Storiesonline.net ------- Hartford by Paris Waterman Copyright© 2005 by Paris Waterman ------- Description: A young couple, Paul and Terry buy a condo in the suburbs and meet some sexy new friends. Codes: MF Mult bi swing oral anal mastrb toys ------- ------- Copyright© 2005 ------- Chapter 1: Spring 2000 - Paul & Terry Hartstein Paul was still in awe over the new condo in the outskirts of Hartford that he and his lovely wife Terry had just moved into. They had saved up the down payment over a period of about three years and now were realizing the dream of having their own place. It was in a very nice neighborhood; populated with young couples like themselves and the complex they were in had a pool, Jacuzzi, recreation room and tennis courts. They were still in the unpacking stage and hadn't had a chance to get out and meet anyone yet. They'd been married for just four years, or since the day after he'd graduated from UCONN. Paul was twenty-five and an insurance adjuster. Terry, just twenty-three, was an aspiring songwriter who was positive her next song would be a mega hit and bring them untold riches. It was June and quite warm. After spending the better part of the morning unpacking they hit a Mc Donald's for a quick lunch and on returning to the condo, decided it might be a good time to check out the pool. As they put on their suits, Paul couldn't help but watch Terry as she changed. He had always been amazed by the body below her dark blonde hair and cute face. She was very thin but her chest revealed nicely developed breasts which she was now trying to squeeze into the top of her tiny bikini. She looked at him with her big doe-like innocent eyes and asked, "Do you think this is too revealing to go to the pool the first time?" Paul's thoughts were being controlled by his cock at the moment and he was daydreaming about how the men around the pool would be absolutely drooling over Terry's luscious bod. But he wasn't foolish enough to say anything like that to her because of the fact that he thought Terry terribly self-conscious about her body. He definitely didn't want her to shy away from showing herself off as much as she was about to. He recalled that it had taken quite awhile for her just to get comfortable around him after they had gotten married. She had been brought up in a strict religious household, and it had taken Paul a long time to convince her that whatever a man and wife did in privacy was perfectly all right as long as they were in agreement about it. In truth, he was wrong about this. Terry had adjusted to her body and the way others looked at her a long time before, but being a prudent person, had not shared this with Paul. In fact, Terry was already at the point where she would do just about anything they both wanted, short of having other people involved. Having other people involved happened to be Paul's biggest fantasy. Each time he masturbated -- and he did so daily -- he imagined having two women at the same time. He had, early on, tried to share that fantasy with her, but Terry seemed so turned off by the subject that he dropped it. What he didn't realize was that Terry being young and naïve, had been stunned by the suggestion, first thinking he no longer desired her and that she lacked something sexually. But after discussing his suggestion with her closest friend Diane, she soon conceded that Diane was correct in saying that all men thought that way; that they were led by their penis's and were quite happy with one woman but liked to imagine having a harem to fulfill their sexual fantasies. Paul had gotten to feel something of what it was like years before in high school after a basketball game. But it had been he, his best friend, Donny and a girl they'd both known who'd tried it out of curiosity. That experience had fueled his desire to try it with two women at one time; but he'd done his best since marriage to bury the thought. As he came out of his day dream, he realized Terry was waiting for him to answer her. "Oh, honey, you look great in that color. You'll be the best looking one there." Terry wriggled her rear at him while glancing over her shoulder and smiling. For kicks, Paul wore a Speedo swimsuit, wanting to show off his endowment to any ladies who might happen by. He was proud of his penis; well most men are, but Paul had a solid seven inches that Terry had grown to worship, touching him constantly in private. As they donned their robes and sandals and headed out into the warm afternoon sun to the pool, he reflected that they had sex just about every day, and even when Terry had her period she still made a point of blowing him once or twice a day. He shrugged his shoulders and told himself that he had it pretty good, a great, sexy wife, good job and now this wonderful condo of their own. No more renting, he thought, this is the life, and pulled a lounge chair over to join one already set by the poolside. It was a beautiful late spring day and the pool was well populated with both swimmers and those seeking to tan themselves. Paul fished into the carrying bag that Terry had brought and found the suntan lotion. Being a gentleman, he applied a generous amount to Terry's back and rubbed it in. He listened for the telltale purr from her indicating he was beginning to arouse her, then stopped and covered his own limbs and when finished, passed the lotion to Terry. As he rubbed the lotion into his skin he looked around and saw that the others sunning themselves and cavorting in the pool weren't modest at all. One other thing stood out. There were no children in or around the pool. He thought that odd, but did not have any objection to it, thinking: 'More time for the adults to frolic.' The first thing that registered after noting the lack of children was the fact that several women were showing a lot more of their bodies than Terry was. In fact, four of them wore very small thongs that would have been outlawed at any nearby beach or public pool. It was easy to see why in that they revealed practically all of their backsides with just a string up their crack. Needless to say, Paul was in heaven and stretched out on his lounge chair waiting for the combination of sunny heat and his normal level of desire to inflate his manhood. Terry looked around and almost did a double take on seeing the nearly nude women around and in the pool. One woman, wearing nothing more than a small strip of white cloth, had caused Terry to stare at her crotch because the lips of her vagina were clearly visible through the wet material. As Terry's eyes rose up to check the remainder of the woman's body she saw the woman's areola and pointed nipples straining for release from their limited confinement. 'Why wear anything?' Terry wondered and looked elsewhere only to see another brunette similarly attired. She glanced down at her own skimpy suit and thought that she had been somewhat finicky in her own selection and was having trouble justifying it to herself. 'I'll have to do some shopping, ' she told herself, 'after all, when in Rome... ' After taking a quick dip in the pool to cool off they both lay back and soaked up the sun's beneficial rays. A few people passed by and said "Hi," but no one really struck up a conversation. After awhile, with sweat gathering in crevices that usually remain sweat free, Paul suggested another dip and Terry was quick to agree. They hopped in on the side of the pool and just talked while standing in belly-high water. Paul, wearing a pair of very dark sunglasses was enjoying long, lingering looks at the various women. He was rating them on a scale of 1 to 10 and thus far had not found one below an 8 plus. Terry had already dismissed the women, giving them an A for effort and made a mental note to ask one, after becoming acquainted, where they went to get their bikini waxing done. She too, wore dark sunglasses and made use of their hiding her eyes to study the men walking around the pool. She was pleasantly surprised by the number of men wearing bikini style and Speedo swim suits. 'Paul guessed right about pool-side attire, ' she thought. Generally, he wore the boxer trunks, but today of all days he picked that skimpy, oh so racy Speedo thing that gave everyone a good look at her friend. Terry had always referred to his penis as her friend ever since the first time they had lain together. His lovemaking had always left her fulfilled and craving more. Even now, standing in the pool next to him, she had to restrain herself from reaching out and touching her friend. She noted that her friend was indeed larger than usual for just lounging around outside and it crossed Terry's mind that the barely clad women had a thing or two to do with it. "Getting a little horny there, are you honey?" She teased and managed to brush her fingers over his erection, well not exactly an erection, but it was getting there, she thought. "Oh, yeah, maybe," he conceded. "There are a lot of attractive women struttin' their stuff and well," he laughed, "I can't help it. Besides you're not helping any giving it those rubs there." She laughed and said, "I know. Tell you what, I'm climbing out and getting a little more sun and then I'm headed back. We still have a lot of unpacking to do, hon." The last was an unspoken request that he join her in the work and Paul smiled at her and nodding, followed her to the ladder and took in her lovely ass as she climbed up and out of the pool. Terry knew he was watching her rear end. She loved to wiggle it just for him as it always got her friend hard. 'Maybe, ' she thought, 'we won't unpack anything later. Maybe we'll just make love and christen the place. Yeah, that's a great thought and Paul will jump at the chance to make love instead of unpacking.' It was then that Terry realized someone was looking down the front of her bathing suit as she was leaning forward to pull herself up. 'Oh, God, a peeper, ' she told herself and started to grit her teeth when the man stuck his hand out offering her assistance in climbing out. Terry didn't need any help, but quickly changed her mind for two reasons. The man was simply a superb specimen and he was offering her his assistance. She took his hand and then realized that as he pulled her up he was afforded and even better glimpse of her breasts. 'Probably saw my nipples, ' she thought as she thanked him. And turned to see what Paul's reaction had been to this minor flirtation. Terry was startled on following Paul's gaze. He was gawking at one of the firmest pair of breasts Terry had ever set eyes upon. They were, in turned out, a couple; and were the first to actually welcome them to the complex. Terry couldn't help but notice that the man was deeply tanned and wearing the briefest of Speedos that she had seen all day. 'My God, ' she thought, 'does he have a boa constrictor in there?' Her next fleeting thought was, 'It can't possibly be real, can it? Do men actually grow to sizes like that? He must have something stuffed in there, but why?' By this time the woman was performing introductions. "I'm Barbara and this sun god worshipper here is my husband, Trevor, we're the Farouk's. Not the former royal family by any means though," she laughed. Trevor picked up the dialogue; his eyes never leaving Terry's body. "We moved in here about a year ago. I think, and I'm sure Barbara agrees with me, that it's just fantastic here." Both had dark hair and dark eyes, Trevor showing what appeared to be Mediterranean features. He was actually Egyptian, and a distant relative of the former King Farouk. Barbara' parents hailed from Northern Italy. Both were, however, exceedingly handsome. Trevor's short curly hair, moustache and broad hairy chest along with his muscular physique, would make him stand out anywhere. For her part, Barbara had an hour glass figure, with firm muscular legs, and ample-sized breasts. Her skimpy thong-styled suit had already been well studied by both Terry and Paul. When they extended an invitation for drinks soon after, it was quickly accepted by the young couple without their looking to the other for approval. Since it was already about four in the afternoon, Barbara asked if eight would be all right with them. Terry immediately told her it was perfect; that she could get some unpacking done and still have plenty time to get ready. "Oh," Barbara said as they were about to part. "Better get something to eat. Normally I'd have invited you over for dinner, but I can't, we're dining with friends in about an hour and... well I hope you understand?" "Of course we do," Terry said quickly, thinking, 'Paul can run out for some fast food while I unpack. He'll be happy to be out of my way for a while.' Then to Barbara, "The drinks sound wonderful. It's the perfect ending to a perfect day." And with one last surreptitious glance at Trevor's groin, Terry turned and along with Paul went directly to their condo. Paul took a quick shower to rid himself of the greasy lotions and came out of the bath to find Terry lying on their bed still wearing her bikini. As he continued to dry himself, he asked, "Terry, weren't you going to continue with the unpacking?" She gave him her seductive smile and replied, "Tomorrow's another day. I'm feelin' a little horny and I'm wondering if your friend wants to play?" He smiled back at her and said, "Your wish is my command, my dear," then joined her on the bed, taking her into his arms and kissing her passionately. As the kiss ended, Terry said, "They were a beautiful couple weren't they?" "Uh huh," Paul answered and then lowered the left cup of her bikini top and took the nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it. Terry moaned with delight and unconsciously opened her thighs. And at the exact moment Paul began to chew on the nipple; something he knew she adored, Terry asked, "Barbara has a great body too, doesn't she?" Hesitating a moment before releasing the nipple so he could reply, Paul quickly formulated what he thought to be the correct response. "Umm, well yeah, of course there wasn't much left to the imagination. I mean, Jesus, you could see her vaginal lips for God's sake!" "Yesssss," Terry hissed as her hand cupped his balls, for she loved his sacs almost as much as she loved his cock. Each time she fondled them brought a quick, thrill between her legs, a precursor, if you will, to an impending orgasm. For Terry was one of those rare women who climaxed virtually every time she had sexual intercourse; and many times when she didn't but only entertained some extended foreplay. "And don't forget her nipples, Paul, honey. Geez," she said, for Terry could not bring herself to swear, it wasn't in her nature to do so. "They were so big! I mean look at mine?" Terry yanked her other breast from its supporting cup and presented both her tits for Paul's inspection. Her nipple's now fully erect, were similar to those of a pencil's eraser tip, small and slender as were her areola as well. "You have fantastic tata's baby," he said trying to avoid what might become a dangerous discussion. "No, I know you love my tata's baby, but what about hers?" "Very revealing for one," he offered, then halted. "And?" "Maybe a larger size than yours, but in later years that may prove to be a disadvantage, whereas yours will stay firm and supple well into your sixties, or even later." Paul felt reassured that he'd handled that question as diplomatically as possible under the circumstances. But Terry wasn't finished, although he sensed she was, as her hand was now alternating between fondling his balls and permitting her nails to caress the sides of his semi-hard dick. "What about her nipples, Paul? They're so much bigger than mine," she finished with a pout on her face. "Hey size isn't everything," he said once again trying to placate her. But Terry wasn't looking to be placated. She used his comment to bring Trevor's cock -- his wondrous snake-like trunk that had filled his Speedo and inflamed her imagination, into the conversation; and so she pursued the subject, finally bringing out into the open. "It isn't? Then what about that giant bulge in Trevor's trunks, huh?" She hissed at him and alarming Paul with her intensity then grabbed his cock which had already begun to ache with a need for release. "Terry!" He gasped as she began squeezing and jerking on his throbbing member. "I want to make you ejaculate," she breathed, loving the very sound of the word. She repeated it again and again in her mind, drawing the syllables out. 'E-jac-ul-ate.' Paul couldn't move. He felt her lips on his shoulder, then nipping at his ear, and his scrotum tightened. She ran her fingernails along his length, then gave him three slow strokes. "I want to see you cum!" Terry moaned, increasing the speed of her hand on him. "In about 10 seconds, you're gonna get your wish!" He gasped and continued with, "All over your little hand and wrist." "Really?" she whispered, in as husky a voice as he'd ever heard from her. Terry was staring him in the eye. "Really?" she repeated, leaning over him, bracing her hands on his shoulders and forcing his body deep into the mattress. "Really?" she said once again and released his cock, then pressed her lips to his. Paul groaned into her open mouth and managed to restrain myself from rolling over on top of her and ravaging her. Panting now, her lust for him undisguised, Terry asked with as much honesty as she could muster up, "Paul can... I mean is it possible for a man to be that big?" "Honey," Paul began, knowing Terry had not been exposed to a wide variety of sexual matters or situations, "I admit it looks like the guy's well hung, and he may or may not be. What I mean is... well, some women pad themselves, perhaps some guys do as well. I didn't see him in the pool, did you?" "No," Terry replied in a little girl's voice. "Just remember," Paul went on, "size isn't everything." Lot's of women fantasize about fucking a horse-cock, but most of them don't care for it unless it's attached to someone they really like." A distant memory suddenly came to the fore of Terry's mind. "A horse-cock," she said and pursued the thought for a moment, then smiled wickedly at him and said, "You know, I still want you. I want you a lot!" As she spoke, she ran her fingers down over his arm, then across his hip and thigh and finally rested her hand on his full grown erection, her eyes widening as she gripped it. "This is my horse-cock," she murmured happily, and then straddled Paul -- moving forward until her neatly trimmed pussy was directly over his face. "Ready or not," she called out with a playful sensualness, then lowered her pussy down to his more than eager mouth. As always, Paul found her pussy sweet and juicy and very, very hot. He strove to keep his eyes open and had a splendid close-up view of the coral vaginal walls just under his nose. And as he licked and suckled upon her nether region, his hands caressed her flanks and finally fastened onto her firm, well rounded ass. With a moment of sudden inspiration, he raised her body from his face and called out, "Even from this vantage point, you're still the most beautiful women I've ever seen!" His words and the fact that he had promptly lowered her cunt to his mouth again after uttering them cause Terry to flow freely, bathing his face and neck with her love sauce. It took some time, but his tongue eventually got around to locating her clit and that was enough to trigger Terry's first orgasm. She let it sweep over her body, enjoying each and every element of it while he contented himself with toying with her asshole. A few minutes later; most of Terry's climactic reverberations had faded away. Then, moving with a slow, but deliberate lethargy, she permitted her own fastidious tongue to lick the entire length of his cock. Instantly it bobbed up and Terry reached out and took it in her fist and said, "I want you in my mouth... now!" Paul looked on with a knowing pleasure as Terry's mouth gobbled a third of his member before halting and making several minor adjustments that were necessary for her to consume more of him. Terry was not an artful cocksucker. It would be more apt to typecast her as a greedy cocksucker. Lunging back and forth on his pole with a fury that would one day cause damage to her neck muscles, she sucked heartily on him. Long, wet, voracious sucks; consisting of a glutton-like, insatiable craving to suck the life out of him in order to satisfy an appetite that would not be appeased. "I'm coming!" Paul breathed hoarsely, only 30 seconds after she'd begun. Terry sucked harder and jerked harder even as Paul let loose. She made a soft noise, as if she'd been hit in the back with a pillow; then swallowed and sucked as if searching for oil. A trail of sperm ran out of the corner of her mouth, but she never considered reducing the strength of her powerful suction upon his member. Paul fired line after line into her mouth and throat. She kept sucking and tonguing until he was done; then she swallowed what was left with a self- satisfying gulp. He lay limp as she finally allowed his fast shrinking cock to tumble from her mouth. She rested her face on his thigh and stroked his withering member with the tips of her fingers. A few seconds later Terry raised her face to look at him, a questioning expression adorned her face. "Yes, you're a greedy bitch," he said, thereby reassuring her that her animal-like fury in blowing him had been appreciated and not thought of as being victimized by her insatiable need to devour his cock. It was now a long-standing ritual between them and Paul, loving her more than ever, was only to glad to do so for her sake. Licking her lips; seeking that last residual film of sperm that was still adhering to them, she sighed and said, "I love you, Paul. I love you with all my heart and soul. There will never be another man for me, ever." We will soon see how shallow those words were. ------- After a while Terry got up and took a shower, brushed her teeth and contemplated her attire for that visit to Barbara and Trevor's place. Wanting to make a good impression, she selected a pair of slacks that she had purchased the week before and had not worn yet. Then she picked a lavender bra from her drawer and asked Paul to help her with the hooks. As always he rubbed each breast vigorously before allowing it to escape his view by tucking it into the B cup of the bra. There was no reason Terry couldn't have hooked the bra herself, but she had grown to love his little ritual and as she buttoned the almost sheer blouse over the bra, she was pleased to see her eraser tipped nipples protruding proudly for all to see. Paul tugged on a pair of jeans, then grabbed a Greg Norman golf shirt off a hanger and tucked it into the jeans. He leaned to the left and then the right, admiring his lean, trim body in the full-length mirror. As he adjusted his genitals he had a fleeting thought of Barbara and her fine looking body and how great she probably was in the sack and then dismissed it thinking of how he would fuck Terry after they returned and had several drinks. ------- Eight o'clock rolled around and Paul rang the bell to the Farouk's condo, which they noted was larger than their own. Barbara answered the door and Paul immediately began salivating. She wore only a tight white cotton t-shirt that did little to hide the flesh beneath above a short green tennis skirt. Terry was a little surprised that Barbara would wear something so provocative for their first visit. When she saw what Trevor was wearing, she forgot all about Barb. He had on a pair of sweatpants that had to be two sizes to small for his muscular frame. His thin waistline allowed him to get away with this, but that was lost on both Terry and Paul because Trevor obviously wore nothing beneath them. As if it mattered in the least, he also wore a black muscle shirt that Terry found she liked, but only after a long, lingering look at his loins. 'He dresses to the left, ' she noted, but everyone else knew this and so she promptly forgot that pertinent or rather, impertinent piece of information. Barbara ushered them in with the usual utterances for such occasions and asked them what they'd like to drink, adding that Trevor made an exceptional peach daiquiri. The Hartstein's both accepted the offer of daiquiri's and settled down in the living room and began talking about things in general, such as what they did for a living, their families and where they were from, then drifted to who knew who from places they both had lived or visited at one time or another. It wasn't long before they were all ready for another drink and Trevor rose to do the honors. Terry had praised his peach daiquiris several times and Trevor invited her to join him in the kitchen to see how the drinks were prepared. They went into the kitchen and left Paul and Barbara to chat. Barbara turned toward Paul and he thought her tits were going to poke out through her shirt. He could easily see the dark circles of her areolas and her nipples were hard as rocks. But of course, something of his was getting hard, too. They chatted a bit and then Barbara suggested that they go to the kitchen also and get some snacks. As they started for the kitchen Barbara took his hand. As they turned to enter the kitchen, Paul froze in his tracks, for his wife was standing in front of the counter where the drinks were ostensibly being made with her hands on the counter and Trevor behind her with his hands around her, massaging her breasts while grinding his groin against her ass. Terry appeared to be enjoying what he was doing although she wasn't actively participating. Paul found himself speechless and unable to move. Barbara saw what had startled him and quickly guided him back to the living room. They sat down on the sofa where she asked him concernedly if what he saw bothered him. "I... I'm totally shocked that Terry would permit anyone to do that to her," he said lamely, still caught up in the sight of Trevor humping his wife's rear end and by the fact that Terry had it jutting out the way she had, obviously enjoying the intimate contact. And the guy's hands had definitely been mauling her tits and she was letting him get away with it. "I mean, Terry's always been so god-damned straight-laced about things like that. I just can't figure it..." Then Barbara surprised him even more, laying her hand on his lap. The touch of her fingers was electric and for a moment, Paul forgot what his wife was doing in the next room. "You know Paul, your wife, Terry..." she paused for effect. "Maybe I shouldn't say this, but it seems that she's enjoying herself in there." Paul began to gather himself and started to rise; he was ready to fight if necessary to pry Terry away from this big dicked neighbor. Barbara was ready for this move, having seen it several times before and cut him off as she had the others. Her fingernails grazed his erection. He realized both things simultaneously; he had an erection and this lovely woman was touching it. Then he heard her whispering in his ear. "Let's get even with them, let's enjoy ourselves out here." Her voice oozed temptation, tantalizing him away from his anger at Terry and into a sexual haze of desire for this temptress next to him. "You... you're serious?" He said. "Absolutely serious," Barbara whispered in his ear and then licked it lasciviously. His hand reflexively moved to her breast and caressed it through the T-shirt. She moaned under his touch and offered her lips to him and they kissed her tongue darting quickly into his mouth and licking his teeth and gums before he could react and put his own tongue into gear. As Paul was assimilating all this with his befuddled mind, Barbara's hand moved to his lap and opened his fly. He retaliated by raising the T-shirt and freeing her ample breasts. He was truly stunned at their actual size and she sensed it. "They're 40 - D's honey. Like 'em?" "Love 'em," he croaked. "So do 'em already, ' she said and giggled. He was still gawking at them, for they did appear to be larger than they had at the pool. He wondered if he could actually get one of her oversized areolas in his mouth and then -- despite an eerie quiet in the kitchen -- he opened his mouth and accepted her offering. At the same time Barbara freed his manhood from its confined quarters and began rubbing it lightly. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Trevor had unbuttoned Terry's blouse and unhooked her lavender bra to reveal her lovely perky, pear-shaped breasts and was already feverishly massaging them from behind her. Terry wondering briefly if all men loved to play with a woman's breasts the same way, quickly dropped the thought and reached behind her with both hands pulling Trevor's hips into her while he was still grinding his cock into her ass. Taking this as a final sign of her acquiescence Trevor left her breasts to put both hands down the front of her pants and started trying to pull them down. Suddenly he felt Terry tense up. "I... I'm not sure that we should be doing this," she whispered back to him. "I see," he said. "Well maybe so, maybe so" but he kept his cock against her rear-end and Terry did not pull away. "Let's see what's going on in the living room, shall we?" His suggestion served to confuse Terry. 'Why wouldn't things be all right in the living room?' She wondered. At the same time she allowed him to steer her from the kitchen without a thought that they were supposed to be bringing fresh drinks with them. She also forgot to replace her bra and as an afterthought, merely clutched her blouse closed with her right hand as they entered the living room. Terry never got that far, for she belatedly realized her condition of dress and stopped short of entering the room, contenting herself with peeking around the corner and looking in on her husband and Barbara Farouk. Her chin nearly hit the floor when she spied Barbara and Paul completely nude and performing a graphic version of sixty-nine on the couch. She blinked several times but each time her eyes told her that Barbara had her legs clamped around Paul's head and all she could see of her husband was the top of his head moving just a little. Barbara had his cock in her mouth and was moving back and forth from the shaft to his balls. Paul's cock glistened in what little light there was in the room, for all but one lamp had been turned off. She felt Trevor's hand on her flank and then between her legs, gripping her firmly. She turned to him questioningly and he steered her back into the kitchen. "We can join them, or we can stay here for a time," he suggested. Terry was totally confused. She knew she was highly aroused; she had been ever since Paul and she had... had sixty-nined each other earlier that afternoon. Now he was with another woman! A sudden taste of bile rose up in her throat as Terry analyzed the situation and the truth hit home. 'He must have seen Trevor and her in the kitchen and gone off with Trevor's wife. Had the Farouk's planned to seduce them?' She wanted to summon up a jealous rage, but could not for she knew that she had allowed Trevor to do more than flirt with her; but she hadn't expected Paul to be going down on another woman he'd just met - despite how sexy she was. Then she thought, 'I'm always too analytical, maybe this time I should just go with my instincts, ' and made her decision. "All right, let's do it, but let's do it in front of them, okay?" They walked into the living room and Paul and Barbara both looked up to see them standing there, Terry's blouse hung open and her breasts were completely exposed. Paul eased himself from under Barbara's nude body, climbed to his feet and started to explain. Terry simply put her fingers to his lips and said "If it's okay with you, its okay with me." Barbara had gotten up and was standing next to Trevor, both of whom were watching the other couple intently. Finally, Trevor nodded as if having reached some accord with them and said, "Please, follow me." ------- Chapter 2: Indoor Foursome "Follow me," Trevor said. They walked down the hallway to the bedroom; Terry made it a point not to make eye contact with her husband Paul. Paul was deep in thought. 'I know I've always fantasized about something like this happening, ' he told himself, 'but now I'm not so sure. I love Terry and don't want to lose her. Yet look at how quickly she gave in to Trevor. And me too, I'm just as much at fault. As soon as I saw Terry with Trevor fondling her tits, I went and jumped into a 69 with Barbara. What I should have done was pry Terry away from Trevor and take her home and finish fucking her. Yeah, that's what I should have done. And now look where we are. Is our marriage over?" Terry was also worrying about her marriage. 'I should never have let Trevor feel me up like that. Sure it felt good, temptation is always good, maybe more than good, ' she thought recalling the fierce pressure of Trevor's huge cock against her ass. 'Now I don't know what to do, here we are headed for what must be an orgy and while I hate seeing Paul with this Barbara and her big tits, I can't complain about it. Paul saw us and went off with her to spite me. I was wrong and... Oh Geez, now he'll want a divorce and our marriage is ruined.' Despite their respective thoughts both Paul and Terry continued toward the bedroom, made no overt move to depart and each appeared to the other to be fully willing to proceed with what both considered adultery. It was a beautiful room with a king-size bed and thick, plush carpet that made it look very comfortable. But neither Terry nor Paul absorbed any of the details. Trevor, still in command seemed to sense their mutual malleability and acted quickly to capitalize upon it by reaching out and taking Terry's hand. She did not resist and stood stock still as he peeled her unbuttoned blouse from her body leaving her half naked. Trevor laid her on the bed and took off her shoes and pants and was pleased to notice that that was all she had on. Paul was a little surprised too, since she had always worn underwear before. Barbara pulled Paul onto the bed and took up where she left off, licking the underside of his circumcised prick then taking his cockhead into her mouth and giving it lasciviously long suck, and then repeating the process as his face moved back between her already juicy thighs. Trevor was gently sucking on one of Terry's nipples and she was stretched out like a cat having decided to enjoy every minute of what was to happen. 'I'll worry about the consequences tonight or tomorrow, ' she told herself and immediately gave herself up to Trevor. In the background she heard some conversation going on, but chose to let herself drift away in the pleasant sexual haze that Trevor was leading her into. She felt a tongue moving her inner folds apart and gently delving into her womanhood. It was one of the best feelings she had ever had. Her chest turned a deep shade of red as the feeling of euphoria rose in her. All this time she had her eyes closed, but they fluttered open when she felt something vaguely familiar brushing over her mouth. Terry's eyes slowly focused and she realized it was Trevor's huge penis seeking solace and sucking. She began to gently lick it, thinking; 'Now I have two friends.' And then reality hit home, 'But for how long?' "Wait a minute," she thought suddenly. 'If this is Trevor I'm sucking, who's licking me?' Terry held Trevor in her hand just inches from her mouth and glanced downward and saw that it was her nemesis, Barbara tonguing her pussy! Trevor had been alert for just this moment and eased the rising tension by gently stroking Terry's forehead. "What the... ?" "Easy now Terry, here give my dick a little lick," He said and the thoroughly confused young woman flinched, but readily accepted Trevor's cock into her mouth and gave suck to him as Barbara's finger entered her. Terry's hesitancy and awkwardness evaporated and her arms went out to grip Trevor's hips as he slowly ran his huge member back and forth about three inches into her mouth; for that was as much of him that Terry could take without gagging. Trevor watched her face closely as he fed his erection into and out of her mouth. 'She had a talented tongue for sure, ' he thought, as he lay over her prone form, supporting himself by taking what one might describe as a push-up position over her head. He could feel the tautness in her breath on him. She moaned softly, her hand clenching and unclenching as Barbara's tongue was now surging into her overly wet folds and into the interior of her vagina. Different messages were flashing through Terry's mind; each and everyone an erotic signal going straight to her synapses. Barbara, a practiced veteran of cunnilingus, watched patiently as she licked and sucked about and upon Terry's inflamed cunt. Then she saw it -- the absolute nakedness possible only in those fleeting moments and plunged a finger, then a second finger into Terry's genitals while flicking her tongue back over her distended clitoris. Terry's face contorted, but only Paul could actually see it. Her body arched and she allowed Trevor's long, thick dick to flop from her mouth to slap her cheek and then bounce down along her neck where it came to rest at the hollow of her throat. She had absolutely lost control of her body as it shuddered to a tumultuous climax. Trevor moved away form her for the moment. Barbara continued to savage Terry's cunt, sucking voraciously, stopping only to lick her now almost weary clit every few seconds as the climax continued, or went from one to another. Terry would never be certain, what she did recall later was that the images of Trevor's monster cock and Barbara's talented mouth had brought her to a place she'd never dreamed possible. Finally the chaotic sensations faded and she lay quietly, breathing heavily and dazedly wondering what would happen next. She found herself staring at Barbara as the woman lithely left the bed and stood alongside it. Terry found her to be tall and big boned; her breasts were overly full and voluptuous. They were also real with no added silicone or other medical science assistance. Her stomach was rounded and soft and her hips wide, the center of her gravity. Terry found her strikingly beautiful and felt inadequate lying nude before her and yet this same woman had just eaten her to the best orgasm she'd ever had. 'Why?' Terry realized belatedly that Barbara was speaking to her. "What? I'm sorry I didn't quite..." "I said," please sit up for me. I want to see what your nipples look like when their erect." "Okay," Terry said and sat up pleased that Barbara was interested in her body. Then with an almost idle turning of her head, she looked about for Paul. She found him soon enough, for he was on his knees behind Barbara, licking... 'It couldn't be!' Terry thought and then conceded that her eyes were not deceiving her. He was actually licking the woman's rectum! And Barbara was acting as it were a perfectly normal thing to do! Terry's view was then blocked by Trevor, who had his arm around her waist and was turning her to face him. He gently brushed Terry's hair back, then bent over to run his tongue along the rim of her ear. It was as if an electrical short-circuit had been activated, with the added electrical energy funneled directly to her cunt! His leg was between hers and she felt her juices flowing out of her and onto his thigh. She took a sharp breath as Trevor began softly kissing her neck, using both his lips and tongue. 'Where... where on earth did these people learn all this... seductive technique?' Terry asked herself as she prepared herself for another orgasm that she knew would be following shortly. "Are you going to hurt me with that big thing?" was all she could bring herself to ask. "I don't think so." He answered. "Most every woman's cunt stretched far enough to accept me. After all, a child's head is much larger than this," he said, then waved his manhood under her nose and Terry unconsciously tried to lick it. "How..." she stammered nervously, "big is it?" "Thank you for asking," he said and caught her by surprise with his words. "I told it's a tad over nine inches in length and fairly thick. A woman, not Barbara," he laughed, "placed a string around it a few years ago and then laid the string out on a ruler. It was just six inches. I guess that's the circumference. Does that answer your question, Terry?" "I guess," she said lamely, thinking, 'nine by six, my God! I'm going to be ripped apart - and yet what he said about childbirth is true enough, maybe, just maybe it will be all right.' Not once had she doubted that she would allow him to enter her with his snake-like member. His horse-cock was still in close proximity to her mouth and Terry lazily approached it, taking the head into her mouth once more and marveling at how thick the shaft became once she got past the corona. She swirled her tongue around the head a few times and then gingerly sucked on it. She couldn't come close to getting the whole thing in her mouth. She moved down to his balls and managed to get one in her mouth for a few seconds. Trevor had wet his fingers and was pinching and rubbing her nipples. Terry was really feeling good and had not thought about Paul in several minutes, not since she'd seen him licking Barbara's ass. A fleeting glimmer of guilt crossed her mind and her eyes darted around as she sucked contentedly on Trevor's cock, trying to focus on Paul and Barbara. It took a few seconds, but she did locate them. Paul was buried in Barbara's pussy, fucking her with those long, slow strokes that Terry adored when in bed with her husband. Paul, for that matter had been observing Terry complaint acceptance of both Barbara's and Trevor's tongues as they had both eaten her and had also watch with great interest as his wife absorbed the huge cock into her mouth. 'She's never deep-throated me, ' he thought, 'if she does him, we're through.' She's repeatedly told me she couldn't stop gagging when I pushed her and now this guy with an even bigger salami then mine is feeding it to her like it was linguini.' Only when he saw that Terry was having difficulty taking anything past Trevor's knob did he relent from his feelings of betrayal. Then Terry stopped sucking on him and with a look of near anguish on her countenance, pleaded with Trevor. "Fuck me! Fuck me please, Trevor?" Paul was stunned. He couldn't believe this was his conservative wife telling a stranger to fuck her in front of her husband. And cursing too! 'Was this a new Terry he was watching?' Trevor moved up behind Terry and rubbed himself against Terry's sodden folds. They quickly parted and reaching behind her, Terry took him in hand and guided Trevor's horse-cock into her juicy cunt. Trevor had plenty of experience and did not ram his massive member into her with one shove. Rather, he was content, having layered his cock with a substance designed to detain his ejaculation for some time, to wait until terry's pussy was ready and able to welcome his oversized tool. Terry was moaning from the first segment of his entry, wiggling her ass as she slowly adjusted to his size. Terry groaned once as he tested her still taut membranes then forced herself to relax by thinking what real pain would be like were he putting his thing into her rectum. She found herself wincing at the very thought and suddenly realized that Trevor's cock had made some headway into her tight channel. Paul was hammering away at Barbara's ass, amazed that he was able to fill it with his entire seven inches. Barbara screamed his name as she approached orgasm -- panting raggedly like a woman in labor. Then she gasped loudly when Paul slid halfway out of her clenching ass -- pushing back at him to keep him inside her. For his part, Paul could not remember ever having a woman this excited at the end of his cock. Sure, Terry was an excitable partner, but then, he had never even entertained the idea of putting it up her ass, she was too... ladylike, for that. Yet Barbara seemed born to have a cock up her rectum and Paul was certain that Trevor's huge phallus had been there many times. 'I'd probably be lost in her cunt, ' he thought, but then altered that decision as her tight anal walls clutched and milked him. 'Maybe not, anyway I'm sure to find out soon.' Then Barbara was coming. Rubbing her clit and cunt with both hands, still jack-knifed in front of Paul's pulverizing prick. Coming and coming hard as he thrust himself deep inside her and with a guttural moan, his cock swelled and throbbed twice and as his breath quickened he spewed his seed into her. Almost as soon as it had begun, Paul's orgasm was over. He pulled away from Barbara's damp body and sagged to the floor. Barbara joined him, embracing him and covering his chest with kisses for providing her with a feeling of fullness as well as making her asshole seem like it was a virtual cauldron of come. Meanwhile Trevor was humping even more of his turgid horse-cock into Terry. Although sweating like a pig from his efforts he maintained a lewd grin as he peered between their bodies as saw his prick slipping easily in and out of Terry's well stretched pussy. Her hands gripped his hips always trying to draw him further in; humping her hips up to greet him as he thrust forward. Trevor was using a time-testing method of fucking the naive Terry -- Driving deeply into her and then holding it there for a few seconds as she learned to use her cuntal muscles to clutch at him; then and only then did he offer resistance by easing back out until only the tip of his cockhead remained within her cunt. Terry could only look into his eyes, for he was driving her crazy. She had come -- mini comes, perhaps, but she had had six of them already and was well aware that bigger and better ones awaited her. In an act of desperation, she wrapped her legs around Trevor's waist and gripped his ass with her fingers, leaving bright red welts from her long nails. Something he would speak to her about later. Thereafter Terry would always keep her fingernails closely trimmed. Paul was now standing in back of Terry watching with unabashed interest as Trevor's huge cock stretched her cuntal ring as it surged into her deepest depths and stopped, waiting for the clenching grasp of her cuntal walls upon him. "C'mon!" Terry moaned, "Fuck me harder!" "You can't take harder, bitch!" Trevor snarled at her. He wasn't in the least bit angry with terry, but was acting out what he correctly assumed she wanted to hear from him as she worked her ass frantically, urging him to go deeper and faster. "Faster!" She wailed. "Fuck me faster, God-damn it!" "No!" He answered tersely, I'll fuck you my way and you'll love it!" "You mother fucker!" She screamed in frustration. "You rotten bastard!" Followed a second later and Paul couldn't believe his ears. 'What had Trevor done to make her say such things? Terry was not one to curse or swear. She never had before and now she was cursing like a drunken sailor.' Trevor knew just how to respond to this sudden outbreak of anger on Terry's part. He withdrew his great cock and left it out. Terry's cunt suddenly discovered just how much it dreaded the loss of his molten girth inside her and cried out, "FUCK... MMEEEEEE!" "No! You're a sorry, horny bitch that doesn't deserve a good piece of meat shoved up her twat!" "Please, please... put it back!" she wailed. "Beg me!" "I... I beg you, Trevor, give me some cock!" "Will you eat Barbara pussy until she tells you to stop?" "Uh... YES!" "Will you offer your ass to Paul and me later?" "My ass? I've never... " "Yes or no?" "YES! YES! FUCK ME IN THE ASS! Both of you... one in my cunt one in my ass... I don't give a shit. Just finish me!" "All right, just remember what you've just said." Then he eased his snake-like member back into the swamp-like cunt -- thrusting in hard and deep and then quickly pulling back and repeating the process three times before coming to a halt deep inside her. "OH CHRIST -- DON"T EVER TAKE IT OUT OF ME AGAIN!" She cried with obvious relief. Trevor then repeated his furious onslaught several more times bringing Terry to the edge of what would prove to be her greatest climax ever. OHHHHHHH... I LOVE IT SO!" she cried. "Paul!" Trevor shouted. "Yeah, what?' "Take my place!" Trevor grunted and quickly pulled out of Terry's slit leaving a gaping hole for Paul as his target. Paul had fully recovered from his session with Barbara and was quick to respond. In a second he felt the familiar wet, warm kiss of Terry's cunt as it devoured his invading cockhead and enveloped him in sheer heaven. A totally confused Terry was still moaning at the loss of Trevor's cock and had not even heard the request that Paul take his place. All she knew was that her cunt had been filled once again. Instinctively she knew things were not the same, but was at a loss to explain anything coherently at the moment. All the young wife was cognizant of was that she was getting off big time -- and that was the only thing penetrating her consciousness at the moment. Terry groaned as she tightened her cuntal muscles about him, wondering briefly at her ability to do this so easily this time. "Don't move..." she moaned in a husky, ragged voice. "Please don't move... not just yet!" Then she risked opening her eyes and saw Paul with his cock fully embedded in her. "WHAT? HOW?" and then, "WHY?" Mimicking her earlier statement, Paul whispered, "Don't ask. Just come for me!" Her reaction startled Paul, for she kissed him, her mouth sucking his feveredly, and milked his cock with her cunt at the same time. As far as Terry was concerned, nothing had ever felt better in her pussy. Paul was inside her! She couldn't believe it! 'Had it been a nightmare... her dream of Trevor and Barbara?' One peek over Paul's shoulder told her she had not been dreaming and then she was humping furiously as was Paul, and they came together -- Paul spilling his seed into the deepest parts of her and Terry rocking her body; twisting her body; trying to garner even more of Paul's cock into her cavern of lust as she came and came and came until she could stand it no more and passed into unconsciousness. Trevor took Barbara in his arms and jokingly said, "Don't I know you?" She laughed and said carnally yes, and I hope you get to know me even better." "How shall we do it?" He asked. "Paul took my ass, so why not tickle my pussy for a while, baby?" "Your wish is my command," he replied and glanced over at Paul and Terry. Paul was cleaning the head of his cock off using the sheet. That made Trevor frown, 'Hell, there were towels for that shit, ' he thought. But Barbara's hands were holding his thick erection and guiding it to her own juicy pussy. The head of Trevor's cock pressed against the base of her sternum, and they kissed again. He traced her jaw line with his tongue; sucked at her earlobe, then blew in her ear. Barbara shivered and reached for his nipples, pinching and fondling them until they were as hard as her own. Still holding her tightly against him, Trevor slid down her body, kissing and nipping at her warm tender flesh. Then taking one hard nipple into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around it, then licked the pebbled tip of the other before going back to blow gently on the first one again. She moaned and began to finger herself. He ignored her cunt fore the moment and contented himself with nipping at the underside of her right breast until she moaned loudly from the intensity of the pleasure he was evoking from her strawberry tip and he let it drop away causing her to moan all the louder. Paul stoked Terry's nipples, hardening them both as she returned from her trip into the clouds. He watched the other couple with undisguised interest as they continued their foreplay. Trevor used his tongue to circle Barbara's navel. "Don't," she said, spreading her thighs so incredibly wide that Paul thought, 'If she were a wishbone she'd have snapped. Where the devil does she get the flexibility from?' "Don't eat me now, honey." "Why not?" Trevor asked, "You love to be eaten." "No, not now, I'll come so hard I won't be good for anything else. I want you to fuck me first, and then you can make me come anyway you want too." "All right, baby, I'll fuck you, anything to make my baby happy," he said with a lewd grin. He placed the head of his cock between her swollen labia and thrust forward, sliding his huge member along the length of her outer lips which quickly parted allowing him to moisten his cock on both her inner labia and cuntal opening. Needless to say, Barbara was extremely wet. He rubbed his giant member over her opening and it parted for him, but Trevor ignored it and tapped his cockhead on her protruding clitoris twice, each contact sent an electrical-like jolt through her entire nervous system. "JESUS, BABY!" she gasped. "How am I doing, baby?" He inquired with a knowing grin on his face. "Fuck you!" she snarled... ""Fuck me," she whined, having lost the snarl in mid-sentence. Trevor thrust himself into her and plummeted in almost six inches. "HUH!" She gasped and quickly readied herself for the next thrust. Trevor eased almost entirely out of her molten crevice, then lunged forward, burying his mammoth phallus to it's hilt and smashing into Barbara's cervix, eliciting a cry of combined pain and pleasure from her lips. "Oh God," she sighed. "OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!" "Baby, it hurts so good! " "Ready to come?" He asked. "Yeah, I think..." "How do you want it? Hard or slow?" He asked casually, confusing Paul and Terry who were both looking on watching them couple. "Hard... I think," She said already panting with the anticipation of what was coming. She squeezed her eyes shut as he readied himself at her cuntal opening. "Come for me baby; last call... so better come, baby!" He yelled and savagely plowed his thick prick into her. Trevor was like a machine gone haywire, jack hammering into his wife with a fury the neither Terry nor Paul had ever dreamed possible. Paul had seen several porno films, but nothing in them compared to the velocity that Trevor had managed to attain in his fusillade of fucking. Barbara came with a resounding scream, gasping twice as the second tidal wave roared over her causing her to forget how to breathe. Her arms and legs spasmed; her hips thrashed wildly as the huge phallus continued to pummel into her. And both Terry and Paul looked on in awe at the power Trevor was able to maintain. Paul felt a certain jealousy from Trevor's ability to accomplish this feat that had not risen up on seeing his opponent's giant member the first time. Terry suddenly felt totally unfulfilled, hungering to switch places with Barbara even though she had just finished the best orgasm of her life and the second best just prior to that. A short time passed and then Trevor gave his wife a sharp slap on the ass that fully roused her from the sexual delirium she had succumbed to following her massive climax. "Time for you and Terry to start munching one another, when we're recovered, Paul and me will fuck her fore and aft. That should do it for tonight. Do you agree?" Knowing better than to disagree with her husband, Barbara quickly said, "Of course I agree," she cupped his balls and nuzzled them with her chin, than looked up at him and said, "We'll be fucked out by then, baby. All of us, and anyway, tomorrow's another day." And so the young couple became hooked on group sex; would never be fully comfortable without it although they loved one another and made love almost daily. It was good, satisfying, creative lovemaking -- but it would never suffice. A better climax was always lurking just around the corner -- enticing them, luring them, entrapping them into the coming gathering. ------- Chapter 3: Four + Two = Fun, Fun, Fun Twoweeks later... Paul and his wife, Terry arrived at the Farouk's this particular evening salivating at the prospect of meeting Evan and Ronnie Brattelby. another couple who were also into swinging. They met outside the Farouk's condo and Terry sized them up: Evan struck her as being about 5' 9" and slightly overweight. Ronnie was petite and very thin framed, with platinum hair rippling over her shoulders, and large, heavy breasts. Terry was sure that she had been to visit a plastic surgeon in order to acquire breasts of that magnitude since her body frame was having trouble supporting them. Then too, Ronnie wore no bra, accentuating their size. Terry liked how distinguished Evan looked in his open-necked, crisp white shirt and pressed khakis with the ironed crease down the center. He was so different from her Paul with his faded Levis and Rolling Stones T-shirt that must have been fifteen years old. They followed the duo inside and into the Farouk's living room, with its wall mounted Plasma HDTV and matched pair of white leather sofas. Barbara greeted them wearing a white hooded robe with her breast exposed. Trevor was behind her his hand on her ass. Once everyone was inside the robe was promptly tossed aside. Evan promptly dropped to his knees and had his tongue in Barbara's cunt before Trevor could formerly introduce Paul and Terry to the Brattelby's. Barbara slowly sank down to the plush carpet and lay back moaning as Even knelt between her legs with his face buried in her cunt; the sounds his ferocious sucking and lapping dominated the room. "Umm, what say everyone make themselves comfortable, eh?" Trevor said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes at Evan's breach of etiquette. "The bar's over there," he said, pointing across the living room. Scant seconds later, Terry and Ronnie Brattelby were shedding their dresses while Paul had one leg caught up in his jeans and was still struggling with it when Ronnie tore his Rolling Stones shirt off of him. Hearing it tear, Terry giggled, certain it was the last of 'that' ancient thing and her opinion of Ronnie rose appreciably. A moment later, Terry's mind was no longer on her husband being attacked by the skinny, big-titted blonde; except for the fleeting fact registering in her brain that Ronnie had a shaven pubis. And as her mouth descended on Trevor's mammoth cock she vowed to shave her own the following day. The television remained on, featuring a heavy metal rock concert that would last for the duration of the evening. But the sound was low, not loud as one might expect. The big breasted blonde, Ronnie was hugging Paul tightly against her oversized breasts as she whispered in his ear, "Fuck me good now baby, and take your time doing it." Paul laughed nervously, picked her up and carried her into the master bedroom currently devoid of lovers. After depositing Ronnie's bejeweled body on the king-sized bed, he quickly glanced at the varied views provided by the mirrored walls and ceiling. "Isn't this the greatest place to get it on?" The thin blonde murmured to him as her finger unconsciously stroked the sides of her completely shaven slit. Paul didn't bother to answer her, choosing to seize her by her ass cheeks and squeeze them hard enough to cause Ronnie to moan with pleasure. The big breasted blonde leaned forward and gave the tip of his erection a licentious lick, saying, "You've got a lovely cock on you... um, what's you name again?" "Paul, and I might say that your tits are a joy to look at and that I'm going to tit fuck you sometime during tonight's fun." She cupped her breasts in her hands and smiled at him. "I'll be looking forward to it... Paul. Meanwhile, want a little taste?" He grunted his assent and took the left breast in his hands, studied it carefully, looking for any surgical scars and found none. Mrs. Ronnie Brattelby had found herself a very expensive plastic surgeon for her breast enlargement, he thought; then bit lightly on the nipple as she moaned with delight. "I just love having them sucked," she moaned. "My Evan's always at them and Trevor's especially fond of them." "Shut the fuck up," he snarled at her. Surprising the both of them. It took him a moment to realized it had been jealousy that prodded him into blurting it out. He told himself that Evan was a pig and already rued the fact that he would be fucking his wife, Terry. "OH!" Ronnie squealed with delight. "Are you gonna spank me?" "You're into that shit?" You want to spank me, don't you?" she spoke again, softly, questioningly, not fully comprehending why he'd barked at her. "Not really." Although he certainly did; he couldn't get the image of himself spanking her writhing body out of his mind. "Have you been spanked before?" He asked, trying to control his breathing only to find his throat had gone dry. "Umm," she sighed, answering his question. Then Ronnie raised her breast to her mouth and licked her nipple. She had no problem at all in doing so. Her eyes looked up at him and she said, "I'll let you, you know. I'll let you do lots of nasty things to me if you want too. In fact, the nastier, the better." Her hands stole to her nipples and pulled on them. He watched, eyes riveted to them as they lengthened in size. Her fiery red fingernails sparkled in contrast with the pale skin of her hands. Paul's thoughts roamed to what else she might be able to do with those soft hands. Ronnie's red nails were digging into the nipple and he was sure it would be bleeding in a moment or two, but it did not. The thin blonde released her tortured bud and said, "Nasty things turn me on," it came out more hiss than word. "Tell me, does your wife like to be spanked... Paul?" This time he noticed her drawing out the words before pronouncing his name, as through it tarnished his name in some unknown manner and he determined to spank her until she begged him to stop. "Well, does she... Paul?" "No," he croaked, "we haven't." Hating himself for answering her, hating himself for not having tried it with his own wife first. "Spank me if you want too, I certainly don't mind," she said calmly, cupping his testicles, then fondling them. Being careful not to cause any pain. "Í think I will spank you and then I'm going to fuck you hard." He told her and the thin blonde positively beamed at him. "I knew you'd be good!" She squealed happily and clambered to her hands and knees presenting her ass to him. Paul could feel his heart racing in his chest. It felt like it was hammering into his ribs. He closed his eyes and saw Ronnie writhing before him, her ass streaked with dark red welts from his furious pounding. He saw her husband seething with rage, attacking him to extract his vengeance; he saw death... but whose? He took a deep breath and forced the images from his mind and then slapped her rear as hard as he could. Ronnie didn't make a sound, but oh how the rest of her body moved! Her rump writhed and her feet wriggled uncontrollably. He slapped her six times running until the red welts on her cheeks began to swell and glow with the heat building up inside them. Still she made no sound other than breathing more harshly than before and spreading her legs wider as she pushed herself back as if to help his hand to make contact with her skin. Paul was so occupied with dealing out his punishment lesson that he failed to see the others had all ceased their various activities to watch him deliver blow after blow to her well-welted ass. He looked at Ronnie's breasts as they heaved and saw that her nipples were noticeably erect. He gave her five more smacks before realizing that he might indeed be harming her and then he stopped. As if doing penance, Paul began to rub the red welts very gently and only then did Ronnie begin to whimper from the pain and intensity of it all. "Now, take me! Fuck me from behind!" She yelled, and he could clearly smell her arousal and needed no second invitation. Holding himself with one hand, he slipped his girth into her hot, wet cunt; and then slapping his groin against her scalded bottom he began to thrust deeper into her. Her big tits hung straight down, swaying ever so slightly from the force of his strokes. "Hard! Remember?" She croaked anxiously. "Fuck me hard!" He slammed into her doubling the speed of his thrusts. "OHHHH, you're SO HARD!" She moaned, pumping her red welted ass back at him; making a wet smacking sound as their combined sweat became more profuse. "Oh, yeah, big guy! Make those big tits of hers bounce!" A voice called out and Paul whirled his head to see who it was only to discover that the others had entered the master bedroom. As his eyes came into focus, he saw his wife sucking away on Trevor's huge cock and Barbara and Evan standing close together, with Evan leisurely fingering her, but they were apparently more interested in watching Ronnie and him at the moment. Paul realized that it had been Evan's voice that he had heard. "She'll be coming any second now," Evan offered, and sure enough, Paul heard his blonde partner grunt, then shudder; deliberately, he stopped his moments and remained still, firmly fixed in her cunt as Ronnie cooled off -- her climax fading away. "You bastard!" She cursed, but waited nervously for him to continue. "Ah, you're back in the world, eh, Ronnie? Now, where were we?" Paul made his cock twitch and she moaned with craving. "Oh yeah, I was going to fuck you hard and fast, wasn't I?" Ronnie's vagina clenched him twice in succession and Paul renewed his rapid fucking. His hand left her hip to twist and pinch her nipple. Ronnie's face was a rictus of lust as his fingers finally released her tormented nipple and moved between her legs, seeking her clit. The thin blonde groaned, "Oh, you big, bad fucker!" Humping back at him even harder than she had earlier. Reaching around her left thigh, Paul diddled her clit and sent Ronnie over the edge into her eagerly anticipated orgasm. Two more thrusts and he was spraying his load along her cuntal walls adding to the majesty of her climax and her body spasmed and seized at the intensity of it all. Panting heavily, Paul gazed around the room as his wilted cock flopped from the clutches of Ronnie's cream filled cunt. Trevor had his Terry astride his lap, cupping her breasts as she inserted his phenomenal prick into her pussy and then rose up and down until Trevor's member was fully inside her. Paul tore his eyes away from them to glance at the remaining couple -- Evan and Barbara -- and found Evan holding his cock in front of Barbra's face as he masturbated to his climax. "Here baby!" He called out proudly, "you wanted me to cum!" Barbara's tongue lolled out in expectation of his ejaculation. Brattelby grimaced as he continued to jerk his member and then started coming. Hot, thick, white cum spurted onto her face, splashing against the side of her tongue. Brattelby crouched lower and spurted again, washing her neck and right breast with his hot sperm. Barbara started licking at his cock, holding onto it with one hand while the other hand massaged her own cunt in a frenzied fashion. Evan continued to produce line after line of ejaculate, impressing all those who happened to be observing his climax. The third or fourth spurt sent a thick gob of come onto Barbara's left nipple, and her hand quickly left her cunt in order to rub it into her flesh. Evan seized Barbara by the back of the neck, bringing her mouth back to his still pumping prick. She moaned loudly around the mouthful, swallowing the remaining deposits as they found their way to her tongue and her hand returned to finger her clit as she tried unsuccessfully to bring herself off. Paul was pleasantly surprised to find Ronnie reaching out to Barbara; calling out to her, urging her to the bed. And, as Barbara clambered up beside them, he made ample room for her. Ronnie did more than make room for her. They slid into each others arms and pressed their bodies cunt to cunt. A moment passed before Ronnie eased her leg between Barbara's, positioning it so that it was pressing directly against Barbara's pussy. Without thinking Barbara began to move her hips, rubbing herself against Ronnie's slender thigh. Barbara's pussy lips began to swell with her rising lust and were soon slick with her juices. The two shared a tumultuous kiss that ended with Barbara whimpering because she had yet to come. Ronnie maneuvered them so that Barbara's head and shoulders were on a pile of pillows and her legs were spread as Ronnie knelt between them. Ronnie's tongue flowed along the other woman's body as her head moved lower and lower. She paused at Barbara's navel, her talented oral muscle making several small circles then finally entering it. Across the room -- Terry, still riding Trevor's thick member, came a split second after Trevor jettisoned his load into her. Then as she rolled away, her hand reached out to clutch his still throbbing penis and pressed it to her cheek, smearing the residue of his sperm over it and her lips. Paul looked on as the two women made love next to him. He felt the early stirrings of an erection even as the blonde's hot breath glanced off his calf as her mouth furrowed along the neatly trimmed bush above Barbara's cunt. Mrs. Farouk's hands cradled Ronnie's face and eased it down upon her wetness. Ronnie looked up at her and saw the hunger on her face; licked her own lip, tasted her sweat, then with her eyes fixed upon Barbara's, slowly extended her tongue. Barbara squirmed evasively as the thin blonde's tongue penetrated her; then moaned with satisfaction, "Please... don't stop." Using the side of her mouth, Ronnie answered her, "You taste so sweet... I'd need a good reason to stop." "Your mouth is so gentle..." Barbara sighed. Ronnie cupped Mrs. Farouk's plumb buttocks in her palms and devoured her. Paul watched enthralled as the thin blonde's tongue performed miracle after miracle on the hostess of their sexual party. Teasing her; easing her tongue in and out, until Barbara used her hands to shake Ronnie's head and moaned, "For God's sake eat me!" A split second later, her hips slammed into Ronnie's face and her hands held the thin blonde in place as Barbara's cunt rubbed over her mouth and nose while Ronnie's tongue lapped feveredly away at Barbara's pussy until a small scream tore from Barbara's throat expressing how good Ronnie's cunt-lapping was. Barbara pulled a yellow popper out from under a pillow and crushed it under her fingers, holding the amyl nitrate to Ronnie's nose and then her own before dropping it. They inhaled deeply and their hearts rushed to their genitals, riding on the cloudy, pungent chemical high like surfers on a wave. Paul quickly retrieved the popper and took a deep sniff, garnering the last remnants of its chemical goodness. He was instantly erect and on hearing a distinct snort as Ronnie moved up to Barbara's clit giving it the occasional nip with her teeth, he was looking about for a partner to fornicate with. Barbara began screaming with appreciation and joy. Paul vowed to remember to ask just what it had been that they'd inhaled along with several tricks from Ronnie's cunnilingual technique for future use on his own wife, or any other woman he happened to go down on as his sexual world continued to expand. "SUCK ME! SUCK ME! OHHH, BITE IT! YESSS! BITE IT!" Barbara hissed, through tightly clenched teeth. "Please, please, please!" She plead a moment later, trying anything to appease her lover of the moment as she lost control of her hips, now literally pulsing with her desire as her orgasm neared. Then with one final flick of Ronnie's tongue on her clit, it slammed into Barbara with the force of a tidal wave. Her stomach spasmed, her body twitched and she forced Ronnie's face into her sex so hard that the thin blonde might have suffocated had Paul not intervened and wrenched her away to take her place sucking voraciously on Barbara's cunt and the frothy fluids that now oozed from it. Mrs. Farouk came again as he continued to eat her, and came again before rolling away from his mouth and tongue to lie panting between the two of them. He heard a tapping on the floor and looked down to see his fingers doing a fast dance on the wide boards. He was half off the bed and sweat was pouring off him. Barbara's body was arched, a dying swan. There was a roaring in his ears like the ocean, then he hit the last, the biggest wave and was dragged head over heels into shore. Barbara's whole body clenched and she followed him, digging her nails into the backs his arms. A high, thin noise came from her throat. When Paul opened his eyes, perhaps a minute later, Trevor was standing over them, scratching his chest. "Birds would give up a winter's feed to hit that note," he said wryly, while Barbara shuddered as she stirred, returning to consciousness. Ronnie brushed her breasts over his back and purred. Her hair was matted and wet and she was a bit ragged around the edges. "Very wicked, you three, I must say," Trevor offered and moved away from the bed. Ronnie's left hand moved over Paul's thigh searching for his erection. Her right glided across Barbara's hip. In turn Barbara roused herself sufficiently enough to extend her long fingernail to scratch over the lithe blonde's clit in such a wonderful manner that Ronnie heaved her breasts from Paul's back and incurred a sudden climax -- her hands clawing the sheets while she screamed out her pleasure. "What the fuck was that shit I sniffed?" Paul said gaping at the writhing blonde. "A little amyl nitrate," Barbara smiled roguishly. "More than a little, I'd say," he replied, "then again, I've never tried that stuff before.". "Well you only had our leftovers, baby," she laughed. "I'm still coming, can you believe it?" "I can. That's some powerful stuff. You have any more?" "We'll see, lover, we'll see." ------- Over on a wooden bench, Evan and Trevor had Terry laid out on several towels as if she were a sacrificial offering. "Evan," Trevor said, "let's nibble on those perky tits of Terry's shall we?" "Trevor, you're such a dirty old man," Evan said, grinning lewdly and licked his lips. "Which one do you want?" They fell upon Terry as she lay there, much to her delight, sucking her strawberry tips as if they were the sweetest of candies. Within a minute or so, Evan, who apparently delighted in eating pussy, knelt in front of her and lapped away contentedly at her as Terry writhed and moaned happily. Trevor, still recovering from fucking her, remained with her breasts switching from one to the other and loving it. Sensing that she was going to come, Evan raised his head and crawling up her body, kissed her on the mouth. Trevor immediately took his place and went down on her. As Terry started to come, Evan whispered into her ear, "I want to fuck you in the ass, how 'bout it?" She managed to grunt out a reply as her orgasm hit. "Yeah! Fuck my ass! I want you to fuck me up there, yeah, do it!" After coming down from her climax, she lay back; Evan deftly spread her ass cheeks while Trevor tendered his semi-hard cock to her mouth. Then with one foot planted firmly on the floor and the other draped over the end of the bench, Evan prepared to enter her ass, lining his pronounced hardon up with her puckered hole which had been lubed sufficiently to penetrate her easily enough. A moment later an eager Terry was sucking away on Trevor's joint and Evan was halfway in. "Oh yeah!" She exclaimed, having removed Trevor's love stick from between her lips. Her body quivered. "That's it! Hump my ass, Evan!" She was totally relaxed, making Evan's deeper penetration easy. It caused him to exclaim, "Oh, baby, you're so fuckin' tight!" A delighted Terry renewed her tenacious fellating on Trevor's now fully engorged prick. As she sucked him, Trevor began telling Paul and Ronnie a detailed story of how he had fucked Barbara up the ass the very first time, while Barbara, after protesting that he refrain from telling them, fumed. "She wanted it," he said almost gloatingly. "Had never done it before and when I told her to bend over and part her cheeks for me, she did so gladly." "Must you tell that story?" Barbara pleaded, and for the first time since he'd known her Paul saw her becoming embarrassed. "Oh, I lubed her good. Did my cock up too. Of course, with my size and all it hurt like hell, didn't it Baby?" "Go to hell!" Barbara snarled and left the room to get herself a drink. Non-plussed, he carried on. "She cried. Oh, man, did she cry. But it was a good sort of crying. That was how I learned that pain and pleasure are entwined in many of the more exciting sexual bouts." Barbara returned with her drink and one for Trevor as well revealing that she was not all that upset with Trevor after all. Evan, of course had continued to fuck Terry's ass and now grunted with pleasure on discovering that he had bottomed out in her and revealed just how self-centered he was, by yanking on Terry's hair, causing her to cry out from the sudden pain. Trevor reacted instantly, cuffing Evan on the shoulder, "Go easy man, she's a woman, not a slab of beef!" And Paul, still lying next to Ronnie, seethed, but said nothing. "It's okay, Trev," Terry said haltingly as a tremor shook her entire pelvic area. "He really does... feel so fucking good in there! I have got to do this more often. Do you hear me over there, lover mine?" Paul waved his hand in acknowledgement and she giggled inanely before swallowing the head of Trevor's prodigious cock once again. With her ass already hotter than her pussy had been with Trevor fucking her earlier, Terry suddenly whooped and told Evan to "Stop!" He quit in mid-thrust. "Yeah... Just keep it in there. "What's wrong?" Evan asked, somewhat alarmed, I didn't hurt..." "So 'kay," Terry gasped and followed with, "Now push it all the way in and stop." He did. And Terry began to rub herself, masturbating at a furious pace over her clit and cunt. "Trevor," Evan suggested, "Why not get down there and suck her clit some? She looks like she's gonna explode." Evan held his cock in place, making it twitch within the tight confines of her ass, sending electric shocks through Terry's system -- countering the same shocks her fingers were generating on her cunt as she jilled herself. Trevor slid beneath her and nudged her hand away from her clit with his mouth and began to torment her stiffened nub with the tip of his tongue. She groaned, but continued rubbing her wet folds as her special sexual musk permeated the room. Evan was no longer able to remain still and slowly proceeded to slosh in and out of her lubricated asshole until he felt her anal muscles twinge and seize up, clamping him firmly in place. "She's coming!" he pronounced. Trevor felt her climax approaching too, from a signal her clit dispensed to his twanging tongue. ------- Chapter 4: Four Plus Two, continued Terry shuddered and moaned. She knew instinctively that Trevor's clit licking had triggered her climax and wanting to reward him, bent forward and planted a series of kisses on his neck and shoulders. With his next lick her shudders turned to mild convulsions and Evan found to his delight that Terry was milking him to a climax with her sphincter muscles. In an attempt to distract himself from coming just then, Evan began to caress Terry's breasts. Rolling and pinching and pulling those gorgeous nipples of hers while listening to the slurping sound his cock was making as it plowed in and out of her ass. Terry moaned, for she was just about there; then reached behind her to push her ass cheeks tight together creating additional pressure on Evan's cock. As far as Terry was concerned having her ass reamed this way was heavenly and she secretly vowed to do it more often, for it felt almost too good to be true. Just then, Evan had a rare moment of inspiration and started to pull out. "Oh! No!" Terry shrieked, "Back! Put it back! Don't pull out now!" Grinning, he pulled her ass to him and drove his member deeply up her rectal channel. "AHHHH! YESSS!" Then he pushed her away again, drawing more groans of disappointment from her. "What the fuck are you doing to her Evan?" Trevor demanded. "I'm fucking her ass. Slowly, you know -- the old in and out. She happens to want me to stay still, buried in her, but I can't. So this is a sort of a compromise." He continued with this method and Terry's protests turned to grunts of approval. "Ugh! Yeah baby! Fuck my ass!" Then he slapped her ass. "Splat!" A surprised gasp escaped her mouth and Terry shuddered and her sphincter closed down tightly around his cock. "Smack! Smack! Splat!" "Ohhhhh! Yeah, spank me Daddy!" "So I'm your Daddy now eh?" "I can't believe you're so fuckin' good at this!" Turning toward Paul, she rasped, "I love this! I've... been... coming... for... evv... ver!" Evan renewed his concentration on Terry as Trevor moved away, content for the moment to be a spectator. Evan stirred his cock around in Terry's ass and that brought forth a new series of bleating sounds as Terry came even harder and her knees buckled and she sank to the floor unable to fuck any further. Evan realized that she was done for the time being and headed straight for the bathroom to clean his member. Trevor gave Evan's back a withering look and knelt next to the panting Terry, caressing her flanks until her orgasm had subsided. Then he picked her up and laid her on the sofa and moved over to the king-sized bed joining the others. A moment later, Evan followed him onto the bed and tendered his cleansed, but still rampant cock to Barbara, who promptly began blowing him. Evan came quickly, spewing his load partly into Barbara's mouth and partly on her chin and lips. Barbara swallowed everything he expelled into her and wiped her mouth and swallowed that, bestowing a sated Cheshire-like smile on the others who had been avidly watching her fellating performance. She kissed Ronnie passionately before jumping off the bed to, in her words, "Gotta pee." Trevor gave Ronnie a light smack on her rump and she spread her thighs with alacrity, writhing and shaking even as he entered her with his long, thick prick. "C'mon man, give it to her, really give it to her!" Paul urged with a brusque laugh as Trevor began to fuck the blonde harder. "Yeah," Terry called out in a husky, well satisfied voice, "that's what she needs now, fuck her good now, really good." Trevor counted to ten before moving again. This was his usual strategy on having a woman climax under him. The idea was not to do anything to disrupt her from that precious, delicious moment of total satisfaction. After that, he had discovered, all things were possible and he proved it by continuing to pound away at Evan's wife for what seemed an eternity as the others looked on. Then for some inexplicable reason he stopped and withdrew his huge erection. Thoroughly confused, yet excited beyond her wildest dreams, Ronnie suddenly panicked at the loss of Trevor's huge cock and grabbed his ass with both hands trying to force him back inside. Trevor grinned knowingly, and teased her by inserting only the tip of his long schlong at her entrance and moving it about her folds. This was titillating in and of itself, but Ronnie, being the greedy, rich bitch that she was, wanted another climax and quickly too. Trevor toyed with her, knowing that after he'd finished fucking her she would do damn near anything for a repeat performance with him. And to prove his point he had her grunting with pleasure from merely popping the head of his prick in and out of her cunt. The thin bleached blonde gave a little grunt each time Trevor permitted his cockhead to pop in and blew out a little catch of breath each time it pulled out. As soon as she adjusted to his rhythm, he promptly changed tactics - driving his huge prong more deeply into her. By the second deep thrust of his cock Ronnie felt the wave rushing in on her and began to rotate her hips trying desperately to match his increase in depth and tempo. Then she was wailing and flailing as her hips failed her momentarily and before they were working properly again, she was lost in the throes of what she would much later call, "The orgasm of my life." Forty short minutes later the incredibly well fucked Mrs. Ronnie Brattelby tried to speak, but all that came out was a little mewling sound. Trevor adjusted his weight and continued to stroke his cock in and out of the slender, bleached blonde with oversized tits and several hundred thousand dollars worth of jewelry around her neck, wrists and fingers. Ronnie gave a few gasping breaths and then opened her eyes. After another moment, she focused on him. "Oh Jesus!" She said, gasping for breath and clutching at his pounding buttocks. "Oh, Trev... I've never, your cock is just... " Trevor flexed his hips and managed to penetrate Mrs. Brattelby's exquisitely beautiful pussy another half inch; but to her it seemed like he'd shoved a mountain aside to reach her deepest part. "OH GOD!" She shuddered, and was momentarily lost in a yet another heady climax. ------- "You're so beautiful, Terry!" Paul gasped happily as he ran his hands down her flanks and around her ass. "Oh, YES!" Terry hissed, "That's so nice!" Paul stood and pulled her up. Terry's legs swung around his waist; her arms went around his neck and they began a bruising kiss until Paul broke it apart, carried her to the large sofa in the master bedroom and laid her down, with her smooth long legs draped over his shoulders. "I love you baby," he whispered so that she alone could hear and then buried his face in her crotch. At about the same time, Ronnie's husband, Evan let out a yell and emptied his penis into Barbara's frothy cunt. He collapsed onto her back, forcing her body into the mattress -- but Barbara managed to maintain her place between Ronnie's reddened thighs - and kept munching away at her pussy like a rabbit turned loose in a carrot patch. Ronnie began to moan happily, realizing that with Evan finished, Barbara could now devote her full concentration on her. ------- Paul burrowed his nose and mouth to Terry's swollen vaginal folds; and Terry leaned back as far as she could; pressing her cunt into his eager mouth. "OH!" Terry gasped as his lips made contact with swollen neither region. She humped into his face as hard and as fast as she could, then began squirming her hips as he buried his face in her dripping folds. The heady odor wafting from her spurred Paul on to increased passion. He stuck his tongue into her genital opening and pushed it in as far as it would go. Terry cried out again and again with pleasure. "Mmmmm, OH GOD!" Terry shrieked, "Different... this is so different from the other times!" Twisting his face away from her juicy portal, Paul gasped, "You like it huh?" "Fuck YES! Eat me baby! Eat me!" Her fluids were all over his face, lubricating his tongue and lips as he continued with his oral ministrations. "Oh, my god! Yes, yes, my darling." His pleasured wife crowed joyously. Paul felt her pussy spasm, then contract around his tongue. He sucked her cunt and diddled away at her clit as Terry shuddered through another orgasm. He waited patiently until she was merely trembling in post orgasmic delight before pulling his face away from her. Then he began to stroke her flanks, her hips and then her stomach as she moaned softly under his touch, watching him with shining eyes. The motion of her hips increased with an unmistakable urgency as Paul lowered his face and returned this time to tongue her asshole, still opened from having been fucked earlier by Evan. Suddenly her whole body was shuddering and he knew that her final climactic convulsions were close at hand. Suddenly, her movements stopped and her body became very stiff. "Oh, oh, oh," she was barely able to mutter. "Ooooooo!" she gasped, her body shuddering. "Ooooooo!" Then Paul felt her body release as Terry could hold back no longer, surrendering to a magnificent orgasm. Her hips bucked uncontrollably up and down. He could hardly keep his mouth on her. It seemed there was an incredible amount of vaginal fluid flowing from her as she came. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," She wailed multiple times as she writhed upon his face. He placed his hands underneath her cunt to catch the flood of her precious nectar; brought them to his mouth. Her taste and odor were incredibly delicious! Unable to take any more of her husband's mouth for the time being, Terry gently pushed him away. "Oh, Jesus, Terry, you taste wonderful!" It took a moment before Terry was capable of responding. Then she said, "That was so beautiful, Paul. Where did you learn to do it like that?" "I... I just did it. It felt right, you know?" She smiled lovingly and said, "You're telling me you didn't have to go to school to learn that?" "You were my sole inspiration, love." "Let me taste me on your face," Terry whispered, and she began licking Paul's cheeks, nose, and lips. "Oh, I DO taste nice!" she said into his mouth, and they kissed again. "Would you want a fuck, Mister?" she whispered in his ear. "Yeah, I would like a nice fuck with my woman," he said as Terry scrambled between his legs. "I want to play with you like you did to me," she chirped happily and ran her tiny hands over his belly and around to his ass cheeks and ended up cupping his balls. "You like that?" she asked as she pumped him with firm, practiced strokes. "Oh yeah!" he grunted. Terry knelt on the thick cushions as Trevor approached. She was licking her way across her husband's chest, leaving a slimy trail of saliva and had just settled on his left nipple when Trevor tapped her forehead with his rampant cock. "Oh! Is that for me?" Terry laughed delightedly. "If you want it, it is," Trevor said smiling. Terry frowned. "Oh, but I promised Paul I'd fuck him. He's such a darling, bringing me to a hundred cums with his tongue. I need to reward him for that." "Then go ahead, don't let me interfere," her host said kindly and returned to the others lying on the bed. She returned to his nipple and sucked at it, then flicking it with her tongue, said, "Mmm, salty!" Paul grabbed Terry by her hair and like a primitive caveman, pulled her face to his and kissed her. Their mouths fused for a minute or so before Paul grunted and lovingly slapped his wife on her rear. "Ouchie!" He rose up and looked down at her beneath him. "This is kinda kinky, you know?" "How so, lover man of mine?" She replied legs akimbo, eyes shining and arms outstretched to him. "Put it in," she hissed lewdly. "Which hole do you want to me to fuck first?" By way of reply, Terry stretched her legs further apart and opened her mouth to form a big O, duplicating the gaping oval created by her saliva and juice covered cunt. "You're a really nasty, wicked girl!" Paul whispered amused by her antics. "So I think I'll have a second sampling of this..." And he lowered his mouth to that soft, fleshy juncture between her thighs and renewed his licking and sucking until Terry was wailing away in another orgasm. After she'd finished shuddering, she desperately wanted to have him inside her. She yelled at the top of her voice. "Now fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She moaned as his manhood eased deeply into her well-lubricated cunt. "Fuck me good now," Terry chided, then "Oh yes! Oh, that's so fucking good!" She hurled her hips up to meet his strokes. "Oh, yeah, Ride me cowboy!" She howled as he grabbed her by the waist and slammed his cock into her. "Oh that's good, Cowboy, that's so fucking GOOOOD!" She cried out, her body shuddering as the climax arrived to wrack her body. Still far from coming himself, Paul envisioned Trevor and his painstaking forty minute fucking of Ronnie. "I'll never match that," he thought to himself, "But I can try." Slowing his pace to a gradual in and out, he whispered in Terry's ear. "You've been a naughty little girl haven't you?" Playing along with him, she responded with, "Why whatever do you mean?" "You've been fucked by at least two other men and two other women today. What's your scorecard for the week?" "Why sugar, you know I never keep score... UGH! Oh, do THAT again!" Easing his cock out until only the tip remained inside her twat, Paul said, "You've been a naughty slut now, haven't you?" "I... I have been a naughty little girl. In fact, you could say that I've been very, very bad." From the bed across the room, Barbara called out, "Or you could say that you've been very, very good, too." Everyone laughed. Paul raised her legs to his shoulders. "You going to fuck me hard, Mister?" Paul slammed his cock into her so hard that the air whooshed from her lungs, causing her to gasp repeatedly until a sufficient amount was replaced. He pulled back slowly, then drove in with a mighty thrust. He might have displaced the air in her lungs again, had Terry not prepared herself for him. Still she moaned loudly at this treatment and when he had repeated it for the fourth time in a row, Terry was clamoring, "OH, YES, I've been FUCKING!" 'Who've you been fucking?" "Ahhhh, shit! Th... this... this guy Trevor," she stammered and then gasped for air. "And the other guy... Evan and the women... Barbara and Ronnie." She leered at him then and said, "But the best fuck of all was this guy, Paul." Paul paused and then slammed into her three time in rapid succession. "JESUS!" "YES! YES! YES!" She screamed as the others slowly gathered alongside the sofa to get a closer view of what they expected to be her obviously mammoth orgasm as it hit. "FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR SLUT! OHHHH, GOD HELP ME!" "I'm close, Baby!" Paul called out in a high pitch voice. "Come with me baby!" She came. Her head thrashed from side to side, her eyes rolled back, revealing only the whites and her body tensed, then arched off the sofa and her mouth gave voice to the immense pleasure that coursed through her body. Her cunt spasmed around his cock giving him all the signal he needed to let himself go and with a throbbing pleasure that he'd never before enjoyed he pumped a huge quantity of sperm into his wife. Afterward they held each other tight; he kissing her tears of joy away, and she licking his face like a puppy might. "Oh honey," Terry cried, "I love you so much!" "I love you too, baby," Paul said in turn, meaning every word of it. "Here," he said, "let me clean you," and he moved silently between her thighs once more, licking and sucking as much of their commingled juices as he could into his mouth. "Let me have a taste," Terry whispered. "Hmmm?" "Spit it into my mouth, baby!" Terry cried out. Barbara found her words so incredibly nasty that she heaved her pelvis at Ronnie's face and came. Paul lovingly dribbled the combined juices into her open mouth. Terry held it for a moment and swung up and returned half of it to him. "Disgusting, isn't it?" she said. "Umm, wery," he mumbled and was surprised to find Barbara at his side clamoring to kiss him a moment later. Realizing what she wanted, he deposited the brunt of it on her tongue. When he looked up he found Ronnie there as well, kissing his wife and he knew that she too wanted a share and in fact, was probably getting a good supply from Terry. ------- Chapter 5: Four Plus two - Conclusion Evan sauntered around the bedroom, trying to be casual. Terry had rejected him this time around, claiming with ample justification that her pussy was sore. "Look here, I'll show you." Terry opened her legs much as she would do at the gynecologist's. The lips of her vulva were irritated and swollen and there were several tiny drops of blood on her rectum. "You see the blood?" She said matter-of-factly. Evan shrugged and left her there, fully exposed. Paul appeared from nowhere with a cotton ball and dabbed away at her tender genitals. "Thank you, you didn't have to do that," Terry said kindly. "I won't let him near you ever again. He's a pig, he said, spitting out the words. "Your hands are so gentle," she told him, trying to get his mind on other things than Evan's animalistic ways. He went back to the medicine cabinet and found some Vaseline and covered her soreness with it. She laughed and he looked up at her. "What?" "You didn't use it earlier." "I haven't been up your ass today," he said, looking at her curiously. 'Just what did she actually remember?' he wondered. "Really?" "Really," he said. "Do you recall who was?" "Umm, Evan?" "Right, perhaps Trevor too. Do you recall?" "Not that thing, no! I... I couldn't handle it back there." She looked at him, realizing that she had somehow hurt him and began to cry. "Hey there, no crying. It's a party, be happy." "I... I'm not going to cry," she sobbed. "But you are," he said as Barbara and Ronnie moved toward them. "What's wrong?" Barbara inquired sympathetically. "Nothing, really," Paul offered, then pointed to Terry. "She's probably had enough for tonight." "I haven't!" Terry protested as Trevor appeared beside them. Paul glanced behind him. Evan sat on the bed, playing with his erection. Concerned, Paul told them that she was sore and bleeding from the abundance of intercourse she'd had that evening. Both Trevor and Barbara nodded, the concern evident on their faces. Ronnie also exhibited concern and placed her hand on Terry's shoulder. Terry quickly laid her hand on the thin woman's and gave it a light squeeze. "So," Trevor said, "no more fucking for Terry here, right? Everybody got that?" He looked directly at Evan as he spoke. Evan nodded his understanding and beckoned to his wife to come and blow him. "No can do!" Trevor yelled, grabbing Ronnie by the elbow. "It's Showtime! We need this blonde vixen to play one of the leads!" Evan's face turned red with anger, but he said nothing. Trevor ignored him. Paul rested lightly on the balls of his feet, waiting for Evan to make a wrong move; wanting him to make it. Evan sensed the hostility building against him and forced himself to relax and lay back against the pillow, his arms in back of his head, supporting it. Barbara carefully tied Ronnie's wrists behind her with a black silk scarf and then laid her on her side and knelt down next to her. There were beads of perspiration on the blonde's upper lip and between her heaving breasts. Her pupils were dilated with her excitement as Barbara spread her open. Ronnie made no protest and Terry turned to her husband and said, "Looks like they've done this before." Paul could only nod in reply, for it certainly looked that way. Barbara's face was gleaming with anticipation as her fingers inspected Ronnie as if she were checking to see that some fabric she'd purchased was acceptable. The thin, big breasted blonde moaned with joy as her hostess played a fugue along her labia that she knew would end at her clit in another second or so. Terry leaned her head against Paul's chest and gave her full attention to the two women performing on the floor in front of her. Barbara sprang into action, placing a wet kiss into the hollow of Ronnie's neck while caressing her breasts with her long, delicate fingers; tweaking the stiffening, rosy nipples just enough to make them stand up proudly. Then she slowly spread the blonde's knees apart and started to kiss along the basin of her belly. Ronnie let out a long sigh, arched her back, and then closed her eyes after a fleeting glance at her husband who was looking on, stoking himself. Reflexively she parted her thighs even more for Barbara who promptly lowered herself down and drew a sweet taste from Ronnie's sexual cauldron. A moment later, Barbara swung a leg over the pinioned blondes head and settled her cunt upon Ronnie's face and mouth. The two women sixty-nined for their mixed audience, who looked on enraptured with the performance. Trevor and Paul slowly recuperated and Terry began thinking about joining the two women on the bed, but did not. Ronnie moaned happily into Barbara's pussy as she kissed, licked and sucked her hostess' silky cunt. Barbara was exotically perfumed; a scent Ronnie didn't recognize but knew was expensive and possibly imported from Europe. But when Ronnie tongued Barbara's swollen clit, the only prevailing scent left in the air was streaming from both their pussies. Barbara groaned with satisfaction as Ronnie's tongue flicked her clit twice in succession, sucked hard and then used her tongue again, this time tracing a ring around the rosy bud. Ronnie moaned and feeling her husband's eyes upon her, turned her head to look at him. He gave her a wink, as if to let her know that he approved. Then he nodded forward with his head for her to continue. She imagined him saying, "You like your mouth all glossy with pussy juice, didn'tyou? You like your pussy all slippery and wet?" Then with her peripheral vision, Ronnie spied Trevor next to her wearing a kind of director's hat. He carried a small wooden box under his arm and opened it in front of Paul and Evan. "Toys," he said simply. Paul knew that this had been planned from the outset. "It's a fantasy of Barbara's," he told them, "Should be great fun." He patted his wife on her rump and told her it was "Showtime." Giggling, she pushed herself away from Ronnie and slowly rose to her feet. Reaching into the box, she took out a strap-on of gigantic proportions and began to buckle it on. Paul took Terry by the arm and pulled her from the couch as Barbara strutted around the room, shaking the large phallus at everyone. While she was doing this, Trevor was freeing Ronnie from her bonds, then handed his wife a large jar of KY Jelly which she liberally applied to her ass and the shaft bobbing in front of her. "Look honey, it's even bigger than yours," Barbara said gaily to Trevor. "Yes, very impressive, darling, very impressive," her well endowed husband replied. Unperturbed, by his nonchalance, Barbara motioned for Ronnie to join her with her trigger finger. Moving a little unsteadily, the thin blonde approached Barbara, her tits swaying delicately as she moved. Ronnie was made to lean across the bed with her ass jutting up and out. Then, holding tightly to the blonde hair of her victim, covered her left hand with lubricant and began to insert her fingers into the lithe blonde's ass. One, Two, three... They kissed. "OH GOD!" the bejeweled blonde cried out in pain as Barbara began urging the fourth digit in. Just the thought of what Barbara was doing to her, set Ronnie off and she began to cum, shaking like a vibrator gone wild. Trevor held a towel out to his wife as she pulled her fingers from Ronnie's gaping ass hole. She carefully wiped her fingers and hand clean of the particles of excretion and lubrication and checking to see if the blonde was ready for the next part, placed the tip of the giant phallus at Ronnie's swollen cunt and entered her. Evan, revealing his sadistic side, hopped on the bed, shimmied on his knees until his cock was inches from his wife's mouth. "Suck me!" He shouted, tapping his erection against her lower lip. Uttering a pathetic moan, she accepted his cock, and propping herself up on her elbows, she began to fellate him. Her noisy slurping drowned out the slushy sound the strap-on was making as it surged in and out of her cunt. "He's a piece of shit," Paul whispered to Terry, referring to Evan. "I don't much care for him either," his wife responded, hugging his arm tightly. Ronnie tried to say something, but only managed a croaking sound as Evan fiercely fucked her mouth and Barbara fucked her cunt. Trevor moved in close to the threesome on the bed and slowly began to spread scented oils over Ronnie's body. Soon Ronnie and about half of Barbara were glistening in the golden light. Trevor reached under the slim blonde and attached tight fitting metal clamps to each of her nipples. Ever playful, Trevor attempted to place a clamp on Evan's testicles, but Evan swatted his hand away and growled, "Stay the fuck away with those things!" He dropped the clamp back in the small box and took out a butt plug, showed it to his wife. Barbara grinned wickedly and took it from him, slammed the strap-on into Ronnie hard enough to cause her to moan, then eased it from the woman's gaping cunt orifice. "What?" The sex-dazed blonde muttered. "Gotta fix you up for the next act, love," Barbara told her. "Oh!" Using her left hand, Barbara lubed the butt-plug and inserted it into Ronnie's ass. It went in easily enough since she'd been fingered and fucked there a time or two already that evening. Satisfied with the plug's insertion, Barbara resumed fucking her partner with the strap-on. Evan motioned for Terry to come join them. He wanted to finish off by fucking her up the ass alongside Barbara as she did his wife. Paul waved, signaling 'no-way, ' to him. Evan frowned, telling himself that this guy and his wife were party poopers and he'd make sure to complain to Trevor about them later. "Suck me harder!" He demanded of his wife, who tried to, although with Barbara pounding the daylights out of her, it wasn't easy. Ronnie resorted to a devious tactic, slipped a finger into her husband's ass then blew him as best she could. She felt him swelling in her mouth just as Barbara took the phallus from her cunt. With no strap-on as a distraction, she concentrated on the blowjob and managed to get Evan off moments before Barbara removed the butt-plug and sent the huge strap-on into the dilated eye of her ass. Evan came, rocketing a long jet of cum right at her mouth, striking her tongue and ricocheting off and down upon her chin and tits. Ronnie screamed, "OH MY GOD!" as the strap-on wormed it way to the deepest area of her anal canal. As fast as the sudden pain had ripped through her, it dissipated, leaving her with a euphoric feeling of fullness; and within the following four thrusts by Barbara, the sleek blonde started to cum. Barbara, sweating form the exertion of humping the blonde grew weary and kept at it only because her friend Ronnie was still in the midst of her orgasm. Trevor slapped his wife on the rear, indicating his desire to have another go at fucking Ronnie, and she quickly acceded to his request. No one consulted with Ronnie about it. Trevor mounted the blonde and yet another long ride began, with Ronnie coming throughout. He must have tried half a dozen positions over the course of the fuck; some of which sent her large breasts swinging so hard that they hit her in the face. They reached a point at which Ronnie was so exhausted she could no longer move. As she lay there whimpering in sexual satisfaction, she pledged to herself that she would join an exercise club to build up her endurance so that she could fuck all day and all night if need be. But for the moment she just lay there and panted, "Please... I can't..." She looked so weak and spent that Trevor didn't have the heart to just keep pumping until he came himself and so he rolled off her, already looking for another partner, and found her in his own spouse, Barbara, who was demonstrating the uses of the strap-on to Paul and Terry. Paul stood off to one side of the bed squeezing and stroking his cock; rousing it to full mast as he watched the thin bejeweled blonde lay panting, totally exhausted from Trevor's relentless pounding. He had not had an opportunity to fuck her a second time and had been looking forward to it. He was disappointed when she called a halt, pleading her pussy couldn't take another thrust. Still holding his erection, Paul thought back over the past two weeks and considered the vast amount of sex he and Terry had taken part in. Terry had been doubled by him and Trevor; and had gone down on Barbara while being taken by both Trevor and himself in turn. He had even come home from work to find Terry going down on a teenager who apparently had just delivered the paper and was concerned that she might just be becoming a nymphomaniac. To Paul's surprise, Ronnie soon returned to action, approaching her husband, Evan, and after straddling him, inserted his recovered love tool into her asshole. Then she bent forward at the waist, crushing her crotch down to meet his thrusts, at the same time bringing her head level with his feet so that she might kiss and suck on his toes. The others, looking on, thought it a bit strange, but Ronnie of the big tits, knew from experience that this could have a tremendously exciting effect on a man, especially if the man were her husband. Not to be outdone, Terry approached Paul and soon lowered her tongue to lick the very tip of his rigid cock. She began to feast on him, taking each testicle into her mouth and sucking upon it, only to spit it out and devour the other. She managed to tease his anus with her middle finger at the same time, bringing him to a high state of arousal. "Not done yet," she mumbled with a ball half in - half out of her mouth. A moment later, her talented tongue was bathing the area between scrotum and sphincter and before his initial moan was complete; her tongue darted into the gap opened up by her finger. His hands clawed at her hair as he moaned with pleasure. Trevor approached; meaning to insert himself in Terry's cunt, but his wife took hold of his arm and dissuaded him with the stern look in her eyes. Evan discharged his last remaining load of the evening into his wife's asshole and having lost interest in her for the moment, rolled off her body to watch Terry and her husband. Paul managed to work himself so that Terry's pussy was available to his fingers and mouth and used both upon her writhing form. Soon, Terry was moaning deliriously as he worked upon her with his tongue forgetting to use her mouth and fingers upon him. He waited patiently until he had her body twisting and squirming. Then repossessed his member from its lodging between her lips, he quickly shoved it into her pussy. His loving wife accepted him and soon forgot the dull ache between her legs, losing herself in the delicious slurping noises they were making as he thrust into her. He felt a wild, uncontrollable lust rise up within himself and growled as he began to pummel his wife with hard, quick strokes. "My little slut," he growled just before kissing her. She kissed him back with equal fervor and when the kiss ended he resumed the filthy word play they loved, having discovered ages ago that it set her off like a rocket. It worked again this time too. Terry came with a shout; her body spasmed, relaxed for several seconds and then another climax smashed into her. Paul grinned down at her in triumph as he continued to fuck her; glorying in the power he had over her orgasming body and the ecstatic pleasure he was bringing to the woman he truly loved with all his heart and soul. The others were all gathered around them, silently cheering him on. That is, all but Evan, who was slowing simmering over the fact that it wasn't he fucking the beautiful young brunette. Paul slowed to let Terry gather her wits, and then flipped over onto his back, pulling her up over him with her legs now astride him. His cock was still stuffed deep inside her cunt. "Oh, you magnificent fucker!" she wheezed, beating her fists weakly against his chest before collapsing on top of him. "C'mon ride him hard!" Ronnie yelled out as she rubbed her stiffened nipples. "Wear him down to the nub!" Barbara added a moment later. "I've still got the strap-on... wanna use it on him?" Surprisingly, Terry heard each comment directed at her clearly and distinctly. Turning to her audience, she squeaked, "Don't need any help thanks. When I finish with him he'll be well done!" Her audience cheered her and even Paul smiled weakly, for he was nearly exhausted from his previous efforts. Then Terry began to hump him fiercely, unrelentingly until they both came at the same time and she collapsed upon him, breathing harder than she had ever done before. She lay there panting as she nuzzled his chest, her damp dark hair cascading across Paul's face and shoulders. Terry rubbed his soft penis all over her face and mouth. "Terry, that was so beautiful," he said, tears of joy falling from his eyes. "You are so perfect. I love you, I love you!" "Mmmmm, you taste so good." She giggled and added, "Your cum felt wonderful in my mouth. I could feel it hit the back of my tongue and the roof of my mouth." She looked up at him with those lovely eyes. He could see the sheen of her saliva and his cum on her face and on his cock as she it against her cheek. Later when all the fucking had ended, Terry said almost mournfully, "I loved what you guys did," then to Ronnie, "And I love your breasts! You've got such great tits!" Ronnie laughed and looking over at Barbara's sperm drenched nipples. "It seems some guys like your tits a lot too, honey!" Terry leaned over and kissed Ronnie, running her hands over her large breasts; then leaned down and sucked on a nipple. Ronnie moaned. Trevor, as usual, took over asking if everyone had had enough. 'I guess," Terry said to herself, "That is, unless Paul has something left when we get home. Not likely though, not after all he'd done thus far. Terry fully intended to obtain Ronnie's phone number for a possible repeat performance later in the week, but lost that thought as Trevor shoved his cock under her nose and requested a goodnight kiss. She happily obliged and would have blown him had he not taken it away from her to offer it to Ronnie, who kissed it lovingly. They all dressed, Paul and Terry made an excuse and did not join the others who were going out to a fancy restaurant for a late dinner. They made plans to meet again the following week and as they parted Trevor winked at Paul and said he had a surprise for Terry and him in the next day or so. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-04-01 Last Modified: 2005-05-18 / 05:25:14 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------