Kim was pensively studying the dregs of her morning coffee, trying to read her future in the sediment in the bottom of the cup. It was a week since her anniversary "celebration". The gown was back in her closet, the sterling back in the drawer, the candles on the sideboard. Her bruises had healed, and the photographs were ashes under the rose bush by the back door.
But she still had the memories. They were indelibly engraved on her mind. Touching them was not painful, surprisingly. Arousing, but not painful. The only regret she felt was soft of a niggling disgust when she thought of the men's gross, hairy bodies.
Desperately, she twisted her mind away from the subject and contemplated, instead, the hollow shell of her marriage. It was like a movie set, all glitter and polish on the outside. But behind, where no one could see, it was a sham propped up with two-by-fours and bailing wire.
Strangely, though, she didn't want out of it. It had its advantages, after all. There was a security of sorts, there were luxuries like the country club, the house, all the material things. In a way it was sort of a comfort, because she knew exactly what to expect. There wasn't any lying, in bed rigid, wondering if this night might be the night he would turn to her.
The only trouble was she kept getting so damn, damn horny! If anything, the gross indulgences with the four men had heightened her appetite for sex. She hadn't even played with herself since then, and was about to climb the walls. She kept thinking of Al and Perry, how they had each penetrated her. God, they were so sweet, so willing, so basically undemanding. Oh, Al had forced himself on her, sure. But, in the end, she had been the one who controlled the action.
She had been the toy of the four men. But Perry, and then Al, had been her toys. And she realized, analyzing her feelings, that it was more preferable to be doing the toying, than to be the toy.
She itched. Way down deep in her hungry guts, she itched. She thought of Perry, slim and graceful and sleek and smooth, and the itch grew. She thought of Al, impatient and handsome and clean, and the itch curled and twisted up through her like the smoke from a guttering candle. She multiplied them in her mind, made them two Perrys and two Als, and the smoldering wick bunt into flame. Letting the robe slide back off her shoulders, she paced through the empty house like a tiger in heat.
It was Saturday. Where would Al be? Where would Perry be? The pool, of course. She couldn't go there. Waiter was golfing with a business associate. They were planning to swim later. "Man stuff," he had said, his way of discouraging her presence.
Kim paused by the telephone, felt the steam in her guts. She fingered the dial, then picked up the receiver, and dialed the country club.
"The bathhouse, please," she requested. Her voice felt hot.
"Bathhouse," the voice in her ear announced.
She took a deep breath. "This is Kimberly Sanderson. Is my husband at the pool?" She knew he wasn't – prayed he wasn't anyway.
"No, Mrs. Sanderson, he hasn't been here today," she clerk answered, after checking the sign-in book.
"Damn," she grumbled with mock dismay. "Is Perry McBride there? I need something from my locker and I can't leave the house right now."
"Just a moment, I'll see if I can get him." In a moment, Perry was on the line.
"Perry, this is Kim. Uh, Mrs. Sanderson."
"Oh, hi! Gee, where you been? I've been looking for you."
"I'm at home," she answered quickly. "Now, listen carefully. I don't really want anything from my locker, but we have to have a reason for your coming over here." Quickly, she told him what to do.
"Uh, I got a problem, though," he announced when she was done.
"Oh? What's that?"
"My twin cousins are here today as my guests. I can't just leave 'em here by themselves."
"How old are they?" Kim asked, her heart beating fast with insane hope.
"My age."
She couldn't believe her luck. "Bring them, too," she urged.
"What!"
"Bring them along," she ordered. "Believe me, you won't regret it. I'll call Jenny."
"Well, if you say so…"
"I say so," she insisted. "Hurry!"
"Yes ma'am!" Perry agreed as he hung up.
Kim dropped the phone back in the cradle and hugged herself delightedly. Then she picked up the phone and called her neighbor. "Hi, stranger," Jenny said. "Remember Perry?" Kim began abruptly.
"Do I remember Perry! Is the Pope Catholic?"
"Well, he's coming over in about fifteen minutes," Kim announced breathlessly, deliberately holding back the rest of the news.
"And you're willing to share him again?"
"Then why are you telling me? Christ, here I sit with my Tom Swift Tummy Teaser, and you…"
"He's bringing his twin cousins with him," Kim broke in, fighting a nervous giggle.
"Boy cousins?" Jenny asked after a moment of silence.
With a jolt of fear, Kim realized she wasn't sure. "I… I don't know! Anyway, the more the merrier, so come on over, okay?"
"You're mad, stark raving mad. I'll be there in ten minutes."
"Why so long?" Kim asked, half seriously.
"I'm not dressed."
"So, don't dress!" Kim giggled. "I dare you."
"Witch!" Jenny rasped, her voice thick with lust. Then she hung up.
"Hew, wear this," Kim ordered when Jenny came bouncing in the back door.
Jenny inspected the towel. "Kind of small, isn't it?"
"Natch," Kim said, wrapping her lithe body in the mate. It was small. It barely reached from tits to hips, and revealed a sliver of her body where it didn't quite close.
She had barely finished tucking the towel around her when the front doorbell rang. She nearly jumped out of her skin. Just thinking about Perry was enough to make her cunt steam.
Opening the door, she gave them a full-fledged view of her in the miniscule towel. Her eyes darted to the strangers, and her insides melted into a hot puddle of pure horniness. Twin boys! And Al Lomata was grinning at her over their shoulders.
"Hi," she said softly. She could feel Jenny behind her, see the fire kindling in the boys eyes. "Come on."
"Sorry about Al," Perry said sourly. "He tagged along and I couldn't stop him."
"That's all right," Kim assured Perry as she closed the door. Her mouth watered when she looked her lovers over. The four youths were still in their bathing stilts. They were lean and lithe, smoothly trim and slender. Their bodies were misted with the golden down of youth.
"This is Curt and Bert," Perry introduced his cousins. "Or, maybe it's the other way around. I can't tell 'em apart."
"This is Jenny," Kim said, waving her hand at the lusty redhead.
"Just had to find out where the fire was," Al drawled, joining the conversation.
Kim's horniness was rising just from the close quarters by the front door. "Come on, let's go into the living room," she invited.
"I had to tell 'em," Perry noted nervously. "Hope you don't mind."
Kim noticed that the twins' eyes hadn't left her since they had taken quick stack of Jenny. Her tummy tingled at the sight of the bulges in their bathing suits. They were wearing tank suits – minimal scraps of nylon that clung to their trim hips and the swelling of their sex organs.
"You're Bert," she guessed at random, stepping up to one of them. His eyes were a startling, clear blue.
"Curt," he corrected.
"Would you like to see me naked?" Kim asked softly.
Curt's Adam's apple bobbed. "Yes."
"All you have to do is untuck my towel," Kim whispered, linking her arms behind his neck.
His fingers snaking, he released her single covering. The towel dropped away, baring her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jenny peeling off her own towel as she moved toward the other twin.
"Kiss my breasts," Kim ordered.
Obediently, the boy's lips closed on her tit. She moaned with lust. Al skinned his suit down and exposed his jutting cock. Then he moved toward her. Perry tried to shove his suit down too fast and got it tangled around his feet. He quickly kicked free.
Kim was surrounded by naked boys! She was hugging the lips of one to her bared breast while another fingered her boiling pussy and a dick nuzzled her flank. Over Curt's head she saw Jenny slipping down, taking Bert's dick in her mouth. The youngster's face was a study in shock and lust.
God damn they were beautiful! Even Al, though he was older! They were so lean and slender! Their skins were so smooth and unspoiled by hair. Their cocks were slim and businesslike – stiff towers of lust that stood out with vigor. Her twat began to weep.
Jenny was on her knees, and was sucking two cocks! She would slide her mouth down over one, thin turn and do the same to the other. Her hands were clutching the boys' tight balls, holding them close together.
The finger in Kim's cunt stirred her slithery folds. She spread her legs, then clamped her thighs around the hand. She had Curt's cock in her fist and was pumping it as he sucked on one tit and then the other. Suddenly, the dong in her hand began to spasm. She curved her palm over the head of his dork and felt his thick, gooey, eager, sizzling semen spurt over her flesh. It drizzled from her hand in thick gobbets. She caught as much as she could in her palm.
Jenny's efforts were rewarded by thick gouts of pearly jizz from Perry's dark. The red-headed woman let the creamy drops spurt into her mouth. Then she swallowed, and let the next jetting spatter her lips and her cheeks.
Klan slid to the floor and sprawled on her back. Al came down with her. She dragged Curt to her side with her pip on his dick. While she hugged the cousin against her, she spread her thighs for Al. His pecker nestled in her cunt, jammed into her streaming pussy like a snake looking for a hiding place.
Smothering in boy flesh, Kim abandoned herself to incredible pleasure. Al stroked in her quick and hard, hammered her clit to flame as he raped her. Curt's pecker was still hard as she smeared it with his own jizz. He began chewing on her breast like a mad animal.
Al began to cum. Kim spread her legs wide on his dick would drive against the end of her cunt hole. She felt live steam power into her boiling folds.
Then, the boys' first passion slaked, they all relaxed. Kim lay back and let Curt explore her. Al gazed over at Jenny Kelly and her two students. Kim squirmed with pleasure as Curt's tool parted her pussy folds and probed her juicy cunt. The boy was kneeling near her shoulders, leaning forward over her crotch. His cock and balls dangled enticingly between his trim thighs. She reached up and curled her hand around his balls, engulfed them as passion steamed through her veins.
"God, this is crazy," Jenny gasped as her twat was probed by a curious teenager. "What if Walt comes home?"
Kim laughed and her eyes slitted with horniness. She was still fondling Curt's cock and balls. "Well fuck him, too."
"Oh God!" Jenny whispered. "Up my ass!" She curled her legs, and Kim saw that Perry was sticking a finger into Jenny's bung.
Kim turned to Al. "Want to bugger me?"
"What?"
"Put your cock up my rear," Kim explained.
"Shit yeah."
"Go get the jar of cold cream from the bathroom," she ordered.
"I'll get it," Perry answered, dragging his finger out of Jenny's asshole. She moaned. "I know where it is."
"What about me?" the twin that had been examining Kim's cunt asked.
She gave his pecker a fond squeeze. "You'll get your turn," she assured him. "You'll get your turn."
Scooping a gob of cold cream out of the jar, Kim smeared it slowly over Al's cock. Then, sprawling on her back, she greased the little brown target. She did it carefully, so he could see.
"In there?" he squeaked.
"In there," she answered, rolling over and hiking her pale ass up. Reaching back, she lewdly parted her tail.
As Curt looked on, Al aimed his dick at her bung. The first touch sent Kim's lust roaring upwards. He bored into her with exuberance and a total lack of inhibitions. She felt him sliding into her searing asshole. Reaching under herself, she touched his dick as it slowly rammed into her crapper. Then she stuck a finger into her cunt and felt how the channel was pinched shut by the bulk ramming her rectum. God, to have two at once would be heaven!
Al pumped his dick into her tail with long, slow, burning, greasy strokes. Her whole body was on fire, but she managed somehow to get her hand up off the floor, and draw Curt over in front of her.
"Lie down," she croaked.
"Huh?"
"Lie down," she demanded. "Oh your back."
Puzzled, he obeyed. His first fuck was going to be one hell of an unforgettable experience, Kim reflected.
"Hang in there, Al," Kim urged as she struggled, squirmed over the inexperienced teen. Then she aimed his dick into her tight twat, and slowly went down on it.
"Christ!" Al groaned. "I can feel him going in." Kim felt as if she was going to spit from the two dorks. As she lay on top of Curt, she let her cunt spasm until it accommodated his cock. Then she told Al to bugger her again.
Under her, Curt moaned as his dong was stroked by Al's prick. Instinctively, Curt shifted, pumped his dick in her jammed tunnel. Timing it carefully, Kim eased forward and back on his cock as Al drove in and out of her rear. She had the feeling she was being slowly ripped in two. Lust was tearing at her with flew claws. Her clit was rolled and pinched against Curt's thinly padded pubic arch. The baffler separating cunt from bung was rolled and twisted and stroked by the peckers pistoning in and out.
Curt was moving on his own now. She held still as flames incinerated her nerves. One moment she had alternating dicks in her and then Al and Curt would fall into step so she was empty one second, crammed to bursting the nest.
Al reached around her and wedged his hands in between her and Curt and pinched her tits. His hips were heaving and jumping against her rear as he cornholed her. Curt was pinching her waist eagerly as if trying to somehow prove to himself that it was all real.
"Gonna cum," Al warned.
"Ohhhh, shit," Curt moaned, and Kim realized that she was about to get totally hosed. Her own cumming burst over her like a tidal wave as the two boys began to fountain in her twat and asshole. The two dorks jumped and leaped as they unloaded gush after gush of cum into her. Her cunt went into series of convulsions as she was flayed to the bone by pleasure, reduced to a quivering mass by her ecstasy.
She didn't come down from her peak until Al's pecker was being driven out by her slit reflex. Slowly, she slid up on Curt and felt his dick slither out of her sodden slit. For a moment they all lay in a tangled heap, panting hard. Then Al muttered something about needing to wash, and crawled away.
"Oh wow!" Jenny sighed. She was lying on her back and was snuggling two boys to her. Her spread legs revealed a swampy twat. "Sure does beat a battery pacifier!"
"I'm thirsty," Perry noted, lifting his head from where he had been pillowing it on Jenny's breast.
"Soda's in the refrigerator," Kim answered. "Help yourselves."
The rush that followed left her and Jenny alone in the middle of the living room.
"Kim, what are we doing?" Jenny asked after a long silence. Kim thought for a moment. "Contributing to the delinquency of minors."
"Do you have any idea what this town would do to us if word got out?" Jenny asked.
"Tar and feathers would be kinder," Kim answered. "But the kids won't tell."
"How can you be sure?"
Kim shrugged. "I'm guessing, actually."
"Oh boy, I can see it now," Jenny sighed.
"Housewife Sex Ring Exposed!" She said it as a headline.
"Led the youth of our fair town into sin," Kim added frivolously.
"This is serious!" Jenny complained.
"You didn't have to come over," Kim pointed out.
Jenny snorted. "Would a starving man resist a seven-course meal, even if he knew it would be his last?"
"Not likely," Kim agreed. "Hi," she greeted Curt and Bert as they came back into the room. Their half-hard pricks were dangling over their balls. She tried to decide if there was any detectable difference between the two boys.
Five minutes later, she still wasn't sure. The twins were on the couch and she was fingering first one prick and then the other.
"This is great, but believe it or not, I have got to go," Jenny announced.
"What?" Kim exploded.
Jenny stood up nervously. "Look. I'm sorry, but this is… well, it's just too much for me. I guess I'm chicken, basically. I… I'll see you around."
Kim felt abandoned. A hollow, creeping horror was gnawing at her. Desperately, she turned to the four naked teenage boys. "Come on, let's go to the bedroom."
The sun was streaming over the bed. She became the center of attention. The youths fingered her breasts, punished her pussy. She lay on her back and fondled dangling dicks, tried to lose herself in the pleasure of being the only piece of meat available.
A squabble broke out between Perry and his cousins over possession of her pussy. "Easy, there's enough for all," she soothed.
"I haven't fucked you today," Perry complained.
"Okay," Kim said. "You're next." She had a feeling of impending doom as Perry drove his dick into her hole. With a heave, she rolled them over, so she was on her side and presenting her ass to the him.
Curt got the idea. She felt his cock drive at her tail. There was no grease to tame the penetration. She bit back the tears as her asshole was slowly torn open by his determined dick. The pain increased her gross pleasure.
"Jests!" Perry groaned as he felt his cock being pinched by the one entering her rectum.
Kim wrapped her arms around his slender young body and held him tight and still as the prick drove up into her tail. It felt like a red-hot poker was rasping through her abused asshole.
Something nudged her lips, and she looked up. Al was offering his dork to her, holding it in his fingers, leering down at her. She opened her mouth and accepted the hot rod, slipped it towards the beck of her mouth as the cock in her rear reached full depth. Curt's hips were pressing against her butt.
The world became solid pistoning pricks. The feeling of doom faded and the pleasure slowly raged higher and higher and higher. Everything was swept away by the flaming cocks in her openings. Her tail was ablaze. Curt's cock was pistoning through the strained sphincter ring. Her cunt was a roaring bonfire from Perry's dong sliding in and out. Her lips felt swollen and sore as she sucked and slurped on Al's throbbing hard-on.
Surprisingly, Al came first. He hosed her throat with salty jizz. She gulped and swallowed, then choked as the hammering in her crotch went on and on and on. She was reduced to a quivering puddle. She felt as if her insides were being pounded to a paste by driving dicks.
Al's cock whipped, away and spattered her cheeks with spit and cream. Then another was ramming down her throat. Bert had taken Al's place! Bert clutched her head and rammed his pecker down her throat mercilessly, fucked her raw with his long, hard wang. Kim choked, moaned around the thrusting, pistoning penis. She was unable to do more than squirm weakly as she attempted to escape the slamming knob that was bruising the back of her throat.
She felt the cock up her asshole spasming, and had the feeling boiling acid was being hosed into her rectum. Perry's dick leaped to life in her twat, and she felt his cum spattering her raw tat. The wall of flesh between Curt and Perry was massaged by the pulsing and jetting of the two cocks.
She was being swept away on a seething flood of cream when a sudden bellow from the doorway knifed into her like a red-hot ice pick. As the dicks flooded her suddenly lost strength, and, their hoeing faded like a mist, she lifted her head.
Standing in the doorway, his expression a combination of surprise and lust, was her husband, Walter. Then was a wild, mad scramble as four naked boys abandoned the bed, then circled the room like blind mice because the one exit was blocked. His eyes fastened on Kim, Walter started toward the bed. The teenagers vanished out the door in a welter of tanned arms and legs and naked asses and flapping pricks.
"Oh, shit," Kim groaned. She wished she could crawl into the mattress and hide.
A massive weight slammed down on top of her. A huge cock ploughed along her cunt like a battering ram. A mammoth, mature cock was crashing into her, raping her, glutting her. Walter, her husband, was making her eyes glaze and her brain tattle in her skull. She clutched his back.
Her cuming shattered her into a million glittering fragments. She felt her husband's cock fountaining gallons of sperm into her spasming, exhausted snatch.
As she sank into oblivion under him she realized she had him at last. A long vacation together would still any gossip that might crop up. Then school would be back in session and the pool would be closed for the season.