Soon after Mary Beth left the lounge with Shawnee, Sue Robin, Jack and Helen began to really feel their drinks. So did most of the other Alligators in the lounge and on the dance floor. Jack danced with his wife, then with Sue Robin, then alternated again.
While they were ordering another round of drinks, Sue Robin said, "Too bad we can't all dance together."
"We can, honey, we can," Helen said, darting a significant look at Jack, who smiled and nodded.
Sue Robin vaguely caught the signal, but wasn't sure of the interpretation right then.
"What time are you all eating dinner tonight?" she asked the Stanfields.
"Not until about nine," Jack replied easily. "What do you say we go up to our room and finish off a couple more drinks there. We can relax better."
"Suits me," Sue Robin agreed.
They finished their drinks and the plate of hors d'oeuvres on their table, then got up and left.
"I feel like a midget between you two skyscrapers," Helen complained as they went up the stairs to the Stanfields' room.
"You're big enough, honey," Jack laughed.
"At least, I'm bigger than your fist," she retorted.
Sue Robin laughed. I must be getting really smashed, she thought, laughing at such cornpone humor as that.
Jack had a regular bar laid out on the counter in the bathroom/dressing compartment of their ocean-front room.
"Same?" he called to the two women who flopped across one of the large beds in the spacious room.
"Screwdriver for me," Sue Robin called back.
"I got the tool if you got the time," he chanted.
Helen and Sue Robin both laughed. Oh brother, Sue Robin thought, the wit is getting more and more backwoodsy. Oh, what the hell, why not? These were good friends from way back. Let it all hang out.
Jack's shirt came sailing around the corner.
"Hey!" Helen called out. "What're you doing, making drinks or undressing?"
"Both," he replied.
A moment later he came out with a plastic tray bearing three drinks. He was stripped down to his undershorts.
Sue Robin stared in fascination at the silky black pelt of hair that covered even his shoulders.
"Oh no you don't," he laughed. "You have to have a hunting license to shoot me. And it's out of season, anyway."
"I wasn't thinking of shooting you exactly," Sue Robin said. Through the alcoholic haze that was floating her on a pleasant high, she was beginning to sense the relationship here. Helen and Jack were swingers. Maybe he knew about her thing with Robbie Early, maybe not. But anyway, it probably didn't matter. So join the fun, girl, she told herself. These were two of her favorite people.
"Comfortable as he looks, I think we rate the same deal," she said to Helen.
"Right," the small black-haired woman replied. "Woman's Lib, equality, all that jazz." She placed her drink on the table at the head of the bed and flipped off her halter. Her small but shapely boobs popped out proud and firm, the nipples already swelling like raspberries from the brawn areolas of her breasts.
Jack smiled approvingly at his wife's action, but when Sue Robin followed suit, his eyes bugged out.
"Hell!" he exclaimed softly. "I knew they were big, but I didn't know they were that big!" He walked over to the seated blonde and gently put out his hand and fondled one prominent boob after the other. Sue Robin's ripe-cherry nipples promptly sprang erect.
"Sensitive, too," he said.
"Let me," Helen said, and reaching over, she caressed her friend's firm round boobs with her knowing feminine hand, and Sue Robin caught her lower lip between her teeth to stifle a spontaneous gasp of delight.
"Yours are nice, too," Sue Robin said, sliding her smooth palms across Helen's hard little tits.
Helen purred with pleasure, then reached her hands down along Sue Robin's thighs while the blonde continued to massage Helen's breasts. They hardly paid any attention as Jack clicked on the bed lamp and lay down beside them on the king-size bed. He had taken off his shorts, and his limp cock was practically buried in the thick mat of curly black hair sprouting all over his belly and thighs.
He unsnapped Helen's shorts and zipped them open, and in a moment she was as bare-assed as he was.
"Her, too," Helen said, nodding her head toward Sue Robin.
Without hesitation, Jack wrapped his arms about Sue Robin's shoulders from behind and reached down to unfasten her shorts. With a surprising strength in his slim body, he twisted her about on the bed and pulled her shorts and her panties off at the same time. He was bent over, facing her cunt as it was exposed to the soft light in the room. In a swift sinuous movement he parted her willing thighs and buried his nose and lips in the curly bush of golden hair at her pussy.
"Oooooooooh!" she quavered as his tongue raked wetly along the slit of her cunt. "You touched all bases that trip." She spread her legs even wider apart and lay back on the pillows which Helen quickly slipped under her head and shoulders.
Helen crouched on her knees facing into Sue Robin's side, and like a doe browsing at some delicacy, she nuzzled and lipped the blonde's erect nipples. Thrilled by the double stimulation of Jack at her pussy and Helen at her nipples, Sue Robin reached a long arm around the small hunched-over figure of Helen and fondled her shapely buttocks. In appreciation, the brunette rocked her ass back against Sue Robin's hand. The blonde slid her hand into the long valley and stroked her fingers up and down from the small of her back all the way under to her black-bushed pussy.
As the tongue became more intimate in her pussy, Sue Robin's sighs came strongly and rhythmically and her lips squirmed upward to thrust her moistening cuntlips against the invading tongue. Abruptly Helen withdrew her lips from Sue Robin's nipples, and the rangy blonde looked to see what was happening.
Jack had twisted his kneeling body around and dropped to his side, never releasing his hold on Sue Robin's buttocks, nor slowing his tongue-lapping of her slit. His cock was now emerging from the camouflaging bush of hair covering his groin, a rather slender but extremely long tool with a modestly expanded head glowing pinkly.
But not for long did it glow. Helen had forsaken Sue Robin's nipples for the larger pleasure of his cockhead, and now she was mouthing it like a popsicle. As she turned her head from side to side, sliding her mouth down over the shaft, the head poked out her cheeks.
Keep the daisy chain complete, Sue Robin thought, and slid her hand down the dividing ravine of Helen's asscheeks. Her fingertips raked lightly over the brunette's puckered little asshole, and she jerked involuntarily. That's what I've always wanted to try, Sue Robin reflected languidly. What would it be like, taking that long slim cock in my bunghole?
"I think we can improve on this," Helen panted, raising her head and twisting her ass reluctantly from Sue Robin's stroking fingers.
As if on signal, Jack rolled over on his back, his cock thrusting out from his hairy belly.
"Sue Robin, you straddle his head, honey," Helen directed.
Obediently Sue Robin let the small brunette guide her over Jack until she was on her knees with her pussy right over his face, and her back toward Helen, who was bent over his cock. She heard the slurping sound of Helen's mouth and tongue playing lollipop on his tool.
"What does it taste like, Helen?" she laughed, feeling delightfully giddy.
"You can try it later," Helen replied. When she felt the long slim rod expand to its full size, she quickly straddled Jack's hips, facing Sue Robin's back. With the skill of long practice, she grasped the throbbing dong and tipped the streamlined head into her already juicy cunt hole. In a moment she was riding up and down in slow, short movements, letting the long pole slide deeper and deeper into her loins.
Feeling his cock getting buried in, his wife's hot pussy, Jack slipped his hands over Sue Robin's generous asscheeks and guided her down until her pussylips were brushing against his mouth. He squeezed rhythmically on the big mounds of flesh, coaching the blonde into a short riding movement. Meanwhile he lapped at her wet groove with his tongue.
"Oh, wow!" Sue Robin squealed. "That's great, Jack baby!" She twisted her head around to look back at Helen who was riding up and down, lower and lower on each dip. "This man must keep you horny as hell all the time."
Helen was already gasping, so hot was she from the excitement of the threesome bit. Her small body was surprisingly agile and flexible, and she had learned quite early how to shift about to accommodate the full length of Jack's long dick. Both in her mouth and in her cunt.
"I'm about to come!" she wailed.
Jumpin' Jupiter! Sue Robin thought, what a firecracker! Getting her goodies already. She was getting a super-thrill herself, from Jack's snaky tongue flickering over her clit and in and out of her pussy. Then she felt Helen's small hands slip about her waist and come up to squeeze gently on her boobs. The slim fingers kneaded her nipples with consummate skill, and she felt the first throbs of her own orgasm.
"So quick!" she gasped. "I don't be-be-believe it!"
Jack's tongue concentrated on her clit, poking and licking the erect little nub of erotic flesh, and rapture lightninged through her loins and up through her stomach and her tits to where Helen's fingers were triggering the same shooting darts of delight through her nipples.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, openmouthed, and her hips quivered and broke the rhythm she had maintained. Her whole body jerked as tremendous spasms twisted her about. "Ohhhhhh, Lordy!" she wailed. "That's so good, so gooooood! Don't step! Oh, please, don't stop!"
A series of sharp cries broke out behind her as Helen came, too. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" The fingers pressing Sue Robin's tits gripped savagely, painfully, while the brunette bounced up and down like a wild woman, swearing and muttering obscenities as if she were frantic.
Then, like a summer storm, it was over, and the two women reeled over on their sides on the bed, gasping and sweating.
Jack lay smiling, waiting for them to recover. His long cock still soared proudly toward the ceiling, red-tipped and glistening from Helen's love-juice. The hairy man had good control, and he had held back, waiting for greater goodies to come. He knew how hot his own wife was; she always got her cookies three or four times when they made love. And he guessed that Sue Robin was just as passionate.
"Look at that!" Helen exclaimed weakly, rolling over and staring at the veined cock throbbing in the air. "He can go on for hours."
Sue Robin reached over and felt the thing. "Feels like an iron stake," she said languorously.
"You're gonna help a poor man out of his misery?" he smiled.
"Give us a break first," Helen said. "I'm going to have some more of my drink." She slid off the bed and brought the glasses, and they all propped on their elbows to swallow the cool liquid.
With her glass still in her hand, Helen slid on her belly toward Jack. While Sue Robin watched delightedly, the brunette filled her mouth with liquor and, holding her lips pursed tightly, slipped them over the tip of Jack's cockhead.
"Hey! Let me have some of that!" Sue Robin exclaimed, and slid toward Jack's hips from the opposite side. As the drink trickled from Helen's mouth and ran down his shaft, Sue Robin thrust out her tongue as far as it would go and lapped it up.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," she murmured, still licking up and down the rigid dick.
"You do it," Helen said.
Sue Robin filled her mouth and followed Helen's example, holding her lips closed until she forced the tapered cockhead between them. She felt the liquor flowing out of her mouth and down over the long rod. While she held the head snugly in her mouth. Helen shoved her head beneath and tongued the liquid flowing over Jack's balls.
"Damn!" Jack exploded. "You girls are really getting to me!" He clenched his teeth and fought to hold back his load as they kept alternating on his cockhead and around his balls.
When they finished their drinks, they lapped up and down his cock, one on each side, and their tongue tips brushed one another, exciting them even more.
"Let's see who can take the most of it," Sue Robin giggled.
Helen smiled knowingly. "Are you sure?"
"Sure I'm sure. What do you want to bet?"
"The one who loses gets screwed in the bunghole. Is it a bet?"
Sue Robin felt a tickling sensation around her asshole at the very thought of being buggered. It was something she'd always wanted to try, but somehow had never gotten around to it. So, what the hell? Win or lose, she'd still win.
"You're on," she said.
"Hey, I like that bet," Jack said, shifting some pillows under his head and shoulders to make himself comfortable. "Be my guests, ladies."
Helen reached over and pumped his stiff cock playfully with her hand. "You first, Sue Robin."
The memory of Helen swallowing the gigantic dick of Robbie Early came to the blonde's mind as she knelt between Jack's spread legs and lowered her head until her long hair trailed across his loins, contrasting sharply with his black curly pelt. She ran her fingers under his balls, caressing them, then fondling the very base of his cock and stroking the thick tube underneath.
Experimentally she licked out her tongue, poking daintily at the tiny silt in the tip of his cockhead.
"Nice!" he sighed gustily, squirming his hips.
Opening her lips into a perfect circle, she slid down over the pointed head until she felt the flared rim pass inside her mouth. Then she gently closed her teeth and gripped behind the flange, tugging lightly at it.
"Hey! Don't bite it off!" Jack protested in mock terror. But the delicious sensation was too much to conceal, and he squirmed his ass about on the bed even more.
Holding him in her clamped lips, Sue Robin giggled, and the vibration of her muffled laugh tickled him even more.
Helen, who was watching closely, protested, "Now, Sue Robin, you're going to make him come off before you ever get started. I declare a time out. I'll freshen our drinks."
She hopped off the bed and picked up the empty glasses and ran into the bathroom. Sue Robin sat back on her haunches and patted the throbbing peter with her hand.
"You just relax and be a good boy," she said soothingly.
"I sure hope you lose, honey," Jack said, eyeing her swaying boobs longingly. "I don't know, though, what would be more fun. Screwing you between those big tits, or shoving my ever-lovin' joy-rod between those big beautiful cheeks of your ass. For a big woman, Sue Robin, you've got the sexiest body I've ever seen."
For reply, Sue Robin reached forward, seized his cock, and pumped it vigorously up and down a half-dozen strokes.
"Hey! Watch it!" he protested. "Foul play!"
"Then eat my pussy again until Helen gets back," she said. "I declare, Jack, you've really got an educated tongue." Without waiting for his consent, she got up and straddled his head again, and in a moment she was riding against his thrusting tongue.
"Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!" she sighed blissfully, her eyes closed and her tongue licking her lips as steadily as his tongue was licking her pussylips.
"Hey! Enough already!" Helen climbed back on the bed, juggling the three glasses, and Sue Robin slipped off of Jack's head. "No quickies allowed on the side."
They drank deeply, then Jack handed his glass to Helen and lay back on the pillows. Sue Robin leaned over and set her glass on the floor. She got back between the long hairy legs that opened wide for her and again took the shaft in her hand.
A shining drop of jism was oozing out of his cockhead and Sue Robin licked it off.
"Reminds me of the first time I ever gave a boy a blow-job," Helen said, crouching across from Sue Robin and watching intently as the blonde went down on the stiff peter once more. "It was at a birthday party of one of my friends. I think we must've been about thirteen or fourteen years old. Anyway, most of the alder people who'd been chaperoning drifted away, to look at TV or get some grownup drinks. One of the kids suggested playing post office. Everybody thought that sounded pretty funky, the kind of stuff our parents used to play."
Sue Robin slid her mouth lazily up and down the upper half of Jack's meat-pole, wetting it good with her saliva. She felt dreamy, floating in a cloud that lightly stimulated her body all over like gentle massaging fingers. She smiled, causing her large soft lips to writhe about the pulsing dong. With half her attention she listened to Helen recounting her tale.
"But one of the girls, a little bit older than the rest of us insisted, and she went out first, into a small room, a den or something, where she could lock the door behind her. I don't even remember how the selections were made, like who went first or what. Anyhow, the first boy who came out had a smile on his face that stretched from ear to ear. I noticed that he had a cone of ice cream in his hand. 'Take some ice cream,' he told another boy."
"The second boy went into the den. In a few minutes he came out, and he was smiling even wider than the first. Before long, nearly every boy had gone into the den for his post office trip. And all of them carried an ice cream cone."
An ice-cream cone, Sue Robin thought languidly, mouthing and licking the head of the cock pushing between her lips. It was wetter now, and she leaned down farther on it, letting the head slide along the roof of her mouth and on down into the softening throat passage.
"After a while," Helen continued, her eyes still glued on the cock disappearing into Sue Robin's mouth, "the girl came out, and she was smiling, too. 'Who's next?' she asked me, I was very curious to know what was going on in the den. I knew damn well they weren't just smooching. So I said, 'Me, I'm next.' I went into the den, and the girl followed me in. 'I'd better show you one time,' she grinned. 'I'll bet you've never given head.' I didn't even know what she was talking about."
Sue Robin's mind drifted to the first time she'd done it, way back when she and Buz were just kids. She'd done it nearly all her life, she mused, and it just got better and better. She slid lower on the cock, feeling the pointed head nosing into the constriction of her throat. Jumpin' Jupiter! How long is this damn thing?
"A boy came in and locked the door behind him. The girl unzipped his pants and took his dick out. It was already hard. I think it was the first stiff dick I'd ever seen."
Jack laughed. "Keep it truthful, baby," he said.
"You tell your stories and I'll tell mine," she said tartly. "So the girl took the ice-cream cone from his hand and licked off a big gob of strawberry ice cream. She held it on her tongue and got down on her knees in front of the boy. She took his dick in her hand and laid the gob of ice-cream on the head of his dick with her tongue. He was so hot the stuff started melting right away. And she started licking and sucking."
Automatically, Sue Robin's lips tightened about the cock in her mouth and she sucked lightly, pulling up and down.
"When he started to come, though, she made him take out his handkerchief and catch the load. She didn't take it in her mouth."
The fool, Sue Robin thought, licking lower down the shaft. The blunt head poked harder at her throat constriction as she worked lower.
"Well, the girl and boy went out, and in a little bit another of the boys came in with an ice-cream cone. I was nervous, but it had looked like so much fun I knew I'd try it, no matter what. I unzipped his pants and took out his dick. I began to get the idea that all dicks stayed stiff when boys hit twelve or thirteen. I took some of his ice cream and knelt down and laid it on his dick. It was the funniest feeling, letting that thing slide inside my mouth. It felt like a snake poking around, punching and throbbing. After a while it felt so good I started sucking on it and licking it like a lollipop. I wasn't as experienced as the other girl and I didn't know when he started coming. Anyway, with all that vanilla ice cream in my mouth, his stuff felt and tasted just like the other. In a little while I noticed he was puffing and sort of sagging at the knees, and then I felt his dick getting soft."
"'What happened?' I asked him. 'I got my rocks off,' he said, his face all pink and his eyes shining. So the rest of the girls got into the act, and we had a real ball, playing post office the rest of the afternoon."
Helen stopped talking and leaned closer, so close she could smell the spermy scent of the well-lubricated cock sliding farther and farther into Sue Robin's mouth.
Then Sue Robin stopped and gagged a bit. With an air of definite defeat, she came up off the shining pole. "That's as far as I can go," she said. "Over two inches still to go. Can you beat that, Helen?"
The shapely little brunette gave her a confident smile. "Move over," she said. Instead of crawling between Jack's legs as Sue Robin had done, she crouched alongside her husband's hips with her pert little buttocks pointing back toward his face and her head toward his feet. Taking the throbbing dong in her mouth, she began bobbing slowly, and in a few strokes she was as far down as Sue Robin had gone.
"How do you do it?" Sue Robin breathed, her nose practically against Helen's cheek.
Helen came off and faced her. "Watch this, honey," she said. "You'll learn something real useful." She went back down, slowly and carefully until she was two or three inches from the base of the shaft. Holding the shaft lightly in her lips, she breathed steadily three or four times, like a swimmer getting ready to surface-dive.
"Good Lord!" Sue Robin exclaimed as she watched the encircling lips slide even lower on the blue-veined shaft. How? She started to ask, then remembered Helen's admonition to watch closely. She looked at the other woman's throat, and saw a distinct swelling as her head went down, down, a fraction of an inch at a time, until the lips were touching the black hair at the root of the long cock. Another half an inch and the entire shaft was buried in her mouth and throat. Helen cocked her eyes at Sue Robin to make sure she was observing. Then she slowly raised up and off, leaving the pole waving springily in the air.
"See? You just relax your throat muscles and push on, like swallowing a blunt sword. Set your mind to it, it's easy."
"I don't know," Sue Robin said dubiously. "That's one long piece of hard gristle. Let's have a drink."
"Hey!" Jack complained. "How about one of you girls finishing me off? I'm hurting!"
Sue Robin smiled at him. "How about that tit-fuck you mentioned, Jack. Come on." She lay on her back on the bed.
He got up happily and crouched over her, positioning his aching cock between the upthrust mounds with their cherry tips. "Push them together," he grunted, lowering his weight until his balls rested on her stomach and his long shaft was buried in the humid valley.
Obligingly Sue Robin wrapped her arms about his slim buttocks and squeezed inward, locking her resilient boobs against and over his lunging cock.
His need was urgent and he had no desire to wait any longer. Digging his toes into the bedsheet, he shoved forward hard and fast, his grunts echoed by the woman beneath him, like a firm cushiony mattress, he thought, shoving harder and harder.
Then his long-delayed load squirted out in thick gobs, spraying the valley of her tits and her throat and chin. When he finally throbbed out the last charge and relaxed on hex tits, he thought, a big woman had a lot going for her. His entire weight rested on those spongy globes.
"Give her a break," Helen said, patting his ass.
He rolled off and sprawled limply on his back. "I need a shower," Sue Robin said, and hopped off the bed to run into the bathroom.
After she finished, Helen and Jack showered, and then Jack made fresh drinks.
"Let's not forget, you lost your bet," Helen said mischievously as they sat crosslegged in the middle of the bed, sipping their drinks.
"I'm game," Sue Robin said, "but remember, I've never done it this way before."
"Don't worry," Helen said soothingly. "We'll do it right and it won't hurt. You'll enjoy it."
She put down her drink and went to the dresser for her handbag. Taking out a tube of petroleum jelly, she came back.
Sue Robin was already excited by the idea of the whole deal. She got on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed and waited.
"No, honey," Helen said. "You can just lie on your back, like for regular screwing."
But Sue Robin had a clear image in her mind of the black dancer at the voodoo ceremony, on her hands and knees before the man. He hadn't gone into her asshole, but the position appealed to the blonde. And she wanted to feel those furry thighs and hairy belly pressing against her from behind.
"I'll take it this way," she said.
Jack knelt behind her and she spread her knees farther apart. His cock was only half-hard, but at the sight of the puckered little brown eye staring at him from behind Sue Robin's big round asscheeks, his passion re-kindled swiftly. Helen's skillful hands did the rest, caressing his balls and his shaft until the blood again surged through his cock, swelling it out and extending it to its full length.
"Some of Grandma's love-grease," Helen said, squeezing out a stream of jelly in her palm. She massaged his cock thoroughly with the slippery jelly, particularly the head. Then she wiped her hand between Sue Robin's asscheeks, smearing some of the stuff over her asshole.
"Woooooh!" Sue Robin squealed, hunching her hips forward. "Feels good already."
Jack reached out and caressed her hips and buttocks. With one hand resting on her back, be took his greased cock in his other hand and guided it carefully to the center of the taut little hole. He rubbed his cockhead about, stimulating the sensitive asshole until it relaxed a trifle.
Helen, meanwhile, crouched alongside Sue Robin and reached under to fondle her tits hanging like big ripe papayas. The slight nervousness Sue Robin felt soon evaporated and the erotic excitement of the hands on her breasts and the blunt knob probing at her asshole overcame every other feeling. She waited.
Sensing her readiness, Jack leaned forward, shoving gently but steadily on his rigid cock until the tip of the head succeeded in spreading the rubbery ring of her asshole. Just as soon as the tip was inside though, he stopped and waited until she became accustomed to the feel of the intruder in this virgin orifice. He reached around her hip with one hand and down to fondle her pussy, fingering her clit until she squirmed with delight. Her squirming pressed her buttocks back against him and he held rigid, letting her gradually impale herself on his turgid cock.
Before she realized it, Sue Robin had the head of his cock wedged past the outer ring of her asshole, distending the narrow channel. Her mouth gaped open as she adjusted to the peculiar sensation, testing the size of the invader by squeezing her cunt-muscles. She found that the same set of muscles operated in her asshole as in her pussy canal.
"Oh, that's right!" Jack groaned as she clamped down on his trapped cockhead.
It's great! Sue Robin decided suddenly. Never one to be bound up by inhibitions and hang-ups, she sensed the elasticity of all her body openings. Like Helen opening her throat to let the cock pass through, she thought. Jack's finger continued to manipulate her clit, sending waves of ecstasy flooding through her body. It's all good, she told herself. And I'm a little drunk. She smiled. So what?
Relaxing her anal muscles, she pressed back gingerly. She wanted to feel those hairy legs brushing against her sensitive thighs.
"Let me feet you," she murmured. "Let me feel you. Push it in me."
Her willingness and the slipperiness of his greased cock made it fairly easy for Jack to lean into her harder, pushing his cockhead on through the tight rings lining her tunnel.
"Fuck me, Jack!" she urged, backing her beautiful big ass against him. "Shove it in me, honey!"
Whatever discomfort she had felt at first was all gone as the big blonde rolled her hips in a rotating movement while riding back and forth on the several inches of cock already penetrating her asshole.
"Good! Good! Good!" she moaned in rhythm with her movements. "Oh yes, it's good!" She squeezed her muscles, drawing in on the rock-hard dong and shoving back strongly. "Oh, baby! Oh, baby!" She fell forward to her elbows, tipping her ass higher, then reached back with one hand to seize his slim hard buttock and pulled him into her.
"Now! Now! Now!" she chanted, feeling at last the brush of his body hair across her ass and up and down the backs of her thighs as he drove even deeper into her.
Jack was groaning, too, from the extreme tightness of the passage he was plowing through. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he felt wetness under his armpits. He reached under and replaced Helen's small hands with his larger ones on Sue Robin's swaying tits, but even his hands didn't cover them. Big as they were, they were almost as hard as Helen's taut little tennis-ball tits. His fingers dug in as he sought more leverage to shove in the final inches of his long cock.
"Awwwwwww!" Sue Robin suddenly screeched. "Oh, Goddam I'm about to come! Oh shit yes yes yes yes!" Her cries became blurred, meaningless, a volcanic rush of obscenities and she hurled herself back harder and harder on the spike impaling her lush ass.
Jack's grip on her breasts tightened as he fought to hang onto this big, bucking woman beneath him. His cock was pinched and twisted and tugged until he feared it would be torn off by the frenzied creature, no longer a cool sophisticated young lady but a savage, lust-crazed female of the jungle.
The bed heaved under them and Helen looked on with wide eyes, her mouth gaping in an expression of horror and disbelief. She was convinced they had gone berserk, swearing and slamming at each other like maniacs.
"Damn you!" he grunted. "Damn you! Damn you! I'll split you open, you big bitch!"
"Fuck me!" she hissed back at him. "Fuck me good! Fuck me deep or I'll pinch your dick right off at the balls!" She was sweating, too, her back a shimmer of perspiration under his hairy chest and stomach, and sweat ran from her armpits and down her braced arms. The terrific pressure of his grip on her breasts only excited her more.
Heat flooded her body, shot through with lightning-spears of limitless ecstasy, and her body lunged of its own accord, out of control of her mind. Wild visions exploded on her mind-screen: the dancer-Goddess bucking back against the muscular male riding her from behind; Helen receiving in her open mouth the hard driving, immense cock of Robbie Early; a stallion mounting a mare in heat and driving her into the ground with his hooves and his tremendous engorged cock.
"Now! Now!" she shouted, and slammed back so hard she nearly knocked Jack over. The shock drove his cock all the way inside her tight ass and his balls flipped forward to slap against her pussy from below.
They came together, jerking and writhing, their sweating bodies slipping all over each other, and the slushy sound of his spurting, plunging cock pistoning in and out of her sucking asshole mingling with their grunts and gasps. Sue Robin gave a final spasmodic jerk forward, and his cock slipped out of its tight prison. She flopped forward on her face on the bed and Jack dropped beside her, panting, his heart pounding madly.
They were both so drained they nearly went to sleep, but after a few minutes Helen nudged them alert, a fresh drink held toward each of them.
"I think you set some sort of record that time," she commented brightly. "I'm just sorry I didn't have a movie camera. Nobody will ever believe it."