"Since the ice has definitely been broken, why don't the two of you scoot over and make room for us?"
Maggie's head spun in the direction of the voice and she gasped at the sight of Belinda and Ted standing in the doorway. Both of them were naked and the other woman was holding Ted's cock as determinedly as if she'd just bought it at a rummage sale.
They bounced across the floor, Belinda's lovely, full tits swaying gracefully, and they piled onto the bed beside David and Maggie. Sitting up hastily, her knees drawn up to shield her body, Maggie watched them.
Ted's prick was rock hard, and Belinda guided him onto his back, his cock thrusting up like a flagpole. With a blown kiss to her husband, the blonde woman hoisted her loins above Ted's, her hand snatching hold of his dick to steady it for her descent.
Close enough to touch the other couple, Maggie realized for the first time that Belinda's cunt was entirely hairless, the deep pink of her gash blatantly exposed. Maggie's eyes stared at that cuntal crevice, watching as Belinda eased it down upon Ted's waiting cock.
"Ohhh," Belinda whispered as the cockhead slid between her glistening cuntlips, the fat bulk of Ted's prick spreading her deliciously. She thrust herself down upon it, taking it all the way home in one smooth action, and her hands came down to grasp Ted's hipbones. She swayed from side to side, her big tits wobbling, and Ted's fingers shot up to capture her pink nipples. Belinda leaned forward so that he could cup the ends of her tits, and she began to fuck him, riding above his body, ass lifting and falling on his impaling cock.
Ted manipulated her nipples as though he were a farmer and she a cow. His fingers pulled her nipples, dug into the soft breast tissue, squeezed and molded the pliable mounds. Belinda's head was thrown back, her long hair falling and swishing, and purring sounds bubbled from her lips.
She was beautiful, Maggie thought. No wonder Ted had been so anxious to fuck her. Strike that. He'd already been into her. At least two weeks ago, or so David had confided. Had they been planning for tonight all that time? Part of Maggie felt resentful, as though she'd been manipulated into doing something against her wishes, but the rest of her, still shivering from the come she and David had shared, didn't really care.
And could she blame her husband? Belinda and David were a beautiful couple, obviously quite persuasive. She assumed Belinda had made the overtures at work. Somehow she couldn't see her husband sidling up to the socially prominent volunteer welfare worker and drawling, "Hey, babe, you wanna fuck?"
But once it had started, she could understand why Ted had gotten so involved in the idea of free access to Belinda. The woman was incredibly lovely, with that wholesome, Miss America face and blonde good looks that seemed ignorant of what voluptuous curves and contours lurked below her neck. And her body – Maggie had always envied girls built like Belinda. She'd been on the tall side all her life, very slim with small tits that, even the stimulus of the Pill hadn't rescued from B-cups. Oh, Maggie had everything she needed, true enough, but sometimes, when she saw Ted's eyes wavering to take in some other woman's shapely figure, she had yearned wistfully for the visit of a fairy godmother who could wave a wand ad turn Maggie into Raquel Welch's twin sister.
She envied Belinda that glorious tan, too. It was June already and Maggie's body still had most of its winter paleness. She'd been in the back yard a few times in her bikini trying to soak up some sun, but it was a losing battle. Twice she'd seen their neighbor, who worked afternoon shift, using his binoculars to spy on her through his kitchen window.
But Belinda! Maggie made a mental note to ask the other woman if she used a sunlamp during the winter or if her tan was entirely a summer creation. Belinda's body was golden and glowing everywhere. Maggie sighed in admiration and shifted her legs. She was no longer startled from the sudden entrance of Ted and Belinda and, she, realized belatedly, it didn't really matter if they happened to catch a glimpse of her naked front.
Ooohh! She touched the bedspread, feeling the enormous wet smear there. Her fingers rubbed her still-tender cunt and brought away a few lingering drops of David's jism which were caught in her pubic hairs. It was the mingled orgasmic fluids seeping from her body which had soaked the bed. She looked at the damp stain, wondering if it would wash out.
Sucking, smacking sounds drifted into her ears and she turned her eyes upward. David was kneeling beside Ted's prone figure, his lips glued to Belinda's. They were kissing like newlyweds, oblivious to all that surrounded them, and Maggie understood for the first time what David had told her. It was true. The young couple could have free, unrestrained sex with people outside their marriage without damaging their love for each other.
David's hands stroked Belinda's shoulders, twined among the strands of golden hair that shook and jiggled with the motions of her fucking body. His lips pressed hers, drifted along her cheek to play around her ear and into the nape of her neck. As Maggie watched, David took one of his wife's hands and they locked fingers affectionately.
Maggie went onto her side, snaking across the bed and going to work on Ted's mouth with her own. He opened his eyes, saw that it was Maggie.
His lips parted and her tongue shot inside. One of Ted's hands reluctantly abandoned Belinda's tit and folded around Maggie's head as she dripped her saliva all over his face. She kissed him hungrily, signaling with her mouth that she had no regrets, no recriminations.
A sudden inspiration flooded Maggie's brain. She tugged her lips away from Ted's, wriggling her head from the embrace of his arms, and turned her attentions toward David, who was busily engaged in kissing his wife's lovely lips.
Maggie's hand bee-lined for David's crotch, crinkling through his pubic hair, finding the limp, sopping dangle of his fucked-out prick. He shifted his body to give her better access and she made a fist around his soft cock, massaging it vigorously. Come juices clung to his meat, making it slippery, but Maggie held it in a firm grip, determined to give David's cock a fresh lease on life.
Her head dropped in, tongue batting out to flog the tender knob of his cock, and she tasted a tiny droplet of his jism for the first time, finding it to be of excellent quality. Maggie's tongue bobbed around and around his cockhead, licking, scraping, and teasing the slit opening at the very peak. She worked him with her fingers at the same time, wiggling his cock as she blew her breath across its moist shaft.
She took his cock in her mouth, sucking in the limp stalk, and her hands clasped avidly upon his balls. She pinched at the scrotum, jangling the balls inside, and she heard him groan heartily. At the same time his cock began to grow inside her mouth, stiffening quickly, forcing Maggie to pull her head back lest it jam down her throat and choke her.
When she took her mouth away his cock was stiff and eager, his wet, reddened shaft jutting up at a fierce angle. His lips smacked off Belinda's and he looked toward Maggie, whose fingers were walking up and down the length of his hard-on.
Belinda and Ted, meanwhile, were in the middle of what promised to be a long, tantalizing fuck. She was still astride his body, and she was using her hips to pull sensuously at his buried cock. Almost languidly she rose and fell on Ted's prick, sighing as her ass lifted and her cunt pulled almost free of its welcome intruder, cooing and purring as she dropped once more to take his cock all the way home. From the way she fucked it was obvious that Belinda Rodgers was a woman who enjoyed taking her time.
Funny, thought Maggie. When she and Ted fucked he was on her like a brushfire, rabbiting his cock in and out, their hearts pumping frantically until the sheer force of their balling sent both of them over the top in bursts of orgasm. But now Ted was giving it to Belinda slow and easy, letting her decide how much, how fast she took inside her cunt. Maybe he was right. Maybe the experience of making love with other people and learning other techniques would be beneficial for both of them after all.
She opened her mouth and began to swallow David's cock. He slipped into her easily and cheerfully, thrusting his prick across her tongue until it triggered Maggie's gag reflex and she had to stop his progress. He pulled back considerably, withdrawing his cock until the sudden tightening of Maggie's lips advised him that he was in a comfortable position.
She moved her tongue around the head of his cock, wiping away the big drops of spit her salivary glands were exuding, and she let her head twist from side to side, up and down. Her teeth scraped gently at the hard flesh of his cock and her soft lips massaged away whatever pain that might have caused. About half of David's prick was in her mouth then, and Maggie brought her hands up to stroke the exposed portion as well as his bouncy sac of balls.
Her cheeks sucked in as she pressured him, drawing in, puffing out, and drawing in once more. The rolling of her tongue continued in an easy, rhythmic fashion. Maggie could feel the bed moving softly as Ted and Belinda fucked and she tried to make her mouth dance to the same beat. There was no need to hurry. She could suck him all night and she was sure that he could dig the idea of fucking her mouth all night too.
Maggie knew that she should feel wicked and depraved but somehow she couldn't. At that particular moment it seemed the most natural thing in the world that she should be giving head to a man in full view of her husband, that her husband should be fucking another woman in full view of Maggie. Her mouth moved skillfully on his cock, and she felt the stirring of delight in his responsive body.
Still sucking cock, Maggie shifted her eyes to stare at Ted's face. His eyes were bright and happy and she knew that he must be enjoying very much his time inside Belinda's cunt. A flicker of alarm shot across his lips. Maggie knew that expression. It meant that he had been, for a moment, on the verge of blowing his nuts. Even Belinda's slow fucking couldn't make him hold back forever. She looked up at Belinda. The other woman was breathing harder, little gasps seeping past the pearly teeth that chewed on her lower lip. Each time Ted tugged at her nipples Belinda made a soft moaning coo, and it was clear that she too was nearing her climax. Maggie could only hope that it was as good for both of them as it had been for her and David a little earlier.
She pulled back her head and now only the tip of David's cock was in her mouth. Her lips rubbed it, her teeth were locked in place behind the ridge of the cockhead, and she made an insistent, muffled noise that hummed and vibrated along his shaft. Her hand wrapped around his cock and she squeezed. Somehow, some way, he got the message she was trying to send him, and he lay down on the bed, stretching out beside her.
Maggie, propped up on her shoulder, hovered over David and worked her mouth on the head of his cock. His hand dove into her crotch and she threw a leg back to give him room. Fingers teased the lips of her cunt, slipping inside, and she knew he was about to give her a reply of the earlier fist-fuck. All his fingers were in her cunt now, and she felt him working his hand through her greasy, flowing juices, lubricating the heel of his palm for its insertion. Maggie gulped as she took him into her, but this time she knew what to expect and she could groove on the amazing job of stuffing her cunt with no need to fear any potential damage to her cuntal walls.
It was all in her now, his entire hand, shoved in wrist-deep, and he was turning it slowly within the tight grasping channel of her curt. Maggie felt as if she were being turned around and around on the bed. Her head swain and for a moment she forgot to continue sucking his cockhead, nearly letting him slip from her mouth in that brief loss of control.
Her mind snapped to attention and she grabbed hastily at his escaping cock. Her hand gripped it tightly and, still mouthing the tip, she began to jerk up and down the loose layer of outer cock flesh. Her hand moved in a flurry of excited motion, masturbating him from the balls upward, bumping her lips every time she stroked toward her face.
Faster and faster her fingers shucked on his hard cock. She felt him growing bigger, harder, hotter in her grasp, tasted the thin, watery pre-coital fluids that oozed from his cock, felt at the same time the steady action of his hand in her cunt. He seemed to be going in deeper. Could he really do that? Could he insert his entire arm in her cunt? Wouldn't her womb block his way? She didn't care! She was willing to find out what happened when he got that much inside her. Thank God he wasn't wearing a wristwatch! He'd have scraped her clit to a bloody shred and sent her into an orgasm from which she might never come down.
She tightened the suction of her lips an his cockhead as her hand shot up and down, faster, faster, faster. Sensations boiled in her belly, bubbling ever more energetically, barreling outward along the path that led to the open wound of her cunt. Maggie was floating in the air, high above the bed, looking down at herself and at its other occupants with a curious, detached eye. Automatically her fist continued to work on David's cock and reality suddenly smacked her in the face as his cockhead swelled to gigantic proportions and his balls emptied out their cargo of spurting jism. Her mouth filled with his hot cum and she drank it down, hungry as a fifty-dollar whore. A second explosion, and a third, hammered into her mouth and still there seemed to be no bottom to his cream pitcher. Maggie swallowed until her throat ached and his surplus dribbled from her weary lips even as her own orgasm struck. Her mouth continued to work its magic but her mind was in a realm where colors ran wild and sounds were harmonious.
She didn't even notice when Belinda gave a whimpering cry, at almost the same moment, her loins writhing around the cock that pierced them, nor did she hear Ted's moan a few seconds later as he pummeled his cock upward into Belinda's sucking, rippling cunt, filling it with juices and fluids that gushed in a milky river from the parted lips of the blonde girl's pussy.
Ted lay on his side, panting softly as David and Maggie came apart. Belinda had crawled off his limp cock, her shaven cunt dripping jism, and she sat at the foot of the bed, her face a mirror of inner contentment.
"I suppose this was what you wanted," Maggie told her husband, David's cum still hanging in wet bubbles on her mouth. She wiped at it with her fingers, licking them clean.
Ted nodded. "Didn't you have a good time?" he asked.
Maggie turned to Belinda. "And I understand you and Ted have been making it on the side for a couple of weeks."
"Does it really matter now?" Ted cut in. "Maggie, you're not gonna make a scene now, are you? I mean, you were into it yourself and you can't deny that."
Maggie moved closer. She felt an itching between her cuntlips and her hand flew out, locking around Ted's cock.
Ted moaned at her touch. "Hey!" he called. "Be gentle! I'm still kinda tender right there."
Maggie gave him a wicked smile. "You said that swinging could improve our sex lives. And in two weeks you must have had – oh, let's say ten extracurricular sessions with Belinda. That means you owe me eight orgasms. And I'm ready to collect."
Her hand twisted, wrenching his cock with a delicious degree of cruel abuse. She felt him stiffen perceptibly but it was not enough. Her head dropped and she flipped her tongue twice across his engorging cockhead before sucking it into her mouth. A strange taste assaulted her senses. She could detect the flavor of Ted's cock, the tang of his freshly spilled jism, and, overriding those, a different, subtle, erotic sweetness. Only as she felt the cock bulging in her mouth did she realize that she must be tasting the juices of Belinda's cunt, clinging to her husband's cock. By then he was stiff and rampant, his heavy prick lying across her tongue, thrusting its point deep into her mouth, and she had to release him or choke on his cock.
Maggie sat up straight, her hands fondling her husband's prick, verifying its steely erection. "That's better," she smiled. "I knew you could do it." She flopped onto her side and jammed her ass against his crotch. One leg lifted and stretched back across his thigh so that his cock lay along the moist, hungry lips of her cunt. She reached in from the front to tweak the sensitive head, grinning at Ted's sudden howl of discomfort.
"What's the matter, swinger?" she taunted. "Remember – you've got a wife to satisfy, too!" Her cunt was still wet from the cum David had given her earlier, as well as from her own climactic fluids, but she felt it growing squishier by the second as she rubbed it with Ted's cock. With a squeal of triumph she jiggled her ass, fingers guiding Ted inside her open cuntmouth.
He thrust hard, filling her pussy with his thick, hot cock, and his hands worked around her body to clutch at her stiff-nippled tits. Maggie had teased her husband to rutting readiness but now he was in control, his cock rampaging inside her slick cuntal channel.
She liked this position. It was one of their favorites and it took him deeply inside her. Not quite as deep as David had managed, but David's cock was a bit longer than Ted's. But on the other hand, Maggie told herself, Ted's cock was one of her oldest and, best friends. She knew all its pet ways and habits, its likes and dislikes, and, after experiencing it, she was certain that womb prodding was a sex trick she wanted only in moderation.
Here, now, she could feel her cunt being stuffed with Ted's thick cock and she could get off on the sure, sensuous in-out, in-out strokes he gave her. Her leg went back, locking behind his, and she pushed back against her husband to help him get inside her.
Belinda and David sat watching from opposite corners of the bed, until their eyes made locking contact. Belinda grinned at her husband, wondering aloud, "How about you? Can you get it up just once more for me?"
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" David replied, shaking his stiffening cock in her direction. Belinda went onto hands and knees, hurrying past the flying legs of Maggie and Ted. She threw herself upon her husband, her mouth sucking at his, her hands toying with his cock, hastening the process of making it ready to fuck.
He placed her on her back, knees up and apart, and he climbed into the haven of her body. Belinda's fingers spread her hairless cunt until the head of his prick was inside, and then she thrust up with her hips, embedding him within her. A gurgling sigh oozed from her lips and she wiggled as he fucked her.
Maggie's cheek lay on the bed only scant inches from Belinda's blonde locks. She could even smell the fragrance of the other girl's hair. Belinda's eyes were closed as she accepted stab after stab of David's cock. She seemed to be in a private heaven and Maggie, having been fucked by that same prick not very long before, could appreciate what the other girl must be feeling.
But Ted gave her as good as she had gotten from David, Maggie reminded herself. Belinda had gotten a first-class fuck from Maggie's husband, she had gotten herself a cunt full of hot cum, and unless Belinda Rodgers was a first-class actress, the blonde swinger had also enjoyed the erupting excitement of her own churning ovaries to cap the swap.
She might hate herself in the morning, Maggie mused. But she didn't hate herself now, and she certainly didn't hate Ted.
Why should she? He was fucking her as hungrily as he had that very first time, a few months before their wedding. Whatever he had already done with Belinda, both tonight and during the past two weeks, it didn't seem to interfere with the way he could give love and sex to his wife. Indeed, unless Maggie was greatly mistaken, he hadn't come at her with such hot intensity in some time. His cock was swishing through her pubic hair, splaying her come-tender cuntlips, and his hands dug frantically at her titties.
Her neck, too, was quivering as Ted's lips and teeth attacked it, his face burrowing beneath her hair to get at the flesh beneath. His tongue flipped across her ear. Maggie liked that. Sometimes she could almost climax on the spot if Ted licked and chewed her ears in a special way. She hoped he wouldn't do that now. Somehow it seemed very important to her now that they climax together, his cock squirting inside her cunt, her pussy muscles rippling in excited reply.
From the feel of him now it wouldn't be long. His cock strokes were becoming shorter, more demanding. Each time he prodded his way into her he sighed mightily and his pelvis smacked her ass, while his fingers grew viselike on her soft tilt Maggie strained and fucked back, anxious to build herself up, to come with him, but it was a losing fight. She had to be teased and played with to reach her highest peak of orgasm and there hadn't been time for it. He was going to dump his boiling load inside her and she was going to be left high, dry, and wanting.
Maggie tensed her facial muscles, strain showing, and she struggled to speed up her reactions. Her leg moved, toes sliding up and down Ted's thigh and calf, and she dredged through her mind for every crazy fantasy that had helped her through steamy masturbation bouts as a teenaged virgin, anxious yet afraid.
She fancied herself naked, dancing for a roomful of sailors just returned from a seven years' voyage at sea. Around and around the dark, smoky chamber she whirled, her nipples stiff, her legs flashing, giving each horny seaman a private peek at the peachy treasure between her sleek thighs. She felt their hands reaching to touch and strake the body she was showing off, felt their arousal boiling like overheated soup, and then they were upon her, a dozen at once, each grabbing at her. Thrown onto the edge of a table, her legs dangling over the side, thighs parted, Maggie kicked her heels anxiously. "Come on," she whispered, "whose going to be the first?"
Maggie, the captive of a hulking brute of a man – she saw him as totally hairless, his bald head shining like Kojak's, enormously muscled, and naked. His cock thrusts up like a cannon and his balls shook as he approached her. Tied to his bed, spread eagle fashion, Maggie was also naked, sweat glazing her frightened body. "Please," she whispered, "don't! I'm a virgin! I've never fucked anyone before in my life! You'll kill me!" Laughing away her entreaties, he advanced upon her, stroking his powerful cock to underscore the shame of what she must soon undergo. Oh, she thought, why had she ever been so foolish as to think she could capture the brutal leader of the criminal gang single handed? Why hadn't she left it all to the handsome, masculine private detective.
His hands ravished her nudity, fingers pinching at small brown nipples until they became long, hard brown nipples. Goosebumps flourished on her flesh. She could feel a dripping between her thighs as her cunt reacted involuntarily. His thumb tested the tightness of her cuntlips, reaming inside the snug orifice. Maggie twisted and writhed until the ropes dug and cut the tender flesh of her wrists and ankles, and all her exertions helped not one whit. The bed creaked as her assailant climbed aboard, and he was upon her, his heavy, hard body smothering hers, fingers guiding his cock into her virginal cunt.
The door flung open and Maggie looked across the shoulder of her attacker. "Oh, help me!" she screamed with the last feeble burst of energy left to her, and the handsome private detective was crossing the floor with the irresistible power of Superman.
His hands seized the criminal, flung him to the floor. Maggie watched breathlessly as they fought. Her lips quivered as she cheered on her hero. Her eyes brightened as she saw him pummel the naked bald man into jelly. Now he was with her, releasing the ropes that bound her body. Maggie looked up at him, eyes full of love and appreciation. "You've saved me," she told him. "How can I thank you?" And even as she spoke she saw him stripping away his clothing to reveal a cock beautiful and stiff beyond her wildest dreams.
"Yes," she sighed then, her virginal fingers touching that cock of his, feeling the erotic arousal that pumped it to shattering erection. "Yes, yes, take me now – here – let him see what he couldn't have!"
And then they were fucking, Maggie and her detective, screwing on the bed, his cock moving too skillfully to cause her the slightest pain, and through it all the bald man sat on the floor watching through narrowed eyes, tied in his own ropes and unable to move. "Yes! Yes! YESSSS!" Maggie screamed as her body erupted in a blinding flash of light and joy.
Something was touching her hand – something soft, something teasing. Maggie opened her eyes and saw Belinda's fingers stroking her palm. The nail scratched her palm teasingly and Maggie's eyes went wider. Back in Winnipeg, when she'd been growing up, bays had always claimed that was a sure turn-on signal. If a girl let her palm be scratched, she'd be on her back with panties don in absolutely no time. It was something everyone knew. Maggie had heard the same thing in Idaho, after her family moved there, and she had been afraid to let a boy get so intimate with her. Experience had proven that it was only a myth. Or was it?
Maggie's fantasies had failed her and her body had fallen far behind Ted's in the race to mutual orgasm. She had almost resigned herself to an unsatisfactory kick, but the relentless, tantalizing scratching of Belinda's fingernails on her palm suddenly sent her into a rising crescendo of feeling. There was a tickling sensation on the back of her neck and she could feel that telltale throb at the base of her spine.
Belinda was still kicking David, screwing him as though they had all the time in the world. She was obviously enjoying it, but she still kept most of her wits. Her hand took Maggie's, brought the fingers to her lips. Her mouth opened and she sucked the fingers inside, rolling them on her lips, laying them with her pink tongue.
Maggie moaned at the unexpected treat, and she could feel a frenzy building inside her body. Anxiously she twisted her hips as her cunt gobbled up Ted's cock. Ted moaned, and Maggie did it again. This time he gave a shuddering sigh, clutched her tight, and fucked her for all he was worth. She felt his cock lunge, jerk, and explode inside her, coating the sticky walls of her cunt with a load of jism and, as Belinda began to nibble on her fingers, Maggie too exploded in a wet climax of her own. She could no longer recall how many orgasms she'd enjoyed this night and, as tiny come smashed home upon tiny come, melting into one giant release, she didn't care. It was good – no, it was better than good!