comment and the woman, whose name I later learned to be Tamara, laughed, her teeth flashing against her copper darkness like brilliant white pearls. Then she said something in reply, to which her husband, David, and the other two men smiled. Slowly, she then turned her back on the three so that she was facing the outside of the patio. Leaning down, her arms extended, she braced herself against the top of the short wall, a foot or two directly in front of her. Even bent at the waist as she now was, Tamara remained taller than the men gathered around her. David, a bright smile playing on his lips, reached down and pulled her long dress up over her delectable ass, exposing her to his two friends and everyone else then on the patio. The other conversations around me ceased as all eyes turned toward the fascinating display. David told the woman to spread her legs apart, and she did so; Tamara had turned her head back over her shoulders, and, the smile still stretching at her lips, watched Daved as he spoke to the two men next to him. His voice was soft, and I had to strain to hear what he was saying. 

"Now, John," David said to one of the two other men, "I want to show you something really unbelievable. Truly unique, you might say. And I'm certain that Tamara would like to show you her, uh, somewhat unusual talent. Wouldn't you like to show John and Ted your trick, Tamara?" 

Tamara said yes, that she thought the two men might find her talent quite interesting. She turned her head back to the wall, her eyes now staring down at the bricks of the deck beneath her feet. She adjusted the position of her hands against the top of the wall, and then spread her legs open wider. My eyes glimpsed her pussy, the pink flesh of her cunt gleaming out against the brown of her skin. Her ass, also a deep and rich copper color, was perfectly curved and very inviting. 

"John, I'd like you to take your finger and put it up between the lips of Tamara's cunt." 

Without hesitation, John placed his finger between the waiting labia. 

"John, now, take your hand away and Ted, put your fingers where John's had been." Ted, like John, did as he was instructed. 

"Good. Now, Ted, you, too, remove your finger, and then both you and John step back a couple of feet, over here." David motioned to a spot on the rough red bricks directly behind his woman. 

"John, Ted, was Tamara's pussy all moist, at all wet?" 

Both men answered no, that in fact Tamara's pussy was absolutely dry. 

"Perfectly dry?" 

"Perfectly dry," John answered. 

By this time the attention of everyone on the patio was fixed on the strange conversation taking place against the wall. 

"Tamara," David said, addressing his wife. "Are you looking forward to being fucked tonight by my two friends here?" 

Tamara, her head still down, answered. "Yes, yes. I'm very anxious for your friends to fuck me tonight." "Does the thought of being used by John and Ted excite you?" 

"Yes. The thought excites me very much. Very much." 

"I'd like to see, and I'm certain that my friends would like to see, just how excited you really are." 

Tamara, still bending at the waist, lifted her head back over her shoulder, her eyes fixing first on John, then Ted, and then finally David. 

"I want to do whatever it is that you want. . . you know that . . ." Tamara answered, her words tinged with just a bit of what I assumed to be an English accent. 

Keeping her eyes on David's and spreading her thighs apart by about three more inches, she smiled. Suddenly, the lips of her pussy pulled apart. One of those watching the unfolding drama from across the room gasped as her lips opened fully by efforts entirely their own. As the crevice of her cunt widened, her thighs trembled, and then slowly the petals of her cunt drew again together. Four or five seconds passed, and once more, her pussy opened; the bright pink flesh called out to be touched, and I could feel my cock rising up to its stiff full length. 

David's words broke the stillness. "But Tamara, you said that you were excited, but just a few seconds ago, both Ted and John found your pussy to be dry, I think that we'd all like to see just how wet you can get." 

Tamara's eyes closed half-shut. "All right, John." 

She returned to her original position, her back to the men, bent at the waist, braced against the top of the wall, the copper crest of her ass high, her thighs wide open, her head straining to reach the ground between her bare brown feet. 

The lips of her pussy convulsed, and suddenly the exposed pink flesh of her cunt began to glimmer with an oily golden flow as the juices of her somehow provoked excitement began to seep from her depths, spilling out slowly. The glow grew more and more noticeable until it began to form into amber slippery pearl drops, rising from the peaking arch of her labia, then hanging for a brief few seconds, growing quickly, then finally falling to the red brick floor of the patio between her legs. The scent of her musk began to mix with the heavy air of the night, 

David motioned to Ted with his eyes, and Ted, understanding at once, reached into Tamara's cunt then, his finger coated with her tide, brought his fingers to his lips. 

"Jesus, she's so sweet... her oil's so thick and slippery." Ted finished licking at Tamara's fluids. David smiled. 

Then Tamara, as her oils continued to drip from her cunt, moaned softly. The lips of her pussy began to jerk in convulsion, ripening to full acceptance, then quickly closing, then opening, then closing again, on and on, as if her sopping entrance had a life of its own, inviting those watching into its lush moist grip. Her juices made soft squishing sucking sounds as the pressure of her lips increased and decreased against the pink moist flesh. No one had touched her since David had told her to show us what he had quite accurately called her "special talent," and her display was unbelievable. I tried to imagine what it would be like to have the lips of her cunt clutch at me with their wet spasmodic movements, holding me, then releasing me, then grabbing me again as I gushed out into her dripping hot cunt. My balls felt heavier and heavier as they surged with my want, until finally David, although with some hesitation, brought the drama to a halt. 

"All right, Tamara, my love. Yes, I see you've become quite wet. My, you are wet, aren't you?" 

"Yes, David, I'm . . . ready, very ready. . ." 

David reached over to her and pulled her dress back over her ass. Tamara straightened up slowly; her smile was still on her lips, her breathing had immediately slowed to a normal pace, her manner calm and as if what had just occurred had been only the bizarre visions of those around her. 

The four resumed their conversation as before, talking quietly, and the other members on the patio returned to their own hushed thoughts. I noticed, however, that Tamara's performance had left its mark, increasing the sexual tension of those who had observed her all-too-brief display. As if incited by the woman's compliant, anxious willingness to carry out the wishes and pleasures of her man, Samantha, her blouse pulled down around her waist, her exquisitely full breasts exposed, leaned back against the frame of the patio door as her husband Bob and another sucked hungrily at each of her nipples, the four hands of the men pawing over the softness of her breasts as a third man sampled with his twisting, probing finger the pink slippery flesh of her cunt. Just beyond the patio, out on the closely manicured green of the lawn, another woman, naked and spread on her back, moaned softly into the night as members Bill and Jack licked together at her willing, wet cunt, and from somewhere on the lawn beyond them, I heard the soft gasping whispers of the voice I recognized as that of Barbara as she rode her love partner's cock in the darkness. 

The joint I had been smoking just before Tamara began her show had, after being ignored for several minutes, given out. I relit the doobie, took a long hit, then another, and finally a third. Another suck on my drink, one more hit, and then Ron and Viv stood at the doorway, announcing that the second part of the ritual was about to begin and that we should now adjourn to the second bedroom. Forming a loose, informal line, those members who had been out on the patio began \o walk slowly back through the tall French doors into the living room. Then, depending upon which bedroom they had been in during the previous performance, they found their way into the opposite woman's room. Vivian had motioned for me to follow her, and I waited with her as the members filed by us. 

"Dianna's fine," she whispered into my ear. "She told me to tell you that she's enjoying every second of this. How about you?" 

"God, are you kidding," I replied, my mind encountering almost impossible odds in ignoring the fact that about forty-five minutes ago this beautiful woman next to me had taken the entire length of my aching cock into her mouth and was apparently willing, perhaps eager, to probe my wet release into her mouth. 

"I love this, I can't believe Pm here," I told her. She laughed softly. "I know." 

I followed Vivian, who followed the other members back through the living room, then down the long hall which led to the two bedrooms being used by Dianna and Pam as the fantasy theater for their performances. The rules of The Group called for the husbands of each applicant to attend, after the first hour, the performance of the other applicant, but not his wife, for the second. 

I followed those who ushered themselves into Pam's dark bedroom. 

The room was similar to Dianna's, perhaps a few square feet larger. Like Dianna's, this room was dark, lit only by a candle burning next to the bed. The bed was set with its large wooden headboard up against the opposite wall, and it was also large. The mattress had been covered in a black satin, as were several cushions and pillows scattered about its surface. 

In the middle of the bed was Pam, her young eighteen-year-old body spread open as she lay on her back. As with Dianna, a cushion had been placed under her ass, forcing her pussy, its light covering of sandy white down visible through the light fabric of her toga, high up into the air. The lips of her young cunt were open slightly, and the fresh pink flesh of her insides was still red and glistening from her introductory efforts of less than an hour before. Her eyes were closed, as if she were asleep. 

No one spoke as the members filled the room. I found myself standing against the wall opposite the bed, looking directly up between Pam's tender teenage thighs. 

I thought for a moment of Dianna, alone on her bed in the next room, and the anticipation that I knew that she must be feeling right at that moment. 

Someone closed the door and at the same time a light snapped on, bathing the delectable Pam in a flood of slowy drifting red light. 

Pam looked so inviting as she remained motionless on the bed. Her nipples, stiff and hard and red, and the slippery pink glistening flesh between her legs were the only signs that she was not, in fact, asleep. Because she looked so young and fresh, she appeared so terribly vulnerable as she waited while our eyes feasted on her. 

Linda stood by the head of the bed, just as Vivian had attended Dianna's first performance. Linda's dark hair and features merged into the shadows, the light of the candle occasionally flitting across her huge breasts. 

A few more minutes passed in total silence until finally Pam's hands began creeping down over her belly, until her fingers found the soft rise of her mound. She pulled the hem of the toga up to her waist, completely exposing herself to those in the room. She pulled the lips of her pussy back; her tight round entrance glimmered with her oils in the light, and it was apparent that the excitement she had experienced an hour earlier had remained alive within her. She reached between her labia with two long fingers and gently grasped her clitoris, pinching it lightly between her fingertips. The tiny red button was swollen with anticipation, and she pulled it up so that it peeked out from between the lips of her cunt. Ker fingers began rubbing the mini erection slowly, the motion of her teasing almost a slow full circle as she pinched on the throbbing bit of slippery flesh, at the same time pulling it up, pushing it down, moving it from side to side. The thin chasm of her cunt widened as she continued, the muscles in her thighs trembling as she moved toward that psychic point where she could abandon all concern of control and throw her body into its own autonomous search for complete, consuming release. Her clitoris continued to swell as she caressed it, until its bright red tip protruded up from between her lips, full and firm with her anxiousness. 

She moaned loudly, her probing pinching fingers apparently discovering a particularly sensitive spot. 

Bob and one other man whose name I couldn't recall stepped from where they had been standing against the wall. They approached the bed from opposite sides and, each holding one of Pam's marvelously shaped thighs, pulled her legs apart, holding her open while she kept her efforts concentrated on her now-pulsating button. 

I watched the sexy young girl as the minutes passed by. The darkness surrounding the bed, the fact that the only real illumination in the room was concentrated on the girl as she writhed at her own exploration, enhanced her total exposure and surrender, just as the concentration of those in a theater is almost compulsively drawn to the moving shifting illuminated images on the screen. The air in the room was close, and as Pam's juices began to flow more and more rapidly, I caught the scent of her excitement, slightly musk, slightly honeysuckle, very nice and very light. Her fingers were moving back and forth over her wetness, now, and her moans, young and anxious, drifted from the bed. The two men continued to hold her legs open as everyone watched. 

"Oh ... oh ... good . . . good, good, good. . . yes, oh, yes . . ." 

Bob, one hand still holding her leg out, stretched over to the small table and picked up a large, slightly circular, cone-shaped rubber vibrator. At the nose of the cone the circumference was small, but the rubber extended backwards several inches, until at its widest point it appeared to be almost three inches in diameter. From this, its fattest point, it stretched another two inches in a narrow tube. From the end of the tubular portion extended a thin white-coated wire, at the end of which was a small, white plastic control. 

Pam kept at her clitoris, pinching and rubbing as the second man, his fingertip globbed with a big round glimmering dollop of warmed oil, rubbed the gooey stuff between the cheeks of her ass. Pam arched up at his touch, holding herself so as to be able to accept all of the oil he offered. 

I'm certain my thoughts were echoing those of everyone else in the room. It was unthinkable that this young girl could take the huge plug all the way into her, her tight ripe rectum accepting the fat rubber dildo beyond her ability. 

Two women moved to her shoulders, lowering themselves down to the bed, their lips finding her stiff pink nipples, their hands and arms pressing Pam down against the mattress. Ron moved out of the shadows, holding a large thick pillowlike cushion, which he slipped between Pam and the pillow already beneath her, forcing her rear end up even higher so that it might be better displayed. The second man had two of his fingers already in the girl as Ron, now kneeling at the foot of the bed, held her buttocks apart. 

With her shoulders pinned to the mattress by the two women sucking at her nipples, her legs held spread open by the men, her pussy elevated high in display and exposed to her own desperate fingers, and her ass held open by Bob and teased by a second man, Pam began a twisting, squirming slide past the wet hot limits of her consciousness. She tensed as the second man replaced his fingers with the nose of the plug; he held it between the cheeks of her ass for a moment or two, the now-buzzing tip pressed against her tight dark opening. Slowly, he pressed the nose into her; she forced herself to relax against the constantly increasing pressure as her audience silently watched her take the first two inches into her anus. The man paused again, waiting as the girl became accustomed to the unfamiliar fullness. Then, very slowly, very gently, he resumed his probe, forcing the widening shaft up into her. She whimpered softly, almost to herself, as the device stuffed into her, stretching the tight tunnel of her ass as it made its way up into her darkness. 

Seconds passed, and I found it both difficult to watch the girl being stretched and stuffed with the bizarre dildo and, at the same time, exciting to watch her being used in this way. I watched as her partners probed and explored her, the seeping of her flow from between the lips of her cunt betraying the fact that her young lithe body was reveling in her passive accepting vulnerability. 

The men stretched and probed her; Pam groaned loudly as the fattest portion of the dildo was somehow pushed into her. She then lay still, forcing her labored breathing back to almost normal. My cock was hard and stiff, and ached to experience the girl's body in place of the thick wide rubber cock that was now protruding out from between her cheeks, the thin white wire dangling down from between her legs and over the cushions until it disappeared into the small white control packet nestled in Bob's hand. 

The woman on her right released Pam's nipple from her mouth and, taking a second vibrator from the table next to her-this one long and thin-leaned down over Pam's belly and, again as the girl was held open, inserted the dildo up into her gash. Pam strained as the twin fullness stretched into her, twisting and arching against the awesome pressure. 

Then the two women stepped back from her, and Bob and the second man stood off to the side, still holding her legs open. Every eye in the room bored into the straining pink flesh between her legs, the lips of her cunt now beginning to convulse slightly around the vibrator as it jutted out at us. 

A woman whom I had met earlier in the evening stepped in front of me silently, facing the bed. She teased back against me. I slipped my hands around her waist and pulled her back against me. My cock, hard and stiff after watching the young girl on the bed, rubbed against the rising and falling of the softness of her ass. She wore only a thin summer dress and blouse, and as the head of my prick pressed over her, I discovered that her wetness had drenched the soft print material. My hands found her breasts; I dug my fingers into them as I thrust and rubbed against her. She squatted down a bit, her thighs opening, and as Pam writhed against the pressure of the twin invaders, I released her breast and brought my hand down over her ass, then reached under her, my hand now sliding over the wet slippery flesh between her thighs. 

"Go up inside of me ... up into my cunt. . ." the woman whispered into my ear. 

Her hands reached backwards, finding the zipper of my pants. Never stopping the more and more desperate movements against me, and never taking her eyes off Pam as the woman twisted on the bed in front of us, my partner freed my cock from the prison of my pants. I tensed as I felt her fingers encircle my shaft; quickly, she guided it up between her labia and then up into the tight wet grasp of her cunt. 

The woman's pussy was hot and wet, and I strained to go higher and higher into her tightness. 

Pam's moaning now filled the room; several of the others in the room had stepped over to the bed and were caressing and pawing her as the young girl on the vast square expanse of the bed, still held open, the plug stiffening her anus, the dildo protruding from her cunt, soared into her climax. Held down by two women at her shoulders, her arms now pinned back against the smooth satin sheets, she squirmed and twisted against the constantly buzzing probe. 

The room was warm, and the air heavy with the young woman's sweet musky scent. My partner in the shadows began to move on my prick, her ass rotating in tiny circles, her cunt clenching my cock in its soft wet grip. My mind, spinning with the moist warm air in the room and the visions of Pam as she hungrily accepted whatever those around her wished to do with her, rode the crest of a dope-triggered rush. 

And then, just as Vivian had done earlier, during Dianna's first performance, my new woman stepped up and pulled her cunt from around my prick. She turned to face me, pushing her stiff jutting nipples into my chest. 

"Not yet... save your hot cum for me... later . . . after this performance ... I want you to fuck me." 

She pressed her lips to mine, her tongue darting into my mouth for a few all-too-short seconds, and then stepped back into the shadows against the wall. I forced my dick back into the restricting confines of the material of my pants. 

More minutes passed as Pam struggled until finally Bob leaned over and pulled the invisibly trembling vibrator from her pussy. Pam arched up as he slid it from her, whimpering as he emptied her. 

The woman whom I had been fucking only a few moments before caught Bob's silent gesture, and approached the foot of the bed. Lowering herself down to the mattress, she moved her head up until her mouth pressed against Pam's box. The young girl's pussy, already stretched open by the vibrator, waited for the woman's tongue, which immediately slid up into her as my former partner pressed her face into Pam. Two hands grasped Pam's pussy, one coming from the left side of the bed, the other coming from the right. The fingers reached into the slippery young pink flesh in the narrow vault of her vagina and pulled her open. Pam groaned and arched up at the sensation of the three pressures, the fingers pulling her cunt open from opposite sides, the woman between her thighs who was pressing her face into her now-sopping pussy, the hungry mouth licking and drinking at her juices. Her three lovers flung her out into her orgasm, her body tensing as she came, her thighs shuddering to echo her pussy's convulsions, her flat belly stiffening until she thought that she might shatter like a pane of glass. 

"God . . . God . . . God, yes, yes, yes . . . yes. . ." 

Pam arched up high and, her ass pulled wide open, I remembered the huge plug that still continued its electric stretching of her rectum. 

The young girl, her freshness enhancing the eroticism that was drenching over everyone in the room, whipped farther and farther into her climax, her vulnerability completely accepting the all-encompassing fucking. As I watched, the man I recognized as Tamara's husband, Ted, climbed onto the bed and swung his left leg over Pam's belly, straddling her just above her stomach. He was naked, and his cock stretched out into the soft-walled valley between Pam's luscious young breasts. Reaching down, he pressed them together, sandwiching his schlong between their softness. Slowly, his balls dragging down over her belly, he began thrusting his long hard shaft between her globes, the purple head jutting through the vale on every forward motion, stopping just inches from Pam's mouth before retreating back between her breasts. Pam, now completely lost as she fell through the black tumbling void of her release groaned loudly; Ted's back stiffened, and then, just as the purple head of his prick came to within an inch of Pam's pretty face, he erupted, spurting out his semen in great white creamy globules, covering the young girl's mouth and chin and neck and breasts with opaque strings of his cum, limp over the curves and crests of her boobs, shimmering under the wet white pearls. His cock continued its dance, his relief gushing out, covering the young girl underneath him. 

Pam's moaning had crescendoed into what was almost a scream. Ted's jizz continued to shower down over her face and breasts like white glimmering streamers. The huge dildo still hummed in her rectum with its never-ending trembling, and all over her the hands and fingers were pulling at her, probing and pinching; rubbing all over the opening sweeping curves of her completely accepting body. A man had replaced the woman between her legs and, lowering himself down, mounted her, driving his cock deep into her. She writhed and thrust against him, her chaotic needs and the hands holding her shoulders and her thighs making it impossible to do anything but accept them. Within seconds he exploded into her, his wad shooting up into her cunt. Again Pam whimpered, taking his wet sticky gifts up into her precious convulsing snatch. 

Pam responded to the warm cream flooding up into her, arching and bucking, her desperate struggling restricted by those several hands holding her. 

The two principal players continued their performance until Ted, his desire totally drained, pulled his cock from the young girl's gash. Pam, still caught in the seemingly ceaseless vortex of her own release, continued her jerking, convulsing journey. Her legs were still held up and back by the men, her pussy convulsed now on its own emptiness, and we watched as the lips of her pussy shuddered in the ripping spasms, jerking open and wide. As she remained absolutely still for a few heart-stopping seconds, those against the opposite wall could stare right up into her cunt, into and past the slippery opening and finally into the trembling wet clenching depths. A thin stream of semen seeped out from the bright pink flesh and ran down the inside of her thighs. She was absolutely silent, holding her position for what seemed like an eternity. And then, moaning loudly, her voice hoarse, she soared into her final efforts at release. 

"Ohohohohoh . . . God, yes . . . yes . . . yes. . ." 

Her cunt contracted, a great flood of her juices emanated from between her legs; for minutes she writhed and squirmed and humped against the hands and the lips and the tongues and the hardness that had ravaged her until finally her relief was complete, and her gentle captors releasing her from their grasp as she slowed, her body heaving with an overpowering exhaustion, she collapsed into herself, falling immediately into a state of half-sleep and half-exhaustion, conscious but not conscious, requiring nothing other that the secret searching of the all-entrapping sleep. 

No one in the room moved. The stares of the 

dark hidden eyes remained fixed on the young girl 

as she lay on the bed, alone, still spread open. Bob 

reached beneath her and gently pulled the huge 

rubber cone-shaped dildo from her anus. She groaned as he drew it from her, although her eyes remained closed. Her labia had ceased their dance, but a small rivulet of love juice still seeped from her cunt. Her breasts were streaked red with the marks of the greedy fingers and hands that only a few minutes earlier had had their way with the young fleshy softness. From somewhere in the shadows of the far wall a woman groaned, and I turned to see Vivian on her hands and knees, her behind high in the air, Jack's cock buried in her lovely ass, the two of them moving slowly against each other, she lost in the throes of her coming. Just to the left of the two lovers I saw Barbara leaning against the wall, her dress gathered around her waist, her eyes closed as Frank and Susan fingered and tongued her anxious pussy. 

But then, just as with Dianna's first performance, the door leading from the bedroom out into the hall was opened, and those members closest to the door, most of whom were busy straightening and rearranging their clothes, began to slowly file out of the room, all of them casting longing glances back toward the teenage girl still on the bed, isolated and lost in her own dark world of black heavy sleep. 

I followed the members out into the hall, and then into the living room. I squinted my eyes against the brighter lights of the room and, with some concentration, managed to direct my legs to deliver my body to the bar. The large antique grandfather clock in the hall began to chime just as the second group of members, those who had just observed Dianna's second performance, began to drift into the room from the hall. 

I checked my watch. It was only ten-thirty. The night still stretched before us. 

I got a drink from the bar and returned to a big overstuffed chair set against the wall at the far end of the room. I decided to give my mind a rest. I had been told, either by Ron or by Viv, that both Dianna and Pam would be given an hour to rest and refresh themselves before the party would be officially resumed in the living room. I decided to spend that hour relaxing; I sank back into the soft grip of my chair, turned my mind to slow, and watched the members of The Group as they waited, along with me, for the party to continue. 

The members, after they had filed out of either of the two bedrooms following the second performance, gathered in the living room, most of them waiting for their drinks at the bar, then moving either to other parts of the huge room, or stepping back out onto the patio. 

Those of the members who chose to remain in the living room clustered together in three or four groups, talking together quietly. The mood seemed to be surprisingly relaxed and casual, almost reserved, as if the gathering was simply another Saturday-night party. 

I watched Bob and his wife, Samantha, get their drinks and then join Bill and Barbara, who had been talking to Jack. The five gathered out in the center of the room. Barbara was wearing only panties by this time, white lacy things, her breasts exposed. She laughed as Bob stepped around behind her as she spoke, pulling the sides of the panties high, the material in the back disappearing between the sweet cheeks of her ass. As Bill did so, Jack, standing just to the left of Barbara, turned and reached down, his left hand stroking the woman's soft mound as the conversation continued. 

Across from this group, just to the left of the bar, the woman I remembered as Susan was leaning over the high rolling back of a heavily upholstered chair. The woman had pulled her long print dress up over her ass, gathering the material together in her hands and holding it at her waist. The dress was her only clothing-, and her ass and pussy were open and displayed as she stretched herself over the fabric. Her breasts hung down like full cloudlike cones, the nipples extending down to within only a few inches of the seat. Ron stood behind her, leaning over, running his tongue over the crest of her ass, his fingers pulling her buttocks open as his tongue traced a wet teasing trail between them. 

Two men whom I had not previously seen came into the room. Each was very young-Viv told me later that they were each just nineteen. The two were very blonde, very tan, and very muscular. Both were naked, except for a small, black-leather pouch-type device that each wore fastened around his waist, much like a g-string. The two pouches strained at the excited bulges of their young stiff cocks. Each of them carried a large silver serving tray, each tray loaded with small sandwiches and the trimmings. Unlike everyone else in the house that night, they were neither members of The Group nor applicants for membership, but instead were hired on a regular basis to assist at the parties. 

Apparently the terms of their employment included more than simply serving snacks as, immediately after they had put their trays down, they were approached by a tall willowy blonde who had been introduced to me as Jane and another woman whose name I couldn't recall. The two women, both naked but for their panties, spoke with the two men-boys for a moment and then, everyone smiling, Jane and her friend each reached over to the "waiter" in front of her and pulled his cock out from the pouch. The two young studs reacted immediately, their pricks quickly stiffening out. Jane held one of the cocks in her hand for a few moments, and then knelt down in front of her young muscular partner and slowly guided his prick into her mouth. The young man closed his eyes as Jane's talented tongue began playing against the tip of his shaft. The second woman was also kneeling in front of her boy, pressing her large breasts together and moving closer to her partner, forcing the head of his cock between her two delectable mounds of softness. Then, as Jane began to pump her mouth hungrily over the first boy's cock, the second woman began rubbing her guy's cock between her breasts. I took a sip of my drink, alternating my attention between Ron, as he licked and teased at the now completely spread-open ass of Susan, and what Jane and her friend were doing to and with their two human toys. 

After a few minutes, the two young men groaned, almost simultaneously; the first boy's dick jerked and spurted out into Jane's waiting mouth. She increased the rhythm of her mouth's pumping as her lover climaxed, until finally his warm white cream leaked out from between her lips; the second of the two boys came about three seconds later, his jizz flying out over his partner's ample breasts, covering her with his excitement, until the flesh of her breasts and neck and belly were covered with his sticky opaque release. The second woman, her fingers smearing his semen over her breasts and nipples as if she were trying to rub it into her skin, then brought a slender glistening finger to her mouth. She licked at his cum with her tongue, her smile widening as her eyes stayed fixed on his and she tasted his salty white fluids. 

By this time Ron had forced Susan to the floor and, positioning her on her hands and knees, was tasting the honey of her cunt from behind. Susan was squirming back against his face, forcing his tongue up into her cunt. Tom had joined the two, lowering himself to the floor, and holding Susan by the shoulders. Ron's hands found her breasts as they swung back and forth as she bucked back against Ron, and his fingers pinched and teased at her hard red nipples as she eagerly accepted Ron's fucking. 

Slowly, and with only a great amount of determination, I stood up from my chair. My cock, again stiff and hard, bulged out at my crotch. I walked across the room and back to the bar where I got a refill on my drink and picked a joint up out of a small silver bowl that had been placed on the far right end of the long surface of the bar. 

I found a quiet area along the wall and lit the joint, every so often taking a sip from my drink. After a few moments, I was joined by the exotic amazon, Tamara, and her husband, David. 

"Dianna was . . . was tremendous," Tamara told me, "we were in her room for her second performance. She's so beautiful, she really is." 

I thanked the woman, and found myself flattered simply by the fact that she had taken the time to speak with me. She was still wearing her long, almost floor-length skirt; the lines of her blouse dipped so low as to reveal the two great full curves of her huge firm breasts, leaving only the softness below her large crimson nipples hidden by the material. She was taller than I had remembered her from the patio, towering over everyone else in the room. I felt an almost desperate longing to lower myself into the woman, aching to sample her mammoth portion of treasures. 

Tamara told me that both she and David had, as they had watched Dianna's second performance, tasted her. 

"Ben she was so wet, so sweet . . ." Tamara winked, a bright lively grin that spoke of enthusiastic innocence. 

Just as I was about to abandon my now-flagging efforts at self-control, the two young men-boys reappeared, each still wearing the black g-string-like pouches, each still looking young and strong as their oiled muscles flexed as they walked across the width of the living room. The two steped to the long couch in the center of the room and quickly moved it off to one side. They then moved the individual chairs and table until finally, a large circular area in the center of the room stood clear, the only furnishings left being a huge, square, white fleecy wool rug directly in front of the fireplace that extended from there almost to the opposite wall. At about this same time, I noticed that all of the women had either left the room or were in the process of doing so. Tamara said that she would be back in a few moments, but that we would have to part for the time being; she disappeared from the room with the other women. The male members were apparently familiar with the procedure as no one seemed concerned. I spent the next ten or fifteen minutes talking with Ron and Bill and David, finishing off my drink and, as best I could, relaxing. 

Chapter Five 

There was some giggling and sounds of movement coming from the door at the far end of the room. I turned to the commotion. The two young men, still clad in their g-strings, the materials straining at their bulging cocks, led the female members into the room. All of the women were naked, and both the women and the two boys were proceeding slowly across the length of the huge room in the direction of the white rug directly in front of the fireplace. Behind the group of naked female members came Pam and Dianna, each of them draped in what appeared to be towel-sized patches of thin gauzy material, blue in color, hiding absolutely nothing. It was only at this point that I realized that all of the women had, protruding from their cunts, thin white wires, the other ends disappeared into small hand-held control boxes. My cock began to once again ache as Ron told me that each of the wives had an electronically powered ben-wa-type device buried in her pussy, and that this had become the method by which The Group began this part of the party: "A tradition," he told me with a wink. The two young men led the women out to the center of the room in a bizarre impersonation of a man leading his pet across the floor. The men had arranged themselves into a loosely formed gauntlet, and watched as the women were led to the large white rug, Pam and Dianna followed. Arriving at the rug, the women, the wired dildos still hidden deep with their wetness, reclined onto the long-haired woolly softness, forming a circle, their heads pointing toward the center, their feet pointing outward. 

After all of the women had assumed this position, the two boys went around the circumference of the fleshy inviting swirl, spreading each woman's legs apart and placing each individual control box on the rug, the wires stretched full length, reaching down to between their knees and ankles. Then each of the boys walked over to Pam and Dianna, who stood waiting as the women had been arranging themselves on the rug. Dianna and Pam were then brought into the center of the circle. Each of the boys then, stepping behind the two applicants, quickly blindfolded them, stretching a strip of soft light-blue satin over the two women's eyes. My stare kept alternating between the women forming the circle and the two women in the lusty circle's center. I watched as the two boys guided the now-sightless Dianna and Pam to their knees, and then finally onto their backs. The two muscular, pouch-clad boy-men then left the room. 

The men in the room were now looking at what appeared as some fantastically designed ornament of erotica. 

A large circle, formed by fifteen or sixteen beautifully voluptuous naked women, all on their backs, their spread-open legs pointing outward. From each woman's cunt protruded a thin, white plastic-coated wire, one end attached to the electric round egg-like dildo buried inside the wet clutching softness, the other end disappearing into a small individual control box. Within the small circle above their heads were Dianna and Pam, both blindfolded, both on their backs, both draped in a filmy blue, virtually transparent satin patch of cloth, the pink redness of their nipples and the darkness of their mounds visible to those of us standing at the outside of the circle, looking down. 

At my feet was Tamara, her legs spread, the lips of her magical pussy slightly open; the wire coming from between her luscious labia to the small control box between her knees seemed to emphasize her anxious readiness. She caught my stare and forced the lips of her exposed wet cunt to jerk open and closed; as if winking at me. Next to Tamara, and just to my left, lay Samantha, Bob's wife. Like Dianna, Sam was a tall woman with sweeping, robust features. Her spread thighs betrayed the fact that she, too, hid in her soft depths a vibrator just as did the other women. Her eyes were closed, but her quick, heavy breathing indicated that she was more than aware of what was happening around her. On the other side of Samantha was Barbara, she, too, on her back with her legs spread open, a small white wire extending from her cunt out a couple of feet to the small control box between her slender legs. Two women whose names I couldn't then recall were positioned between Barbara and Susan. Susan looked magnificently vulnerable; her eyes were closed and her hands teased at her own nipples, pinching and rubbing the extended bright-red flesh. Although none of the vibrators had yet been turned on, it was apparent from the way that Susan was slowly, almost imperceptibly, rotating her hips, that the woman was anxious for whatever use anyone chose to make of her. 

Next to Susan was a woman to whom I had not as yet been introduced. I later learned that her name was Eve. She was an extremely tiny fox, although her breasts were round and full. Her pussy had been shaved, and my cock began to strain as I watched a glistening stream of her love juices slowly flow out from between the glass-smooth lips of her cunt, running down the inside of her thighs until finally the fleecy white rug beneath her darkened with her moisture. Next to Eve and directly across the circle from where I stood was the tall and willowy Jane; although she was pointed outwards toward the opposite side of the room, her low throaty moaning added to the already surging tide of my excitement. Another woman whose name I couldn't recall was next to Jane. Unlike most of the other women in the circle, she had her eyes open wide; she watched the men as they stared down at her, spreading her thighs wider whenever one of us looked up between her legs at the exposed pink flesh of her box. 

Viv was positioned next to her, her huge breasts resting deliriously against her chest, their almost perfectly round shape distorted under the crush of their own soft heavy weight. One of the men had slipped a pillow under her ass, forcing her pussy up in the air, her dripping-wet pink flesh displayed for everyone in the room to see. Just to Vivian's left was a woman named Carol, a big-breasted brunette. Like Jane, she was moaning at the pressure of her dildo; her hands were at her cunt, her fingers buried in her own wet softness, apparently attempting to push the diido deeper and deeper into her crotch. Her moans had turned into soft, throaty whimpering and, as her fingers moved inside of her, she would arch up, holding herself high up off the rug. Her cunt glistened bright pink, and I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to bury my mouth in her pussy, tasting the sweet sticky promise of her juices. Laura, a dark-complexioned woman with long black hair, was next to Carol, her legs open, the lips of her pussy jerking in tiny, involuntary convulsions around the hard surface of her dildo. Next to Laura was Melinda, whose magnificent body gleamed with a thin film of body oil. Her great breasts seemed to be trembling, and it was evident that she was quickly approaching the limits of her control. Pam's "Big Sister," Linda, was between Melinda and Tamara. Linda was the only woman in the circle who was speaking, her voice a soft, calm whisper, her words an endless litany of bizarre and erotic invitations to the men who stood over her. Her eyes were open, and a tight, tense smile played at her swollen, very-red lips. 

Within the circle, Dianna and Pam lay on their backs, the tops of their heads only a few inches from the other. Both of the women were still blindfolded; neither said a word, both absorbing the soft, erotic sounds around them. 

The men moved around the outside of the circle, inspecting the women, occasionally kneeling down between spread-open thighs, peering up into the collective soft pink flesh of the living, fleshy toys. None of the men was speaking, each completely concentrating as he lost himself in his examination of the dripping pink pleasures displayed before him. The inspection continued for maybe fifteen minutes, none of the men touching the women forming the circle, but simply enjoying them with their hungry, greedy eyes. 

Finally Ron motioned to the other men with his eyes, and each of the men knelt between the splayed-open thighs of the woman nearest him. In perfect unison the men took the several individual control boxes and turned the small plastic knobs to "on." There was immediately the faint sound of a muffled, electronic humming, as the vibrators trembled into mechanical life. The women reacted to the sudden living pressure inside of them: Tamara moaned loudly, then arched up high above the rug, the lips of her cunt opening and closing around her burden; Linda's whispered invitations ceased at the first sound of the buzzing, her words turning into a wet, slow panting; Vivian was groaning loudly as Bob, kneeling between her thighs, twisted the knob of the control box back and forth, teasing her with the constantly changing intensity of the quick deniable movement. Carol's fingers were pulling at the lips of her pussy, pulling herself open, her huge breasts shaking as she twisted back and forth on the rug. Frank had her control box in his hands and discovered that a slow deliberate trembling excited her the most. Eve, whose tiny delicate features called to mind a small porcelain doll, appeared ready to soar into her climax. 

Ron was sitting between her knees, holding her control, watching her intently as she bucked up and down on the dildo buried within her. Barbara's whole body was trembling as her plastic cock came alive inside of her, her hands jerking over her body, her fingers playing at her mouth, then to her nipples, back to her mouth, then down between her legs; I watched her as she twisted and turned on the rug, a man sitting between her legs, two or three other men standing over her, watching appreciatively as she performed her squirming, writhing dance. 

Across the circle from Barbara, Melinda was groaning loudly, her spectacular breasts shaking in rhythm to her almost convulsive shaking. The heavy sweet scent of musk perfumed the room; the men remained silent as they watched the women struggle on the floor. The only sounds in the room being the music and the rnoans and the crackling of the fire and the almost imperceptible muffled hum of the vibrators. And within minutes the moaning grew louder and louder until only the snapping of the fire broke through their increasingly urgent pleadings. 

Tamara, directly in front of me on the rug, groaned loudly and twisted to her right, grabbing at Samantha, her fingers grasping the woman's breasts. Tamara managed to keep her ass flat on the floor as she turned, her legs still spread, Bill remaining between her thighs, the vibrator still buzzing and humming deep within the convulsing vault of her pussy. 

Ted was still teasing Samantha with the white plastic prick, and the girl responded to Tamara's demands, lifting her head up, her open mouth finding Tamara's tongue. The two women squirmed together now, their breasts pressed together, their hands and mouths exploring the body of the other, their legs, all the while, keeping open, displaying the two white wires that snaked out of their cunts. At the opposite side of the circle and slightly to my left, Vivian had turned over onto her hands and knees. She held her fantastically curving ass high in the air, her thighs spread wide apart. Her wire fell from between the lips of her glistening cunt, arching just above the rug, and then trailing out behind her, disappearing into the small white box still held by Bob, who was now positioned between her ankles. 

Viv had turned to her left slightly so that her head was now over Carol, who was bucking up and down, evidently lost in the first swirlings of her orgasm. Vivian lowered her head to Carol's breasts, her tongue first teasing one nipple and then the other. Carol's groans grew louder and louder, the lips of her exposed, gleaming cunt convulsing open and then shut and then open again. Carol threw her arms around Vivian's neck, pulling her head down to her breasts, forcing Viv's mouth over her stiffly erect, bright-red nipples. Other women had turned to the writhing, shuddering flesh of their partners, and soon the circle became an otherworldly mass of arms and hands, grabbing and caressing; thighs spread wide, women discovering the taste and smell and climaxes of others, writhing and twisting and pleading. 

The men remained silent, watching the women with an almost touchable intensity. Barbara, Susan and Eve were locked together in a three-way embrace, their legs tangled in the wires that still dangled out from between their legs, their tongues and fingers darting into each others' cunt, their moans and whimperings reaching a crescendo together as they soared into their collective climax, their juices and demanding throaty whispers all merging together as all the while their men kept their fingers on the control knobs, all the while the white plastic ben-wa balls trembling in their boxes. 

All of the women in the circle were by this time prisoners of their orgasms, all of them locked together in one majestic all-encompassing climax. None of the men, however, seemed ready to relent in their electronic teasing with the vibrators, letting them run on and on and on, even as the hungry searching tongues and fingers licked and rubbed over and against the devices in the hot wetness of the open, jerking cunts. The buzzing of the dildos drove the women into a growing sexual frenzy, shuddering in desperation, screaming silently for release. 

As the women in the circle soared higher and higher into their wrenching shared release, Dianna and Pam, still blindfolded and on their backs, responded to the increasing movement and sounds all around them. Dianna's hands had both disappeared under the thin blue gauzy material that had been draped over her body. Her knees were lifted and she had spread her legs open. The fall of the cloth failed to hide her cunt, and several of the men were watching as her fingers snaked their way between the lips of her wondrous pussy, dipping into her open, inviting entrance. 

A thin, glistening line traced the flow of her own juices as they overflowed from her cunt, streaming slowly down the inside of her thighs. She was moving her head from side to side, excited by what her ears and mind were telling her was happening all around the lusty circle. Someone had slipped a cushion under Pam's ass; her own hands had pulled her covering up over her waist, as her fingers found and then held open her young sweet labia. The pink of her pussy was bright and glistening and, like Dianna, her juices were flowing out from her cunt as the fingers of her other hand pumped in and out of the soft, trembling entrance. 

Then Laura, now on her hands and knees, the white wire trailing opt from between her legs, moved to Dianna, positioning herself between Dee's thighs. Laura's man, Ted, moved behind her, his hands still holding the control to her vibrator. Laura, her moaning having become a hoarse whisper, extended her hands, pulling Dianna's legs wider; quickly, she lowered herself, her mouth pressing hard against Dee's cunt. Dianna arched up, high off the surface of the rug, inviting her new partner into her hot damp lush-ness. Laura accepted the invitation enthusiastically, running her tongue over the pink flesh between the lips of Dianna's cunt. Dianna, her blindfold making her appear more and more vulnerable to the chaotic needs of those around her, gasped and arched up at Laura's invading mouth. Soft wet sounds of sucking welled into the throaty whispered moaning and demands of need. 

Samantha, also on her hands and knees, crawled toward Dianna from the other side of the circle. She kept her legs open and her ass high in the air as she moved, exposing her pussy to those of us behind her. She reached out and pulled the transparent blue material from over Dianna's body and then lowered her face between Dee's huge round breasts, her fingers flitting gently over Dianna's face and then teasing at her mouth. Dianna, her cunt already filled with Laura's tongue, seemed to slip off the ice-thin precipice of her control as Sam reversed her position and lifted one leg over her, squatting down on Dianna beneath her, first grinding her pussy down against the airy firm softness of Dianna's breasts, and then moving backwards a few inches, pushing her overflowing cunt back against Dianna's waiting mouth. 

Sam straightened her back; the vibrator still hummed down in her depths as Dianna sucked and ate at her wetness; Laura continued to feast on Dianna, Laura still riding her dildo. The three women seemed to meld into one fleshy mass of arms and legs and breasts and thighs, twisting and moving in rhythm to the needs of the others. The three were joined by Tamara, who began mouthing Laura's breasts; the tall dark golden woman was gasping, her excitement having reached such a screaming intensity that it appeared that she was having difficulty in catching I ;r breath. My cock strained as I watched the glorious Polynesian am-azon, her thighs open, the lips of her twat shaking in concert with the vibrator buried in her steaming depths, the tongues and fingers teasing at her. Dianna went wild as Tamara's tongue joined Laura's in its examination of Dianna's pussy. 

The thrashing bodies of all four women were now covered with the sweet sticky juices of the others, their gasps and whispered throaty pleadings, like their seemingly endless shared release, becoming one. 

The original fleshy circle had by this time given up all semblance of its original shape, the women now crawling and clutching, grabbing and holding and sucking at the bodies around them. The men remained silent, watching the incredible sexual drama taking place before their eyes, their quiet stares intense with a fascination that bordered on the hypnotic. 

Most of the men still held onto the controls of the individual women. Those who did not, sat just beyond the flailing arms and spread thighs, taking in the now almost frenzied coming of the women. Three of the women had moved to the young body of Pam, burying her under their own sweating, straining needs, licking and eating and sucking at her as she remained on her back, still blindfolded, in what had originally been the center of the circle. I moved to my right in order to get an unobstructed view as Linda squatted down over Pam's mouth, just as Barbara drove her tongue up inside the young girl's cunt. 

Directly in front of me, Carol and Melinda, one straddling the other, their legs entangled in the wires that continued to power the two vibrators still hidden and buzzing deep within them, were locked together in a tight embrace, Melinda's face buried in the pink wetness between Carol's legs, Carol's face buried in the pink wetness between Melinda's. 

One of the two young men again appeared. Still wearing his black-leather g-string, the material still straining out against the pressure of his excitement, he was carrying a large circular silver tray. On the surface of the tray were arranged an assortment of oils and dildos and vibrators and creams. The teenaged stud placed the tray on a table just beyond the writhing carpet of women on the floor. 

Bill stepped over to the table and picked up a long, double-headed dildo, and then moved carefully through the tangled arms and legs to where Dianna squirmed beneath her two lovers. Bill motioned to the women to move back; he then turned the still-sightless Dianna over onto her stomach, slipping a pillow under her belly. The dildo he held in his hand was about two feet long, a bulging head at each end. The middle portion was flexible, the end portions firm. It appeared to be made from a white plastic or rubber. Bill dabbed each end with some of the oil he had taken from the tray. 

Dianna's pussy, glistening with her love sauce, was already open and waiting. Vivian crawled over behind Dianna and, as Bill inserted one end into Dianna's ready cunt, Viv stretched her open. Dee groaned as Bill inserted the long tube up into her waiting crotch. Then Vivian moved her hands up to the crest of Dianna's ass. Pulling her cheeks open, she held Dianna wide as Bill inserted the second headed end down into her asshole. The tube curved at its soft, flexible middle as Bill then pushed each of the two ends father and father into her. 

Along with most of the others in the room, I watched as Dianna lowered her head to the rug beneath her. Her throaty moans turned into a gasping whimper as Bill began to pump both ends of the rubber cock, slowly, deliberately, gentle quick motions, one head sliding along the slippery lush pink of her pussy, the second head moving through her hot oiled tightness. Dianna once again soared into her orgasm, her ass rotating high in the air, riding the fullness of her twin invaders. 

Just to my right, Ted was holding Melinda, the woman on her hands and knees. Ron was behind her, reaching into her cunt and then pulling out the still-buzzing plastic egg. Melinda had been captured in the fine wet nest of her coming for several minutes, and the white dildo made a wet dripping sound as it was pulled from her pussy. Ron then stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes. His prick was huge, standing out from his body like a tightly springed pipe. He moved up closer to the woman. 

With Ted still holding Melinda around the shoulders, his fingers grasping her great hanging tits, Ron pushed his cock down between the lips of her cunt, driving his anxious shaft high up into her steaming tight pussy. Melinda squatted back down against him, moaning loudly. Ron began his grinding thrusting dance, plunging his prick down into her. By this time, Bob had taken the vibrator from Linda. Frank had joined the two. Linda, still caught tightly in the dizzying throws of her climax, was on her hands and knees; Frank, now naked also, had slipped under her, and the woman had immediately slid down on his prick, sliding it high up into her by the force of her own weight. Bob then moved around behind her and, as Linda moved up and down on Frank's throbbing cock, Bob mounted her from behind, slowly and gently forcing his prick up into the dark hot tightness of her anus. Linda gasped as the two men stuffed her with their straining hardness. Jane, the thin white wire of her dildo still hanging out from between the lips of her cunt, crawled over to where Linda was lost in the chaotic climax of her magnificent fucking, and began sucking on Linda's breasts. Her tongue flitted and teased over the hard nipples of the impaled woman. 

I looked back over to Dianna. Bill was still playing with her urgent demanding desires, pumping the double-headed tube of the dildo back and forth in her pussy and in her ass, driving the struggling woman farther and farther into the wrenching falling tunnel of her release. Vivian's attention had turned to the young, still-blindfolded Pam. As the girl pulled the lips of her pussy open, Viv found the dripping wet pink flesh of her cunt, licking and lapping at her flowing juices. Jack had begun sucking at Pam's nipples, his hands roaming up and down over her flat hard belly, and then around and across her firm full breasts. John appeared next to Pam's left shoulder. He was naked, and his huge dick extended out over Pam's face. He leaned over a bit, then took the bulging head of his prick in his fingers and pressed it down to Pam's lips. 

The sightless woman opened her mouth at the touch, her tongue flicking out; I saw a small single drop of precum form a round, opaque pearl on John's pulsing purple glans. Slowly, he pushed his cock between Pam's lips and into the young girl's mouth. Pam accepted all of it, letting John's pecker fill her mouth just as Viv's tongue was filling her snatch. Jack's mouth continued to suck at her luscious ripe breasts as Pam crashed into a twisting sexual rush, spinning past the frontiers of her most distant journey, exploring newly expanding limits to the pleasures that she could feel. Rich knelt down next to the four lovers, watching intently as Vivian licked Pam's gleaming pink flesh. 

Then Rich moved behind Vivian, and as she held her pert ass up in the air as she ate Pam's cunt, Rich reached into her pussy and pulled the still-trembling dildo from the convulsing wetness of her cunt. Then, moving forward on his knees, he drove his cock up into Viv's accepting pussy, leaning over her, his arms reaching around and holding her to him. Rich rode Vivian hard, bucking against her. 

Hands were grasping at my legs. I looked down. Tamara was on her hands and knees at my feet. The vibrator was still buzzing deep inside her. her enticing body was shuddering with the strain of her coming. Her eyes were wide open. She looked up at me. Her voice was a low, pleading whisper. 

"Fuck me . . . please, now ... I want your cock inside . . . please . . . now . . . please fuck me, please." 

I had my clothes off in a matter of seconds. I lowered myself to the rug. I pulled Tamara over onto her back, she lifted and spread her thighs wide, displaying the dripping pinkness of her waiting and anxious cunt. Lifting her head up a few inches off the floor, she watched my eyes as the lips of her pussy responded to her incredible control, opening and closing on command in slow, jerking motions, inviting me into her, wet soft sounds accompanying the twitching movement. I reached down and ran my hand over her wetness. Her cunt was hot and ready. Bracing myself with my hands, I lowered myself down to her. 

The lips of her cunt opened as I slid my cockhead down into her wonderful pussy, and then closed over my shaft, the flood of my excitement now beginning to surge around my balls. Her uncanny control extended past her labia, the very depths of her cunt churning and grabbing at my cock as I pushed farther and farther into her. She pulled her thighs wider apart until I had buried my shaft into her to the hilt. 

I looked across the writhing carpet of horny bodies to Dianna. The dildo had been taken from her; three men knelt by her. Bill had mounted her from behind, his cock disappearing between the lips of her pussy. Ted was now holding her, pushing her backwards against Bill. Jim was on Ms back, his face looking up directly under her breasts. Dee was pressing her nipples into his mouth as she came, her pressure against his face distorting the soft round curves of her gigantic magnificent breasts. 

Pam moaned loudly; John, his cock still pumping back and forth between the teenage girl's lip, answered with a gasping whisper of his own. He stiffened and then, as the thick hot white cream of his release shot out into Pam's mouth, the two fell into their coming; Ron was suddenly between Pam's thighs, then inside of her, fucking her cunt as John was fucking her mouth. Tamara's cunt continued to open and close around my penis. Her hot wetness felt as if she were trying to suck the scum from my cock with her pussy. My mouth lowered around her breasts as I ground against her. Then I heard Dianna moan loudly, and Bill began pumping into her violently. Dianna turned her head back over her shoulder and whispered something I couldn't hear. 

Bill strained and, with Dee moaning loudly past the far reaches of her control, began to flood into her. Dianna bucked against him, her nipple still held in the wet grasp of Jim's sucking lips. 

Suddenly I felt my nuts jerk in convulsion, and the tide of my release surged past my own limits, shooting out into Tamara's waiting, accepting pussy. The woman gasped as I inundated into her, my warm thick fluids overflowing into her. Tamara's legs wrapped around me, holding me to her. Suddenly her eyes snapped shut; her whole body shuddered. She uttered what sounded like a sharp, high-pitched cry, then, still holding me within the fleshy firm grip on her thighs, rocketed into her orgasm, arching and bucking and twisting against me, the sucking hot flesh of her cunt drinking in my semen. 

I looked back over to Dianna. Bill had finished with her and had pulled his prick from her. His place had been taken by Ted, who, within seconds of entering her, began to fill her with his own desperate release. I kept pumping into the insatiable Tamara, watching Ted ball Dianna. 

Minutes passed, until finally I had nothing more to give the woman. I pulled from her, Ron immediately moving to her, quickly driving his rock-hard plank into her. Her climax continued as Ron and I switched places, then rising up to new, unexplored heights as the new and unfamiliar cock stuffed into her. 

I turned to my right. Barbara was on her hands and knees, her head down against Frank, her mouth filled with his prick. She held her ass high up in the air, displaying the inviting glimmering pink flesh of her pussy. My cock hardened once again and, as Ted continued to fill my wife, I fucked Barbara, mounting her and driving myself down into her pussy. She arched up, spreading her thighs wide. Just as Frank exploded into her mouth, my own release fired into her cunt. She moaned as we both filled her together, rotating her rear end in a wide, slowly traced circle as I pumped and pumped again into her. 

As my cock jerked its white creamy load into Barbara, Parn was suddenly kneeling next to me. She was still blindfolded, her hands finding my shoulders, then my face. She moved closer, pressing her firm young tits into my mouth. Sated finally by Barbara, I withdrew from her and moved to Pam. She immediately laid back on the rug, spreading her legs, pleading with me to take her. Her fingers pulled open her youthful pussy for my stare. 

Slowmoving, sticky streams of her several lovers' cum emanated from between the lips of her cunt as she invited me into her. Though old enough tp possess a consummate skill at fucking, she was still young enough to be driven by a fresh anxious enthusiasm, and each of my movements was answered by one of hers. Her twat was a tight, warm, slippery tube, strong and grabbing; my fingers dug into the softness of her ripe firm boobs, and my lips sucked at the bright-redness of her nipples. She arched up beneath me, holding herself up under my weight, holding her cunt up so that I could thrust deeper and deeper into her. Her face shifted from side to side until finally she broke into the infinite tumbling of her climax; my thighs stiffened at her first cries of release, and then I gushed into her, my emen showering into the young sucking tightness of her snatch. Dianna's whimpering release added to the universal eclectic excitement as I filled the sultry teenager beneath me. Rich, seeing that I had taken Pam, was now mounting Dianna, driving his cock into her anus even as Ted was spilling his seed into her pussy. 

Dianna groaned loudly at the pressure; then, squatting back against him, drove his shaft farther up into her dark tightness. He came immediately, his jizz mixing with that of those who had taken her earlier. I continued to spill into Pam until I thought that her sucking crotch might pull all of me into her. In some mystical way, my entire body would be transformed into one great opaque geyser of my own release, flooding through myself and into her. I gasped for breath, finding that the musky scent of the woman's anticipation was so heavy in the air that I could taste it. The crackling of the fire mingled with her moans and breathy whisperings of the lovers, and that in turn melded into the incessant music that mellowed into the room like an invisible thick cloud. For the next several infinite periods of time, hungry, searching bodies moved to other hungry searching bodies, tasting and eating and fucking together, curves and hardness becoming one, then moving on to other bodies, lofty peaks reached with one and two and three and sometimes four other bodies at one peak at a time; and never during that brief fleeting span of infinity did the bodies stop; beyond both control and release, trapped out beyond their own ability to be satisfied, everyone tumbled together through the one shared orgasm, locked together in one single massive fucking. 

Minutes became tens of minutes, and the tens of minutes became parts of hours, and still it continued. It seemed that I had taken every woman in the room; flashes of fantastic visions screamed across my mind even as I lived through them: standing over Melinda as she streaked through a dizzying climax along with four other men; the woman was on her back, thrashing under our weight as we covered her, tongues sucking and licking at her tasty bod, cocks thrusting into her, fingers grabbing at her; her great round breasts were covered with the warm creamy reiief of those who had used her before; Vivian spread open and wide, riding three of us at one time, three cocks spurting into her as she soared in an explosion of frenzy far beyond where she had ever soared before. 

I took Dianna from behind, my cock sliding through the warm creamy ocean of release left there by those who had taken her before. I filled Dianna as she came, her great boobs shaking from side to side as she convulsed through her never-ending climax. By that time, most of the women were overflowing with the cum of their male lovers, creamy strands of semen seeping from between the lips of their pussies, rolling gently down the inside of trembling, shaking thighs, staining with dark wet spots the fleece of the rug beneath them. At one point, I rested for a few minutes, watching Linda and Jane enjoy each other's body, their fucking so intense as to inspire several of the other women around them to ride the winds of their orgasm for a few million miles, at least, on the softness and the wetness of their sisters in sex. 

I exploded into Melinda's ass as she squatted down, impaled on Samantha's tongue. With Bob holding Laura's buttocks open, I inserted a long thin rubber dildo into her dark tight opening, just as she and Tamara, the two of them with their tongues in one another's cunt, rode the other through the soft wet crashing of their shared orgasm. 

One of the men had stuffed one end of the long double-headed dildo into Carol's ass and, on her hands and knees, she took several of the men as they mounted her from behind, the long tube of the rubber prick hanging out from the cheeks of her luscious ass, swinging from side to side as she shuddered to the rhythm of her coming. And then it continued further and further into the night, every sensation and experience and feeling mixing and melding into one endless blue of lust. 

Until finally, it was quiet. Somewhere back in my memory I might have been able to recall exactly at what point in time the frenetic desperate motion had ceased, and the absolute stillness had begun, but a deep sleep overtook me as it did most of the others in the room and I no longer really cared. Those who stayed awake remained around the rug, most with their eyes closed, all silent, luxuriating in the great final flood of release and rest. Muscles that had been tensed to the point of snapping fell lax and limp; the vacuum created by the continuous release of energy filled slowly with the sleep and the silence, the tired used bodies quickly drinking in the refreshing interval in their effort to restore themselves. 

I noticed just before dropping into the spinning blackness of my own sleep that even the sharp erratic snapping of the fire had grown silent, the once-leaping red and gold flames having receded, leaving only the warm, charred skeleton of the great logs that provided the nourishment for the fire. One of the tall French doors leading out onto the patio was slightly ajar, and the heavy perfumed air of the room drifted out, replaced by the slightly warm, slightly cool air from the dark of the early morning, drifting in, rushing against the white sheer drapes framing the tall paned doors on each side. 

I was half on my back, half on my left side, my right arm draped over Dianna's waist; Pam lying just behind me, the tips of her nipples brushing up against my shoulders as she breathed. All around me were other naked bodies, all huddled together in the protective dark envelope of sleep. 

I heard the cry of a bird from far off in the darkness, surrounding the house, and I identified it as one of the many types of owls that abounded in the area. The sky was taking on that pitch-black star-sparkling blackness that it does sometimes as the earth spins into the first of the early morning hours. I watched the stars through the windows to my left for a few seconds, listening to Dianna's finally satisfied brathing. And then I slept. 

Although my body was tired beyond anything I had ever felt before, my mind reveled in the quietude. Flashes of Dianna passed across the darkness, visions of her spectacular curving body, and the overwhelming enthusiasm with which she pursued whatever pleasures she could find to enhance the pleasures of that same body. 

I remembered back a year or two before, when Dianna had volunteered to be the star performer in an annually held New Year's Eve Show, the show restricted to an audience of high rolling couples, the show really serving as merely an excuse for the display of Dianna's expansive sexual expertise. The show had ended with the audience on stage, everyone who had watched Dianna perform driven into an unstoppable sexual rush, men and women fucking one after the other, Dianna rejoicing in the flood of attention lavished on her as she yielded herself up to my directions. I recalled at a place far removed from where I now napped a vacation the two of us had shared. Bathed in the sun of an isolated South Pacific island, we were given the opportunity to witness a ceremony of the Islanders, performed to welcome the tribe's young girls to the world of womanhood. 

The four girls who had just that year reached the tradition-required age of eighteen had presented themselves to the adults of the tribe, and Dianna and I along with all of the others virtually feasted on the girls, sating ourselves with the new, untried bodies. Impressions of huge round brown breasts tipped with the bright stiff pinkness of their nipples; the honey-sweet taste of their juices, the firm soft grasps of their tight virginal cunts. After the girls had been made women, those present became trapped by their own demanding needs, and I held Dianna as several of the huge bronze-tanned men took her, spilling their seed into her softness just as I had gushed out into their women but moments earlier. 

It seemed like only weeks before that night at the mansion with The Group that I had taken Dianna to an inn hidden far out in the isolation of the countryside, a small place lost out among the trees and the rolling hills of small farms and miniature forests. There, Dianna, along with the other dozen-or-so female guests, was taught to transport herself into a perfect state of sexual acceptance; my brain stirred in the clutch of my sleep as I recalled the main room of the inn on the final night of the weekend, all of the women positioned around the room by the whims of the mistress of the house; the men were ushered into the room to be confronted by the display of the women, their legs bound open, the pink red flesh of their cunts glistening with their slippery anticipation, all inviting all and any of us to use them in any way we wished. I took several of the women that night, filling them as I watched several of the other men filling Dianna, she drenching herself in the seemingly endless reservoir of raunchy release. 

In the darkness of my sleep I could feel a slight stirring in my balls as I remembered what Dianna looked like as I arranged for the intensity of her needs and efforts to be recorded on film. Her role as the featured performer in a film made for the fantasies of unknown viewers enhanced her enjoyment of her several lovers that day, and the knowledge that the experience would be viewed by others long into the future added even more excitement, until finally, by satisfying the needs of those unknown others, she satisfied her own visions of Dianna coming to the fucking of her men, the leer of the all-seeing camera just inches from her cunt, swept through my mind like the whispy rag-tag end of a dream. 

And then even my mind surrendered, as it joined my body in the black swirling cave of my exhaustion. 

The first hints of consciousness were the sounds of movement around me, more feelings than sounds, really. By the time I managed to open my eyes, most of the women had already disappeared from the room, refreshing themselves over the basins of the mansion's several bathrooms. Several of the men had also fallen back into the real world and were struggling into their clothes. Someone had closed the door leading outside and, with fresh logs on the fire, the room was warming slowly to a toasty coziness. chatted with Bill as I climbed into my clothes. As the men straightened to their feet, and into their pants and suits, most of them headed for the bar, thirsty for a drink. Bill and I joined the others. 

We talked together for maybe half an hour. The voices were quiet and hushed, the music and the crackling of the fire being the loudest sounds in the room. A few of us then strayed outside onto the brick patio. My body, like those of the others, labored under the burden of weary muscles; sore legs and tired backs, a general feeling of fatique resulting from the strain of the evening's activities. And yet I regretted the quick passage of time, the lateness of the hour; my mind was still filled with visions and fantasies that it wanted to pursue, and, in spite of the fact that the next gathering would be held with the next few weeks, I was not fond of having to leave this hedonistic wonderland. I hadn't realized how late it really was until I stepped out into the night air. The moon had arched over the sky and, by now, had disappeared somewhere off beyond the horizon. The stars twinkled down seemingly brighter than ever, blinking silver points suspended somewhere out beyond the skies; the extreme eastern horizon was just beginning to show the faintest golden tinges of the morning sun's colors, and the earliest traces of a fresh morning breeze were beginning to wisp out over the lawn. There was a chill in the air, and the trees marking the limits of the estate were beginning to come alive with the chirpings of hungry baby birds. 

I talked with Bill and Ron for a few minutes. Ted and Pam's husband, Rich, joined us later. We finished off our drinks, and then Ron produced a couple of joints, and, figuring what the hell, took a good deep hit and then another, until by the time the roach was stubbed out, my mind was once again churning with lazy, lofting rushes. 

The women finally began to reappear. Dianna joined us out on the patio along with Vivian. I was surprised to find Dianna looking almost as if she were about to begin the evening rather than end it. She was, once again, wearing the clothes she had arrived with, and, except for the telltale slight droop of her eyelids, she looked as she did hours earlier, at the start of the night. Dianna told me how much she had enjoyed the sexual adventure, which was identical to the message betrayed by her sleepy, satisfied smile. Bill and Ron both complimented her on both of her performances and what they called her "other activities." Pam arrived out on the deck shortly after Dee and Viv. 

She looked tired, but said that her "birthday present" had proven to be probably the most memorable night of her life and that she was already looking ahead to the next gathering. I felt a quickening in my balls when I realized that I would be given another opportunity to take the young women again, if only I could wait a few weeks. Vivian was wearing a thick white terry-cloth robe, the hem almost reaching the floor. She had decided not to dress, as she and Ron would be spending the night, or what was left of it, anyway, at the mansion. Then Ron asked if we'd care to stay over with them. I told him that we really wouldn't be able to, but that we could delay our departure for a little while, maybe relaxing and for some coffee. 

Pam and Rich, along with about six of the other couples, began to say their goodnights. Tamara promised everyone that she and David would be attending the next party. Barbara was almost sound asleep as Bill half-carried her down the driveway to the car. Others left, and by the time I was catching my second wind, only six other couples remained: Ron and Viv, Bob and Samantha, Jim and Linda, Jane and Jack, Eve and Ted and Susan and Frank. Vivian finally pulled the huge wooden front door closed, waving her goodbyes to the last of the departing couples, David and Tamara, just as Linda, the last of the women to reappear on the patio, stepped outside. Dianna joined Vivian in the kitchen as the two women began brewing some strong hot coffee. 

The rest of us settled down in the living room, sitting on the couches that we had moved back into the center of the room. Dee and Viv came out of the kitchen, coffee steaming on the trays they carried. The coffee was rich, and it seemed to work wonders on both my mind and body as I drank it. Ron went out in back and got some more logs for the fire, then poked and shoveled at the dying golden embers in the fireplace; he put one of the fresh logs on the andirons, and within fifteen minutes the fire was once again crackling and hissing loudly, filling the room with walls and ceilings of erratic dancing shadows and an all-enveloping warmth that no mechanical heater could provide. Vivian brought a tray loaded with sandwiches over to where we were sitting, and between the coffee and the food, everyone was once again, relatively speaking, wide awake. 

Dianna and I were sitting on the couch together, my arm around her shoulders. Ron and Viv sat on the love-seat across from us, on the other side of the coffee table. Bob and Samantha had reclined back on the floor, their backs propped up against the frame of the couch; Jim and Linda were also on the floor, on their sides by the table; Jack and Jane were next to them on the floor; the remaining four, Eve and Ted and Susan and Frank, were all by the fire, curled up directly in front of the flames. 

The chattering of the birds outside was growing louder, and the eastern horizon was showing more and more gold and silver tint, and less and less of the inky blackness of the fast retreating night. Dianna was talking primarily with the other women, and every few minutes one or two of them would laugh in response to a remark made by one of the others. We had a second cup of coffee, most of the men taking a second sandwich off the tray. Someone remarked-Ted, I believe it was-as to how wide awake he felt, and everyone then mentioned that they felt the same. Then Jim began talking, recalling how The Group originally came into being. He and Ron had met at a fishing lodge one summer. They got together later when they both had returned home, for a baseball game, and then about three weeks later, this third time also in the company of Vivian and Linda. 

Jim remarked as to how well Vivian and Linda got along, and then Ron added that the next evening Viv had told him that she found herself terribly excited by Jim. During the next couple of weeks, Jim and Ron arranged a two-couple party for the next weekend, and that forth meeting provided the opportunity for the two couples to experience their first shared sexual explorations. After about six months of semimonthly gatherings, the lusty quartet had become convinced that the matchings were perfect, and their relationship evolved and developed into a solid friendship. 

About a year after the first meeting, Ron and Viv had the occasion to meet Ted and Eve. After a discussion with Jim and Linda, the new couple was invited to join the original four. Later, Bill and Barbara were added to the mix. At about this point, the idea of an organized group was considered, and some informal rules, all designed to enhance the experience, were agreed upon, most of them concerning the future admission of additional couples: all would have to be married, all attractive, all understanding and devoted to the concept that the thrills of physical enjoyment were something that should be fostered and enjoyed to the greatest extent possible; and that any applicants would have to be approved unanimously. It was also at this point that the couples started referring to themselves as "The Group." During the next year, three more couples were admitted, and with these couples came the idea of what Ron referred to as the "Admission Ritual." Parties began to be held on a monthly basis and, at the time of admission, each couple was now required to attend at least eight of the parties a year. Ron and Jack both told us that probably after The Group reached a membership of twenty couples, the membership would be considered closed. Not to my surprise, we were told that Dianna and I, as well as Rich and Pam, had weathered the ritual with flying colors, and could consider ourselves members of The Group from here on out. 

I asked Ron about the mansion, and he told me that the members were able to rent it for certain weekends during the year from a couple who spent a great deal of time traveling in Europe. The owners were actually members themselves, and that we would probably meet them at the next party. Actually, Ron elaborated, the owners provided the house rent-free, and were therefore not required, as were the others, to contribute to the expenses. The thought of future parties tickled at my balls, and I could feel a slight stiffening in my cock at the idea of more opportunities to Jose myself in fantasies similar to this evening's. 

The conversation then turned to the party. Jack complimented Dianna on her performance; he had seen the first of the two. Dee blushed her thank you's. Someone else mentioned Tamara and her amazing ability of physical control. I remarked that I had watched her for a few minutes earlier in the eveing during one of the "breaks" out on the patio, and that I had a difficult time forcing myself to believe what I was seeing. The talk went on, and I found myself excited by the recounting of the earlier hours. I noticed that Ron had slipped his hand under the fluffy white material of Vivian's robe, and his hands were casually caressing the woman's great round softness.' Dianna had moved closer against me, and through the thin material of her blouse, her nipples began to stiffen against the fabric. Viv asked if anyone wanted a joint and, at several affirmative murmurs, leaned over to the table to take a couple of the slightly straw-colored cigarettes off the tray. As she leaned over in front of me, her robe parted and her left breast swung free. After she returned to the couch, she made no effort to close her robe, and I began to feel a growing need to take the magnificent soft globes into my mouth. The dope began to take hold and Linda, Jim's hand now running lightly up and down her thigh, began talking about how much she had enjoyed the final hours of the party, when the idea of inhibitions seemed to be as rare and unthinkable as not coming to the party at all. Linda took another joint from the tray, lit it, took a giant hit, and then passed it over to Dianna. Expelling the heavy grey smoke in a thick perfumed stream, she said with a wide, satisfied smile on her lips that at one point she had been on her hands and knees, with Frank in her pussy; she remembered turning her head back over her shoulder just as she and Frank had begun to come, and opening her eyes for a few brief seconds, saw three other men kneeling by her side, waiting patiently for an opportunity to fuck her. The idea of accepting man after man after man seemed to slam into her mind like a rocket, sending,her into a climax that she thought would never cease. Susan asked Dianna how she had enjoyed the Initiation Ritual. 

"I loved it. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. Having an us ending supply of lovers ... I just couldn't believe the feeling. And knowing that so many people were watching me, Jesus. . . Understand, Ben and I, well, he enjoys using me ... or, really, I guess, my body, and my body, well, it enjoys being used. Having Ben telling me to accept the other men . . . and women . . . God, what a fantasy come true." 

"So you'll be back?" Samantha's voice carried an anxious note of hope in its tone. 

"Oh, God, you'd better beleive it," Dianna answered. A slow dreamy smile played at her lips. "God, Sam. . . sometime during the evening. . . God, when was it... I was ... uh ... tasting you, and Ron was inside of my pussy. . . Sam, you were so wet, you move so well. . ." 

The talk was becoming more intimate, and there seemed to be the first hints of a growing sexual tension filling the room. Bob's hand went between Samantha's legs, and she spread them a bit to widen his path. 

"You know," Bob began, first lighting and taking a hit off another joint, "what we should really do-since everyone is agreed that this was probably the best of our partiesis finish off the evening in a really special way. Make it a great ending to a great evening." 

Everyone else in the room, after a few initial moans and groans, voiced enthusiastic support for the idea. The problem was to think of something that could top what had taken place just a few hours before. Several ideas were proposed, all being quickly dismissed as being either anatomically impossible or requiring too much energy. By this time, the discussion had become a game, with even the most weary of us shouting out bizarre sexual groupings and activities through the laughter. 

"I've got it!" announced Jack. He stood up, pacing back and forth in front of the coffee table. He was talking to himself, as if muttering over the sudden idea captured within his head. 

"So . . . we're waiting, Jack . . ." Samantha looked up at him, smiling. We all became silent, eager for him to explain his plan. 

"Oh ... Oh ... I'll need one woman . . ." he turned to face Dianna. "Great, Dianna, only fair, you being one of the newest members . . . Besides, I'll guarantee that you're going to enjoy this, yes ... and, yes ... yes, I'll need an assistant... Sam, yes, yes, you'll do perfectly. . . c'mon, Dee. . ." 

Dianna turned to me, half-laugh and half-smile playing across her mouth; she shrugged her shoulders, stood up and stepped over to where Jack waited. Samanatha disentangled herself from Bob's hands and joined the two. 

"So what's the plan, Jack?" Ron asked. 

"Uh . . . it'll have to be a surprise. You'll just have to be patient." 

"C'mon ... we demand to know!" Vivian's laughing demand was echoed by our protests. Jack held his hand up in mock solemnity. 

"Now, now ... tell you what. Give me twenty minutes, and I'll treat you to a real ending for the party. I guarantee, really. Trust me." 

After a few more pleas, all of which were ignored, Jack took the two women by the hand and guided then out through the door leading down a short hall and then into the dining room/kitchen portion of the great house. As he left the room, he turned-back to us. 

"But ... I must have absolute privacy until I'm ready. I'll be out in about twenty minutes." With that he disappeared into the darkness of the hall, pulling the heavy wooden door closed behind him. 

The rest of us turned back to the fire. Vivian motioned me to sit down next to her and Ron, who were now on the floor directly in front of the fire. I lowered myself to the carpet behind her, Ron to her front. Linda got out another joint and it made several rounds before its tiny remnants were dropped into the large glass ashtray. 

Viv wondered aloud about what Jack had planned. 

"God, my curiosity is killing me,"she said. Her back was to me; she reached back and took my right hand in hers. Spreading apart her thighs, she placed my hand between her shapely legs, up against her pussy. I could feel her warmth through the fabric of the robe. My mind was once again beginning to take on a decided tilt, and thoughts of what Jack and Samantha might be doing to Dianna, and the lust wet softness of the woman next to me, began to force that slightly aching, slighting tingling feeling swirling back around my nuts. 

The door to the hallway opened and Jack popped his head into the living room. 

"Need ten more minutes," he said, smiling, then pulling his head back into the hall, closing the door sharply as he disappeared once again, quickly enough to avoid our new protests. 

Finally, about fifteen minutes later, the door once again swung open. Jack stepped into the living room, a broad smile on his face. 

"Follow me, eef you pleeze," he said, trying with little success but much humor to take on an ersatz French accent. 

We all stood up, anxious to discover Jack's great secret. I helped Vivian to her feet, and with the others joined in a very rag-tag line with Jack at the head. When he was satisfied with our seriousness, he led us out of the living room and down the hall; at the end of which two beautifully carved doors stood closed against our laughing advanced column. When we reached the doors, Jack again held up his hand, bringing us to a bumping, giggling halt. Our leader then turned and took the double knobs in his hands and, giving them a quick strong twist, pushed the doors open. 

A giant crystal chandelier hung dead-center from the intricately carved high wooden ceiling. The light, sparkling blue and gold and green through the hundreds of prisms of the antique fixture, flooded down upon a brilliantly deep-red carpet, framed by four dark-paneled walls. Directly under the chandelier was a long, incredibly long, dining table, its narrow length stretching almost the entire length of the room. At each end of the table stood two twisting, matching silver can-delabras, each one holding six tall, white flame-tipped candles. The surface of the table was covered with a brilliantly white starched and creased tkblecloth. 

Jack stood off to the side and with a bow and a sweeping motion of his left hand, he ushered us into the room. We took about two steps in and stopped dead in our tracks. We stood across the room from the table, directly at its center. 

I could literally feel my eyes widen as I understood what I was seeing. I knew that I heard a loud collective gasp from those around me. 

Directly across from us on the other side of the table stood Samantha. She had found an old-fashioned chef's hat somewhere, and except for the tall white cap and her smile, she was naked. Stretched out on her back in front of Sam lay Dianna. Also naked, she was on her back, in the center of the table, between the two candelabras. Slowly, we approached the table. 

Dianna's magnificent round breasts were covered with a thick white covering of whipped cream. At the top of each of her lovely mounds peeked a cherry-red monument marking her hidden nipples. A trail of cream led down between Dee's breasts over her belly, ending at the peak of her mound. Jack The Chef had placed chocolate mints, round and thin, between the lips of Dianna's pussy, standing them on their narrow sides like a curving row of black soft coins. At the entrance to her pussy was a puff of whipped cream, studded with another large red cherry. Dianna's ass was propped up on a cushion, and she held her thighs open. At the crest of her ass was a second puff of the sweet white cream, this one studded with a huge, perfectly shaped strawberry. Dianna's eyes were open, and she watched us for our reactions. As I moved closer to the table along with the others, the details of the feast grew more and more apparent. Tiny chocolate chips had been scattered into the white creamy froth passing betweenthe white fluffed mountains of her breasts. Samantha reached over Dee's thighs and then her slender fingers reached into the cream and pulled open the lips of Dianna's cunt. Again, a collective gasp arose as another of Jack and Samantha's surprises was revealed. The rounded tops of several of the grapes with which Jack had filled Dianna's pussy glimpsed out at us through the cream. Still holding Dianna open and exposed, Sam looked up at us. Her smiled sparkled with the struggle of an all-butirrepressible giggle. 

"Looks delicious, doesn't she?" Samantha asked us. 

"Jesus," I heard someone behind me murmur. 

As if in a trance, we stepped forward, forming a semi-circle around the table and the fantasy feast prepared so lovingly by our chef. Viv, who was standing even with Dianna's shoulders, reached down to Dianna's breasts, scooping up a white fluff of cream with her fingertips. Bob lowered his tongue to the chocolate-chip-sprekled trail of cream, and began wetly tracing the path down across her belly. Dianna closed her eyes, whispering something softly that no one but her could hear. Eve bent over Dianna's tender thighs and began licking the creamy puff off the curve of her mound as Samantha, ever the helpful one, held her thighs apart. Ted was licking at Dee's other breast, his face pressing gently into the soft white of the cream, smearing the stuff all over his face as he pressed into Dianna. Jane's mouth had found Dianna's, and their tongues played together, one teasing the other. Frank had gone around behind the table and, standing behind the Chef's Assistant, Samantha, was moving his hand over and around the cheeks of her ass, teasing at the crest, then teasing again down farther between the lips of her cunt. She bent over slightly in response to his touch, spreading her thighs apart, inviting him to examine her further. Jane, standing beside and admiring her husband's handiwork, had reached over to me, unzipping my pants and then, turning to face me, her fingers moved quickly as she pulled my trousers down to the floor. My cock sprang out stiffly as she freed it, amazing me with its renewed vigor. I stepped out of my pants, and then I stripped Jane out of her few bits of clothing. We both turned back to the table, Jane standing directly in front of me, her behind pressing backwards against my prick. I lowered myself, thrusting my cock between her legs, up against the opening wet lips of her pussy. She squirmed down a bit against my shaft, rubbing herself over my hardness. 

By this time, Dianna was smeared with the cream, hands and mouths sliding over her slippery, sticky body. She was writhing in rhythm to those touching and pawing her, moaning softly. Eve had licked away most of the cream covering her snatch and, with her talented tongue, was now engaged in mouthing all of the grapes that filled Dianna's gaping cunt. I noticed the lips of Dee's pussy trembling in the first tentative convulsions of her orgasm; a grape, its smooth rounded surface gleaming with the glistening of Dianna's juices, sparkled with the oils. Bob had reached into Dianna, and with his fingers vying for room with Eve's searching grabbing tongue, plucked a grape from her stuffed center and brought it to his mouth. It disappeared between his lips. 

"You taste good, Dianna ... the perfect dessert . . . My compliments to the Chef and to his beautiful Assistant. Truly an idea well worth waiting for." 

Eve's mouth was now mashed down against Dianna's pussy, her tongue snaking in and around the slick round pearls of grapes, the tongue and the unfamiliar fullness driving Dianna into a frenzy. Other tongues played and sucked at her now-exposed nipples. Samantha continued to hold Dianna's legs open, letting all of us sample the tasty creamy treats. Bob had reached under her, pushing his hand through the puff of cream guarding the crest of her ass, and was inserting a now-slippery digit up into her dark tightness. 

Jane turned her head back over her shoulder. She stood between the table and me. I had lifted up her dress and gathered it around her waist. She wore no panties; her eyes found mine. Her hand continued its gentle, slow sliding over Dianna's shaking breasts. 

"Fuck me," she whispered, "fuck me while I taste Dianna." 

Moving forward a few inches, she lowered her head between Dianna's thighs. Dee watched as she moved, spreading her legs open, arching up a few inches. Jane pressed her mouth gently against Dianna's gash. Dee closed her eyes and moaned softly as Jane traced her tongue between the lips of her pussy. Jane began licking at the cream still smeared over Dee's mound; Dianna responded to the woman's touch, holding herself up off the table, her hips rotating in a slow circular motion. Jane licked and lapped at the cream and Dianna's own slippery juices, until finally she plunged her mouth down deep in Dianna's cunt, her tongue wrapping around the smooth round shape of the grapes, plucking them from Dianna's now-gaping pussy one at a time, taking most of them into her mouth, some falling from Dianna to the surface of the table. 

Eve had climbed up onto the table and, now naked, straddled Dianna, her sweet snatch directly above Dianna's mouth. Slowly, Eve eased herself down onto Dianna's waiting, hungry mouth. Eve, her eyes closed, began whimpering softly as she squatted down, Dianna's tongue impaling her, drinking in the glistening amber juices of her excitement that by now were slowly seeping out from between the lips of her cunt. Eve leaned forward then, balancing herself on her knees, and reached back around her waist to pull herself open. 

I reached out and, as Jane kept munching on Dianna's cunt, forced the willowy blonde to bend farther over. Moving closer to her, I guided my cock down between her legs and then up into her lovely, accepting cunt. Jane gasped as I slipped up into her, then shifted her weight a bit, spreading her legs wider, inviting me in. Her crotch was wet and hot, and immediately I could feel my own excitement swirling, growing heavy between my legs, the pressure of my anticipation building swiftly. I reached around Jane, grabbing at her bosom. I began a thrusting motion, slow and constant and deep, keeping rhythm with my probings 

to my lover's increasingly urgent bucking. 

"Oh... yes... yes... feels so good. . . yes, in and out... Dianna. . . you taste so... good . . . delicious. . . fuck me... fuck me... fuck me ... fuck me ... Ben, fuck me while I fuck Dianna... fuck me . . ." 

Jane's pleadings were breathless and gasping; the warm slippery flesh of her box felt as if it were sucking on my cock, trying to pull my tide of scum from the depths of my balls. 

Bob moved to the table, and quickly he replaced the tongues that had been eating Dianna's pussy. He, too, began sucking out the grapes, until finally he had removed all of the little round pearls. But for the tongues and fingers lapping at her, Dianna was empty. Dee was moaning loudly now, her eyes closed, her tongue still exploring Eve as she balanced on the precipice of her release. Eve stiffened, a guttural whisper escaping from within her; she clenched her teeth, her eyes squeezed shut. Dianna bucked once, and then again, and then, with a sharp jerking movement, she joined Eve as they floated out into the deep rushing space of their shared climax. Bob climbed up on the table, positioning himself between 

Dianna's wide-open thighs. His dick was straining out from his body like a flag pole, the flared purple head ready with the straining pressure of its own anticipation. My cock still locked within Jane's wet soft grasp, I watched as Bob lowered himself down between Dianna's legs. Dee whispered something I couldn't hear as Bob slid his prick up between the lips of her pussy and into her lush, waiting love-hole. Arching up, she accepted the full length of his shaft, and soon the two were moving together, up and down, Bob thrusting and probing into Dianna, Dee sliding herself up and down the hard slippery stalk of his cock. 

Jane's mouth had discovered Dianna's nipples, and as I rode her, she pressed her head into the great softness of Dianna's trembling breasts, her tongue flicking out at her nipples, teasing the hard red rosettes. Samantha still stood across from us on the other side of the table. Ron had moved behind her and, as Sam licked and sucked Dianna's body, Ron drove his cock up between Sam's legs, forcing her to bend farther and farther over until he had plunged his pecker into her up to its soft, fleshy hilt. Frank's hands grabbed at Jane's breasts as I probed her; his fingers held the hard redness of her nipples between his lips, and he squeezed at them as I rode her until finally, suddenly still, she turned her head back over her shoulder. 

"Now . . . Ben . . . please now . . . now . . . fuck me ... now fuck me now . . . fill me now... I want your cum . . ." 

Just as Bob began pumping jizz into Dianna, joining her in her cosmic celebration, my cock exploded, showering my seed up into Jane's cunt. She pushed back against me, then began bucking violently, lost in the dizzying tumbling fall of her own wet climax. My jizz spurted out into her cunt in great jerking thrusts, filling her. Ron had forced Samantha down to the floor, still on the other side of the table, driving his cock down into her waiting, open pussy. Samantha was already coming as Frank drove his shaft into her, groaning loudly, arching her ass up off the floor, her crotch accepting his offering with a steamy, anxious enthusiasm. Jim and Linda were on the floor next to them. Jim's huge dick extended out over Sam's shaking breasts, Linda reached between his legs, taking his prick into her hand; gently, she guided the head between Sam's breasts, rubbing his stiffness against her giving round softness. Just as Ron exploded into Sam, Jim's cock spurted out over Samantha's breasts, great wet strings of Jim's cum lacing over Sam's great soft mounds. 

Jane was still trapped in the tender prison of her orgasm, bucking and squatting back against me, her cunt drinking in my semen like a thirsty man sucking a never-ending stream of ice-cold water. Eve had been pulled off the table by Ted, and, on the rug on her hands and knees, was mounted from behind by him. Susan had moved over to Jim, and he turned from Samantha, his cock still spurting out its white opaque streamers of juice as he moved, driving his cock down into Susan as she broke into her climax, her low husky voice, now throatier than ever, whispering her demands as he filled her. 

Minutes passed; lovers moved from lovers to other lovers. I had sated myself on Jane and moved on to Eve; I kept her on her hands and knees, and, with Frank pulling open the cheeks of her ass, I entered into her tight dark vault; she whimpered as I drove into her, and, with Frank watching, came again, this time my cum spraying down into the glorious tight tunnel of her anus. Ron had mounted Dianna, who had remained on her back in the middle of the table. Dee took all of him, and soon his hot wad, shooting out into Dianna's cunt, was mingling with the warm sticky release of her other lovers. Turning directly to my right, I watched as Jack took Vivian, his thick hard plank spilling out into her as she rode him. 

More minutes passed. The whipped cream that had been spread over and into Dianna's body now covered everone and everything. The room was heavy with the musky perfume of the women's excitement. The music from the living room had been replaced with the loud throaty whispers of the lovers as they struggled through their orgasms, the pairings constantly changing and changing and then changing again until it seemed that suddenly everyone was on the floor in front of the table in one great sticky, trembling fleshy pile, no one conscious of anything other than the immediate demands of his or her own straining bod. 

I felt someone move against me and I opened my eyes. Vivian, oblivious to everything as she slept, had swung her leg over my shoulder. I turned my head to the far side of the room. Streams of bright morning sun were showering through the tall windowed French doors, inundating the room. Another movement behind me. Frank had extracted his body from the pile of arms and legs and had pulled himself up into a sitting position. He was looking down at the still-sleeping pile of bodies in front of him; he looked up at me, winked, and then began searching the nearby chairs and couches for his clothing. More eyes opened, until finally all had roused themselves from their sleep, straining through the heavy grey curtain of their fatigue as they pulled themselves back into the real waking world. 

The drive back home seemed to take an eternity. My thighs and arms ached with a weariness I had never known, and Dianna had fallen back into her sleep by the time we had driven two miles. Visions of the realities I had experienced but a few hours before drifted through my mind, and I found that I had difficulty in placingMhe separate events of the night before in any rational chronological order. 

Dianna whispered something in her sleep; I glanced over to her as she half-reclined on the seat next to me. The traces of an unconscious smile played at her lips as she slept. 

Expectations of her next adventure? I would have bet on it. 

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BOOK II 

Holiday On Vice By Kipp Ersnack 

Chapter One 

"You mean, your sister wants a good fucking, too?" Matt Dodson asked. 

"You don't have to be so crude," Lauren Lohman answered dryly. "She's out in the car. You want her to come in?" 

At first this arrangement had been a terrific idea. She had seen it used once in a college play. Girl meets sexy man; they agree to meet at a certain place on a certain date for a day or two of furious fucking; then everybody goes home. And both remain anonymous, using false names; just two married people getting it on the side. But she had never dreamed the guy would be so old. But Matt didn't look fifty-eight, no way! She was now twenty-four. Ridiculous! 

But in that little bar at Huntingdon Beach she'd been so attracted to him that she had made the decision, the first pass. Both wore wedding bands, both knew it would be just a fun date. Armed with two martinis, she had let herself be talked into going with him to a motel. 

There she had learned what a real man could do for her. She had received a short course in sexual pleasure so fantastically wonderful she'd had trouble believing it. He had climaxed her more than twenty times, and with her thirty-eight-year-old husband Jed she'd been lucky to make it twice before he blew his semen in her. 

She had walked around in a daze for days. She had haunted the lounge until he finally showed up again. And after another whole afternoon of almost steady sex they had made the pact. They would meet once a month. 

This had been going on for more than a year now. They met in a small cottage he apparently owned down near Laguna Beach. It was off the highway, in a grove of scrub pines, hidden from the traffic. Two bedrooms, two Johns, fairly modern. It appeared he brought his wife here now and then. 

"Sure, have her come in," he said, frowning. "But she could blow this whole thing." 

" Janni and I have always been very close, Matt. I mean, no secrets of any kind. She won't give it away, honest! You think I'd screw up a wonderful thing like this?" 

He grinned, sliding his arms around her waist, and her clit was already stinging. They'd have a whole weekend. He squeezed her ass, cuddled by tight Levi pants. She arched her bra-less tits at his chest, and a sweet hot shudder passed through her whole body. What an animal he was! 

"You know you can handle two girls, honey," she breathed. "I told Janni all about you. She goes for sophisticated men, too-and she's prettier than me." 

"Impossible," he murmured into her thick blonde hair. His mouth took hers, his right hand went to her boobs, and he gave her the kind of kiss she craved. Lots of tongue and tittie play. He always pressed her boobs or her ass or her pussy when their mouths met-unless they were in public. He was, above all, a gentleman. Finally, their lips came unfastened. 

"And don't get the wrong idea about Janni and me-we're not lezzies. Incest is out." 

"Did I say a word?" he grinned, opening her shirt and toying expertly with her naked tits. 

"Noooo. God, that's wonderful!" 

He drew back. "Well, bring her in here and lay the ground rules. You're excited about this, aren't you?" 

"Yes!"she sighed, shivering. "You see, when she and I were real young we said we would both marry the same guy. We were always getting crushes on the same kid. We were always close. When guys took us out, we told each other everything." 

"So you married and it didn't turn out well," he said. 

"You should know, honey," she answered. "He still doesn't know shit about sex, and we even have a good business and-" He put a finger to her lips. "I don't want to know about that. Is Janni married, too?" 

"No, she's single. She takes modeling at UCLA. Wait'll you see her, stud!" 

"You know what fresh young pussy does to me," he chuckled, back on her titties again. Her nipples were already stiff, her panties were juicy. On several previous dates he had rushed her into the nearest bedroom and stripped her clothes off before they had hardly said 'hello.' 

Times like that, when he snugged that big thick cock into her eager, wet cunt, she went off almost instantly. He said it was only a niner, but she knew damn well he had at least ten inches. It was as thick as her wrist. But the real secret 6f his huge success was that he could fuck for just hours and not go off. 

He said he had learned how to satisfy a woman somewhere in the Orient. There was even a name for the art, but she could care less about that. His hands and mouth were sheer magic; he seemed to know every tender zone on and in a girl's body. 

"I guess I can wait a while," she giggled, moving away to the cottage door. She put her hand out and waved to Janni. Her sister came leggily out of her car, wiggled up the trail, smiling, her cute titties swaying inside her shirt. She was a virginvery unusual for a foldout-pretty blonde with those long, long model's legs. Let Matt find out for himself! 

Janni came breezily inside. She looked at Matt, and the expression on her beautiful face was exactly what Lauren had expected-they always went for the same man. 

"Well, Matt, you are something!" Janni said, her eyes flicking to his basket. "Lauren's told me so much, it's like I already know you." 

"Good," he smiled. "I'm very lucky. Your sexy sister said you had it, and you do." 

"Wow, isn't this something, honey," she giggled, looking at Lauren. "It's finally going to happen!" 

Lauren laughed. "Yes, and I can hardly wait." 

"Well, why don't you two find a bed and get a little, huh?" Janni giggled. "I can tell you're ready, Sis." 

Lauren shuddered. God! We've talked a hundred times about sharing a real man. We watch each other masturbate, we've done that for years, having our fun together without touching. But this is gonna be SOMETHING ELSE! 

She and her sister had another purpose in being here together-they were determined to find out who he was. Such a distinguished-looking man, with his sophisticated manners, had to be a wheel of some sort. Was he really married, or was that ring just a sham? 

And their ultimate purpose was simple: one sister would marry him, the other would live in the same house. This once-amonth stuff was driving Lauren crazy. She wanted him all the time. She was ready to divorce Jed instantly. 

True, they had a nice going business, a drugstore. Jed was a druggist, quite successful, but he was a washout in bed. Just how bad he was had not 

struck home until her first illuminating date with Matt. She simply hadn't lived before. 

Matt had put color and verve in her life. She became much happier and more vibrant, and of course Janni, who had an apartment not far from the Lohman home in Anaheim, had seen the change in Lauren instantly. And since they shared everything, they had shared the secret. 

"Do you want to watch us, honey?" Lauren asked her sister. 

"I'd love to!" Janni bubbled. "That would really turn me on." 

"You fox!" Lauren giggled, trembling. "Is it okay with you, Matt?" 

"Are you kidding?" Matt grinned. "Let's go." 

Janni felt a weakness in her legs as she followed Lauren and Matt into the nearest bedroom. The girls hadn't even brought in their travel cases. Lauren was so hot her eyes were glazed, and her unbuttoned shirt revealed where his hands had been playing. 

Matt had an enormous lump in his pants. Janni could hardly understand her emotions. Since she was eleven, guys had been trying to make it with her, and while some had been fun and a few had been handsome, not one had made her feel like this. And Matt was almost three times her age! 

The girls' father had died young on a construction project, and their mother had remarried about the time the sisters struck out on their own. But this just couldn't be a 'father image' fascination. For her it was mostly what Lauren had said about him, and her sister had told her everything. 

Janni was not going to the University this year; she just didn't have the money. So she was working in a big departmentstore at Anaheim, and modeling on the side. She adored being with,her sister as often as possible, but she hated Jed. He looked at her like a piece of meat. He was an asshole. 

The sisters still got together for their 'finger fun,' usually at Janni's apartment. It had started when Janni was twelve, after Lauren had caught her playing with herself in the bathtub. From then on they had it 'together,' watching each other, trying to see who could come first. 

One rigid rule was followed, however. They never touched each other in a sexual way. Watching was exciting enough. And talking dirty. Anybody who thought 'nice' girls didn't know all the erotic expressions, the fuck words, was up the wrong tree. 

Inside the bedroom, Lauren and Matt began tossing clothes. Janni had never seen her sister undress so fast! It was a neat room, with a king-sized bed, connecting bath, and deep blue carpeting. Someone must have cleaned the place recently. As Lauren jerked back the covers, Janni noticed deep blue satin sheets and pillowcases. 

Matt had a remarkable build for a man his age. He was well-tanned, and his belly was flat. He had iron-gray hair on his head and around his outfit, and ohhh, what a cock! So cool about it all, too. Assured, smooth. 

Lauren slid down on the bed, pushed a pillow beneath her pretty ass, angled her legs away out and writhed her hips. Her pussy was juiced and puffy, and she was giggling like a schoolgirl. Matt climbed on the bed, resting on his knees between her thighs, and started caressing her legs and ass. 

It was almost like Janni was not even in the room. They were totally absorbed in their preparations, and since the sisters had seen each other naked hundreds of times, Lauren showed no embarrassment. Surely he had been with two girls before; women had been chasing him all his life. 

"Get undressed, Sis," Lauren giggled. "You can't have any fun that way." 

Janni shuddered, removed her shirt, unfastened her Levi fashion pants, and kicked off her heels. Matt had his play hand on Lauren's pussy, his middle finger inside, and her expression of rapt involvement as she molded her own tits shot darts of need through Janni's bod. Lauren had never looked so beautiful! 

Matt's huge, dark, thick penis looked a foot long! It was almost scary. The foreskin was taut around* the upper swell of his glans, and wetness glistened on it. He stroked his finger slowly in and out, in and out, and Lauren began to whimper, her flushed face twisting with lust. 

When the girls masturbated, they never pushed anything inside their cunts. Even when they'd been virgins. That vaginal passage was 'cock country.' Besides, the clit was where it was at, and both had rather prominent 'little-girl pricks.' 

Janni's titties were not as large as her sister's. They were more coned, and Lauren called them 'cute.' Janni was leggier, two inches taller, shoulders a bit wider, hips slightly narrower, all of which made her more popular for modeling. Lauren had modeled some, too, before marrying Jed. But he didn't want his young wife displaying herself in front of what he called "a bunch of lesbic old broads and their queer spouses." 

Jed liked to sprinkle his conversation with long words, which were supposed to make him appear more 'educated.' But at college he had almost flunked English. The dumb prick. Lauren said his cock was barely five inches long. But he did know the drug business and merchandising. 

"Ohh, Matt!" Lauren cried, her face contorting. 

"Come, baby, come hard!" he urged, stroking his finger faster. Her hands squeezed her breasts very firmly. Her coral nipples stiffened, her pretty thighs trembled-and she had her goodies. 

As often as Janni had watched her sister climax, this was a whole new dimension. She was coming harder. Her hips buckedjier head tossed from side to side, and a fierce mewling sound came from her throat. His finger-plunges slowed, she softened, her legs dropped, and an expression of sheer delight and satisfaction touched her sensitive features. 

"Oh, God, that was beautiful, honey!" She breathed unevenly, staring up at him like he was Man personified. 

"You're improving," he smiled. 

"Devil!" she giggled cozily. "I come with everything I've got." 

Janni dropped into a chair, her legs weak. She still wore her sheer black mini-bikini pantiesnothing else. She was almost afraid to show her pussy; it was swollen and her panty crotch was sopped. Her nipples were as tumid as if she were starting into an orgasm! Her clit ached. 

She hated to masturbate in front of them, and if she ran into the Johnnie, they would know she was using her fingers. She was caught between a rock and a hard place. She could not remember when she had been so frantic for her good stuff. 

"Get it over here, honey," Lauren giggled, looking fondly at Janni. "Extra pillows in the closet. He wants you to have your goodies." 

Janni nodded, movingin a kind of trance. She brought two fat pillows to the bed, crawled down at her sister's left, fit a pillow beneath her ass, finally remembering to skin out of her panties. As she swung her long legs apart, Matt assumed a pose between them-but he didn't touch her pussy right away. 

He came forward, shoulders high, and kissed her on the mouth. She whined, drove her tongue up into his mouth and angled her legs back sharply. Her steaming cunt touched the underswell of his cock and, shaking with need, she wound her legs across his ass. He was going to fuck her! His chest brushed her nipples, he pumped his tongue swiftly into her mouth. She tried to find his cockhead with her pussy-and missed! 

She had never cheated her boyfriends entirely. If they were smooth enough and good-looking enough, she let them fondle her titties, her legs; and if they were really hot, she jacked out the load, making sure it didn't splash on her crotch. She had her fun later at home. 

With Matt there was no problem. Lauren had assured her he'd been sterilized years before. Now she was dying for his cock, and he was not even trying to put it in! But she was coming anyway, having her goodies with her pussy jiggling up against the root of his prick. 

She squealed as the honeyed pangs of her orgasm raked her loins. Just as he mashed his weight down on her, his cock squeezed against her belly, her titties arched up to his chest. Panting and whimpering, she seized him around the neck while the searing juices poured from her clit. 

"Ohhhh, oh, oh, ohhhh!" she gasped, softening. The after-pangs were almost painful. She had waited so long for it! 

He kissed her throat, rolling his chest at her tits. Her legs sagged to the bed, a luscious weakness touched her body, her senses. If only he would get his cock in her now! 

"Very nice," he murmured. 

"Why didn't you just go ahead and fuck me?" she breathed. 

He laughed softly and rolled away from her. Lauren had already made room for him. His left hand cupped Jannii pussy, his right settled down on Laurent. 

"Honey," Lauren giggled, looking over at Janni, "sometimes he doesn't get it in me for hours. I told you." 

"And I didn't believe it!" Janni laughed. 

"Believe it," Lauren cooed, reaching over to caress his big, hard cock. "When you do get it, you'll flip clear out!" 

ThatS his secret, Janni thought. Sis told me. I still have trouble with it. He wants to see how many times a girl am come. His pleasure is in pleasing THEM. It's the most wonderful and unselfish thing I ever heard of. 

"You've had two girls in bed before, haven't you?" Janni asked, snuggling up close. 

"Sis, one thing we don't do is ask questions," Lauren said. "I'm sure he% seen about everything to do with sex. 'Nfe're here to enjoy." 

"Okay!" Janni giggled. Which one of us has fun next?" 

"You," Lauren answered. "I should bring in the luggage and food." She slipped off the bed and wiggled into the bathroom. Matt turned to Janni, she reached for his cock, and his play-finger slid juicily into her cunt. He stopped, exploring her flesh. 

"I'll be damned," he said. 

"Surprise!" Janni exclaimed. "You get to tear it." 

"In this day and age, incredible," he chuckled. Oh, he was pleased, his cock tensed. "Such a young, long-legged, sexy Fox. This Is Going To Be A Special Weekend." Chapter Two 

Lauren brought in the travel cases from Janni's Pinto, then went back out and headed for Matt's Camaro. A screen of brush hid part of his car from the cottage, but her heart thumped almost painfully. This was the first time she had attempted to break their trust, their pact. But she had to know. Her girlish curiosity was overwhelming her. 

Bringing Janni along had provided the opportunity. He would know by now she still had her cherry, and surely he wouldn't be peeking out of the bedroom window. It was fully draped, but it did face the driveway. 

Carefully she opened the right door of the Camaro, fumbled inside the glove compartment. A car rental agreement from Hertz. Nothing else. Damn it! She was sure his wallet, if she ever dared look inside it, would be equally anonymous. She closed the car door carefully, moved back to the Pinto and memorized the Camaro license number. 

There would be a record of who had rented the rig, but his faked name was on the car agreement, too. He certainly had not used a credit card! Probably cash. She hurried back inside, removed her shirt and pants, and returned to the bedroom. 

She trembled, staring at the bed. Matt had Janni spread out, he was nibbling her pussy, hands gripping her ass. Janni hardly looked over. She was glassy-eyed, her hands holding her pretty pear-shaped titties. 

He had been the first person ever to eat Lauren. She had no idea how other men, or girls, did itbut God, he made it a trip to paradise! He sipped and teased, played and teased, until she almost lost her mind. He would inch her voluptuously toward her peak, and right before she hit it, he would back away, creating such heady thrills in her clit and loins that she would plead for a finish. 

He had taught her things about her cunt she had never known herself. Her urethra, for one thing. The bladder opening was wonderfully tender, almost as sensitive as her clit. Having both titillated at the same time was sweetly erotic. 

Areas of her waist and back were erogenous. He had made her ass and inner thighs more responsive. And in one year her breasts had become larger, shapelier and twice as excitable. How he could play and kiss and suck them! 

She had passed as much of this information as she could along to Janni without touching her. Their finger-fun 'trips' had become more stimulating and satisfying. Both had realized that another girl could perform most of these 'surface' thrills, and they had discussed lesbianism. 

They agreed that if they did try it, the girl would have to appeal strongly to them. They would have to trust her implicitly, and share the pleasures. The sisters often felt as though they were identical twins, still joined by an invisible umbilical cord. It was almost uncanny. 

Janni had been propositioned several times; girls were extremely clever about it. Lauren had been asked only once-by a good-looking saleslady who traveled for a drug company. Janni said a lot of the co-eds were fucking each other. 

"Ohhh-ohhh!" Janni cried, her long legs shaking. "Please, Matt!" 

Lauren shuddered, sliding out of the clothes she'd put on to bring in the luggage. . . . 

This is almost torture! Janni thought hazily. / love it, love it-but I gotta come! I just never realized how good this could be! Lauren and I drag it out to make the fun last, but this is fantastic! 

His finger was inside her cunt, teasing her urethra, a thing he had taught Lauren, which the sisters now used in their 'fun times' together. But when he did it while he gently lipped her flaming clitoris, the sensations were heavenly! 

She was aware that her sister had returned to the bedroom, staring wide-eyed at the bed, her pussy still expanded, her breasts swollen, face flushed. She'd been considerate enough to let him have Janni alone for a while, but it was not really necessary. Both wanted to be in on it! 

Janni was coming now! He had prolonged her thrills as long as possible, although she sensed that he would do it better when she'd had more experience. Yes, yes, she was gonna break her fun! Lordy, lordy-ohhhhhhh. . . . 

Lauren had heard her sister cry out sharply while she'd been involved with her car search, but this one was going to be a real pussy twister! Janni's long legs went farther apart, her titties arched high, her face contorted, her hands pressed her cute boobs very tightly, and she uttered a harsh, shrill cry of erotic delight. 

The vivid shakes of her body, her uphunches, the toss of her head on the pillow, said it all. Lauren had never seen her sister go off so dramatically, so thoroughly! The vision was always beautiful, but now it shook Lauren to the core of her being. She wanted to grab her cunt and join in! 

"Ohhh, oh, ohhhh!" Janni whimpered, finishing her climax, quieting, the expression on her pretty face one of intense gratification. She shivered, her legs jerked a few more times, and she went limp. 

Matt lifted his pussy-wet mouth from Janni's cunt, drew his finger out of it, and sat back on his heels, still between Janni's thighs. His tongue ran across his lips, a thing he always did after he ate Lauren. He loved the taste of cunt. 

"I think maybe you need one now," he smiled, looking at Lauren. He ran his tongue out and grinned. 

"Oh, do I!" Lauren breathed, almost leaping on the bed. 

"How about some cock this time?" he said. 

"Already?" she giggled, her heart pounding. "You know how I adore that!" 

She positioned herself swiftly, pillow beneath her ass, and he crawled over between her legs until his huge cock was just inches from her steaming, dripping, hungry cunt. She knew exactly what to do next. 

Her right hand went to her clit, and she began to fondle gently around her little stiff girlie-cock. Still braced on hands and knees, he kissed her tingling nipples, drawing them far up in his mouth, letting them out again, one at a time, while she inched the thrills from her stinging cunt. 

The first time he'd asked her to play with herself in front of him she had almost refused. She'd never heard of such a thing! What she and Janni did secretly was no man's business! But she had yielded, and what voluptuous rewards. . . . 

Janni watched, fascinated. When Lauren had first told her about this, she had doubted it. Was he some kind of weirdo? Why should a girl masturbate when she could do that at home, all by herself? She'd never admitted to any of her dates that she even touched herself. 

Now she believed! Lauren was,turning on real fast, her face was twisting already, her fingers moved faster around her clit, her hips arched upward, as if searching for his huge cockhead. And she was! 

Suddenly she moaned, nodded her head, and Matt lifted his shoulders. He slanted above her, his swollen knob sliding into Lauren's cunt! She tickled her clit a little more, her hand drew back, and his big dark prick drove all the way in. 

"OHHHHH, OHHH-God!" Lauren shouted, her entire body jerking as she seemed to writhe on his prick like a worm stuck with a pin. The nuances of her orgasm seemed to last and last! He didn't stroke, he just kept his cock socked home. 

Lauren was coming again! No climax could endure that many seconds. Another cry as she up-hunched, her fingers digging at his shoulders, her head flipping from side to side in a paroxysm of violent emotion. Slowly the passion ebbed, her legs dropped, he sank down on her, mashing her to the bed, kissing her throat. . . . 

God! Lauren thought, mistily. / never had it so big and good! One right after the other! Having Janni here must have done it. My inner cunt moved, something happened way inside that never happened before! I think I'm about to find out what a total pelvic orgasm really is! 

While the heavenly little after-twinges balmed her achy nerves, she remembered some of the things he'd told her on various weekend dates here. That she hadn't reached her full potential as a lover . .. that someday she would know a deeper kind of erotic response . . . that her cunt would spasm around his cock or finger. 

She and Janni, when they talked it over later, simply didn't believe it. A climax was a climax, wasn't it? They'd been getting their goodies for years. After all, the clitoris was simply the feminine counterpart of the penis, and that was where .a man's sensations were, especially when he spurted. 

They didn't even talk about Jed's quick fiveminute fucks. All he cared about was unloading in Lauren's cunt as swiftly as possible, which he seemed to feel proved what a 'man' he was. Matt seemed to belong to a whole different species of male. 

A few times he had admitted that he had learned much in the Orient, and stated that the average American male didn't know shit about pleasing a girl. That was the key to his charm. Giving instead of greedily taking. 

Girls were built to be loved, fondled, stroked, flattered and thoroughly fucked. And how many really got it? 

"Oh, Matt!"she breathed, still trembling inside, feeling cozy and wanted. "It was never like this!" 

He kissed her and lifted up, drawing his dreamy big cock out of her drippy, puffy cunt. He sat back on his heels again, peeled his foreskin down over his glans. What a lovely huge wand of joy it was! 

"I told you, Lauren. One of these times." 

"I might as well say it. I've told Janni everything-and she didn't believe it, either." 

Janni sat up, a towel against her pussy. "Lauren, honey, you mean you went off inside, real deep?" 

"Ohhhh, and how!" 

"Jeeeese!" Janni exclaimed. "If I had it any better than the last one I'd faint!" 

"Give yourself time," Lauren laughed. "You're younger than me, and he's been working on me for a whole year." 

"Just once a month, though," Matt grinned. 

"Why the hell don't they teach this at college?" Janni asked. "I feel so stupid about sex." 

"When you get his cock in you, you'll change your mind, honey," Lauren said. 

"Well, when do I get it?" Janni asked, sinking back on the bed, the towel gone, her pussy tipped up. 

He reached over and patted her cunt. "What about right now, Long Legs?" 

"Oh, Lordy, yes!" she breathed, watching his fingers on her pussy. "I never really craved it until today!" 

"You get on top," he grinned. 

Lauren scooted over and he sank down on his back. Janni quickly climbed over him, as she had earlier, her cheeks deeply flushed, her blue eyes glowing excitedly. 

"You want me to leave, honey?" Lauren asked her sister. 

"No! We know we enjoy everything better when we're both in on it. When we're together, we both come better!" 

Lauren shuddered, not so much with envy as with a growing fear that they had crossed the bridge of incest many years ago when they had started watching each other masturbate. Well, the only aftermath of sisterly incest would be emotional-they certainly couldn't get knocked up! 

Maybe we should go the whole way! Lauren thought. Even Matt doesn 't quite believe we are as close as we are, in every way except making out. . . . 

Matt Dobson grinned, watching limber-assed young Janni straddle him, hungry for her first prick. He had really doubted Lauren's story that Janni had her cherry-but feeling was believing. The dainty membrane was there. 

It was amusing the way Lauren had explained about herself and Janni-that they were not into incest, that they went only so far with their sisterly sex games. He didn't give a shit one way or another. They might just as well go ahead and enjoy physical contact. Stateside chicks were so damned juvenile. 

He'd been born and raised in Hong Kong. His parents had been English. He had absorbed the Oriental outlook on fucking almost before he began jacking off. He spoke most of the southern Chinese dialects, and he knew French. His father had made millions in the export business, back when just one million was almost a fortune. 

One of his father's good-looking maids had introduced him to sex at the age of eighteen. The maid's cunt was very snug around him. She had tempered his swift urge to go off by showing him how delicious it was to wait, to delay the male climax until she had her pleasure. 

But he had not inherited his father's business acumen. He had dawdled and fucked his way through a huge inheritance, and while in college in the states, before all of his money was gone, he had found his career; fucking rich women for money and a life of leisure. 

All his life women had looked at him and then looked again. He was a Tom Jones with a college education. Cunts leered at him and started getting the feminine equivalent of a hard-on. He picked only the choicest, naturally. 

His current bankroll was Stella Fordham, an immensely wealthy widow who owned a big electronics firm in L.A. At forty-two she could still pass for thirty, and there was no problem in keeping her purring. She wanted prick only about twice a month, but mainly she wanted a handsome man she could show off to her rich-bitch friends and watch them squirm with envy. 

Between cock fucks she humped her 'social secretary,' a beautiful leggy mulatto who could almost pass for white. Her bedroom in the Beverly Hills mansion was right next to Stella's. 

Matt's bedroom was at the end of the hall, presumably so he would not hear Stella and Rona Hall having their goodies-because both of them made a lot of noise. He had listened in a few times. He had permission to fuck any of the hired help, including the girl who drove Stella's big Rolls-Royce limousine, but he didn't need that. Too much classy pussy available. 

He got all he needed on the side, since he had not one fucking thing to do except escort Stella around, smile at the right time, talk intelligently at cocktail parties, and honk Stella every two weeks or so. He played golf, of course. All the wealthy assholes did. 

She called him her husband, she even had a fake marriage license to "prove" it, but she still wanted to be called 'Miss.' She had been in films years before; that was where her late husband had spotted her. Besides all of his clothing, a new car every year, he had a terrific allowance, his own bank account. A real shitass of a gigolo. 

Oddly, Stella still maintained a lively interest in her main business, although a manager made most of the decisions. Her invested wealth could have supported her in the style she had grown accustomed to, but she felt she should be 'doing something.' She was no dummy. 

Now and then he dropped by her office and took her to lunch, which pleased her mightily. He sent her flowers. He knew how to keep the skids greased. He always assured her that she was the best fucking in the world. She knew it was bullshit, but she adored hearing it anyway. Cunts! 

Recently he had gone by the plant and office for an entirely different reason. A competitor in the electronics business had approached him, through an exmodel, with a nice'deal. In exchange for certain plans the competitor knew Stella owned, for copies of certain blueprints, he would receive bundles of nice tax-free money. 

He was entering the older phase of his life. Sooner or later he would not be able to get it up as often as was required to keep some old cunt happy. He had to think of his fading years, and that took funds. 

Already he had established a savings account in a fake name, he was able to filch a lot out of his private account, and the large bonuses he would receive for industrial spying would fatten it considerably. 

Tomorrow he was meeting his contact along a back road not far from this cottage, which was owned by a friend of his who used it for a fuck shack, and who let Matt use it the same way. The friend needed it only two or three times a month. 

The friend was into fucking very young, under-aged pussy-and he had to be very careful. Matt knew better than to pick on any stuff under the age of eighteen; he usually liked them around Lauren's age. American broads, at least. In the Orient if they were big enough, they were old enough. Nobody cared. 

Lauren was refreshing. Not only pretty, friendly and appreciative, she was developing into a really fine piece of ass. Aside from masturbating, he had taught her almost everything she knew about the joys of sex. Frustrated young married girls were a dime a dozen, but not many were as sexy as Lauren. And Janni was even more so. 

He had enjoyed sisters before, identical Chinese twins in Singapore, and a pair in Honolulu. They'd had no qualms about entertaining each other, it had been part of their acts. He had always liked to watch girls fuck, he had learned much from it. Lauren and Janni were already into incest; they were just shy about actually rubbing cunts. 

American girls, and men, were so stupid about the most exciting thing in the world. When, fresh from Hong Kong, he had started college at USC, he hadn't been able to comprehend the strange sexual customs imposed on young men and women. 

'Nice' girls didn't fuck until married, or at least engaged. But, of course, most of them did. Guys could get a little, if they were lucky. Things had changed greatly since he'd been to the universitybut the ignorance seemed to have increased. Prick in, two or three minutes of humping, squirt, and it was all over. Guys might have to work for it for weeks! Girls were supposed to be 'in love' before giving it out. Whether they climaxed or not didn't seem to be very important. What assholes! 

Here was a clean young pussy with all that nice equipment just begging to be used, and it was clear from all the breakups, legal and illegal, that some jerks were not using a fraction of that sweet body or exploring its infinite possibilities. 

He would not be in the States at all except for one big incentive-wealthy cunts able to afford him. The U.S. of A. had loads of them. In Europe men controlled most of the heavy dough. They bought the pussy. 

He Looked Up At Janni And Reached For A Junior Miss Tit. Chapter Three 

"Ohh!" Janni breathed, feeling that enormous hot knob press between her labia. She had never been so expanded, turned on, hungry for prick! For the first time in her life she was not in control of the situation, and she didn't want to be. She had come along with her sister to gel fucked. 

He had tantalized the hell out of her, just as she had teased her dates. Her inner pussy flesh was puffed out into a coral mouth, she was a bitch in heat, she had to feel his cock! She had never imagined she would ever be so sexually excited. What a lot of girls felt in their teens she was feeling now. 

She pushed down, and his glans slid up between her legs! She didn't have her pelvis angled right. Horrible! Hunching at the base of his cock, her clit jiggling against his meat, was easy enough-at this she was an amateur. Lauren, watching avidly, giggled. "Try again, honey!" 

Janni was too intent on her purpose to answer. Her nerves shouted for culmination, she was shivery and feverish! She tried again, with his help, and she had it! The big cockhead was stretching her flesh, oozing slickly up, up, up-and ohhhhh! A lance of pain made her wince. Her knees skidded on the satiny sheet, his prick plunged into her achy cunt! 

Oh, Lordy, I've got it! she thought wildly. And it sure was overdue! I'm stuffed with cock. It feels like the knob is clear up between my boobs! I'll never be the same girl again. It still hurts a little, but how wonderful it is! 

For long seconds she scarcely moved. She was pinned there on his monster of a prick, tingles spreading from her crotch all through her body, stiffening her nipples in his hands, erecting her clit. All she had read and dreamed about did not compare with the real thing! 

"Isn't that fantastic?" Lauren whispered throatily. "Don't you just love it way up in your cunt?" 

Ever since Lauren had suggested she go along on the once-amonth weekend, the sisters had talked about little else. They were used to discussing sex in frank terms, and both had figured that Matt would top Janni, not the other way around. Lauren had described the feel of his cock in such dramatic fashion, in such detail, they had indulged in their finger-fun thing just the night before. 

"Heaven!" Janni gasped, adjusting her legs, trying her first fuck thrust. Stings of delight swept her loins, she gasped with joy! He was up in her so far! She just hoped nothing would be ripped loose! 

"Nice, tight pussy," Matt smiled, tweaking her tender nipples. "Double my pleasure, double my fun." 

"Men!" Lauren exclaimed. "Always wanting a harem." 

It was going about the way the sisters had planned, nothing heavy, no emotional involvement. When the novelty of things wore off for him, he'd call it quits. Men like him, even at his age, always had girls around. In droves. 

"In the Orient a man has as many girls as he can afford," Matt grinned. "Go, Janni. Have your goodies." 

She shuddered and started thrusting. It was so neat, having her freedom! Oh, that dreamy sliding, that hard shaft of cock muscle buried up in her virginal cunt. Moving her ass in coital fashion was the most natural thing in the world! She'd been such a silly fool, missing this until she was twenty-one. . . . 

She sure isn't coming as fast as I do! Lauren thought, her own cunt flaming. I'd have had two or three already! But then, she hasn 't had any previous experience. She gets off fast enough when we play our pussy and tittie game. 

How pretty Janni was, perched there on his 

strong body, her beautiful ass pumping, her face all 

flushed and taut. She was not holding back. She 

was driving for her goodies, and her butt was moving faster, faster, almost like she was not quite ready. . . but suddenly she fucked real hard, her head jerked back, her long legs pulled in against his ribs, her mouth opened-and she went off! 

Her cry filled the room, her body shuddered, she finished with swift little jerky hunches, gasping and gripping his arms while the after-fun took her completely. . . . 

Ohhhh, coming was never like THIS! Janni thought hazily. My clitfelt as big as a man's cock! It's still kind of pulsing and coming! I didn 't go off as hard as Lauren, but I will, I will! 

She fell forward, he held her tightly, her titties poked at his chest. Panting heavily, she seemed to be enveloped in maleness, surrounded by him, filled with him. His prick belonged up in her cunt I How could she not be emotional about him! She had treated her various boyfriends with such coolness it was a wonder they ever called her again. 

Now the shoe was on the other foot! A man had got into her, and she would never be the same again. She didn't want her sister having any of this! And that was just awful, because they were so close, everything open and above board. . . 

Matt cupped her ripe, rounded ass cheeks and felt the last tremors of her after-fun. About what he had expected. Cunt just as snug as Lauren's, but no interior action at all. Like most stateside girls, she had played with her pecker so long she was what he called clit-fixed. More so than Lauren. 

Sure, his prick up in there made it better for her-he figured this was the most exciting clima/: of her life, he had prepared her well for it-but it would take a long time, perhaps even years, to turn her into a piece of ass as fine as her sister. 

But he had plucked her cherry, torn her pussy rose. Now she could enjoy a hell of a lot more than she had before. And he was not surprised when she whispered in his ear, "Ohh, Matt! I wish we were alone." 

He squeezed her butt and eased her off at his left, his prick emerging from her puffy cunt. None of that shit. She thought she was 'in love' with him. He'd run into this scores of times. Because a girl was pretty, leggy, young and sexy-looking she thought her pussy was out of this world. Wrong! 

Nearly all American women were the victims of a massive 'prettiness' syndrome, promoted by Madison Avenue and the mass media, which sold billions of bucks, worth of cosmetics and thousands of items to make them look sexier. And younger. 

One of the best fucks of his life had come from a middle-aged half Negro and half Chinese woman in Tahiti. Rather plump and jolly, childlike in her generosity. She'd mastered the art of clamping her cunt, tightening in voluptuous cadence, relaxing, almost caressing the prick with her box. 

He had lived with her a month, and had finally pulled out because he was coming too hard and too often. She thought nothing of getting her jollies thirty or forty times during one fuck session. She thrived on it. She had never seen TV or read American 'beauty' magazines. A real beauty. Well, when in L.A. do what Californians do. 

He'd had enough sliding pussy for a while, and he started something he was certain the sisters had been secretly craving for many years. Resting on his ass between them, a cunt in each hand, he said, "I sure like to watch two girls fuck." 

"You do?" Lauren laughed, spreading her silky thighs. "Janni and I just don't do that. I told you-" 

"You watch each other get off," he said slyly. "What's the difference?" 

"That'd be--dirty!" Janni exclaimed. 

He sighed. In many ways they were so juvenile. But, then, how did one combat the lingering influences of two hundred years of Puritanism? 

"Well, in that case I think I'll go for a walk," he said. 

"Don't you want to come in one of us?" Janni asked, lifting her pussy against his fingers. 

"Sure, later," he chuckled. "I won't be gone long. Maybe you two could fix some lunch." 

"You are something!" Janni said, not all too pleased. 

Fuck her. He had an appointment to meet his contact, and he was not going to miss that, cunt or no cunt. . . . 

"Imagine him asking us to perform for him!" Janni said, watching Lauren prepare lunch in the kitchen. 

"Oh, cool your pussy, Sis," Lauren smiled. "You have to admit, we've thought about it." 

"Yes, but Jeeeeese!" Janni protested. "I was a virgin, and he didn't seem excited at all." 

"He's probably had dozens of them, honey," Lauren giggled. "Don't knock it. We're here for fun, so relax and enjoy." 

Janni dressed in a sheer short black nightie like her sister's, watched Lauren's well-contoured tits as she moved about the kitchen. All three had showered, Matt had left, and now the girls were waiting for his return. 

"Does he always go away alone, when you're here with him?" Janni asked. 

"Yes. I asked to go along once and he nixed it." 

"I noticed he walked uphill, toward those trees," Janni said. "I bet he meets somebody there!" 

Lauren stopped in midmovement. She had not really considered that. He always said he just needed exercise, a rest from sex, and. . . She was still determined to find out who he was. 

"Maybe one of us ought to follow him," Lauren said. 

"I'll slip up there," Janni exclaimed. 

"Well, be careful, honey." 

"Maybe he'll give me some cock in the bushes!" Janni giggled. She turned and wiggled toward the guest bedroom. 

Matt Dobson waited at the appointed meeting place, a dip in the ground, surrounded by brush. Traffic whirred below on a freeway. The guy always came from a turnout down the hill, on a side road, the one he used to reach the cottage. 

He fingered the envelope in his jacket pocket. It contained microfilm he had taken with his Minox. He knew about cameras. He had once lived with a photo nut who had a darkroom in her mansion as large as any commercial setup. Good fucking, too. In her middle forties, tall and limber-assed. She had found a younger livein; he had moved in with another widow he had been humping on the side. Win a few, lose a few. In his younger years he always had a new one waiting in the wings, as it were. 

He heard twigs snap, and turned. A broad moved into the grassy pocket. What the fuck was this! She smiled and came closer. Very fine stuff, dressed in Levis, a shirt, sneakers. She was dark, her hair cut short, close around her face. She appeared athletic, a good set poked at the shirt, fairly long legs, excellent ass, about twenty-five or so. 

"I'm your new contact, Hillman," she .said, "You have the stuff?" 

"I can get it," he said cautiously. "Who the hell are you?" 

"Linda. The code is Santa Anita. Right?" 

He relaxed, recalling that his usual contact had said he might someday send a replacement, that he might get tied up. She must be genuine. 

"Yeah, the stuff is here." He drew out the envelope. She peeked inside it, then reached in her large handbag and passed over a thick brown envelope. He looked inside. Twenty grand was the figure, he'd never been shorted. It looked right. 

"You're some stud," she smiled, gazing at his basket. "I wish /could afford you." 

"Give me your apartment address and phone number," he grinned. "There wouldn't be a fee, for you." 

She smiled, reached in her handbag and drew out a card. He took it, their hands touched. He tickled her palm and she giggled. 

"You must be good, all the millions that Stella Fordham has. What do you charge for, say, a whole weekend?" 

"It would range from five to twenty, depending on how good she was, and a few other things." 

"Jesus," she breathed. "Look, I gotta split-" 

"Like to hold my cock before you leave?" he grinned. 

She blushed. "I'd better not, have to go back to work." 

"Ah, come on," he encouraged her. "It won't cost a thing." He unzipped his pants, hauled out his half-hard prick. She stared at it, bit her lip, turned and almost ran from the scene. He grinned. Ten to one she'd box her cunt before she returned to her job. 

Linda Field sat behind the wheel of her Olds Cutlass, cheeks still burning. She didn't trust herself to drive just yet. Her hands trembled, her clit ached. No man had ever stirred her so swiftly. He was twice her age, at least! But his animal appeal had been like an invisible hand on her cunt and breasts. His cock was beautifully large and thick, but that wasn't really all of it. God! 

He was like a prize stallion made for one thing- 

breeding. Too much! Her right hand dropped to 

her crotch. She could feel juices along her crevice, 

wetting her panties. The side road where she was parked, at the turnin, was relatively quiet. She had seen only two cars since she'd arrived, ten minutes early. 

Actually, she had the rest of the day off. Purdy figured he owed her that much for substituting. She knew why he couldn't make it today. He was fucking a young widow over in Claremont. She knew the stud's real name wasn't Hillman. 

Maybe he would have fucked me right up in the bushes! she thought. / was ready! He knew it. I haven't been this turned on in years! 

She hugged her cunt, started the motor and drove away. It seemed hours before she reached her apartment in Santa Ana. She was still warm and tingly as she rushed inside, locked the door and ran to her bedroom, tossing clothes every which way. She flopped down on her bed, thighs sprawled apart. 

Usually she had to fool around with herself at least half an hour before she got her goodies-but not today! The heel of her hand on her clit zone, she began rubbing it. Ohhh, wow! She bucked her hips, left hand stroking her swollen, dark-crested tits. She imagined him kissing her, fondling her pussy, her right hand gripping his cock. Uhhhhh! Number one was arriving! Yes, yes-ohhhh, damn! No thought of dragging it out this time, she had to finish] 

She squealed as the hard, luscious pulses erected her clit and ripped through her loins. Even with her last boyfriend she had not climaxed this good! She moaned and whined and finished with quick little upthrusts. What sweet sensations of exquisite relief. Ohhh, beautiful! 

Linda never kept her boyfriends very long. She soon tired of what she was sure was their ineptness in the bedroom. She had decided early on to be a career girl, so she'd had herself sterilized at twenty. She had class, looks enough to attract good-looking men-but somehow they were all too much alike. 

Maybe she was picking them too young. The thought of dating a man as old as Hillman had seemed almost obscene-before today. She demanded plenty of foreplay, and then the sex part lasted only a few moments. Often she didn't climax with a guy until the third date. 

Maybe the trouble was that she had matured sexually rather late. She'd been into sports in high school and college, and she hadn't lost her cherry until she was nineteen. And her nature made her a loner. She didn't get along well with other girls. They were so damned silly. 

She sighed, resting after her orgasm. Would he ever call? Had he just been pulling her tittie? Oh-oh, number two coming Up! She Knew She Would Have To Have Four Or Five, At Least. , . . Chapter Four 

"And then he showed this girl his cock!" Janni exclaimed. 

"Didn't he fuck her?" Lauren asked, stunned. 

"No, she turned and ran," Janni said. "The whole thing was kind of weird. He gave her an envelope, and she handed him one. I sure wish I could have heard what they said." 

"Well, keep it, here he comes," Lauren said, glancing out of a kitchen window. "I hope he didn't see you." 

Janni winked. She had put on her tight pants for her venture up the hill, and she moved quickly out of sight. Matt came in, grinning as he looked at Lauren in her thin black nightie. He strode up close, gripped her waist with his left hand, squeezed a tittie with his right and swooped his mouth down on her lips. His tongue stroked in deep. 

Oh, the magic was there instantly. He'd been gone about half an hour, but she was still turned on, her cunt moist, her clit rising already. The talk with Janni earlier, about what was incest and what wasn't, could be explored later. When his hands and mouth were on her, she was like jelly-a bitch ready to fuck. 

But what had he given the girl, the attractive brunette? Janni had said she was tall, well-built and sexy. The news just increased the mystery surrounding him; she had to know! Not that it would do her much good. She'd go back to Jed and his dull way of living, spread out for him when he wanted to dump a load in her cunt. 

Janni pranced into the kitchen, wearing her black sheer nightie and heels, parading around so Matt could see her. His mouth lifted from Lauren's lips. He watched Janni's leggy undulations. Lauren felt a twinge of jealousy. No good, that would spoil everything! 

"I think you girls need more cock," he smiled. He stepped back and began taking off his clothes, Lauren helping him. Janni laughed and wiggled her ass, spreading her long thighs. As his briefs came down, revealing his outfit, Lauren shuddered. Oh, was she ready! 

In the play room he had the sisters bend over, facing the vanity mirror, and he started his pussy play from behind them. The vanity itself was sturdy, as Lauren well knew from previous weekends here. When he stroked his prick in, he hit hard! 

"Tip it up higher, Janni," he smiled, fondling her cunt. 

"Like this, honey!" Lauren breathed, feeling his left hand on her cunt. Janni observed, giggled, and angled her cute ass upward, legs apart. 

As his finger went juicily into Lauren's cunt, she whined her pleasure. Janni uttered a. little gasp of joy. The mirror gave both girls a view of him, naked, smiling, his huge cock high and hard, wet on the glans, God! How he could play with an eager pussy. Already she was shivering with sweet anticipation, the thrills sweeping up her legs, along her body and up to her tits, still cuddled inside the nightie top. 

"Ohhhh, neat!" Janni giggled, tipping her ass out farther. "It's almost as good as prick!" 

Lauren couldn't talk, she was too engrossed in feeling. He was drawing her slowly, tantalizingly, toward a climax. If only she could have one of those heavenly deepin orgasms again! Now, if he'd just ram his cock in. . . . 

Matt eased his knob between Lauren's expanded labia, taking his free hand from Janni's cunt. He held the older sister's hips and carefully drove his cock into the palpitating flesh. Yeahhhh! Take away all the horseshit a man had to put up with to get his prick in a classy cunt, this was what she wanted just as badly as he did. 

Very few would admit it, though. In the States especially. She was generally granting him a great 'favor,' when nine times out of ten she expected some 'favor' for it. But he supposed he had such a low opinion of cunts because he fucked only the ones who ran after him. He turned the tables on them, he made them pay for it. 

Lauren and Janni served a purpose, toowithout having to fork over cash. He had Socked the money in the trunk of his rented car. Maybe sometime he would call Linda and show her what a real man could do for her. 

Lauren's shivers, her expression of thrall reflected in the mirror, a faint clutch of her inner cunt, told their intimate story-she was ready to come off. He hunched in fast and tensed his cock, She moaned and whimpered, wanting more, so he fed her one more buck jab. Bingo. Her cunt tightened belter than ever in swift, sweet rhythm. She squealed. 

Oh, how she comes on his prick! Janni thought, shaking with envy. But he's so casual about it all. I almost hate him! He slid his prick in Lauren because she's better fucking. He ate me and got my cherry. And I'm in the back seat. 

She was younger, prettier and leggier than Lauren, he had fucked Lauren dozens of times, and still he preferred older sister. This was the stif-fest blow to her ego she had ever suffered. But she didn't move. She waited for Lauren to finish her fun on his huge prick, and watched that swollen shaft emerge from Lauren's cunt. Janni had never seen it like this, labia twice their usual size, red inner flesh pushing out past the outer slit, and there was a redness across her tits and belly, like a rash., What a turn-on! 

"Now let's see how this pussy feels," he grinned, moving over behind Janni. Her own cunt was puffed, but not like her sister's. She'd had more practice! 

"Ohhh, get it in me!" Janni breathed. 

"Hang on, Legs," he muttered, slowly penetrating her cunt. The spread of her flesh around his cock, the honeyed, slick, burning sensation, the feet of it rammed way up in there-she could think of nothing now except enjoying it! 

Slowly he began to stroke. She had done it before, on top, but this was his show. 

Hunch, hunch, hunch-pause. Out slowly, back in fast. Beautiful! Oh, maybe he did like her pussy better, after all! His hands on her hips held her firmly. He was pouring the prick to her, and his expression, via the mirror, showed he was having his kicks. He'd said her cunt was nice and snug! 

No matter how dreamy it was, she felt the same thing Lauren had experienced, and which she had related to Janni. She was simply an object for his personal diversion; he didn't really care about either of them. He was a love machine, he was as practiced in it as a champion athlete in his chosen event. Over a period of around forty years or more he had perfected it. 

And she wondered why she and Lauren hadn't thought of it before-a professional, a gigolo. Some very wealthy women paid him fees for his stud services. They were getting it free because they were, after all, class pussy. Young pussy. Lauren had even brought him a virgin! 

Lauren wanted to know who he was, but now Janni was not so sure she did. Her choice would be a man around thirty-five, who would surely know how to trip her trigger, and be successful in business or a profession. She was going to get out and sample a few guys-at least Matt had broken the ice. A few twitches of her pretty ass, a few come-on glances, and she had almost any stud drooling. 

Oh, she was starting to go off! His strokes quickened, his face twisting, and suddenly she realized he was going to come in her! He wasn't there yet, but she couldn't wait! A heavenly series of pulsating twinges shot up her legs to her cunt, her hips pushed back and up, and her pussy mouth tightened in exquisite rhythm! She cried out sharply. 

Ohhh, her clit was coming, but so was her cuuuunt! Lordy! 

"Uhhhh!" he groaned, driving deep and fast. "Uhhhh-fuuuuck! It's gettin' offffff!" 

She'd felt a prick throb in her hand, but having it spasm inside her was something else! Her flesh answered, she was sure she could feel the spurt of his semen! His heavy, goaty thrusts in her cunt filled a slutty need to be gored, impaled and fucked. At last she was having her goodies around a coming prick. . . . 

Lauren shuddered, feeling envy and almost jealousy. Sure, he wanted to drop a load in the new, young pussy! He'd be a fool not to, after picking her cherry. Something went out of her feeling for Matt, though. She had thought she was special, but he was fucking Janni just as enthusiastically as he had fucked her at first. 

Maybe on the way back to the cottage he had run into Janni and they had set up a date, excluding older sister; maybe the story about his meeting another girl was pure hokum; maybe he had fucked Janni up there in the trees; maybe she could no longer trust her own sister! 

Anyway, he wouldn't be much good for a while. After a man his age got his nuts busted he had to rest a spell, or even take a nap. Then she would have it out with Janni. 

Stella Fordham leaned back in her home office chair, dropped the detective's report on her desk and frowned. That sonofabitch of a gigolo was not content to live in luxury and have more freedom than most paid lovers enjoyed-he was stealing some of her most valued circuitry designs and selling them to Western Computers, Fordham Elec-tric's very serious competitor. 

She'd made a mistake in keeping copies of new designs, developed at great cost, at home in her office safe, and somehow Matt had learned the combination. She knew he was familiar with photography; she had even built a big darkroom for him, with the most expensive and elaborate equipment, plus a small fortune in cameras. 

The detective had not yet learned where Matt was stashing his loot, but that would come out, too. That dirty bastard! He had to be taught a lesson-without impairing his abilities to fire her cannon twice a month or so, when she got really horny for cock. 

No one had ever given her as much wild sensual pleasure as Matt; he was simply one in a million. She even provided him with some in-house pussy! Rona Hall was a jewel, the best lez fucking Stella had ever encountered, and she liked Matt. He could have some of that as often as he wanted it. But like all virile studs, he had to have variety, something new, young and fresh. 

The report on Lauren Lohman was interesting, and this weekend she had brought along her younger sister to the cottage, and of course Matt would do a good job on them. He never picked dogs; he could attract the very best stuff. 

She was probably crazy for involving herself in business at all. She certainly didn't need the money. But she liked to keep busy, and as much as she loved sex, nobody could fuck all the time. Travel didn't interest her as it once had. At forty-two she still had her figure, her looks, and she used every natural method available to stay young and sexy. 

Her stepfather had cured her of ever considering men as persons to trust and love. That old fucker had caught her masturbating at the age of twelve and, by threatening to tell her very strict mother about it, he had forced Stella into a strange kind of sex with him. 

He had never fucked her, but he had used her body to excite himself, and after eating her and slobbering around on her, he had her finish him by sucking his prick, taking the semen up in her mouth. God, how she had hated that monster! 

So, during college and later as a showgirl and model, she had turned to girls, and she had been enjoying pussy ever since. Only two men had ever got a cock in her-her late and very rich husband, and Matt. Somehow he symbolized what her life could have been. 

But he was basically shallow and spineless, an ideal paid lover. He hardly ever drank-he was a kind of health nut like herself. He always told her that good sex required a strong, well-kept body. He was socially smooth, and expert at teasing some of Stella's women friends, letting them know that she was superior in bed. He was great ego-fodder. 

Stella knew some of her closest women friends had tried to take him away from her, everything being equal in sex and war. And he had never played any of them. He liked the young stuff, naturally. He had lots of freedom to find it. No, she wouldn't really hurt him, but he had to be taught that stealing from her was a no-no. 

Suddenly she smiled. She had the perfect solution! She felt so good about her idea she decided to celebrate with a little Saturday afternoon fucking. She hugged her cunt mound, left her downstairs office, climbed the curved stairway, walked along the hall and tapped on Rona Hall's bedroom door. 

"Come in!" Rona said brightly. 

Stella entered, smiling, and locked the door behind her. She wore shorts and halter, she'd been outside earlier, checking up on what the Japanese gardener and his crew had been doing to her favorite flower gardens. 

Rona looked up from the vanity, where she sat in a bright red negligee. What a bod! What a pair of high, hard tits! She had been featured in a foldout in Players not long before-she was sex personified. She was almost as tall as Stella, who was six feet in heels, and her beautiful legs were 'a mile' long. 

Rona was twenty-five. She had a degree in teaching from UCLA and was smart as a whip-but she certainly couldn't make the kind of money Stella paid her out there in the jungle of Los Angeles. She did not want to be in show biz. She called herself half and half in the sex department, although Stella believed her social secretary really preferred cock to pussy. 

Nevertheless, she was exciting as hell. No girl had ever banged Stella as hard as Rona could. A delight to the eyes and the senses. Eventually she hoped to marry some very rich whitey. Right now her bod belonged to Stella. 

Matt stroked in Janni's cunt until he was satisfied, and drew his shrinking cock from her puffed-out, drippy box. As usual after he went off, pussy never looked quite as appealing as before, and a streak of meanness came out in him, if he let it. Lauren, spread out on the bed now, watched as he turned from Janni and wiped his cock with a towel. "Was it'fun, stud?" Lauren cooed, her thighs wide apart, her swollen cunt there for him when he wanted it. 

"Yeah," he said. He dropped into a chair as Janni lifted her tits from the vanity top, and wobbled to the bed. She flopped down beside her sister, acting pooped. Anyway, he had stopped her silly giggling. 

"Jeeeese, that was goooood!" she said. Lauren handed her a towel and she wiped her cunt, looking at the streaks of his jism. "Sure is a lot of it!" 

"Does it still itch?" he asked, grinning. 

"Well, sure-sort of. But you look out of it." 

"Crawl over and work off the itch on your sister," he suggested. "She wants more fucking." 

"Now; Matt-I told you!" Lauren protested. 

"Ah, shit. Do it." 

Janni sat up, staring down at older sister. "Honey, we could at least try it!" 

"You watch each other get off on your fingers, so what's the big deal?" he chuckled. 

Janni laughed, tossed the towel on the floor and crawled over between Lauren's thighs. "He's right, you know. We're just kidding ourselves. I want to screw you." 

"You fox!" Lauren breathed, but she didn't push her sister away. "You'd do anything he asked!" 

Lauren knew it was more than pleasing him, and as her tender cunt met that of her pretty sister, it was like it had been preordained, that both were waiting for an excuse to make it happen! Nothing had ever been like it, the sweet cloying press of girl flesh on girl flesh. 

"Ohhh, honey!" Janni breathed, hunching. "It's beautiful!" 

"Yessss!" Lauren whispered, arching her cunt upward. "Fuck me, honey! Fuck me goooood!" 

All their years of togetherness, sharing secrets and hiding nothing, were telescoped into this glorious moment of total living. They'd been kidding themselves for too long! Matt had brought it all into vivid focus. 

Janni's slow, sensuous strokes, knifing thrills all through Lauren's body, were creating the same emotions in Janniin a way that maybe no man could ever understand. The prick wasn't pumping in either pussy, but it was more than that; it was the most wonderful sharing they had ever experienced. 

They were going to come together, their clits would throb at the same luscious instant, and both knew it. No more words were needed, it was simply too lovely. They were involved in their mutual delight, and their lives would never be the same again. Oh, they could have this any time they craved it. . . . 

Matt smiled, feeling his cock start to harden. Nothing stirred him like watching two sex-hungry cunts going for the goodies. At various times in his travels he had seen all kinds of lesbian combinations-sisters, cousins, friends, as well as mothers and daughters. If it was fun, why the hell not? 

Oriental and island women did not believe in being sexually frustrated; there were too many pleasant ways to relieve the tension, and what was wrong and right in the East was not necessarily wrong and right in the West. 

"Ohhh!" the girls gasped, almost in unison. Janni's ass whipped faster. He could hear the sticky mush of their cunts lightly slapping together as the bed jiggled its erotic dance. They weren't prolonging the fun, teasing with little pauses; they were going for broke. 

Their faces contorted, Janni fucked very swiftly, and as they hit the peak they squealed together. Now they were writhing like snakes, pounding up, thrusting down, whimpering their joy, gasping for air. His prick was up as hard as a fucking pine pole. 

They were going to get all the prick they needed this day, Any time he started losing his hard-on, he'd have the sisters Fuck Each Other Again. Yeahhhhh, Chapter Five 

"So you're not really interested in a man who screws for a living," Matt said, glancing around the living room of Linda Field's apartment. 

She flushed and looked away. "I didn't say that!" 

It was Wednesday evening. He had called her earlier to say that he had a very important piece of microfilm to hand her, and to ask if she had the money. She had said that she did. 

Monday evening he had struck gold. Rona and Stella had gone to a concert. He had opened the safe and found a large manila envelope marked Top Secret in big red letters. He had dug out his Minox, taken pix of the five blueprints inside, returned the envelope and relocked the safe. 

. Tuesday morning he had called his contact at 

Western Computers and said he had a big one. The price was a hundred grand. Much more than they had been used to forking over. But when Matt had called two hours later, the man had said it was okay. But that it had better be good. 

Matt had then requested that the exchange be made Wednesday evening, and asked that Linda close the deal. A call an hour later had indicated this was agreeable, too. So here he was in her apartment, ready to do business. 

"Well, relax," he grinned, resting comfortably on her sofa. She wore dressy black pants, a white blouse that shaped her tits attractively, and her dark hair was loose and wavy around her face. She was all made up, too. She sat in a chair across from him, long legs crossed. 

"Why did you ask for me? I just substituted on Saturday." 

"I like to look at a good-looking filly," he smiled. "Business should be a pleasure." 

"Doesn't it bother you a little, stealing from your wife's company?" 

"Hell, that electronics company of hers is just a plaything." He opened his legs so she could see his outfit in his tight trousers. "She's loaded. I'm sure you know all about her." 

"That's part of my work," she said, glancing away. "Uh-would you like a drink?" 

"I drink very little, but with you, okay, Linda." He stared at her tits and she flushed again. "Scotch and water." 

She shot out of the chair, wiggled into her kitchen. She wanted a fuck, all right, but as usual she would go through the old la-de-dah shit-she wanted to 'know' him better before spreading out for cock. Hell, she probably already had a file on him a halfinch thick. Industrial espionage had its little rules. 

Linda's fingers shook as she forked ice into two glasses. When her superiors had told her she would make the transfer she had felt a thrill in the clit. When he had unzipped his pants and displayed his monster of a prick . . . that animall The vision of it still burned in her thoughts. And hadn't she rushed home afterward and fondled herself into several stinging, deep climaxes? Her panties already were turning damp. She had been turned on ever since she had reached home, knowing he would be here. 

A world traveler, a rake who had been servicing women for fees probably since his teens, a no-good bastard through and through, and when she looked at him she turned to water! For her age, Stella Fordham was a very attractive woman, and he had been fucking her in more than one way for almost a year. And he was old enough to be Linda's father! The whole idea was just obscene, but she was trapped by her own desires. 

She wanted to be successful, too. Already she was assistant to the vice-president at Western Computers. She could move up. She hoped to own one of those slick new houses builders were designing for singles, not too far from a beach. Lots of very handsome hunks lurked at the better swim spots. 

She brought the drinks into the living room, placed them on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and sat at his left. As he reached for his highball he peeked down inside her blouse. His nearness was like he was already touching her. There was an aura of overpowering maleness about him that reached her cunt and breasts. 

"Do you like sports?" she asked, her voice tremulous. 

"Bedroom kind," he grinned. "You want to pay me for the negatives now, or later." 

"Uh-later," she giggled. 

He barely touched his drink. He put it down and unzipped his pants. In seconds his prick was showing, and it looked even larger than before! 

"Jesus, you beast!" she cried, rattling her glass back on the coffee table. She knew her face was flaming. 

"You know you want to hold it, so go ahead," he smiled, as if he was showing the back of his hand. 

"Oh! Is this how you hooked Stella Fordham?" 

"Sure, and a few other tricks. You want to play house, so let's cut through the shit and get down to it." 

She gasped, knowing she should make the deal and order him out of her apartment, but when his left arm slid across her shoulders, and his right hand began opening her blouse, she shudderedand her right hand went to that stiffening huge dark cock. Her rich fantasy was now reality! 

His mouth was suddenly on her eager, opening lips, his hand crept in on her bra-less tits, and her fingers tightened around his hot, rigid monster of a cock. God, oh God! Her thighs spread, her hips curled upward, she was shivering like a hot bride about to get her wedding-night prick. 

He kissed with a kind of erotic thoroughness that told her instantly he wanted to eat her, a thing that she had hoped for from at least two of her boyfriends, but that had never transpired. She'd done a little penis-sucking, as a prelim, but the guy invariably went off sooner than usuak 

Matt held her and fondled her like she was a kind of sex goddess, like she was very, very special-no wonder he earned his keep this way! It was a glorious, nerve-shattering romantic experience! Her tits felt hugel 

Matt was enjoying himself. He had run into a lot of these slick, attractive career girls, and he had yet to find one who had been adequately fucked. They slept around a little, went to ski resorts or beaches or night clubs with men around their own age or a bit older, and the evening ended with a fiveminute fuck that often didn't even begin to satisfy the girl. If the guy could squirt twice, she might make it once. 

All this lib shit hadn't improved them, except to make some bolder, driving away males who wanted to be dominant. So it was masturbate, sit on it, or fuck girls. What a waste! What a shame! Men in the 1890's had known more about fucking than the average 'modern' stud. Get it in and pump to a climax. If the girl made it, okay. If not, that was her fault. 

He stroked his tongue and teased her fine long nipples into sensual hardness, feeling her vivid tremors of excitement as she softened back, her long, firm legs opening. If he quit now and had her take her pants and panties off, he would break the spell. Get her off and then begin the real fun. 

Nibbling at her lips, he dropped his play hand to her uptilted crotch and began to rub it where the action was, her clit zone. Now he kissed down her throat, nuzzled the blouse open and popped a dark, tumid nipple in his mouth. Her left hand caught in his hair, her right hand slid up and down on his leaky-headed cock, and a vivid shudder said it would not be long now. 

My God! Linda thought. Nobody ever sucked my tits like this! lean't believe how puffed out they are! / want his prick in me, but I won't get it right now. Ohhhh, I'm COMING! 

Her hips bucked, her legs jerked farther apart, she felt the stinging surges of her passion pulse from her clit. Ohhh, they were so sharp and heavenly! Even her sucked nipple seemed to throbl Her head whirled. She had never experienced this kind of man! 

"Ohhhh, Matt!" she breathed, shivering in the aftermath. 

"Very good, Linda," he murmured around her nipple. "Now, let's get undressed and do this right." 

"Yesss!" she gasped. Her panties were a gooey mess, she had to go in the bathroom and dainty herself. And then-ohhhh! She struggled upward, and wobbled into the little hallway that led to the John. Her legs could hardly carry her. . . . Matt patted his prick and grinned. He hadn't lost his touch. He'd popped another girl harder than she'd ever been popped, and she was just getting into it. A great experience to show an American girl what sex was really like. 

A hundred grand! He had far from enough put away, but he was getting there. He had been toying with another plan, too. One of Stella's rich women friends, Susy Hall, had made him a proposition. 

It was so good he was certain there had to be a catch, somewhere. Her husband had left her so much real estate in and around L.A. that a large office had been set up just to handle details and take in the money. She lived most of the year in Nassau, the Bahamas, but she spent part of the time in Beverly Hills. 

She promised that if he'd live with her, she would deed him two big high-rise apartment buildings free and clear. No marriage, she was smarter than that, but she needed a man, a stud, a companion. 

The only catch was that he was a little afraid of her. Her husband had died in a boating accident off CataSina, with Susy the only witness. Stella had told him most of the details, how insurance companies had investigated, how the police had done the same-and come up with nothing. 

He knew a guy in the insurance scam, and this happened quite a lot. Good-looking younger broad marries rich old fart, he has a fatal 'accident' and grieving young spouse walks off with the whole estate. She didn't want marriage, so what did he have to fear? A cunt that vicious might have him rubbed out if he got a little from one of the maids or something. Susy did expect fidelity. The rest of his active sex life honking just one cunt? No way. Susy didn't even want a sample of his cock. It was all or nothing. And right now his thought for the day was, fuck her. 

Stella was more practical, even furnishing him some nice young pussy right at home-Rona. That Stella also fucked her did not bother him; she was a beautiful, clean, hot piece of ass. Let Susy hire joy boys, a procedure that Stella said Susy did regularly. 

On the other hand, Susy was much younger than Stella, and better-looking. She'd been in films, mostly minor parts, and although Stella claimed she was 'around forty,' he had discovered that she was actually thirty-two. Dark, medium height, plump and rounded, her ancestry was basically Italian. 

He figured she would be a fairly good fuck. Her offer wouldn't hold forever, for she would eventually find some experienced cocksman she wanted to keep around. At several of Stella's parties, where Susy had been a guest, she had asked him for dances. The polite thing to do, you know. 

She'd always succeeded in giving him a big hard-on, and those just happened to be the nights when Stella had wanted cock. It was like Stella used her lady friend to get him up, after which Stella 'cashed in.' On those evenings he earned his keep. When Stella did get horny for cock, she went all-out. 

He had considered talking to Stella about working out a 'deal' with Susy-live a while with one, then the other. But he knew broads, they wanted to 'own' their steady male. If only cunts could handle sex the way men did. 

A rich man in the Orient bought as many young concubines as he could afford. Here, where the big money was available, cunts played the music. Sad. He had Susy's private number, in California and Nassau. 

Linda came into the living room all decked out in a black sheer nightie and heels, hip-high dark nylons held up with a little red garter belt. His cock began swelling again. 

Linda shivered as she led him into her bedroom. She had prepared the place for action-covers turned back, a small lamp on, cassette player going with Glenn Miller, softly. She was not a rockmusic freak. She wished her place was more luxurious, and larger. 

She watched him undress, the crazy swift heat of her need suffusing her whole body, wetting her swollen pussy again. It had never been so tender and puffy! Not one of her dates had stimulated her this much. She was in a trance of erotic craving. 

"Sexy outfit," he grinned, finally naked. He was as trim and hard as a man half his age. His nuts were huge, nestled in "grey hair that matched the iron-gray on his head. He was the first uncircum-cised man she'd ever seen. How many times had she gone to parties with a guy, dancing, drinking, dirty stories, hoping for some kind of real passion, and at the end of the evening the sneaky little fondling in her place or his, the dark bed, the too-swift pneumatic follow-up. A few moments of pumping and it was all over. 

She could remember only two who had ever tried for 'seconds,' and she had climaxed thenbut just barely. And such small cocks! Few of her boyfriends ever called back. There had to be something wrong with her responses. She obviously was not a very good 'lay,' or maybe she had B.O. 

She had trouble 'talking about nothing,' too-party conversation. She was not aggressive, or so she thought. She was not much of a giggler. At work she dressed conservatively, and in some parts of the office she was called 'hands-off Linda.' The cute little dumb-acting chicks were the most popular. 

And because she had a high-paying position and was trusted with certain company secrets, the other girls were cool to her, some even snotty. That she was smarter and better-looking did not help, either. Some inferred she was 'mannish.' Screw 'em. 

She took off her sandals and crawled on the bed, pushing the covers back, stretching and showing off. The nightie hem slid up past her crotch, she opened her long legs and pushed her tits up snugly into the cupping lace. 

"You don't talk much," he smiled, sliding down at her right. "I like that." 

"Good," she said, her voice trembly. The touch of his shoulder, the feel of his hand resting lightly on her belly, then the head of his huge cock burning against her hip, sent furious shivers along her body. He was so completely in charge, so cool, almost 'professional.' 

Don't think about all the women he's fucked for money! she thought. Maybe he 'II send me a bill! 

His mouth touched her already puffy lips, his hand played around on her belly. She opened wide and felt his tongue dive slowly, voluptuously, the coital mouth stimulator. His tongue drew back, she stroked her probe, shivering with joy. God, it. was wonderful! 

Now his clever hand bypassed her cunt and fondled the nyloned inner reaches of her thighs, pressing and squeezing, moving with tantalizing slowness toward her eager pussy. Their tongues chased back and forth, and at last he touched her cunt. A full palm press, like the one on the sofa, but against her bare flesh it was infinitely sweeter. Her left hand moved to his cock, and she shuddered as her fingers slipped up and down it, across the wet-slick knob, half concealed yet by his foreskin. It tensed in her gentle grip and his mouth lifted. He nibbled at her underlip, and very gently a finger slid into her cunt. Beautiful! 

"OhhhhP'she gasped, hunching up. 

"Nice tight pussy," he murmured. 

No one had ever told her that, or anything else about her vagina-and knowing that men did like a snug 'fit,' she felt deliciously fortunate. He explored carefully her urethra, which she often excited during masturbation, and in deep. He touched a spot at End of her vagina that was so sensitive she gasped. It was the mouth of her womb! 

His finger-end teased it, and suddenly his thumb pressed into her clitoris. She trembled, he caressed it in a way that told her he liked her girlie-prick. Again, she had no idea how she compared with other females. The diagrams she had examined in sex books showed a tiny 'knob' about the size of a pea, which was super-sensitive. 

Hers, when she was excited, enlarged much more, and the concealed 'stem' below it expanded, too. At orgasm her clit stuck out half an inch past the surrounding flesh. 

"Beautiful," he murmured, now nibbling at her right ear lobe. Mmmmmmm. No one had ever done that for her, either. 

"OhhhhP'she breathed, as he gently circled her clit with the wet finger so recently inside her cunt. "Ohhhh, Matt!" 

His cock tensed again. He slid his finger back inside her vagina, pressed his thumb just below the tip of her clit and squeezed the mouth of her urethra. His hand wiggled. Honey-dipped thrills tumbled through her loins, her legs shook, her breasts lifted, her nipples stiffened as if he were sucking them once more, and she rose tumultuously toward her peak of desire. Almost. . . almost. . . and now! 

"Come!" he urged against her mouth. "Come offfffl" She squealed! Pang after heavenly pang of delight shot from her clitoris, her hips bucked and she writhed and jerked on the bed like a snake at mating time. Ohhhh, it was like the first one with him, but a hundred times better! She had never climaxed so furiously! 

Now he clasped her whole cunt with his palm, letting her hunch and thrust for the dreamy after-pangs, so rich and delightful she cried out again. She had lost the hold on his cock in a frenzy of responses, but she found it again, panting and softening into a cozy haze of pure satisfaction. 

"Very good," he murmured into her hair. 

"Ohhhhh," she breathed gratefully. "Wonderful!" 

Two terrific orgasms and he hadn't brought his cock even near her pussy! But now she had to watch herself. Her impulse was to seize him around the neck and tell him that she was wild about him, in love with him, even! How ridiculous. 

But such emotion-packed moments stunned her. She could hardly think. What probably lots of girls had known in their teens, she was having at the age of twenty-six, and it was a tough thing to handle. She hid her face against his shoulder. She simply had to collect her wits and treat this as just another date. Because that was all it could be. 

She was a bachelor girl out for some bedroom fun, and she had opened a door she had never thought existed. How often she'd read about young women becoming so emotional about a guy they'd do anything for him. And how she had laughed. No man would ever have such a grip on her. 

Wrong! 

/ WOULD pay him! she thought wildly. He's turned me dear around. He's opened up whole new zones of pleasure. When he gets that big cock in me, I'll go ape, I'll lose my mind! He can have this any time he wants it! 

Matt had been in situations like this many times. He knew he had fired her cannon better and harder than anyone ever had, including Linda. He called it "awakening a cunt to her erotic potential." In the Orient and in many other parts of the world, girls learned to climax well at a very early age; they grew up with it, enjoying sex was a heritage. 

"Good stuff, huh?" he said lightly, resting back and relaxing. 

"Fantastic!" she exclaimed, still holding his cock. "I know this probably sounds dumb, but what about you?" 

"I wait till the girl has her enjoyment," he grinned. "All she can handle." 

"How do you do it?" she murmured. "I mean-" 

"Not to worry," he smiled. "Making you come is most of my pleasure." He patted her leaky, swollen pussy. 

"God!" she giggled. "How I love it!" 

"I've Barely Started," He Grinned. Chapter Six 

He was on his knees between her legs now, caressing her opened thighs. Her breasts were bare, rising up sharply from the decorated top of her nightie. He had slipped a thick pillow beneath her ass, another ploy no one else had used, and her cunt was so swollen the inner labia were actually protruding from between her outer cunt lips. 

The magic was still here, enveloping her, causing everything to take on a vividness that was also new for her. She wanted his prick so urgently that she wanted to shout, Stop fooling around and FUCK me! But it was his show, and she certainly didn't want it to end too soon. 

"Play with your nice sexy tits, huh?" he murmured, sliding his hands beneath her ass. 

She'd read about things like this, but no one had ever asked her to! If it pleased him, why not? He was giving her so very much, not taking, as men had in the past. 

"Well, okay!" she acquiesced. 

He smiled, lowered his head and shoulders and she knew instantly what he would do next-eat her pussy. The way he kissed her mouth had told her he wanted to, and ohhhhh, did she want it! Not one of the men she'd dated had ever even hinted they'd like to. Sure, she had mouthed a few of those fiveinch cocks, given them their kicks, and invariably it had shortened the screw time. 

He surely knew she fondled her boobs when she masturbated-a true smoothie his age had been around, as the saying went-so she began stroking her tits, watching her dark nipples harden, feeling them sting and tingle. Funnnnn! 

His lips contacted her upper cunt slit, and a whole flurry of thrills spread through her pelvis. His hands lifted her ass, and smoothly his tongue wiggled into her vagina. 

'Ohhh!" she breathed, bringing her legs back, arching her crotch higher. His lips kissed and sucked, his tongue was stroking like a finger or prick. He was sipping her girl juice, almost gnawing her tender inner labia! But so gently and delicately. Nothing had ever felt like this! 

/ love it, I adore it! she thought dizzily. God! He's, almost a cannibal! He likes my pussy, it must taste good! I hope he wants me to suck his cock! 

The thrills were sharpening, her hands moved faster on her boobs, and then he paused, kneading her ass cheeks, his eyes roving along her body. Oh, he was making her wait for the goodies, just like she tantalized herself with her hands. 

"Beautiful!" she breathed, swimming in a haze of pure erotic anticipation. 

He smiled, and carefully parted the labia at her clit, gently with his lips, and closed them around her super-tender girl-spike! She moaned, a whole shower of sugary sensations tumbling through her body. Now his right hand went to her cunt, that wand of a finger" slid voluptuously inside, pressing her urethra. Ohhhh, she was climbing the slope of her need, again! 

"OHHH!" she cried feverishly. "Ohhh-do it!" 

But he teased her and fondled her and sucked her until she was frantic! And just as she started to come, his head lifted, his hand came away, he glided smoothly forward, and shouldered her thighs back, and his huge, hot prick drove into her cunt! 

God! She hadn't ever known what a real cock felt like! It flamed in her vagina like it was red-hot, and her flesh fluttered and tightened around it! She was coming in a way she had never dreamed she could come! He wasn't even pumping his prick, he was keeping it jammed in deep, and suddenly she was like a worm pinned to a board. She went bananas! 

The rich honeyed nuances of her orgasm drew a shrill scream from her throat! She was clawing his shoulders, her head tossing from side to side, her legs shaking with the heavenly poundings of her climax. Nothing had ever been so violently wild and sensual! 

He seemed to be in her a mile. The spasms of her labia around the thick root of his cock enveloped her with wonder. She was totally his, totally feminine, responding to the bigness of his sweeping maleness. Ohhhh, God! 

Now his chest settled down on her arched-up breasts. She felt her nipples boring at his flesh. Her legs wound around his butt, her arms gripped his shoulders, she whined and panted her delight as the dreamy twinges of relief balmed her nerves. She had to say something to hide the real feelings, which frightened her. 

"Well, how am I?" she giggled. 

"A ten," he murmured, tensing his prick. Oh, her cunt fluttered a response! 

"I've loved every second of it!" she breathed. 

"I'm not through with your nice pussy." 

Oh, I hope not! she thought. It's his, he can do anything with it he wants to! 

Arthur Frost started his car and pulled away from the curb, satisfied that he had completed his snooping assignment for Stella Fordham. He had trailed Matt Dodson since he'd left Stella's mansion, and it looked like he'd be in Linda Field's apartment for several hours. 

Dodson sure fucked the racy-looking cunts. He'd give one nut to get his cock into that Linda, but it would never happen. He was an ordinary-looking man, average height, average looksideal for his work because nobody ever looked at him twice. 

He had some pretty good stuff at home, anyway. His wife had died two years before and he had decided that, at age forty-two, he wouldn't marry again. Dottie was an ideal livein. Good cook and housekeeper, fat and jolly, only twenty-six. Whenever he wanted a fuck, she was ready, and with the lights out, riding in between those warm plump thighs, he could imagine he was humping almost any cunt. 

Parking in the driveway of his modest home, he reached down and patted his outfit. A dim light shone in the bedroom. Thinking about Dodson pouring the cock to that triple-A Linda had built a lust in his crotch. Dottie would be waiting, decked out in a thin nightie. Damn, how she loved to fuck. . . 

"I wish we could have Matt this weekend," Lauren Lohman said to her sister Janni. "Jed's going to a drug seminar in Omaha, and I'm not invited. Not that I wanted to be!" 

They were in Janni's apartment. She was ready for bed in black pajamas, and Lauren hated to leave. They had talked very little about their new intimacy, physical contact instead of only visual. But it was there between them, and Lauren was getting a warm pussy. 

"What a stud!" Janni giggled. They'd had a couple of glasses of wine apiece. "Have you found out who he is yet?" 

"No," Lauren admitted. "But I bet some rich old broad owns him. I can sure see why women would pay for his services." 

"Maybe he'll send you a bill, honey," Janni laughed. "Monday I was so pooped I could hardly go to work!" 

"I told you how good he is," Lauren smiled. She wore pants and a blouse, and she opened her legs, feeling more tingles in her cunt. "Let's do our thing, huh?" 

"Sure!" Janni chirped, moving to a chair that faced the sofa on which Lauren sat. She opened the top of her pajamas and lowered the bottom half to the floor. 

Lauren shivered, doing the same with her clothes, except that she got out of her panties. Both sat and began their tit and pussy routine. But after a few moments they both knew it would never be the same again. They didn't even have to speak; they stood, and Janni led the way into her bedroom. 

A small lamp glowed in a far corner. The sheets were turned back, and a radio played soft music. 

"You knew we'd be in here!" Lauren said accusingly. 

"Natch. Just as soon as you called and said you were dropping over." 

"God, it MJISbeautiful!" Lauren breathed, looking her sexy, long-legged sister up and down. "He brought us together, anyway. I don't care how wrong it is!" "You have more conscience than me," Janni giggled, getting Lauren around the waist. "I've wanted to fuck you for years." 

"You-animal!" Lauren breathed, arching her cunt into her sister's pussy. Their mouths met, their tongues jousted back and forth and Lauren shook with mingled lust and guilt. Doing this with him watching was a different thing-they'd been 'party' girls. But she couldn't resist. He had awakened zones of excitement they had never touched! 

Now they began to fondle each other's ass flesh, pushing their breasts together, and Lauren felt her thighs open. Janni was dominant here, she was basically the 'male.' Oh, but it didn't matter-their cunts simply flamed! This answered an old deep need they had known since childhood. They had simply spent too many years splitting pussy hairs! 

Lauren unglued her mouth. "Let's get on the bed. I don't want to come standing up!" 

They remembered the time they'd tried it, years earlier, posed in front of their vanity mirror. Both had crumpled to the floor at climax time, and it had been their little secret joke. This, as they scrambled on the bed, Janni on top, was no joking matter. They were into the full incestuous joining; they could have their pussy-rubs and clit comes any time they wanted them! And right now Lauren didn't give a damn. 

"Oh, we don't need him!" Lauren breathed, tipping her crotch higher. "It's so gooood!" 

"Jeeese, it sure is!" Janni gasped, hunching. "Let's get a quickie and play around later!" "Riiight!" Lauren panted. Their cunts jiggled and squished together, and then it was just the clit zones rubbing, faster and faster. The sugar-coated thrills chased from their tits down to their cunts; they sharpened, quickened, and they made it swiftly at the same ecstatic second, just like on their fingers, only this was much more exciting! 

Lauren cried out, and Janni whined as the goodies raked Lauren's bod, tensing her clit, pounding joy through her whole being, feeding an awful hunger she'd been too afraid to fully taste until Matt had drawn them together, cunt to cunt. 

They softened, panting hard, shaking in the glory of aftermath, their cunts now glued and puffed and slick with the effusions of their sexual delight. They kissed lingeringly, tongues not as busy as before, patting and caressing. 

At last Janni rolled away at Lauren's left, and they rested in their glut of satisfaction. 

"Just think of what we've been missing, honey," Janni said, not looking at Lauren. 

"Isn't it too bad we can't find a real man who could handle us both, so we could all live together," Lauren said. 

"Don't start thinking 'married,' Sis. Get rid of Jed! Hell, you could find a job, and at least we could be together." 

"And what would people say?" Lauren asked dryly. 

"In L.A, who the hell cares?" Janni said. "We could afford a bigger apartment, have guys in for fun. You know you detest Jed. He's an asshole." Lauren sighed. "I'm still kind of hung up on Matt-" 

"He'll be back. He likes having two twats. He loves to watch us fuck." 

"Speaking of which," Lauren giggled, rolling over between her sister's opening thighs, "it's my turn to do the humping!" 

They both laughed. 

Susy Hall, resting languidly on her huge round bed, stroked her favorite dildo slowly in her cunt, then out, then back in. She paused and shivered. 

A naked young Hispanic, her hired jock for the evening, rested in a chair facing the bed, his right hand fondling his long, thick cock. He was clean-looking, healthy and handsome, highly recommended by a madam Susy knew and did business with regularly. 

Susy didn't fuck her joy boys. She was very particular about who ran a prick in her. Watching them masturbate while she excited herself was good enough. In her younger years, as a starlet, she'd gotten her share of sexy men, and even a few choice chicks, but now, at thirty-two, even with all her money, the stud types she craved were not around for her. 

She had gained weight, although she still was not bad. The only man she'd seen in years that really brought her clit up hard was Matt Dodson-and he was Stella Fordham's piece. The greedy old slut! She even let him fuck around, including that sexy mulatto Stella kept handy for iezzie fucks. 

I'd give him more than she does, but if I ever caught him running his cock into another broad I'd have him killed! When I buy a prick it has to be all mine. 

Her years around Hollywood had hardened her, she knew. Pussy was a commodity, so was prick. She had used her charms to nail one of the wealthiest old fuckers in southern California, and no one would ever know how he had died. She had it all. She had been raised in a violent Italian sector of New York City, and somehow she had escaped with her cherry. 

Fresh and pretty, with some acting ability, she had soon learned how a pussy got ahead in the flick industry-give the right people some cunt. Even then, she hadn't made it to the big-time. Anyway, she was into the big time money now-and fuck all those freaks and weirdos in the picture biz. 

Now she decided who honked her. An Italian count had been the last one, and after a memorable week on the Riviera, he had suddenly disappeared. Later she learned he had married an extremely rich Argentine broad. 

"About ready to squirt your load, Pedro?" she cooed. 

"I can bring it off any time," he smiled. 

It was very tempting. He had about ten inches, a huge pair of nuts, but he simply didn't measure up as a person. Any guy who sold his cock like this was a freak, anyway. 

"I'm about there," she breathed, stroking the dildo faster. She'd been teasing herself for half an hour, playing with her rounded tits, turning the vibrator on and off, thinking about Matt Dobson. 

Pedro grinned his mechanical grin, pumped his cock a little slower. Men didn't need too much actual sliding to bring their seed. She'd been very disappointed with her first fuck, given to a middle-aged director. He'd got off in her tender pussy almost immediately, then admired the blood on his prick, blood from her broken hymen. That rotten fucker! He'd gotten her a couple of walk-ons, and then kicked her ass out. 

When she thought of all the young panting Italian guys who had tried for her cherry, gone off in their pants while groping her pretty body, the idea of men in general made her sick. She had drifted into being an older woman's lez piece, and that hadn't done much for her, either. 

She had started masturbating at eleven and she'd never really stopped. It was the only way she could fully satisfy her needs, which were even stronger now than before. Matt had stirred her the first time she'd seen him. Somehow she simply had to have him! 

"Now, baby, now!"she gasped, driving the dildo swiftly in and out. She watched her dark, long nipples poke out, then feasted her eyes on Pedro. His swarthy face twisted, his hips lifted, and the circumcised head of his prick tensed. He groaned. 

A stream of white juice spurted from his cock-head, arching out to plop on the carpet, and she had her goodies. "Fuuuuuck I" she cried loudly. "Fuuuuuuuuck! " 

The sweet hammering in her loins was luscious! Her cunt tightened with voluptuous quickness, her big boobs jiggled, her thighs trembled. She turned on the power. The swift vibrations of the dildo made her after-pangs almost as wonderful as the orgasm itself. 

She cut the power, slumped back on her pillows, eyes closed. A vision of Matt swam in front of her, and she pumped the dildo for the last tingly thrills. Pedro rested in the chair, cock shrinking, a blank expression on his face. 

"Out,"she said, pointing at the bedroom door. 

He left quickly, without a word. He'd left his clothes in the living room. Tomorrow she'd send a check for three hundred bucks to the madam, deductible as an entertainment expense. She was turned on enough now to finish the evening by herself, she and her three-speed vibrating cock. 

She would need at least nine or ten more orgasms. And with each one she would imagine that Matt's prick was sounding her deeps. He would love her Spanish-styled villa in Nassau, plenty of servants, oodles of fucking. 

If he was very good, she might let him sample one of those young, eager native girls-while she watched. Stella said it was a hell of a turn-on, seeing him pour the cock to Rona Hall. But he would have to prove himself, be faithful until she gave the word. 

She sighed and began her fun evening. 

Chapter Seven 

"I was surprised you'd have lunch with me," Steve Lang said to Janni. 

"When I saw you looking at me in the window, I just couldn't resist," Janni smiled. She wore the outfit she'd been modeling, snug fashion pants, a snug shirt unbuttoned halfway down the front, no bra. 

They were in a small cafe across the street from Wellman's Department Store, where she worked. Steve was the contractor in charge of remodeling the Men's Shop. He was big, rugged, tanned, and it was not from playing golf-he worked outside a lot. 

"First time a foxy blonde like you ever asked me out," he grinned boyishly. "Even for a sandwich." 

She giggled, leaning forward enough so he could see down inside her shirt. "Girls do ask nowadays." 

It was Friday. Since Jed was still gone, Janni and Lauren had decided to hit a few likely bars that evening, hoping for excitement-but maybe they wouldn't have to! 

Steve was unattached, she had learned that before ever approaching him. Several girls in the store had tried to date him, and learned enough to whet their girlish appetites, but he hadn't nibbled. Janni now knew why. His wife had died less than a year earlier. 

"Since I'm being bold, I'll go the whole route," she said, giving him a fullvoltage look. "What about a date tonight, Steve?" 

He grinned. "Aren't I a little old for you, Janni?" 

"No. I bet you're not even thirty." 

"Add two," he said. "And you must be about nineteen." 

"Add two," she giggled. "Okay?" 

"Sure," he chuckled. "I'd like to go out. What did you have in mind?" 

/ want to have a fun evening and then fuck you, she said with her eyes. I need to get that old fucker of a Matt Dodson out of my mind. Tonight Lauren will just have to sit on it. Or play with it. As wonderful as she is, we just can't keep on fucking each other. 

Steve Lang was getting a stiff on. He'd always gotten his share before meeting Ella, but he had never dated a sweet, young, leggy, model-contoured piece like Janni. Even since his studding days the girls had grown bolder. He hadn't cheated on Ella, but it was high time he sampled some of this available pussy. 

He had grown up and learned the contracting business in Wyoming, where good-looking cunts were few and far between. Here in L.A. they were everywhere. People said it was an overflow from Hollywood, or Mother Nature was growing them sexier out here. When they saw a stud they wanted, they went right after him. 

The best lookers were always smarter, had fine jobs, a car, an apartment, and an eager set of glands. In front of him was about the prettiest one he'd seen lately, and she was ready. Those fine high titties looked as firm as melons, and what a sweet tight ass! 

When they started comparing addresses and exchanging phone numbers, they learned his shop and yard were only six miles from her apartment. He had built quarters above his office to save the cost of a night watchman and a bundle on insurance. When she said her married sister worked in Lohman's Drug Store, he realized he traded there now and then. 

"I've noticed that fine-looking blonde in there," he said. 

"She's my sister," Janni exclaimed. "We're real close." 

"But she's got a husband," he said. "I don't touch the married ones. Funny, she doesn't act very married." 

"I'll tell you about it," she said. "Later. . ." By ten o'clock that night they were in Ms apartment. They'd had dinner at an Italian restaurant, and Janni was glowing, full of good food and wine. She wore a dress, which she didn't often do; it was even modestly cut. But underneath was only her pantyhose, very black and sheer, and heels, natch. 

He poured more wine and they sat on the sofa in his living room. It was not elaborate, but it had been cleaned very recently. A woman's touch here and there. A stud like him didn't have to look far for a livein. 

She slid in close at his left. Her skirt slithered back, and she didn't bother to straighten it. She had already used his John and found that her pussy was wet, slightly puffed. His arm went across her shoulders; he breathed in her hair. 

"Damn, you're beautiful," he murmured. "Every man in Sardi's wanted to get his hands on you, Janni." 

"Well, I want your hands on me," she whispered. 

He trembled, his left arm tightened, went down to her waist, and she half turned, her mouth waiting. As their mouths met, his right hand came up to her titties. He seemed hesitant with his tongue, so she stroked hers into his mouth. Ohhh, he felt terrific! 

Her frock had an opener in front, and he negotiated it with skill, his warm and strong hand sliding inside on her bare flesh. She opened her lips farther, and his tongue drove in. He was good with her tits, and she tried not to compare him with Matt. 

She whined. Her left hand went to his cock bulge, and she caressed it with trembling fingers. He had it, lots of it! She felt his young strength. No wonder! He was about half Matt's age. When he finally lifted her titties out, they stopped kissing and both looked at her boobs. 

"Man, oh man!" he breathed, tweaking her rosy hard nipples. 

"Love it!" she giggled. She pressed his swollen lump and opened her thighs. Her skirt went back to her crotch. 

"You still look about nineteen," he chuckled. His play hand dropped to her thighs, and he began to work in toward her pussy. Oh, her clit was standing up hard. 

"Well, don't guys your age like that young stuff?" 

"You fox!" he murmured. His hand touched her cunt mound, his head came down to her titties, and his lips closed around a nipple. Just what she needed, lots of nice handiwork on her bod, his mouth on her boobs-and later, maybe on her cunt! 

Poor Lauren! Janni had called her before Steve had picked her up, and of course Janni had bragged a little. Lauren remembered seeing Steve in the drugstore. She had evidently flirted with him. He'd said Lauren hadn't acted 'very married.' That certainly hadn't bothered Matt. 

She had to stop thinking about her sister and 85 

concentrate on her new boyfriend. So what if Lauren did find out who Matt really was-she couldn't afford him. He was too old. Something spineless and shallow about him. 

Now Janni felt an ebbing of her passion! Oh, that just wouldn't do, at all. Oh, she did like Steve, she needed a good fucking, but why couldn't she turn on the way she had with Matt and Lauren? Well, first time in bed might be tentative, even with a real handsome guy. She was determined to be a good piece! Men like him didn't show up every day. 

She opened her thighs, arched her titties out, and hunched up against his hand. He shivered, moving his mouth to her other nipple. His cock was very hard now, and she reached for his zipper. 

Steve was not used to such boldness. It excited him in a way he hadn't known for a long time. He sensed that maybe she was trying a little too hard, but much better this way than sitting there limp, wanting him to do all the work. 

"In the bedroom?" he murmured as her fingers crawled in on his briefs. 

"I thought you'd never ask!" she sighed. "That's a neat big cock, honey!" 

He shuddered. She had the words up front, too. He stood, his prick sliding up along his belly, and she leaped to her feet. He steered her into his apartment. He'd had his regular cleaning woman in that afternoon. He was going to let in just the light from the living room, but she found a lamp and turned it on. Giggling, posing in front of his dresser with the mirror, she removed the dress. Thin bikini panties, lace-trimmed black. She stood in those and her heels, rocking her butt, legs apart. Sonofabitch! He hadn't had a strip show with a cunt for many a moon. 

Grinning, he was soon naked. She stared at his high-slanted cock, all nine inches of it, and her puffed lips made an !O' shape. Looking better all the time, man. He moved toward her. She uttered a little yelp and ducked away-but he caught her easily. He burned his hard-on against her belly and drove his tongue into her mouth. Damn! 

Finally he had her spread out on the bed. She was still squirming, giggling, protesting weakly, until he got a finger in her pussy, her panties slipped down, and her moan of delight, her slow uphunch, told him what he wanted to know. 

In seconds her wet-crotched panties were on the floor and her mouth glued to his again, while he fingered her pussy. He liked to hand-come his dates if they were willing, and almost to a girl they loved it. Her hand was going after his prick in a very starved manner, and in a very knowing motion. 

Girls who hadn't read a book on foreplay just weren't in it, and besides it was fun. She was acting some of it, but her cunt was wet, and it would be about right around his meat. Her clit stood up there good. He teased around it and she moved her tongue faster. He kept it going, she whined and tensed. She tipped her hips higher, he cozied her little clit faster, faster-and she went off. He drove his finger deep. 

Her mouth jerked free, and she cried out, her pretty face twisting. Her hips bucked. Gooood sign. Some just didn't move their ass when they had their pops. 

"Ohh, oh, oh, ohhhh!" she gasped, finishing, her fingers tight around his cock. 

"Fine, fine!" he murmured, pumping his finger in and out, feeling the little after-twitches of her box. Hmmmmm. 

"You're so neat with my pussy, honey 1" she gurgled. 

"I hope you want to come back for more," he murmured, sliding over between her long, beautiful shanks. 

"Natch!" she gushed, her thighs angling back. She reached down and guided his cock to her up-curved box. It went in slowly, and her eyes closed, her face went taut. 

"Damn!" he said, his prick tensing. 

"Ohhhh, Jeeeeese!"she whispered. 

Carefully he began to fuck her. Years ago he had learned the basics of fucking by eavesdropping on a middle-aged couple who lived next door to the family home in Cody. It was all audio, but he didn't need to see; the bed squeaks told everything. He had trouble believing that a man and woman could go at it that long. 

They always fucked at least half an hour before old John broke his load. His wife got three or four during the fuck and then yelled out when he went off. By that time he had usually jacked out two or three shots. He couldn't wait that fucking long. 

He still hadn't mastered the art the way John had, two or three pokes, then a long pause, but he was doing better. John had been damn near sixty. His wife had been at least fifteen years younger. Steve figured he had a lot of years left to learn how to hold back and let the girl go off several times. 

Of course, he still could shoot at least twice an evening, sometimes three loads. Depended on the cunt and how she went for his cock. Already he could tell this was going to be a tenminute fuck. She was new and fresh and young, and he hadn't gotten off in a pussy in quite a while. 

He realized suddenly that she was starting to fake it. Her rosy nipples softened; her expression, though pleasant, was not twisted with passion, and her cunt was not as wet as it had been earlier. Shit. He'd run into this before-a good looker going through the motions, rather easy to play to a climax, but poor in bed. 

No wonder, though. Girls grew up masturbating, like boys. The sex center was the clit, the cunt was just there so the man could jack off in it. All her beauty and foxiness and most of it was a sham. Well, he'd bury a big load in it, maybe another one, and take her home. At least he was fucking a ten, and that pleased his ego. 

"I flunked," Janni said to her sister. It was Thursday evening, and Lauren had dropped over to Janni"s apartment. 

"Well, he did fuck you. Or so you said," Lauren answered dryly. "What did you expect on the first date?" 

"I made it on his hand, but not his prick!" Janni sighed. "I wish you'd been there-" 

"He sounds pretty square," Lauren said. "You think he would go for two pussies?" 

"He knows we're sisters. Jeeeese! I could ask, but I don't think he'll call me anymore. Nice big cock and it was real fun till he got it in me. It didn't hurt, or anything--but I jusf turned off. Oh, it was awful!" 

"Maybe we ought to go to a shrink," Lauren said. "We shouldn't have fucked. I keep thinking about it, and I want some of it right now!" 

"I had one before I went to work this morning, but it wasn't very good," Janni admitted. "Here we are, hung up on an old gigolo-and I bet we never see him again, either!" 

"Forget that old bastard!" Lauren exclaimed. She slid closer to her sister on the sofa. "I do need a fuck real bad, honey. We come so damn good together!" 

Jannni shivered. Ever since her sexy sister had wiggled into the apartment, all gussied up in fashion pants, heels and a revealing shirt opened down past her tits, Janni had started feeling the urge, too. They couldn't lie to each other. Every nuance of emotion showed. 

"Okay, let's get in on the bed," Janni sighed. "I'm just as wet as you are." 

At the bedroom doorway they met face to face, and their bodies and mouths and tits flamed together. They both were shaking with excitement and lust. 

This has been waiting to happen since we were just kids! Lauren thought. God! We don't need a man, really. Last night I had three on my fingers, and I dreamed about Janni every time I went off! It's wrong, but we can't help it. 

They stood apart and began flinging clothes, both breathing unevenly. Naked, they ran to Janni's bed and tumbled across it, Janni on top, her sweet hot cunt jammed into Lauren's upraised cunt. Every clinging kiss, every touch, was sheer sex magic. 

Matt had brought them together, but they sure didn't need him anymore! Oh, their cunts were made for each other. If they ever did find a man, it would have to be a double-up on him. Lauren had already made up her mind to divorce Jed. She was going to move in here with Janni. From now on they'd be a team. Lauren knew, with her looks and talent, she could find work in no time. 

"Ohhh, honey!" Janni panted, jiggling her hips faster. 

"Bring it, sweet!" Lauren cried. "Fuck me hard!" 

"Ohhh, Jeeeese-ohhhh!" Janni panted. "It's coming, ohhh, it's coming real goooood!" 

With her legs far back, her crotch angled high, their cunts were squishing and grinding together as Lauren felt the achy stings of her lust tear through her loins and throb from her clit! Ohhh, her cunt mouth tightened in luscious spasms and she felt her sister's cunt answering. 

They squealed in unison. Lauren missed the thrusting hardness inside her vagina, but she would not miss it for long. She had brought several 'personal' vibrators from the drugstore display. They would have the kind of party both had dreamed about since their early teens . . . together, always together. . . . 

Steve Lang was about to hang up when Janni finally answered. She sounded breathless. 

"Steve here," he said. 

"Oh,"she answered, almost cool. 

"I'd like to take you out again, if you'd like," he said weakly. 

"It wasn't very good for you, was it?" she said. "When you got your cock in me, I fizzled." 

He blushed, even though no one could see it. She was hurt, angry. He blurted, "Hell, you're a terrific girl, Janni-" 

"Well, you can come over to see me right now, stud," she giggled. "I'm all turned on, my pussy's slick, I just'got off. You'd have to fuck my sister, too. We could have a real party!" 

He sat in shock for a few seconds. "You must be drunk." 

"Drunk on sex!" she laughed, her voice still strange. "Well, are you coming over? Remember, my sister's used to taking cock. She could really skin it for you!" 

"Forget it!" he snarled, and dropped the receiver. Had she really just made it with her own sister? Southern California freaks. Fucking for him was a one-on-one thing. He didn't see how he could handle two incestuous siblings. 

Or maybe she was laughing at him, making up the whole thing. It didn't matter, he was through with that cunt. First time His Back Was Turned She'd Be Making It With Some Other Girl. Disgusting! Pussy Was Made For Prick. Chapter Eight 

"You were pretty rough on him, honey," Lauren said to Janni. "I wouldn't mind fucking him." 

"Ah, he's so square it's pitiful," Janni said, sexily stretching out on the bed. "Come on, hand me one of those dildoes. We might as well do it all!" 

Lauren shuddered. She'd sold a lot of the things at the drugstore-they were fast movers-but she hadn't tried it. There were four sizes, ranging in length from five inches to twelve, the longer ones being thicker. The biggie with the foot-long shaft had created some laughs from customers, but she'd sold only one of them. 

The middle-aged woman who'd bought it had smiled and winked at Lauren. "I'd rather have some left over than not enough!" 

The two had become rather good friends. Mona's husband was in a wheelchair, and her doctor had recommended a dildo. She had confided to Lauren later that the whole idea had been a terrible shock to her, but the thing was satisfying her needs. 

"You want a Mini, Medium, Maxi or Monster?" Lauren giggled. 

"Maxi," Janni laughed. "Matt kind of spoiled me." 

Lauren crawled on the bed at her sister's left, taking the Medium. The pink, slightly knobbed cock-shaped plastic thing still bugged her a little. Would it really fill the bill? The convenient handle and the three-speed vibrator feature were great selling points. As usual, Janni was bolder. She pushed the knob into her uptilted pussy and slid it carefully home. 

"Ohhhh, funnn!"she laughed. She stroked it in and out, in and out. Already the shaft was shiny with cunt juice. Her left hand went to her pretty, puffy tits, and she flicked the switch to 'low.' 

"Wow!" she gasped, and quickly turned off the power. "I don't want to go off that soon." 

Lauren made her move. Oh, it was neat. She had warmed them in the bathroom. The knob hit bottom, and a shower of thrills spread through her loins. Jab, jab, jab. Whooopeeeee! 

"Isn't this terrific, honey!" Janni giggled, pumping her cock, playing with her boobs. A light flush colored her throat. Her long legs quivered. She stopped fucking herself and rested. Lauren stroked, too, right up to the edge of her orgasm. Ohhh! 

She rested back on her pillow, savoring the anticipation. This was better than fingers! Watching each other was now more delightful than ever. When some curious frustrated broad asked about the dildoes, she could speak with authority. 

"I gotta get one, honey!" Janni breathed, poking faster. Her pretty face twisted in its familiar intimate way, her titties arched upward, her long legs jerked and she stroked the cock swiftly. . , . 

Love it, love it! Janni thought, her clit tensing as the honey spurted from it. Jeeeeeesus. I can hit it just when it feels the best! Like on my fingers, but BETTER! 

"Ohhh, ohhh, OHHH!" she cried shrilly. Her cunt was clenching in delirious cadence. It was a real biggie! 

Now she heard Lauren going off, and Janni recovered enough to watch her sister. Lauren was getting hers with the vibrations, the handle dancing in her grip. It was damn good for her. She moaned and bucked her hips, her tits shaking dramatically. 

"Ohhh-fuck, fuck, fuck!" Lauren cried. 

Somehow Lauren's orgasms always lasted longer than Janni's. Maybe they were even sweeter! They had discussed it and decided it was because Lauren had been sexually active longer. 

The girls rested, snuggling closer, and the bond between them seemed even stronger. As soon as Jed returned from Omaha to take charge of the drugstore, Lauren was moving in with Janni. They had to have each other, man or no man. On Friday morning Linda Field got the word from the engineering department at Western Computers. Her boss, Purdy, stood in front of her desk, his face white. 

"You really fucked up good, Linda." 

"What do you mean, Mister Purdy?" 

"That hundred-grand design was phony. The blueprints were of an ordinary black and white TV set!" 

She felt cold water run through her body, all the way down to her pussy. That rotten, fucking Matt Dodson! This could be her ass. 

"I'm no engineer," she said, controlling her voice. "I took what he had. I gave you the microfilm." 

Purdy scowled, pacing back and forth. "Somebody on the other end got wise. We got to teach that asshole a lesson. Now, here's what we do. . ." 

Stella Fordhatn, resting in a padded chair at the rim of her big swimming pool, decided that tonight, Saturday, was the evening when Matt earned his money. It was now early afternoon. He rested at her left, sipping iced tea, looking very fit and sexy in the brief swim trunks. Her bikini was modestly cut. She simply didn't have the figure at forty-two she'd had at half that age. 

Her women friends still envied her, though. Her tits still were firm, her waist trim and her ass and legs were better than a lot of broads had at thirty. Rigid dieting and exercise had kept her 'looking good.' 

She knew Matt had photographed her joke blueprints, and it seemed odd that he was acting so pleased with himself. He had met Linda Field and had been there long enough to fuck her. Then, the next day he had driven to a savings and loan outfit out in the valley and made a deposit. 

Arthur Frost, the detective, always gave detailed reports. Matt wouldn't pass up a sexy-looking filly like Linda-the cunts just couldn't leave him alone. 

Rona Hall wiggled out onto the patio, delicious in a red mini-bikini. She paraded in front of Stella and Matt, waving her tits and ass, and Stella felt a strong tingle in the twat. She'd had a touch of flu and hadn't fucked the young mulatto, or anyone else, in a week. She was ready, 

"You haven't been in to see me lately, stud," she purred, looking down at Matt's cock bulge. 

"He's been getting some on the side, honey," Stella said. "As usual." 

Matt grinned, opening his strong, tanned legs. "I always have enough for you two girls." 

"Well, come on over here and start heating me up for a big night," Stella smiled. Sometimes she needed a whole day of frivolity to get a real hard-on for cock. With just Rona, a couple of hours was enough. Feeling the voluptuous mulatto come off was a hell of a turn-on. Matt was so damned cool. Beyond a doubt, there was little in sex he hadn 't experienced. 

He stood, stretched and moved behind Stella's deck chair. His hands caressed her shoulders as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "How many times you going to get off tonight, baby?" 

She trembled. His warm, expert hands slid down to her halter. He coursed his fingers across her tit bulges, not uncovering them just yet. Rona stood in front of Stella, rocking her beautiful ass, pushing her tits out, giggling. 

He murmured again. "You have the hottest cunt in town, baby. You should let me in there oftener." 

All bullshit, of course, and she loved it. He made it dirty, but not gross. Sometimes he brought her flowers with suggestive notes attached. If he was home when she went to the office, he always kissed her, ran his tongue in her mouth and squeezed her tits. He was so good for her ego. 

She could forget his little thievery for a while. Western Computers couldn't be paying him very much-they couldn't afford it. Surely by now they knew they'd been tricked, had paid Matt for a lemon. 

Some companies became very upset about things like this. She certainly didn't want some goon breaking his fingers and legs. People had been killed for a lot less than a hundred grand! She would have to put a stop to this silliness. 

Another worry had cropped up, too. At a recent party she had noticed that rich cunt of a Susy Hall whispering in his ear on the dance floor. Susy's vicious nature was known. Everybody who had any sense realized she had murdered her husband for his wealth, only no one could prove it. She wanted Matt, and might go very high for him. She had real estate all over Los Angeles County. She was a good ten years younger than Stella, had been in a few movies as a starlet and knew how to display her body and face. 

But the word was that she'd permit no fooling around. If she bought a prick, she wanted all of it. Matt would never go for that drill. Staying 'true' to one pussy was like asking him to fly under his own power. 

Now he kissed her neck below her right ear and gently unfastened her halter. His expert fingers ran across, under and around her boobs like they were studded with diamonds. God, he was wonderful! Her nipples perked out, tingles ran from them down her bod to her clit. 

He nibbled her earlobe and whispered, "tonight I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk, baby." 

She softened back in the chair, eyes closed, drinking in the sweet sensations. Time for a breather now. He knew it, gave her tits a parting squeeze, and returned to his chair. 

"Looks like you're gettin' up faster'n usual, honey," Rona cooed, long legs apart, her thinly covered cunt aimed right at Stella. 

"It's real good today," Stella laughed. "Are you juicy?" 

"I could use a couple," Rona giggled. 

"I can bring your fun, or Matt can, or why don't you just do it yourself. I love to watch you work on your bod, honey." 

Rona laughed, removed her mini halter and panty, and moved a chair in front of Stella. She spread out, knees almost touching Stella's knees, and started her cunt and tittie play. She knew who was boss. 

She had trimmed the black fuzz on her cunt so that the thick labia showed clearly, and her slit was getting shiny with pussy lubricant. Standard procedure. Left hand on her tits, right hand on her twat. 

Matt watched, too, but he wasn't even hard. He'd seen it before. He didn't show his cock because he knew Stella was not wild about that until much later on. They did what she liked, or else. These two sex machines cost her a bundle, 

Stella fit her hands on her own naked tits as Rona began her fun trip. She didn't have long fingernails, and the main reason was clear. She ran her longest digit in her cunt and fit her thumb just below the strong thick nub of her clit, which was now showing, dark pink. She loved to tickle her urethra. 

"Nnnnnnn!" she groaned, caressing her thick dark nipples, wiggling her play hand. She pouted her sensual lips, running her tongue in and out. She knew Stella liked to see that, too. 

Now Rona paused and rested, dragging it out, as any smart girl did for the best sensations. Her cunt lips were swelling, a hint of coral inner flesh showed around her finger. She hunched her ass, and slowly began her hand play again. 

Her clit enlarged, she was breathing faster, and she stopped her movements just in time. 

"Good girl," Stella giggled. "You're getting better." 

"You taught me that," Rona breathed. "Sure is hell to hold it sometimes!" Matt sighed. He'd heard shit like this a dozen times, watched these two get it on, except that Stella was slower than a slow freight. He got so fucking bored with it all. Rona would bust her fun pretty soon, yell and twist her ass; then she'd start fooling around with Stella. 

He'd have to call Lauren again, meet her and her leggy sister at the cottage. He was sure they'd go for it. Janni was worth another big gush or two of his jism. He had even plucked her cherry. She'd be out after more cock, once she'd had a taste of it, and Lauren was always fine humping. 

Linda Field needed more of his prick, too. That was really choice; she thought he was right up there next to Casanova. She had a thing for mature men. Part of his skill was banging them better and harder than they'd ever had it, and he was a master at the art. 

Maybe he'd take Linda to a fancy motel or some neat resort not too far away. His cock began to swell in spite of himself. Rona was getting her goodies now, her cunt mouth spasming around her plunging finger, her clit pulsing. Her cry of pleasure reminded him of a jungle animal squealing in the night. 

He'd been there too many times. She was no longer exciting. On top of that, she was a dumb cunt. But then, how the hell smart was he, living off wealthy broads most of his life. Maybe he and Rona were too much alike, selling it. 

"Damn, that was a big one, Stella!" Rona cooed, resting. 

Stella giggled. "Let's go in on a bed now. You can nibble around on me." She glanced over at Matt. "Don't leave the house, darling." 

"Wouldn't think of it, baby," he smiled. "Think I'll take a swim." He posed so she could see his half-hard cock inside the trunks. She giggled, then she and Rona left the patio, hands on each other's ass. Fucking lezzies. 

He felt good about that hundred grand. He had checked the safe, looking for more classified stuff, but had found nothing. Too soon yet. 

Knowing Stella and Rona would be busy for a couple of hours or so while the old cunt built up a good head of steam, during which time Rona would pop off a dozen times or more, he walked into the den, closed the door and dialed Linda's number. She took it on the second ring. 

"Your big stud here, baby," he said in his sexiest tone. 

"Oh, Matt! How nice. Uh, do you have something new to trade?" 

"No, but I'd like to get in your panties again." 

She giggled. He knew he was thrilling her. "When?" 

"What about tomorrow night?" He'd have Stella banged good by ten tonight, at the latest. She had started early. He could sleep half of Sunday and be in good shape. 

"Oh, wonderful!" she breathed. She sounded like he already had a finger on her clit and his tongue in her mouth. 

"Good. I'll pick you up at your apartment about eight." 

She giggled some more, and they cut it off. 

Linda shivered, her right hand pressing her cunt mound. She'd just showered, preparing to go shopping, but there was no hurry. Frankly, she'd had nothing else to do. A dull weekend had stretched ahead-but not anymore! She wished their date was tonight. That old broad of a Stella surely had him tied up at home. 

The towel fell from her upper body. She rested back in the chair and savored the anticipation. She didn't like Purdy's plan, but he had told her to play Dodson along, act innocent. Tomorrow evening would be just for fun. 

Damn. Her nipples were stiffening and she felt pussy wetness on her palm. Just his voice could turn her on, high. Should she save it all for him, or have a nice hot quickie? She just couldn't resist. She walked in her bedroom, where she'd had such a glorious fucking, spread out and started her pussy fun trip. 

Oh! Her clit was as hard as the tip of her little finger. He had been in her thoughts for days, he had colored her whole life, and she could care less that he was at least twice her age. She had read his file a dozen times. He had fucked hundreds of women and girls. He was a no-good gigolo. And she was nuts about him-ridiculous, but true. 

What she had read about women giving up everything for 'love' had sounded unreal-but already she had secretly considered trying to corner him for herself. She couldn't afford him. She made very good money for a girl her age, but she had noticed that his shoes alone cost more than she earned in one week. 

While she was at work he'd be screwing other girls, maybe even charging them fees! Why did she get tangled up with such an animal? It was a wonder that some jealous broad hadn't killed him. 

Already she was about to come! She gripped her left tittie, rubbed her clit zone with the heel of her hand and felt the sweet, achy throbs of her goodies. She squealed! Her hips jerked up and down, her tits arched high, and she could almost feel that huge cock pumping in her cunt. . . . 

Susy Hall's secretary put the call through to her bedroom. A man, Elaine had said. Susy lifted the receiver. "Yes?" 

"Matt here," came the vibrant virile tones. 

Her heart thumped, her clit tingled. She had been trying to decide what frock to wear to a party that evening, and now wore only a robe. 

"Have you made up your mind about leaving dear Stella?" she asked, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice. 

"Not exactly," he answered, teasingly. 

"My proposition still holds,"she said. 

"How do I know how good you are in bed if I don't try it?" he asked. He was sounding very independent. 

"I learned how to skin a prick years ago, darling," she answered dryly. "No preview fucks." 

"I'll clang your bell better than anyone ever did, baby," he chuckled. "How many times can you get off on one date?" 

She trembled. He knew how this kind of talk stirred her. Maybe she should try the shoe on before buying it. 

"Call me in a few days," she said. 

"That's better. One good fuck won't hurt you." "Bastard,"she hissed. "I'm going to a party and now you've got me all turned on." She hesitated. "You sound different, stud. Something happened?" 

"You could say that," he hinted. 

She opened her robe and pressed her cunt. She was wet along the slit, her clit was rising and stinging. When she didn't answer, he chuckled. 

"Got your hand on it? Go ahead and get one, and I'll encourage you over the phone." 

"Oh, damn you!" she flared, and dropped the ornate receiver. He was filthy. He could read her like a book, and he hadn't even kissed her. Or played with her tits, or her cunt. She stood, moving to her wide vanity. Her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples stood out against the sheer cling of her robe. 

Fuck that party. She returned to the phone and dialed the number of her madam. She simply had to enjoy a Saturday night blowout. Two young pretty foxes would do nicely. She would prove to herself she didn't have to have prick. 

If he didn't call by Tuesday or Wednesday, she would call him. Unless he answered she would simply hang up. Imagine, chasing an asshole like him! She had run off dozens of fortune-hunters, some not so bad. She had to have the hots for another woman's paid-for piece. 

She used the phone again and cancelled the party date. A bunch of hens, anyway. Sitting around on their pampered asses, telling each other lies. She stretched out on her expensive bed and waited for the girls to arrive. 

Chapter Nine 

Matt was resting at the edge of the pool after a swim when the intercom buzzed. Only nine o'clock-he'd have her bred in good time. He moved inside and walked up the curved stair to her lavish bedroom. Stella rested on her butt in the center of the bed, naked. Rona appeared to be in the John; he heard water running. 

"Looks good," he grinned, sliding his wet trunks to the expensive carpet. Her tits were fully swollen, her box expanded to reveal the pink inner labia. A pink flush spread across the upper slopes of her boobs. 

"That looks delicious!"she cooed, staring at his stiffening cock. She writhed her ass, waving her legs. He never knew exactly what Rona did for two or three hours before he was called for her twice-amonth prick and spurt of semen. Stella's mouth was always swollen, so they evidently did a lot of kissing, and surely some mutual cunnilingus. Rona said she got off a lot of times, but made sure Stella didn't. The old cunt sure took a long time to turn on. 

He sank down at her right, as usual. She giggled happily, took his prick in her right hand as he fit his play hand on her cunny. Very juicy. Leaning over, he sucked one nipple, then the other, and gently pushed his middle finger into her cunt. She whined, her face twisted. Her soft, warm fingers played along his prick, down to his nuts; then she held her hand against her nose to breathe in the male aroma. 

"Ohhh, darling!" she breathed, thrusting up on his hand. 

"Gonna come real hard for me today, baby? " he murmured. 

"Yesss!" she whispered, returning her eager hand to his cock. She squeezed it and shuddered. He teased her urethra, moved his cunt-slick finger up to her clit. He caressed it carefully, around the root, feeling it tense. 

"Neat hard-on today, baby," he said around a nipple. 

Rona came out of the John, naked. She moved around so Stella could watch her, opened her long, light-brown thighs and spread her puffed-out la-bia. Her pink girlie-cock was quite clearly visible. She clenched the mouth of her cunt. 

"Ohhh!" Stella panted. "Ohhhh, Matt-I'm ready!" 

Rona giggled, undulating her ass. He took the two fat pillows that were always handy, and fit them beneath Stella's ass. Her thighs swung away back, and she let go of his cock. 

He poised for his stroke, shoulders high, knees apart. Carefully he nudged his cockhead between her labia, flexed his prick and slid it home. She moaned fiercely, her face contorted. Her hands went to her tits. He drew way out, stroked in very hard and fast. 

"Come off, baby!" he urged. "Come off hard!" 

She cried out, her cunt began fluttering around his meat, her hands dug at his shoulders, and just as she started coming he did what he was being paid for-he hunched with bull-like fury into her twitching cunt. It took her seconds longer than most women to hit the peak. She huffed and puffed, she strained and yelled, and she didn't actually top out until his prick throbbed and he spurted his achy load into her box. 

Her cunt churned, her flesh tightened with swift sweet clenches, her legs kicked, her head whipped from side to side. She was having her goodies around a prick--at long last. The violent after-pangs wrenched her entire body. Her arms and thighs tightened around him convulsively. 

She softened, panting like an old steam engine on TV, and pushed at him. He lifted away, his cock fell out of her cunt, still creamed with his load, and he walked out of the bedroom. Rona was settling between her employer's thighs before the door closed. The mulatto always 'finished' the fuck. He went to his room, found a towel and wiped off his outfit. Two weeks of freedom now. He stretched out on his bed for a rest, thinking about Linda Field. 

"Honey," Stella said to Rona, "I sure wish you could do that for me. I wouldn't need a man." 

"I know," Rona giggled. "Get right down to it, there just ain't nothin' like a big hard cock goin' off." 

"Does he get off in you, honey?" Stella asked. 

"Ain't for quite a while. I told you that before, darlin'," Rona giggled. "He sure can make a fuck last. He gets me coming off so much I don't care if he blows his wad or not!" 

They both laughed. It was nice to have a man around the house-and to show off to that greedy cunt, Susy Hall. She sure wanted him. Stella wondered how high she'd gone. 

Susy watched her two young concubines prepare for their duties. On such short notice the madam had come up with some fine-looking pussy. The blonde fox was on the short plump side, the redhead had showgirl legs, narrow ass and her tits, weren't as heavy as the blonde's. Both looked around nineteen. 

"Panties and heels for starters," Susy giggled, stretched on her bed. The thin wrapper was draped across her cunt, but her tits were out. She was proud of them, plenty of girls ten years younger couldn't match her boobs. 

"Boy, this sure is some place!" the blonde cooed. Her name was Tammy. The redhead called herself Zena. 

"You girls have a drink if you like," Susy said, waving at the refreshment table. "But no pot or anything up your nose except a finger." 

"We're clean," Zena giggled, the first to strip. Her bikini panties were Sight green. Tammy wore black, of course, the traditional color for blondes. Her tits were gorgeous, round, high and firm-looking. Such tiny pink nipples. 

"We belong to the Actors' Guild," Tammy said proudly. "TV commercials, you know." 

"I made my side money on a director's couch," Susy laughed. 

"This is gonna be funnn!" Tammy bubbled. "You're cool, Susy. You got it. Where's your man, overseas or something?" 

"I just buy one when I get a hard-on for cock," Susy said. "Come here, Tammy, and fool around with me, huh?" 

"I'll have a little drinkie," Zena said, wiggling over to the bedroom bar setup. "I'm glad you aren't into whips and leather and some of that freaky shit." 

"I like my pussy straight, honey," Susy giggled. 

Zena twitched her pretty ass and curved her tits out. They were pointy, little-girl boobs, with dark red nipples with wide, lighter red areola. Susy felt a tingle. As Tammy crawled down at Susy's right, she relaxed and let the blonde start the action. 

"I haven't done this much," Tammy murmured, her right hand creeping to Susy's tits. 

"All the better," Susy purred. "Got a stiff pecker for some guy, huh?" 

"Yes, but he can't even see me! He's fucking one of those Junior Miss models. Jeeeese, she's only about eighteen" 

Their cheeks touched, then their mouths, and Tammy's tongue writhed in, her full red lips opening wide. Her play hand felt wonderful on Susy's boobs. From the corner of her eye she saw the leggy redhead standing at the foot of the bed, a drink in her left hand, her right hand on her panty-covered cunt. 

Now her fingers went inside the panties. She spread her legs, smiled and began playing with her outfit. Watching a girl masturbate was a neat turn-on for Susy-she didn't really know why. Lots of men liked it, too. Tammy's hand now slid down to Susy's cunt, the warm little soft fingers caressed it as only a girl could, feathery touches, then out along the inner thigh flesh, then back home again, patting beautifully. 

Their tongues chased back and forth and Susy was having some sharp stings of arousal. Matt's call had wet her cunt, but she had freshened it since. The core of need he had excited was still there, though. Juice was flowing again; her clit was rising sweetly. Tammy's clinging mouth broke free, and she teased a finger around Susy's urethra. Nn-nnnnnn. 

"Kiss my tits now, honey," Susy murmured, curving her cunt up, spreading her legs. "Oh, you're so sexy!" Tammy breathed. Zena had just a medium turn-on, so far. The tremendous house and grounds, all this show of wealth, tingled her more than watching that chubby blonde fox do her thing with Susy. She must have millions! Damn, would I love to live here! If I give her a good fucking-It was all so impossible, though. This Hall cunt could buy the very best. And Zena knew she was not a ten, or even an eight. She had such youthful-looking tits, she was often used in bra ads. In the right outfit she could pass for sweet sixteen. There was a boyish cast to her features, the kind of look in fashion right now. 

She had made some neat tips, doing her call-girl thing with older men, especially if she pretended she was on her first pay date. Most of them knew it was shit, but studs were great dreamers. Flinching a little when they got the cock in was a big help, too. Most had very small pricks. The real stallions didn't have to buy it. 

The trouble with lez-fucking was you couldn't pretend to go off. Women knew. They also had to pay a lot more because the date often lasted longer. Some of those old cunts took hours to get off. This was a two-hunred buck night, and most men drew only a hun, for her share. She had no idea what the total fee was. Broads never tipped, though. It kind of evened out. 

She never worried about selling her cuntmillions of housewives did it all the time. The chances of her nailing some very rich old fucker were dwindling every day. You had to be very, very sexy to draw even a second glance around L.A. Fuck, maybe she'd go back home to Iowa and work in a factory. 

Susy was getting off already. Tammy had a nipple in her mouth, her hand on Susy's clit, and the rich bitch whimpered. Her face went out of shape, her thighs quivered, she bucked up on Tammy's hand. Susy wasn't that old, about in her prime, really. She was getting a pretty hard one. 

"Ohhhhh!" she gasped, relaxing, her eyes closed. "Ohhh, fuuuuck! That's goodl" 

"Oh, you come so nice!" Tammy gurgled, patting Susy's dark-haired wet box. The blonde was excited, too. They had been on two jobs together, previously. One real old man and one fat widow. The girls had taken turns eating the woman. 

For a warmup, Zena had fucked Tammy, and she'd hit her goodies right away. Zena had always been slow, she didn't even masturbate very often. Every pussy to her own pace. One minor TV assistant producer had given her what she considered a damn good fucking, but he hadn't called her again. 

She never went off with the Johns, but she could put on a hell of an act. Maybe when she was out with a guy she liked, she still pretended too much. She didn't even have a steady girlfriend. Now and then she went to a bar and picked up some hungry-looking pussy. That was fun. 

"Want me to fuck you now, Susy?" Tammy asked. Playing with a woman as attractive as Susy had Tammy's clit achy. 

"No, but I want to eat you, sweetie," Susy giggled. 

"Neat!" Tammy purred. "Me on top?" 

"Right." She looked over at Zena. "And you can eat me" 

"Love it," Zena smiled. But Tammy knew she was faking, as usual. The redhead was basically cold, but good to be on a date with; she didn't try to fuck Tammy on the way home or afterward, like some of the other chicks she'd worked with. 

Tammy appealed to all ages of females. One old broad who had Tammy over to her big home about twice a month said she was like a live teddy bear, so soft and sweet and cuddly. Several old men on the madam's list asked for her, too. She acted helpless and naive, which was pure hokum. 

Plenty of both men and women didn't want ope of those liberated, aggressive cunts. Tammy could do it, like she just had with Susy, but she was at her best on the receiving end. She gave good measure, too. She enjoyed sex, and she went off with her customers because she felt they deserved the real thing. 

She climbed over above Susy, her thighs opened, her pussy just inches from the rich woman's mouth. A mirror above the head of the bed let her see Zena start after the cunt that had just gone off. Apparently Zena 'had a mouth' for pussy. She seemed to get more assignments for cunt-nibbling than any other type. 

Susy's hands gripped Tammy's hips, drew her crotch down, and the wealthy brunette went to work. Oh, she knew how! Funny thing, women seemed to have an instinct for it. Men didn't. Like mouth-kissing. Nobody ever had to teach a girl how, and some men were terrible at it. 

"You keep that up and I'm gonna come!" Tammy breathed. 

No answer except more gentle sucking around her clit nub. Terrific! Sip, sip, tease. Stings of delight swept through Tammy's pelvis. She opened her thighs farther, whimpered with joy. Susy was going for the downs, her Sip movements quickened. 

"Yesss, make me come, honey!" Tammy gasped. 

Susy's hands dug into Tammy's ass, her mouth fastened to Tammy's tensing clit, she sucked greedily. Ohhh, the honey fun started! Tammy squealed. Her cunt mouth did its little clenching thing, the nuances of ultimate delight were simply far, far out! 

Just as she started into her after-fun, Susy pushed her away, and Tammy lifted her cunt, swinging around on her back. She took her pussy in hand and rubbed it, finishing her goodies. Susy was about ready to go off, which was why she'd signaled Tammy to move it. Zena was doing her job. 

"Ohhh, fuuuuuck!" Susy cried, her legs drawing back. "That's real good, baby!" 

Zena's red head moved in the traditional cunt-lapping fashion, staying with the clit, a finger sliding around in the cunt. Tammy rubbed her pussy 

until the luscious tingles eased away, reached over and began to fondle Susy's tits. She nodded eagerly. Zena was toying with her lust, drawing her up near the peak, then holding back. 

Tammy had loved her share of cunts with her mouth and tongue, and a girl she often went with on photo assignments was especially appreciative, although there was no money involved. A sixty-nine with Tina was just delightful. Tina didn't dare date or show up in public-she was married to a big stud of a truck driver. 

"Ohhh, pop me, honey!" Susy panted, her face twisting. 

"We're gonna bring it real good for you," Tammy breathed around a nipple. She sucked delicately, watching Zena. Zena was lipping the woman's clit for the finish. Susy yelled, her pampered body shook, her thighs jerked, and she broke it. 

"Uhhh-ohhh, oh, oh, ohhh, ohhhhhhhhhhFUUUUUUUCK!" Susy wailed. 

"Come offff!" Tammy urged. "Come off real bigl" 

Tammy hung on to the jiggling nipple. Susy clutched at Tammy while the hot pangs of joy swept the woman's body. She went off pretty damn good, much harder than before. That's what these double-up assignments were all about. Susy acted like she might hand over some tips. 

Tammy understood why so many rich old twats bought their enjoyment. They had to deal with someone they could trust. There were so many super con artists around these days, guys and broads both. Then there was blackmail. Why did the world have to be so ugly? Anything for a buck. 

"Ohhh, beautiful!" Susy sighed, patting Tammy's tits. 

"What about me?" Zena purred. She had wiped her mouth. 

"Come up here and let me thank you, too, honey," Susy smiled. "You girls are a hell of a team." 

"We'd love to visit you again, Susy," Zena purred, snuggling down at Susy's left. She fondled the redhead's tits. 

"I think we can do that," Susy giggled. She looked at Zena. "You haven't had your goodies." 

"Oh, I will!" Zena laughed. "You want to eat me, sugar?" 

"Wait till I recover!" Susy giggled. "That one took a lot out of me." 

All three laughed. Females got along so well in bed together. All it took was money. 

Chapter Ten 

Linda Field had a wet pussy before she even climbed into the car Matt was driving. He had called earlier to confirm their date, and an hour later cut flowers had arrived. No man had ever sent her flowers. It was so old-fashioned and romantic! And, ohhh, how she loved it. 

"You look terrific," he smiled, his eyes gliding along her figure. He had suggested casual dress, so she had put on her newest and tightest pants, open-down-the-front shirt, and high heels. He looked so young in his outfit, and the memory of that first date had raged through her mind all day. 

"You're not so bad yourself," she said, sliding closer. "The flowers were wonderful!" 

He drove down to Newport Beach, pulled in at a 

lounge, cafe and motel complex, and they went 

right to the bar. A lot of skin showing-apparently 

some of the customers had been down to the beach. The young blonde waitress wore an abbreviated bunny outfit, her tits underwired forward likeballoqns. 

They ordered martinis, very-dry. The waitress cooed pleasantly, giving Matt a clear view between her Goodyear Blimp boobs. She undulated away in the rosy twilight and Matt grinned. 

"She wants in your pants," Linda giggled. The round corner booth was cozy and she rubbed her left thigh against his leg. 

He reached under and squeezed her knee. "This is what /want, Legs." 

"I thought you were a titman." 

They laughed. Things were going well. They had decided not to talk business. 

She hated Purdy's plan. When Matt found out, things between them would be all over. She was going to enjoy him as often as she could before the axe fell. In some ways he was not very bright, probably the reason he'd been a paid lover most of his life. 

When had he fucked Stella Fordham last, and how often did he do it? Was there any real emotion involved? She was not bad-looking, her picture had been in the Times business section a while back. A man couldn't do as many 'tricks' as a woman whore. Ohh, but he sure made it fun! 

His hand crept inward toward her crotch, and 

she trembled. Thankfully, she had brought a fresh 

pair of panties. The ones she wore were already 

damp along her crevice. Her nipples were erect 

against her shirt. She reached over and lightly touched his basket. He grinned. 

The cocktails came and their hands remained beneath the lip of the table. The girl's tits almost fell out of her fancy decolletage. She made change, showing off. 

"Lucky you," she said to Linda. "Where'd you find a stallion like him? 

"I'm his personal secretary," Linda giggled. 

"Honey, you need any help, just call. I'm Terri, I'm off in half an hour." 

"Well, thanks, Terri," Linda said, winking. "I just might do that." 

Terri twitched, giggled, and left. Like hell I will, Linda thought. This is mine for today! I can give him all the pussy he needs. 

"She sure is casual about it," Linda said. "I shouldn't ask, but how do you manage a party with two girls?" 

"Ah, forget her," he smiled. He sipped at the martini with his left, hand and pressed her cunt mound. She drew her seeking hand back, tasted her cocktail. Good, So were the rich tingles spreading through her crotch. She was hot enough without feeling him! 

She had other, reasons to feel elated today, too. Just a few hours earlier an attorney for her Aunt Liliie's estate back in Iowa had called her. Lillie had died several weeks earlier, an extremely wealthy spinster, and the attorney said she had left the bulk of her money to Linda. 

Incredible! The papers were being sent to a prominent firm of attorneys in L.A. for finaliza-tion. They would be contacting Linda on Monday. Her share, after taxes, would be nearly five million. Properly invested, the money would mean she could live like Midas on the interest. Not that she could buy a yacht or a private jet, but God-she could travel and kiss Western Computers on the ass. 

It had also occurred to her thai-she could buy herself some prick. She might even be able to afford Matt. . . . 

"You're different today," he said, his eyes on her tits. He had noticed the change the moment he had picked her up at her apartment. Somehow he sensed the cause was not entirely sexual. He had been around a lot of brainy cunts, so he didn't really care. Susy Hall's proposition still intrigued him. 

He was sure, when he got his meat into her, he could wangle a better deal. All that shit about total fidelity had to be tossed out of the barn window, like other manure. He finished his cocktail and gave the cunt curve a squeeze. Keep her purring. 

"I feel different, too," she said. "Why don't we invite Terri over to the motel?" 

"Up to you, Linda. Ever tried it?" Cunts! 

"Nooo. I'm curious!" 

His knob tingled. The more pussy, the better. "Let her know. She's looking this way." 

Ten minutes and another martini apiece later they were in the motel unit he had reserved. Terri would be around soon. He got Linda around the waist and unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her fine, shapely tits. The small dark nipples were already stiff. 

"You are a tittleman!" she giggled, watching his fingers. 

"And you haven't been getting enough," he chuckled. 

"God, no! I want a tremendous fucking today." 

A knock on the door surprised him. He opened it and Terri slipped fragrantly inside. "I got off early, kids." 

She wore snug shorts and a halter, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders, her full lips bright carmine. About twenty-one, fresh and excited. She looked at Linda's bared tits. 

"Nice set, honey." 

"Not like yours!" Linda exclaimed. She was blushing. 

What got into me? Linda asked herself, shivering. / might turn clear off! That money's gone to my head, or to my pussy! I don't care, I'm going to havefunnnn! Won't hurt me to try some pussy. I might even like it! 

"I've ordered more drinks, my treat," Terri smiled, unfastening her halter. "Do I get some feels now, stud?" 

Matt grinned, helped her with the halter, and moved her to the edge of the king-size bed. He sat her down at his left, got her around the naked waist with his left arm and cupped her big melon breasts, one and then the other. 

Linda stared, fascinated. Her clit was lifting, a strange latent thrill hurried through her senses. She had been Miss Proper all her life. It was time to try new things. This cuddly, well-padded blonde had seen right through Linda. Out with a man twice her age, looking for excitement. 

Now he was kissing Terri. Their tongues were visibly stroking back and forth while he teased her cherry-red nipples. She had her left hand on his cock-bulge, her soft-looking thighs opened invitingly. 

Linda removed her opened shirt and peeled her fashion pants to the floor, fingers shaking. This wasn't just the gin; she loved the whole idea, the whole scene. Matt had shaken her deeply. She needed some added allurement to soften the blow of his charisma. He was no damn good, and the sooner she realized it the better. 

A rap on the door didn't draw Terri away from Matt, so Linda went to answer. It was the new waitress with a tray. She came right in, giggled, put the drinks on a table and split. Linda locked the door. Matt had his play hand inside Tern's shorts; they were still sucking tongues. 

Finally Terri broke it up, her cheeks pink, her nipples very stiff, the cones of her big tits as puffy as her mouth. 

"Mmmmmm-funnn!" she gurgled, patting Matt's basket. "I could use that drink." 

In heels and panties, Linda brought the tray over to the bed. Each took a glass. Terri slid her eyes up and down Linda's body. "You've got it, honey. Are you a model?" 

"No. I bet you could do bra ads, though." 

Terri ran her tongue out. "Let's have our drinks and let's us fool around a little, huh?" 

"Cool," Linda said. She sank down at Terri's left. They all sipped at their cocktails-just like that! 

"You don't mind, do you, stud?" Terri giggled. 

"Hey, please the girls," he chuckled. 

"Men are all alike, Linda. Think they can handle a harem, and most can't take care of one good hot pussy." 

"Wait and see, baby," Matt grinned. 

Terri Wood hadn't seen such a nice, cleanlimbed pussy for months. Not one who acted interested, anyway. Leggy brunette types were her speed. And sophisticated studs like Matt. The Pussy Galore Lounge lived up to its name; it was a great spot for pickups. The owner didn't allow any dogs hanging around. The word soon got out, and there were many different ways to run off the creeps. 

If chicks picked up chicks, okay. But no gays! Plenty of spots around for those fuckers. For steady stuff Terri preferred cunt, but men could be exciting, too. They would buy groceries and pay apartment rent. Most girls were stingy as hell. Right now she was between liveins. A fat politician from Sacramento came down once in a while and gave her a picture of Ben Franklin for a good fuck. 

He called her Dolly and went nuts about her tits. He couldn't make it in her pussy, so she always ended up sucking it out of his old tired berries. His wife had cut him off years before. Poor bastard. 

Terri picked up the empty glasses, took them to the vanity, and slid her shorts and panties to the floor. Matt applauded. Linda blushed. Jeeeese, hadn't she ever fucked a chick? 

"You can't get it on with your panties on, honey," Terri joked. 

"You were doing pretty good a while ago," Linda said. But she stood and peeled down her panties. Her cute little box was wet and expanded, her nipples erect, her cheeks flushed. She sat on the bed, and Terri came over, dropping down at Linda's left. 

"You start it, Linda," Terri cooed, snuggling in. "I think you might be good at this!" 

"Why, you young sexy fox, you." 

Linda shuddered. This was what she wanted! Already the inherited money had touched her personality, but it was more than that. She was active with Matt, and if she did go lesbian she'd be in charge. Terri had known it immediately. 

Linda had never let sex stand in the way of promotions at Western Computers; in fact, being an attractive young woman had helped her. The big companies were moving girls into positions of authority. Not the top jobs, but close. In marketing and finance she was the best, and she knew it. It was a family corporation, and the big stockholders treated her with great respect. 

Maybe she'd ask them for a hell of a raise. She was very independent now. And if she liked pussy, she would have much more of it! She moved her left arm around Tern's silky waist, her right hand went to those mountains of red-peaked flesh, and the blonde cooed like a baby. 

Hike it, Hove it! Linda thought, shivering. I'm going to build that house / want, the kind for singles, and I'll have chicks around to play with. Studs had better be very skillful, like Matt. 

She took Terri's opening lips, their tongues flicked and jabbed, and the the feel of the blonde's huge tits sent tingles through her whole body. It was so good to take over. No more sneaky espionage for hermore sneaking into pretty girls' panties! She already knew she'd be returning to the Pussy Galore Lounge, she and Terri could date, just two girls. Toss in another chick! 

Terri sank back on the bed, their mouths came unglued, and Linda glided her play hand between the plump, warm thighs. Matt had moved to a chair that faced the bed. He was sipping his fresh martini, naked, his cock not really hard yet. He acted almost bored. That conceited bastard! 

"Ohhhh, neat!" Terri breathed, as Linda toyed around with the blonde's little hardening clit bud. Her thighs opened farther, she pushed her tits up invitingly. It occurred to Linda now that Terri's boob show back in the lounge had been for her benefit, too. 

"Slide over and let's fuck!" Linda breathed. 

"Cooool!" Terri giggled. She rolled to the middle of the bed, spread her rich, plump thighs. Her lightly fuzzed pussy was ten times more alluring than Linda had ever imagined another girl's cunt could be. 

Now she'd have those tits! She glided between Terri's legs like she'd been doing it for years. Their cunts met and pressed, and Linda fastened her mouth on the left nipple. God! Terri's ass simply curled upward, and she moaned as their twats flamed together! Linda hunched slowly, feeling the honeyed stings of joy fly through her loins. 

The soft, fragrant young body had a pillow-like sensuality not at all like a man's muscular hardness. Moving her hips, thrusting like a man filled a void in Linda's being. She adored topriding a prick and she loved fucking this girl. Oh, how much of this nice velvety stuff had she missed? 

"Ohh, honey-you're gooooooooooooood!" Terri breathed, her nipple hardening in Linda's mouth. 

Linda didn't answer. She started kissing the other nipple, feeling their cunts quiver and twitch, their clits now sliding juicily together. Just think how much cute, sexy pussy there was out there! All kinds of it. 

"Ohh, ohhh, I'm comin', honey!" Terri gasped, clutching at Linda's shoulders. "Fuck me hard!" 

Linda shuddered, hunched faster, faster! Her clit was tensing, burning. Their cunts jiggled as Terri bucked upward. Linda lost her lip-hold on the nipple. Terri was shaking and whimpering, her pretty face contorted. The fast twinges of her climax started Linda's pussy fun! The plump bod had surprising agility. She was bucking like an electronic horse! 

Linda cried out as the swift nuances of her orgasm grabbed at her loins and tore through her upper body, her tits, and even the top of her head! She was a lusting animal, pounding her cunt at the sweet, quivering pussy beneath her. . . . 

Arthur Frost hated these shitty Sunday assignments. He had followed Dodson again, found a convenient parking spot in a park that lay on higher ground than the motel-lounge setup. Dottie, his new eager young wife, was holding dinner for him. How she loved to pamper him! 

Thinking about the beautiful fucking he had given her the night before started his prick swelling. Before he'd dumped his load, she'd gone off four times. That big, plump body just seemed to melt around him. He'd give her a matinee as soon as he reached home-then they'd have dinner. 

Fuck! He had all the info he needed for today. Matt had two young cunts. He'd be there for hours, maybe the rest of the day and night. Stella would have his report in the morning. Nothing new, really. He'd taken on two cunts before. That long-legged Linda was quite a beauty. 

Arthur started his car and headed for home. What was better on a weekend than a nice long afternooner and then a leisurely dinner. He patted his cock lump and drove faster. . . . 

Matt watched the two cunts finish their fuck. So what else was new? He had a medium hard-on. This kind of scene always drew sap out of his knob, and he did want to hump the big-titted blonde she had fine hip action. He already knew how good Linda was around his meat. 

"Well, who wants cock?" he asked, feeling the gin. 

"Oh, I think Terri needs it first," Linda giggled, crawling back to the foot of the bed. She walked into the John and closed the door. He left the chair, moving over near the bed. 

"That's some hunk of meat, tiger," Terri cooed. She wiped her cunt on a corner of the bedspread. "Kind of turned you on, huh?" 

"Yes, I like the way you get off, Terri." 

"When it's comin' I just gotta show it!" she laughed. 

He moved onto the bed, crawled between her spread-apart thighs and aimed his cock at her up-curved box, all puffed and slick. She shivered, reached down and guided his tool to the box. He nudged it slowly home, and she moaned, 

"Damn, that's really in there!" 

"Good pussy," he grinned, tensing his meat. Fairly snug, already quivering. Might be worth seeing her again. He braced on his knees and hands. 

"Okay, come up on it, baby." 

"Jeeeeesus!" she breathed, getting that limber crotch action working. "It's clear up in my liver!" 

"Come off when you want to, baby," he chuckled. 

She hunched and rested, her face contorting. "Ohhh, I never had so much prick, honey!" 

"After a while you can top it," he grinned. 

She whined and started upthrusting again. She tried to hold back, to drag it out, but she was too far into her goodies. Her big tits arched, her face grew taut, her fine plump ass jiggled excitingly. The first twang of her fun bow shook her hard. Her cunt squeezed, then started spasming with more enthusiasm than he'd really expected for a girl her age. 

"Uhh, uh, ahhhhhhh-ohhhhh, OHHH!" 

He gave her one big stroke and then kept it rammed deep while she shook and whimpered and dug her fingers at his arms. Not too bad at all. Not in it with Linda, though. She hunched and finally softened, her flushed face relaxing. 

"Boy, you can have this pussy whenever you want it, you horse!" 

"I'll be around again one of these days, baby." 

"You'd better be!" She glanced at the bathroom door and whispered. "If you don't want to bring Linda I can line up a real young fox I know. Just turned eighteen." 

He chuckled, and drew out. She sighed, staring at his prick. Linda came out of the John, giggled, and crawled on the bed at Terri's right. 

"I believe I heard some chick having her goodies!" Linda said, watching Matt. He was sitting back on his heels. She was all fresh again, eager for cock. Pussy was fun, but prick really was oodles better. And he was her date for this-day. 

Chapter Eleven 

"I didn't realize you had such fine tits, Susy," Matt smiled, eyeballing her in the dark blue silk pajamas. 

"You smooth bastard," Susy purred, relaxing on the deep sofa in her huge living room. "All you can see in me is money, just like you do with Stella." 

"Hell, you're at least ten years younger, baby," he grinned. The silk clung to her superlative body like glue, and he was getting a hard-on. He had proposed taking her to a fancy motel, but she had a deep fear of being seen and recognized. He knew he was lucky to be here at all. 

She had arranged for all the servants to be gone. He had even parked out back, in deep shadow. She was acting like a junior-high virgin in Daddy's living room, letting the boyfriend sneak a few feels. 

This was Tuesday evening. A lot hinged on how Susy went for his charm and his prick. Stella would never give him more than he was getting, and he had pilfered about all the company plans he was going to get. No important-looking envelopes had appeared in her home safe. 

Things with Linda had cooled, although she said she still would accept any important microfilm he could come up with. Her company was ready to pay. He really shouldn't be giving away what he could sell-his prick and his expertise. Linda was acting too damned independent. He'd been in there twice. He might go back sometime and give Terri Wood another bouncing. Those big tits were exciting. Linda liked them, too. 

"Is this how you operate?" Susy giggled. "Just talking about it? You want a drink or something?" 

"No," he grinned, sliding over close. "I want some pussy." 

Susy Hall shuddered. She had to have him. Even though they had danced only twice, barely touching where it counted, his virile appeal hit her like a physical blow-right in the cunL She had saved herself since Saturday night, and her cunny was already wet. Coming in the house, he hadn't even kissed her. 

Now his left arm slid across her shoulders, and a sweet tremor shot up her legs to her crotch. During her years around Hollywood, running into all kinds of handsome studs and luscious chicks, not one had ever touched her deep, like Matt. 

And she hadn't had a prick in her cunt in years, It had to be his cock. She realized, from stories she'd heard, that he had plenty of it, and knew how to use it. But that wasn't everything. She was like Stella, she wanted to own him, use him socially, show him off, take him on cruises, trips. 

"You really think you could fuck just me, Matt?"she purred, tipping her mouth up. "That's how it has to be, you know." 

"I need lots of it, baby," he grinned. "Have you got that contract ready?" 

"We can go down to my lawyer's office tomorrow," she said. "Provided you give me a real good screwing!" 

His arm tightened, his mouth came down to her lips, and his tongue drove smoothly into her mouth, big and virile. His free hand lifted to the deep slash in her pajama tops, his warm fingers slipped around her tits. God, it was beautiful! All her lesbian activities, her voyeuristic byways with hired studs and her fingers just weren't enough. 

She had not turned on so fast in years! Of course, she'd been thinking and dreaming for days, and an hour before his arrival she'd been tempted to have a fast one on her fingers. As he lifted her tender, swelling breasts out of the pajama top, cuddling them and stroking her tingling nipples, she moaned and grabbed him around the neck. 

His virile strength went through her like a. bolt of electricity, erecting her clitoris, drawing more juice into her sheer party panties. That was all she wore beneath the jammies. She'd been a docile lover all her active sex life, she had never fucked on top, feeling it ungirlish, and no man had ever eaten her. She'd sucked a few cocks for special favors, like a new fur coat or a latemodel car, or to wangle a part in a film. 

With girls it was different-anything went. After all, a woman had to preserve a little decency! And some men didn't want a harlot, they wanted a broad who at least pretended she was rather "innocent." Let a man believe he was tearing her apart with this certain position and she had him hooked. 

You couldn't trick a bastard like Matt. He had seen it all. Stella had bragged a little about how very, very sophisticated he was, that he could keep fucking for "just hours." Damn Stella! That old cunt would soon learn who had the most clout. 

She thought he would never reach lower, to open her thighs and press her cunt mound. She lifted on his fingers, stabbing her tongue into his mouth. He rubbed his palm on her clit, let go of her mouth and kissed her tits. Ohhh, dreamy! She was heating all over, becoming sex feverish. 

"Damn, damnP'she whispered. 

"Get in my pants and hold my cock, baby," he murmured. 

Her left hand shot to his basket. She unzipped his fly and reached in. His briefs were loose, and she negotiated his massive cock out in just seconds. Ohhhh, what a hunk of meat! It had to be all of ten inches long, thick as her wrist, and the knobohhhh, glory! 

He lipped her nipples as they'd never been lipped before, in and out of his mouth, stinging, stiffening, almost flaming. Her upper breasts were turning a mottled pink, her cunt was oozing more juice, she was sure she did have a high fever. 

His hand played faster. She quickly caressed his monster cock, hunched her ass upward. Ohhh, like magic her fun centers began to respond-she was going offffi She cried out sharply, her hips bucking up and down. 

"Ohhh-ohhh-fuuuuuuuckl" she yelled. 

Her nipples hardened, her clitoris went crazy! Pang after pang of total delight pulsed from her little woman-cock. Her cunt mouth tightened convulsively, like it had a prick in it! The room hazed in front of her eyes and she rushed into the aftermath with little cries of joy. "Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhhh-ohhhh!" 

She fell back on the sofa, panting, slowly thrusting up against his fingers. She felt her fun juice leaking through her panties and the silk crotch of her pajama bottom. Ohhh, so quick and hard and beautiful! 

"You big sexy bastard!" she breathed, still fondling his cock. It was wet on the glans, burning her fingers. When all that big muscle plowed into her cunt she'd go apeshit! 

"Hey, not bad for fifty million worth of pussy," he chuckled. 

"Let me suck it, honey?" she whispered, staring at the knob. 

"Let's do it rightin bed," he grinned. 

"I wouldn't want to mess up this sofa," she giggled. She let go of his cock and stood. Her legs wobbled, little twinges ran down them, then up to her cunt. Num, nurn, num! 

The maid had prepared the bedroom as she'd requested. Blue silk pillows, matching sheets, lights turned low, several feather-soft towels. He looked around and whistled. 

"Now this is living, Susy," he smiled. 

"Oh, better than Stella's, huh?" 

He moved in front of her, firmed his hands on her ass cheeks, drew her tits against his bare chest. He had removed his sport shirt downstairs. Her swollen breasts had a new sensitivity, and the feel of her nipples in the curls of his hair started her cunt aching again. She hunched at the under-ridge of his prick, and he began drawing her pajama bottoms from her hips, slowly, fondling her bare flesh as he progressed. 

Already she was dizzy with need! She rolled her tits at his torso, her bottoms dropped to the carpet, then she stood back while he removed her whisper-sheer panties. 

"Beautiful," he murmured, caressing her thighs, gliding his hands up her body, lightly patting her cunt. Then he undressed, slowly, almost casually. The subtle male aroma, his all-over light tan, his wellmuscled body, his tremendous big cock, his large drivers made her dizzy again! She backed to the edge of the bed and sank down. 

He moved down at her right and whispered in her ear. "Damn, you're sexy, Susy! How do you like it? What do you want first? I want everything to be just right for you." 

"Oh, just like down below, only this time get that big hot thing in me!" 

"Move over on the bed, sweet," he grinned. 

In seconds they were side by side, and he started to show her what he had learned about women and their needs. 

Matt had expected her to be different. Stella had mentioned that 'everybody' knew Susy bought clean young men and girls and indulged in awful orgies-that she was a slut. But then he should have known that no tongue was more vicious than that of a jealous broad. 

He kissed her with lots of tongue, fondling her tits and thighs and cunt in traditional square routine. She was more submissive than most, turning on faster than most, and her cunt was soppy before he hardly touched it. He had to spread her thighs and guide her hand to his cock, but once she got her pinkies on it, her shivers and little gasps of joy showed how hungry she was. 

Now for the cunt play and the nipple kisses. Gently up and down the slit, suck a nipple deep, tongue it, circle her larger-than-average clit, tease it to make her shiver and arch her tits. Now the finger gently in the cunt, arousing a low moan of delight. Now a maw, but not tiny, either. It would be reasonably snug around his meat. 

"OhhhhhhhhP'she breathed, squeezing his cock hard. 

"Goooood pussy," he breathed around a nipple. 

"Ohhh-get it IN me!"she cried, shuddering. 

He went above her, taking his pillow with him. He helped lift her ass while he slid it under. He sat on his heels and fooled around with her cunt and inner thighs. Very good legs, a firm ass, smooth flat belly. Thick cunt bush, black as coal. The pink inner labia already were pooched out past the outer labia. She was shaking, breathing fast, her eyes glazed. 

A good six, maybe seven. He lifted her legs, slanted them back, crawled forward and steered his prick to her box. As his knob parted the puffed-out cunt lips, she whined loudly, her tits lifted high, her thighs trembled-and he horsed it deep into this fiftymillion-dollar cunt. 

Susy "cried out! God! He was so deep in her she felt nailed to the bed! Her cock-starved vagina tightened, a vivid cascade of heavenly thrills spread through her body, her clit began to throb, and now she screamed! 

One deep stud stroke and she was going off! The clasping spasms of her cunt were unbelievable! Oh, it was not just that she'd waited so long for cock; it was sweeter and deeper and better than any sensual experience of her life! Her whole pelvis was wrenching and heaving, her cunt was grabbing at his cock! 

Only one man had ever doubled her up like this, with padding beneath her butt, and she hadn't been really turned on. His puny five inches had hurt her, because she knew this pose shortened the vagina. Where all of Matt's prick was she had no idea, but it was there-where the action was! 

She'd heard of the ultimate erotic experience, and she had just known it. She was still shivering and twitching around his deep-jammed prick, and the after-thrills were nearly as sharp and heavenly as the orgasmic convulsions. 

She had even forgotten to yell out her usual words at climax! She had forgotten everything except the pounding glory of her ride to the sky. Sweet Jeeeeeesus! She had to have him now, at any cost! The reason Stella owned him was dramatically clear-he was giving her the ultimate sensual pleasure. On top of that, everybody in their circle knew Stella was fucking that leggy, pretty mulatto who lived there. 

"Very fine!" Matt breathed against her tits. "You come off like a cannon." 

If I tell him how I feel he'll want half my estatel she thought, shuddering. / know what he is, but I'm so gone on him I'm afraid to say anything! 

"You're damn good, Matt!" she breathed. 

"Want another one now, baby?" 

"Let me rest a little, honey," she murmured. She stared as he drew that huge wet piston out of her cunt. The skin was peeled back, the whole purplish glans was fully exposed. Ohhh, what a vision, what acock! 

He sat back on his heels, grinning, caressing her thighs, which she had dropped back on the bed. The sweet high fever remained. She felt a kind of rich glow that warmed her entire being. She had been teased and stroked and loved and finally fucked by a master bedroom technician. 

Rumor had it that he could hold his spurt for an entire session, and that sometimes he didn't shoot at all. Some kind of Oriental expertise he had learned in his travels. What he didn't know about girls and pussy had not yet been discovered! Beyond that, he obviously didn't know shit. 

"Second thoughts?" he asked, patting her cunt. 

"Ohhh, not on your life!" she breathed. "What are you going to tell Stella?" 

"That you're younger and richer and better fucking," he smiled. "And you offer me more." 

She giggled, writhing her ass. "Am I really better fucking?" 

"Baby, you've got it all." 

Mainly money, she thought. Damn. Stella isn 't going to just roll over. If we start fighting and bidding on him, somebody's gonna get hurt. I know who to call when I want somebody's mind changed. Couple of busted legs or a face mashed in. She must have connections, too. Fuck! We simply can't start a war over this! There has to be a better way. . . . 

Linda Field was checking the lingerie counter in Williams Department Store when a very engaging young blonde approached her. What a beautiful long-legged pussy! 

"Haven't we met?" the girl smiled. 

"I don't think so," Linda smiled. "But I wish we had." 

Their eyes met, held, and Linda felt a neat little stir in the clit. Since her revealing threesome with Matt and Terri Wood she was looking at girls in a whole new way-and what she was seeing now sharpened her perspective. 

"I work here, but I'm on a coffee break," the blonde said, her eyes flicking across Linda's sweatered boobs. 

"Great," Linda smiled back. "I have the day off, and lots more of them." 

"Spot across the street is nice," the sexy blonde said. 

Crossing the street they exchanged names. Linda had given her notice at Western Computers, and Purdy had been rather nasty about it, so she had simply walked out. Screw him! 

Most of her five million was already invested with a brokerage firm recommended by the attorney who had handled the deal, and she had a very comfortable balance in her checking account. She had not felt so wonderful in years. Free to do anything she wanted that was legal and not unhealthy! 

In a rear booth over coffee Linda had to ask, "Where did you see me before, Janni?" 

"Kind of embarrassing, really. My sister and I were having a weekend party with this big stud at a little cottage, and I followed him when he left for a 'hike.' He met a girl, they exchanged some packages, and-" 

"Oh, that stud!" Linda broke in. She giggled. "I got some of that, too." 

Janni rolled her eyes. "God, can he fuck." 

"I know. He's a paid joy boy for a rich old broad in Beverly Hills." 

"I knew it!" Janni said. "Lauren, that's my sister, and I were trying to find out who he was." 

"Now you know," Linda said. "Is Lauren as sexy as you?" 

"More, I think. Say, why don't you drop by our place tonight? She left her husband. We're sharing an apartment." 

"Love to," Linda said, gazing at the sharply defined tittie thrusts inside Janni's blouse. The blonde took a deep breath and pushed them out farther, a casual little feminine gesture, but loaded with meaning. 

Janni shivered as she watched Linda walk away down the street, that sweet rounded ass in the tight pants undulating suggestively. Janni's palm still tingled where Linda had teased it when they had pressed fingers in front of the cafe. 

She's gonna fuck me, and I hope it's tonight! Janni thought. Talk about luck. I bet Lauren goes for her, too. We always get a hard-on over the same person. Jeeeeeese, she's sure got it. She must be on vacation, not working. 

It was fun being picked up by a sensational, ripe, sexy brunette like Linda. She didn't appear to be the typical L.A. lesbian out on the make. She had class. She just hoped Linda wouldn't be turned off by the sister thing; they were not too proud of it themselves. 

Chapter Twelve 

"This money is counterfeit, Mister Hodges,' the savings and loan officer said to Matt Dodson. 

Matt felt rage, then a coldness in his gut. He had met Purdy the day before, handed over his microfilm for a hundred grand. A new important envelope had appeared in Stella's safe, and he had proceeded as always. 

"Impossible!" Matt blurted. "My last desposit was okay." 

"Yes, but this isn't. We call it funny money. Somebody has given you the shaft, Mister Hodges." 

He stormed out of the building and found a sidewalk phone booth half a block away. That fucking sonofabitch! 

When he finally got through to Purdy he was boiling. 

"You dirty cocksucker!" Matt began. 

"That's for giving us a phony layout the last time," Purdy said. "Somebody set you up. You're into us for a hundred good ones, so up your ass." The line buzzed. 

"You look upset, darling," Stella said to Matt. They were on the patio, both wearing swim suits. "Remember, it's your night to fuck me." 

"Yeah, I know, baby." 

She smiled and patted his leg, her clit tingling. Poor jerk. He had pulled his scam for a while, photographing new designs, selling them to the competition. His trips to the savings and loan outfit in the valley, as reported to her faithfully by Arthur Frost, had puzzled her until she had learned how much Matt had put away-under a phony name. 

He could not have skimmed off that much from his expense account, she realized. That was when she had substituted good electronics secrets for bad ones. He had gone to the well once too often. Let him keep his little nest egg; it wasn't enough to support him for a month! Not the way he was used to living. 

She had him by the balls. If he ever did try to split, she'd let Susy know and have one of his legs busted. She recalled her conversation with Susy only a week earlier. 

The extremely wealthy and good-looking widow had dropped by the house. After the usual country club bullshit, they had gotten down to business. 

"Stella, you know your big stud has fucked me, and plans to leave you." 

"I have him followed most of the time," Stella smiled. 

"I was sure you did, darling," Susy said. "Look, I have a plan. I offered him the moon, but I changed my mind. Why should we fight over him? Let's simply share him." 

Stella felt a shock. "I know he's a prick and a two-bit thief, but. ... I also know he fucks around. Please explain, darling." 

"Well, he could live here a while, and then live with me," Susy smiled. "If we start bidding for his cock, he'd cost way too much!" 

"Keep talking, honey." 

Now, with the prospect of having that big hot thing driving in her cunt, she realized how right Susy was. When Susy went abroad she'd have him for her escort; in L.A. Stella would have him. After all, she liked his special services only about twice a month, and Susy needed it much more often. Beautiful! 

Poor Matt really didn't know what had hit him. He 'sneaked' over to Susy's house at least twice a week, actually thinking he was putting one over on Stella. Evidently Susy was a very hot piece of ass, and she paid handsomely. But he wasn't getting a chunk of her real estate, or digging Stella for any more than she'd been paying. 

"Been humping any more clean young girls, honey?" she said to Matt, her hand now on his cock lump. 

He just grinned. He reached over and fooled around with her tits. She unfastened the halter so,, he could work better. At that moment Rona wiggled out of the house, wearing a tiny red bikini and very high heels. 

"Want me to help get him up?" Rona giggled, twitching her beautiful ass. 

"Naturally, honey," Stella smiled. 

The deal with Susy had been changed to suit their tastes. Living arrangements weren't altered. Susy simply sent Stella an agreed upon amount every week. Susy was planning a bash in Las Vegas soon, and Stella had already given him 'permission' to 'take a trip' by himself. 

Susy did not like the idea of him fucking around, but she had compromised, as smart business women often did. He would never change. Some of these new bold young cunts simply came up and asked him for a toss in the sack. Susy had cut down on his fooling around away from home. She was keeping him pretty damned busy. 

"Get it out so we can play with it, stud," Rona giggled. "I've been ready for days." 

"I won't be too greedy, honey," Stella laughed. 

"Now this is the fun room," Linda Field said to Janni and Lauren. The furnished house she had bought not far from Williams Department Store was exactly what she'd been looking for. Almost new, with a huge rec room, three bedrooms, and a large space for entertaining just off the living room. 

"Sexy," Janni enthused. "I love plenty of mir- 

rors." 

"The better to see you with, my dear," Linda smiled, patting Janni on the ass. 

Lauren shivered. The evening Linda had come by the apartment she was sharing with her pretty sister was still warm in her thoughts. As usual, the sisters went for the same kind of person, and two hours after Linda's arrival all three had been in-the bedroom having a ball. 

That leggy brunette fucked like a demon! An heiress, too. This house had cost a small fortune. Linda was having a housewarming party tonight, and Janni had invited Steve Lang. He and Janni had patched up their differences. He was losing some of his square edges. 

Lauren hadn't fucked him yet, but after meeting him she knew she wanted it. At least he accepted the idea that sisters could share a man and still enjoy each other. What he would say about Linda being here too was still to be discovered. 

Lauren had found a good job in the pharmacy section at William's. Working near Janni pleased her, and several eligible studs had asked her out. She wanted nothing more to do with Matt, that crappy old gigolo. Janni had been so right about him. But he had brought the sisters together. . . . 

Steve Lang punched the doorbell of this extravagant house, wondering how Janni knew somebody this rich. Christ. It was in a very exclusive neighborhood and had to be in the three-hundred-grand bracket. As a builder he had a very good eye for values. Maybe he had the wrong address. 

The heavy door opened and Janni stood there, looking as delicious as ever. Behind her was Lauren and a slightly older young woman, a fabulous brunette. What the hell kind of housewarming party was this? 

"Well, bring it in here, Steve," Janni giggled. When the door closed, she went on. "Meet Linda Field, owner of this spread. You know Lauren." 

"Pleased," Linda smiled, taking his hand, rubbing a finger on his palm. "How would you like to entertain three pussies?" 

"Jeeesus, is this for real?" he muttered. 

"You come highly recommended," Linda said, glancing at Janni. "I can see she was right. Come on in and have a drink." 

He grinned. He was learning. Janni took his arm and led him to the rec room. She brushed a firm, unrestrained tittie at his shoulder and he peered down inside her fancy low-cut blouse. She murmured in his ear. 

"I promised you some fun, honey. Shocked?" 

"I'll survive," he chuckled. 

"I was sure you would," she giggled. Her hand slid across his buns. "Who wants to get serious and uptight about some nice clean fooling around?" 

Linda was delighted. Steve was all Janni had promised, and more. About the right age, handsome enough, outdoorsy. Certainly not native to California. His tight pants held an interesting bulge. She'd been too busy with her house and getting settled to think much about sex. Tonight she was letting it all hang out. 

If he pooped out, the lovely blonde sisters would do very nicely, thank you. She was well rid of Matt, the old predictable sex machine. When he couldn't get it up anymore, he'd be in real trouble. Purdy had gotten over his mad, and had told her he had slipped Matt a hundred grand in funny moneyand, as expected, the microfilm was phony. Obviously, Stella had set him up. 

Served the fucker right for stealing from his benefactor. 

She slipped behind the bar and started mixing a big shaker of martinis. Steve said he wanted bourbon, neat. He sat on a bar stool between the pretty sisters, who were both fondling his basket. Janni had her titties out of her gaping blouse. Slow pop music oozed from the concealed speakers, the lights were down low. 

Linda was not sure yet she wanted Janni and Lauren living here. They might interfere with her pleasure plans. They made delightful now-and-then companions, however. Let them support themselves. Most of the time she liked being alone. 

"How're we gonna spread the man around, Linda?" Lauren giggled, bringing her tits out of her blouse. 

"One of us will have to be a 'guy,' honey," Linda smiled. "Kind of take turns." She served the drinks and moved around to sit beside Janni. 

"Love it," the young blonde purred. "How long has it been since we fucked, Linda?" "Too long," Linda said, reaching down between Janni's long, shapely thighs. She saw Steve going after Lauren's mouth and tits, and Lauren was feeling around inside his pants. Linda opened her dressy shirt. Janni turned on the stool, and their mouths met, tongues jabbing. They played with each other's bare tits, then the crotches. Linda was getting up real fast. 

She was having so much fun she hardly noticed that Steve and Lauren had disappeared. Right now she wanted pussy, Janni's fine, hot little tutti. Janni's nipples were hard, she was breathing unevenly, the vibrations were just beautiful. 

They broke apart and Linda whispered. "They're gone, they're probably already fucking. Do we need them?" 

"No!" Janni breathed. "I have to tell you, honey. Lauren and I aren't hung up on each other anymore! She's moving out of my apartment right away. You're the one I've been wanting." 

"Sweetie, you're the first chick I ever fucked, and Lauren was the second, and I have to tell you-I come with you like cock was out of style! Come on, let's find a bed." 

The master bedroom was empty. Linda didn't know where Steve and Lauren were, and she didn't give a damn. She and Janni undressed quickly, giggling, having a few light feels. 

"I haven't had any since our threesome," Janni murmured, sprawling out on the bed. "Lauren wants to get married. Jeeeese! You'd think she'd had enough of that prick, Jed." Linda leaped onto the bed. 

Lauren felt Steve's big cock squeezing into her cunt. Oh, how she had missed it! Matt had shown her what real meat could do for her, and he had been an awful disappointment. And more than twice her age. Forget it! 

Steve was young and full of sap, and Janni was a silly fool for not digging her hooks in. Some girls weren't cut out for marriage. Life with Jed hadn't been all bad. She liked the steadiness of it. Steve had a good business, he could support her in the style she liked-and deserved! After all, she was a very sexy-looking pussy. 

"Ohhh!"she moaned, feeling the bed ride her ass slowly up and down, his big hard cock socking in deep and true. 

"God, that's good!" he muttered, pausing. His cock flexed, her cunt flesh tightened beautifully, shooting wild thrills all through her bod. 

"Darling, it's the best cock in the world!" she gasped. "Ohhh-I'm coming! Hold back, please! Ohh, ohh-God! Ohhh! Ohhh, hit me, fuck me, fuck me! 

Far, far away she heard a girlish giggling. Maybe in the next bedroom. Oh, let them have their pussy rubs and turn-around. Her thing was big, young virile, sliding, pumping cock! She shouted as the heavenly convulsions ripped her loins. Oh, Steve was going off, too. But no worry, he could blast her cunt with another load later. His deep groan of release, the hot throb of his prick, her spasming cunt clutching around it... nothing would ever be so wonderful. 

"I hope they don't tear that bed down," Linda purred, her play finger circling Janni's pretty little clit. 

"I think Lauren always did like cock better than me," Janni giggled softly. Her warm fingers stroked across Linda's swollen tits, bringing the nipples up sharply. 

"Don't think I don't like cock, too," Linda giggled. "We have to agree that a cocksman like Matt makes it almost better than anything. I was sure I was 'in love' with him! Sheeitt. He sells it." 

They both laughed. Linda glided over between the blonde's long, velvety thighs, glue-clamping her cunt to Janni's pussy. Already they had fucked enough to know just how each liked it, and while nibbling pussy was delicious, and a stroking dildo was fun, this was their best lick. Dominant girl doing the humping. Close and intimate, tittie to tittie, mouths free to kiss, take tongue, give it back, stroke and writhe. 

When she can get away from her job we'll take some trips, Linda thought. Two nines like us can always attract stifds and girls. We ought to try the Orient first. The big cities have joy houses for girls, too. Anything. Nummmmmm! 

Naturally, nobody could fuck all the time. Linda 

knew she would be into something one of these 

days, after she was settled in well in her house. She 

was a fine golfer, and only a few months earlier had 

been offered a job as assistant to the pro at a very exclusive course for older women. The pro was a jolly old fart who wouldn't be trying any ass-grabbing. 

She would be hiring a maid, too. Not a livein. Her independence was too important. So was her privacy. If she wanted to sit at the breakfast table, look at a girlie magazine and play with her cunt, okay. If she chose to walk around the house naked, she could. Or swim in the pool nude. 

"Ohhh, I'm ready to get off, honey!" Janni breathed, shuddering. Her legs swung back farther. She wanted a full pussy press for this one. 

"I'm gonna break mine, too, baby," Linda murmured, hunching faster. "Jeeesus, it's good tonight!" 

"Uhhh!" Janni answered, her beautiful face turning pink and twisting. As wonderful as it was to feel the hard pulse of a prick in her deeps, the nuts tight against her clasping labia, there was still a special sensation when a hot girl blew her goodies. 

It was all so new for Linda. Almost like the time she had discovered what that thing between her legs could do when she fondled it and then whipped it. Whoooeeeee! She looked at sexy chicks now with more than envy and curiosity. She could wonder if they would be good fucks. 

She hunched slowly toward her crest, knowing 

Janni was getting there, too. Linda and Lauren 

had not been that good together, the intimacy had 

not been like this. But she was definitely not going 

to let herself get hooked on only one pussy. It was everywhere. 

She intended to try a mulatto, a redhead, one of those voluptuous-looking Chicano chicks, and maybe even an Oriental girl. And if a very agreeable, good-looking stud came around, she'd skin his cock. With her own house and her own money she had it made. Her guests would have sex the way she liked it-or goodbye, Irene. 

"Ohhh, ohhh-hit me, honey!" Janni gasped. Her little sharp titties arched upward, her legs trembled, her cute ass bucked, and Linda gave her the go-go thrusts. Ahhhh, yess! The stings of delight bladed up her shaking thighs, the juicy squish of cunt on cunt reached her ears, her clit tensed, pulsed, and she went offfff! 

Oh, their cunt mouths tightened in almost perfect cadence, and their cries of erotic delight came from their throats at the same ecstatic instance. Linda hunched with furious abandon as the glory thrills flooded her whole being. Ohhh, the room teetered a little, her vision hazed. Sweet Jeeeeeeesus! 

She slowed her thrusts as the sugary twinges of relief bathed her crotch and body. She softened down on Janni, panting in her fragrant blonde hair, feeling the tremors of response flow from her cunt to Janni's cunt. It was the best fuck they'd ever had. 

"Lordy, how I love it!" Janni panted softly. 

"We'll have lots more, honey," Linda purred. "The next time you line up some good-looking party stud, just bring him around and we'll try him out." 

"Natch!" Janni giggled, her legs dropping. "We need some cock once in a while." 

They both laughed. 

Matt cradled Susy Hall's bountiful tits in his hands and watched her hunch and play along to her next climax. The bitch never got enough. She'd gone without sliding prick for many years, and evidently she was trying to make up for all the meat fucks she'd missed. 

Rotten cunt hadn't deeded him that high rise she'd promised, either. Stella hadn't increased his allowance a fucking dime. With inflation and everything, he was making less than before. Those two had ganged up on him and given him a real shafting. Which proved again, you just couldn't trust cunts. 

His nest egg out in the valley savings and loan outfit was still there, drawing interest-but, as Stella had told him, it wouldn't support him more than a year in his present grand life-style. During his own lifetime cunts had become too smart, too educated. 

He wanted to go back to the Pussy Galore Lounge and get his stinger into that young, big-titted blonde again. She liked to fuck for the fun of it, no money involved. But he knew now Stella was having him watched, followed. She knew almost every move he'd made since she'd hired him. In a few days Susy was going up to Tahoe, and he'd be going along. It was a period between Stella's twice-amonth blowouts. In a strange place, a new lavish suite, Susy went really apeshit. Earlier, a week at Las Vegas had drained him almost dry. Those ass and tits shows inspired her. 

One night she had engaged two young fillies to the suite, and the girls had fucked each other for a warmup. He hadn't gotten his cock in either one of them. Sure, he liked to watch girls fuck, but Susy's move had surprised him. She hadn't touched the whores, either. A voyeuristic freak. 

Somehow, he had to get these cunts fighting over him-stir their basic jealousy, and let the winner take his cock! Actually, Susy had seen a good thing and moved in. 

Susy had been delaying her orgasm for several moments now, she was ready for the good stuff. She bucked faster, her head went back, her nipples hardened in his hands, and she started her go-off. She moaned, her heavy hips lunged. 

Suddenly his cock folded and slipped out of her cunt! 

"Ohhh-damn!" Susy cried. She stroked at his bent cock, cursed again, rolled off on her back and began to flog her cunt with her right hand. 

"Ohh, ohhh-ohhhhh-fuuuuuuuck!" she wailed fiercely. 

He lay there in stunned silence. The first time in 

his life his cock had failed him, and at a very bad 

moment indeed. She panted and fondled her box 

for the after-thrills and finally looked over at him. 

"Don't you ever do that again, baby, or else," she said, very coldly. 

"Hell, all it takes is some beefsteak and vitamin E," he said. 

"Don't shit me, lover," she said, sliding from the bed. "Get your ass out, back to Stella's place. I have some thinking to do. You're getting old, fucker-old, old, old!" 

"I need a rest, that's all," he countered. 

She snorted and left the bedroom. 

Fuck her, he thought, searching for his clothes. Stella will take me back, lean get it up for her twice a month, easy. Lot of good years left in me yet! 

He wondered if there was any truth to the rumor he'd heard once. That a man had so many fuck shots, and when those were squirted he was well done. Ah, to hell with that shit. 

Page story in the Los Angeles Teller: "The body of a man identified as Matthew B. Dodson, 59, of Beverly Hills,'was found on a back road in Orange County yesterday. He had been dead about twenty-four hours. Police report that he was sexually mutilated. Four bullets had been fired into his head, and authorities say this could indicate underworld action. An investigation is continuing." 

"God, Susy, did you have to go that far?" Stella said guardedly into the phone. "Oh, you mean poor Matt," Susy cooed. "Too bad. He must have picked up some enemies in his long fucking career. I was ready to send him back to you for good, anyway. He said you were better screwing than me." 

"It was more than that," Stella snapped. "You overdid it! And I bet I am better fucking than you." 

"From his viewpoint we'll never really know, will we, honey?" Susy said very dryly. "And call off that damn snoop that's been hanging around." 

"I'll think about it, dearie," Stella said. "Just don't send any of your goonies around after me. You'll get blown clear out of the water." 

"So, it's back to war again, huh?" Susy purred. 

"Whatever. I'm interviewing men now for Operations Manager. Wonderful prospects! This one guy has ten thick inches." 

"Ohhh!" Susy giggled. "See you soon, honey." 

"Not too soon. He's got a finger in me right now." 

They both laughed. 

Chapter Thirteen 

"This is nice, Steven," Lauren said, looking around the interior of his apartment. 

"I'm glad to have you here alone," he vouchsafed, his left arm circling her shoulders. They were on his sofa, in the living room. They'd been out earlier for Chinese food. 

"No like parties, huh?" Lauren giggled. "With three pussies!" 

"I can operate better one on one," he said. 

"That sounds cozy," Lauren purred, snuggling closer. She wore snug pants, a showy blouse that dipped low in front. He had been looking at her tits all evening. She wore no bra and her nipples poked at the shimmery black fabric. 

He left arm tightened. She pressed in as close as she could, already tingling. She liked her job in the drugstore section of Williams Department Store, where Janni did her thing with clothes. The sisters were still sharing an apartment. 

"I thought you and Janni were going for each other," Lauren said. 

"I like you much better," he grinned. Then he whispered, "Especially in bed!" 

"Well, when do you show me your bed, honey?" she laughed. 

"After I get you good and hot!" he chuckled. 

"My pussy is already warm!" she laughed. 

He trembled, his head lowered. She lifted hers, turning to face him, and their mouths flamed together. Ohhh, her clit came up, her nipples tingled, and she stabbed her tongue into his mouth. This was better, having him all to herself! 

He might be a little rough around the edges, not a smoothie like Matt but his virile strength, his youth, made him twice as appealing. And he made his own way in the world; he didn't fuck rich widows for his board and room. 

Matt had really conned her. And she'd brought Janni along as a special treat! Well, Janni and Linda Field were going after each other now, and they seemed to like it. Lauren wanted to get off that lezzie bit-sliding cock was so much superior! 

Steve's hand slipped inside her blouse and began to fondle her titties. Yesss! She drew her tongue back and he started stroking his tongue, with nice deep dives. Her lips were puffing as he mashed them, and she reached over to shape his prick, still inside his tight denim pants. Ohhh, he was up tonight! 

They had more in common than lots of couples. Both had been married. Lauren still was, but she was going to divorce Jed as soon as possible. She and Steve were about the right age, her twenty-four against his thirty-two. 

She would never mention anything beyond dating, but if he asked, and meant it-well, why not? That he had first been drawn to Janni, and had humped her, didn't matter! She was here in his apartment, not Janni. A young stud like Steve would always get his share of pussyif he wanted to play around. 

Now he lifted her tits out of her blouse, and a sharp surge of need gripped her crotch. She hadn't had relief in days and days. She was starved for a good, solid fucking! Her nipples erected, her pussy turned very wet. She whined and pushed her tits out into his hand. 

Steve Lang shuddered. This well-stacked blonde was shaking with cock-fever! Sure, Janni was foxy and cute, but silly, too. Lauren had been married, still was, and her reactions were warmer, deeper. You could sense her high interest. She was divorcing Jed. Maybe things could work out! 

He unglued his mouth and watched her sweet pink nipples stiffen enticingly. She was breathing unevenly, and her fingers roaming over his cock-bulge had the juice leaking from his swollen knob already. Man, did he have a bone-on! 

"Oh, Steve! Let's find a bed, honey. I need a fuck!" 

"Yeahh!" he breathed. Her boldness excited him. 

Taking his hand from her puffy, coned boobs, he stood and drew her upright. He walked with her to the door of his bedroom. When he'd confirmed a date with her, he'd had a cleaning woman in to dust and change the sheets and do the other things that pleased a young woman's eye. 

"Nice!" she exclaimed, as he flicked on a lamp. 

He stood away from her and began removing his clothes. She had her loosened blouse away in no time. Her pants came down, revealing her black sheer bikini panties. As he inhaled her girl aroma and watched the neat perfection of her body, a choked cry came up in his throat. 

She slid her pants away and stood in half-nylons, panties and heels. Jeeeesus! Centerfold pussy! He fumbled out of his clothes, shoes, briefs and all. 

Lauren had seen him naked before, but this was better! No threatened interruptions from Janni or Linda. He was all hers. His cock seemed bigger! The thick, veined shaft, beautifully knobbed, rising from his nest of dark pubic hair, was the answer to a maiden's prayer! 

"Love it!" she bubbled, prancing toward him, writhing her ass, her pussy arched out as she opened her long legs. 

She had to give Matt credit-he had awakened her. She'd married Jed on impulse; she'd been very young. A successful druggist would surely know how to keep a blonde, leggy bride happy! 

Wrong! 

Matt had taught her about the potential inside her. 

"Damn, damn!" Steve muttered, grabbing her. "Come here, you pretty fox!" 

She came. His slanted cock burned along her belly, her eager tits flamed against his chest. She hunched boldly at the base of his tensing prick. She felt cock-wetness on her tummy. A sweet fever of lust claimed her. Their mouths locked, their tongues blading back and forth. 

She reached one hand up to his prick, cuddled its hot bigness. She had to have it in her right now! 

Her mouth jerked free, and she panted, "I\irn me around and get it home from behind, honey!" 

He trembled. "Lean down at the foot of the bed, sweet!" 

She twisted away, slid her wet-crotched panties to the floor, ran to the bed and did as she was told. She fit her hands on the footboard, tipped her hips high and he gripped her ass. She felt the heat of his knob nuzzling at her pussy. She tipped her pelvis higher, and suddenly the searing male glans began to open her slicked, puffy labia. 

"Ohh-God!" she whimpered, as he stroked slowly inward. He was in her farther than ever before! His prick felt larger! Her cunt lips twitched around the big tensed cock, his hands tightened on her hips, and he began to fuck! 

"Gooood cuuuuuunt!" he muttered. 

"Ohhhh, good cock!"she gasped. 

Stroke, stroke, stroke-pause! Yes! The heavenly sliding, the knob striking a tender zone inside her, escalated her need. It was just different and fascinating! 

Now he reached under and cupped a tittie in each hand, resting his prick, toying with her tender, hard nipples. Ohhhh! 

"Honey, make me come off!" she panted. 

He trembled, stroked deep, then hunched swiftly! The passion inside her began to uncoil, her pussy contracted, her clitoris pulsed, and a hard, deep heaving in her pelvis signaled her total response! Qhhh, her cunt was grabbing at his cock! 

She shouted! She knew he hadn't blown his wad-and thank goodness for that-but she was coming ali over the place. The muscles in her legs weakened, wavered, but she kept her pose. The knifing blades of joy that ran up her thighs were simply divine! 

The honeyed twinges of aftermath touched every nerve in her being! She'd never gone off so hard and fast and good in her whole life! 

"Ohhh, ohhh-Steve! Ohhhhh, my God! What away to fuck!" 

He rested. "Maybe it's your special way, sweet." 

"Ohhh, I gotta rest now, honey!" 

He eased his cock out. She staggered and he helped her over to the bed. They stretched out, side by side, she at his left. He grinned, toweled his prick. 

"You really like cock from behind, huh?" 

"I never had it that way before, honey! Wow!" 

"Okay, from now on, when you get really juiced up, I'll give you a doggie-type fuck." 

She trembled, reaching over to hold his nice, thick dick. "That sounds like you might want more dates-" 

"You'd better believe it!" he said, his right hand sliding down to her cunt. "In fact, I want this little pussy all to myself." 

"Well, it feels like it's yours already!" she giggled. 

He wants a lot of me, she thought. And I want lots of him! To hell with studs like Matt. I want a man I can care for and know he's not chippie chasing! I want all hisjism! 

"Lauren, would you-like to move in here, with me?" He pressed her wet, swollen cunt very hard. 

"Yes!"she exclaimed. "Yes, whenever you want me!" She squeezed his prick, felt it tense with passion. 

"Damn!" he murmured, sliding over, so he could kiss her. "Damn! That'll be just great!" 

Their mouths met, their tongues stabbed, and she felt his long finger slip into her tingling, aching cunt. She whined and arched her crotch, opening her thighs. Ohhhh, the slow way he finger-fucked her, his thumb nudging her clit at every poke! His cock tensed again. He suddenly swept over between her legs. 

"Gfotta get it back in your pussy!" he gasped, taking his finger out of it. 

"Oh, let me top it, honey!" she breathed. "You can last longer!" 

He nodded. He stretched out on his back, and she quickly climbed above him, thighs opened. His hands went to her titties. She lifted, found his knob with her tingling cunt mouth and started it up into her flesh. As she came down, his face showed his pleasure. He grinned, squeezing her boobs. 

"Ohhhh!"she cried, taking every inch of it. 

"Yeahhhhh!" he groaned. 

"Now I have to do all the work, Steve!" she giggled, rotating her ass. "Okay?" 

He nodded. The tingly stabs of delight that ran along her legs to her cunt were wilder than ever! She was his girl now, she would be living here, fixing his meals, pampering him, and fucking him as often as he wanted it! 

"Well, go ahead and get your foxy little gun off," he chuckled. "I can hold back a while." 

"Why, honey, how you talk!" she giggled. "And I plan to do just that!" 

She trembled and began thrusting. An expert instructor had worked on her, and she wanted Steve to have all the good times she could muster. She didn't need Janni or any other girl around. She was having the very best goodies with Steve! 

"Ohhh, oh, ohhh!" she panted. 

His cock flexed, he teased her nipples as the fantastic shivers of joy fled from her cunt, all through her body, and back to her twitching, hungry pussy. He seemed to be in her almost as far as when he doggie-fucked her! She hunched up to a shivery point of need, and rested again. 

"Ohhh, wow!" she gasped. 

"Playing it along, huh?" he chuckled. 

"It's funnn!" she breathed, "Then I come all the harder!" 

"Well, just don't fuck too fast or I'll get off, too," he grinned. 

"Well, I bet you can shoot two or three times!" she giggled. 

He grinned, tensed his cock, held her breasts very tightly, and bucked his hips. 

Ohhh, the honey-dew stings grew sharper. She tried to delay it a while longer, but he had her started! Ohhhh, yesss! Ohhhhh, her cunt was going into that clasping thing again! 

"Uhh-ohhhh-ohhhh-God!" she cried shrilly. "Here cummmms my cuuuuuuuunt!" 

He shuddered, his cock flexed, his eyes glazed, and she started her quick, furious fuck hunches! It had been wild before, with his cock stabbing her from the rear, but this was even sweeter! He was getting his nuts popped! She could feel them drawing up, taut against her lunging cunt, and then everything went out of focus! 

Her cunt was thrashing around his meat, her inner membranes were heaving, the most delirious sensations spread from her clit and pussy all through her shaking body! His big cock throbbed, he yelled, his butt lifted, and she could almost feel the spurt of his jism in her spasming, snatch! 

"OHHH, ohhhh, ohhhh!" she gasped, as the after-fun seized her loins, delicious pangs of satisfaction that had never been sweeter! What Matt had done for her, what others had done for her, was just not in it with what Steve was doing for her. 

"Yeahhhhh!" he panted, relaxing. "Jeeeesus, that was heavy! Your pussy went apeshit!" 168 

"It does that just for you, Tiger!" she purred. 

His hands came away from her tits. She cuddled them down on his slightly damp chest, and they trembled together in the dreamy afterglow. 

"I'll move in tomorrow, honey!"she whispered. 

"I'll help you!" 

"You're still up," she giggled, 

"Does that suggest anything to you?" 

"Damn right! As soon as I rest a little. I'm going to fuck you till you pass out!" 

They both laughed. She lifted her upper body and carefully began to fuck. It was juicy, but she didn't care. Feeling his jism in her touched her deeply, she wanted every drop. . . . 

Chapter Fourteen 

"Now isn't this sexy?" Susy Hall asked Stella Fordham. 

Stella had to admit that it was. Susy had rented an amusement suite in a downtown motel, had invited Stella and Rona, and they were the only persons in the big room-so far. Stella realized there would be other 'guests.' 

She had hesitated a while before accepting Susie's invitation. Of course she couldn't prove that Matt Dodson had met his end at Susy's hands, or through her hired hands. No one could prove that Susy had eliminated her husband, either. Matt had been mixed up in some kind of industrial espionage thing. Dangerous business-he had robbed her! 

Susy had called earlier that day, saying it was silly for her and Stella to be enemies. So why not have a little party? Other gigolo types were available. 

The suite had everything for sensual pleasure. A bar, a dance spot, a movie projector, stereo music, and all kinds of couches and sofas-plus a small stage for entertainers. Even a cute young redheaded bar girl to mix drinks. She wore a very tiny bikini. 

On the walls of the suite were photos and paintings of beautiful people doing every kind of erotic act Stella had ever heard of-and a few she hadn't heard of. Did couples really do all those weird things? 

"I like it!" Rona exclaimed, looking over at the bar girl, whose name was Reva. 

"She's available, honey," Susy laughed. She wore shimmery lounging pajamas, her dark hair glistened. She had a far-out body and looked younger than her real age. 

Stella and Rona had dressed casually, but not daringly, hardly knowing what Susy would suggest. A detective was posted outside, just in case. Stella didn't like to go into a new situation with her panties down and her ass exposed. 

"No men? "Stella asked. 

"Hang onto your tits, Stella. They'll be here soon enough. We both like pussy, and you look pretty good yourself!" 

"How many martinis have you had, honey?" Stella laughed. 

"Just one. Come on over to the bar and let's relax," Susy smiled. "I have some sexy outfits you two can put on." 

Stella sat at Susy's left, and Rona went behind the bar, ostensibly to help Reva mix drinks. When everyone had a drink, Susy turned to Stella. 

"I don't want us to be enemies, Stella. Honest. A fucker like Matt isn't worth a battle. I don't think I ever want a 'steady' cock, anyway. Too easy to hire guys for a one-night stand! Young ones!" 

"It does sound more practical," Stella admitted. 

"Saves a hell of a lot of money, too," Susy smiled. She looked at Stella's blouse. "Never realized you had such nice stand-out tits, honey," 

"I think you're a knockout in that lounging ensemble," Stella murmured. "Damn nice of you to invite Rona and me." 

"I know she's your steady piece," Susy smiled, her voice lowered. "Is it good?" 

"Damn good!" Stella murmured. 

"How would you like a threesome-with me?" Susy asked. 

Stella trembled. Her clit was rising, tingling. The music, the drink, the sensual atmosphere were all reaching her. Susy was an attractive cunt. 

"I think that can be arranged," Stella said, winking. Their knees touched beneath the lips of the bar. A diversion attracted Stella. 

Rona stood behind Reva, whose mini-halter had been lifted. Rona was fondling the young redhead's titties. The view gave Stella another sharp tingle in the cunt. Party sex could be fun! 

At the same time Stella felt a hand slide between her legs, beneath her frock. Susy giggled. Stella didn't grab at the teasing fingers; in fact, she opened her thighs so Susy could play more conveniently! Stella had put on very sheer pantyhose, which didn't impede Susy's explorations! 

"Ohhh, Rona, that's neat!" Reva gurgled. 

There was another interruption. A chime sounded and Susy drew her hand away, left the bar and went to the door of the lavish suite. A moment later two young people entered, a very seductive young brunette and a slick-appearing man of about twenty-five. The girl was younger. 

"Kids, meet Ron and Rita," Susy beamed. "Our entertainers!" 

Both wore tight blue pants, and the enormous bulge at Ron's crotch was almost obscene! Part of his cock extended down his left leg, clearly outlined. Rita's pants showed her cunt slit, and her very snug jersey revealed the bulge of her high, pointy boobs. 

"Oh, look at that hunk of meat!" Rona exclaimed. 

Ron showed his pearl-white teeth. "Wait'll you see it up hard, baby." 

"Ohhh, fuuuuuck, that looks good!" Susy gushed. 

Stella shuddered. Only one man and all these cunts? Well, she did like pussy, but cock was nice too- 

She already knew that Susy hired male prostitutes, or joy boys, and just maybe that would be the solution to her needs. After all, she preferred pussy, Rona being her favorite. When she went to a party she could call an escort service and have a good-looking man sent over. 

If she felt like it, and he was clever, he might get a fuck. Still, it had been nice to have Matt around at her beck and call. No more Matt! Oh, well. 

While the entertainers prepared for their show, Stella and Rona went into a side room to put on their party costumes. 

"I think this is gonna be fun!" Rona smiled, undressing quickly. "Did I see Susy playing around with your box?" 

"I thought I'd give her a break," Stella laughed. 

"I'm glad you two are getting along," Rona smiled. "We could ask her over for a party at your place." 

"I'm thinking about it, honey." She looked at Rona's beautiful tawny body. "You're still the best fucking." 

Rona giggled, pursed her lips and ran her tongue out. "I want some of your pussy before the night's over, Stella." 

"Maybe we ought to get home right now!" Stella laughed. 

Rona came over and helped Stella undress. Their costumes, picked from several available, were sheer and thin. Stella chose a red nightie-looking number, and Rona picked dark blue, a wrapper that barely came down to her crotch, belted tightly at the waist. Both wore their high-heeled sandals. 

As they came out into the main room, the performers were ready to start. Susy wore a crimson wrapper, dark hose and very high heels. Her cunt bush showed clearly behind the webbed garment. Stella felt a tingle. 

Rona moved to a sofa with Reva, and Susy drew Stella down on another sofa, all facing the raised platform. Music throbbed from the stereo, not too loudly. 

Rita wore a sparkly mini-bikini, and Ron was naked. The length of his bare cock, reaching halfway to his knees, sent a shiver along Stella's body. Surely no woman could take a monster like that! He had a wellmuscled figure, with a flat stomach, like maybe he was into weight-lifting. 

Rita began undulating her body, facing Ron, and his huge cock began to swell. 

"Ohhh, wow!" Reva gasped, staring. 

"Think you could take that much meat?" Rona laughed. 

"I know I couldn't!" Stella burst out. 

"I could get about nine inches of it in my cunt!" Susy laughed. "That's the length of my favorite dildo!" 

Stella trembled. Susy was so rotten! But at the same time she was still drawn to the younger widow, filthy mouth or not. Most women would never admit using artificial cocks! 

Slowly the monster cock hardened and began to lift. Ron grinned, flexing it as it finally reached a sharp high angle. He had balls like a ram! A freak, a sideshow kind of attraction. Rita giggled, still prancing to the time of the music, her bikini pieces now gone, her pussy not two feet from the high-riding prick. 

The lights were low everywhere except on the stage, and when Stella felt Susy's fingers gliding along her thighs to her cunt, she opened them wide! Rona had Reva's halter down again, and she was kissing the young redhead's nipples, her right hand inside the panty. 

Now Rita began to caress the giant, thick cock. Ron still had his foreskin, and she nudged it down a little to show the swollen glans, as big as an apple! Susy's fingers slid into Stella's cunt and she shuddered, hunching up. Gooooood! 

"OhhhF'Reva giggled, squirming her cute ass on the sofa, as Rona continued to suck the redhead's nipples. 

Now the girl performer dropped her panty and turned, her rear end facing the man. Ron brought his stud-like cockhead between her thighs, Rita leaned way over, hands on her knees. She laughed and writhed her butt. 

"Ohhhh, can you take all that, honey?" Susy asked, staring. 

"Not all, kids-but watch it go in, huh?" 

With both hands on Rita's hips, Ron found her cunt hole and started the knob inside! Surely Rita had lubricated her vagina beforehand! 

Susy's hand stroked faster, her finger diving slickly into Stella's trembling, burning cunt. She wanted to reach over and play with Susy, but she didn't want to miss the scene on the raised platform! 

Slowly that huge prick went into Rita's box! It was amazing! He pushed about two-thirds of it home and drew out! The foreskin was fully peeled back now, the large apricot was shiny with pussy-wetness. 

"Now, any of you girls want to try it?" Ron grinned, facing his audience, that outlandish male emblem aimed high, 

"I don't want my pussy torn!" Rona laughed. 

"Ohhh, not me!" Stella gasped. Susy was continuing her cunt-fondling, and she was frantic for a climax! 

"Go ahead with the show!" Susy laughed. 

Ron smiled, turned back to Rita and this time his cock dived right in the uptilted pussy. He stroked part-way in, out, in. 

"Ohhhh!" Rita cried. "I'm gonna come this time!" 

Stella was sure the girl was faking, but ohhh, what a scene! Ron gave her another stroke, her face twisted, she whimpered and her dainty body shook. 

"Ohhh, oh, ohhh!" Rita cried loudly. "It's comin' goooood!" 

Ron grinned, holding her there with about half of his cock buried in her box while she shivered and quaked. 

"I can't bear this!" Stella breathed to Susy. "Let's get out of here! I need it bad!" 

"Riiiight!" Susy exclaimed. Her hand came away, both women left the sofa, and Susy led the way into a side room. Its purpose was obvious. Above the headboard was a giant, color photo of two young women fucking; the bed was king-size, low to the floor. 

Stella snatched her wrapper away, kicked off her sandals and spread herself out on the resilient fun pad. Susy removed her own wrapper, left her dark nylons on, and crawled between Stella's thighs, as if they'd done this a dozen times before! 

Susy's dark-bushed cunt mashed into Stella's cunt, their breasts met and they began kissing. Oh, how that younger widow could stroke her probe! An excited girl cry from the big room came faintly to their ears. Sounded like the pretty redheaded bar girl was having her fun! Rona knew what to do with an eager pussy, all right. 

Stella broke the kiss and arched her stinging cunt higher. "Come on, honey-bring it!" 

"Let's play it a while!" Susy breathed. "You didn't get a finger in my cunt." 

"Right in front of everybody?" Stella began. 

"You're behind the times, baby," Susy purred, thrusting. "Sure we can be 'nice' at the country club, but we sure as hell don't have to here. All that money, and you fuck only one girl! Not that Rona isn't top-grade stuff, but you gotta branch out a little! Matt was an asshole, a crook, we both know that. We're gonna have more parties, baby!" 

"Yesss!" Stella gasped. "Just fuck, just make me come!" 

"Okay, hang on to your tits. We're gonna fly!" 

Susy's ass began to work in slow coital hunches. 

Their cunts were wet and slippery, but Susy knew 

how to keep them cloyingly together. Stella had not 

been this turned on in a long time! Ohhhh, her clit 

was on fire/ The vision of that enormous cock entering that tipped-up young pussy was like a shot of drugs on her senses. Her entire body ached. 

"That's real sweet cuuuuunt!" Susy panted, hunching faster. "We have to get lots of this, honey!" 

Stella moaned, her thighs angled back farther. Their jiggling cunts attained a new kind of burning closeness-and then it happened! Her clit pulsed, her cunt mouth tightened wildly, her breasts pushed upward, and the honeyed spasms of her lust burst in her loins! 

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhh!" Susy cried, thrusting furiously. "Onhhh-fuuuuuuuuck!" 

Oh! Susy's cunt mouth was tightening, too. Her whole beautiful body shook, her fine hard tits pressed down harder, and the nuances of her release found a response deep inside Stella. She was having the best aftermath she could ever imagine! Sweet pangs of relief swept over her! 

They finished with their upper cunts rubbing together where their clits met. Breathing hard, Susy rolled away to Stella's right. Stella panted, eyes closed, lost in a daze of sensual satisfaction. 

"One of the best fucks I ever had, honey!" Susy giggled, reaching over to cuddle Stella's swollen, juicy twat. 

"Two old maids in a folding bed, huh?" Stella laughed. "The next party is on me!" 

"That sounds real exciting, honey," Susy murmured. "Who needs a fucking egotistical man hanging around, anyway? Always after our money." 

"Right!" Stella exclaimed. 

A knock sounded on the door. 

"Come in," Susy said. 

Rona entered, naked, a smile on her face. "Susy, the entertainers want to know what to do now." 

"Tell them to take off," Susy smiled, looking Rona up and down. "How was that young redhead?" 

"Nice, but two pops and she was all finished. I sent her home, okay?" 

"Sure," Susy giggled."Now, when those freaks are gone, get it back in here. I think the three of us can have a real good party!" 

"Oh, you know it!" Rona laughed. She disappeared. 

"Now I'm gonna find out why you've been keeping her around all the time, Stella, dear." Susy squeezed Stella's cunt. "Okay?" 

"She's damn fine stuff!" Stella laughed. 

"Nice!" Susy said. "Now, let's get these things freshened up a little and we'll swing out." 

Rona came back into the room. "They're all gone, and I locked up, Susy." 

"Excellent! I hope you're up to a lot of hot gooffs, honey!" 

"Bet I can wear you out, Susy!" 

All three laughed. 

End