Jim hardly knew what was happening to him. It was unbelievable. And yet it was happening. He felt his blood run chill.
"Just relax, Jim," his wife said.
"That's right, Jim. relax," said Bunny Lonsdale in throaty tones.
Relax?
His whole body was like a stretched rubber band. A spring coiled to the limit of its endurance. What did they mean relax? What were they doing to him?
Darlene nearly smothered him with her breasts and was holding him down, flat on his back, by the shoulders. Below, where he couldn't see her, Bunny was doing something to his shorts. He could feel it! She was unsnapping the top button! She was pulling the zipper down! Good lord, could this be happening to him?
It was happening to him.
Darlene was stark naked, her body thrown across his chest, her breasts hanging down into his face. God, he must have dozed off. He could hear the storm all over again. It sounded worse now than it had the day before. Every once in a while he could see out and determined that they were still in the adobe. Where was Pete? Lord, what the devil was all this?
He felt his shorts being pulled down and he instinctively cringed. That had to be Bunny doing that to him, he knew. And he thought that she, also, was naked. What the hell…? He must have slept, but for how long? He had no way of knowing. But what a way to wake up. He tried to hold his feet down when Bunny got the shorts that far, but she hoisted his legs up and off they came, Next, she tugged on his underwear.
Jim cringed. Darlene laughed and Bunny echoed her.
Jim was puzzled. Just the two of them. And him. Pete was gone. That's right. He remembered now. Pete had gone somewhere after breakfast. If only I hadn't kept drinking beer, Jim thought. And then I must have fallen asleep. But Bunny and Darlene doing this to me! They must be drunk or something. They had to be drunk!
Jim's mind reeled with all the possibilities of his situation. The adobe was dark and the rain was steady and hard. He tried to raise up enough to see Bunny, but Darlene was too strong for him in his weakened condition. Too much beer. But that didn't explain why his wife and his boss's wife had ganged up on him like this. He felt his undershorts go off the same way as had his Bermudas and knew that he was now as naked as a dawn sprite.
"What're you doing?" he mumbled to Darlene.
"Having fun," she giggled.
"Yes, Jim," piped in Bunny, "we're gonna have some fun. The three of us."
"I-I don't understand," he muttered.
Darlene laughed and jiggled her tits in Jim's face. He snorted and tried to squirm away.
"Don't, please," he said.
"Are you embarrassed, Jim?" mocked Darlene. He knew that he was, but didn't answer.
"Well, Bunny and I are going to see that you learn how to live a little. No embarrassment, baby. Come on, Jim, now loosen up."
His pulse pounded in his temples and he felt faint. He knew that Bunny was looking at his nakedness and despite himself he felt an erection beginning to form. He tried to think it down.
"Oh, how cute," said Bunny.
Good lord, were they both drunk or.., crazy? He didn't know.
"What?" asked Darlene.
"Our shy friend's beginning to wake up all over.”
"You mean he's getting his pecker up," said Darlene.
Bunny laughed. "Yep. He sure is. Look."
Jim squirmed as he felt both pairs of eyes fixed on his pubic area. Were they teasing him? Well, it wasn't fair.
"This isn't fair," he said aloud.
"All's fair in love and war," said Darlene. She was slightly tipsy, he decided. He tried to look at her face. Her eyes would tell him. But it was too dark in the adobe to see that clearly. He felt a fingernail brush against the head of his cock.
"Fair, schmair," said Bunny, as she proscribed a circle on the head of Jim's dick. "Look, Dar, it's struggling to get up out of bed."
The two women laughed. Jim felt humiliated. "Cute little jigger," said Darlene.
"It looks like a bald little old blind man," said Bunny, giving Jim's cock a slight pinch with two fingers. Jim winced, although it did not hurt. The tweak she gave him had sent a shot of electricity straight up to his asshole and it surprised him.
"Is it alive?" asked Darlene.
"Barely," said Bunny. "I think it needs artificial respiration."
"Blow on it," said Darlene, breaking into an uncontrollable giggle.
"Blow on it!" shrieked Bunny. "Did you hear that, Jim? Your wife told me to blow on it! Wowwie! I was going to suck on it. But blow on it!"
She put her lips down and blew a jet of air on the hole at the tip of his cock. Jim again tried to squirm away.
"Okay, you girls have had your fun. Now let me up," he demanded.
"It's starting to breathe," said Bunny. She was slurring some of her words slightly. Jim was sure now that both women were stone drunk. This was all too fantastic to believe. He was bewildered, and he thought if he got up he could get his bearings and recapture some of his lost dignity. But Darlene and Bunny were having too much fun to let such a thing happen. They had planned this and weren't about to be cheated out of their entertainment.
They had begun to talk about it after breakfast. Jim had felt self-conscious after Pete left. He felt strange sitting there with the two women, so he had lain back and dozed off. This gave Bunny and Darlene a chance to compare notes and to chat about their husbands. Jim hadn't heard a word If he had he would've known what the women were up to now.
"How did you like Jim?" Darlene had asked Bunny.
"Shy, but nice," said Bunny. "He needs educating."
"I think you're right. He's always been on the square side. This is probably the best thing that ever happened to him."
"Only he doesn't know it," said Bunny.
Darlene laughed quietly. "Oh, you're so right, Bunny."
"Maybe we should make sure he knows what's going on," said Bunny, her eyes twinkling.
"What do you mean?"
"Turn him on. Way on!"
Darlene looked down at her sleeping husband. "You mean gang up on him?"
"Yes. Gang bang him. You and I," said Bunny.
"Wow! I never thought I'd get to participate in group sex on my own husband."
"Well, do you want to, Darlene?"
Darlene licked her tongue over her lips. "Are you kidding? It sounds like a ball!"
Bunny reached down then and put her hand in side Jim's shorts, feeling his cock. She fondled it while Darlene watched and felt her insides flood with a hot dampness. She hurried getting out of her clothes.
Jim felt his cock rise up in stiffened arousal despite his wish to keep it down. Bunny's eyes were glazed with desire as she bent her head again.
This time she took the head of Jim's cock in her mouth and gently sucked on it. Jim shook the cobwebs loose from his brain as best he could. He was no longer able to deceive himself about what was happening to him. Bunny's mouth was shooting hot shocks of electricity through his now-risen cock, her nakedness perspiring with animal desire, her wet mouth full of heat. She massaged it with her tongue to its fullest size and hardness.
"How do you like that, Jim?" Darlene husked.
"Mmmmm, God, I can't lie," Jim moaned.
"You damn well like it, don't you?" Darlene insisted, her eyes glazing.
"Yes, oh yes, dammit!" he exclaimed in frustration.
Darlene watched Bunny's mouth in fascination. It was distended out of shape, full of Jim's now enormous cock. As it slid up and down on the slick pole, shots of desire peppered Darlene's pussy. She found her own hand going down between her legs. She didn't care if either Jim or Bunny saw her masturbate. She needed it too damned much. Seeing Jim's cock being laved like that by Bunny was driving her up the wall with lust. So her hand found her wiry pubic hairs and parted them. She found her pussylips and plied them wide, entering her own hot pussy with the tip of her finger.
At about that time, Bunny shifted her body. Jim was groaning louder now with the animal sounds of pleasure as Bunny copped his throbbing joint. Bunny's ass swung out over Jim's chest, straddling it in such a way that Darlene could look right at her slit. It was too much for her. She reached up with her other hand then, falling back on her own haunches, and stuck her finger, inside Bunny's bun.
"Ooooh, that was an unexpected surprise!" exclaimed Mrs. Lonsdale.
"Good?" asked Darlene.
"You betcha. Keep it up, honey."
Darlene needed no urging. She couldn't see Bunny's mouth on her husband's prick anymore, but she could see Bunny's upended ass and her own finger fucking it and that made her even hotter than before. She could see the honey seeping from Bunny's cunt, slow and milky. The flesh seemed to be independent of the rest of her body. When her fingertip touched Bunny's clit, Bunny would ram her ass backwards like freight cars coupling.
Darlene was still fingering herself with a slow deftness that brought her pleasure enough. But she was more fascinated by Bunny's reactions. She enjoyed watching a cunt at work. She became so absorbed in this work that she forgot her own masturbation and focused all of her attention on the slit hanging in midair in front of her. She tried her finger inside it from all different directions. She withdrew her finger and cupped the cunt, feeling its softness, its pliancy.
She made her hand into a fist and gently banged it against Bunny's pussylips. She stuck two fingers into Bunny's twat, then three, then four, and finally, with just a small amount of effort she parted the cunt lips and stuck all five fingers through the streaming damp slot.
"What're you doing back there, Darlene?" muttered Bunny, her mouth full of saliva and the seepings from Jim's cock.
"Just messing around," Darlene giggled. She was happy and high.
"You mean fucking around," Bunny laughed. "Well, fuck ahead, girl."
"I sure will," said Darlene. "Jim? You enjoying that blow job?"
"Ooooh," Jim moaned, afraid to answer his wife.
"You bet he is," affirmed Bunny. "And I'm going to suck him dry."
"Leave some for me," said Darlene.
"Oh," groaned Jim. "Oh. Oh."
Bunny went down on him again, swallowing his entire joint as though it were a popsicle.
Jim Baker shuddered with pleasure and gave out another moan. "Oh!"
Darlene tickled Bunny's clitoris with two fingers. She watched, fascinated, as Bunny's buttocks began jiggling with the rhythm of her stroking. Her ass seemed to bounce in the air like a faded rubber ball split in two. Darlene couldn't get over it. It was like sticking her fingers into a fleshy well surrounded by streaming moss. The cunt lips seemed to open of themselves as she finger-fucked them with increasing variety.
But this wasn't enough for Darlene.
"I'm going to make a train," she said giddily.
"What's that?" asked Bunny.
"Just never mind. Get over Jim like he was going to eat your pussy," she ordered.
Bunny shifted her body again and she had her pussy over Jim's face.
"Good," said Darlene. "Now hold it right there for a minute."
Darlene went behind Bunny's extended ass and put her arms around Bunny's leg dog-fashion. Then she scrooched herself up so that she could put her tongue into Bunny's cunt. She shot her tongue inside Bunny's cunt.
"Oooooew!" squealed Bunny, delighted.
Then she got the idea. "You've made a train," she told Darlene.
Darlene's tits hung down in Jim's face. "That's right, Bunny, I've made a fucking train. Now go ahead and suck my husband off and I'll eat your pussy."
"Oooooh," said Jim, as Bunny went down on him once again.
Darlene connected with Bunny's pussy and tongued a jolt of electricity into her clitoris. "Mmmmmmmm," said Darlene, nudging upward with her nose, her tongue stabbing deep.
"Mmmmmmmm," murmured the cocksucking Bunny nearly choking to death on Jim's knob.
"Mmmmmmmm," mmmm'd Jim thrusting upward with his joint, his eyes closed, but feeling his wife's tits dangling nearby.
And several things happened all at once to bring them all together in a mutual pact of enjoyment.
Darlene gushed like a schoolgirl feeling a cock inside her cunt for the first time as orgasm burst inside her.
Bunny came as Darlene's finger twanged particularly hard against her raw throbbing clitoris. And Jim shot his milky wad into Bunny's mouth, his sperm stalactiting off the roof of her mouth and dripping down into her open throat. The moans were all intermingled and sounded like the mewings of ravished virgin kittens.
It felt good to each of them, all coming at once like that. It made them feel like a team. A fucking team.