Jill flinched every time Harry came near her. Which was often. She and Hal were out with Harry and his wife, Anne, having dinner in a rather nice restaurant. The meal was spoiled for Jill by Harry's loud, crude general comments.
Hal had been right about only two things. The first was that Harry wasn't all that bad-looking, in a meaty, coarse way. The second was that his wife Anne was really a knockout. A tall redhead, icy cool, with the eyes of a hunting leopard. Her eyes were now fixed hungrily on Hal.
"Hey! Carcon!" Harry bellowed, even though they were in an Italian restaurant. "How's about some more of that Dago red wine?"
Jill flinched. The waiter looked around stonily, brought a battle of wine and filled Harry's glass, his features wooden with distaste.
"Atta good boy," Harry chuckled. "You keep the eats and booze comin', you're in for a big tip."
Harry looked up, straight into Jill's eyes. She felt herself trapped by his gaze. Despite his clownishness, there was a lot of raw power in Harry.
"You're gonna get a big tip, too, baby," he murmured. "The tip of my…"
"Harry, be a good boy and eat your potatoes," Anne cut in coolly. "But first, pull your big, clumsy foot out of your mouth."
Harry guffawed. "Haw! I did it again, did I? Well, hell, look, at her, Anne! Ain't she something?"
He stared hungrily down Jill's cleavage. She tried to look indignant, but was still under the smell of that long intense look he had given her. She felt slightly shaken, as if she had suddenly had a glimpse much deeper into Harry's soul. Her flesh crawled with loathing and distaste, but paradoxically, she felt a funny fluttering little hunger whimper into life up inside her surprised snatch. My God! Was this ape starting to turn her on?
Such a weird scene. She was expected to sleep with Harry. That's what the evening was all about. Hal certainly meant to sleep with Harry's wife. The two were eyeing one another with undisguised lust. No doubt Harry would want an even swap. Could she do it? Jill wondered.
Harry annoyed her further when he made a big deal of paying the entire bill, which was over a hundred dollars. He stuffed two twenties in the waiter's shirt pocket on the way out. The man pulled the crumpled bills out of his pocket and looked as if he were going to spit on them. He didn't.
"Hal, I'm tired," Jill complained as they sped away from the restaurant in Harry's Eldorado. "I think I'm going to get a headache. Can we go home?"
"Just you don't worry, chicken," Harry bellowed, doing nothing for Jill's slightly pounding head. "Old Harry's got the cure for anything that ails a woman. Keeps it all rolled up neat in his shorts."
He snorted with self-amused laughter at his own crude joke. Jill felt a rising panic. She dreaded going home with Harry and Anne. Hal would no doubt leave her alone with Harry while he pumped his nuts off in Anne. Not that she was afraid Hal would let Harry rape her or anything. No, what she was afraid of was that she would let Harry rape her. There was a perverse attractiveness about the big man. The thought of his cock hammering up into her nervous cunt both horrified and fascinated her.
Harry and Anne's house was huge, a rambling modem in a quiet suburb. The pounds were all fenced in. "You can run nude all around the place in broad daylight and nobody can see in," Harry boasted. Couches, swings and hammocks dotted the grounds. Jill imagined she saw cum stains spotting each one.
More couches and beds inside the house. Most of the rooms were big, opening into one another. A series of semipublic halls.
"Well, here we are, folks. Just hang your clothes en the hat rack. I'm gonna mix us some drinks," Harry boomed, heading for an immense bar built along one wail. "What'll yours be, little lady?" Harry smirked at Jill.
She doubted he was talking about booze, but she nevertheless asked for a bourbon and soda. When the drink came Jill hung onto it like a drowning person onto a raft. She chugged down half the drink in one gulp, sighing with relief as the alcohol soaked into her system, relaxing her somewhat.
Harry made drinks for Hal and Anne, too, who took them and went together into the living room, or what Jill took to be the living room. The room with the bar was almost as big and the two rooms were separated only by a low divider. Jill was able to see Hal and Anne's heads as they talked animatedly together. She knew, from having glanced into the room before, that they were sitting on a broad, comfortable-looking couch, almost a bed.
Jill's body jerked as she felt Harry's hand on her shoulder. She turned to face him. The big man was still leering at her. She sensed he was ready to make his move.
Jill looked back towards Hal, hoping for help from his direction if she needed it, and she thought she was going to but Hal and Anne seemed to have disappeared. Then Jill heard rustlings and whispering from the couch. Anne and Hal wanted to make love!
"You know, little lady, they got the right idea," Harry murmured. He put one hand on each of Jill's shoulders, forcing her to face him. "C'mere," he grunted, suddenly crushing her fear-tensed body to his. His lips were on hers, demanding, his tongue diving into her mouth as she started to protest.
For the next few seconds, Jill had her hands full trying to find a way to breathe. Harry's big meaty hands were all over her body, pawing her tits, digging into her ass-cheeks, sliding around towards her crotch. She was too stunned to struggle. And after all, wasn't she now supposed to be the adventurous woman, on the prowl, hot to fuck?
Her body thought so. As much as Harry disgusted her mind, his powerful male form, pressed tightly against her, his hot moist lips, his knowing hands, were beginning to have an effect. As much of a slob as he was, there was something erotic about him. Something animal.
Jill knew she was panting. Her cunt was heating up. "Please… no," she whimpered, but made no move to resist when Harry shoved his hand down the front of her dress and started tweaking her nipples. Her knees felt weak. She thought she was going to fall. She might have, if it hadn't been for Harry's powerful arm holding her tip.
Harry – she wasn't sure how he managed to do it – somehow got the front of her dress open. Her bra gave him no trouble at all.
"Jesus!" he muttered when he saw her naked tits. His eyes feasted on the smoothly rounded, pink-tipped orbs. Jill was breathing hard. Her tits rose and fell provocatively.
With a muttered groan, Harry buried his face against Jill's tits. He began licking and sucking her nipples. Jill sensed them getting hard. She hardly knew what to do. She was still revolted by the idea of Harry fucking her. But his rough lovemaking was having an effect. Hot tremors of pleasure radiated out from her well-sucked tits. Her cunt juice was flowing, soaking into her panties. Her breathing was quick and ragged.
But the confused young brunette desperately damped her thighs together when Harry finally reached a hand up underneath her dress.
"No!" she gasped. "I can't… I just can't!"
Harry's eyes narrowed. Was this cunt playing games with him? he wondered. In his own primitive way, Harry was thinking. He knew the set-up had been clear when he invited Hal and his wife out for the evening. At least he'd made it clear to Hal – they were going to swap wives. Hell, the bastard was on the other side of the room divider right now with Anne! Harry could tell from the state of Anne's breathing that Hal at least had a finger up her twat. So… it was his turn with Hal's wife.
And she was a looker! Harry had been impressed with Jill the moment he'd seen her. A lush brunette. He'd wondered about her knockers from the beginning. Were those big jugs real? Well, he'd found out. His hands and mouth had dug into their firmness. Now he ached to get hold of her cunt. Was it tight? Was it juicy?
"Come on, baby. Ain't we gonna get it on?" Harry rasped.
"I… I don't think so," Jill said shakily.
She was turned on, she had to admit. The big ape had started her cunt steaming. But to actually give herself to… Well, she'd have to be a lot more turned on than she was. Still, Jill's eyes kept wandering down towards the crotch of Harry's pants. A growing bulge testified to how aroused he had become, pawing her naked tits.
Harry's eyes were boring into Jill's again. She wished he wouldn't look at her. His eyes always made her feel weak and helpless. Like a snake staring at a hypnotized bird.
"Your husband's fucking my wife," Harry mapped. "I wanna fuck his."
"Is he?" Jill said inanely.
"You bet your stuck-up ass," Harry growled. "Here… take a look."
He seized Jill by the upper part of one arm and hustled her closer to the divider. It was only waist-high. This close, Jill, by leaning forward a little, could see straight down onto the couch. She gasped.
Both Hal and Anne were completely naked. Automatically, Jill appraised the other woman's body. It was good. Long and lithe, but not thin. Big tits, jilting up towards Hal's face as she lay on her back. And most fascinating of all to Jill, Anne's pussy hair was flaming-red. A thick patch of russet fur nestled between her long, graceful thighs.
One of Hal's hands was thrust up between Anne's legs, the middle finger disappearing up into that nest of thick red pussy fur. Slowly, Jill became aware of a wet sucking sound, and saw that Hal's finger was sluicing slowly in and out of Anne's cunt.
She could see the other woman's pussy-flesh now, pink against the darker red of her cunt hair. Bit pussy-lips, thick and soft-looking, clamped tightly around Hal's invading finger.
Jill felt she should be disgusted. My God, after all, that was her husband with his finger stuck up another woman's snatch!
But she had never seen another couple making love before. Jill was fascinated. Particularly by the rapt expression on. Anne's beautiful face. My God, did she herself look like that when she was fucking?
Anne's face glowed with pleasure. Her tongue flicked over her lush red lips as Hal finger-fucked her cunt. Her hips undulated slowly, sensually. Jill saw her reach up and gently take hold of Hal's head.
"Suck my tits," the redhead purred, puffing Hal's face down against her swollen globes.
"Mmmmnnnn," Anne sighed as Hal's lips closed around one pink, turgid nipple.
Her hands ruffled his hair as he started sucking her tits. When Hal moved his mouth from Anne's right tit to her left, Jill stand at the nipple he had just been licking. It was wet and shiny with his saliva. And hard, peaked up, a wrinkled little pucker of aroused female flesh.
Jill twitched as she felt a hand close around her own tit from behind. "They're really gettin' it on, ain't they?" Harry whispered into her ear.
His thumb and forefinger lightly pinched her nipple. She shivered with pleasure. Looking down, she compared her nipple with Anne's. A little smaller and smoother, and a little darker. But slowly puffing up, like the other woman's.
Jill stirred nervously as Harry's other hand circled around her from behind, his hand cupping her other tit. She felt a little too trapped this way. But his hands on her tits felt good. And since she couldn't see him, she felt less repelled by the big crude man. What mattered now was the feel of strong male hands on her throbbing tits.
Because Jill was definitely turned on. Less by what Harry had been doing to her than by the sight of her husband and Anne, writhing lewdly together on the couch.
Jill stared at her husband's cock. It was swelling, almost its full, aroused length. Nearly ready for fucking. How strangely different it looked when she knew it was soon going to slide up into another woman a cunt.
She watched Hal slide another finger up into Anne's twat. The redhead's thick pussy-lips pouted, opening to admit the second finger. Anne spread her legs a little wider, shifting her slightly, obviously making more room up inside her cunt for Hal's twin probes.
Jill was aware of Harry's hand, moving sensually over her own ass. She suddenly realized his hand was up underneath her skirt, right against her panties! But she also realized she didn't care. As long as she couldn't see Harry's face, it was all right. Anything he wanted to do to her was all right.
Harry reached around in front of Jill, his hand still underneath her skirt. She quivered a little when his hand slipped underneath the waistband of her panties, but she did nothing to stop him.
Harry laughed silently to himself. It had been a good idea to let this stuck-up bitch watch Anne and her old man get it on. She was heating up like an over stoked wood stove, he thought as his fingertips reached Jill's pussy hair.
The brunette was bending forward a little as she watched the panting naked couple on the couch. Harry had to bend a little at the knees to move his hand lower down the face of Jill's crotch.
Triumphantly, he felt the furry softness open up. Jill's pussy-slit was under his middle finger. The tendrils of curly hair parted, and a moment later his finger dipped into her slit. Jesus, but the bitch was wet!
Jill's breath caught in her throat as she felt Harry's fingertip slip into her quiveringly hot gash. She felt hot, dizzy, overcome with passion. Her eyes misted, shutting out the sight of Anne and Hal for a moment. Did she really want to do this? Did she really want. Harry's finger up her twat? Because, if she permitted him to do this, he most certainly was going to want to fuck her!
"Oh… the hell with it!" Jill murmured to herself.
As long as she couldn't see him, as long as she couldn't see that stupid leer on his arrogant face, it was all right. He certainly knew how to use his finger!
"Ooooohhhh," Jill moaned as Harry lightly flicked the tip of her clit. A searing wave of pleasure shot through her cunt.
Fighting for balance, Jill parted her shaky legs, opening up her cunt to Harry's rummaging finger. He leered triumphantly behind her. Now he knew he had her. Once he got a woman to open her legs to him, she was his!
But Jill was paying very little attention to Harry. Oh, his hands felt good, one mauling her tits, the other stuck up between her pussy-lips. But what fascinated her the most was Anne and Hal.
Anne, obviously ready to fuck, groped for Hal's crotch. Her fingers closed around his rigid cock.
"Oh!" he exclaimed shakily. "Your prick's so nice and big!"
Jill watched her husband's face contort as Anne began stroking his cock. She'd seen that look before, when she herself had touched his bone-hard prick. She knew she should be jealous to see another woman fondling her husband's hard meat, but oddly enough it excited her wildly. She wished Anne and Hal would stop playing around and start fucking!
Jill realized she might feel differently if she'd been standing there all alone, watching her husband make love to another woman. But with a man's hands on her own body, with her tits throbbing with pleasure and her pussy-slit full of hotly stroking finger, the sight only inflamed her.
She heard the sound of an opening ripper behind her. Jill's breath caught in her throat again. That sound could mean only one thing. Harry was taking his cock out!
Jill stared down at Anne's hand wrapped around her husband's prick. Her own fingers twitched hungrily. Not letting herself think about it too much, she reached around behind her, groping. She felt Harry's hand guiding hers. A moment later, her fingers closed around a hot, puking cock.
What a nice cock Harry had! At least a big as Hal's! Hard and thick enough, maybe even a little too thick, with a smooth tapering had.
Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all! Harry had been taken by surprise when Jill groped back for his cock. He'd thought he was going to have to more or less sneak it up to her cunt. He'd cursed silently when his zipper made so much noise.
But this weird, crazy bitch was now taking the initiative. She had to really be getting off on watching her husband making it with Anne!
Harry began to lose some of his cool as his cock heated up under Jill's eager stroking. He bent forward a little more, and was finally able to shove his finger a little way up Jill's pussy-hole. He felt her cunt open up to receive him, hot and wet, tight as he had hoped.
"Aaaaaahhhh," Jill moaned, her legs quivering as she felt her cunt quickly fill with finger. Her hand spasmed around Harry's cock, making him flinch.
Jill was becoming so excited she felt as if she were looking through a fog. Her hips began pumping a little, pushing her cunt down against Harry's finger. But it was hard to move, with both his arms circled around her body from the back, his body pushed against hers. She could barely grab hold of his cock, there was so little space between them.
Then Jill saw Hal pull his fingers from Anne's cunt. She could see they were shiny with the other woman's pussy juice. When Hal took hold of Anne's hips, to position her, his fingers left a sticky trail on the redhead's smooth, flushed skin.
He was going to fuck her! Jill realized. She watched her husband crawl into place over the other woman, his cock swaying and dancing stiffly. Anne's thighs were wide open, her crotch gaping up at Hal. Jill could see the pussy juice bubbling out of the other woman's cunt, soaking into her red beaver, smearing the insides of her thighs.
Jill held her breath, conscious of Harry's slowly moving finger up inside her own cunt as she watched Hal place the tip of his cock against the opening of Anne's waiting watch. She saw the bulbous cock-tip slide up inside. Saw the look of almost stunned pleasure cross over Anne's lovely features.
"Oooohhhh," the redhead moaned. "It's good. Feels so good up inside my cunt!"
Anne's lithe anus rose to circle Hal's body, pulling him down against her nude form. Hal's cock disappeared from sight. All Jill could see now was his ass muscles flexing as ho started fucking into Anne's cunt. The redhead began to move, too, her hips undulating sensually up against Hal's pumping loins.
An enormous lust swept over Jill. "Jesus, when am you going to fuck me?" she hissed back over her shoulder.
Harry was once again taken by surprise. God, what an exasperating woman! One moment all ice, the next, begging for cock! Well, he had plenty of cock to give her. She was now talking a language he could understand.
"There's another couch over there, baby. Let's get to it!" he panted.
"No! I want it right here! Standing up and watching them fuck!"
Harry's eyebrows raised. Then a slow smile twisted his coarse face.
"You bet yer ass, honey," he snickered. Taking his finger out of Jill's snug cunt, Harry bent down and peeled the brunette's wispy panties down her legs. The crotch was soaked through with the aroused woman's pussy juice. She languidly lifted first one foot, then the other, allowing Harry to completely remove her panties. Then Harry bent her forward.
"You just get a good long look at the way your old man's fucking my old lady," he snickered. "And hang on tight, baby, 'cause you're gonna get one hell of a cuntful of cock!"
Jill realized Harry was being crude again. He could be as crude as he wanted as long as he kept his promise to stuff her seething cunt full of cock.
She spread her legs a little wider, opening her thighs, shoving her ass lewdly back towards the grinning man.
Harry placed his hands on Jill's ass-cheeks, after he'd pulled her dress up high, tucking it in at the waist. Her richly curved buns were naked before him. Up underneath, where her hill thighs met, he could make out her pussy hair, puffing invitingly back between her thighs.
Harry ran one hand up between the brunette's thighs, seeking out her cunt. He felt her jerk when he found it. He stuffed a couple of fingers up inside her wet, welcoming hole, then smeared as much pussy juice as he could around her firm cunt-lips. He wanted her cunt as wet as he could get it.
Only then did Harry guide his swollen prick forward, slipping it past the crack of Jill's shapely as, up forward, until he felt it catch at the opening to her cunt.
Jill felt it catch, too. She tensed, waiting for what felt like a yard of hard hot meat to pound up into her eagerly waiting cunt.
Harry obliged her. Holding tightly to Jill's asscheeks, he slowly ground his cock all the way up into her match.
Jesus, but she was tight! He felt her pussy walls clamping around his advancing prick, hugging it snugly. And she was tight all the way up, not just around the opening. He felt his cock-head massaged by her slick curt. This broad was going to be one hell of a good fuck!
Jill stared misty-eyed down at Hal and Anne.
Now she was being fucked, too! She sympathized with every moan Anne made as she herself felt Harry's big prick skewer up into her cunt. And she didn't have to look at his arrogant face. Instead, she could watch Hal and Anne fucking. They did it very beautifully. Hal was evidently feeling quite tender toward Anne. He was fucking her with feeling.
Still, Jill wasn't jealous. Not as long as she had such a hard cock screwing up into her own cunt. Instead, she felt a great wave of affection for the eagerly fucking couple. Even for Anne, whom she barely knew.
Then she began paying attention to the bliss up inside her own cunt. Harry really knew how to fuck! He might shoot off his big mouth, brag a lot, but there was now no doubt he could use his cock!
"Aaaaahhh!" Jill whimpered, holding hard to the divider.
She dropped her head, unable to hold it up for a few seconds. Waves of feeling rippled through her cunt, stroked there by Harry's plunging cock. She shoved her ass back hard, trapping another inch of Harry's rigid dick.
"Jesus!" she heard him grunt, then felt him begin fucking her harder, which she liked.
Back to Anne and Hal. Hal had now raised himself up on stiffened arms, staring hungrily down at the lovely Anne as he fucked her. One of his hands closed around her right tit, squeezing the swollen globe. Anne whimpered louder.
With Hal raised up, Jill could see his cock again. She stared down between the other couple's writhing bodies. The thick base of Hal's cock protruded from Anne's big cunt, moving in and out in long strokes. Jill thought she could hear their genitals squishing wetly together. Or was it hers and Harry's?
Hal began fucking harder. Jill could tell from Anne's agonized moans that the redhead was going to cum soon. And she knew that look on Hal's face. So abstract. A sure sign of his impending orgasm.
She began urging Harry to fuck her harder, not by talking, but by waggling her ass provocatively back against his loins. For a moment he resisted, concentrating on leaning forward, squeezing Jill's swollen tits with his arms circling her sweating body from behind.
It felt good but Jill wanted more… more cock. That was what she wanted – cock! All the cock she could get!
Harry finally took the hint. He let go of Jill's tits. His powerful hands seized the panting, moaning brunette by the hips, holding her fast as he started ramming his bloated prick as hard as he could up into her squirming cunt. His thrusts nearly picked her up off the floor. He wondered how a woman with such a soft warm tender cunt could take such a reaming without being hurt.
But Jill was loving every moment of it. Her cunt was as elastic as it was soft. She knew now it was all a matter of attitude. If she wanted to fuck badly enough, the damned thing would never be too sore. The way Harry's big prick thundered up into her pussy-hole, seeming to reach all the way to her stomach, thrilled her. She loved the feel of his pelvis smacking against her ass.
Just as Harry loved the smooth feel of Jill's buttocks giving under his clutching fingers. Her cunt seemed to be opening up more. Not going loose and soggy, but seeming to welcome his hammering prick. Alternately, it kept clamping desperately around his sensitive organ, like it was afraid to let it go. He sensed she was getting ready to cum.
Jill was only vaguely aware of Anne and Hal fucking. A huge ball of fire seemed to be blossoming in her belly in slow motion. It hadn't exploded yet, but she knew it would.
Almost as if in a dream, she heard Anne cry out. The other woman's neck arched, until the only part of her touching the couch was the back of her head, her ass, and her heels. Every muscle in her beautiful body stood out starkly.
Then she was writhing wildly. Jill saw Hal throw back his head. His familiar howl of orgasm dinned at her ears. Now it was her turn. She felt Harry's big prick swelling larger and larger in her cunt, telling her he was about to shoot his hot load up into her cunt.
She couldn't be the last one, the only one left banging! Where was her orgasm? She stared down at Hal and Anne, saw her husband's sperm boiling out of Anne's cunt when he pulled it a little too far out once.
That touched her off. Just as Harry's first steaming-hot jet of sperm rifled up into her cunt, the fireball burnt, flooding Jill's cunt with white, twitching heat.
Her eyes opened wide, staring unseeing at the far wall. "Ahhhhh!" she whimpered. "Aaaahhh! AAHH! AAAHHH!"
Her ass slammed crazily back against Harry's loins. Her cunt clamped so hard around his cock that the next burst of sperm was trapped halfway down his jerking cock. He rammed in hard. Jill's cunt loosened a little inside. Then, as he spewed jizz into her again, her cunt began to spasm rhythmically, hungrily milking his cock dry.
Hal finished pumping his nuts off into Anne's hotly convulsing pussy. Only then did he become fully aware that his wife was staring down at him, bent over the room divider as Harry fucked her from behind. He could see his wife's body jolt each time Harry's hips slammed into her ass. Her tits, still naked where Harry had pulled down her dress, swung and bounced crazily. Her face was glowing, radiant with the heat of her orgasm.
"Jesus… what a woman," he muttered.
Then he looked down at Anne. She was one hell of a woman, too. Hal felt rich, complete. What a good move it had been to turn his wife on to other men!
Jill felt Harry pull out of her, his cock slithering noisily from her still-spasming cunt. She turned and gave him a tight smile. Any man who could fuck the way he could couldn't be all bad.
Harry bubbled over with enthusiasm. "Hey! You two are all right!" he crowed. "I was wondering for a while, but you're all right. Tell you what. I'm throwing a big party next Saturday… a swap party. You're invited. You gonna come?"
Then he saw his own unintended joke. "Yeah… cum, get it?"
For the first time, Jill really liked him a little. Just like a child, really. Nothing to be afraid of, and with that cock…
"And now," Harry laughed, "let me get at my wife. Got a soft cock here, and no one knows better how to get it up again."