Jill opened her eyes slowly the next morning, and gazed tenderly at the still sleeping form of her husband on the bed next to her. She smiled with satiated happiness, hardly able to believe that the events of the preceding night had really happened, that it wasn't all just a dream she had forged from her previous torment and frustration. But it wasn't a dream: she was here, and her husband was next to her, and together they had discovered the first fragile seeds of what Jill knew could be the rebirth of their marriage.
Tenderly, with almost motherly affection, she reached over and touched Tom's hirsute chest, gazed with unparalleled admiration at the body of the man who had brought her so much pleasure, had brought her to a level of ecstasy which Harry Sommers, for all his sexual prowess, could never match… could never match because, with Tom, that ecstasy was not only physical, but the result of the deep love she felt for him. She couldn't explain what had happened the last two days, and she didn't even want to try. All she knew was that she was happy, unbelievably happy for the first time in a long, long while.
"I love you, Tom," she whispered. "I love you more than I ever knew."
Tom stirred, and then slowly opened his eyes to find his wife smiling at him. He blinked, as though he too were unable to fathom how, from the depths of despair, they had been able to find their love for each other in one beautiful night, a love which, though hidden, must have survived through all the three years of their embattled marriage.
"Good morning," he said simply, reaching out to caress her nakedly exposed breast.
"Good morning," she whispered in answer, and snuggled closer to him and the beautiful feeling of his hand on her nakedness. His fingers slowly felt the warm moon shape of her proud young breast, and he rubbed the erect little nipple with loving care and intensity.
"What a great way to wake up," Tom smiled, "with my hand on your breast like this."
"That's because we're in love, darling."
"We've always been in love, Jill. But never like this. It's never been this good."
Jill smiled, and rolled her lushly ripened body closely up against his, cradling her head on his muscular arm.
"I guess you're right, darling," she breathed. "And it's all my fault. I see that now. I've been so blind, so.
"It's been both our faults, Jill. Mine as well as yours."
"Maybe so," Jill smiled. "But that's all going to change now. I know it is."
"Is it?" Tom asked lovingly.
"Yes, it is. I know now that… I have been cold. Cold because of all kinds of fears and inhibitions I've had for so long, so long, so long Tom, you couldn't believe. When I think of how long I've been a slave to some kind of false morality, how all those things I thought were right were really only destroying me
"I know, baby. I know."
"But it's going to be different now. It really is. I'm free now, Tom." Her eyes searched out his, and then gazed at the tiny twists of hair on his manly chest. "Or, at least I'm more free. I know now I can be the kind of wife you've always wanted, always deserved to have."
"You mean because of what happened yesterday, with Harry Sommers?"
"Yes, partially," Jill answered, looking up into her husband's face to find the love and understanding she knew would be there. "I couldn't explain what happened yesterday if I wanted to, which I don't."
"And neither do I," Tom said fervently.
"But it's more than the fact that we… that we were adulterous with the Sommers. If it were only that, last night couldn't have been as beautiful as it was. But it was beautiful, darling, it was incredibly beautiful." She lowered her eyes, as a slight flush came to her cheeks. "Maybe Harry Sommers did make me aware of the fact that I was a slave to my fears of sex, but it was you who freed me, Tom."
Tom felt a huge lump rise in his throat at his wife's words, and he realized that he loved this beautiful young girl more than anything in the world. He put his arms around her, and studied her face with infinite tenderness. She had changed, there was no doubt about that. She had seemingly opened up her spiritual wells and become as a sexual partner must be: eager, willing, demanding. He kissed her lovingly, and then smiled down into her innocently upturned face.
"Then I guess we should thank the Sommers for bringing us back together."
"Maybe," Jill frowned. "But that certainly wasn't their intention."
"How do you mean?"
"I mean I think the whole thing was planned from start to finish, Tom! There are just too many coincidences for it to be anything else. For instance, when Harry and I came in and found… found you and Gay here
Tom reached over and touched his wife, as though trying by his touch to relieve her from that terrible memory. "… well, the only way he got me here was to say that Gay wanted to meet me, when he must have known all along that she was with you. And then, I don't see how he could have taken those pictures you were talking about without my knowing.
Again, Jill's voice trailed off as she grew embarrassed over the memory of what she had done, or rather, what had been done to her.
"I thing you may be right, baby," Tom agreed. "I mean Gay's whole story was phony as hell now that I look back on it."
"But it didn't seem phony then?"
Tom looked down at his wife, and reached an arm up to stroke her golden hair, tangled and unruly from the previous night's activities.
"No, it didn't," he answered. "I guess I was just too hurt and too angry."
"And too aroused?" Jill smiled teasingly.
"Yes, that too," Tom grinned back at her. "Are you angry with the Sommers?"
"No… no, I don't think so," Jill said slowly. "They were out for their own gratification, I guess, but I don't care about their motives. They gave us back to one another last night, and that's what's important to me."
"And to me, too." Tom smiled fondly at his wife, and the urge to make love to her grew strong within his loins. His virile young cock became erect, tenting the sheets, and he reached out his hand again and caressed the soft warm flesh of her breast once more. Little ripples of pleasure made Jill tingle and she gasped with a mewling sigh.
Yes, yes… this is what she wanted. A responsive body and an appreciative husband. And love, lots of physical copulation with him to forever cement the bond between them. She had to have him again, now, in the morning, which previously she had thought to be an over-abuse of body functions. She curled around his questing hand, and in turn delved beneath the sheet with her own fingers. Down over his tautly tensed abdomen, down lower to the first tendrils of his pubic hair… down until she touched the now fully erect shaft of his penis. Tom groaned involuntarily, her fingers being like warm feathers of sensuality, and took his other hand and placed it up between her rapidly dampening thighs. She willingly splayed her… wantonly undulating her hips up against his hand so that her warmly moistened vagina and crevice were being rubbed. Her tiny clitoris peeked out of its hair-lined, flesh-rimmed nest and quivered upright with a new life.
"I… love you, Tom," she moaned, pressing closer.
"I love you, Jill… and I need you… came the passionate answer of her aroused husband.
Two hours later, Jill and Tom lay together, satiated and warm and very much in love. They were half asleep, almost groggy. after their record bout of fucking. A knock on the front door startled them into awareness.
"I'll get it, dear," Tom said. He rose from the bed, and Jill caught a glimpse of his limp, satiated cock and his leathery scrotum hitting his thigh as he jumped out. He walked to the door. "Yes?"
"Good morning, Tom!" came the hearty voice of Harry Sommers through the wood. "We'd like to come in if we may."
"Well…" Tom looked into the bedroom at his wife as though she could supply the answer as to whether he should open the door. She shrugged her shoulders.
"Might as well. They're persistent… and as I said, I'm not ashamed to face them," she said.
"We're not dressed," Tom called to Harry.
"That's all right. Neither are we. Just robes on."
"Well, give me a second, all right?" Tom said, and moved quickly back into the bedroom where he jumped under the sheets.
"Come in," he called out loudly.
The front door opened and Gay stepped in the room, smiling brightly. She was wearing a robe, but it was mainly see-through net, and all but the nipples of her proudly quivering breasts and the lower portion of her pubic mound were visible. Her full ripe buttocks swayed unhindered as she walked, and in spite of the fact that only minutes before he had ejaculated heavy spurts of his semen inside his wife, Tom couldn't help gluing his eyes on her voluptuously promising body. His long turgid penis, which he had thought had become completely satiated from the night and morning of lovemaking with Jill, gave a new twinge of life. He couldn't believe it! The more he ogled Gay Sommers the more he was overcome by her abandoned blatancy… and the more excited he became.
"Did you know there's a connecting garden between our two cottages?" Gay laughed. "We sneaked up here through the rose bushes."
Jill could understand how her husband had been attracted by Gay. As this wife of her husband's boss eased herself into the bedroom's one chair and crossed her legs, which sent the "robe" falling in both directions from her full firm thighs, Jill saw she was in her full glory. In spite of herself, Jill felt a small amount of jealousy. Gay's breasts were so large and round, yet without sag as so many other women experience when full breasted, and her thin waist accented her perfectly proportioned thighs, buttocks and legs. Jill couldn't blame Tom for being drawn into her web of passion.
Then Harry Sommers entered, smiling expansively. He wore a silk robe, scarlet and black, with a satin sash tied loosely around his middle. Jill had the strange, tantalizing suspicion that he wore nothing under the gown, just as it was obvious that Gay was naked beneath her wrap. For an instant she had the lewd thought pervade her mind of undoing the sash and letting the robe fall open so that she could view the magnificent penis and burly sac of testicles which had wreaked their delicious havoc upon her the previous day. A shock of prurient desire jolted through her, one which she tried to quash but couldn't, and her hands trembled as they clutched the sheet up around her throat.
"What brings you here?" Tom asked, sitting up in bed.
"Well," Harry began, "We wanted to discuss what happened yesterday." He looked significantly first at Tom, then at Jill; Jill had promised herself not to be embarrassed or ashamed, but she felt the hot flood of blushing redness in her cheeks as Harry's eyes fell on her.
"We wanted to know if there were any… ah, repercussions over what took place." He paused. "That is, if Jill told you what she saw and did, Tom, and you in turn told her of your actions."
Tom looked over at Jill and smiled. He put his hand on her face tenderly.
"Yes, we've told each other. And for your information, we appreciate what happened. It has brought us closer together."
"Excellent!" said Harry. "We were afraid it might have caused you to become further alienated from each other. In fact, if you two hadn't made a clean breast of the affair, we were going to, now. Just so that there wouldn't be any buildup of suspicion and hatred, you understand. Truth and openness is the best policy between marrieds, I always say."
"Both my husband and I," interjected Gay, "were convinced that both of you had almost fathomless untapped resources of love and devotion. We felt that somehow you, alone, hadn't been able to make use of these, as is so often the case. Too close to the subject, as it were. We believed that once confronted with wife swapping, confronted and participated in, it would act as the catalyst to open those virgin fields. It looks, Harry," she added, glancing at her husband, "as though we were right."
"Wife swapping…" Jill repeated, savoring the lurid phrase like some bittersweet candy. "Wife swapping. Yes, that's what it was, all right."
"I assume that you do this often," Tom said.
"As often as possible," Gay admitted.
"It's helped us just as it helped you, Tom,"
Harry Sommers said. "Our physical enjoyment has been enhanced a thousand-fold, for the different partners have each contributed their different variation to an act which can otherwise grow stale and familiar. Moreover, the mere fact of dropping the confines of unnecessary and puritanical inhibitions has made our physical gratification more complete, more overwhelming, much more fulfilling."
"Then… all this is out of sheer lust?" broke in Jill.
"No, not at all, my dear," answered Harry calmly. "Please understand that group sex doesn't mean that we are in love with the other partners. but at the same time, neither does that negate the presence of love. I love Gay very much, Jill." "But how..
"How does our marriage stay together?" Harry chuckled. "It stays together the same way that yours has stayed together after yesterday. It stays together out of love, and because when we have relations, it means more than just lust by itself We know it means more, because we experience lust to its fullest, and it can never touch our enjoyment as lovers. I try harder, and Gay does too, and together with gratification we add heart and soul." He stared at Tom intently. "Isn't that what happened to you afterwards?" "What? I.
"Didn't you make love last night, and… this morning?"
Jill blushed again, but she heard herself say, "Yes, yes we did, and it was wonderful. I enjoyed the sex we had together yesterday, Harry, but it wasn't as good as with Tom."
"Exactly my point!" cried Harry. "And… aren't you closer?"
"We said we were," Tom agreed. He looked over at his wife and the sign of love which passed between them was unmistakable. "We came together as lovers.. because we had been with others as sex partners."
Harry walked over to the edge of the bed, and looked down into Jill's eyes, which were troubled now.
"I see hesitation in your eyes, my dear Jill," he said. "Don't be afraid, it's obvious that your love for Tom and his for you is unshakable. And I say this: what was enhanced by one swap can only be made better by another."
"Are… are you suggesting another swap?" gasped Tom.
"Yes, he is," Gay said with a smile. "And so am I."
Jill stammered, choking on the bluntness of his request. "Why… I
"You liked my penis in your vagina yesterday," he said. "And you, Tom, didn't you enjoy my wife's lovely body?"
Tom remained silent but his answer was written all over his face. Gay stood and languorously approached the bed, brushing the palm of her hand down her golden thighs, undulating her hips and smiling with the tip of her tongue licking her lips.
"I know, Tom," she said huskily. "I know it's hard at first to put your true emotions out in the open, especially in front of your wife.
Tom groaned aloud. Jill looked down at his squirming form under the covers. The bulge in the sheet… yes! He was hard again! He DID want this woman! A searing flash of the truth forced her to gasp, and she began to quiver. Tom had just finished making love to her… and he wants to lay with Gay Sommers! To place his erect penis, not yet dry from her orgasm, into another woman's vagina! She should be horrified… but she wasn't… she wasn't… she was excited too!
And suddenly, as suddenly as the realization had hit that her husband lusted for another woman, she found herself looking at Harry with passionate eyes. Pinpricks of terror at the idea of repeating yesterday's circus of perversion mingled with the tingling and building forces of her newfound desires. Jill was forced to admit to herself that she was trapped trapped by moral and ethical commandments on one hand, and trapped by her suddenly licentious body on the other.
"No… " moaned Jill, but it was too late. Sensing her desire, Harry untied the knot in his robe's sash. There was no hindering Jill's eyes as her gaze fell hungrily on the now bared pubic growth as the robe fell open before her. His great thick penis was standing straight from his pubic growth, and nestled in the folds of his thighs were his two great sacs of sperm-loaded testicles. Jill shivered and squirmed in the bed, and squeezed her legs tightly together to stop the impossible rising tide of her unwanted passion; and her wetly throbbing vagina, still warm and tingling from Tom's recent assaulting, flowed anew. The scintillating sight of Harry's massively erect cock seemed to fill her belly with electricity, with a new charge of sensual obsession.
Even Tom was stunned by the sudden appearance of his boss' lust-hardened organ. His mind couldn't understand how his wife could have taken its huge thickness inside her tight little cunt… but he had to believe for the fact was that she had been fucked by this man the day before.. while he had fucked Gay.
Gay sucked in her breath when her husband exposed his desire thickened penis. She gazed warmly at his black-bushed groin and warm throbbing cock, and her mouth salivated with heated intensity. Slowly, with motions practices to perfection, she loosened her diaphanous wrap and threw it back upon the chair. She moaned in her pagan nakedness, and rubbed her passion-quivering breasts with her hands… she was alive and wild, and was totally beyond any control of modesty.
Tom panted and moaned, the sight of this bewitchingly naked woman making agonizing flare-ups of sexual fire fill his blood. Jill, captivated as she was by Harry's hotly throbbing cock and balls, could only move her hands across the sheet to the "vee" of her thighs and pull and prod her vaginal area through the material in an effort to assuage some of the consuming lust which was making her body an electric ganglion of thrills.
"Come," beckoned Harry to Jill, his face a mask of carnal lechery and his hand stretched out to her in summons. "I want you… now, my dear. And you want me. And let's leave Tom and Gay to their games of love while we indulge ourselves in the same. Come.
As if mesmerized by the sights and sounds which engulfed her, Jill could only whimper and respond mechanically. She breathed harder and harder, her lungs almost bursting, and faster her hands moved as they teased her wetly pulsating vagina through the cloth. She looked from Harry to his wife and saw that she was not alone in the lewd throes of self-masturbation… Gay's hands had left her full sensuous breasts and were rubbing her pink fluted cunt, her outstretched right forefinger a blur of frenzied motion.
No! Jill's mind screamed, but her brain was a whirling dervish of seething erotic desires, and the dual display of naked lasciviousness, and her own husband's complete arousal sent it spinning yet faster. But her resistance was useless, and she found herself pulling back the bed sheet and exposing her own fine and lusting body.
"Come.. come…" intoned Harry, stepping back a pace.
Jill crawled over the almost uncovered Tom, and as she did, the sheet fell down farther and her husband's desire-bloated penis and heavily straining testicles hove into view. Jill hardly took notice, for her senses were as if gauze had been placed over them, so great were her inner furnaces of unrequited craving. She took Harry's extended hand, and together they nakedly stepped through the door into the living room.
She did not see Gay's eyes widen in sudden hunger at the sight of Tom's thick waving penis as it stood proudly from his groin, or hear the woman's guttural cry of passion, nor even Tom's parting words to her.
"I love you, Jill… remember, darling, I love you"
Then Gay's tongue fell upon his eagerly jerking cock. She moved onto the bed and dropped to her knees, never letting her voraciously licking tongue slide from his lust-thickened pole of hot male flesh. She pulled away and Tom moaned as she bathed his quivering thighs with warm wet lappings, and then she touched the sac of his testicles lightly and returned to his long hard cock. She licked and licked… and then took the entire penile shaft into her hungrily clasping mouth. She sucked greedily and Tom forgot about his wife.
About what had happened in spite of his and Jill's fervent avowals to resist. Forgot everything in the world except the feeling which was emanating from his warmly suckled cock.
"You're more beautiful today than you were yesterday," breathed Harry Sommers into Jill's shell-like ear. "I can't wait to have you."
The two had made their way, completely naked, through the privacy of the connecting garden between their two cottages. Harry led the hypnotized young girl quickly into the bedroom of his cottage, aroused beyond belief by what he knew was going to happen. Jill would be aroused, too, from the surprise he had in store for her, Harry felt sure. Now, if John Barnett only carried through his part of the plan.
Harry eased Jill onto the bed, lay her gently upon the sheets, and then joined her. They lay together, breathing each other's passionate fragrances, and then he reached down and touched one of her now heavily quivering breasts. She sucked in her breath and shuddered, and mewled excitedly as he stroked the sloping plane and teased the cherry colored nipple to erectness. His other hand moved to the "vee" of her loins, felt the moistness of her secretions, slipped his outstretched middle finger along the damp, pink furrow tentatively… and then with increased fervor she moaned and twisted, spreading her thighs with one leg straight out upon the sheets and the other bent upright.
Harry located the distended tip of her tiny quaking clitoris and tantalized it for a moment, then returned to the warmly throbbing cavern of her cunt. He slid his finger inside, letting the wet, muscled walls of her vaginal tunnel close around it and seemingly suck on it as though for nourishment. Against her ear, he whispered:
"Touch me, Jill. Touch my cock. Reach down and feel me as I am feeling you."
She obeyed, as she had obeyed his order to follow him to his bed. Mindlessly, without thought of consequences to herself or others, she was his slave to do with as he willed, and he willed for her to feel his penis. She slid her hand down between their pulsing stomachs, past his hand which was fucking in and out of her begging vaginal slit like a long slender penis, and seized his hardened rod of flesh in her fevered hand. She slid her palm up and down the thick pulsating shaft, played joyously over its ridges, and strummed the smooth, rubbery head with her nails before moving back to grasp the base and caress his soft sac of throbbing testicles.
"Ohhhhh yessssss, Jill, that's it! That's it!" groaned Harry as his own fingers churned faster and faster in her coral sheathed cunt. "That's so good so good… but I'll cum if you keep that up. I'll cum right here right on the sheets, and I want to be inside you for that. I want to fuck you now, Jill
I want you now..
"Yes," Jill heard herself murmur in response. "Yes, now… Fuck me, Harry, fuck me."
Harry removed his fingers from between her wantonly open legs, raised himself up and then told her to do the same. Jill thought that he was going to take her from the rear just as he had the day before, and she quivered with the expectancy of the orgasm it would bring. But then his hypnotic voice was whispering other, more licentious words into her panting brain, and he pressed the hotly pulsating head of his cock against one of her eagerly trembling ass cheeks.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Jill… I'm going to fuck deep and hard. in your anus! I'm going to push my penis up into that beautiful little asshole of yours… I've wanted to from the first, and now I will!"
"Harry!" cried Jill. "Please… no, not that! I… I've never had it there… It'll hurt! I know it'll hurt me terribly! Noooooo!" She geared her mind to the fighting of the pain… but instead, his first contact with the tiny puckered lips of her anus was one of softness and pleasure, and she was unprepared for it.
Harry had leaned forward and planted a warm wet kiss upon the soft, fearfully contracting opening to her rectum. He felt her quiver in fright and excitement beneath him, and he kissed her teasingly there again, then again. The young housewife moaned slightly as her voluptuously kneeling body trembled from the moist contact, and she involuntarily clenched her buttocks together.
Harry knew from experience that this was the time for patience, that she had passed the first stage of the ultimate conquest and now he must win her mind and spirit over, and it had to be done by the softness of touch. He dropped back and placed his thumbs on either side of her warmly soft buttock cheeks and pressed out gently. Bit by bit, the straining muscles of her tautened inner thighs relaxed, and as he watched they slowly parted before the almost imperceptible outward pressure of his thumbs. His eyes were at the same level as the rich red folds of flesh which covered her vagina, and he could see a slight moisture forming and glistening on the softly curling pubic hair, framing the pink mouth of her cunt. The odor was one of sweetness and it drifted enticingly out to flare his nostrils. A moment later, he swallowed deeply, for his thumbs had opened enough of her wetly pulsating vaginal lips to see the complete panorama of pink inner flesh, all smooth and pearlescent.
He breathed hard and blew softly upon her tightly puckering anus, and he heard another mewl escape from the submissively kneeling young blonde's now open lips. She tried to move slightly, but his hands on her fleshy buttocks held her fast. Gradually, the rest of her muscles relaxed completely. He touched her now slightly throbbing anus with his tongue and began making gentle little licking movements against the tight anal ring.
Jill couldn't understand this feathery feeling upon her backsides. It was wet and warm, and she shivered from its magical workings. "AAAHHHHHHIH," she sighed, and she stopped all further resistance. She allowed her nakedly exposed buttocks to be pulled wide open by the gentle being who was making delicious circles of softness back there, and she felt as if floating on a fleece-covered cloud.
Again Harry thrust forward the curling tip of his tongue and buried it in the warm fleshy folds between her eagerly upraised buttocks. She squirmed, and then, unable to stem the obscene craving he felt, Harry pushed his lips closer and began to lewdly suck and lick the whole of her softly yielding anal crevice. Her suddenly quivering buttocks jerked forward on the first contact, but then in an abrupt surrender, churned the soft fleshy globes backwards upon his face, crazily swaying as she gasped with electrified shock. Harry slaved at her tightly clenching little rectal mouth, his long tongue wetly plunging and withdrawing, making lewd sluicing sounds with each wicked thrust into her backside. He pushed his face yet further into her warm fleshed crevice, gleefully teasing her with his teeth and lips and tongue.
"Ohhhhhh! Ooooohhhh!" Jill chanted, her body and mind in a abandoned dance of forbidden desire from the obscene sucking between her wide stretched buttocks. With a triumphant glow on his face, Harry looked up from her, knowing that he had now teased her into a greedy and untamed female animal of lust who threatened to drive him insane. His great, thick cock ached with anticipation, and then he slithered to his knees and worked his naked hips into the now saliva drenched anal crevice.
"Spread your knees out wider, baby," he commanded harshly. His blunt cock head was now pressing against the tightly constricted anus, and even though she could feel it there and was frightened, Jill did as she was told to do, and she strained her buttocks back, as suddenly, helplessly, she began to revel in her lewd subjugation. She felt the cords of his muscular thighs as they shoved against her… and then the elastic ring around her tightly resisting anus gave way to his unrelenting pressure.
"Aaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhih!" she screamed, her face contorted from agony and pain. "Oh God! Oh God!" she wailed, trying to twist her nakedly squirming buttocks loose from his assault of her defenseless, virginal rectum.
Harry moaned as he locked his gaze upon the lewdly exciting sight of his lust-hardened rod as it stuck pole-like between the helpless young wife's softly quivering buttock crevice. The advertising executive, sweating now, jerked and shoved another inch into her tightly puckered rectal passage, and the nakedly kneeling blonde screamed again. Her anal ring was puckered like a small, tightly clenched fist around his rigidly thickened cock, and he grunted and wormed another half inch in her hotly clasping anus, the tightest fuck he'd ever had.
"Aaarrrrrggggghhhh!
Jill cried with each wrench of his loins. "It hurts! It hurts so much! Stopppppp!"
"No, no, it's good, Jill," groaned Harry. "Relax and fuck back against my cock. The pain will go away in seconds, and it will feel wonderful to you…"
Numbly, and in total submission, Jill ground her painfully stretched buttocks back in a slow, excruciating circular motion, skewering further inches of his big thick cock deeper up into her bowels. Oh God… It still hurt, it still felt as though she were being ripped up the middle back there. Then, miraculously, she could feel the hair of his groin against her buttocks. He was all the way in her!
Jill whimpered as his pelvis smacked viciously against her upturned ass cheeks. He sank his long thickened hardness to the depths of her tortured young belly, his sperm-laden balls swinging hard against her pubic hair and hotly throbbing vagina. The beautiful young blonde kneeled slave-like, completely lost of body control, and slowly… ever so slowly. the pain began to ease. Harry flexed, and she made a choking sound as her soft resilient anal flesh clamped down hotly around his thick rampaging cock, but it didn't hurt as much now… or as much as before when he began to triumphantly pump back and forth in and out of her tight little anus.
She began to like it even as her anal passage became accustomed to the thick foreign presence embedded so deeply in it. Gradually, her sensual young body started to respond. Yes, yes, there was no denying it, she was warming to this lewd, bestial sodomizing of her most secret part. Her head rolled from side to side, and she buffetted back against Harry's long pistoning shaft, churning her lovely cream-white buttocks in a wild, abandoned dance of lust.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" Jill cried in lewd hunger as Harry hammered his long hard cock deep up into her tightly heated rectum. Beautiful pain! she thought wildly. Beautiful sweet love-pain in my asshole, in my vagina, in my belly… beautiful, beautiful cock to give me such wondrous feelings throughout my body…
Harry's muscular pelvis smacked loudly against her softly quivering ass moons, his balls swinging hard against the gaping wet entrance of her vagina. Jill screwed her fleshy young buttocks back tighter against his rampaging hardness, reveling in the perverted sodomizing of her defensively puckering anus. Uncontrollable spasms of obscene delight surged like maelstroms of heat through every fiber and nerve end with each buffeting thrust of his thundering pole of hard flesh, and she twisted her head around to stare at him, to see his teeth bared in beast like rapture the same as hers were, to see him watching with lustful fascination the sight of his cock's wild thrustings into the naked anal opening of her sensuously rotating buttocks.
Jill worked voraciously to help further impale herself, raising and lowering her hips almost to the tip of his thick ramming cock, then hurling back down to drive it deep within her burning rectal channel. She rested her forehead upon the bed, her blonde hair fanned out damply, and then reached back between her legs with her left hand and caressed the sac of sperm-bloated balls which pounded her defenseless vagina, running a fingernail over the sensitive underside of his wetly heated cock as he lunged in and out of her rectum.
Neither of the two noticed the sound of the front door opening, so intent were they in reaching their mutual orgasm. Neither were aware when John Barnett quietly entered the bedroom, as he had planned with Harry, to see for himself whether the lovely Jill Parker was qualified to join the Jamieson Advertising executive swap club.
John's eyes were bright, and his churning young balls throbbed with an aching intensity as he watched. Goddamn, he couldn't wait any longer to join in… he was going to pop his nuts in his drawers if he did! He stared at the sweat-sheened lips of the shamelessly kneeling blonde girl, imagining the wet feel of them around his painfully throbbing cock, and his lust-thickened hardness surged with desire at the wanton image. Quickly, he undressed, and stood completely naked, his long paleskinned penis standing immobile from his thin, light-colored pubic hair which partially shielded his balls hanging heavy below. He began to stroke the rigid shaft of flesh lightly as he watched, drawing the foreskin back and forth slowly with mounting lust, and then when the point of endurance was near, he strode hurriedly, confidently toward the bed.
Jill was buffeting back against Harry's thick hammering staff crazily now, endeavoring to milk his sperm-filled balls of his burning load of cum far into the depths of her bowels. She worked diligently, concentrating, but the sudden overwhelming feeling of the presence of another person in the room was too strong for her passion-fogged mind to overlook. Her eyes fluttered open, and then grew wide with dismay and fright at the sight of the good looking, lewdly-grinning naked man who stood facing her. stood facing her not twelve inches away and obscenely stroking his erectly palpitating penis!
"My God!" she cried, ceasing her thrusting motions back against Harry's pile-driving cock. "Who… who are you?"
"John Barnett's the name," he said easily, continuing to maneuver his visibly throbbing cock with his hand. "I'm a business associate of your husband's. I work for Jamieson, too."
"What are you doing here?" she almost screamed.
"Why, getting ready to join in, that's all." He grinned as if he was enjoying a secret joke. "Hello, Harry. I'm here, right on schedule."
"Fuck you, you bastard!" Harry said good-naturedly, but with a hint of impatience. He squeezed Jill's soft, supple ass cheeks, and wiggled his lust hardened cock far inside the velvet heat of her anus, causing her to moan involuntarily. "You took your sweet time; I'm damned near ready to shoot my wad, for Christ's sake!"
John shrugged. "I'm in no hurry, but since you insist." He stepped closer to Jill's wild-eyed, confused, sweating face… bringing his long angry cock to less than six inches from her moistened, red lipped mouth. "What do you think, Jill?" he asked her "Do you like my big cock?"
She didn't know what to think. Disordered thoughts spun and whirled inside her brain. Who was this man? Why was he here? What was he going to do? Had Harry planned this? Oh God, had he brought this man up here by some mutual plan, to… to.
"Well, you'd better like it, baby," John continued. "Because you're going to be sucking it like a lollipop in a minute!"
Jill's mind rebelled from the perverted suggestion, and she tried to pull away, pull her naked buttocks free of Harry's great impaling cock embedded so deeply in her rectum. But he held her firm, his strong hands imprisoning her, forcing her to remain still. She heard him say softly, "It's all right, Jill. Don't be afraid. Just relax, and enjoy it. You'll like a 3-way stretch once you get use to it. Trust me, Jill; you'll see. I haven't led you wrong yet… trust me.
No, no, no! She wouldn't like it… she wouldn't! It was foul and sick and disgusting to suck a man's penis… Or was it? Was it really? She'd thought that having intercourse with another man was foul and disgusting… and it wasn't; she'd thought having a man inside her anus was foul and disgusting… and it wasn't. She had thought it foul and disgusting for a man's mouth to be put on her genitals… but it wasn't! Oh God! Could it be that the taste of a man's penis in her mouth would be as good, as pleasure giving and satisfying and exciting, as all those other acts?
She stared at the quivering, now-swollen glans of John Barnett's excitedly hardened cock, glistening wetly from its thin sheen of lubrication, the unseeing eye staring back at her like some hypnotic symbolic orb. Fascination began to grow in her, began to replace the fear now, and confusion and the uncertainty. The satin-skinned cock, held firmly in John's stroking fingers, seemed to beckon to her, seemed to command her to come nearer, seemed to will her to engulf it within the warm wet cavern of her vaginal mouth.
And in that moment, all of Jill's inhibitions vanished in the advent of lust renewed, renewed yet brighter than ever before. She opened her mouth wide, her tongue wetly licking around her moistly parted lips, her eyes shifting up to meet John's in tacit submittal to his pleasures. He grinned wider, breathing hard, and moved a step closer, so that the moist head of his cock was only a scant inch from Jill's lips. She stretched her tongue timidly out between her lips, let it touch the throbbing tip, then quickly withdrew it. John shuddered in unconcealed delight. "Don't play around, Goddamn it! Suck me! Suck me right now, baby!" he groaned.
Jill obediently opened her mouth wide, the long wetness of her tongue stretched out like a welcoming red carpet for his entering cock. John stepped quickly forward, guiding his eagerly pulsing penis between her parted lips and along that soft, moist carpet until she gasped and choked as the fleshy cockhead struck the back of her throat. His blonde pubic hairs were tickling her chin and the tip of her nose as he commanded, "Now suck me! Suck me good!"
Jill pulled back slightly to keep from gagging, and then she was running her tongue around the glans opening… experimentally at first, unsure of herself, and then with rapidly increasing tempo. It tasted bittersweet, pungent, exciting; she could feel every throbbing muscle and vein in it with her lips, her tongue, her teeth… Oh yes, it was good, good! She'd been right, a man's penis inside her mouth was excitingly wonderful, and his impatient cum already seeping in small excited droplets was like nectar mingling with her saliva. She could hardly wait for him to really cum, cum all the way and fill her mouth with his hot, wonderful seed.
Faster and faster her tongue and her mouth worked on this stranger's swollen instrument, and she held the base of his cock in her hand now, having replaced John's hand with her own. He wrapped his fingers in her long blonde tresses, moaning abandonly at the enticing softness of her mouth and tongue on his fiery cock… softness like flowing, melted butter consuming it.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh! he moaned. "Oh Christ, that's nice, that is S00000 nice the way you suck me!"
And behind her, as the subserviently kneeling young woman began to slave her mouth around his employee's lust thickened cock, Harry leered knowingly to himself and began to thrust his hardened penis deep into Jill's still tightly clasping rectum once again… slowly at first and then with increasing rhythm until her hips were wildly churning back against his pile-driving loins as they had before. He timed his strokes into her anus to the eager thrusts forward of John's hips as he fucked her softly ovalled mouth, so they were both plunging into Jill's bodily orifices in unison and withdrawing in unison. The room was filled with the sounds of love, of carnal pleasure being sought and attained… slapping and slurping and moaning and panting.
Jill was mindless and soulless now, reveling in the two pulsating hot cocks buried inside her, for nothing else mattered to her; she was, indeed, a new and free and kindred spirit. In this new world in which she dwelled, with this new motivating force of hedonistic pleasure seeking, she knew peace and tranquility and independence and great happiness. She knew sex, and sex was all-important in her new world, vitally and irrevocably important above all else..
Jill's head pumped abandonly to and fro, slavishly licking every inch of John Barnett's thick shaft, sucking harder and harder, her tongue twirling faster and faster. She could feel the dripping shaft batter against her larynx, but now she made no move to cease the intense ramming pressure there, her lips ovaling maddeningly as she attempted to suck the hot swirling white load of his sperm up from his balls.
At the same time she rolled and flung her gleaming white buttocks back against Harry's forward-driving cock, feeling it deep, deep, ever deeper in her belly as her warm mouth worked harder and faster on John's penis. The younger man groaned as her tightly ovalled lips almost drove him insane with pleasure. A wailing gasp tore from his throat as the moment of his climax drew closer, and Jill, too, was groaning and wailing and silently begging to the two magnificently attuned cocks to flood her, consume her, drown her with their geysering explosions of semen. Her lips sucked and nibbled more wildly around John's wildly jerking cock, and her perspiration streaked buttocks heaved in an insane, frothing tempo back against Harry's ramming loins, as her own orgasm began inexorably building and building and building. It wouldn't be long now, she knew, it wouldn't be long before all of them came in one total and mind-blowing release of their mutual passions.
Suddenly, John emitted a loud, grunting wail of liberation and he jammed his hips forward, burying his ejaculating rod of hot flesh deep in Jill's soft warm mouth. Her throat tightened and untightened as torrent after gushing. torrent of his searing fluid poured forth from his madly pulsing cock, and she swallowed desperately to keep from strangling on the billowing sperm, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the warm grotto of her mouth filled and emptied again and again.
And then, behind her, Harry's fingers dug painfully into the soft moons of her frantically trembling buttocks, the nails drawing blood, and he began to chant crazily. "I'm cumming… I'm cumming. aaaagggghhhhhh… And his lust-thickened cock began to jerk out of control in her rectum then, as Barnett's was doing in her mouth, and she felt the fire-hot semen erupt along his urethra tube from the boiling cauldrons of his balls to fill her rectal cavity to overflowing. The thickly heated liquid ran down along the crevice of her churning buttocks, along the backs of her pumping thighs, and puddled on the bedspread beneath her quivering young body.
"Keep sucking, keep sucking, don't stopppppp!" John moaned convulsively levering forward and trying to shove his spewing penis even further down her willing throat. "Suck my cum., suck all of my cummmmmm! Harry wailed behind her.
Then, as if their mutual cries of enrapturement were the final trigger of her own cumming, Jill felt the beginnings of that wild, soaring, drifting ride take hold of her wantonly excited flesh. She gurgled and squealed around John's still ejaculating cock, never once losing a single droplet of the molten fluid. She climbed and rode the crest of her orgasm to the impossible height which she had come to know so well in the past two days, that fabulously delirious height which was the only thing worth seeking in the whole, wide universe. On she came, thrashing, climbing, her whole being wracked by the unbearable ecstasy of her passion, the two beautifully hard cocks skewering into her, taking her higher and higher to the pinnacle of hedonistic pleasure.
And then, finally, she collapsed forward on the bed, the two bliss-giving penises slipping from her cum-filled mouth and her forever stretched rectum with loud, wet simultaneous sounds of love. In her stomach and breasts, there was a pleasant burning sensation, and she thought in her gentle return to earth that it was the blending of all three cums, all the juices having flowed there from whence they were pumped into her and from her own secreting glands.
She felt her head being lifted and placed on a warm, hairy thigh, and Harry's soft voice said, "Rest now, baby. After you have, we'll all fuck again, and I promise you it will be as good as it was just now. I'll fuck your mouth, and John here can have your asshole… or your cunt, if you'd like it better that way… how does that strike you, John?"
"Fine. Just fine," Barnett grinned lewdly, turning to Jill. "You're everything Harry said you were, baby, and more. You're going to be a welcome addition to our little group."
Our little group? What does he mean? Jill wondered drowsily, her brain still drugged by the banked fires of her lust. But she didn't dwell on John Barnett's words. Instead, she drifted off into a semi-dream world of satiation, at peace with herself and with her role as a complete sexual being.
She could hardly wait for the three of them to join together again, to feel their two giant cocks taking her once more on that wonderful journey into carnal bliss, as they had promised to do… and she knew they would do…
And as they subsequently did.