Bruce had the people at the airport call her and she was waiting for him when he set the Cessna down and parked it. She watched as one of the airport mechanics talked with Bruce for a time, probably getting instructions about how to care for the plane. Bruce was very fond of the Cessna and he always took very good care of that which he cared about. She sighed and stretched and then checked her face in the mirror on her visor. She was quite pleased with the way she looked.
The long, involved sessions of masturbation that she had enjoyed for most of the day did wonderful things for her. She would often spend hours using the vibrators and some of the other little gadgets that Bruce bought for her and himself, too. He was very good about that. Most of the things that he bought were capable of use by both.
She got out of the car and stood beside it as Bruce began walking toward her. She knew that she made a very fetching picture standing beside the gleaming red convertible. She was sure that she looked like something out of Playboy and she was proud and filled with Jove and seething ardors. She could see Bruce's adoring grin and she knew that she had done well with her appearance. She was wearing his favorite miniskirt and pantyhose and with her bright blonde hair hanging down her back she looked like a pretty young thing out of junior high. She loved to work hard trying for the very young look. She was sure that Bruce was especially horny for very young girls, kids, practically. She couldn't hate him for that. Many men were like that, she knew.
He walked up to her and then she was in his arms and they were kissing and panting and tonguing each other's mouth and he practically lifted her off her feet.
He put her into the car and she slid over. "You drive," she said. "I'm so horny I'd wreck us."
"I am, too," he said, smiling at her. "You know what that outfit does to me. I get so nervous I am liable to smash us up."
She leaned close to him and her lips found his and she kissed him with a wet mouth. She was drooling and they both knew it.
"Drive on deserted streets," she said shakily, "and I'll suck you off. That will take the edge off for you. Then you'll be able to drive just fine."
He gave her his idiot grin and her heart lurched, filled with love and boundless affection for the handsome young man who was sitting beside her. She looked into his big brown eyes and she could see the little imps dancing in them with great glee. When she touched his crotch she could feel the immense erection he had. She shivered and her hand molded and caressed his meat from outside his trousers.
"You'd better get us out of here," she said, "or sell a few tickets. One or the other."
He kissed her and he was just as hot as she was. "Baby," he said, "I don't know what I would ever do without you."
She snickered. "You don't even know what to do with me."
He started the car and drove it out of the airport grounds. The top was up and there was a feeling of great privacy in the car. She began unzipping his pants and then she got his big cock out. Her fingers slipped inside and began handling his balls and as soon as he began driving in a rather deserted country road, she bent down and put her face into his lap. She got him into her mouth and as soon as she began tasting him, she lost her head and started sucking fiercely, flicking her tongue back and forth against the sensitive throat of his stiff cock. She could feel the throbbing begin. He had to stop the car while he shivered and shook with the rigors of a frenzied orgasm and she swallowed contentedly, tasting, savoring, forcing more and more his nectar from him, feasting shamelessly, as eager as any gourmet at work. She wriggled herself into a position of greater comfort and then she began sucking him again, slowly, expertly, seeking more of his honey, but in a ladylike way, she thought.
He began driving again and she kept his organ in her active mouth all the way home. When he pulled into the garage she flicked her tongue lightly and expertly against supersensitive meat and then he was erupting again and she was devouring him with a hunger that drained him dry for the time being.
She was coming, too, and she could feel the wet, trickling sensations between her legs as she enjoyed the harsh, pulsing thrills of exquisite orgasm. She was always like that; as soon as she began sucking a prick her own loins would begin seething and gathering. Each time she would reach a special plateau of purest sexual sensation, her loins would quiver and clench and then the lovely orgasm would begin and last for a long time. Then, when it was over, she would be sexually quiescent for a moment and then it would all begin to build anew. All of this would happen just because she was busy with sexual activity and no one would have to touch her at all. She had learned over the years, that she could experience the most delicious orgasms by not being touched. But, when she was being attended to by a partner, she would have to shift gears emotionally so that she could accept and enjoy the efforts of a partner. But she was always glad to shift gears. She was a dedicated, eager hedonist and she knew it. Bruce knew it, too, and he loved her for it, he said. And, he certainly was willing to join her at any time. Any old time at all.
He told her how much he liked her new car and then he stood with her for a moment or two, gazing around him at the beautiful countryside that was below them. Hidden Knolls was a very wealthy and select community and he had told her that its inhabitants were snobs, but they were delightful snobs.
She had read once in a magazine about the swingers in her select and exclusive community and she had teased Bruce once about joining some of the well-publicized groups and he had been only too willing. Now she was beginning to wonder if discussing the matter again might not be in order.
Bruce got his luggage from the trunk of the car and they went inside the house. He carried his bags up to their bedroom and Linda went along with him. She was still horny, probably even more so now than ever, simply because she had had a taste of him and she was soaked between her legs. He put his bags on the bed and while he opened them, she began peeling off her pantyhose and then her pants. Her miniskirt did little to hide her crotch and when he saw the cute picture she made with her hairless slit exposed for his admiration, he took her into his arms and they kissed passionately, and his fingers went to her crotch.
He had a way of resting his palm against her pubic bone while he rubbed her there and his fat middle finger rode back and forth in the slippery trench, and then, when she was practically writhing in sexual frenzy, he would let his finger slide into her seething well and his palm would move in a way that teased her clit into a state of great excitement and she would begin to shiver and shake, the quivers and quakes of orgasm would begin and she would kiss him, tonguing his mouth frantically while her loins would clench and spill with ecstasies of great magnitude.
She loved it when Bruce did that to her and the woman's one-track mind desired more.
He pushed her down onto the bed and he knelt and licked her drenched flesh, licking her white thighs like a hungry dog and then, just when she was sure that she was going to die of frustrations, he would zero in on home plate and she would feel his stiffened tongue sliding into her hole and his fingers would tease her clit. Just at the right moment, he would shift his mouth, move it upward to capture her clit, and then his tongue would do its work. As soon as she began to spend and spill her honey, he would move his mouth down to the place of greatest torment and while she was coming he would suck fiercely at her pulsating cunt. He was expert and she knew that he loved the nectars that he was able to suck from her crotch. He was always telling her about that. Too, he was always thinking up new ways to make her give him more of his favorite delicacy.
He was especially hungry for her now and she twisted and turned, writhing and squirming in delicious agony while his tongue and lips drained her loins of their juices. When he was finally willing to quit, she was limp and utterly enervated, too weak to move.
He sat down on the bed beside her and he lit two cigarettes, placed one of them between her lips. He helped her to sit up and she moved helpfully so that he could get her blouse and bra off. He loved her naked breasts and they were so pretty, so pertly perfect, she was glad to have him look at them. She puckered her lips in a long-distance kiss for him and then she grinned as she reached out to touch his fierce erection.
Bruce said, "I brought us some presents."
She was suddenly alert, smilingly eager to see what he had brought to her. He opened a small black box and took out a large dildo. There were other boxes and they all contained parts and equipment that was designed to go with the first dildo he showed her. There were at least six dildos of varying sizes, a chastity belt-type harness, and many parts and gadgets.
He explained it all to her. There were dildos of different sizes that could be fitted into the rectum and the vagina and then energized by a battery. Too, the dildo that became a simulation of the male organ could also be energized and the whole assembly was remarkably clever.
He was playing with her sexual flesh while he talked to her and she became decidedly wet and soupy down there. He was smiling at her, then he kissed her, sweetly, happily.
"Let me put one of these lovely things into your cunt," he said. "And then I'll show you how to work it."
She was quite willing. She lay back and shifted her hips upward so that he could slide the big fat imitation cock into her depths. It felt nice and filling and she was quite thrilled with the gadget. He connected a couple of wires to some terminals on the end of the dildo and then he gave her a small gadget that was like the remote control switch she used for the TV. He showed her how to turn it off first. Then he pressed it down and she jumped as a warm, pulsating current began leaping and surging in the dildo. She could feel it and it was a lovely sensation. She knew that she could not stand much of that sort of stimulation without coming, and when he pressed the gadget again, a powerful surge of current began stimulating her and she popped.
She was unable to sit still and he held her and kissed her, then he increased the current and she began to shake violently as a brand-new type of stimulation teased and aroused her most sensitive flesh. She was coming fiercely and then she began a brand-new orgasm of even greater intensity and they were overlapping and she lost control of her brains and her body and she simply gave herself up to complete enjoyment of the fabulous sensations she was feeling. Bruce clicked the control again and then she was delirious, almost hysterical, and Bruce was helping her to get the utmost in pleasure from the gadget. He was kissing her lips and handling her breasts the way she liked him to handle them and she slid down on the bed, her whole body arching and sagging intermittently as the powerful currents raced through her. Bruce put his hand down there and he slipped the dildo out of her cunt, then he pushed it into her asshole and she went ape, clawing the sheets and kicking her feet around and she was aware that Bruce was staring down into her tortured and twisted face.
"If it's so wild, baby," he said, "I'll take it out."
"Oh, God, no," she whimpered. "It is so lovely, so wonderful, but I just keep coming, nicer every time."
"Isn't that nice," he said, smiling. He bent and kissed her squirming mouth and then he was gone and a second or two later she felt his mouth covering her spilling cunt and she knew that he intended to feast upon her quivering cunt for as long as she could stand it.
She stood it for hours and when she finally reached the stage where she was normal and utterly without interest in sex for a time, she shut the dildo off and Bruce took it out for her. They went into the bathroom and when she saw the state he was in, she sat him down on the seat, then knelt and quickly popped him.
They stepped into the shower together and she kissed him. When he put his hands on her private flesh and began to arouse her anew, she giggled.
She pushed him away and tilted her head so that she could gaze up at him with a harlot look. "Tell me the magic words," she ordered with mock imperiousness.
He shivered and she reached out to touch his cock. It was stiff and as hard as steel as it nestled against his belly. He stared at her with a bad-little-boy expression and then his face got a sullen look on it. She squeezed his cock and he gasped in pain.
"Tell me," she ordered.
"I love you," he said, "I adore you. I live only to serve you and make you happy. I want only to be your devoted slave."
She nodded, smiling happily.
"Kneel, slave," she said, "and I will give you your reward."
He knelt and then his upturned face was between her thighs and she reached out and turned the shower off. He closed his eyes and squatted down closer to the tile floor. She parted her legs and then she unleashed a hissing, endless torrent. She used her fingertips between her legs to guide the golden shower against his face, to turn it into a thin spray. She was snickering as she did it, enjoying what she was doing to him, knowing, too, that he loved it when she did that to him.
When it was over, she gave him her hand and helped him up onto his feet. His face was dripping and she moved close so that she could kiss his lips and she tasted some of her own fluid but she just didn't care. She reached out and turned the shower on again. The water cleansed them and brought them to a shivering realization that they were hungry and would have to do something about food.
They dressed and went out for dinner. She pirouetted for him before they left the bedroom and she could see the expression in his eyes and she knew that she was lovely. It was a grand feeling. She moved over so that she could kiss him and she gave him a little tongue.
"Don't get looped, darling," she said, softly. "I want you to fuck me when we come home. Try to remember that."
"Sure," he said, grinning. "Did you like your present?"
"Oh, yes," she said, her smile sparkling and her eyes dancing. "That is quite a gadget."
"I have another present for you," he said. "Even nicer. It will be delivered tomorrow."
She was tempted to make him tell her what the other present was but she didn't. She knew that he loved to surprise her and she was quite willing to be surprised.
They went to one of the town's better supper clubs and they had a leisurely, delicious dinner and they danced and then she saw Carol and Fred Stacy and they joined them. Carol was a stunning young blonde. She was only twenty-two. They had three handsome young kids who were Fred's by a previous marriage.
Bruce told her that Fred's was one of the richest and most influential families in the area. He owned a rock quarry and did little real work. He and Carol were very fond of her and Bruce and she was always a bit envious of Carol because of her well-groomed beauty. She had seen her in a swimsuit once and the glorious perfection of the lovely blonde's body was a bit upsetting and she could see why Fred adored his girlish young bride.
Carol was watching her too intently tonight and she felt a bit uneasy, but then Carol smiled at her and she patted Linda's hand.
"You are so lovely, Linda," Carol said. "It always transfixes me a bit. I just love to look at you."
"You can afford to be generous," Linda said. "You are so pretty it hurts to look at you."
Carol laughed with great merriment. "We can start our own mutual-admiration society," she said.
They had several more rounds of drinks and they smoked some more cigarettes while the band played a set for those ambitious enough to want to dance. Suddenly Carol sat back and gazed at Linda with undisguised interest.
"Did you two kids ever think of trying some outside fun and games?" Carol asked.
Linda stared at her. Bruce was watching her and she just didn't know what to say.
Carol laughed at her. "Oh, come now," she said, "you must have known that this place is alive with swingers and swappers and all sorts of groups. That's why many people move here. They hope to be invited to join one of the groups."
Linda looked at Bruce and she smiled. Then she turned back to gaze into Carol's lovely eyes.
"Do you two belong to one of the local groups?" she asked, wide-eyed, eager. Carol laughed softly and she reached out to pat Linda's hand again.
"Darling," she said, "Fred and I are members of the most select group. We are on the membership committee and that is why I am talking to you two. We love having you for friends but there are so many other things that we can think of to do with you and to you. We are quite inventive, dear."
Linda was so excited that she was shaking. Fred was watching her and Bruce was, too. Carol's eyes had never once left her face. Carol's hands covered hers on the table and she smiled into Linda's eyes.
"Do think about it, dear," she said. "We'll talk about it again sometime."
Linda shook her head. "No," she said. "Let's talk about it now. Bruce and I have discussed this sort of thing before." She turned to gaze at Bruce and she could see that he was quite interested and quite impressed by Carol's beauty. "How do you feel about something like this, dear?"
Bruce grinned as he said, "I'm all for it. You know the way I am."
"Yes, dear," Linda said crisply. "I sure do."
Fred and Carol were watching her with a brand-new eagerness and Linda was suddenly turned on full blast. She wanted to make sure that she and Bruce could be accepted for membership in Carol's exclusive group.
"How do we go about becoming members?" Linda asked.
Carol reached for a cigarette. She took one from the pack on the table and Linda could see that the lovely blonde's hands were shaking. She could understand that, she was shaking, too.
"It really isn't as simple as one might suppose," Fred said. "First you make a formal application for membership, then you are invited to spend a weekend in the home of a couple on the membership committee. If you are satisfactory applicants, then you are invited to visit the next group meeting and there you are either accepted or rejected. It is done that way so that any reservations either of the new members might have can be dealt with before they actually are presented to the group. And, of course, our little club is wide open. Our members enjoy every imaginable facet of sexual activity."
Linda stared into Carol's eyes and she could see the hidden hunger there. Carol was getting hotter by the minute too and it showed in the blonde's beautiful green eyes. She ached with a quick desire to hold Carol and make her feel better.
"Couldn't we spend our probationary weekend with you two?" she said softly. The quick gladness that leapt into Carol's eyes told her that she had said exactly the right words. Fred looked at Bruce and he smiled. He was a handsome man, about thirty-five, and Linda knew that he had turned her on many times. He had sex appeal practically dripping from him, and when she thought of sucking his cock or accepting it between her legs she was almost dizzy with a quick and eager wanting.
"I would like that very much," Bruce said.
"We would, too," Fred said.
Bruce sat back and played with the ashtray. The band was playing soft, seductive music and Linda was filled with a sudden, trickling warmth and she knew that she would have a grand time with Fred and Carol. She and Bruce had been talking about trying to join one of the clubs in the area and now it was going to happen. The excitement that she was feeling in her loins was just too delightful to ignore so she sat back and seethed while her glands expelled huge amounts of nectar and her crotch tingled and glowed with pleasurable sensations.
"Why don't you two come over to our place?" Bruce suggested. "Tomorrow is Saturday and we could begin our little session then."
Fred looked at his gorgeous wife and she was smiling.
Linda said, "They have three kids, dear. What do they do about them?" The abrupt and rather revealing silence that greeted her question made her aware of new and even more delightful elements alive and busy in the milieu she was about to enter.
"Their kids play games, too," Bruce said, smiling.
"How nice," Linda said. Carol was gazing at her with a smile on her lips. She was gauging Linda's reactions to what had been said.
"The youngsters are so handsome," Carol said. "So healthy, and knowledgeable. We were faced with a choice. Either accept the fact that they would fool around on the sly, or let them learn to enjoy all facets of sex under our guidance and supervision. We took a vote and chose the latter. The children are very happy and we have such good times. Rachel, our thirteen-year-old daughter is on the pill like me, so we have no worries. She and the boys are very ardent and eager participants. We would very much like to visit with you for a weekend of fun and games. All of us."
Linda sat, her head spinning, her loins blazing, and she listened while Bruce and Fred talked about the way things would work out. When she and Bruce finally left the restaurant, she was so excited she went down on Bruce as soon as he started driving them home. She popped him twice but even then she knew that he would be wild and ready for more as soon as they got into bed.
Bruce helped her get ready for bed. She had eased the pressures for him, she knew, but she was drunk on sexual excitements and she giggled when she saw the way her pantyhose clung to her crotch. She had come so frequently during the evening she had glued her filmy under-things to her vulva.
When she was naked, Bruce began kissing her and she was suddenly too hot to be sensible. She wanted him in her and she pulled him down on top of her on the bed. She used her fingers to guide him into her slippery sheath and as soon as she felt him in her body, she began having massive orgasms, spasms of sexual throbbings and clenchings and her whole midsection was alive and squirming with wild sensations. She felt the lively, throbbing organ in her cunt and she was smashing her bottom against his thighs with fierce and frenzied thrustings. Then she was soaring and cresting and bursting. He was coming, too, and she felt sure that her crotch and her brain were both going to explode at the same time.
He fell upon her, gasping for breath, and she was, too. She could feel the slippery juices slipping out of her tight little sheath and he was up again. His hands turned her onto her belly as he slid his cock into her cunt again, but she knew that was merely preliminary. A few thrusts later he slipped his cock out of her cunt, and while it was dripping with the fruits of their orgasms he slid it into her asshole. She yelped in quick delight, feeling every little millimeter of his hard cock as it pushed its way into her asshole. She was especially alert in that part of her body and Bruce was eager to have her enjoy everything that he could provide for her. He began sliding his cock in and out in her tight little hole and then she was bursting and his fingers were between her legs and he was helping her to achieve a new and greater sexual splendor.
She began to crest and then her mind left her and she became a vegetable, seething and quivering and spilling and she knew that Bruce was eating her cunt. She was alert when he gave her the honey kiss that she always liked after these sessions and then she sort of slid into a blissful • slumber and she was sure that he was licking her cunt gently and sweetly even as she fell into sleep.
When she woke in the morning, he was already up and she was alone in the bed. It was very early and she wondered why Bruce would get up so early. It was not like him. She climbed out of her bed and she spent some time in the shower, washing away the dried sweat and other vestiges of a night sex session. She slipped her robe on and went into the kitchen. Her car was gone and she was alone in the house.
She remembered then that Fred and Carol and their kids were coming to visit for a weekend and she wondered if Bruce had gotten up to go and bring them to the house.
She sat and smoked several cigarettes while she dawdled over coffee. She began to think about the many delights that would be available when Fred and Carol and their youngsters arrived. She felt a twinge of fear, worried that she would not be able to perform sexually in front of the young people. She was inclined to regard a thirteen-year-old girl as a child and the boys were fifteen and quite good-looking, but they had long golden hair and they were almost girlish. Perhaps they were fags. They were twins, she knew, but she didn't know very much more about the boys. She could only remember their pictures.
Carol had shown them a picture of Rachel, their lovely daughter, and the teenager was spectacularly lovely. She was wearing a swim-suit in the picture that Carol had displayed and the twin bullets on the young girl's chest had been quite remarkable and Linda was sure that no padding was involved.
The girl's hips and thighs were very lovely and quite well developed and she wondered if the girl's development had been hastened by a steady diet of male hormones. She suspected that the girl was a bit too well developed for her years and she had read somewhere that a steady diet of semen could do wonders for a girl's physical development. She snickered aloud as she thought about that. If semen could do wonders for a girl she should be quite startlingly alluring. She swallowed lots of it. Then she thought of her own pulchritude and she was aware that her own person and all of its elements had been blissfully and beneficially improved.
She looked up and saw that Bruce was driving into the yard. He had taken her new car and she wondered where he had gone with it. She got up and went to the door to welcome him home and when he got out of the car, he saw her and grinned.
"I went after your present," he said.
He opened the trunk of the car and got out a big box. She saw the perforated holes in the box and she sighed. He had gotten her a pet and she didn't want a pet.
She stepped back to let him walk into the house and then he set the box on the floor of the living room and he bent down to open it. A fluffy white poodle plunged out of the container and it sat up and gazed up at her for a moment. She bent and gathered it into her arms and the dog began licking her cheek and she held it to her tightly, loving it.
"That is Fluffy," Bruce said. "I bought him as a present for you. I know that he will give you many hours of bliss, many hours of very real enjoyment."
"Thank you, dear," she said. She stepped close and kissed Bruce's cheek and when he took the dog from her, she hated to let him go.
"Come upstairs," Bruce said. "I want you to get acquainted with Fluffy."
She followed him upstairs and when he pushed her down on their bed, she felt decidedly guilty about letting the little dog see what might take place in a bedroom.
Bruce was holding the dog under his arm and when she settled back against the pillows, he opened her robe and then her legs. He put the poodle down between her legs and in a moment the dog had zeroed in on her little slit and he began licking her there. She started to push the small animal away but then she began to feel the delightful sensations that the dog's tongue was inducing in her cunt and she began to come right away.
Bruce was standing beside the bed, watching her. He seemed to be very pleased with the way things were going. Linda was bouncing around and squirming on the bed and the poodle was sitting down and licking her whole crotch quite ambitiously and steadily. Linda's legs opened up like a flower that feels the sunshine and she was deliriously happy and thrilled with the little animal and its skillful tongue.
"The dog is trained to do that," Bruce said. "There's a guy a few miles out of town who raised them. He says that the dog will lick for hours, so when I'm not around and you are horny, let Fluffy give you a little fun."
"Oh, I will," Linda said breathlessly. The little tongue was becoming more and more expert and the animal was licking and devouring her juices as fast as she released them and she began having one orgasm after another. She reached for the bulge in Bruce's pants and when she got his stiff cock out, she began licking it as concentratedly as her new pet.
The little dog was a very wonderful gift and as the animal continued to lick her most sensitive parts, she sighed and gave herself up to voluptuous joys and when she popped Bruce she devoured him with a shameless gluttony. But, he didn't complain.
After all, giving her the educated dog had been his own idea.
She loved Bruce dearly. He had so many nice ideas.