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Church Friends

By: Peter Duncan



We were young, still enjoying the newness of marriage and the exploration of sex. Both of us had been virgins when we married, had often played together prior to our wedding to the extent of oral sex, but never understood how exciting our sex life had become, practicing every morning noon and night as often as time allowed. Charie was one of those women who in public was always the model of decorum and class. We attended church regularly, Charie having been raised in the church was eager to fulfill her religious obligations and civic responsibility. She taught Sunday school to children, and they had both joined the choir. 

On our honeymoon trip to New York City we visited Times Square, being "lured" into an adult book shop by a shill standing at the door. Here Charie saw her first porno flick, actually masturbated while she watched and climaxed several times. The film was of two men on one woman, something she had never conceived of before that time. The men were both hung, much like me, so, having been with only one man and seeing the large endowment of the actors, she thought that this was normal for all men. I talked her into buying some sex toys and sexy lingerie, which we put to good use, and for the next year we made love constantly, often using the toys in our sexual activity. Many times when I was ramming my cock into her she wondered out loud what it would be like to be ravished by more than one man. I found the conversation very stimulating, but never imagined that it anything like that would ever happen to us. From my own point of view, now that I knew what sex was like with Charie, I often found my self becoming aroused, looking at attractive women, wondering what sex with them would be like? 

After our first year of marriage I had been transferred by my employer to the city of Huntington, West Virginia. It was 1964. There were no children in our marriage with none planned for the next five, and Charie found a new teaching job there. As we settled into the new community we became members of large church. We became active, Charie teaching Sunday school, I joining the governing board; and we both became members of the choir. 

The choir director was a handsome man of about 6'2" with penetratingly blue eyes. He appeared to keep himself very fit, the rumor being that he was a football star at one of the church affiliated universities in Kentucky. John's wife Penny, a rather stunningly attractive and vivacious blonde, was the church organist, playing the piano and accompanying the choir as well.

One night, after choir practice as we walked out of the church together Penny looked at John in a questioning manner and then asked if we drank. It had always been of interest to me that most people drank, but those involved in churches, particularly of the Baptist variety south of the Mason-Dixon Line, made a big deal about it. Many people went to the extreme of hiding their liquor in their homes so other church members wouldn't see it and think them sinners. Yes, we replied to the question. But Huntington was a "dry" town and we had to buy our liquor at the state store. No restaurants served alcoholic drinks. Both John and Penny seemed relieved, and told us that they had really been attracted to us, being close to our age, and wanted to get to know us better. They asked us to go out to dinner with them on Saturday, after which we could all go to the "Club." 

That was another strange thing about the state at the time. There were a couple of "clubs" in town, where you could by liquor off premises and drink it at the club. These establishments offered a personal locker for each member, a comfortable candlelit room with white table cloths, and a waiter to whom you would give your locker key so that he could take your bottle to the bar and have the bartender mix drinks for you.

It would be a new experience for us, and we were looking for friendship being new in town so we eagerly accepted the invitation, feeling that we had something in common. We were both younger couples in the midst of a middle age world. I never mentioned it to Charie, but I couldn't help but look at Penny in a lustful way, wondering what her breasts would look like in the raw. They were larger than Charie's and appeared to be perfectly formed.

Saturday evening was pleasant, although it seemed strange not being able to order wine with dinner. Each couple talked about how we met our spouses, the fact that neither of us wanted children until we had been married at least five years, and we talked about the church and how stuffy the congregation was a whole, wondered out loud if the minister and his wife (both obese) ever had sex, giggling out loud about it. Both Charie and I felt at ease with John and Penny and looked forward to going with them later to the club.

It was Saturday night and the house was full. The club was no more than a dimly lit room with a bar at the end, and restrooms on either end of the bar. The length of one wall was covered with small oak lockers that contained the booze of the club members. Each member had a key that would open their locker. When John placed our order he gave the waiter the key and the waiter opened the locker, took the bottles to the bartender who mixed the drinks. I couldn't resist the urge to make a joke.

"I had a different opinion of what a key club was," I said. We talked about going to the Playboy Club with our large paper key as a pass. Also, it was during the early sixties and there was much talk of "key clubs," which signified a group of couples who would meet at each other's homes, throw their car keys in a pile and pick out someone elses' keys—along with their wives. 

Charie gave me a very accusatory look, wondering how I could have brought up such a subject with members of our church that we were trying to impress. John looked askance at Penny, took her hand and squeezed it. I thought I had really made a mistake and couldn't wait for the drinks to come. When they did John offered a toast to new beginnings. After a couple of drinks our conversation began to open up. It was Penny who seemed to get the conversation going when she said: "Do you think they have any of those key clubs in Huntington?" laughing nervously. John glanced noncommittally at her, then looked at us and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "My blonde wife."

"I read a book about it," Penny continued. "It seems funny, but all of the characters in the book were normal people just like us. They were just curious what it would be like to go to bed with another's husband or wife.

Charie joined the conversation. "Well, maybe if their husbands or wives were taking care of them in bed, they wouldn't be curious," she said smiling and reaching for my hand, smiling to make a statement about our happiness as a couple, not mentioning that we had actually seen a porno with more than two people having sex at the same time. 

John looked at me and I shrugged. 

"I know that it's not considered normal in our society," Penny said, "but maybe some people just need more…or maybe they are just… insatiably curious."

"Curious? Or just insatiable," Charie responded, putting a bit of a hush on the conversation. She looked at me, then at Penny and then John, her face coloring pink. 

"I mean," Penny continued, "I've heard of women who are nymphomaniacs, and just have to have lots of sex." With a quick glance to her husband she went on, "I know that I shouldn't be saying this to church members, but have you ever looked at a man who just turned you on and wished that you could have sex with him?"

John and I both looked at each other. I was amazed that the conversation was going this way, and hoped it would continue. even though I was a bit uncomfortable. I found it both interesting—and exciting. John just rolled his eyes again announcing the blonde wife syndrome.

"I can't imagine having sex with anybody else but my husband," Charie said defensively, looking at me again, smiling, but fidgeting with her hands. Penny had struck a nerve.

"Well, I guess I shouldn't be talking this way Charie. We've only begun to know you, and already I've managed to upset you. I apologize," she said, looking at John silently for forgiveness.

That night when we went to bed Charie seemed distant. "She really upset you honey, didn't she," I said.

She was silent for a while. I didn't want to say anymore to upset her when all of a sudden she blurted out: "You would hate me Gary if I hadn't said that I couldn't imagine having sex with another man."

"You mean you have baby?"

She was silent for a long time. Then, sheepishly she said, "Yes."

I smiled to myself, then said, "Well sweetie, I've thought of having sex with a lot of women—but haven't."

"But guys are supposed to think that way honey," she argued, "For a woman to admit to that would make her wanton. I feel ashamed Gary. Do you hate me?" This penitence came after a full year of talking about how she wondered what another man would feel like inside her. 

I hadn't been aroused until we began talking about it, but the conversation stimulated me to an immediate erection. "Who have you imagined having sex with Charie," I asked.

"Are you getting angry with me Gary?"

I took her hand and wrapped her fingers around my substantial erection and said, "If I were mad baby, do you think that I would have gotten this hard?"

She lay her head on my chest, the air from her nostrils washing my bare skin (I always slept in the nude). Her hand gently grasped my hardness and moved the loose outer skin of my phallus up and down. She was quiet, stroking to please me, but something was on her mind. 

"You didn't answer my question baby." She kept stroking, quietly. "Baby?" I asked again. I was imagining the man sitting across the table from me that night spreading Charie's legs and mounting her, sliding his cock in and out of her cunt. 

"Baby?" I asked again insistently then held my breath.

Hers was like the voice of a little girl who had done something wrong and was confessing to her father. "John."

The air escaped from my lungs. I became unbelievably out of control and my balls released my load with a force that I hadn't experienced since I was thirteen. She lifted her face, my sticky load sagging from her forehead to her nose, and said stifling a sob, "Oh, darling. You were excited about it too!"

To be continued.

Church Friends Ch. 02



My initial explosion was a preamble to a long and passionate night. In the morning the sheets on our bed were all bunched up; still damp from the soaking that came from our bodily fluids. Charie's hair, ordinarily soft and silky, was matted and stuck together, like she had sculpted it with Mousse. The large lips of her pussy were red and puffy, almost raw. And, my cock was chaffed, burning to my touch, my testicles feeling as if they had been squeezed in a vise. Our love making had been so avaricious that we smelled like athletes after a long and hard fought contest. But perspiration was only one component of our redolence. We both had an epiphany that transported us to an insatiable lust, were both exhausted and not really in the mood for church.

Charie had, since the porno shop in New York city, discussed the curiosity that resided deep within her at what another man's penis would feel like inside her, and I never discouraged her fantasy, but the mere suggestion of sex with other persons, even though John and Penny might have been just conversational, filled us at first with feelings of guilt, then sent us into a passionate interaction which we pursued with wild abandon. There was no question that we were both in need of R&R, a respite to insure that we didn't do permanent damage to our sexual assets.

We were both groggy. The coffee and hot showers mitigated our sluggishness to some extent, but as we drove to church that Sunday morning we just wanted to get off the car seat which was further irritating our tender parts, lay down on a bed, apart from one another, and try to rest our wounded bodies. 

John and Penny looked at both of us when we were putting on our choir robes, chuckled to one another and gave us, what appeared to, understanding smiles. 

After what I had imagined about John and Penny, whether it was true or not, participating in the choir would never be the same. While sitting in the choir loft during Church, watching Penny play the organ, my eyes fixated on the mounds beneath her robe. When she played I could see them bounce and wondered if her nipples were stimulated by the friction created with the fabric of her bra. I silently cursed my eyes when my penis began to swell. And when we stood to sing the anthem I winced as my raw, plumping member burned at the touch of my underwear. With both John and Penny it was business as usual. There were no further looks or remarks that might indicate that last night had even taken place. But in the parking lot, after church, John and Penny caught up with us. 

"We really enjoyed your company last night," John said. "Would you like to do it again?" 

Penny smiled hopefully.

"It was a great evening," I said looking at Charie shaking my head, "A great evening. And the conversation was fun."

"Am I forgiven for speaking so inappropriately?" Penny asked Charie.

"You were just sharing what was on your heart Penny," Charie answered, coming to her aid. "Actually, Gary and I talked quite a bit about what you said. I don't know if I am ready to agree with all it, but we both thought it an interesting point of view." She was posturing, trying to appear church-like.

"I just don't like being a phony," Penny said, "not saying that you are Charie. It's just that if I feel comfortable with a friend, I like to say what's on my mind."

John jumped in, "So, shall we go to dinner again?" He asked eagerly. "There's another place on the other side of town (the other side of town was only ten minutes away), Italian. And we can finish off at the club again and..." He seemed like he wanted to continue, but thought better of it. 

By Tuesday I was back in the saddle and Charie was enjoying our rides. It seemed that now when we made love there was a new dimension to our every action. And without verbal communication on the subject we both knew that we hoped at possibilities that Saturday night might uncover. We both realized that we might have been entirely wrong. But there was something about John and Penny that neither of us could quite grasp, something that we had never sensed in any other couple with whom we'd been close, something in the way they looked at us. 

On Wednesday night at choir practice John was all business. Penny did her usually competent job at the piano with no interchange between us, either verbal or otherwise. After practice we parted, saying that we would see each other Saturday night.

All day Saturday I couldn't keep my mind off Penny, fantasizing that what Charie and I thought could possibly happen. I knew that Charie was thinking similar thoughts about John. Neither of us shared these thoughts with the other, but each time I looked at Charie she smiled with new excitement sparkling in her eyes. 

We both took longer than usual in getting ready. While I was taking my shower I closed my eyes under the warm water and visualized Penny naked. Then, as my manhood began to stretch out and plump I grasped my nine inch cock and masturbated, rationalizing that by cumming then I wouldn't embarrass myself by popping my load like a teenager if the excitement of a possible encounter actually took place.

As Charie was drying her hair, standing naked in front of the mirror, I noticed that her nipples were reddened and plumped. She had a wonderfully slim hourglass body. Her breasts were much smaller than Penny's, 33b's. But her nipples were well oversized for her breasts. It was then that I realized that we might be acting unreasonably, and said, "Have you thought that we might be acting like a couple of kids? Maybe we'll be in for a great disappointment."

"I don't think so Gary," she said, "Maybe it won't happen tonight. But you know that I've had plenty of men look at me the way that John does when he thinks I'm not watching. I've never been aware, though, of a woman looking at me in the same way; and Penny seems to do it all the time."

"Does that make you uncomfortable Honey?"

"No, not at all," she said enthusiastically, "It makes me horny. I'm almost dripping just thinking about it now."

We both dressed for dinner--that was the drill in the 60s. I wore a suit and tie, and a white shirt. Men's underwear was either white boxers, or white briefs. I wore boxers because I loved my wife to feel my hard-on whenever we danced. Charie had sexy lace white panties, a white garter belt and dark hose (thigh-highs were a long way off. A "proper" lady wore a girdle to hold her stockings up, but Charie was a bit of a rebel.) She wore a matching lace bra, and a black sheath dress that went just below her knees, and on her feet, black peau de soie pumps with three inch stiletto heals, which were the style of the day. 

John and Penny were picking us up at seven. We lived in a second floor apartment in a four unit building. Biting the bullet we paid more for a two bedroom because we wanted to encourage members of our family to visit us. I heard John's rap on the door. They were a few minutes early. I opened the door expecting to see only John coming to collect us, but standing next to him was Penny. She looked gorgeous in her dark purple sheath dress with matching peau de soie high heels that made me want to smooth my hands over her beautifully sculptured ankles and calves. 

I invited them in to compliments about how cute our apartment was. Charie came out of the bedroom, putting on her left earring. Both John and Penny looked her up and down then complimented her dress. John asked if he could use the bathroom and disappeared. We didn't sit down because we had to leave for our 7:30 reservations. 

As he came back through the kitchen John said," Two bedrooms; nice. Wish we had two bedrooms. This would be a great place for a party. Have you had overnight guests?" He seemed to want to cover a lot of bases. Then, looking at Penny, he said with a chuckle, "If we had two bedrooms we could sleep around."

Penny saw the quizzical looks on our faces and offered, "He means we could fuck in one bedroom tonight and then the other tomorrow night."

Charie wasn't used to coarse language coming from such a consummate church lady, having grown up under the strictures of a religious household herself. She only used it as an action word in the heat of passion in the privacy of our bedroom. Her cheeks turned red, and I wasn't sure whether she was embarrassed, or turned on. But from her body language I could see that the anticipation had taken its toll. Then she dumbfounded all of us, especially me, when she said, looking at John, "Well maybe we could just order a pizza, and you and Penny could try out one of our bedrooms while we're waiting for it to be delivered."

John and Penny looked at each other thinking that Penny's remark was made sarcastically. It appeared that John was castigating Penny with his eyes. Her eyes clouded with remorse and she responding, "Oh Charie, I apologize. I don't know what got into me. I'm not usually this crude. She reached for Charie's hand and said, "Will you forgive me honey?"

I was amazed at the whole turn of events. Penny's use of the word "fuck" in our presence had an aphrodisiac effect on me. Even though I was eager for an exchange I thought perhaps we were wrong about our new friends, that the issue of sexual intimacy between couples was just a wives' tale. Our suppositions were way off base. This whole thing was probably going to blow up in our faces, and after tonight we could well be looking for a new church. 

The color in Charie's face had faded somewhat, but her eyes still glowed. Her gaze penetrated Penny's as if she was getting ready to throw down the gauntlet. "Penny, Who do you think you are you come into our house and use a word like fuck in our presence? We've never used that word in conversation with another couple. It's private between us. I can't believe what I just heard."

I thought Charie would be excited by such talk. I was. Apparently she realized the thoughts we were thinking were all a sham and, upon hearing Penny's crude remark, came to her senses. John looked at Penny who was shrinking with guilt. He was obviously uncomfortable, skulking back toward the door, like he was preparing for a quick getaway. I was just embarrassed by the whole thing, feeling foolish for having such thoughts in the first place, not realizing that one day there might be a Scotty to beam me up. 

"Look at what you've done to my poor Gary," she said, her lips curling into a wry smile, "He looks like he has a banana in his shorts,"then casting Penny an accusatory glance, "All because of you Penny." 

Everybody, including me, looked down at my crotch. The bulge of my prominent cock made an impressive display before I could cover it with my hands. I felt relieved that the pressure had stopped building, although I was quite surprised at the fact that Charie had pushed the issue so hard. I guess all those conversations brought on by the porno movie in the adult book store in New York City on our honeymoon, about how much she wondered what another cock would feel like inside her hand emboldened her. She was about to make it clear to all of us that she wasn't going to wait for delayed gratification.

Charie laughed sarcastically and then continued, "My poor baby gets a hard-on every time he sees you Penny. And John, ever since last Saturday night, I get wet every time I hum the music we've been practicing." She hesitated, braced herself to hold back her emotions and continued, "So, I have to ask myself John, when your wife talked about fucking in one bedroom tonight and another tomorrow night, did she also think about fucking another man tonight in another bedroom? I did, and I am."

I was dumbfounded.

John and Penny smiled broadly and caught on when Charie finally broke into uproarious laughter. They quickly joined in, and so did I as I thought, game on! 

"So," Charie said, "what does everybody want on the want on the pizza?"

to be continued...



Church Friends Ch. 03



After all the agonizing and the questions in my mind of how all this would come about. Would the conversation come up at the restaurant? At the club? Would we be asked to come to John and Penny's apartment? I ran each conversation back and forth in my mind. So here we were, all dressed for the evening, at home waiting for a pizza to be delivered. Charie had situated all of our candles around the apartment (we used thirty in our bedroom when made love). There were no other lights but the flickering candles. She had wrapped a dishtowel around the base of my cock to keep stains off my dark suit, and was working her mouth on my cock, up and down, at the same time flicking and rubbing her clitoris with her finger. We were both excited by the wild, muffled sounds of John and Penny's passions which leaked through the thin hollow core door of our guest bedroom. This was a fitting prelude to what we now knew would happen, and the mysteries yet to come.

Even though I had masturbated earlier in the shower I needed to squeeze the cheeks of my ass together to keep from cumming. The noises from the bedroom centered my mind on Penny, adding to my excitement. Charie was sucking my cock, but I fantasized that it was Penny's mouth, and had a pretty good idea that before the evening was out; her mouth would be on me anyway. When I heard her muffled, "Yess, yess," I relaxed the cheeks of my ass releasing my load into Charie's mouth. Charie looked up with her doe eyes, happy that she pleased me and wiggled her clit harder, her head collapsing forward into my lap as her spasms caught and receded. Not long after, the pizza man was knocking on the door. 

Charie arranged the pizza on the coffee table in the living room, brought a basket-bottle of Chianti from the kitchen and poured four glasses. She nodded to me, and I went to the guest bedroom door and knocked. "Pizza's here."

I took off my tie and shed my coat. Charie had kicked off her heels and was sitting on the floor with her legs curled under her in front of the table. I sat on the couch with Charie leaning against my legs. The door of the bedroom opened. John let Penny go first. She had stripped the top sheet from the bed and wrapped it around her like a toga, her nipples showing prominently through the thin fabric. As John came through the door in stocking feet he was tucking his white shirt into his pants, and zipped up his fly.

Penny stood before us, holding her arms out wide and said, "The latest fashion from Rome." Then she said, "I hope you don't mind that I am using your sheet, but there were too many clothes to put back on, and I didn't want to come to the table naked. Besides," wrinkling her nose and grinning, "we kind of messed up your bed."

Charie just smiled at her and said, "Sleeping around has a way of making beds messy, and we're going to have to change the beds in the morning anyway. So, what's a sheet between friends?"

"Charie is my kind of woman," John said to me, pulling the arm chair closer to the coffee table and sitting.

"That remains to be seen, "I said, my exercised cock beginning to iron out its wrinkles again.

Penny sat on the floor across from Charie, picked up her wine glass and held it out. "To Church friends," she said and laughed.

We all echoed, "To church friends," clinking glasses and then tipping them to our lips.

As the wine warmed my stomach I felt like a man of the world, wicked and ready for an evening of debauchery. Honoring the woman in the toga I said, "Let the games begin," and looked hungrily into Penny's eyes.

"I love games," Penny replied, never taking her eyes from my gaze, "But from what I've observed I might be overwhelmed by your weapon." And then, looking at Charie, she asked, "Is Gary's the biggest cock you've ever had?"

With a gleam in her eye Charie directed her answer to John. "Gary's is the only cock I've ever had. But I've got an idea that tonight will add one more to the total." Then she stood, walked over to John's chair and lowered herself into his lap. "Do you mind?" she asked him, looking over at me, her eyes making sure that I approved.

I nodded and smiled, thinking how brazen my sweet wife had become in such a short period of time, then looked invitingly at Penny, patting the seat beside me, saying, "Penny?" It was all I could do to keep my voice from quavering. She complied and sat next to me, nestling close. 

John draped his arm over Charie' shoulder, pulling her closer. She took his hand and placed it on her breast. It was clear that she wasn't going let this evening slip away without John's cock being the second one she would have inside her.

Watching Charie's move with John's hand Penny asked, "Are you sure you've never done this before Charie?" 

Charie returned Penny's gaze and replied, "Nope, I haven't. I don't have the advantage of your experience Penny but that doesn't mean that I haven't thought about it more than once."

The pizza and wine satisfied our need for food and drink. Candle light made the ambience of the room conducive to romance and deep stirrings. It wasn't long before both couples were necking, at first lightly pecking accompanied by gentle moans. Soon the pecking was replaced by heavy breathing broken by wet slurps augmented by more amorous moans— delicious preamble to the evening. The flickering candlelight coupled highlighted shadows of our bodies moving without passion, filling me with a kind of excitement, perhaps sophistication that I had never known. 

Penny's lips were delicious, her breasts, through the thin fabric of the sheet, were soft to my touch. My excitement of experiencing another woman was almost feverish, my cock straining to get loose of my restrictive suit trousers, and the fact that I knew that I would soon be experiencing her pleasures, coupled with the knowledge that my wife was on the verge of fucking John's brains out in the room right next to us, had my balls ready to explode. We needed a signal, which was soon to come.

As Penny and I French kissed, and my hand caressed her right breast, she began to squirm on the couch, trying to position herself to open her legs; I stole a glance across the table. Charie, sitting on Johns lap had her mouth opened wide, accepting and challenging his tongue. Her hand cradled the back of his head, and her fingers flexed into his curly hair. John's left hand had pressed against her breast and was moving it in a tight circle, and Charie's back and shoulders were leaning into his hand, undulating. They had progressed a little further than Penny and me. Charie's sheath dress had crept up to mid thigh, and John's hand was already caressing the bare expanse between her hose and panties. 

Charie spread her legs as far as the hem would allow, and John's hand disappeared. Bucking and moaning loudly, she broke the kiss and said, "Um, honey, I think you and Penny should use the master bedroom." Then rising quickly from John's lap she took John's hand and said, "I want you to fuck me on the same bed you fucked Penny." With that she led John by the hand through the kitchen to the slightly opened guest bedroom door. Before closing the door she grinned and said, "Have a good time you two."

Penny looked up at me and smiled broadly. "Well, here we are." She shook her head and continued," I had a feeling about you two when we first met. I knew you were ready to try something new."

The sound of John laughing and Charie giggling behind the closed door caused us both to grin. I imagined Charie's dress going over her head and her standing in her garter belt and hose, her petite breasts mounding demurely at the top of her low-cut bra. I looked at Penny and said, "What are you thinking?"

She laughed and responded, "I think Charie is going to have a great time with old John's uncircumcised cock. She's on the pill, right?" I responded that she was and her eyes got all dreamy when she said, "That's gonna be nice."

For some reason I felt self-conscious that my cock had been cut and asked, "What makes you think that I've been circumcised?"

"Most guys are," she came back, "But what you've got honey..." she stopped talking and bent forward, fumbled with my fly and managed my zipper down, "is..." Her hand reached in and I felt her fingers wrap around me, and then pull me out, "a cock that John would be proud to be swinging...and I'd love to be riding...ummmm," taking a better look at my cock. God, you're big."

My eyes bugged out and I bucked up as her mouth covered the head of my cock, sucked it in a couple of inches, backed off and slid down until the head touched the back of her throat. 

She gagged slightly, then pulled all the way off, looked up at me and said, "I've never had a cock that big in me. And I don't want to wait for years before I do." She stood up, took my hand and said, "Grab a candle Gary; I don't want all the lights on, but I want to be able to see what we are doing."

to be continued...



Church Friends Ch. 04



Penny walked ahead of me carrying a candle, her willowy body casting shadows on the wall. I carried two candles and as I walked, my erect penis protruding through my fly, waggling from side to side. I slowed as I went past the guest bedroom door, but heard nothing. My imagination of what my wife Charie and Penny's husband John were doing behind that door ran free.

She stood in the bedroom doorway anxiously scooping the hand that had been holding the sheet around her body, beckoning me to hurry up. The sheet came open and dropped to the floor. Even though the lighting was dim I could see her marvelously shaped body, her ample breasts, large circle areolas, and her light brown pubic triangle. Her legs were sculptured to arouse any male's passions. There was no part of her body that wasn't a turn-on—at least to me. 

I closed the door behind me and set the two candles on the dresser. The mirror emphasized the light from the candles and washed the walls with a dusky hue. Penny set her candle on the night stand, sat down on the edge of the bed and said seductively, "get dressed for bed big boy."

I stripped off my shirt, then undid my pants along with my boxers, dropping them to the ground, sat on the bed beside her and took off my shoes and socks. Her hand was on my cock before I could sit back up.

"God, I've always dreamed of having a cock this big inside me. Jeez, I can hardly get my fingers around it," she said with a giggle and bent down touching the tip of my oozing head with her tongue as she jerked the loose outer skin of my shaft up and down. Her tongue slathered the silky precum around my purplish head, probed my slit for more, and then slid down and back in the groove on the bottom of my glans. 

She knew the spot well and served it expertly causing me to "ooh" and splay my legs then wiggle them excitedly. She'd gathered saliva in a pool on her tongue and soon her lips were gliding smoothly through the moist coating, her tongue waggling back and forth on the underside of my shaft, taking three quarters of it's length until she gagged quietly when my head touched her soft palate. Then she backed off, her lips sliding repeatedly in shorter jabs, as her tongue swirled around my burning flesh. 

I heard through the wall of the adjoining bedroom my wife's muted giggle, and imagined that John was eating her pussy. Not wanting Penny to think she had to ask I stood up and pulled my cock from her mouth. She responded with a," no," to which I assured, "I just want to eat your pussy while you suck my cock. Isn't that alright?"

Relaxing, she replied, "Oh, it's more than alright sweetie," and stretched out on the bed with her knees bent and her legs opened wide.

Just then I could hear the creaking of the bed in the other room. I realized that John was fucking Charie. The sound sent goose bumps over my entire body. This told me that I was truly excited about our new experience, and hadn't as I had expected become the least bit jealous. My passion intensified as I lowered my cock to Penny's mouth, wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulling them higher and wider, and probed my tongue into the crack of her luscious cunt. I'd completely forgotten that she and John had fucked before the pizza came, and was intrigued by the taste that his cum added to her luscious pussy making it taste like the Japanese sushi delicacy, Uni (Sea Urchin).

She sucked me deep and long and then in short slurps, moaning while I teased her clitoris, sucked her labia in and out, and explored all of her pussy that my tongue would reach. Her tongue was on my balls, licking, tickling and her hand stroked the loose outer skin of my cock. I felt like I was going to cum, but was able to forestall it by squeezing the cheeks of my ass tightly together. Once the first crisis passed I raised her legs high and began licking her puckered asshole, causing her first orgasm. It was a whimper more than a moan or a scream, but I was pleased that I had gotten off to a good start.

I wanted to do more but was restrained by the position, so I stood back up and then pulled her legs dragging her until her ass was resting on the edge of the bed. Getting on my knees on the floor I covered her pussy with my mouth and began tickling the underside of her ass with my pinkie finger. This evoked a loud moan and a, "Yes, I love it."

Through the wall, the creaking of the bed accelerated and I could hear John's muffled grunts as well as Charie's 'ooh, ooh, oohs." John screamed "Yes!" and then there was silence. I was beside myself, knowing that my wife had just been fucked in the next room—that another man had cum inside her one-man pussy while I was having my way with his most delicious wife.

I raised Penny's legs and puckered my lips on her anus, gathered saliva in my mouth and squirted it inside. 

"I love it," She said. 

Then I slowly slid my middle finger inside her ass, and put two fingers of my other hand in her pussy. With the thumb of the same hand I began caressing her slippery smooth clitoris, and moved my fingers in and out, making sure that the finger in her ass pushed through her anal wall and made contact with the fingers on the other side. Faster and faster my fingers moved and she undulated to match my thrusts, faster and faster, until she let out an "Oh God," and climaxed again.

"That's twice," she said, "and we haven't even fucked. This is better than I had hoped for."

I was feeling more and more like the lover I considered myself. Laying my head on her soft abdomen, listening to the quiet inner rumblings, I reached up and began caressing her breasts, feeling her hardened nipples, then rolling them between my fingers and thumbs. I knew that I could pinch Charie's nipples real hard but wasn't sure about Penny. 

The other bedroom door opened and then the bathroom door closed.

"Harder she said," and I knew that it wasn't just a peculiarity of Charie's.

The toilet flushed, and the door opened, then closed again.

I squeezed harder, harder, harder, until she started writhing. Then I released and she climaxed again, this time with a long and high pitched, "ooh." 

"You're doing marvelously well Gary," she assured me.

The toilet flushed again and the door opened, followed by the sound of the other bedroom door closing.

"Sound's like they're going for their second round," she said, paused and then asked, "Are you sure you're alright with this Gary?"

"I'm better than alright." 

"It's funny," she said, it's usually the wives who have to be talked into this. But, Charie jumped at it. You two are very natural at this. I can't believe you haven't done it before."

"Maybe we have been waiting for the right couple to come along," I said, not believing this was true, but happy that they had.

I raised her legs again and spread them wide, pressed my thumbs on her labia majorum, parting them with a wet click, and licked from her asshole to her clitoris. I kept this up, my mouth and tongue becoming wetter, making sliding slurpier noises, then stopped, my lips puckering on her vagina. Gathering all the breath my lungs would hold I slowly expelled my hot air into her moist darkness, expanding her gradually. She lifted her head up and looked through her cleavage into my eyes, which were fixed on hers. They widened enough that I could see a margin of white. I was pleased, realizing that I had shown her something she hadn't yet experienced. Her vagina was now ballooned. As I sucked my breath out, collapsing her walls, sucking them tightly against each other, her head dropped and her fists struck the mattress as she expelled a primal grunt. I blew again and sucked, then again and again—and she fisted the bed and grunted, again, and again, and again."

"Oh my God! Oh God! Shit!" she yelled, her breath coming in short gasps, "Oh fuck; where did you learn that?"

I let it pass unanswered, positioned her back on the bed, spread her legs and kneeled between them. Holding my cock in my right hand I opened her pussy with the thumb and forefinger of my left and leaned forward until the head of my cock was positioned between her lips at the portal of her moist tunnel, then leaned gently forward. Realizing that she was tighter than Charie I took my time, making delicate probes until the rim of my had had popped inside her vaginal sphincter. Her eyes told the story. They were wide and unbelieving.

"Please be gentle," she said with caution in her voice, which caused me to laugh. "What are you laughing at?" she asked.

"I just wouldn't have imagined a woman with your experience asking me to be gentle."

"Well, I never knew what a cock this big would feel like Gary. It's nice to imagine, but maybe a little intimidating to anticipate."

Very slowly I continued probing, jabbing a quarter to a half inch at a time. Her eyes bugged out expectantly with each probe. All of a sudden there was no resistance and my cock slid deep inside until our pubic hair matted and laced together. I rested on my elbow, feeling the beauty of being inside this lovely woman's well fucked, yet tight, pussy.

"Gracious," she said, "This is really beautiful. You—are—so—God—damned—big."

I backed my cock slowly out until my head tantalized her gspot, then probed a two inch area until her legs flayed and her hips undulated in erogenous titillation, finally pushing, sliding all the way back in.

"I can't fuckin believe it, "she rasped."

I repeated the pull-out, probing and long slide, then slowly and deliberately fucked her cunt with long slow strokes, feeling her tight warm sponge open and close as it filled and evacuated. Her legs frog-kicked, her toes pointing to the ceiling as if they were trying to touch, and her head wagged wildly back and forth, her silky blond hair entwining into a disobedient mesh. 

She wrapped me tightly with her legs pulling me toward her, reached her arms around my back and beckoned me to flatten against her nakedness. My cock tingled deep inside her moist tunnel as the compression of her breast on my chest and the total kiss of our skin sent elegant shivers up my spine.

"When we first met you and Charie at church it seemed that you two had something special. I imagined then that you were a wonderful lover and told John that we should pursue you as friends," she said. "I've cum three times and you haven't even popped your nuts once." Then she spread her arms wide and her legs opened their vise grip. In passionate enthusiasm she pled, "Fuck me Gary, fuck me. Fuck me with all you've got."

I wanted to make sure that I showed her my best, and, to her consternation, I pulled my cock out of her pussy causing a comical "pop." Then standing, I turned her over on her stomach and pulled her up on her knees. 

"Doggie," she purred, as she laid her head on her crossed arms and thrust her heart shaped ass high in the air, allowing me to ease my thick length back inside her welcoming clam, "Oh yes Gary; I love fucking doggie," she hissed.

We fucked in long strokes, her ass loudly slapping my abdomen as she bucked back against my penetration. I put my middle finger in my mouth getting it wet and sloppy, then probed her anus, opened it and began finger fucking her ass, pushing through her anal wall, pushing my cock tighter into her vagina. She was wild with ecstasy, her head wagging uncontrollably, her hair flailing in unordered whips. Making pig-like snorts she met my thrusts my pendulous balls swinging under and hitting her hirsute mound. 'Slap, slap, slap.' The dam was ready to burst and I barked out, "Penny, I'm gonna cum!" 

Air escaped from her lips in a razzberry buzz and she shrieked, "Yes Gary, yes, yes, yes. Oh God, yes!"

I felt the sharp stab of my first spasm as the trapdoor broke open, and my knees almost collapsed. Each spurt filled me with animal possessiveness and the thrill of performance achievement. Each stroke became slipperier as the walls of her cylinder took the lubrication of my piston. My stomach muscles ached from exertion, but I didn't want to stop. She was now up on all fours, her head vibrating wildly, her mouth blowing specks of saliva on my hands and on the bed. Our fucking now produced sloppy "futching" sounds and bubbles formed at the ring around my cock, forcing rivulets to sag down my scrotum. My strokes were now both agony and ecstasy, the contact of my tender head confusing pain with pleasure. 

Penny collapsed on the bed, beating the mattress with her fists three or four times, her breath escaping with long ooh, oooh, oooohs. I fell on her back with my nose in her hair, protecting her from my total weight with my elbows. We gasped for breath feeling beads of sweat forming between our bodies, and came down slowly.

Rolling off her back I turned her back into the front of my body, bending her knees with mine and spooning, my right arm draped over her side, cupping and caressing her breast.

As we lay there we heard the other bedroom door open again, and then the bathroom door close.

Penny purred, "We're falling behind Gary. They've done it twice."

"Does that bother you Penny?" I asked.

"Not at all," she replied, "I've never had a better 'only once.' "She was quiet for a while, and then her body began to shake. I thought she might be crying, the peals starting almost silently, but building louder and louder into uproarious laughter.

I was tickled by her laughter and couldn't help adding my own, wondering what John and Charie might be thinking in the other room, if they heard. Then in a wave of confusion I drifted from self-satisfaction to self-doubt, wondering if I was being laughed at or laughed with. But the doubt was quickly clarified.

"My body is still tingling," Penny said with amazement. She started to laugh again, struggling to stifle her amusement, and said in a loud whisper, "I've never had so many fucking orgasms at one time," again breaking into laughter. Her laughter subsided but her body kept shaking and she began to sob. 

I wasn't sure of the reason. So I just cuddled her, caressed her breasts, snuggled close and kissed the back of her neck until her sobs subsided into just a quick catch, and then almost total relaxation. I thought she might be falling asleep when she asked:

"Can I ask you to do something Gary?" 

Before I could come out with my obligatory answer the other bedroom door opened again, and the bathroom door closed.

"I can't fucking believe them." Penny said shrugging her shoulders, "Does Charie have a small bladder?" Without waiting for my answer she asked, "Would you mind doing my clit again?"

to be continued... 



Church Friends Ch. 05



Ever since I was old enough to masturbate I had thought of putting my erect penis into every attractive girl that I saw. I imagined that when a girl flirted with me she wanted me inside her. Like most young people of the time, and particularly boys I thought is was all about my cock, and girl's pussies were just something to fulfill that need. But I also worshipped women, and after my mother had taken me aside( I think she had heard me masturbating) and told me that sex wasn't something to play with, and that girls could be hurt very badly if boys took advantage of them with no thought for their feelings. She asked me if I respected her. When I told her that I did she told me that all girls and women were passionate about being respected, and that is was my obligation as a member of the Warren family to always treat people, and particularly women, with respect. That was the extent of my sex education prior to the time that I began exploring.

I went with a number of girls, and I was literally exploding when I realized how soft and feminine they were. I came in my pants the first time I necked with a girl. Then I came in my pants the first time I touched a breast. When my finger went into my first pussy—another load in my jockey shorts—of course. But I always stopped short of "going all the way," remembering the words of my mother about respect. 

I met Charie in my junior year of college at Miami University in Oxford, Ohio. I was what they called a "hasher" or "houseboy," working in the kitchen and then serving tables at her sorority house. It was taboo for the girls to come into the kitchen and socialize with the help. But Charie ignored the taboo, the kind of "in your face" that she acted out throughout her life. She was a pert brunette with curly dark brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, the face of an angel and legs the went all the way up to her ass. When we started dating, another taboo, it was visits to the movies, the local park, which served as a lover's lane, and good-night kisses on the porch of the sorority house.

We progressed slowly, first kissing on the second date, then necking at the park, my hands brushing the sides of her breasts. She welcomed the caress of my hand on her breast on our third date. And on our fourth, she sucked her chest in to allow my hand inside her bra. Her breasts were small, but so soft, and she became more passionate at the touch, our kiss turning into a marathon event where our noses served as snorkels, and our chins dripped with our saliva. It seemed a natural segue that was not going to be denied when I slid my hand up her thigh. She was wearing a dark blue pleated skirt, and knee socks, and was bare from just above her knees to her panties. When my hand reached the warm dampness of her panties she jerked my hand away and said "no," was quiet for awhile then looked up with her wide eyes and smiled, kissed me passionately, took my hand and put it between her legs.

Vagina, pussy, twat, cunt: all the words that I could imagine flooded my mind as my fingers felt her moist and flaccid lips and then slid inside the most marvelous tunnel in God's creation. We kissed and she wiggled and I probed, feeling her moist and spongy walls closing around my tingling finger. I didn't know about female orgasms at the time, had no idea what a clitoris was, or what I should do with it if I knew it was there. But she liked the feeling, and I of course, loaded my shorts again.

As I drove home that night my left hand was on the wheel, and the index finger of my right hand slid under my nose as if I were smelling a fine Cuban cigar. The delicate smell, coupled with a faint hint of urine made me hard again. I sucked my finger into my mouth, fucking it, and lavishing in the reverie of our love-making.

It was the night before we left to go home for Christmas vacation. She would be driving back to Virginia for holidays. She was the last one in the sorority house, planning on driving home in the morning. We exchanged gifts, and then made love, kissing, caressing; my finger sliding in her pussy again, then sliding under my nose when I kissed her, thinking she wasn't aware of what I was doing.

The car radio was playing romantic music, its light casting a green shade on her bare legs above her knee socks. 

I had never done it before, but ever since sucking my finger after first finger fucking Charie's pussy, I had an urge to get close enough to her pussy to eat it. None of my fraternity brothers ever talked about eating pussy. Oral sex had not come into the popularity that we know today.

I lifted her skirt. Her white lace panties were washed in the green light of the radio. Lowering myself to my knees I spread hers with no resistance to my touch. Pulling her skirt over my head like a photographer taking a group picture, I rested 

the side of my head on her soft abdomen, listened to the grumbling inside, which I took as a sign of her excitement, and breathed in deeply. It was heaven to be so close, smelling the delicate bouquet of her femininity, knowing that I was about to do something that she had never dreamed of—and I had only dreamed of. When I pulled her panties aside it was like the beginning of the movie A Space Odyssey 2001, the music of Strauss's Zar Spracht Zathustra blaring in my imagination. (The movie wasn't made until five years later, but this would have been the impact of my discovery). 

The curly dark brown hair covered not only her mons, but her puffy labia as well. Women just didn't trim back then. But I was excited. Nope, I didn't cum in my pants, but my balls were working on it. I squeezed my cheeks together so hard that the passage was closed. I knew I was going to fuck Charie that night, and didn't want any mishaps that might deter me. As I parted her lips the most marvelous click took place and I could see her labia glistening in the ambient green light. I extended my tongue and licked her just where her lips came together. She winced hard enough that I must have touched her clitoris, although I would have had no idea. The parts of the whole were just too overwhelming to me. 

As my tongue slid through her moistened and redolent groove it tingled, having never had something so wonderful on its tip. I suppose my first taste of ice-cream might have come close. But in my memory I thought I was tasting the ambrosia of the gods. Charie oohed quietly, reminding me of a kitten purring. Her hands pressed against the back of my head. Her legs opened and closed against my head and face and she writhed in the seat. My mouth opened and sucked her warm, wet lips in and out between mine, and my only thoughts were how I was going to put my swollen cock inside her.

I unzipped and flopped my nine inch bulk out of my pants, taking her hand and putting it on my cock.

"It's huge," she said in awed amazement.

Then raising my ass, I held my cock, spread her lips and put my head against them, moving it through the slippery groove, finding the indentation of her portal.

"No Gary." She gasped.

I continued to press, opening her slightly, my head inside just a fraction of an inch inside of her sphincter, when she grab my cock and forced it aside saying: "I said no!"

I fought her a little, then remembered my mother's lecture on respect, backed off totally and sat back in the seat. "I'm sorry," I said. 

"It's just….It's just that I want to be a virgin until I'm married Gary," she said with a choke in her voice, tears welling in her blue eyes. "I want you inside me so badly. But I'm scared. You're so big. I need more time. I want to do this with you Gary. But please don't ask me to do it until we're married. And then I'm going to want you a lot."

I was quiet, disappointed that I hadn't experienced my first fuck with the girl that I loved. But I felt good that I hadn't hurt her in anyway. I knew that she was going to be my wife, and I determined that I would wait, and make her proud of me.

"Are you alright Gary?" She asked, as she wrapped her hands around my penis and said, "You are so big. Are all guys as big as this?" Her hand moved my loose skin up and down, and she bent over and kissed the tip of my head, then continued jerking me off, until I shot a long rope of cum that landed across her panties.

That was two and a half years before. And now we had opened something that was more fantastic than we could have ever imagined. I had never fucked before marriage as a matter of respect for women; Charie had never fucked because she wanted to be a virgin for her husband. It was our wedding gift to one another. Who would have imagined that I would be in bed with another woman, experiencing pleasures I wouldn't have conceived of the night that I blew my load on Charie's panties—and that Charie, the demur virgin would be fucking the woman's husband's brains out in the next room. In looking back on my 66 years I realize the strange forces the sex exerts on human beings, and accept the fact that it has taken me on adventures that one only reads about in books, that you can only get in the adult section of the library.

"I think they are finished," Penny said in a very relaxed voice.

I had imagined that we would have fucked over and over again, the way that John and Charie had been doing in the next room. I knew Charie's appetite, savoring the wild animal sex we had enjoyed since our wedding. Penny and I had been cuddling for the last twenty minutes. It was delicious having her naked body so completely nestled into mine. From the first time she asked me to play with her clitoris, after our marvelous sex, until now, she had had three more orgasms. I loved how slippery her clit was soaked with my cum, and I couldn't stop arousing her and getting her off.

We heard the bathroom door close, and then after a few moments it opened again, and then after another interval opened again. I heard Charie's voice say: "Would you like a brandy, John?" He answered yes. Then I heard Charie clinking glasses. I knew that it was time for us to get up.

"Are you alright Penny?" I asked.

"Mmmm, I'm so alright Gary. I'm almost sad that I have to go."

"So, is this what you expected?" I asked.

"I don't want to get up Gary. I have never been loved so well. But, I still want to lay here and have more orgasms. I want to suck your cock ; God, it's so big; and have you eat me over and over again. But, we have to get up."

We walked out of the bedroom, Penny once again wrapped in the sheet. She went into the other bedroom to get dressed. I walked through the kitchen in the living room. John was dressed in pants and his white shirt open, snifting a brandy. He looked at me in my robe and smiled and said, "Good, huh?" Charie was sitting by herself on the couch, wrapped in the bottom bed sheet. I could see wet spots on the sheet. She held the brandy snifter under her nose and looked up through her eyebrows at me. Her face was devoid of makeup, like she had just gotten out of the shower. It was a very sophisticated look, one that told me that she was happy with the results in the guest bedroom.

"Yeh, it was great," I said, "better than I had anticipated."

"Ditto," he said, "Gives us lots to think about."

"Lots," I said, hearing Charie laugh a deep giggle. I turned as Penny came into the room all dressed, her hair brushed as if she just got out of bed in the morning, her face clean and washed.

"What do you think John?" Penny said, "Should be getting home? Church's gonna come early in the morning."

John got up, set his brandy down and walked toward Penny by the door. It seemed a strange parting, but it was the kind of experience that was without precedent for Charie and me. I took Charie's hand and helped her up and we went to the door to say good-bye to our guests, who were now so proper. I put my arm around Charie, pulling her close to my side, and felt a wet spot on the sheet that was wrapped around her, and smelled the redolence of sex.

"Thanks for a wonderful evening John said, looking first at me and then at Charie."

"The pleasure was ours," I said, looking at Penny. "We both look forward to another such evening."

"Many I hope," Charie said.

To be continued.



Church Friends Ch. 06



We closed the door and Charie, standing wrapped in her damp and redolent sheet, looked at me sheepishly. "Do you hate me honey?"

I remembered the girl in the car two and a half years ago who pleaded with me not to put my cock in her pussy, the wife with whom I had enjoyed wild sex for the last year and half, the woman who after visiting the porn shop in New York City that became obsessed with having another man's cock in her pussy. "Let me just say, my love," I said, "you are a different girl than the one who stopped me from fucking you in the car that December night. I thought perhaps that John and Penny would be the aggressors. But you stole the show."

"Do you hate me honey?" she repeated.

"If you don't hate me Charie, then I don't hate you." I replied feeling the sensations in my groin again.

"But I was the one who pushed it. These people are friends from Church Gary. I'm terrible. I don't know if I can face them tomorrow. And what if anybody else at church were to find out?"

"Did you have a nice time tonight honey?" I asked.

She looked at me with her big blue eyes that showed evidence of tears in the corners. I took her in my arms, my hands caressing up and down her body, feeling the evidence of hers and John's sex. I hugged her tight and whispered in her ear, "I love you baby, and tonight was the most exciting thing that has happened in our marriage." I felt her melt into me relaxing from what she feared, and I continued. "Right now honey I'm so horny for you. I want to eat your pussy and taste John's cum in you. And I want you to suck my cock and taste Penny's pussy."

"Oh God," she said, flexing her knees up and down like a little girl who needed to go to the bathroom, "Oh baby, I love you so much. You make me such a happy woman."

I picked her up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom, laid her on the bed and opened the sheet. I dropped my robe to the floor, my hard cock flexing and waggling, climbed on the bed, straddled her face then bent down to her red and puffy lips. She had my cock in her mouth, sucking, slurping and moaning in muffled gasps. I pulled her legs up covering her pussy with my mouth. She took my cock out of her mouth and gasped, "Oh, God Gary, I can smell Penny's pussy on your cock." 

I liked what she said, and liked it even better when she sucked me deep into her mouth again. But, I was busy licking and kissing her cunt, tasting the difference of tonight in comparison to all of our other nights together. I licked her semen laced juices around and around her clitoris, and she came with an ecstatic whoop, then went back to my cock, intent on swallowing another of my loads. This went on for over an hour, Charie experiencing orgasm after orgasm, and me cumming, wilting, and twenty minutes later, fucking her and cumming again. 

Neither of us remembered going to sleep, but awoke in the morning, our arms and feet entwined. The bed was rumpled and so were we. I looked at my watch and it was 7:45. We had to be at church at 8:30. Neither of us felt like even a quickie. Our parts had been over-used and our minds were sated with sexual thoughts. It was good that we were going to a place where we could consider our souls. 

John and Penny greeted us as if last night didn't even exist. That was alright with for that day. We knew that it was important to keep our secret tightly locked. Huntington was a small town, and a forest fire of suspicions and accusations could start with a mere whisper.

Sitting in the choir loft I viewed the congregation and wondered what they would say if they knew of our shenanigans the night before. I kept glancing over at Penny, but she didn't return my gaze, acting as if I didn't even exist. But when the obese minister got up in the pulpit and announced his sermon title: All Have Sinned and Come Short of the Glory of God, I saw Penny's cheeks flush ever so slightly, as her face turned obliquely toward me wearing a devilish smile. I saw the back of John's head turn (he was sitting in the front row of the choir), first toward Charie who was also in the first row, and then to Penny, who quickly wiped the smile from her face, folded her hands and listened intently to the minister talk.

We didn't even say good-bye to them after church, and wondered as we drove home in the car, if last night was the end of our friendship. On Wednesday we received a note in the mail. It was in Penny's flowery handwriting:

Dear Friends, We are at a loss as how to continue, but Saturday night was more exciting than John and I could have anticipated. We have had these feelings for you since we first met, and hoped that we might become intimate friends. Who would have expected how intimate a friendship could really develop? We want you to know that neither of us had done this before, even though my mouth is a bit randy some times and you might expect that we are pros. We're not, just curious, at least as curious as you two. We want to continue, but need to take some time before we do. We want to be cautious to keep tongues from wagging and losing our jobs at the church. But, if that were to happen, we would wish that our friendship would continue. We wonder if your love making has become more intense since Saturday night. Ours certainly has. And while we have been making love, we have thought of you two often, remembering the warm touch of our bodies. Let's just act like friends at church. We can go to dinner again, and to the club, and talk. We need to plan very carefully so that our secret can remain just that.

Your friends in lust and love, Penny and John.

On Wednesday night we planned dinner again, and a drink at the club.

to be continued... 



Church Friends Ch. 07



Penny sat at the organ that Sunday morning, the hard bench pressing against her bottom. Her legs were crossed, her top leg wiggling ever so slightly. She tingled from her anus to her clitoris, and her nipples were still sensitive from Gary's vise-like fingers, applied the night before. She heard the porcine minister announce his sermon title: All have sinned and have come short of the glory of God. How appropriate, she thought, her cheeks flushing slightly. She couldn't help glancing over at Gary and tried to repress the smile. A glance at John showed his look of reproof, and a peripheral look at Charie caught the raise of her eyebrows. Fuck em, she thought, and she placed her folded hands in her lap. As the minister droned on she uncrossed her legs. Her robe was a marvelous thing; she could have been naked below and nobody would know. She thought of that nakedness next to Gary's warm body last night, and the tingling along her anal/vaginal groove intensified.

She looked over at Gary out of the corner of her eye, careful not to turn her head. I could have fallen in love with him, she thought. Nobody has ever loved me as tenderly. John likes to fuck, until his cock is raw, she continued in her thinking, but cuddling, that's not manly enough for him. I wonder when we are going to be able to do it again? 

Her legs opened and closed, and she was pleased at how wet she felt. Her hand pushed down on her mons, and she stretched her middle finger trying to make a purchase on her clitoris. The robe had too much material and she couldn't make it happen. She crossed her legs again, pressed her folded hands hard against her mons, and squeezed her thigh muscles, clamping her labia around her clitoris. Then, with her head slightly bowed, she closed her eyes, looking like she was meditating on the words of the preacher.

Her leg was rocking, and the muscular flexes against her clitoris were producing the desired effect. And his cock was so big, she thought. I thought he might hurt me, but… 

She thought of how gentle he was not to hurt her, opening her so tenderly with his large tapered helmet-like head. She could feel it now, his tiny jabs opening her little by little, and then her vaginal sphincter relaxing and letting him slide deeply inside. Her muscles moved faster and faster making her clitoris feel like it was going to burst. Gary's cock was now sliding in and out in long strokes. She could feel it filling her pussy, coming to a stop a fraction of an inch from her cervix, and then sliding back out, her warm sponge closing in front of his head as he evacuated the tunnel. The words echoed in her mind, Fuck me, fuck me Gary, Fuck me as hard as you can! And he did. 

The preacher came to an impassioned climax, saying, "and go out and sin no more!"

Penny, moved by the spasms in her saddle, cried out "Amen, Amen!"

There was a rustling in the congregation, coupled with a small chorus of amens from the faithful, brought on by Penny's outburst. The minister smiled broadly, his thumbs hooked the fabric under his arms, looking at Penny, feeling truly like a man of God this morning, a man who could move this beautiful musician to such a level of rapture. He looked at his wife and smiled, and she smiled proudly back, her jowled face turning and accepting the adulation of the faithful. He announced the closing hymn, smiling at Penny, awaiting the beautiful tones she would soon be producing: "Nearer my God to Thee."

All week she could think of nothing else. True, the fact that John and Charie had been fucking within earshot in the very next room titillated her. When they first went in, and Gary and she were still in the living room, she thought that possibly he might be embarrassed or having second thoughts. He was not a macho kind of guy, rather gentle in fact. She feared that maybe he might not be able to follow through with the program. But when they got into the bedroom she realized that his gentleness was his strength, the kind of strength she had yearned for all her life. And that beautiful big cock, she thought over and over again, each time marveling at how he used it inside her. So gentle. So concerned for her welfare. 

John was more of a wham-bam-thank -you-maam kind of a guy. There seemed to be no limit to the number of times he could get hard. And each time he got hard he wanted to ejaculate through some kind of stimulation supplied by her. But Gary was such a gentleman. When she was sucking him and he was on the verge of cumming he let her know. John had never done that, not even the first time, when they were in college, nor had any of her other "guys" for that matter. How lucky we are to have met them, she thought.


She wrote the note on Sunday afternoon after having cleared it with John. He wanted to be very cautious, and both she and John thought that Gary and Charie were discrete people as well. The evening couldn't have worked out more perfectly. They had all been comfortable with each other as couples, with each other's sex, and each couple seemed to really be turned on by the fact that their spouse was enjoying the other's. Penny and John began debriefing on the way home when John asked, "So you really liked Gary's big cock, huh?"

There was no such thing as penis envy in John's life. He was an honor student at Middle Kentucky Baptist College, captain of the football team, and president of the student body. He led the Men's Glee Club, and had a very positive image of himself. He was a perfect specimen of a man, and he knew it. So a big cock had nothing on him. He told Penny that he fucked Charie's brains out, and for that matter, she did the same to him. When they got home he showed Penny that he tore his foreskin the last time, and had to run cold water on it to stop the bleeding. "Otherwise," he said, "we'd have given it at least one more run-through."

Penny told John how big Gary's cock felt inside her, and that it fulfilled one of her long time fantasies. But she didn't tell him how gentle Gary was, and that he filled an even greater need by loving her so gently and cuddling with her so generously. John wanted her to suck his cock, to make his owie feel better, a request that she didn't want to deny for the sake of her own curiousity, becoming excited at the smell of Charie's pussy on her husband's penis. John's cock had always felt big to her, but she remembered how Gary had filled her mouth, even gagging her for a second. While she was sucking John ate Penny's pussy, eager to taste the result of Gary and Penny's sex. 

As she was drifting off to sleep that night she had but one regret—that John was sleeping on his side, his arm not draped around her. 

It seemed that the dream came upon her immeditatley was immediate:

She was 7 sitting on her daddy's lap, her back leaning against his. There was something about his warmth and caring that warmed her all over. Her mother smiled lovingly. She was 10. It was her birthday—she sat on her Daddy's lap, blowing out the candles. Her mother's smile gave permission. She was 12. Her piano teacher sat on the bench beside her. His body was warm. She liked his closeness. It made her feel good on the seat of the hard bench. Her daddy came in, talked with the piano teacher and paid him, shaking his hand. He sat in his chair. She sat on her daddy's lap. Her mother came in the room and snapped at her to set the table. She was 17, going away to college. Her daddy hugged her. Her mother wasn't smiling. She was 18. Her mother lay dead in her coffin. Her daddy was crying. They went home. Her daddy sat in his chair and asked her to sit in his lap. He cried. She hugged him, and the dreamed stopped.



Church Friends Ch. 08



After graduating from high school Penny attended Middle Kentucky Baptist College on a music scholarship, becoming the accompanist for the Men's Glee Club. It was here where she met John Hargreaves. Two years older he seemed the biggest man on campus: captain of the football team, student council president...everything. And he was handsome and desirable. But being so popular, he was sought after by all of the girls, and never walked the campus without one of them on his arm.

As Penny grew older she became more sophisticated in her self-pleasure, brought on by the fact that the young men whom she dated in college were more frequently trying to take her virginity. She was adamant about not going all the way with them, but the fact that she had held hard penises in her hand, and had had fingers inside her pussy—even though the fingers were manipulated by guys who had no idea how to turn her on—increased her own need to take care of herself when she got back to her room. She knew by this time how to bring herself to orgasm through masturbating, and, even though she denied the reality while on a date, she knew how to maximize the fantasy before she went to sleep. 

In the summer between her sophomore and junior year her mother was diagnosed with cancer. The medical profession had not yet achieved success in remission and cure of the disease in the 50's and 60's, and Penny, approaching twenty, was saddened by the likelihood that her mother would never see her children. Also, during that summer, she realized that her dad was paying more attention to her. Every night when he would come home he would hug her in earnest. There was much anticipation of the inevitablility in the house of what would become of her mother, and both Penny and her father would console each other. Their hugs lasted long and they were tight, never sexual in nature though. Penny knew how much her father loved her mother and, unable to love his wife in the way they were accustomed, seemed to be lavishing his hugs upon the mother's daughter. Penny was there for him though, and consoled him as a loving and dutiful daughter.

One day, when she was home alone—it was during Thanksgiving break—she wanted to write a note to her friend, but was out of note paper. She went to her mother and father's room, checked the desk drawer for some paper and took out a couple of sheets, sat at the desk in their room and finished the note. She had never been a snoop, but for some reason she pulled open the top drawer on the right hand side of the desk. Her father was a poker player, getting together with friends once a month. There were numerous decks of cards in the drawer. One deck had the top flap open and she picked it up absently.

Deciding to pass the time by playing a little solitaire she took the cards out of the deck, shuffled them and turned the top card over. It was a Queen of Hearts. But instead of the queens picture being on the cards, the picture that was on the card almost took her breath away. It was a naked woman with large breasts. She was sitting on a single bed, with her knees bent, her feet flat on the bed, and her legs spread widely apart. Her hands were on her pussy, spreading it wide.

She had never seen anything like that before and was shocked that her father would have something like this in his drawer. It wasn't hidden, and it had been opened many times, so she knew that her mother had seen it too. She was confused that her mother would look at something like this, while at the same time withholding any semblance of sex education from her. She didn't understand. But she knew one thing: she was getting very wet between her legs. She continued her game.

She dealt six cards face down, and then turned up the Jack of spades. Once again the rims of her ears burned. She had never seen a man naked, not totally naked. And this man was totally naked. He was standing in front of the bed with the woman, holding an unreal object in his hand. It was long, fat and rigid, his penis. Penny knew what a hard penis was. She had been with enough boys, particularly at college, and two of them had put her hand on theirs, one them pulling it out and showing it to her. But, the boy's was nothing like this. The man in the cards was huge—maybe nine or ten inches. She thought she knew wetness, but now looking at the cards, she knew that her panties were soaked. It was not just the pictures, but the fact that her father and mother had been looking at them, and maybe even using them as a turn of for their sex was more than she could contain.

She laid five cards face down on the cards that were already down. Then laid one face up and dealt four face down. The card that was up was an Eight of Hearts. The picture showed the woman sitting, facing the camera, impaled on the man's huge cock, his hands on her breasts. 

No longer interested in the game she turned all of the cards over, finding things she had never conceived of depicted in blatant reality. She began masturbating, and brought herself to the most powerful orgasm she had yet experienced. As she looked at a picture of the woman on all fours, with the man's cock stretching her pussy from behind, she imagined her mother and father doing this, and then imagined herself doing it. But his cock is so huge, she thought, and imagined it stretching her pussy, wondering if it would hurt, or whether it would drive her into rapturous orgasms. 

The guys at college, whose penises she felt were not nearly as big, and she wondered if they were exceptions. She wondered if her father's penis was that large, and wondered if it fit comfortably inside her mother's vagina, or if it stretched her the way the man's on the cards stretch the woman's pussy.

Finally as she looked at the last card, showing the man's penis close to the woman's open mouth, it was squirting a long rope of semen. She thought it was gross, but wondered what it would taste like. She wondered if her mother and father did this, and tried to imagine her father's large cock, it must be large, like the man's, inside her mother's mouth squirting, and she wondered if she liked it. She must, she thought, and remembered some of the sounds she had heard coming from their room at night. She must like it. Then, the thought came to her that this might be one more way to keep the guys at bay, keeping them from trying to put their penis inside her vagina.

At the beginning of her junior year John Hargreaves began paying more attention to her. He would be graduating in the spring and would be looking for a career that would involve his talent as a musical director. He knew that he couldn't count on his music to sustain him financially, so he started applying at churches in his hometown of Huntington, West Virginia for a part time job as music director. It wasn't long before John viewed Penny's abilities at the piano and organ with an eye that she might enhance his career. He asked her for a date, and they soon became a true item. 

John excited Penny more than any male that she had ever known. Their passions worked at a high level, and John and Penny did more with him than any other, including getting naked with him. They were going to be getting married It soon as she graduated a year later, and she thought it a good idea to experiment with him. 

During their love making early on in their relationship, John had attempted to put his hard penis inside her, but she prevailed upon him that she was a good girl and wanted to wait until she did it with the man she married. She felt that, since both she and John would be actively engaged in church activities as staff, she should be pure in the eyes of God, at least as far as going all the way in pre-marital sex. But their love play was intense. She was disappointed however that John's cock was not fat, only about 6 inches long, and began to wonder if the man in the cards was the exception, and real men were the rule.

John continued to pressure her to have intercourse with him but she kept him at bay. Wanting to show him pleasure though, short of him putting his penis inside her, she began sucking his cock to keep him happy. The pictures in the cards and the knowledge that her mother did that to her father gave her permission to enjoy oral sex. The first time it was her gift to him, but the surprise was hers when he came in her mouth. It was shocking and repulsive to her at first, and she was disappointed and hurt that he did it without even giving her a warning. But, apart from the fact that she was hurt at his being inconsiderate of her, she liked the warmth and pressure of it, and it made her pussy become soaked again.

She punished him for being inconsiderate, and didn't, despite his begging, suck his cock for a month. But she was deeply in love with him, and liked his cock in her mouth almost as much as he liked her giving him blowjobs. So, teaching him about her clitoris, she made a deal with him that as long as he would get her off she would resume sucking him, accepting his loads in her mouth, swallowing to please him. Soon she became accustomed to the taste and looked forward to him squirting his warm semen in her mouth, where she would lick her lips, and think, Yum.

Just before Thanksgiving of her senior year, at the age of 21, Penny was called home because of her mother's condition. She would live for only a few more days. During their vigil her father was distraught and would hug Penny and cry in her arms. Penny, in her own grieving, felt it and honored duty to console her father in this way. 

After the funeral Penny and her dad came home to a quiet and empty house. Her dad, with a blank look on his face, sat down in his chair. Penny, trying to make him feel better, sat down in his lap like she had as a little girl. She put her arm around him and laid her head against his. He began to cry, saying the name of her mother Mary over and over again. She kissed his forehead and he look up at his lovely daughter, the image of his departed wife. Tears spilled from her periwinkle blue eyes as she looked into her father's, awash with the salt sea of his grief. 

She leaned down and kissed his lips, which responded to hers passionately. His hand moved up her side and cupped her soft breast, sending an electric shock between her legs. Compassionately she arose from his lap, took her father's hand, and coaxed him out of the chair, then led him lovingly to her bedroom. Her father again responded passionately to her kiss, calling his wife's name. Penny cooed for him to sit down on the bed. She sat beside him and gently rubbed his thigh that was closest to hers.

"Why don't you lie back Daddy?" she asked soothingly.

He lay back on the bed acceding to her direction, his arms spread like a man being crucified. She removed his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt, opened it, and began kissing him from his neck to his chest.

"Oh Penny, I love you so much," he said with a sob catching in his throat.

She undid his belt, unbuttoned the top button of his pants and then zipped down his fly. His cock was already plumped. She took it in her hand moving the wrinkled skin up and down, causing him to grow and harden to a full erection. She was amazed at his size, fat, but only 4 to 5 inches long. Again her myth was destroyed. All men have small cocks, she thought, and, as she took her father's cock in her mouth, sucking it through the saliva that she had gathered, the way that John liked it, she now knew that the man in the cards was the exception, and most men had small penises.

"Oh Mary, Mary," her father cried, and then, "Penny, my little girl."

Penny sucked her father's cock for a long time. John would have cum in her mouth in less than half the time. He moaned plaintively and passionately, calling Penny, and her mother's name, over and over again. She licked him, sucked him, nibbled his head, licked and nibbled his scrotum. Then, moving her lips rapidly, she began fucking him earnestly with her mouth, until he tensed. 

"No Penny," he cried out, "I'm going to cum!" He tried to push her face to get her off is cock, but Penny just fucked him harder and faster with her hungry mouth, until he shot his hot load deep into the back of her throat. Penny snuggled with him on the bed, kissing his lips and stroking his hair, whispering softly, "I love you Daddy, I love you Daddy." 

Her dad dropped off into a deep slumber. She lay with him for awhile, feeling the warmth of his body, remembering all the times over the years that she had fantasized having sex with him in some way, but made it intentional after she had seen his deck of cards. She cried at his loss and her loss of her mother, snuggling ever closer. Then she became wracked with guilt at having taken advantage of her father's vulnerability. 

Getting up, knowing that it might be damaging to both of them if he woke up and she were still in bed with him, she put his flaccid penis back in his pants and zipped him, found a blanket and covered his sleeping body. Before closing the door she looked at her supine father, and thought with pride, you are truly a gentleman Daddy—unlike my John. But I love him...

to be continued...



Church Friends Ch. 09



Just as with all brides Penny's wedding day was stressful. As she walked down the aisle of the church on her father's arm she felt proud to be her father's daughter. He had weathered the grief of losing his wife and had begun circulating in the community, even having dated a couple of women. Penny hoped that he would find someone and get married. She knew how much he needed a woman, and felt a further surge of pride that since the night of her mother's death, when she was a junior in college, he had never said a word to her about the fact that Penny went down on him that night. She knew that any woman would be lucky to have him. Midway down the aisle she saw John's beaming smile. Although twitching in a nervous tic at the side of his mouth he seemed genuinely happy at the prospect of being married to her. She certainly was with him. She was saddened though, by the fact that her mother was not there to see her daughter taking this big step into a life of her own.

In the car, on the way to the Greenbrier resort in West Virginia, she felt proud to be riding beside her husband. Myriad thoughts went through her mind, about how they would progress as a couple, and how they would be perceived in the community. She allowed herself to think of children, but that would be a long way down the road, after John and she had discovered what the possibilities of being a couple held for them. But mostly she looked forward to her first night in the wedding bed and what wonders of man and woman-ness were in store for them. She longed to feel a man's cock, her husband's cock, working in and out of her pussy. She knew what it was like to have John explode in her mouth, or on her belly, but longed to know what it would be like for him to be exploding inside her. She'd been on the pill for a month before the wedding, and wanted to feel his cum inside her so badly. Her thoughts caused her to get so wet that she thought her panties were awash in her vaginal fluids, and she was afraid that she would soak the upholstery of the car. 

Penny was sitting tightly next to John, driving on the West Virginia Turnpike (there were no seatbelts in 1962, and the front seats of cars were bench seats). She started caressing John's leg and he, having an idea what Penny had in mind, opened them accommodatingly. She unzipped him, fumbled with his hardened cock and pulled it free of his BVDs. Holding it in her hand she inspected it in the daylight, looking at the smooth skin that formed from the base of his cock to his prepuce (foreskin) that covered his helmet, drooped over at the end like a puckered tassel. Enclosing his foreskin in the circle of her index finger and thumb she skinned it down, exposing his reddish silver glans, similar to the color of a turkey gizzard. She bent forward and licked it, tasting the faint saltiness of his urine, then formed her mouth into an oval and slid her wetted lips over his head to where his foreskin bunched, and then licked the clear ooze from his slit, slathering it over his sensitive head. Penny felt the car veer slightly, then straighten, knowing that her husband was having trouble concentrating on his driving. But being young and impetuous she thought little of the danger. 

Slowly, taking his cock in between her lips making short slides, she listened to the drone of the engine punctuated by John's quiet moans. Then pulling her mouth off his cock she wrapped her fingers around it and slowly jerked him, kissing him on the side of the neck as he drove. Penny knew, because his ass was wiggling on the seat, that John wasn't going to last long. She lowered again and began sucking. The disturbing yet pleasurable thought of her father's cock in her mouth, the night of her mother's funeral, entered her mind, and she quickly forced it out. She licked and sucked, making loud noises, then took his plumped penis deeply into her mouth and began fucking it in earnest, knowing that she would soon feel the pressurized squirts of his warm cum. But something strange happened. John put his hand under her chin and tried to raise her head away from his cock saying, "I'm gonna cum baby."

She remembered her father saying, "No Penny, "I'm going to cum!" And she loved John even more for acting the gentleman on their wedding day, just as her father had been so thoughtful of her comfort the night of her mother's funeral when out of compassion she acted to console him. She resisted the pressure of his hand grunting," uhuh, uhuh," as her mouth took him deeply inside, sucking harder and faster. 

John put both hands on the wheel and sank into the seat with a loud, "For Christ sake baby," feeling his balls spasm, releasing the sticky whiteness that flowed through his cock and exploded from his slit, splashing his load against the back of Penny's throat, making her uvula drip like a rime coated stalactite. 

He was brought sharply back to reality by the keening siren of the police car behind him. As he pulled off to the side of the road Penny sat up and patted her hair, licked her lips and swallowed hard.

"Have you been drinking son?" The policeman asked.

"Uh...no officer, I haven't. We just got married and we're on our way to the Greenbrier in White Sulfur Springs."

"Well, you were weaving all over the road, and I thought you might have been driving drunk. I thought you were alone in the car," he said as he put his hands on the open window and hunched down to look at Penny, noticing her wet lips that were devoid of lipstick. "Uh, I guess your bride was sleeping. Then looking at John he winked and said, "Nice. Looks like you're a lucky man. Congratulations to both of you...and, why don't you wait until you get to the Greenbrier?" He smiled broadly and said," It's a beautiful place, and the only accident you might encounter there could be a baby nine months done the road," which he punctuated with another wink. "Be careful now." He handed his driver's license back to him, then held out his hand for John to clasp and shake saying, "Drive safely Mr. Hargreaves. And, you two have a nice life together."

It was after nine p.m. when they pulled into the portico of the opulent Greenbrier. Penny had seen pictures of such places but, her father being a man of limited means, had never been able to take his family to such an establishment. As soon as John gave his name at the desk it seemed that the lobby came alive with interest. While she was waiting for her husband to register two bellmen passed her and said, "Welcome to the Greenbrier Mrs. Hargreaves. It was the first time since the wedding ceremony that she had been referred to by John's last name. It felt both odd and pleasing. She felt like such a big girl, so sophisticated. But she was at a loss as to how they could know her name so fast, not knowing that in a luxury hotel as famous as the Greenbrier the signals went out immediately. The bellman put their luggage on an elaborate polished brass cart and said, "I'll be up to the room immediately Mr. Hargreaves," then nodded to Penny and acknowledged, "Mrs. Hargreaves."

John opened the door, picked Penny up in his arms and carried her over the threshold. She loved the gesture—and the room. It was elegant: silk wallpaper on the walls, a lush green carpet, the bed was large, and high off the floor with a lace canopy hanging over it. The furniture was cherry and the chairs were upholstered with plush green velvet. She had never seen anything like this, and she was overwhelmed.

John put her down and said, "Welcome to the Greenbrier Mrs. Hargreaves," kissing her for the first time since the ceremony.

It sounded wonderful coming from him, and Penny softened her lips to accept his kiss, opening them slightly to allow space for his tongue which she knew would be coming soon, and it did. They stood, their bodies pressed into each other, their kissing igniting fires of passion in the tinder between their legs. John's hand raised the hem of her skirt and his fingers tiptoed up her hose until they felt the nakedness above her stockings. She'd been oozing since sucking John's cock in the car. Her thoughts of its warmth and hardness, which would be the first one in her virgin pussy, made her insides bubble.

When his hand touched her soaked panties John said, "Jesus Christ Penny, you are so fucking wet! He zipped down his pants and eagerly pulled out his cock, while moving Penny back toward the bed.

"No John," Penny said breaking the clench and pushing him away, "We're going to do this right—make it special. I want to get cleaned up for you, and put on my negligee and peignoir. 

John smiled and said, "I'm sorry baby, I am just so hot for you."

"I'm hot for you too baby," she said, blushing, "in case you didn't notice how soaked my panties are."

Penny took a shower, put on the favorite items in her trousseau, her pink negligee and peignoir set, made herself up and touched to her earlobes and wrists the expensive perfume that her friends from college had given her. Her palpitating heart was in her mouth; electricity flowed through her body, her nipples touching the soft fabric netting of her negligee feeling almost painful with their fullness. And tingling currents ran from her breasts to her clitoris as she anticipated the feeling of her husband's rigid cock sliding inside her pussy. She felt so in need of it that her wetness sagged from her pussy and dampened her inner thighs. She opened the door.

"You are so beautiful honey," John said with a smile, standing in dark blue silk pajama bottoms, naked from the waist up, his chiseled muscles highlighted by the soft lighting. He held out his arms and took her hands as she came close, connected, and pulled her to him.

They kissed, both eager for their first coupling. John led Penny to the bed and helped her up on the high mattress. Penny wiggled over to the middle of the mattress, not bothering to pull back the soft chenille spread. She lay her head on the downy pillow, opened the front of her peignoir, and pulled her negligee up high on her thighs. She bent her legs, sliding the bottoms of her feet along the cool silky fabric and spread her knees. 

John pulled the string on his blue silk pajama bottoms and let them drop to the floor. He stepped out, standing fully naked in front of his bride, his muscular body framing the rigid protuberance of his penis offset by the dark curly pubic hair, and his dangling scrotum showing the fullness of his semen charged balls. 

Penny opened her arms, her eyes sparkling with welling tears, barely able to breathe.The vision of her husband naked, ready to ravish her, and bring in into the sorority of those who knew the first penetration of a male organ.

John climbed up on the bed, walked on his knees, his hard cock wagging back and forth until he was between Penny's open legs. He put his right hand on his cock and stroked it twice, inched closer until the tasseled prepuce was almost touching her puffy lips. He touched her pussy with his left hand, sliding his middle finger along her groove.

She had seen him naked before, had been naked with him more than once, had felt his hot cock against her tummy as he dry-humped her, pumping his cock against her stomach until he came, then sliding through his cum until his cock softened. So many times she wished to soften her resolve and let him fuck her, just once. But she knew that it would not be just once. And now, with her head propped on the pillow she could see down her stomach and abdomen, through the valley between her breasts. She watched him holding his cock and she waited for it to touch her. After today in the car she thought that she may not have had anymore vaginal lubrication to give, but the floodgates opened in the bathroom, and once again and she could feel the silky fluid building inside her vagina, inundating her labia and trickling down the crack of her ass, coating the puckered circle of her anus with its elegance. It had been like that all day; such was her anticipation of having John's cock forced itself inside her pussy.

She winced with pleasure as she felt his head sliding in her groove, gathering her moisture and then coating her clitoris with her vaginal fluid collected along the way. He had learned his lesson well as she had explained to him more than once that her clitoris did not get wet with the rest of her pussy, that unless he made it wet with his fingertip, or saliva from his tongue, it would hurt when he rubbed it. And then she thought that as much as she loved his tongue on her clitoris, there never had been a time when her juices didn't flow in sufficient volume to be used as a lubricant. But today her excitement almost caused the liquid to bubble up to the swollen node. She bit her lip, waiting to feel his head stretching her vaginal sphincter.

"Oh yes John," she cooed as she felt his smooth, tapered head probe her portal, knowing that he'd peeled his foreskin back. "Yes, oh yes," she gasped when her vaginal ring expanded with the taper of his glans. It felt to her that the inside of her pussy was literally gurgling with her copious flow. "Oh baby, baby yes," she whispered passionately when she felt the ring of his gathered foreskin, now bunched just behind the flare of his head, filling the spot that excited her so, just inside her pussy (the g-spot had not been identified as such at this point in the 60s). But she knew that the first two inches of her pussy felt more excitable than its depths.

"Fuck me John," she hissed loudly as she watched her husband, now propped up on his extended arms, his palms flat on the bed, his back swayed like a well ridden horse. And as he bent further his ass disappeared from view as his cock slid deeply inside filling her with a rapturous ecstacy that caused her mouth to form and oval and expel a long "ooooh." She felt his balls nestle in the crack of her ass, and his pubic hair matt against her soft brown curls. The warm skin of his tummy kissed hers, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist to capture his bulk and savor the feeling of it inside her.

Keeping his full weight off her with his elbows, his chest flattened her breasts, and, just as she wished, John kissed her passionately. Her arms embraced him and she kissed back, feeling gloriously deflowered by the length and girth of her husband's cock that now plugged her grateful pussy. 

Feeling justified at not letting him fuck her along the way over the last two years, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations, feeling his cock throbbing inside her, wondering if John could feel himself against his tummy through her abdomen. Feeling the animal emerging from her soul she began to snort, opened her legs and cried out," Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

John slid his hands under each cheek of her ass, rose up on his knees using his chin on the pillow as a lever and fulcrum, and raised her bottom off the bed. Slowly at first his cock moved in and out of Penny's pussy. With each retraction the raised rim around the back of his head squeegied her juices from her vaginal walls, and caused her fluidity to drip down the crack between her buttocks. With each thrust his balls slapped her sodden flesh, making a wet clicking sound with the next retraction. As his cock slid in and out, wet futching noises escaped from her the tight ring of her pussy. He was in heaven. True, he had known many girls since high school; but nothing had been as satisfying as this, fucking the girl who had denied him for the last two years, fucking his wife, my wife, he thought with a self-satisfied smile. Then he went back to his ecstastic copulation.

Penny's legs bent and straightened like a frog on its back. Her toes pointed to the ceiling and her legs stiffened with each thrusted penetration of John's cock. She felt his abdomen slapping hers, his balls slapping her ass, accompanied by the wet squishing of his swollen member inside her sodden cunt. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," she commanded through clenched teeth, "I want you to ream me. I want you to shoot your cum inside me and fill my pussy. All of her self-applied sexual attentions had prepared her for this moment, and she was on the verge.

John had never held back for so long. He had masturbated and cum while Penny was in the bathroom, readying himself, hoping that he would pleasure his wife in the way that she had fantasized during the trip from the wedding. He squeezed his anal sphincter so tightly that it began to ache, an ache that permeated his slapping testicles. He needed release and she gave him permission.

"Cum for me baby, I want you to fill me," she implored, bucking wildly to meet his thrusts. "Do it now baby-- Now!"

John's face was taught from his effort to keep from popping his load and needed release. And with the last thrust his lungs forced a blast of air through his vocal chords which both whined and shouted, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH," as his balls contracted, forcing the pool of his seed to be expelled deeply into Penny's pussy.

"Oh, oh, oh," escaped from Penny's mouth and her legs vibrated in a death-like spasm, and then, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," as she felt the release and the contractions of her pussy.

Gary kept fucking for a little longer, his cock now sliding freely through the mixed lubrication of his semen and Penny's generous flow. The head of his cock was now at its highest state of sensitivity, his ecstasy mixing with painful surges until his nerve endings began to numb.

Their breathing having slowed, they cuddled on the bed, now both naked. John's back was propped up on the pillow, with Penny's head resting on his chest. Her breasts softened against the hard muscles of John's abdomen, and she was almost purring at the touch of his hand on her sexually charged breast. She looked down at his flaccid penis, still glistening with the emollient of her juices mixed with John's semen, feeling his cum and her juices leaking unashamedly on the expensive chenille spread. She reached for his cock with her left hand, flopped it around and giggled.

"Something funny Penny?" John asked warily.

"I was just thinking," she said, as she peeled back his foreskin, allowing the cum that had been captured under the sheath to run down to the tip of his penis, "how amazing it is that your cock can be all soft and wrinkled one minute, and then hard and pulsing the next. 

"Honey?" she queried.

"What baby?" John questioned her question. 

"I want you to make love to me all night. I want you to fill my pussy with your hard meat, to cum inside me until I flow like a volcano, to make my pussy lips red and swollen so that I know that our waiting for the last two years has meant something."

"You've come to the right guy baby," John said as he felt the wrinkles of his penis begin to iron themselves out....

to be continued...



Church Friends Ch. 10



Charie was alone in the apartment. She and Gary had talked with John and Penny after choir practice, and made a date for dinner on Saturday night, with another visit to the club planned for after dinner. Last Saturday night was something that would not leave her mind. Had anybody told her within the last two weeks that she would be involved in a swinging relationship with their new friends, friends they had met at church no less, she would have told them they were out of their minds. Although she would have been lying had she not admitted to herself that she had been thinking about it. 

The attraction the she had for John and Penny as a couple was immediate. She commented on it to her husband, and he acknowledged that Penny was a "knock out." She didn't mention to Gary that she had thoughts of getting together with them and swapping partners, unsure of what his reaction might be. At first It was a passing thought. Then it grew each time she saw them together. There was a strong machismo about John that caused her to tingle every time she looked at him and heard him talk. Her glance would always go to his crotch, wondering what he looked like naked and hard, and her thoughts projected on him in bed with Penny, making love, fondling, sucking and fucking. Her challenge was to make it happen while making it appear that Penny got it all started. She was obsessed with her desire to get back into bed with Penny's husband as she had last Saturday night, and have him fuck her silly. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she thought, and then felt a sense of delicious guilt at the wicked things that went through her mind.

And now, here she was on Thursday, just 5 days after their "get together," looking at the note that Penny had written, rereading the passage "...We want to continue, but need to take some time before we do. We want to be cautious to keep tongues from wagging and losing our jobs at the church..." Charie didn't want to wait, feeling like throwing caution to the wind. What she originally thought was just a fancy of hers that could never happen, had now become a fact. 

She thought back to how her feelings of sex had evolved, at first being shy and proper. Then, from the first time she felt a hard penis, her wantonness grew like a well planted seed that had blossomed into this overwhelming desire to do things that most would consider improper, and downright sinful. Always on the verge of stimulation her thoughts increased, and with the stimulation of Penny's note and the voracious thoughts of last Saturday night, coupled with the anticipation of nights to come, she rubbed her clitoris through her panties. Then, needing better stimulation, she pulled them aside, and her finger glided over her swelling node through the slick film which she had brought up from between her sopping lips.

She had always been a good girl, a virgin before marriage. In college she dated a number of guys, and when one, any one, kissed her, fondled her breasts, or put his finger inside her vagina, her impulses told her to jerk out his penis, straddle him and impale herself on his hard meat without consideration of whether or not she would get pregnant. But she didn't. It was an almost Jekyll and Hide reaction, and she thought there was something wicked about her that generated these sinful thoughts. She had been brought up in a conservative fundamentalist environment where the wages of the sin of sex were always pointed out, and she had been riddled with guilt every time she masturbated and fantasized about different guy's cocks, even her Pastor's, sliding in and out of her pussy. Obsessively, her thoughts of hard penises continued and the fingering and rubbing of her masturbation continued. She was surprised that her clitoris hadn't developed calluses from the continued friction, and proved that masturbation as a cause of stunted growth was grossly exaggerated. But she continued to conduct herself as a virgin, despite the active part that her brain played in her continued excitement.

When she started dating Gary and realized that they would be getting married she resisted on principle his attempts to put his erection inside, although, if her own wish had been granted, she would have been riding his cock with regularity. Sometimes she would think, when he acceded to her pleas that she wanted to wait 'til marriage, "Why is he being such a wimp?" One thing she did know though was that when that day did come her pussy was going to gobble his huge member and have him fuck her until both of them had to crawl to the bathroom. She had had a number of cocks in her hand during her college years, but Gary's was far and away the largest she had encountered. Sometimes she wondered if her vagina would be large enough to accommodate that "monster," and after the thoughts lubricated her, she would fuck herself with three fingers just to make sure.

On their wedding night Gary proved to be a tender and patient lover, but Charie couldn't wait. While the sensations of Gary's fingers on her clitoris titillated her senses—which she loved—and his tongue in her groove, licking her clitoris, sent shivers up her back and curled her toes, she had a greater desire for fast coupling, and rough sex. It was as if her pussy demanded to be fucked and filled with cum. She loved giving oral sex, again being thrilled when she tasted his seminal release. But, unlike most women, her fuse was short, more like a male's, and she would come quickly. It frustrated her that Gary took so long to get hard again after having ejaculated either in her pussy or her mouth. And two days into their honeymoon she began fantasizing what it would be like to experience a group of men standing in line for the next poke. She felt like she was wanton and wicked, yearning to be ravished repeatedly, feeling completed only when her pussy lips smarted with the repeated friction of Gary's cock. 

It was at her suggestion that they go into one of porn shops on Times Square, the one that advertised a screening room. Gary was reticent and even resistant, after having evidenced Charie's revulsion to the "sleazy" porn shop when they had driven by it on their way from the airport to the hotel. But when she had first spotted it she was curious beyond belief. Not wanting her husband to know the extent of her obsession, she told him how gross it was to her. She wasn't sure that he would understand her curiosity, and she tingled with the hope that they might go there later in the week.

Once in the store she was felt like she was in a forbidden adult playground, marveling at the merchandise they offered for sale. The sexy lingerie held an attraction to her, given her penchant for quick action, she found the split crotch items were very practical and alluring. She looked at the dildoes and strap-ons, not yet understanding an attraction with sex with another woman, but wished she could feel a dildo in her right now. She didn't quite know how to approach her husband, so she merely said, "Isn't that ridiculous?" 

But the screening room held the most allure for her, and she was tickled at the way Gary's Adams apple worked up and down when she asked him if they could buy the tickets for the next showing. The room was small with just twenty seats; some were just regular movie theatre seats, but the ones she was interested in were the love seats, with no armrest in-between. There were three single men in the room when the film began, along with an older couple. It was a black and white film that took place in around the pool of a house surrounded by palm trees. The woman was lounging in a satiny robe that showed the generous cleavage of her ample breasts. She opened her robe to the sun and lay back on the lounge chair. Her breasts were large, with huge circular headlights, and her mound was covered with a thick patch of bushy black hair. Three men with Acme Pool Cleaning embroidered on the backs of their white cover-alls came into the yard and approached the pool. There was no sound track on the movie. She motioned for the man who looked like he was in charge to come close. Sitting up in the lounge chair she reached out her hand and started fondling the man's crotch. The man bent down and caressed her left breast, and she unzipped his fly, pulling out his rigid cock (It wasn't large, probably 6, or so, inches) and she began stroking it.

Charie's nipples were already tingling, and she could feel herself lubricating. Gary wiggled in his chair, put his arm around her and fondled her breast. The room was dark and she couldn't see the other patrons, but she could hear the sound of kissing from the couple behind them. The woman sighed.

The woman in the film kneeled before the man in the coveralls and began sucking his cock. There was a close-up of her lips and tongue working his head and slit. The camera panned to the other two men who had their cocks in their hands, masturbating. Neither of these men had large cocks either. One was uncircumcised. He was a little larger, and Charie was fascinated as the close-up showed his foreskin uncovering and covering the head of his cock with each stroke.

Sitting cross-legged Charie squeezed her clitoris between her thighs and felt the need to touch or be touched. The sounds of increased breathing in the room and the clearing of a throat titillated her ears, and with the sound of rustling fabric from the couple behind them, she knew that the man was feeling the woman's pussy. She uncrossed her legs, took Gary's hand and put it between them.

In the film the man had removed his coveralls, having nothing on underneath, and was standing naked with the woman still sucking his cock. He helped the her stand up and took her to the patio table, where he laid her down, and spread her legs. The camera panned in on her glistening pussy, offset by the thick bush of dark hair, and showed the close up of his cock penetrating her, then moving slowly in and out as the man fucked her.

Charie had often looked at her own pussy with a hand mirror, and wondered what it would look like to have a cock sliding in and out of it. She was galvanized by the close up, and when Gary slid his finger inside her she experienced an immediate orgasm.

As the movie progressed, the woman was on her back in the lounge chair, being fucked by the first man, while both of her hands were actively stroking the cocks of the other two men, who were crouched beside the lounge.

Charie, while listening to the gasping of the woman behind her, and the moans of the single men in the audience as they masturbated, rubbed her clitoris, her finger touching Gary's, feeling the wet film that he gathered from inside her pussy. She was on the verge of another orgasm, but was waiting to hear if the woman behind her would cum.

The woman in the film got up on her hands and knees on the lounge chair, and was entered from behind with the uncircumcised man. Then leaned forward to the man standing in front of the lounge and took his cock into her mouth.

Charie couldn't hold back, and with a high pitched "oooh," experienced an even greater orgasm than the first. Maybe the woman behind her took this as permission to let go, and loudly whispered, "Oh God, yes!"

One of the men went to the patio table, picked up a tube of KY gel, and slathered a generous amount on his cock. When he came back the woman was standing. The man sat down, and the woman backed up to him, bending over, and gently lowering her self, pulling the cheeks of her ass apart. The camera came in close, showing the head of the man's penis barely penetrating her anus. They paused, and then she lowered a little more, moved up in down in tiny rises and falls, and then let gravity take her into a sit, impaling herself on the man's cock.

Charie's eyes were wide as saucers. She had never even conceived of anal sex, and wondered how it would feel.

The woman lay back on the man's chest, his cock inside her ass, his balls dangling. The first man grasped her ankles, raised her legs, and then slid his cock inside her pussy. The camera zoomed in showing the mass of flesh inside her two orifices, both men's balls nestling on each other. Zooming back, the picture was of her and the two men inside her, and the uncircumcised man's cock in her mouth.

After the film was over the screening room was quickly emptied. Nobody looked at another person, just walked out nonchalantly. Charie and Gary walked hand-in-hand up Broadway. Neither spoke. Charie's mind was active, remembering the scenes in the movie. The anal sex was fascinating, but she doubted whether Gary's huge cock would fit into her tiny hole. But as far as having another man, inside her while sucking another, and perhaps, if a third man where there and his cock were small enough, maybe she could take him in her ass. She knew that she wanted to find out. And from this point on, the film played over and over in her mind, particularly when she talked with an attractive man, and even more particularly after she had met John.

She was so horny that her clitoris was sore from rubbing. Charie was anxious to know if they could get together again on Saturday night. The experience with John was new, and she wanted more. Maybe it was too soon to make it with both Gary and John at the same time, but she could see no reason that they couldn't do it again. Sure, maybe they shouldn't use their own apartment again so soon after last Saturday, but what about John and Penny's place? It was only one bedroom, but there was always the couch in the living room. She picked up the phone and dialed. "Hello Penny? Yes, this is Charie calling. I was wondering if we might meet for lunch tomorrow."

Both Penny and Charie worked in offices downtown. There was a coffee shop around the corner, only a block from either's office building. They met at 11:30 to beat the lunch rush. Charie arrived first, and selected the booth at the back of the restaurant. She watched as Penny came in, looked around and then waved as she saw Charie in the back. As she walked with her sensuous gait Charie thought, I never even considered making love to a woman, but...

Charie got up and hugged Penny. They both sat down and picked up a menu. It was apparent that Penny was nervous. Charie was too but, since she was the prime mover in the affair, she broke the ice.

"Both Gary and I really appreciated your note Penny."

Penny looked into her eyes. A thin smile curved her lips, and she said, "John said that we should wait for a while before we get together again. But I wanted to write the note."

"Did John read it?" Charie asked.

"Yes," Penny said, her smile broadening.

"And?"

"After he read the note he said that it seemed silly that we couldn't all get together as soon as we could arrange it, but..."

"Not at our place, right?" Charie interjected.

"Right," Penny answered, "I said perhaps we could go to our apartment. And he thought maybe it was too small. But I said that we had all gotten along so well that maybe it wouldn't make a difference."

Charie reached over and took Penny's hand saying, "It won't hon, and maybe it will even make it more fun."

"I can't imagine it being more fun Charie. I just want to try out your luscious husband again, and..."

Charie smiled and patted her hand.

"I told John that we were having lunch today. And he said that he was going to call Gary."

to be continued...



Church Friends Ch. 11



"What's that grin on your face for John?" she asked. 

It was Saturday morning. Penny was lazing in bed, when John, who had just gotten out of the shower said, "I was just thinkin about tonight babe, got all horny in the shower and started to jerk off. But I thought, why waste a perfectly good load down the drain. So here I am."

She looked at the tent created by John's cock protruding into the towel that he'd wrapped around his waist. God, he's so horny, she thought as she smiled up at him, realizing that her pussy would be seeing more action today than most days, feeling the hint of moisture that would soon be leaking out of her labial dam. 

"Voila," he said as he whipped the towel off and presented his waggling member. "Prepare to meet your fucker," he added before tearing off the covers, then grabbing her ankles and pulling her ass to the edge of the bed. He raised and parted her legs causing her pussy lips to open with a wet click. "You've been playin with yourself, haven't you Penny," he accused.

Her cheeks flushed as she meekly nodded her head yes. "You've caught me again." But what she didn't tell him was that she was thinking of Gary's tongue exploring her groove the way she remembered him doing it last Saturday night. She wished that John would follow the same path and cover her pussy with his mouth before putting it in. But she knew he wouldn't.

John held his cock in his right hand, peeled back his foreskin, wet his bulging head in Penny's groove and slid inside. He wasted no time as he started pumping, first slowly, then a little faster. 

She loved the feel of his cock inside her, but yearned for John to be more romantic and give at least as much time to foreplay as he did to the act. She loved to be fucked, there was no mistaking that—loved the feeling of his cock filling her pussy, massaging the spot, that would later be called "g-spot," as it parted her supple cylinder that opened with each thrust and closed when he pulled back. She loved the feel of his mons pressing against hers as he was deep inside her, his scrotum caressing the cleft of her ass. 

But she wished for orgasms in foreplay which would lead to greater orgasms throughout their loving. And she loved the coming down orgasms when cuddling, something she had only experienced on their honeymoon at the Greenbrier—until last week when she slept with Gary. Maybe the big lug will learn something from him, she thought, as her legs flexed and released, her toes reaching for the ceiling. She knew that she wasn't going to get off with John just fucking her, so she started titillating her clitoris with her fingers. Just before John shot his wad inside her pussy, she touched off her orgasm and whooped, scissoring him with her legs, hoping that he would be tender with her and cuddle and snuggle.

There was never a time when John didn't savor it. He'd always loved to fuck and loved to cum more than anything else, including his music. He never thought to control it, and it always happened so fast. So he wanted to do it over and over again to enjoy the sensation of his seed being planted. 

Looking back on his learning curve he had come into his own, so to speak, in his second year of college. Because of his prominence on campus he could have had almost any girl he wanted—hated using condoms, which he had to do if he was going to come to full term in a girl's pussy. But he solved this problem with a female music professor, Margo Manfried, a transplanted German who was in her mid forties, and had undergone a hysterectomy. But that didn't stop him from trying it out the coeds. More often than not he would go in bareback, and just pull out when he was ready to cum, usually pressing himself on their bellies and oozing his hot semen on their nubile skin, then spreading his aloe with his own belly. With the more adventurous girls he came in their mouths. 

When he met Penny, sex with the coeds stopped. But Margo was a secret that he kept well hidden until graduation. Penny satisfied his need to cum, by taking it in her mouth and often swallowing, while Margo, the dominant older woman, unbeknownst to Penny or anybody else on campus, including Margo's aging husband, satisfied his other needs. Now, as he spurted his load inside Penny's pussy he felt once again like he had been confirmed as a male. 

He was refreshed and lusty and, now that he was living in a different sexual world, wanted to experience something a little kinkier, knowing that the action would put his flaccid cock back on a fast track to an erection. It had been at Charie's suggestion last Saturday night that he sucked his cum out of her pussy, something he'd never done with Penny, sharing a snowball with her, trading his semen back and forth while they kissed. Initially, he found it repulsive, but because of Charie's wildness the kink grew on him very rapidly. And the third time that they fucked that night, when Charie made him take his cock out of her pussy and cum in her mouth, the kissing and the interchange had already begun to excite him.

Surprised and excited by John's unexpected action, Penny oohed when he licked her sloppy vulva, going limp before tensing for her second orgasm. She was so pleased that her husband had finally done what she had been longing for for such a long time.

He found that he now enjoyed the slickness and musky taste of his semen mixed with his wife's feminine essence, which had changed the texture of her pussy in a way that he had previously been ignorant of. He stretched his tongue and dug the tip inside as far as he could, lapping white gouts of sperm-filled semen which he gathering behind his teeth and under his tongue. He slurped and blew, making wet farting noises that she responded to by flailing her legs. The tip of his tongue slid around the sides of her clitoris and licked semen from between her hood and clit, the way Charie insisted that he must do it to her. Funny, he thought, I've been married to Penny for over a year and she never suggested anything like this. And then in one night, a stranger tells me what to do to please her, and also tells me that it will drive my wife crazy. For the first time with Penny he felt that he was taking on the role of a more sophisticated lover.

For Penny, the experience was a new one with John. This experience of swapping with Gary and Charie seemed to carry with it benefits that she hadn't bargained for. She'd thought it would be just something new and exciting—wicked—not expecting it to have an improved effect upon her loving with John. So, closing her eyes after her second orgasm she welcomed John's slippery lips, excited at the musk of their compounded fluids that wafted to her nose. And she was almost overwhelmed when John spent time cuddling with her. It was only a short time, but something she had not been accustomed to. I wonder what we will bring away from tonight's gambit, she thought.

Dinner at the small Italian restaurant was excellent. The conversation was much more natural than the last time they went out. Their having been together naked in bed with the other's spouse brought with it an ambience they never felt with other friends. They sat in a booth, husbands facing the other's wife. 

Charie, facing John on the inside of the booth, being the natural aggressor, felt safe from view and made the first move under the table. She had kicked off her pumps and reached out with her foot, her toes caressing John's lower leg. John responded by removing his loafer, and they began playing footsie. They all laughed when Charie said, "John! What is your foot doing between my legs?" 

Penny looked around warily, wondering if others in the restaurant had heard Charie's comment. Apparently it had only seemed loud to her. She was taken aback when Charie took hold of her hand and put it on top of the bulge of John's foot, which was squirming in Charie's crotch. Her face flushed and she jerked her hand away, feeling that this was all wrong. When she felt the top of Gary's foot caressing the back of her calf, she at first checked the length of the table cloth with her hand. Then feeling at least protected from view she reluctantly opened her legs, allowing his foot to find the softness of her pussy.

Since Thursday, at lunch, Charie had not been able to keep the vision of Penny's willowy body walking into the restaurant from her mind. As Penny walked Charie's eyes went to Penny's sensual hips, swaying while she walked. Each step caused her fluid breasts to jiggle ever so slightly. She tried to imagine if Penny's labia made any kind of movement down below. Did her lips slip and slide, or did they merely purse together? It was then that a hidden desire surfaced. Remembering the porno flick, on her honeymoon, she had found herself being aroused at the sight of the naked woman in the film, wondering if her pussy would taste and smell like her own. A couple had been behind she and Gary in the screening room, and they were obviously making love, at least to the extent of using their hands and fingers. Charie had an overwhelming urge to turn around, take hold of the man's hand and smell his fingers, suck them into her mouth and taste what another woman was like. She felt strange and wicked, but she liked what she was feeling. Since that time, she often played with herself, getting her fingers wet and sucking them, thinking of the close-ups of the woman on the screen, thinking of the unknown woman behind her who was moaning because, what must have been her escort's finger working in her pussy. It was this thought that moved her to grab Penny's hand and put it on John's foot, which was working between her legs.

Penny, feeling uncomfortable, caressed Gary's leg. She moved her foot up Gary's calf, then hooked her foot behind his lower leg, tentatively encouraging him to get more into the action. Gary—not as tall as John—scruntched down into his seat and parted Penny' stockinged legs. His toes wiggled on her bunched panties. She glanced around to make sure that nobody in the restaurant was noticing the activity under the table, then scruntched forward slightly so that Gary's toes could work in her groove. Once again, she felt so wicked, and somewhat guilty. Her breath quickened when his big toe touched her clitoris, and she wanted to moan out loud but calmly controlled the urge. She felt that this was so wrong, yet so right. How could it be wrong, and right? How often had she felt this way? And how often had she prayed to God about her feelings? The way she felt about the new relationship with Gary and Charie. The way she felt when she masturbated in church, the way she felt when she sucked her father's cock, when she was in college, after her mother's funeral. She felt guilty about it all, but she loved it. The way she felt when... 

~~~~~~~~~~

She hadn't thought of Miriam since she graduated from college, beginning to practice not thinking about her on her graduation day, after she had met Miriam's parents, after saying goodbye—forever. The memory must have been triggered by Charie taking her hand and putting it into her lap while John was playing footsie with her crotch. It was wrong, she thought. So much of what she thought and what she was doing was wrong. Would God forgive her?

Miriam Stern had been her roommate for her last two years at school. A member of a prominent Jewish family from New York City, she was much more confident than Penny. She was tall and thin, a redhead with freckles, and she had smallish breasts. Quite liberal for the times, she was a rebellious young woman, attending a Christian university in the face of her parent's urgings to matriculate to a liberal eastern school located in Boston. At the same time she was critical of the school's fundamentalist teachings, and often got herself into trouble with other students by taunting them about their "backward" religious expressions. 

Penny didn't like her at first and considered requesting another roommate. But, when she told her parents about her intention, her mother reminded her that she was a Christian, and that Jesus accepted all people, regardless of their differences. She prayed with Penny, as she did in all difficult decisions, and convinced her to stay with her eclectic roommate. 

Through exercising her mother's philosophy Penny grew to like Miriam very much, often coming to her defense when other students reviled her, passing on the "Jesus accepted all people" principle that her mother convinced her of. But sometimes Miriam's views caused her much distress. Penny was committed to remaining a virgin until she married, and Miriam was promiscuous. 

"It's a whole lot of bullshit about a piece of skin," she would often say about an unbroken hymen; and, "You're not a woman until you've felt a man's cock filling your pussy. Fucking is heaven on Earth, and orgasms are Heaven."

Penny began living through Miriam vicariously, much to her internalized guilt, but found herself being sexually aroused when her roommate would come in after a hot date and tell her about what the guy did to her, and what she did to him.

"They love blowjobs," she said, "more than anything in the world. So, if you go with a guy and don't want to let him fuck you, and you want to keep him on the string, give him blowjobs."

"But, then I wouldn't be a virgin," Penny protested.

"Bullshit! Blowjobs don't take away your virginity. They don't break any skin." 

Penny prayed about this, but got no answer. But being influenced by Miriam, when one of the fraternity boys she dated insisted that she feel his cock, she did it, something which thrilled her the first time, making her feel guilty, but also causing her to look forward to the next time. The next time he convinced her to suck it, which she did tentatively, thinking what Miriam would do. But the boy had a short fuse and he came in her mouth, which disgusted her, and she spit it out. When Miriam asked her why she looked so guilty after she had come in from the date, Penny told her that he was disgusting—that he had ejaculated into her mouth, and she had spit it out.

"Disgusting?" she said, "You've just discovered the Holy Grail, as far as guys are concerned. It's an acquired taste sweetie, and let me tell you this: if you let a guy come in your mouth, you will be able to protect your virginity forever."

So, Penny acquired the taste, loved the feel and the thought and reality of a hard warm cock in her mouth, and relished the warm cream that topped off her lover's excitement. She felt like a missionary, never having to fulfill the position. 

She was intrigued with Miriam's raw sexuality and her obvious disdain for moral strictures—jealous of the enjoyment Miriam got from her forays. But, through Miriam's talking, she learned more about her own body. Miriam told her that it was up to the guys to push your button, and she related how she instructed her guys in the purpose of a clitoris, and the sensitive first two inches of her vagina. "You have to tell some of these dumb shits where the damn thing's located." But Penny was especially uncomfortable with Miriam's views on sex parental taboos, although Miriam had never said that she had ever done anything about it.

Miriam told her that from the time she discovered sex, she always fantasized about her father. Penny acted shocked at the admission, but was really torn by the guilt of her own feelings, which had been the subject of many of her talks with God. 

"It's immoral," she said, "Wicked. Evil."

"These fundamentalists have really got you brainwashed baby," Miriam would reply. 

"It says in the Bible that it is wrong."

"Bible, schmible," Miriam twanged in her best New York accent, "I've read the same stuff as you—was taught about all the prophets, until JC did His thing. That's where we got off the boat. And, I really loved the story of Lot and his daughters."

They went around and around on the subject, and just as with so many things that Miriam espoused, Penny eventually softened her harsher views. Perhaps that is the reason she found it so easy to give her father a blowjob, the night of her mother's funeral, to ease the pain of his wife's death. 

"Oh baby," Miriam said when, upon returning from the funeral, Penny confessed the act. "Oh baby, maybe I shouldn't have talked about that with you. You look so damned contrite, so guilty."

Penny's eyes welled with tears, and absent a living mother, and now with a father that she felt had been defiled, she began sobbing.

Miriam took her in her arms, held her tight and rocked her.

Penny couldn't explain her actions, and asked many times thereafter for God's forgiveness, as her whole body began to warm and she pushed her pelvis into Miriam's.

Miriam responded as Miriam would, and as Miriam had hoped for since meeting Penny. Her hands slid down Penny's back to her butt, and she cupped each cheek, pulling her tightly against her, grinding her pubic bone against Penny's.

Penny looked up with wet, red eyes, moisture dripping from her nose, accepted Miriams soft kiss, then opened her mouth as Miriam's tongue explored her moist, dark cavity. 

Miriam knew what to do, having done it many times before. She pulled Penny's blouse out of her skirt and unbuttoned it; then unbuttoned her own. She peeled Penny's blouse off her arms, and then her own. She reached around and unsnapped Penny's bra, and then hers. Naked from the waist up she carefully touched her nipples to Penny's and then kissed her deeply again. 

Penny was hers as she had always hoped she would be, and her new conquest was the sweetest victory she had ever achieved.

As Penny lay naked on the bed with Miriam's tongue ravishing her clitoris her thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of sexuality. She felt so good, and asked herself, How can something that feels so good be bad? Memories of her masturbation, the cocks she had jerked, and sucked, the times she felt the warm surge of cum spewing from the end of a cock, flowing over her tongue, hitting the back of her throat—they all felt so good. She had never had so many orgasms as Miriams tongue struck pay dirt over and over again, and her fingers electrified her and sent shockwaves to the bottom of her feet and the ends of her toes. This: all because of her confessing the incestual sucking of her father's cock. As her body spasmed over and over again, she loved her father even more, and hoped that she would have another opportunity to please him. 

Miriam knew exactly how to handle an uninitiated woman, and was pleased at how easy Penny was to get off. Perhaps the newness of the situation was what caused her first orgasm when she was suckling on breast and pushing on the other, massaging it in a circular motion against her chest. And, she had a pretty good idea that she had never been eaten before, given the male ignorance of the day about women's clits. She got off herself when Penny's legs almost crushed her head and she let out frenzied cry. Miriam hoped that the floor monitor didn't hear it and come running. Speaking of running, Penny's cunt was awash in her own ejaculate as a result of Miriam's fingers pressing and releasing the spot that years later, so much would be written about. As much as she was enjoying her multiple orgasmic conquest, it was time for Penny to satisfy her own needs. So, Miriam reversed her position, still covering Penny's pussy with her mouth, and presented her own femininity to Penny's mouth.

Penny was so warmed by her orgiastic frenzies that the sight of Miriam's pussy closing toward her mouth excited her. She had looked at her own pussy more than once with the aid of a hand mirror, just taking for granted that all females' were the same. Hers was a warm shade of pink, but Miriam's was a mauve color, surrounded by dark red hair. Hers was light brown. Her own lips were hidden by her larger, puffy lips, but Miriam's extended well below her labia majora and parted, curling outward like butterfly wings. As she brought her vulva closer to Penny's face Miriam's pussy lips quivered and shimmered with a wetness that looked like it would start dripping. When Miriam's wet lips touched Penny's mouth she instinctively began sucking, just like a newborn baby instinctively suckles its mother's nipple. She was excited by the taste: and the smell of Miriam's pussy was very much like her own. 




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But she was taken aback at the size of Miriam's clitoris. It must have been at least three times as large as her own, its shaft protruding well beyond its hood, almost like a small penis extending from a foreskin. It seemed so natural for Penny to start suckling on the tiny rod. Miriam's tongue went wild on her sensitive node in reaction. Penny loved the feel of Miriam's soft body on her own, how her breasts sagged down upon her tummy as she continued gobbling Penny's pussy. 

It was the middle of the night when Penny awoke, still being cuddled in Miriam's arms. It was so soft, so sensual, so confirming. She hoped that John, with whom she had been going steadily, would prove to be such a lover, but she would be disappointed until that morning in Huntington West, Virginia, the morning before their second meeting with Gary and Charie.

~~~~~~~~~~

With the jolt of an orgasm she came back to reality, her legs closing tightly on Gary's foot, which had managed to push her panties aside. She was very wet and could tell that Gary's sock was soaked with her flow. Her foot was pressing against his hard-on and, much to her surprise, her hand was in Charie's, being pressed against John's foot, which was working between Charie's legs, while Charie was wiggling her ass against the bottom of the hard bench seat. 

"We'd better go," Charie said, "before I knock this table over, and our secret is told to the whole community." 

Then to Penny she said quietly, "You were a million miles away Penny. Nice that you could join us... must have been a nice memory." 

Then she winked and squeezed Penny's hand warmly. Penny's cheeks blushed but she looked back at Charie, smiling sheepishly—and she squeezed Charie's hand in acknowledgement. 

To be continued...



Church Friends Ch. 12



They were all laughing as they left the restaurant, probably the youngest group that had had dinner there that night. The fact that they were doing something very naughty at that table and had gotten away with it without being noticed, and the nervous anticipation of what wonders lay ahead this night, fueled their laughter. 

The men were taking what had gone on in Gino's Italian Restaurant in stride as a part of their macho bravado, just as if they had been streaking in college, and had made it back to the dorm unscathed. Charie, who in her mind had embarked on this journey before anyone of them, was tickled, and felt wickedly aroused, and thought of new possibilities which might develop within their relationship, particularly as related to Penny. 

Penny, who had visualized a serious flashback at the restaurant, of experiences that caused feelings of guilt, laughed with the rest of them, but was troubled. Her memories of her compliance to her college roommate's sexual advances, coupled with Charie's obvious advance when she had taken hold of her hand and put it on John's foot while his toes were working under the table between Charie's legs, made her feel very sinful. And, tomorrow, Easter Sunday, she would be playing the organ and piano in front of the congregation. She remembered last week, how she masturbated in church, and had been so willfully rebellious. Will I ever be forgiven? She thought. Am I a hypocrite? At the same time, looking back at last Saturday night's experience in bed with Gary, (Charie's husband), she felt her already damp panties become wetter, feeling like she was caught in a swift current, a current she shouldn't be in, but didn't want to try to get out of. She was conflicted. Her face flushed and the rims of her ears turned bright red when she heard Gary say:

"Geez Penny, the end of my sock is squishing in my shoe. Good thing we were in an Italian restaurant with all that garlic, or the whole restaurant might have smelled like pussy."

Charie responded to her husband by punching him in the shoulder and saying, "That's terrible Gary. What a clod you are!"

"I'm sorry Penny, "Gary said, "I was just trying to be cute...guess I blew it, huh."

Penny, who was hoping that Gary would be making love to her again tonight, said in a conciliatory tone, even though she was embarrassed, "That's alright Gary, but lets try to keep our comments about this stuff to the confines of our homes, ok?" There was no question that she was excited. As she walked she tried to squeeze her pussy lips together to keep her increasing flow from dripping down her legs.

Gary, as he started the engine, suggested, "We got a pretty good start at Gino's. Maybe we should forgo the club and go right to your apartment." They all agreed, realizing that the club had served its purpose as a place to break the ice of the relationship, and now it was time for them to see what pleasures they could fulfill for each other. They were eager for action and not words.

During dinner they all debriefed on last Saturday night, each telling what going to bed with the other's spouse meant to them. The conversation is what led to the men playing footsy under the table with the other wife's pussy. They all agreed that what they were doing was the most exciting thing they had experienced in their lives...and made a commitment to keep it going as long as they could, at least until they decided to have children—a greed that even though they thought they already had a good sexual relationship with their spouse, the fact that they had experienced the others had further enhanced their sex life at home—and this after just one evening together. Like conspirators they all lifted their water glasses as The Three Musketeer's toast was proffered, "All for one, and one for all," and drank with the lust of those ancient men—and their passionate women.

It was John, Penny's husband, who broached the subject of variety. He shared that Gary and he had lunch earlier in the week and determined that they wanted to make this relationship something that didn't just develop into the same old, same old. "I think, even though it is really exciting now," he said, "we should do something a little different, at least while we're still getting used to it. And then, when the newness wears off, we'll have a repertoire of things we can shift to as we go along—not because we are bored, but because we have developed sophistication about the relationship. 

They came up with the idea that tonight they would pair up with the other couple's spouse and play charades, two out of three. The loser would have to make love on the carpet while the other two watched. Penny was the most uncomfortable with it, saying that she was a very private person. But Charie, eager for a new experience said, "Don't worry Hon, I'm gonna try to lose." That made the car rock with laughter.

Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible to neighbors who might try to snoop, John carried the brown A & P bag that hid Gary and Charie's new robes, as if he were carrying supplies for a party. They agreed that there would be robes for each couple in each apartment. He didn't want anybody to wonder why a guest would be carrying the groceries. 

John and Penny's apartment was only one bedroom, part of a four unit complex, at the rear—with their own entrance. The fact that they were downstairs made it easier for them to pursue the activities with their friends. It was secluded enough, and the apartment next to them was occupied by an older woman who was very hard of hearing. They had agreed at the restaurant that they would alternate apartments—every two weeks—so as not to arouse suspicion. They also talked about going out of town to a motel once a month or so, where they could all spend the entire night together, maybe even two nights. John and Penny had to be in church on Sundays to direct the choir and play the piano and organ. "At least," Charie said, "until the newness wears off." This comment reminded Gary about something an older man had told him on his wedding day.

"The man told me," he related to the others, "while we were both eating wedding cake in the Church basement, that it was a 'proven fact,' that if, each time we had sex during the first two years of our marriage, and we would put a penny in a jar—there would be so many pennies in the jar that, if we took a penny out each time we had sex for the rest of our life, we would never empty the jar."

"Yeah," Charie chimed in, "and between you and me (she was talking to Gary) having sex with each other, coupled with having sex with these guys, it will make us so horny that we will want to have even more sex with each other. 

"We'll probably be able to open a bank," Gary said, to more uproarious laughter.

When they got into the apartment Penny offered to let Charie use the bathroom first. The men got undressed in the bedroom, and put on their robes (white terry, just like in the hotels), and came out into the living room rather quickly. There was no mistaking their eagerness to get started. 

Penny was standing in front of the second-hand-store-bookshelf, looking at a picture of her mother and father, remembering the sounds that used to come from their room when she was a little girl. She thought of her father and her new stepmother. Were they making love the way he and her mother did? Did he share the pornographic deck of cards with her? Did he ever think of Penny and the one time she sucked his cock? Did he ever want her to do it again? She wondered what he would think of his little girl now, getting ready to have sex with another woman's husband, while her husband and the other woman watched.

John and Gary strutted into the living room in their new white robes. Penny turned and looked at them with a distracted smile on her face. She couldn't help but notice that Gary's huge cock was partially hard, already bulging the robe like a plump sausage hanging well below his balls. She looked into his eyes, and quickly relived some of last Saturday night's ecstasy, which washed her feelings of guilt away. Thoughts of her parents were forgotten and were replaced by the hope that she could enjoy Gary's loving again tonight.

Charie pranced eagerly out of the bathroom; her face washed clean of make-up—a wholesome looking young woman. "The bathroom's yours sweetie," she said to Penny, "Don't take too long," watching Penny close the bathroom door. Turning to John and Gary, who were standing close together, she posed, "What are we gonna do until she comes out?"

The men looked at one another quizically. Gary shrugged his shoulders and smirked at Charie—then John. 

"Well, I can see, Gary, that you're just about ready," she said as she looked down at the bulge in her husband's robe. She walked up to him and said, "Baby, your honey is horny as hell, and maybe we can get this thing warmed up by the time Penny comes out of the bathroom. 

Putting her left hand behind his head, she pulled him close and kissed his lips. Her right hand slid inside his robe, and her fingers wrapped around his cock. When her tongue was deeply inside his mouth her hand stroked the loose outer skin of his cock a few times, then pulled it outside his robe. She broke the kiss, looked over at John and said, "What do you think of my baby's cock John?" winked at him and dropped to her knees. Raised Gary's cock up she began licking the underside of his shaft. "Mmmmm," she purred, looked up into Gary's eyes, and then looked over at John and winked. 

John watched as Charie licked the underside of the head of Gary's huge cock. Then, she pursed her lips and dribbled saliva on it, and sucked the head into her mouth, her lips sliding through the saliva. He had been dangling plump before but now unconsciously stroked his rigid rod. He had always been comfortable with his own sexuality, so Gary's monster cock didn't intimidate him. Just the same, when he saw how big it was, he pursed his lips and blew a tiny whistle of amazement. 

He watched as Charie began pumping her mouth over Gary's pink rod, her eyes closed, holding the base of his cock in her grasp. She raised her left hand towards John, signaling "come hither" with her fingers. He took her hand in his, and guided it to his own hard member. Her fingers wrapped around it as well and pulled it out of his robe. John undid the knot of his belt and let the terry robe fall open, exposing his hairy chest, the tapered hairy line that went from his chest to his bellybutton, and then continued to his bushy black triangle, which was punctuated by his gray/brown, uncut erection.

Charie's right hand came off of Gary's shaft, and she fumbled with his belt, working to untie it with her fingers. The belt sagged down and his robe came open. With her left hand on John's cock, she slid her mouth off of Gary's, then grabbed John's with her right hand. She looked up at Gary and said, "Two cocks baby. Do you know how long I have been hoping for more than one at the same time?"

Gary just smiled and watched her as she stroked John, and then him: individually, then together, and then alternately. She licked him, sucked him into her mouth, which sent shivers up and down his spine, and caused his knees to weaken. Then she took both men's cocks and caressed them against her cheeks, like a greedy treasure hunter who had found the riches of King Solomon's mine.

Abandoning Gary's cock she took hold of John's penis by his foreskin, pinching it between her forefinger and thumb, opening it like a tent over his gizzard colored glans. She pulled him toward her, leading him by his foreskin and inserted her tongue inside the opening of the tent. 

Gary watched in awe as Charie's tongue circled John's head, causing a bulge beneath his foreskin, causing John to hiss "Oh God!" He wished at that moment that he had not been cut. Charie's tongue gathered the clear precum oozing from John's slit and formed into a tiny pool, with which she paused and proudly showed her husband. Then he winced when his turn came as she shifted from cock to cock and lotioned his head with John's crystal fluid. He was excited that his wife was pleasuring them both in this way and lovingly stroked her hair, and was extremely happy that Charie was, at long last, to realize her fantasy. Looking over at John, he saw him shake his head in both pleasure and disbelief. 

Penny came out of the bathroom and saw Charie kneeling on the floor between her husband and Gary, a cock in each hand. At first she was taken aback, and realized that the game of charades had been cancelled. Then she shook her head and chuckled to herself, clearly aware that Charie was in charge. She had always been in charge, Penny thought, even when she snookered the guys to act on their desires to swing, and shifted the blame to her. 

It hit her that the reason she had been reliving her past with Miriam, her college roommate, was that Charie reminded her of Miriam. She was in control, just like Miriam had been, and Penny knew that Charie would be controlling her as well, just as she remembered how much she loved being under Miriam' control. And for the first time in this new experience she felt relieved, relieved that there would be someone to guide her, pleased that she would once again be experiencing the softness of a woman's body.  

She responded almost immediately when Charie looked over at her and said, "Take off your robe sweetie, and come join us." 

Obediently, as she watched John's foreskin being pushed back by Charie's lips, gathering his extra skin just behind the head, while, at the same time Charie's right hand was stroking Gary's ponderous shaft. Untying her belt she let it fall open, hunching her shoulders causing it to cascade into pile of white terry fabric around her ankles. 

It had not occurred to her that the evening would develop into a group affair. And had it not been for the fact that she allowed Charie's dominance to creep into her psyche, she would have objected. She was overwhelmed at the sight of Charie sucking, first her husband's cock, then Gary's. Charie was ravenous and she made sucking and slurping noises as if she had been dying of thirst in the desert and had just discovered a lush oasis. The men's faces were masks of awe and wonder. 

Penny remembered Miriam telling her of a time when she had sex with two men, and recalled how shocked she was at the time, having believed that sex was only to be conducted between one man and one woman, and realized now that she had always secretly admired Miriam for the fact that there were no sexual limitations within the framework of her life. Penny felt the veil of restriction being lifted from her like the shroud that was lifted from Auguste Rodin's statue, The Kiss at its unveiling, and she stood naked and proud before the new circle of comfort. 

Charie, who now felt John's cock touching the soft palate at the back of her oral cavity, shifted her eyes to the beauty of Penny's naked body. She was beautiful, tall, blonde and willowy. Long, curly blonde hair shrouded her shoulders and pointed the way to Penny's marvelously shaped 36D breasts, with her brownish/pink oval areolas framing her eraser like nipples. Her cleavage directed Charie's gaze to her soft peaches and cream stomach, her tiny "innie" navel, the soft abdomen, the light brown triangle of curling hair, her perfectly shaped legs, and beautiful feet. She caught Penny's eye and hooked and wiggled her finger, commanding her to come and serve her, feeling a new sense of power that she was in control, and it was now her party. 

Penny welcomed Charie's dominance, and willingly stepped behind her and kneeled. She anticipated that Charie wanted her robe removed and she accommodated her, slipping the fabric off her shoulders. Then, as Charie continued slurping and moaning from cock to cock, Penny laid her breasts on Charie's back, kissed the back of her neck and wrapped her arms around her, her hands cupping and caressing her nipple hardened breasts. She felt Charie's body quiver with her first orgasm of the night, and felt her own pussy clutch and moisten at the sensation of it all. And she thought, "I love you Miriam. I wonder where you are now."

"I'm gonna cum!" John exclaimed, pleased that he had given fair warning. He knew from last Saturday night that Charie liked the taste and feel of cum in her mouth. But last Saturday night she was quite direct in telling him that she wanted to be told before he exploded, so she could decide what to do about it. 

Gary was turned on tremendously by the whole thing. He had often fantasized an orgy, but never really expected that he would be involved this way, particularly with two women that he cared so much for. He was really turned on by his wife sucking another guy's cock, and knew that she wasn't going to stop until he shot his load in her mouth.

Charie just fucked John's cock faster with her mouth until she felt the spurting jism splash against the back of her throat. The excitement of having a spent cock in her mouth, tasting its cum while she was jerking her husband's erection, and being cuddled and caressing by Penny from behind, sent her over the edge and she collapsed, her body quivering in another orgasm. 

"Holy shit, " John exclaimed as his wet, depressurized cock slipped from Charie's mouth, forming a long string of cum which stretched gossamer fine and snapped away from Charie's lips as she fell back into Penny's arms. He looked over at Gary to make sure that he was alright with what his wife was doing. But Gary was holding his cock, stroking it absent mindedly, looked at the two naked women on the floor with pleasured unbelief. John stumbled backward and sat down hard on the arm of the overstuffed easy chair, semen leaking from his wormlike foreskin onto the upholstered fabric. 

Feeling Charie's body in her arms, Penny felt remarkably refreshed. The struggle she had been having about her feelings for Miriam had been bottled up too long. And what she had been carrying as guilt was now overpowered by longing. These emotions were now released, free to be expressed. Her eyes took in the panorama of Gary stroking his cock, and her husband John now sitting on the edge of the chair with both pleasure and disbelief in his eyes, his limp, wet, wormlike cock dangling harmlessly. She smiled at both of them and said, "I love you guys," then pressed her lips tenderly on Charie's neck, smelling her sweet feminine scent. She enjoyed the sensation of a woman's soft skin on her lips, the warm and responsive breast in her left hand, and the feel of Charie's soft abdomen and springy pubic hair as her right hand traveled downward to the warmth between her legs.

Charie, savoring the taste of John's semen, licked her lips then grinned wickedly at Gary and winked at John. She had known since she saw Penny walking so seductively into the restaurant on Wednesday, when they had lunch, that this would be a possibility, and did everything she knew to make it happen. What she was unable to know was that Penny, although going through a year or two of guilt about her previous bi-sexual experience, was primed for such a thing to occur. She leaned back against Penny's breasts, feeling them flatten against her back, and then felt her pussy continuing to lubricate as Penny kissed her neck, caressed her breast, then moved her hand down her soft abdomen, across her hairy mons, and felt between Charie' lips for her sodden trench. She placed her bare feet flat on the floor, opened her knees and drew her feet all the way back, almost touching her bottom. 

As Penny's middle finger floated through Charie's pussy, she parted the wet and flaccid labia, felt the entrance to her vaginal tunnle, and let her finger follow its course, easing open the sphincter, and sliding inside Charie's moist, warm sponge. She licked the rim of Charie's ear and whispered, "I'm so happy we're doing this."




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Charie turned her face hard to the left, looked up at Penny through the corner of her eye and, with slightly parted lips, offered them for Penny to kiss. Penny eased her soft lips onto Charie's, made suppler by John's sperm. As their lips yielded to the softness of each other's mouths both women's nostrils flared in the excitement they were feeling.

A flush of warmth coursed through Charie's body and her breathing increased at the sensual coupling. Wanting to take control she broke the kiss, rose to her knees and turned to face Penny. Placing her hands on Penny's cheeks she kissed her again, this time more passionately. Then, her arms encircled Penny's body, and Penny embraced hers. Soft breasts—pillowed flesh—was indented by four hard nipples. 

She had never felt the ecstasy of another woman's flesh touching her in this way, and thought it heavenly. Until she had seen the porno movie in New York she would have never considered something like this. But, since then her thoughts became wilder and wilder. When she had first met Penny she admired her larger and more perfectly shaped breasts. But it wasn't until she saw her walking into the restaurant on Wednesday, her breast s more flowing than bouncing up and down, as she walked toward her, when Charie knew that she would soon be feeling those breasts in their naked form. And here they were.

Sliding her legs forward Charie was now sitting. She leaned Penny to the right, cradling her, taking the upper position, now looking down into her eyes letting her straighten her legs and move into a sitting position as well. Kissing her passionately Charie's tongue explored and played with Penny's in her moist and warm cavity. Her right arm slid under Penny's armpit and cupped her right breast. Charie's left hand pressed on her soft tummy, fingers scratching through light brown curls (It was very uncommon for women to shave back in the 60s) to her labial puffs. Penny's body writhed in anticipation, spreading her legs to allow easy access to her vagina. 

Having never felt such a rush in her erogenous zones before Charie felt the need to squeeze her buttocks together, like a man would do to try and stave off ejaculation by closing off the passage. It was as if ancient memories caused her male side to take over. Her fingers slid between Penny's labia and soaked in the incredible wetness of her pussy. Finding the portal of her vagina, her middle finger easily penetrated Penny's profusely lubricating pussy, which begged for a larger presence. Charie coupled her middle with her ring finger and shoved them inside Penny's quivering depths, feeling the tightness of Penny's sphincter on her knuckles. She eased them through the temporary constraint as Penny's legs opened, closed and opened repeatedly. The tunnel became more pliable, and she slid her fingers in and out, fucking Penny's hot cunt, making silky sliding sounds as they pistoned in and out of her hot sponge.

Gary and John had become voyeurs, their eyes glued on their wives. John was hard again, and they were both stroking slowly, enjoying the titillation of their women making love.

Charie eased Penny's back to the floor, straddled her abdomen, kissing it with her wet labia leaving a wet spot on her milky skin. Then, she moved her hips in a circular motion, spreading her feminine essence over Penny's tummy. Excited by the warmth of Charie's pussy leaving its wet deposit, and by the thought of what she had just done, Penny's legs spread open. Now, straddling one leg, Charie leaned forward and placed the lips of her mouth on Penny's belly, kissing and suckling the wet spot. Placing her hands on the floor, palms down, she leaned to Penny's face and kissed her lips with her wet mouth, then licked the tip of Penny's nose, finally touching her fragrant tongue to her nostrils, causing Penny to winced and jerk at the sensations. 

Charie positioned herself between her excited friend's legs. Then, moving back a little further, grasped Penny's ankles, raised her legs, and draped them over her shoulders. She leaned forward and covered Penny's cunt with her wide-open mouth. As Charie raised Penny's legs up and down like a hand pump, she slid her tongue from the tip of her clit to the rosebud of her puckered anus. The noise started deep inside Penny's abdomen and came out her mouth in an ecstatic shriek.

The feeling of being in-between a man's legs, the coarse hair abrading her cheeks, and the masculine smell that exuded from protruding and dangling parts, was something to which Charie had become accustomed. But the soft smoothness of Penny's legs and the smell of her nether regions, coupled with the sweetness of her seep, and the general availability of her soft naked body was almost overpowering. She had thought about doing this with Penny since earlier this week, but didn't realize what it would be like to actually experience her having an orgasm while her mouth was on her pussy. Overwhelmed by the delicious and quivering body of her friend, and the feel and sound of her tongue slurping such a delectable feast—Charie exploded into a mind-boggling orgasm. 

As the men looked at their naked wives, writhing and moaning on the floor, their stroking increased. Watching as Charie's head bored between Penny's legs, her ass rising up high, both decided that one of them was going to take Charie doggy style. With the innate understanding of competitive males, both John and Gary pounded their fists on there forearms, John whispering, "even," then each spread fingers over their arms. The total was five, so Gary won, being "odd." He dropped to his knees and put his hands on Charie's bottom to spread her cheeks, but was stopped by Charie's hand, urgently motioning for him to get back, and her muffled un-huh! Gary looked up at John, grinning sheepishly and said, "I guess she doesn't want it yet."

And she didn't. Now that she was lavishing in the delight of having her mouth on Penny's pussy, her first time for such an act, she was not going to be denied having Penny's mouth on hers. She wasn't familiar with the term "sixty-nine," but that's just what she intended. Never taking her lips from Penny's crotch she cadged around and straddled her head, then lowered her dripping pussy to her friend's expectant lips.

Penny, through all of the guilt she had felt with Miriam in college, knew that she was going to enjoy this with complete absence of guilt. Her husband and her new friend and lover were both watching, confirming the alrightness of it all. After not tasting a woman's delicacy for so long she was ravenous, and began licking, sucking and moaning like a starved animal. Her passion ignited Charie's, who reacted the same way, and the two became an entwined mass of wriggling flesh passionately gobbling each other's succulent, aromatic sex. Penny's thighs squeezed Charie in a headlock, her tight and pumping legs moving her trapped head up and down, lips clamped to the lips of Penny's needy pussy. The coupled bodies slurped, moaned and snorted, then spasmed violently, voices calling out in ecstasy until the spasms slowed to quivers, the voices to moans, until each woman pillowed quiescently into the other, sighing contentedly.

John and Gary looked on in wonder. Gary was amazed at how his otherwise demure wife had, in such a short time, become such a sexual predator. From the night they were married he knew that she was passionate and loved sex. But in the last week, since their first swinging experience with John and Penny, she had become almost fiendish, wanting more and more. He realized that, stimulated by the new bi-sexual experience, she would want more sex, and wouldn't wait for delayed gratification. Because of his time in bed with Penny last week, he understood that she was more submissive than Charie, and expected that whatever Charie did, Penny would willingly follow.

"Did you like the show boys?" Charie said, looking up at them, grinning impishly.

John and Gary stood silent, smiling sheepishly, not quite knowing how to answer. It was true that they had both discussed how exciting it would be to watch their wives pleasure each other, but were not prepared for the profound impact that it had upon them. It was all they could do to keep from exploding. They continued stroking their cocks and fondling their balls, curiously watching Charie pull herself to her knees, reaching out for Penny's hand and gently pulling her along. 

Her left hand closed around John's cock and stroked him, pulling his foreskin back and then covering his head on each stroke with the excess skin. Then she leaned in and slid her lips over his glistening prepuce, buttered with precum by his foreskin. Her tongue probed his slit, and then her lips squeegeed back and off, forming a long delicate string of his clear honey, which broke when her hand slid his foreskin back in place. From there her glistening lips went to her husband's immense cock, sliding over his head, licking the underside, then sucking half of his long shaft deep into her mouth. She moaned from deep inside as her mouth fucked Gary's cock, and stroked John's. 

Penny raised Charie's hair with her left hand and began licking along her hairline, then reached for her husband John's cock and began stroking it. Her right hand slid under Charie's armpit and cupped her breast, fondling it tenderly. She lowered her lubricious pussy against Charie's upturned heel and began coating it with her wetness, rubbing her clit against the hardened pad. Passionately she kissed the back of Charie's neck, and licked between her neck and earlobe. Then, with her left hand leaving Charie's breast, her fingers wrapped around the exposed half of Gary's shaft, stroking it, feeling Charie's lips touch her fingers as she continued sucking his cock. As she massaged her flattened breasts against Charie's back, titillated her clitoris on her heel, and held two men's hardened cocks in her hands, the excitement overwhelmed her and she experienced a total body orgasm. She fell with her back on the floor, her legs stabbing at the ceiling and three fingers jammed in her pussy, digging for more.

Watching Penny's body slip away John moved behind Charie, pulled her up to her knees, then dropped to his between her legs. Holding his rigid cock in his right hand he parted the lips of her pussy with his left, easing forward, and pressed the head into the portal of her cunt. She pushed back and her sphincter stripped his foreskin back as his head popped inside her. Then, pulling on her hips, he pushed his cock deep inside the wet encompassing tunnel. His hands cupped her breasts, feeling the hardened points of her nipples in the hollow of his palms. Pressing her breasts tightly against chest he began fucking her slowly as he massaged her tits in a circular motion.

I have dreamed of this since my honeymoon, Charie thought, feeling a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy. Slowly her orgasm started to build as both orifices were plugged with hot meat, felt by tongue and pussy, moving in and out, making wet slurping noises. Increasing her sucking and fucking of Gary's cock, she emitted muffled moans and gobbling sighs with each stroke, feeling her husbands' bulk in her agitated hole. Her body began to wiggle and she closed her eyes as if meditating on the experience.

Penny, having given herself a three finger orgasm watched in wonder as her friend was being penetrated on both ends. The view of Gary's cock in her mouth was obliterated, but the sight of John's, her John, "to death do us part," sliding in and out of Charie's pussy, warmed her. The bond of their friendship had grown so much closer. She watched and waited. Waited for both cocks to explode and coat Charie's insides with their white musk. She knew how generous Charie would be in sharing her bounty with her, and longed to have her pussy once again on her lips, tasting the combined essence of friends. She longed for Charie's kiss, for her body, for the milky seep that she would suckle. And once again, she began to rub her swollen and hurting clitoris.



Church Friends Ch. 13



Dear Miriam:

Not a week has gone by that I haven't thought about our times together in college. I hope that you don't mind terribly that I have sent this letter to your parents' house, but I have no other address, and would really like to get in touch with you. 

I am married to John, who you met in college, and am quite happy. He is choir director at Ebenezer Baptist Church, and I am the accompany the choir and play the organ. They like what he is doing. The Choir is growing, and they seem to like my work as well, although, as long as they are happy with John they will be happy with me—smiling.

Do you have a career; are you married, or both? There are other questions I would like to ask but am afraid to, not having talked with you in so long. But, I think you will at least be interested in what has become of me.

I can't tell you how much you helped me Miriam. I was very shy, and you were always there for me, even though I was initially taken aback by your sexual attitudes. Through you I came to understand that not everybody was as uptight as I was in this regard. It took your liberated attitude to start bringing me out of my shell. After Mom died, when I told you about my experience with my father, you made feel like I had no guilt, and then you showed me just how joyful being a woman could be. Gosh, I shouldn't be telling you this. For all I know you might have just left that phase behind you—the same way you left me. I may have been wrong for having said this, but the feeling of loss has been bottled up inside me for so long. I don't know if you realized how attached to you I became. 

Would you believe me if I told you that John and I are involved with another couple? I mean really involved—like sexually involved. And, I have also developed with Charie, (she is the female half of the other couple) the kind of relationship you and I had the last year of college. I just wish I could talk with you Miriam. I have never told anybody, and I wish there were someone for me to share these feelings with. 

In June I will be coming to New York City with John, who will be attending the National Choir Conductors Guild. Our church is sending him. Our friends, Gary and Charie (the couple I told you about) will be coming with us. Perhaps it is too much to ask, and you may have no desire to be with the shy girl in your past, but I would really love to see you again. I hope that you will write back. Or call me at 304-533-1800, and reverse the charges.

I would really like to hear from you Miriam.

Love, Penny

"She was a lot of fun back then Zack," Miriam said to her husband. "You would really have loved her—long blond hair, blue eyes, a great body—nice tits, I mean NICE tits. She was shy, the product of a fundamentalist Christian family." 

"And you put the make on her?" he asked.

"I tried—for the longest time, but never got anywhere. Until she came back from her mother's funeral, and told me about sucking her father's cock the night of the funeral, and how guilty it made her feel."

"No shit!"

"I swear Zack, you don't pay attention to anything do you? Don't you remember me telling you about my roommate in college?"

"Ha-ha, I was just teasing you babe," Zack said, "You know that I have always been in awe of your sexual exploits. But you never told me why you shit-canned her."

"Once she got a taste of pussy she really loved it," Miriam said wistfully, her eyes looking far away, de-ja-vu causing her to touch herself between her legs, "but to tell you the truth hon, I thought she would go back to the hills and become a religious freak—and—I didn't need any of that." Miriam sidled up to Zack and pressed the palm of her hand on his crotch, continuing, "Who would have thought that demure Penny and her husband would be fucking another couple—and—that she is eating the wife's pussy? Go figure." Then she squeezed his growing hardness.

Zack wrapped his arms around Miriam's waist, while she was massaging his cock into a state of rigor mortis, and kissed her. Quickly, she had his zipper down and was jerking him. It was six pm and she had a meeting of welfare mothers to attend at seven. Typically, she pressed the moment—quickies, longies, in betweensies—she never missed a beat.

"We haven't got much time baby," Miriam's husky voice implored, "so let's get it on." 

"Do you want me in your ass again?" Zack questioned.

"Um-hmm, my ass baby. I'll get it," she said as she hastened to the bathroom, peeling down her panties and stepping out of them along the way. She reached back and, through her dress she unsnapped her bra, letting her breasts flow to the pull of gravity. Opening the medicine cabinet she took out the well squeezed tube of KY jelly and took off the cap. She returned with the tube to Zack, who was standing by the kitchen table, then bent over the table as if she were in the doctor's office preparing for a rectal exam.

Zack raised Miriam's dress, baring her ass, squeezed a glob of slippery lube onto the palm of his hand and smoothed the cool, clear substance all over his cock. Then, spreading the cheeks of Miriam's tight butt, he exposed her russet asterisk and pushed the end of the tube in the center, popped it past her sphincter, and squeezed.

"Oooh baby, you know how hot that makes me?" Miriam marveled as she felt the cool jelly oozing inside her ass. She slid her hand down the front her dress and began fondling her left breast, feeling the eraser-like nipple hardening against the hollow of her hand. 

"Umm-huh," Zack said absently as he laid the tube on the table and slid his middle finger inside her anal ring. Patiently working it in and out he felt her tightness ease and become more pliable. Out his finger came with a slight "pop," and two fingers found their way back inside her. Tenderly, he eased his fingers to the knuckles then backed out, testing the resistance, until the tight orifice allowed both knuckles past the sphincter. And the deep probing began.

Wiggling her bottom, Miriam pushed back as Zack's fingers worked inside her. At the same time her finger and thumb rolled her hard nipple and she squeezed it, feeling hot flashes shoot from her breast through her abdomen to her clit. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as now, with three fingers, Zack worked to stretch her anus to accommodate his large cock. Then, warming all over when they cleared her sphincter, she implored, "Do it now baby. Put it in. Fuck me!"

Holding his slippery cock in his right hand Zack opened her cheeks with his left and touched the head to her glistening star, puckered like the lips of an amazed child's upon seeing the first burst of fireworks. He leaned forward and felt the hole open evenly around his tapered head, which slid through the lubricant and popped in.

Miriam's knees shook and quivered as she felt him going into that amazing opening, raising and lowering her belly inches above the table. She pushed back and felt the bulk of Zack's rigid penis slide impossibly deep inside her body. Working her hand under her undulating abdomen she reached for her clit, rubbed it hard and said, "Fuck it Zack. Fuck my ass!"

Tightly embraced by Miriam's tight sphincter Zack's cock slid in and out. The erotic noise was silky, slippery—greasy. He pumped, at first slowly, then increased his meter, gritting his teeth as he began slamming her hard. The cheek of her face bounced on the table, saliva dribbling from the corner of her mouth and leaving a slobbered pool, which was being mopped by her titian hair. 

Through his clenched teeth he hissed, "I'm gonna cum baby!

Miriam felt the hard meat at home in her rectum, moving in and out, the sac containing his engorged testicles slapping the flaccid lips of her sodden cunt. She felt her orgasm building as she worked her clit, the excitement of sex filling her mind with sugar plums. When she heard Zack's yelp behind her and felt the heat of his semen oozing inside her rectum, she let go and yelled, "Oh God! I love sex Zack!" and shuddered, spasmed, and squirted her ejaculate, feeling its warmth running down her legs.

Just as she was ready to walk out the door to her meeting she looked at Zack, grinned and asked, "What would you think if we did something with the yokels from West Virginia?"

"Yokels?" he returned.

"I shouldn't be unkind Zack, but I wonder if they are prepared for the big City?"

"So, you want to get together with them, huh?" Zack questioned.

"Maybe it would be fun sweetie. Yes. I'm gonna call Penny and renew acquaintances. Who knows? Butt fucking though," she laughed, "now that may be something entirely foreign to them." 

Ending their long drive on Thursday they drove through the Lincoln tunnel with great anticipation of being in the City. The excitement for Gary and Charie was tickled by memories, waiting to see if what they remembered was as exciting as before. But for John and Penny, having never been in a city larger than Cincinnati, the experience was totally new. They had all taken a week's vacation and had driven the long day to make it to New York. 

Gary and Charie had promised that they would show them some of the sights—one in particular—the porno shop where they saw their first movie together, where Charie had begun her procession from demure housewife to raging sex maniac. John would have to spend Saturday and Sunday at the convention, but he would miss the evening's events, which weren't mandatory. They were particularly excited about Miriam's invitation to a party on Friday night, being held by friends who owned a dance studio, just off Canal Street. 

Penny had been overwhelmed when Miriam called and talked with her at length, telling her about Zack, and what an exciting man she was to be married to. "And you know what kind of excitement I enjoy," Miriam had said. Penny didn't feel at all uncomfortable when Miriam asked her to share what she and John had been doing with the "other" couple. "Gary and Charie," Penny informed her. She told her how they had all met in church, and how they had developed as "swingers," a word that still amazed her when she said it. She told Miriam that it was only when Charie had made such an active move on her, the Saturday night before Easter, that the memories of what she and Miriam had done in school made her anxious to try and contact her again. 

Miriam told her that when she graduated from school she walked away, leaving Penny as a memory, rather than trying to stay in touch and risk leading her down a road that she might not be prepared to go. Besides, they were geographically undesirable. But when she received Penny's letter and heard of what activities she was pursuing she felt that "her little sparrow" had flitted back to the nest, and her visit to Manhattan would be fortuitous. She told Penny that she and Zack were part of a circle of friends, three couples, who met regularly and shared sex together. Inviting the newcomers to the party just seemed a natural way to share their common involvement.

"But can you and I get together, just the two of us?" Penny asked. And Miriam assured her that during the week they were visiting the City, there certainly would be time for an "afternooner," if Penny really wanted it.

"What about your friend Charie?" she asked.

"You mean the three of us getting together?" Penny responded, "Well, I had hoped that you and I could meet first—you know—to renew acquaintances. But, could we all get together another time?"

"Of course sweetie—and I have a lot of toys that I would like to show you and your friend."

"Toys?"

"You know baby—like a dildo? And, I have a double dildo that we could share. And—get this Penny, Zack had one of his friends who makes such things, fashion a triple dildo for some real group fun. You can't believe how much fun friends can have playing all stuck together like that."

The rims of Penny's ears turned red at the thought. She knew that Charie would love it. She would love anything having to do with sex, and truth be told, she herself was eager for the kind of wickedness that being away from town would allow.

The trip started slowly. Gary drove the first leg, and John sat up front with him. The two women shared the back seat but slept the first hour before crossing the Ohio River at Point Pleasant. They stopped at Bob Evan's Farm restaurant in Gallipolis, Ohio for breakfast, after which they continued with John behind the wheel. Charie sat up front with him, and Penny sat in the back seat with Gary. They all sang songs for about ten minutes, and when they finished the chorus of She'll be Coming Around the Mountain When She Comes, Charie turned around in her seat and said, "Speaking of cumming, maybe blow jobs are in order Penny."

"I'll drink to that," Gary said as he zipped down his fly and flopped out his limp penis. 

"I think we girls will be doing all the drinking," Charie said, adding hers to the laughs of the three others in the car.

"But I just had my daily requirement of protein with the eggs," Penny interjected.

"Come on Penny," John said, looking back at her in the rearview mirror, "everybody knows that a protein load is good for your muscle tone."

"And I am more than happy to supply the load," Gary said, laughing, his cock now three quarters of the way to a hard-on.

Penny laid her head in his lap and watched as his large cock extended to its fullness (seat belts had not been installed in cars in the early 60s). Looking up at Charie who voyeuristically was propped over the seat, she winked, then put her hands together over the pink flesh and moved them up and down. Her right hand closed around his shaft, and worked his outer skin in long strokes.

"Suck it sweetie," Charie said, and watched as Penny acted on her suggestion, taking a third of Gary's shaft into her mouth. Charie smiled and winked at Gary, who winced with the pleasure of Penny's warm, wet mouth suckling him. He blew a puckered kiss to his wife, after which her head disappeared below the back of the seat. He watched John wiggle slightly, his shoulders tensing, then relaxing as Charie's mouth must have gobbled his cock. Just then a semi, going in the opposite direction, blasted his air horn, obviously having seen what was going on in the car. The men laughed out loud, feeling like sexual pioneers, while the women's giggles were muted by the engorged cocks in their mouths.

They changed drivers and partners every hour, and by the time they got to Pittsburgh, just before getting on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, they stopped for lunch. The girl's lips were devoid of lipstick and were puffy from so much contact with hard skin, and they insisted that they put lipstick on in the car, thinking that everybody in the restaurant would know what they were doing.

They checked into their hotel, across the street from Carnegie Hall, at seven, had a quick dinner at the hotel coffee shop, then headed down to times square. During the trip Gary and Charie talked about the porn shop they had visited. Charie admitted that her animal instincts had been ignited as a result of seeing the porno movie during their honeymoon. John had seen a skin flick once at a smoker, but it was very old, and the couple in the film were scuzzy. But Penny had never seen one, and was anxious to go.

They took four seats in the screening room, in the back row. The room had seats for 42, and there were only about 16 people present. It was a different movie, this time in color. By the time the black man on the screen had squirted his cum all over the woman's tits, both Charie and Penny had their husband's cocks in their hands. By the time the second man came in and was fucking the woman on the screen while she was sucking the other man's cock, both wives were sitting on their husband's laps, impaled on their erections. Long before the movie was over both men had cum inside their wives, and were anxious to leave. But the girls made them stay 'til it was over.

It only took a couple blocks for the girls to admit why. They were embarrassed to say so at first, but when John said, "You just liked the idea of that big black guy's cock fucking you," Penny's ears turned red. 

Charie said, "Would it bother you if we were fucked by a black man?"

"To tell you the truth I never thought about it," John said. He thought for a couple of seconds and then said, "Until I saw Gary's cock, I thought black guys had a lock on big. But that's not it. I never saw anything like that movie before, and the contrast of dark on white skin was—kind of exciting."

"I don't know," Gary said. I guess I was brought up in the wrong part of the country. That was just not something we ever talked about, or considered. I don't know." He looked troubled.

"Well baby," Charie said to Gary in a parental tone. "I guess you'll probably never have to deal with it. But, as for me, I think I would love it—just in principle—another sexual experience for your baby to chalk up."

The next morning was an early start for a full day. They took the Circle Line cruise around the island of Manhattan in the morning, followed by lunch at Sardi's, and a quick tour of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in the afternoon.

Miriam left instructions for them to meet Zack and her at Club Tryst at 7:00. She told them that nobody drives in the City, and they would have to take a cab. 

When they arrived at Club Tryst they were asked if they were members and, as they were instructed by Miriam, told the doorman that they were guests of the Stones. He picked up a phone and spoke to someone, then said, "You may go in." 

The club was very dimly lit. Each table had a small art deco lamp which gave the dark brown table cloth on each table a warm glow. Each table had a telephone next to the light. Out of the dark room came a couple: the man dressed in dark trousers, a stylish grey suede sport coat covering a black turtleneck. The pale skinned woman with tawny copper hair, by his side, was wearing a green silk knee length dress with an elongated V stopping at mid thigh-- and she was wearing brushed gray suede stiletto heels. Her small breasts, hanging loose below the silk, which clung to her pointed nipples, jiggled as she walked toward them seductively.

Penny felt a chill run up her back and the rims of her ears flush as she recognized her college roommate. Giddy, her knees unsteady beneath her, she felt a gush between her labia, and wished that Miriam's finger could smooth the wet silk of the sexy silk panties that she had bought just for tonight's adventure.

Miriam extended both hands and said "Penny, it's so good to see you again."

Penny was shocked and embarrassed when Miriam embraced her and planted a passionate kiss on her lips. Her instinct told her to pull away, but her tummy pressed against her long lost lover's, and she parted her lips, allowing Miriam's tongue to enter. 

Miriam pulled back, still holding her hands. Then she released her right left hand and touched Penny's nose and said, "You're still as sweet as ever."

Penny was embarrassed and she wanted, yet didn't want, to look at her husband and her friends. Slowly looking around, her eyes having become accustomed to the dark, she realized that this was a different sort of club. At most of the tables there was more than one couple. Some were talking, and some were kissing. One man, looking at Penny and Miriam was smiling. His hand was on the breast of the woman beside him. There were two couples on the dance floor both dancing passionately. But one couple was two women. Both were dancing belly to belly with their hands cupping the bottom of the other.

Miriam took over. "Hello, I'm Miriam Stone, and this is my husband Zack." They all shook hands, the West Virginians showing obvious uneasiness. "Welcome to the Club Tryst," she giggled, and continued, "Look around and you'll see that this is a different kind of club than what you are probably accustomed to."




Church Friends Ch. 13



Jack blurted out, "I guess so. Our club is just a place we go to get drinks."

"I'm familiar with the South," Miriam said, "But all the big cities, like New York, Chicago, London, Paris have clubs like this...so just sit back and enjoy it." With that she took John's hands and kissed him...held the kiss and pulled him to her. Then she took him onto the dance floor. 

"Would you like to dance Penny?" Zack asked.

Dreamily watching Miriam dancing with John she said, "I'd love to Zack."

For the next hour and a half they enjoyed drinks and danced, everybody switching partners. The men didn't dance with one another but Miriam took turns dancing with Penny and Charie, telling Penny during one dance, "Your friend Charie is a hot little number, but nobody is as sweet as you are Penny. I think we are really going to have fun tonight."

While Penny and Charie danced together, Charie told her how exciting she thought Miriam and Zack were. Zack had told her the he thought she was "incredibly sexy," and how he couldn't wait to get into her pants. And Miriam had kissed her, tickled the underside of her bottom and made her "cream my panties." Penny told Charie that she was thrilled to see Miriam again, and that she was ready for anything Miriam had in store for them.

At 8:30 Miriam announced, "It's time to head down to the party folks." 

Zack hailed two cabs. Miriam rode with John and Penny, and Zack with Gary and Charie. The taxis made their way to the West Side Highway, headed south on the elevated thoroughfare, and exited on Canal Street, turning right at Canal and Broadway. There'd been a brief summer shower which made the streets wet and shiny. Lispenard Street stretched the short distance between Broadway and West Broadway. The only lighting was at each end, and the headlights of the taxicabs cast long tracks on the slick red bricks of the darkened street. Dirty gray and redbrick buildings, which lined either side of the street, housed closeout stores, small factories and warehouses—all shut down for the night. The scene looked sinister, like something out of a film noir detective movie. ( Today Lispenard Street marks the beginning of Tribeca, one of the trendiest neighborhoods in Manhattan, home to numerous well known celebrities). The cabs stopped in front of Berk's Shoes. 

On the way down, both Miriam and Zack gave a heads up on the couples they would be joining. Philippe and Myra operated the dance studio. It was above a shoe store on Lispenard. They often had their parties at the studio because it was remote, and spacious enough for the three of them—even big enough for a large orgy, which they host on New Year's Eve. Lenny and Joyce were professionals, he an attorney, and she a CPA. They met them on the beach in the Hampton's, and partied with them one weekend. Then made it a regular practice of meeting them every couple of weeks. It was Joyce and Lenny who took them to the dance studio and introduced them to the Faures. The studio was in the front, and their apartment was in the back of the loft. The three couples had been partying for the last year and a half. "You girls will really like Philippe," Miriam said to Penny, "You'll find him different from what you have been accustomed to." She didn't elaborate—just smiled impishly.

The entrance to Faure Dance Studio was right next to the shoe store. When Zack pressed the button and spoke into the small speaker a small woman's voice replied, "Yes?" 

"It's us," Zack said into the speaker. The door buzzed and he opened it. 

They went up a long stairway, lighted dimly at the top. A tall handsome man, standing well over six feet tall, dressed only in his white boxers, opened the door and said, "Welcome to the party." 

Zack introduced Lenny to the guests. Lenny kissed Miriam sensuously, reaching down and pulling up the hem of her dress and feeling between her legs as they kissed. "No panties again, I see."

"Come on in he said, I can introduce you to Myra, but Philippe, being the horny devil that he is, couldn't wait for munchies, so he is feasting on my wife to tide him over.

The room was lighted with dozens of candles, which flickered mystical shadows in the mirror that covered the length of the far wall. Soft classical music, the overture to Swan Lake, wafted from hidden speakers. The sight of the petite, marvelously proportioned woman with a dark brown ponytail, doing ballet exercises at the barre, was made even more magical by the fact that the only thing she was wearing was her red toe shoes. She looked at them and smiled as she held the bar, squatted, put her hands between her legs, put her finger inside her pussy, then pulled it out and pointed at Zack, wiggling it, beckoning him to come closer. Zack walk over to her and she traced her wet finger around each of his nostrils, then stood up on her toes and licked around them. "Are you going to introduce me to your friends?" She asked in a soft French accented voice.

The four newcomers stood transfixed. The atmosphere was more exotic than they could have imagined. The ambience was heightened when they heard the moans of a woman, whicn caused them to look to the left, where they saw, on a low table, a tall woman lying on her back, her legs spread, her feet stabbing at the ceiling. Kneeling before her, his head firmly planted between her legs was a very muscular, very black man, dressed in white dancing tights.

"That's Philippe," Lenny said, "eating my wife Joyce."

Penny and Charie looked at each other and grinned, both having confided in each other that, after seeing the porno movie last night where the black man fucked the white girl, they would love to be able to experience a black man for themselves. 

"You said he was different, "Penny said to Miriam, who grinned.

"Now I believe in prayers being answered," Charie said to all of them.

John laughed, and was eager to let the games begin. Gary just shook his head, resigned to the fact that whether he liked it or not, it was going to happen. 

Zack, holding her hand, brought Myra to the newcomers, and said "John and Penny, Gary and Charie, meet Myra, our hostess for the evening."

Myra smiled, did slight curtsy, her well proportioned breasts dipping and raising with the movement. She walked up to Penny and said," So you're Miriam's Penny."

Penny blushed, wondering what Miriam told Myra about her, and was startled when Myra, who was much shorter than she, put her hand beneath her legs, probed her pussy with her finger, held her glistening finger to Penny's lips and glossed them. Then she put her arms around Penny's neck, pulled her downward and kissed her passionately. Penny's embarrassment soon turned to warmth at the unusual greeting. She smiled and licked her lips as Myra turned to the others.

"Welcome too, John, and Gary and Charie," she said, and for them she did the same thing, all of the new guests now marked by her scent. "Why don't you all take off your clothes and join us. Just put your clothes on the bed in our bedroom. Indicating the four gym sized tumbling mats that covered a large portion of the dance studio floor, she said, "We will be using the mats." 

Just then, Joyce, being eaten by Philippe on the low table, let out a passionate scream. Her hands slapped the flat surface of the table, as she demonstrated her orgasm for all present.

"Hey, you two," Myra called over to them, "come and meet our guests from West Virginia."

Philippe raised his head and flashed a brilliant smile, his black lips and chin glistening with Joyce's essence. He got to his feet, took Joyce's hand and helped her to hers. Their naked bodies contrasted: she alabaster white, he almost blue-black. Joyce was tall, perhaps 6', her hair was long and tawny, her pubic hair was blonde with an amber tint. Her breasts were petite, with hardened, cherry red nipples, and her waist formed to her hips like the body of a wasp.

Philippe's muscles were chiseled. He looked like an African statue. His head was shaved. The white tights made a brilliant contrast with his black body, his monster cock bulging hard against the fabric, the head peeking just above the waistband of the tights.

His greeting ritual was different than Myra's. Philippe went first to the girls, kissed Charie while taking her hand and sliding it inside his tights so she could feel his cock, then repeated the same welcome to Penny. 

Joyce went first to Gary, kissed him, and grabbed his crotch, feeling his large bulk, saying to Philippe, "You may have some competition here Philippe." Then she kissed John, feeling his manhood as well.

Greetings over, the West Virginians went into the bedroom to get undressed for the evening, then walked back into the dance studio naked, holding hands. The music had changed to Tchaikovsky's Romeo and Juliet. Philippe and Myra were doing a pas de deux, she naked in her red toe shoes, and Philippe still in his white dancing tights. His body, glistening with perspiration, was holding her high, his right hand in her crotch, his thumb hooked in her pussy. His left hand was under her arm. 

The two other couples on the mat were naked, the men sitting, almost touching with their backs to the mirror, resting against overstuffed pillows. The women had their back's to the men: Miriam was straddling Lenny's lap and Joyce, Zack's. Both women, impaled on the men's cocks, were moving up and down slowly. The men had their arms around each woman, cupping her breasts in each hand—pressing them, circling them against their chests. Miriam's left hand was reached between Joyce's legs, and Joyce's right hand was between Miriam's. They were both rubbing the other woman's clits. 

On the dance floor, Philippe threw Myra up in the air spinning her, and then set her on the floor, bowing, as she curtsied. The light behind her showed the full lips of her pussy beneath her bushy black pubic hair. 

The couples on the mat clapped, and the West Virginians joined in. The bulge in Philippes' tights was no longer that of an erection, his bulky flaccid penis splaying to the right, his balls filling the crotch. 

As Philippe stripped out of his tights he exposed a long blue/black penis with a nicely fitted foreskin, which showed just the tip of his lighter complected head. Myra put on some dreamy music, then walked up to Gary and said, "Will you dance with me?" At the same time Philippe asked Charie to dance with him.

Understanding the uncomfortable look on Gary's face as Charie went to the dance floor with Philippe, Myra, with a disdainful smirk, said quietly, "Don't worry Gary, it won't rub off. I'm still pink inside," and led Gary to the floor. "Just hold me tight right now and think about me. Think about dancing with me, and think about fucking my hot pussy." 

As they danced Gary's penis stiffened into an erection and settled between Myra's legs, her thighs brushing the sides of his shaft, and the wetness of her vulva moisturizing the top of his cock. The softness of her breasts tantalized the nerve endings on his chest. 

"You and Philippe have a great deal in common Gary," Myra said, "His cock is longer than yours, but yours is thicker—and I want to feel you inside me." With that she deftly swung her legs around Gary's hips, athletically positioning her pussy on the end of his cock which slid easily inside her. "Yessss," she said, "now take me to the mat in front of the mirror and fuck me." 

She guided him to the spot where Joyce and Lenny were fucking, Joyce working up and down on her knees, her back still to Lenny, Lenny still working her tits.

Myra straddled Lenny's outstretched legs, and leaned forward placing her hands on the exercise bar. Joyce's tawny hair was now being brushed by Myra's black pubic hair. Myra flexed her knees to allow Joyce's upturned nose to touch her clitoris, as well as Gary's wet cock as it pistoned in and out of her cunt. Then, Joyce extended her tongue as far as it would go, and began flicking Gary's balls.

An electric shock went through Gary's body at the excitement of having Joyce licking his balls as his cock slid in and out of Myra's pussy. He was looking in the mirror, could see Myra's face, her lips puckering and screwing into expressions of enjoyment. He could see Myra's hardened, reddened nipples coming to a point on her jiggling breasts—and the back of Joyce's head blocking out the area that she was licking. He watched in the mirror as his hands felt the softness of Myra's tits, and the rigid nipples tickling the hollow of his hands.

"Pull out and fuck Joyce's mouth," Myra gasped excitedly.

Gary pulled out with a sodden 'plop' and then thrust forward feeling Joyce's lips suckle his head, and he pushed in further, gagging her slightly before pulling back. He probed her hungry mouth three times, then pulled out with a hollow 'pop' and drove back inside Myra's pussy. 

In the mirror he caught a glimpse of Charie and Philippe, who seemed to have claimed the low flat table on which he had been eating Joyce when they came in. Charie was on her back, her legs hooked around Philippe's, who was crouched low, fucking her with wild abandon, his blue/black cock appearing, then disappearing deep inside Charie's pussy. Gary experienced a momentary twinge of discomfort, then remembered Myra's words 'it won't rub off,' before being overtaken by his own experience in Myra's pussy and Joyce's mouth. He realized that he had reached the breaking point and cried out, "Myra, I'm gonna cum!"

"In my pussy!" she commanded, and heard Gary's bulky hard-on pop out of Joyce's mouth, then felt it and sink again inside her. She wiggled her ass and met Gary's thrusts, gasping as her own orgasm overtook her. She felt his cock thrust deep, and then felt Gary's whole body quiver as his hot cum squirted inside her. In her mind she heard the hissing sound of his cum being forced out the small opening of his penis. 

The surreal experience heightened her orgasm and she screamed out, "Joyce, Joyce, catch his cum." And then she directed, "pull out Gary," at which time his white streaked cock slithered out and dropped to half mast, hovering over Joyce's wide open mouth. But Myra pushed Gary back and positioned her cunt over Joyce's mouth, and then listened intently as Joyce slurped the long string, shivering at the excitement that the sounds made.

Gary was at first disappointed when Joyce didn't immediately suck his cock, and was startled, after she had swallowed Myra's gift, when she did, her lips sliding and her tongue flapping over his now painfully sensitive head, noisily slurped the residue of thick, ropy semen from his shaft. 

Glancing in the mirror, he caught the scene on the flat table. It was Charie who was sucking the shimmering blacksnake that protruded from Philippe's middle. He had exploded as well, and the contrast of the white semen on his jet black phallus, along with the agonizingly ecstatic sculpture of his contorted face, was a study in African erotica—almost surrealistic. Gary, visualizing Philippe's enormous rod being gobbled by his hungry wife, realized that Charie's sexual quest was insatiable, and thought, what the hell...and his racial sensitivity started to evaporate as he wondered what she would experience next.

Charie couldn't believe the good fortune that was stimulating the growth of her carnal knowledge. Although she hadn't yet experienced the pleasure of having more than one man's cock at the same time, she had taken pleasure in sex with a woman in Penny, and was ecstatic with what had just happened with Philippe. She was accustomed to Gary's big cock, but Philippe's was even bigger. His body was that of a chiseled athlete, and his ability to fuck for a long time without ejaculating was something she had not yet experienced. 

As his cock filled and plied her agitated cunt she imagined its blackness being surrounded by her pink sponge. Plus, the fact that his foreskin was bunched behind his head made her gspot tingle. She hadn't experienced this while being fucked before, either with Gary, or with John. 

Philippe had eaten her, and did a wonderful job of working her into three preliminary orgasms. The excitement of the new experience of having such an exotic cock inside her caused at least two more that had each topped the others, before the big one happened when he was working her gspot with the gathered flesh of his foreskin. Her whole body quivered like she was overtaken by a seizure. And such was the animal nature of her screams that everyone in the room ceased their own pleasure to observe her. Once again, even though, prior to seeing her in action, some spoke of her as a "yokel", she once again became the star of the show—something that would assure her of being granted her most fervent wish.

Lying on the table, while Philippe swabbed the mess he had made in her pussy, with his tongue, Charie observed how the changes had occurred. When she started in the same position a half hour ago, Lenny and Zack were sitting on the floor, Miriam straddling Lenny and Joyce straddling Zack. Gary had slid his big cock into Myra, who straddled Lenny and Joyce, allowing Joyce to be able to lick both Myra's pussy and Gary's balls—and Gary to be able to alternately fuck Myra's cunt and Joyce's mouth. 

After the sagging rope of Gary's cum stretched into Joyce's mouth and she sucked his cock, Lenny and Joyce got up and drank a glass of wine. John and Penny, who had initially been left out the swap had been fucking doggy in front of the couples on the mirror, both watching in awe, as the orgy progressed. After John had shot his wad inside Penny, they rolled to their sides and spooned, still observing the action on the mirror. 

Miriam and Zack finished and joined Joyce and Lenny at the bar. But Miriam took an empty glass, walked back to where John and Penny were still spooned, and said something to Penny, who acted quickly to comply. She got up on all fours, and, while Miriam held the empty wine glass between her legs, she contracted her pussy and forced John's cum into the glass. Miriam raised the glass, swirled the creamy cocktail, held it in a toast to the others and drained the glass. She then got up and asked Zack to pour her wine, which he did, the red Zinfandel showing the residual lines of semen like a reverse raspberry ripple.

Charie and Philippe, and John and Penny joined the group by the bar and they all sipped wine and nibbled cheeze. Charie, always the outlandish one, took her glass and went to each of the men, dipping his penis in her wineglass. She sipped, and then as if sharing communion went to each woman and tipped the glass to her lips. 

She then turned to Myra and said, "You have one hellava stud there. He turned me on in ways that I never even imagined." She then kissed Myra, who snuggled her breasts into Charie and embraced her with one arm, took another sip of wine and kissed her again, allowing the wine to ooze through her lips into Charie' into Charie's mouth.

Myra whispered into Charie's ear, "I think it would be nice if we could share our husband's gifts with one another."

Charie, once again, took the lead. She handed her wine glass to Penny, and then took Myra's and handed it to her as well. She took Myra's hand, making sure that Myra understood who was in control, and lead her to the middle of the mats. Myra, acknowledging Charie's dominance, was the first to go down, and lay on the mat, pulling her feet up close to her bottom and spreading her legs. Charie straddled her head, and then lowered herself gracefully, placing her pussy on Myra's mouth. Then, as the sensation of Myra's waggling tongue on her clitoris sent shocks up and down her back, she leaned forward, wrapped her arms around Myra's thighs and began slurping the residue of Gary's familiar cum, mixed with Myra's delicate essence.

The voyeuristic experience of watching two sexually motivated women pleasuring each other titillated each of the group. Miriam, having looked forward to once again tasting Penny's delicacy, took this as an opportunity to take place in an all female romp. She took Penny by the hand and led her to where Charie and Myra were moaning and gurgling each others sodden pussies. 




Church Friends Ch. 13



Seeking a more complete sensation, she positioned Penny, feet to Myra's knees, spread her legs, placing her left foot to the opposite side of Charies bottom, her right leg outside of Myra's left. Then kneeling she opened her mouth wide and covered Penny's entire pussy. As she parted her cum soaked lips, her tongue touched the tip Penny's clit, and, at the same instant, her ass pushed against Charies ass. As she began tantalizing Penny's clit she enjoyed the feel of Charie's ass on her own and took pleasure in a mini-orgasm.

Joyce, who had become totally submissive to Miriam, watched knowing that Miriam would soon indicate the chore that she enjoyed so much—and wasn't disappointed. She saw Miriam look up, motion with her head to the leather case by the door, and winked. Walking to the spot, her petite breasts jiggling with her eager motion, she kneeled, and opened the case. It's contents were nestled in a foam cut-out, as if it were an assassin's case. The contents were broken down as three separated pieces (13 inch dildoes), of three separate colors: pink, black and red, made of an elastic material, fashioned perfectly in the form of a cock, complete with veins. The contraption had been fashioned for her by an appreciative art professor at New York City College, with whom Miriam had and ongoing afternoon affair on Tuesdays. 

In a separate cut-out was a three way threaded piece, a connector of hard plastic that resembled the three blades of and airplane propeller. Joyce took out this piece, and the pink dildo, screwing the base into the connector. Then, repeated the action with the black and red dildoes, until she held in her hand three dildoes connected like a tee. 

She took her creation, kneeled between Miriam and Charie, pushing gently on both girls asses. Miriam pull way forward, understanding what was about to occur. Charie craned her neck to see what was happening and blushed when she saw the three-way dildo. Joyce put the tip of the black cock inside her mouth sucked it in and out, moisturizing it. Then spread Charie's cheeks, and pushed the black rod inside her pussy. She moistened the red cock and held it straight behind Miriam's bottom, placed the head between her cheeks, and Miriam pushed back, burying the red cock deep inside her, pushing tight against Charie's ass. 

Joyce moistened the pink one, then positioned herself on all fours, held the cock to her pussy and slid back until her ass touched Miriam's and Charie's. Then they all started fucking the dildoes, slowly at first, all three women sighing and moaning. But Charie's, with whom this was entirely new, had a high pitched urgency, indicating the approach of another orgasm. Her ass moved more rapidly, slapping Miriam's and Joyce's in rapid succession, driving almost desperately, until she let out a primal scream and dropped to the floor, gasping for air. 

Myra, not wanting to be left out of the play, stood up, pulled Charie's arms, dragging her into the proper position, then kneeled between her legs, inserted the black dildo into her own cunt and went down between Charie's legs, gobbling her pussy. 

Miriam, who had just experienced an orgasm of her own when Penny came at the urgings of her tongue, offered the pink dildo to Penny, who lasciviously joined Joyce and Myra, riding the rubber dicks and slapping each other's asses together. Miriam then laid back, spread her legs and offered her pussy to Penny, then wrapped her legs around her head when her mouth was in place.

The men were watching and stroking, waiting, now impatiently for a pussy to fuck, when Philippe repeated what Charie had said to him when they were pleasuring each other earlier. "She told me that she wanted all of our cocks at the same time."

"I'll start," John said, "She told me what she wanted first." And with that he walked over to where she had put her purse, opened it, and took out the tube of KY jelly. He then went past the circle of writhing women, took Charie by the hand, led her a few feet away and had her get down on all fours. She laid her head on her crossed arms and thrust her ass up in the air. John got down on his knees, unscrewed the top from the tube and squeezed a gob of jelly on Charie's ass. He then slid his middle finger in her ass and began rimming, until he was able to put two fingers inside. She wiggle her ass and ooohed as he thrust his fingers in and out, and squeeled when he added the third finger. 

When his fingers were moving inside her easily he pulled them out, slathered KY all over his cock and then lay back, his cock sticking strait up toward the ceiling. Charie stood, squatted over John's jellied cock and lowered herself until her asshole touched his head. Slowly she lowered, waited, and lowered again, until John's cock was buried in her ass. She then laid back on John's chest, placed her feet flat on the floor with her legs spread and said, "Who's next?"

Gary, who had known about her fantasy since the night of their honeymoon, kneeled between hers and John's legs and slid his huge cock inside her pussy, causing Charie to shout, "Yes!" and then, " I want to suck your cock Philippe."

Philippe helped straightened Gary into an upright position, then straddled Charie's breasts and settled on her abdomen, his back against Gary's chest. He scooched forward and allowed Charie to suck his cock.

Both John and Gary were bucking and fucking, their balls coming together when their cocks went all the way in, while Charie sucked, moaning and slurping on Philippe's cock. 

Zack and Lenny laid down so Charie could grasp their cocks and she stroked them. The combination was complete, and Charie experienced another monster orgasm. 

Lenny stood...helped Gary off, and then sat Charie up, pulling her to her feet and off John's cock. He lay down on the floor and bade her to sit on his cock, which she did. Bending forward, her breasts softened on Lenny's chest and she kissed him passionately, moaning when Gary spread her cheeks and forced his large cock inside her, which caused her to scream out in momentary pain, until her anus stretched to accommodate his size. 

She placed her hands flat on the floor so she could lean forward a little to suck Philippe, who was on his knees holding his impressively veined cock to her lips. Gary was now pumping his shaft in and out of her anus, and she was wiggling her hips wildly, as Lenny bucked, being slapped by Gary as they came together. Gary had never been inside his wife's ass, and was tremendously excited. When he shot his hot load inside her, Charie was overcome with the heat of his jism, and she experienced yet another orgasm. 

When Philippe pulled his cock back she pushed it from her mouth and cried, "I want you in my ass Philippe." As Philippe moved to her rear Zack took his place and penetrated her open mouth with his cock.

Myra, sitting in the lotus position, her pussy wide open for all to see, sipped wine. 

Miriam was sitting with her arm around Penny, her hand fondling her breast. Penny's head was leaning on Miriam's shoulder. 

Joyce sat with her legs bent, her breasts resting on her thigh. They were all watching the show that was going on in the middle of the floor. 

Philippe slid his monster cock deep inside Charie's ass. It looked like it would never stop going in. As it slid inside her she hummed a high pitched moan. Once his huge member was fully planted she screamed a muffled shout of joy, and leaned forward to help move it out. 

Lenny, still bucking, was almost exhausted when he came, shouting, "Jesus!" then fell back to the floor. 

As she pumped Philippe's cock each time she came forward Zack's cock touched her soft palate and gagged her. Had it not been for the fact that Zack's cock was smaller, and pink in contrast to black, the cock in her ass and the cock in her mouth would have looked like the same shaft going all the way through her body, and she was about to receive a double pleasure. 

She was slamming bodies on both ends when Philippe came first, and she felt the heat of his orgasm deep inside her. Instantly his cock became slipperier and the slide was silky. Zack shot his wad deep inside her throat and she imagined her pink uvula dripping with his cum. The rumbling of her coming orgasm shook her whole body. Lenny's cock had shriveled inside her pussy and her convulsions sent his cum sagging down his shriveled shaft and sinking into his pubic hair.

For Miriam, who wasn't in control, the action was too much. So she instructed her two subs, Penny and Joyce, to kneel beside Gary, who had become hard again and was stroking on one side of Charie and John, who was jerking on the other, to jerk the men off until they came on Charie's back. 

Charie was still gasping from the gang bang, while the two women flailed wildly on the two men's cocks. They were both tensed and ready to cum. John was first and shot a long rope from the left side of her back. Gary spurted, crossing John's line. Then each squirted intermittently until their balls were rising in dry squeezes, and their cum dripping in tiny droplets.

Miriam, easing John and Joyce aside, laid her breasts on Charie's ass, and began smoothing the crossed lines of semen over Charie's back with her cheeks. Then she massaged Charie's back with her hands, working the seminal lotion into her skin. She was paying obeisance to the woman who had usurped her position as queen of the party.

As they crossed the bridge from Gallipolis, Ohio to Point Pleasant, West Virginia they looked forward to sleeping in their own beds again. The trip to New York had begun raucously with songs and blow-jobs. The visit to New York had been memorable in many ways—not the least of which was the party at the dance studio. But the trip home was unusually quiet. 

Gary had become accustomed to the fact that his wife had been copulating and sucking a black man, and was not excited about it happening again. But he also knew and supported the fact that an evening like this had been a compulsion that Charie would have had to experience. And, he had to admit, that while he was going through the evening, he was enjoying it as much as anybody, and enjoying that Charie was the hit of the party. At the same time his attitudes on race had been changed positively, and he had a better understanding of the black students at Marshall University who had been picketing the White Coffeepot in Huntington. 

Charie had her dreams fulfilled, and having been the main attraction at a gang-bang, she realized that, from that point on, sex with Gary would be enough for her. He was a man who had indulged all of her fantasies, and in the process had become a more passionate and effective lover. Her wildness in relation to other men had been satiated.

John had loved the experience of swinging with Gary and Charie. Prior to his encounters with Charie he had taken Penny for granted, and had sex with her just to satisfy his own needs. But Charie was able to convince him that his wife needed more...that all women need more, and he determined that he would be the man that Penny had hoped for when she married him.

On the trip back the couples discussed how the swinging back home and the orgy at the dance studio had opened their minds. They agreed that the wild party was something they wouldn't have wanted to miss, and having experienced it didn't need to do it anymore. They also talked about their desire to start a family, and hoped that this time next year they would be parents. Thus, with unprotected sex they needed to stop swinging. 

Penny thought about Miriam, the girl who introduced her to the beauty of sex with another woman. She realized that it had always been Miriam's dominant nature that attracted her and felt a strong need for a woman of that nature. It was she, Penny, who because of the sweet memories of Miriam, introduced Charie to the sharing of a female body. But she didn't realize at the time how important that would be to her in the future. She knew that she had seen Miriam for the last time, that the woman she had chosen was even too strong for Miriam to dominate. 

She looked forward to having her first child, and would begin trying tonight when they got home. The allure of pregnancy, the growing of a child in her body, the stretching of her body, and the pain and pleasure of birth excited her. And along the way, she knew that Charie would be suckling milk from her breasts, preparing them for the needs of her new baby.

The end.