Carol was mortified, she couldn’t even speak. But the others seemed delighted with Lucie’s suggestion. “Hey, great idea,” Brent said. “Come and join the fun, Carol.”
Carol finally found her tongue. “Oh, I couldn’t do that,” she said as cooly as she could manage. “Wouldn’t five be a crowd?”
The others remained just as they were when she fell into the room – Brent bending over Amy, his limp cock still inside her, and Lucie sitting on top of Tom, still half-impaled on his shrinking prick. Carol couldn’t understand how they could all be so calm. They showed not a trace of embarrassment.
Now they moved. Brent got up and strolled over to Carol, his flaccid wet dick flopping lewdly. He extended a hand to help her up and said, “Hell, there’s no such thing as a crowd when it comes to swinging. The more the merrier… right, gang?”
“Right!” the others chorused.
Dizzily Carol took his hand and got to her feet. He began to lead her over to the big fur rug, but she dug in her heels and held back. These people were actually serious. They really thought she’d willingly join in their orgy! Well, they had another think coming. No way in the world would she do something like that.
“Brent, let go,” she said nervously. “I wasn’t kidding. This, uh, just isn’t my style.”
“Oh, come on, Carol, loosen up,” Lucie said, getting off Tom and coming forward. “It’s the most divine fun. You’ll love it!”
“No, I won’t!” Carol squeaked.
Once again she tried to pull her hand from Brent’s grasp, but he held on tightly. Lucie joined him, taking Carol’s other arm, and they muscled her over to the rug and made her sit down. Everyone looked at her expectantly, while Carol blushed hotly. How in hell was she going to get out of this nightmare?”
“You’ll really dig it, Carol… honest,” Tom said. “Give it a chance.”
“Tom’s right,” Amy chimed in. “There’s nothing wrong with it, just a lot of friends having fun together. Relax, Carol, and enjoy.
Carol swallowed hard and said, “Look, I don’t think you understand. This just isn’t my kind of thing, and it certainly isn’t John’s. He’d die if he knew about it. I won’t tell him, of course, but I’d better get back to him now before he wonders what’s happening.”
She’d hoped the threat of exposure would convince them to leave her alone, but they just grinned at each other as if sharing a big joke.
“Carol, darling,” Lucie said, “we understand how you feel, and that’s exactly why you should join us. You need the adventure. It must be dull as hell just being with John. And you know damned well he won’t come out of that room tonight. Come on, just take off your clothes and… “
“NO!” Carol gasped.
With the strength of panic, she wrenched her arms free and leaped to her feet. She whirled toward the archway, but that was as far as she got. The others grabbed her and tugged her down onto the rug again. She found herself on her back, securely held down, her four naked friends kneeling over her. Now she was really scared.
“Oh, please, no,” she whimpered. “I really don’t want to do this. I’ll never say a word about you, but please… let me go!”
Brent looked down at her, his eyes glowing with longing as he watched her big tits heaving under her robe. “Carol, we’re doing you a favor,” he said. “If you were liberated from all your hangups, you might be able to help John, too. You know your marriage is in trouble, and we’re convinced swinging could help you. At least give it a try.”
“Absolutely not!” Carol said, her face red with embarrassment.
Brent looked at the others, and they all nodded. Then to Carol’s shock and panic, Amy untied the belt of her robe and laid the garment open. Everyone could see her large round tits and little pink nipples, and the glossy golden triangle of her bush. All four people gawked at her naked body, and Carol could have died of humiliation.
“Let’s get that robe off,” Brent said.
They lifted her and wrestled her out of the robe, leaving her totally naked. Carol wept in protest, but not too loudly. She didn’t want to alarm John. Things were bad, but they’d be even worse if he walked in just now. He’d think she was voluntarily taking part in the orgy, and he’d have a fit. She preferred to deal with the crisis alone.
“You’re making a mistake,” she sobbed. “I really don’t want to do this.”
“Of course, you don’t, not now,” Tom said soothingly, “but you’ll soon change your mind.”
As they lowered her onto her back again, Lucie and Amy studied her magnificent, tall, big-breasted figure. They were obviously envious. Lucie said, “Christ, what I wouldn’t give for knockers like that.”
“You and me both,” Amy sighed.
Carol would gladly have traded just then. The men might not have stared so lustily at sweet little apple-sized tits like Amy’s and Lucie’s. As it was, Tom was caressing one of her big globe-shaped boobs, and Brent was fondling the other. Carol writhed with shame and embarrassment. It was like a bad dream, only she couldn’t wake up.
“This lady needs to get turned on,” Brent said huskily, “and I think I know just how to do that.”
“Go ahead, darling,” Lucie said. “We’ll hold her down.”
Carol still whimpered in protest, but they didn’t pay any attention. While Amy, Tom and Lucie held her arms and legs, pinning her securely to the big fur rug, Brent went on fondling her big but sensitive tits, trying to calm her. It felt vaguely pleasant, but Carol was in no mood to relax and go with it. She was much too nervous and upset, as Brent soon recognized.
“Get her legs open,” he told the others.
“Oh, God, NO!” Carol cried.
But they obeyed Brent immediately, forcing her long lovely legs wide open, revealing the lush rosy-red flesh of her gash and its dainty fringe of golden curls. Carol blushed scarlet. She’d never felt so mortified in her life. She had an audience of four people gawking at her naked pussy.
“I know what’ll relax her,” Brent said confidently as he crawled between her legs.
Carol moaned in shock, thinking he was going to fuck her right there in front of the others. But instead he flopped flat on his belly and brought his face right up to her crotch. She felt his moist breath fanning her tender slit. Then she knew – he was going to eat her pussy. Her blush deepened till she thought she couldn’t blush any harder.
“Oh, no, please… don’t do that!” she cried.
Lucie snorted with laughter. “Darling, you’ve got to be kidding,” she said. “Brent’s the best pussy-eater in the world.”
“No, he isn’t,” Amy giggled. “Tom is.”
“Maybe,” Lucie laughed, “but let’s let Carol be the judge of that. Go ahead, Brent, darling.”
Carol stiffened as Brent nosed into her pussy. Looking down, she saw his greying head meet the gold of her muff, and then she felt his scalding-hot wet tongue lashing hungrily all over her gash. It lapped roughly from her clit right down to her small clenched asshole, then back again. As she’d feared, the pleasure was incredible.
“Noooooo!” she whined.
But again, everyone ignored her protests. They were all eagerly watching Brent’s performance, watching his big red tongue gliding up and down over Carol’s gleaming red slit. Carol felt mortified that his pussy-eating was rapidly getting her aroused. She didn’t want to get horny, not now. She didn’t want to lose her self-control and take part in this disgusting orgy. She felt she wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt and shame afterwards.
So she kept her body stiff and tried to blot out the violent pleasure she felt as Brent licked her whole pussy again and again. She couldn’t help wishing she were alone with him. She’d have gone crazy with bliss, and she wouldn’t have had to hold herself back. But it would be too shameful to let go in front of an audience.
The others kept grinning at her, damn them. They’d watch Brent, then shift their eyes to hers, giving her a knowing smile. It was as if they knew about the sizzling pleasure rippling through her hungry little slit. And maybe they did. Certainly Lucie and Amy were well aware of how great it must feel. Finally Carol had to close her eyes to avoid their glances.
That just made it worse. In her private darkness she was aware only of Brent’s big thick tongue expertly teasing and arousing every inch of her swollen needy gash. When he’d thoroughly tongue-lashed her pussy, he parted the blonde-furred lips of her bush and uncovered the hot red lump of her clit. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the supersensitive button and began to lick it, hard and fast.
“OH!” Carol gasped.
The pleasure was so sudden and violent that she couldn’t suppress that one small cry. Then she clamped her jaws shut, vowing not to let the others know how frantically aroused she was getting. But, God, it was hard. Brent really knew how to eat pussy, and he was doing everything he could to break her self-control. His hot wet tongue lashed furiously over her throbbing joy button.
If only I could come, Carol thought miserably. If only I could let myself go with him.
As Brent’s tongue lashed her clit into a quivering horny frenzy, she felt more lusty than she’d ever been in her life. She wanted more than anything to throw her legs around his neck, dig her greedy little clit right against his mouth, and come like a bomb. She would have done it, too, if she hadn’t had an audience. But her pride prevented her from coming in front of them.
Brent’s tongue flicked faster and faster on her starved throbbing clit, and though Carol managed to lie still and not utter a sound, she couldn’t control the instinctive reactions of her hungry pussy. She felt her slit swelling up with need, growing steamy and hot. Worst of all, she felt her cunt starting to leak scalding juice – Brent couldn’t fail to notice that.
He didn’t. As her steamy thick cunt-cream trickled out and touched his bobbing chin, he dived for it at once, lapping up every bit of the fragrant juice and swallowing it. That excited the hell out of Carol, and she struggled not to react. Then he was back at her clit again, this time jamming his mouth onto the flaming-hot bud, sucking it furiously.
“Ohhhhhh!” Carol moaned.
She just couldn’t help herself that time. Having her clit sucked hard and fast was just too wonderful to resist. Violent pleasure shook her body, and her steamy cunt-juice gushed out in floods, soaking Brent’s rapidly bobbing chin. She realized she was in real danger of coming if she didn’t control herself. But, dammit, she was only human.
The others were catching on. They saw the way her lovely body flushed with arousal, saw her fluttering eyelashes and flashing teeth. They witnessed the uncontrollable writhing of her hips, and they could hear the lewd wet slurping noises Brent was making as he sucked up her hot tasty cunt-cream.
“Go with it, Carol,” Lucie urged. “Dig it!”
“We know it feels great,” Amy said. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Let yourself go, baby,” Tom said eagerly. “We want you to.”
Carol was embarrassed by their attention, but most of her mind was captured by the stunning pleasure she felt. Brent managed to suck her whole slippery little clit into his mouth, bathing it with his boiling saliva, tickling it with his tongue, sucking ever faster and harder. Carol opened her eyes briefly and saw the room spin. Then all at once, she was coming, and she couldn’t stop it.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she wailed. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh!”
Mercifully, for long moments she was aware of nothing but the blinding pleasure rocking her body and Brent still sucking steadily on her clit, magnifying her delicious sensations. She bucked, moaned, and creamed all over his face. It was marvelous, but all too soon it was ending. She opened her eyes and blushed furiously.
They were smiling at her. They’d all watched her come. She felt deeply ashamed of herself. Her lust was so powerful, so long stored-up, that she’d been unable to control herself even now. She’d behaved exactly as they wanted her to, forgetting all pride and decency, forgetting her marriage vows. She quivered with mortification.
“Way to go, Carol,” Lucie grinned.
“We knew you’d like it,” Tom said happily.
“Now we can get on to even better stuff,” Amy said with a wicked grin.
Like what? Carol thought dizzily. And then she felt it. Brent’s thick rigid cock pushing into her cunt. She gawked down at him. When he’d first started eating her, his cock had been limp and drained, because he’d just gotten off with Amy. But the excitement of going down on Carol had given him another huge hard cock-stand. His prick felt like a pillar of steel going into her.
“Brent, no!” Carol gasped.
She tried to wiggle away, but the others held her firmly in place. Brent was on his knees, grinning insanely as he worked his swollen prick into her juicy snug box. Everyone could see the action, Brent’s pale meat slipping between Carol’s blonde-fringed pussylips. He slid his hands under her writhing little ass and lifted her, pushing his cock right to her womb.
“Oh, my God!” Carol moaned.
“Take it easy, darling,” Lucie said. “Brent’s a fantastic fuck.”
I know that, Carol thought miserably.
No way would she be able to control herself if he started balling her with that magnificent big cock. But she couldn’t stop him. He began to fuck her excitedly, working his rigid prick deep and hard and fast. It felt fantastic. Her whole pussy was instantly aflame with need, even though she’d just come.
Something in her seemed to snap. Maybe it was her old-fashioned morality, all her past hang-ups. But suddenly, she didn’t care if she had an audience, didn’t care if she was fucking someone besides her husband. It seemed foolish to deny herself pleasure, insane to fight the ecstasy she felt as Brent feverishly humped her. To hell with tomorrow. She was going to enjoy tonight.
Her body went relaxed and willing. Her legs fell wide open. She arched her eager pussy up to meet the powerful thrusts of Brent’s cock, and she slammed her hips in time to his strokes. Her sizzling cunt-cream boiled around his dick, and she began to claw the rug and moan. Brent glanced down at her with a pleased and knowing smile.
“You can let go of her now,” he said.
“Good,” Lucie replied. “I’m ready for some fun.”
The others released their grip on her arms and legs. Carol stayed just as she was, moaning and working her needy pussy around Brent’s slamming dick. Then, not two feet away from them, Tom and Amy and Lucie went at each other like lusty animals, growling and snarling with lust. Dizzily Carol watched.
Tom rolled onto his back, his cock rigid and ready again, pointing stiffly at the ceiling. Almost instantly Lucie was kneeling between his thighs and bending low over his stiff drooling dick. Her dark head bobbed down, her red-glossed lips parted, and she took Tom’s cock clear to the hilt in her mouth. She began sucking on it greedily.
“Jesus, yes,” Tom moaned. “Suck my dick, baby!”
That was all he got to say, because Amy leaped up to straddle his face, bringing her luscious little pink pussy right down on his mouth. Tom gave a muffled laugh, then stuck out his gleaming red tongue and began to lash and tickle his wife’s fragrant hot slit. Amy gave a shrill squeal of delight.
“Oh, darling, yessss!” she cried. “Eat my pussy!”
Carol felt hotly excited by the whole scene. Her inhibitions seemed to have vanished the moment Brent thrust his wonderfully hard cock into her. She loved his fucking, and she loved watching the happy trio next to her. Now it didn’t shock her at all to realize that she was taking part in an orgy.
Maybe the others were right. Swinging might be the answer for her and John. She couldn’t get through to him, but a few parties like this would teach him everything he needed to know about love-making, and it would blow his Victorian morality all to hell. The only trick would be to get him started in the first place.
Forget it, Carol thought.
John would never buy it. She dismissed him from her mind and went back to enjoying the bizarre and exciting swinging session. Brent’s thick steel-hard cock pounded steadily in her eager little box, and she got a free show as well. Amy was bouncing happily over Tom’s face, his gleaming tongue lashing her pussy, and Lucie was noisily bobbing up and down over Tom’s cock, sucking, slurping, and swallowing his oozing cock-cream.
Carol tossed caution to the wind and threw her legs around Brent’s sweaty heaving back. That way she could take his marvelous thick cock clear to her womb with each deep thrust. She gurgled with pleasure and dug her nails into his broad shoulders. It was great to let herself go completely, to be as uninhibited as her swinging friends.
“Good for you, baby?” Brent panted.
“Oh, my God, yes!” Carol moaned. “Keep fucking me, Brent, I just love it. Ahhhhh… ahhhhhh!”
She felt herself starting to come, and she let the stunning pleasure wash over her freely. The others paused to watch. They saw her blue eyes roll back in her head, her teeth flashing in a horny grimace. They saw her lovely body rocking violently. Brent managed to stay in the saddle, furiously balling her into a howling climax.
“Ohhhhh, my God… so good!” Carol wailed. “Ohhhhhhh!”
Her thick steamy cunt-cream gushed out around the base of his deeply-lodged cock, soaking his balls and her thighs. Her twat contracted in a violent spasm, gripping his meat and squeezing it in a fiery juicy nest. That was too much for Brent. He howled and began to shoot his load into her.
Dizzily Carol heard the others applauding. When her spasms finally died away, Brent got dizzily off her, and she was left panting, still gushing come and cream from her satisfied box. They were all looking at her, but this time she felt no shame. She just felt friendliness and gratitude. These people had helped her break through all her remaining hang-ups about sex.
“My turn,” Tom said eagerly.
Lucie and Amy laughed and let him go. He hurried over to Carol and eased her onto her hands and knees. She quickly got the idea and stuck her pert little ass high in the air. Tom dropped to his knees behind her and worked his iron-hard cock deep into her fiery-hot soaked cunt. Though she’d just come, Carol was already eager for more.
“Ummmmmm, yes!” she gasped. “Do it to me, Tom!”
“With pleasure,” he chuckled.
As Tom started balling her in rough quick jabs, Amy and Lucie took Brent aside and whispered something to him, then broke away in giggles. Brent grinned and hurried over to kneel in front of Carol. He help up his limp wet prick and tickled her lips with it. Carol gawked at him.
“Get him hard, Carol,” Lucie grinned. “You’ll be doing us a favor.”
Carol quickly opened her mouth, and Brent slid his silky limp dick onto her tongue. She started sucking on it greedily, while Tom fucked her from behind. She felt excited about blowing Brent, not to mention taking on two men at once. Also she wanted to help out Lucie and Amy – they needed a stiff cock, too.
Amy and Lucie got in on the action next. Lucie knelt behind Brent and cupped his balls, giving them a brisk massage. Amy did the same for Tom, taking his rosy nuts in her hot little hands and rhythmically squeezing them. Everyone was united in a happy and excited chain.
That was when John walked into the room.
No one had time to move. They heard him coming down the hall, loudly muttering, “What in hell is all this racket? It’s been going on for hours. I can’t concentrate on my…”
Then he was in the room, and he stopped short and gawked. He blinked and gawked again. Slowly he turned pale, and his mouth fell open. Everyone else was paralyzed by surprise, and for a long moment no one spoke.
Then John found his voice. “My God!” he said hoarsely. “I can’t believe this. It’s SICK! Carol, you get your ass into our room… on the double. You’ve got a helluva lot of explaining to do.”