Nancy Barber was more relaxed now; she wasn't as frantically worried as she had been when they had first removed Jim Harding's inert, unconscious body from his wrecked plane.
After he had been moved inside and carried upstairs to his own bed, she had taken complete charge of him. There was a nasty bump, on his forehead in combination with a superficial cut, which she had dressed. Then, in the privacy of his bedroom, she had undressed him completely, examining his body thoroughly for other injuries. She found a bruise on his chest and another cut on his knee. He also had a badly sprained wrist; otherwise, there were no serious injuries that she could find.
It was a real relief to her, when he opened his eyes, their pale blueness as yet unfocused as he looked about the room uncomprehendingly for a moment; then, he was stretching under the bed coverings, instinctively trying to find out how badly he may have been hurt in the crash. He remembered having been thrown forward hard against his seat belt. The plane was somersaulting and his head was banging into something… then there was nothing but unconscious blackness until this moment.
He saw green eyes below lustrous auburn hair looking down at him. "Nancy…?"
"Yes, Jim?"
"Did I total out the plane?"
"Yes."
"How about me?" he asked.
"You've had a bad bump on the head."
"No broken bones?"
"Not as far as I could tell, Jim…"
He realized then that he was naked under the bedclothes, as he slid a hand down along his bare flank.
"And, how in hell did I get here?" he asked, following it with another question. "Where are my clothes?"
"You were carried… Jonothan, Gene and Frank… and your clothes are right here! You won't need them for a while, though; you've got to stay in bed and rest!"
"Who said so?" Jim struggled to sit up; as he did so, he felt the sledgehammer blow of pain in his head.
"I did, Jim! I'm a Registered Nurse… and I'm taking care of you!" Nancy told him, pressing back on his shoulders to settle him down against the pillow.
"Hey! That's great!" he grimaced, reaching up to pull her down on top of him, his arms tight around her.
"You know, darling, you're lucky to be alive…" She snuggled into his arms… "and, you really should rest… since you did get the knock on the head…"
"Well… if I'm alive… nothing broken or cut up, then I might as well live a little… right?" A hand slid down her back to caress the soft, pliant moon of a buttock. "… And, I know the exact prescription that'll make me get well fast!" He pulled her head down and his lips captured hers, for a moment.
Nancy writhed free of his embrace, broke the kiss and sat up primly. "Really, Jim… is that all you can think about?"
"It's a damned good subject to think about any time!" he countered.
"Well, this isn't the best time… and good medicine says that you shouldn't be doing anything active for at least twelve hours!" she explained.
"Hogwash!" he ridiculed. "I feel okay except for one hell of a headache!" Then, with a sly smile, he added, "I could be passive… if you wanted me to be… and if you wanted to…"
"… To what…?" She knew, of course, but wanted to avoid it, if she could, not because she didn't want to but because she knew what was best for him.
"Suck me off!" He said it bluntly.
Gene Barber's wife looked down at him, fondness and concern both showing in her eyes and spreading over her finely formed face. "Jim… you know I'd love to! You don't know how much I've thought about you… while you were gone… and how much I was looking forward to the next time with you. You really turn me on… but it's really wiser, if you rest, now! Later on… MMmmmnnnn… it'll be different! Wild horses couldn't keep me away from you!"
"Okay, Nurse… you win! I'll rest for a while… then nothing will keep me away from you, either!" He settled down, relaxing into the softness of the mattress. As an after thought he asked, "Charlotte? Is she okay…?"
"Yes, she's just fine. Right now, she and Cheryl are finding out how much food we have… and she sent your guide for help."
"Why? There's the radio in the plane…"
"It's useless, Jim!"
He turned the information over in his mind for a moment. Smiling then he said, "Well… everything's been taken care of… almost!"
In a few moments he was sound asleep.
Nancy looked around, found a new novel by a popular woman writer with a reputation for not pulling punches and curled up in the comfortable leather chair beside the bed to read. She'd tell Charlotte, later, about the fact of his minimal injuries… but for now, she decided, she would be a little selfish. I haven't had him alone yet!
Frank Paynter came in through the rear door of the lodge into the kitchen where Charlotte was busily preparing the evening meal. He stamped wet snow from his boots and swept his eyes over her figure, very much liking what he saw.
Jim Harding's wife glanced over her shoulder at him, giving him a smile of greeting but went right back to her mixing of the flour biscuits she was preparing.
Coming in behind her he slid his hands in under her arms and reaching around cupped a soft breast in either hand. She shivered as he kissed the back of her neck.
"Your nose is cold Frank! Brrrrrrrr!"
"I'm just trying to get warmed up!" He burrowed his face into her lustrous black hair.
"Why don't you try a drink and stand next to the fire!" she suggested.
"You're putting me off…?"
"I have to, for a while… otherwise everybody will go hungry!" She told him, turning in the circle of his arms and threatening him with her flour covered hands.
Frank retreated with a grin and stood by the cookstove to absorb its warmth.
"Where is everybody…?" he queried.
"Do you really want an answer to that, darling?"
"Well, yeah… I thought Cheryl was helping you…"
"She was."
"But, she isn't now?"
"No."
"Is she in our room, then?"
"Yes."
"Well, I guess I'll go up and see how she is. There isn't anything wrong is there?" He was already headed for the door to the living room.
Charlotte stopped him with a warning. "Don't go up there right now, Frank!"
"Why?" He came back into the kitchen.
"Because Gene's up there with her!"
Frank stared at her hard, disbelieving it for a moment; then unreasonable rage surged through him. "I'll be damned! I'll tear him apart!"
He was already turning and charging blindly toward the living room. Charlotte moved fast, blocking his way. "Frank! Don't be a damned fool!" she hissed. "Isn't that what you wanted? If you start some kind of trouble… get into a fight with him, it ruins it for everybody… but if Gene can turn her on, get her to go with him, we all swing… together!"
Reason returned to him as he listened to her urgent plea.
"Anyway," Jim Harding's wife was going on, "your wife was the only holdout… so give Gene a chance! Let him lay her if he can. It'll make it better for you… and for all of us! Believe me… it only takes one partner objecting to what's going on to ruin a whole swinging scene!"
"Okay! I get it!" Frank agreed. "But for a second there, I just couldn't stand the thought of another man fucking my wife!"
"You'll have to!" she told him. "It's one of the hardest things for Baby Swingers to learn!"
Frank Paynter shot a look up the stairs and wiped a trembling hand across his face. "Yeah, you're right! I think I'll have that drink. I need it!"
He headed for the liquor cabinet. Charlotte watched him, heaving a sigh of relief; then she returned to the kitchen glad that one small crisis had been averted.
Nancy had read for perhaps forty-five minutes while Jim slept. The author, writing from a woman's point of view, yet putting in all the details, had recounted how it was… how it felt to be a woman, a sensuous, hot-blooded woman, fully aroused and lying beneath a man as he pounded hard man-flesh deep into her receptive vagina. It was all there complete to the last minute detail, and as she read on, avidly, Nancy couldn't help projecting herself into the story, seeing herself so much like the protagonist and living the scene with her.
Then she stopped reading as her own memories crowded in on her of that first night here in the lodge with Jim and Charlotte Harding. It had begun even before they had landed at the lodge. She and Charlotte had sat together in the rear seat of the plane, and it wasn't long before they found their common interest. They chatted about many topics, but when Charlotte's hand had cupped and fondled her breast, Nancy knew and understood what she had only suspected up to that point. Her own reassuring caress had brought their heads together for a furtive kiss. Charlotte's whispered invitation had surprised her thought. "How would you like to make-it with both Jim and me… tonight…?"
Before her marriage to Gene a year ago, Nancy had had sordid little affairs with both a woman and a man… separately, and she was a little surprised at Charlotte's offer. "Both of you… at the same time?" she had asked.
"Yes! It's a lot more fun that way!"
And, it was! Nancy still thrilled remembering how uninhibited she had become, as she had lain on their bed, her body sensation-packed, aroused beyond all control by Charlotte's mouth licking and sucking at her pussy… and then Jim had fucked her, his massive cock bringing her to two soaring climaxes, while she had, in turn, used her mouth on Charlotte.
God! It made her hot just thinking about it. It bothered her that her young husband Gene had taken such a hard-nosed attitude toward her declaration of sexual freedom for herself. I think it'd be an awful lot of fun for both of us… if he'd just loosen up and decide to swing, too! In a tight interpretation of the word Nancy hadn't been swinging before, but the Hardings; had explained a good deal of it to her. She embraced their ideas readily, making up her mind, on the spot, as to her own future… And, when we get back home… if Gene still feels the way he does now, I'll find another man to take his place! I'll go to every party I can… and according to what Jim and Charlotte told me there are plenty of them going on all the time!
Jim stirred and awakened. Instantly, Nancy was there beside him, looking down at him with a smile. "How do you feel, Jim?"
She reached out to touch his forehead, found it cool to her touch and heard him tell her that he felt great.
"Your headache?"
"Gone!" Then, with a lewd grin, he told her, "I think it just slipped a little."
"Do you mean?"
"And, I think there's a little fever, too!"
Quickly he kicked the covers down to the foot of the bed, and he lay there naked, hard muscled and lean, his pale blue eyes amused with her involuntary gasp of awe, as his hardened penis lurched, standing up straight and yearning from the blond hairiness of his loins.
"See what I mean, Nurse?"
She liked Jim Harding's bantering ways, the lightness with which he treated things, in sharp contrast to Gene's darkly forbidding approach. She fell in with his joking invitation.
"Yes, I do see what you mean!" She reached out to take the throbbing thickness of his penis into her hand. "There's definitely a temperature."
"You've got to do something about it, Nurse!"
"Well," she grinned, kidding him back, "I could bathe it in cold water to take down the swelling!"
"Sadist!" He reached for her then, as he sat up in bed, and pulled her down to sit beside him. "There's only one thing that'll cure this!"
He kissed her hard, his tongue lashing deep into her mouth to taste and savor the moist sweetness, while his hands began to unbutton her shirt.
She kissed him back, enjoying every moment of it, and when her shirt was opened and his hand cupped her brassiere-clad breast caressingly, erotically maddening electric sensations charged through her slim, willowy body. She wanted him, then, wanted him to take her passionately, with his long, hard cock ranging deep up into the yearning softness of her belly, but she wondered seriously whether she should let him… whether it was best for him. Fucking required energy, energy which he might not have, regardless of what he might think.
Tactfully, she ended the kiss and said, "Jim, darling… don't you think it'd be better, if you just take it easy and let me take care of you…?"
"I was thinking that you wouldn't get much out of it," he said.
"I'll use my hand on myself while I'm doing it! Okay?"
He was reluctant but agreed, "All right… if you're sure… but I want you naked, just in case. I might change my mind."
Nancy leaned forward as he pulled off her shirt then unhooked the snaps of her brassiere. Removing it, she tossed it on top of her shirt on the seat of the chair. Before she could rise, his hands captured both of her heavily mounded breasts, covering them and cupping them upward, her nipples erect and spiking out into the palms of his hands. Then he was rolling them between thumbs and forefingers, and her breath began coming sharp and raspy, as her sensitive skin responded to his caresses. It had always been that way with her. Her breasts, full, high and finely formed, wide-spaced on her chest, were the true gateway to her sexuality. More often than not a caressing touch of them caused her to become fully aroused almost instantly, it seemed. She mewled deep in her throat to him, "You'd better let me go, or I'll be changing my mind."
Lithely, she twisted her body away from him, freeing her tingling breasts from his stimulating hands and standing up beside the bed as she removed her tight-fitting men's jeans.
Jim lay back and watched her as her long slim thighs were revealed to him, their sleekly, tapered and svelte contours making his hands itch to touch them, caress them, and his throbbing cock ached to be plunging up into her receptive pussy nestled there softly between them. Then, with an undulant little wriggle of her hips she stripped off her panties. Jim whistled appreciatively as she turned and crawled up on the bed, his eyes devouring all of her milk-white body, accented by the coning pink peaks of her nipples and the dark auburn hair of her pubic mound, but her own eyes concentrated on the spearing lance of his cock cleaving the air above him.
Kneewalking into the angle of his legs as he parted them, Nancy crouched above his loins, one of her hands going out to grasp the massiveness of his rock-hard penis. Her fingers closed only part way around it, and deftly she worked the heavy foreskin of his cock back over the smooth rubbery head, feelings its fiery pulsing in her palm.
"I still don't see how you do it!" she said almost inaudibly.
"Do what, Nancy?" Jim queried looking down the length of his torso at her.
"After the way you were banged around in that plane crash!"
"I'm lucky, I guess… and I'm just naturally horny most of the time!" His face wore a happy grin.
Nancy's other hand was busy now as she cupped his sperm-bloated testicles and caressed them gently. He was sure then that in a moment or two the honeyed moisture of her mouth would slip down over the clamoringly demanding head of his cock as it jerked in her hand and swelled expectantly.
Her head came down to it; her tongue darted out wetly from between her lips to lick all around the pulsating head, the tiny tip of her tongue occasionally attempting to squirm its way into the slit in its tip. Jim gasped his delight as her tongue then concentrated on the sensitive blood-filled ridge on the underside of his penis. Involuntarily his hips flexed, driving the lurching shaft of his cock through her lightly gripping hand. Then, to his surprise, she was moving her tongue downward along the underside of its lust-thickened length, until she opened her mouth wide and took the whole of one of his aching testicles up into her mouth.
Damn! It felt good! Automatically, he brought his knees up a little and tilted his pelvis upward, as he felt her sucking on his ball, and then he felt her searching finger sliding back farther, until it was pressing teasingly against the tiny puckered opening of his anus. She kept her finger there as she squirmed against it, feeling the erotic sensations of it surge into his seemingly forever expanding cock's shaft.
"Christ!" he breathed, his breath rasping in his throat, as now he felt her release that testicle only to pay court to the other in the same lewd way; meanwhile her hand gripping the shaft of his hardness milked at it rhythmically. He was sure that no woman he had ever known – and he had known many – had generated such exquisite pleasure for him. "You really know how to turn a man on!" he said.
He knew that she heard, as he looked down to see her lustrous auburn head moving affirmatively up and down; then, she was licking him again, her moist tongue doing erotic things again, strumming back and forth across the sensitively tuned cord just below the throbbing head of his cock on its underside.
"AAAaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" Jim Harding groaned with inordinate relief as Nancy's mouth came down over the almost ready to explode head of his wildly pulsing cock, her ovalled lips slipping over the tender male-flesh firm and tight, while inside her mouth, her tongue swirled tantalizingly around his swollen cock-head like a carrousel out of control.
Then, as her head began a slow bobbing up and down the turgid shaft of his penis, Nancy Barber stopped her caressing stimulation of his balls, and that same hand stole down to her moistly ready pussy. With the same slow deliberate tempo her fingers massaged the tiny, desire-hardened bud of her demanding clitoris. She was willing to gain her own satisfaction in that manner while giving her utmost to Jim Harding. Actually, it was not quite as satisfactory to her as a tantalizing tongue – either a man's or a woman's, but she always gained exquisite pleasure that way. It seemed to her that she always had, for she was hard put to remember a time when she hadn't been able to bring herself to a soaring orgasm.
Taking his drink to an easy chair near the fireplace, Frank Paynter tried to sort out his feelings about his wife Cheryl, knowing that another man was in their bedroom with her doing what he so infrequently did himself, lately. Not by my choice, though! By hers! It was true that he had told Charlotte he hoped somebody would get next to her and turn her on, but now that it was happening, it was all he could do to remain seated in his chair and maintain some semblance of calm. His imagination ran wild, wondering how she was acting with Gene Barber. Damn! Do you suppose he could really make it with her? A feeling of jealousy, mixed with his temporary feeling of inadequacy raged through him, torturing him, as he thought:… And, if he does fuck her… where does that leave me, her husband? I live with her, and I can't get to first base more than half the time! Christ! If she takes him on… I'll break her neck!
By the time he was nursing his second drink, he had finally come around to thinking that perhaps Gene Barber was really performing a valuable service for him; especially, if he was able to make it with Cheryl. Hell! Maybe she'd even get turned on enough to start swinging! He doubted it, but it was a kind of nice thought. Suddenly, he realized that as he had sat there drinking and thinking, he had been unconsciously listening, straining to hear any sound coming from above, which might tell him something of what was going on up there. The palms of his hands were wet with tense sweat, and he found that he was sitting bolt upright, his body wound up tight like a coil spring. Consciously, then, he forced himself to sit back relaxed in the comfortable chair. He took a healthy draft of his drink and told himself: Hell! I've just got to let nature take its course! She hasn't kicked him out yet! Again, he tried to conjure up a vision in his own mind, in which he tried to picture his lovely wife lying under Gene Barber's pounding cock, her thighs spread obscenely and taking all he could give her. Somehow, the scene wouldn't jell in his mind's eye; he was always seeing himself ranging deep up into his wife's tightly sheathing cunt. Then, below, he felt the blood pound into his cock's shaft, its tumescent length throbbing there inside his pants reminding him of how long it had been since he'd fucked his own wife. Goddamn it! That's what he wanted more than anything else! It was his own wife he wanted to fuck!
Then, his finely attuned ear heard the tread of boots along the hallway upstairs. He listened intently, knowing that it had to be Gene Barber. There was the sound of a door opening and closing followed by relative silence. Well… Gene must have, gone back to his own room! That means Cheryl is alone!
He'd do it, he decided. He'd go up there and fuck her half silly… right now! The little bitch! Draining his glass he bounded up the steep stairs, wondering vaguely how he'd feel going into her, knowing that another man had just spilled his sperm into her cunt… that she would still be naked and snuggled warmly down into their bed, the afterglow of sex still in her, as her body relaxed and savored the new experience.
Frank was passing the closed door to the Hardings' room, when he heard the unmistakable voice of his host say, "YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO TURN A MAN ON…?" He stopped and turned back to stand quietly by the door for a moment. Then, there was a short silence followed by a groan, which he recognized instantly as a man's moan of pleasure. "AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH…!" And, there was only one possible woman, who could be giving him that sexual satisfaction: Nancy Barber! Gene's wife!
His idea changed suddenly. It'd be one hell of a lot of fun to make it with the wife of the man, who just banged my wife! Idly, he wondered what would happen if he just went in there and made himself part of a swinging trio. He knew, now, all about the Hardings, and he knew, also that Nancy had been one of the participants in a three-way orgy with them that first night. I'll bet she'd welcome it! Knowing that he was taking a chance of being rejected but willing now to dare it, he grasped the doorknob and twisted it quietly. The door opened a crack, his avid eyes glancing through the slit to take in the erotic scene on the bed. Nancy, he saw, was crouched down between Jim Harding's long legs and although he couldn't actually see what she was doing, her position and the bobbing of her head above his loins made it obvious. He was looking directly at the rounded white moons of her voluptuously sculpted buttocks, and below the sparse, auburn hair surrounding the fleshy lips of her pussy was clearly visible. He gaped for a moment, as he saw that one of her hands was down between her thighs, her fingers rubbing hotly into the furrow of her cunt. Below, inside his pants, his throbbing cock lurched with further excitement. I'll be damned! She's sucking him off and playing with herself, at the same time! He knew then that it would be all right. All he had to do was offer her something better than her fingers. And, I've got it, by God, right between my legs!
Softly, Frank Paynter opened the door. Forgotten was his determination to fuck his own wife. Gene Barber's wife was right there before him, vulnerable and possibly even more receptive. God! He couldn't wait to bury his cock in her!
Jim Harding saw him come through the door and guessed what he had come for as he noted the lurching bulge in Frank's pants.
"Welcome to the party, Frank," he said amiably.
Paynter came into the room and stood beside the bed, looking down to watch Nancy's mouth lewdly absorbing and re-absorbing his host's turgid cock. As she heard his name spoken, Nancy stopped with a little startled "Oh!", her mouth coming off the head of Jim's penis to look up at him. "Frank! What…?"
The younger man's hands were already reaching out to smooth caressingly along the satiny-white skin of her back, and her eyes on a level with his cock, bulging out against the cloth prison of his pants told her more graphically than words the reason for his being there; even so a pink flush colored her cheeks as she shivered under his caressing hand.
He was there touching her now, his hand cupping the magnificently rounded moon of one of her buttocks. Boldly, Frank forged ahead, saying, "I've got something a lot better than your hand for you!"
Quickly, instinctively, Nancy reacted, removing her hand from between her legs and feeling a tinge of embarrassment about it that she hadn't felt for a long time. "You mean… you want to fuck me…?"
"You're damned right I do!" he told her, his hand going down, now, to the soft moist flesh of her vagina, his middle finger slipping up inside to move twirlingly just inside the opening.
Exasperation in his voice, Harding grated. "Damn it, do we have to have a summit conference about whether you do or don't? Get your cock out and start giving it to her! She'll love it, won't you, Nancy…?"
Before she had a chance to answer, Jim's strong-fingered hands were there reaching for her head and guiding it downward toward the desperately yearning head of his cock. Her lips parted automatically, ovalling to accept the red-velvet corona into her mouth; then, as Harding guided her head in its bobbing course up and down the pulsating length of it, Frank Paynter saw and felt the undulation of her hips back against his teasing middle finger, which told him in body language that her answer was: yes!
It took him all of fifteen seconds to strip off his clothes. Then he was climbing up on the bed behind Gene Barber's young auburn-haired wife, excitement rising in him almost to the bursting point.
With trembling hands he reached out to her again, reveling in the warm silkiness of her flesh, as his hands massaged her full-mooned buttocks, his eyes raking over the reverse curve of her nipped-in waist and the long smooth expanse of her back showing the outlines of her ribs and backbone slightly under the milk-white, almost translucent skin.
The aching throb of his cock reminded him of his fear of coming too soon. This time, damn it… I'm going to make sure! I'll have her ready to explode before I ever shove it in her!
Using the strength of his arms, Paynter hauled Nancy up from her crouching position, until her buttocks were waving obscenely high in the air, and his hands ran down over the soft taper of her thighs on the outside. Then he was crouching down behind her, his hands working up the soft inner flesh towards her excitedly waiting pussy. As he approached the apex, Nancy shifted her weight slightly and parted her legs to allow him full access to the moistened opening nestled there, waiting none too patiently for his ministrations. Her pelvis gyrated back toward him in a further urgent invitation.
Frank uttered a groan of anticipation for the one thing he had always wanted to do with his own wife Cheryl, but which she had consistently refused him; now undulating before his avid gaze was the moist, coral-pink pussy of Nancy Barber, who offered it to him without question. His fingers were there spreading the fleshy lips of her cunt apart to reveal the inner petals all bedewed with ready moisture, the tender flesh of her cuntal opening beckoning to him like a lighthouse as his eyes focused at close range like one hypnotized. God! He stretched his neck forward the short distance and his tongue lashed out sinuously to bury its pointed tip deep into the moist warmth of her vaginal passage. Gratefully, he inhaled the heady feminine perfume of her loins and reveled in the tang of her interior secretions on his tongue, while below, between his legs, his cock jerked with anxious excitement.
Using his tongue as a substitute penis, Paynter thrust it in and out of Gene Barber's wife's undulant cunt. He felt the erotic shock of the electric contact in her body and knew that she felt it… and was enjoying it. Actually, it was exactly what she wanted… what she had hoped he would do to her. An animal-like mewl of pure sexual pleasure emanated from deep in her chest, its sound muted by the presence of Jim Harding's thick and lengthy cock in her mouth.
Then Frank began to swirl his tongue around and around just inside her cuntal opening, alternating the direction from time to time and feeling the silken sheath of her cuntal mouth seeming to clasp tightly around him. He kept on doing it… until he heard her voice gasp, "My clitoris… Frank! Lick it! Suck…"
Jim's irritated voice; "Come on! Keep on sucking my cock!" Her last word was cut off as the big raw-boned lodge owner forced her mouth down over his upthrust cock again.
Quickly Frank shifted his attention to Nancy's throbbing clitoris, mentally kicking himself for not remembering to stimulate her properly from the beginning. Now his tongue licked wetly at the vibrating little shaft of her miniature phallus. Her outright groan of ecstasy told him of her passion, and he redoubled his efforts, his tongue beating a tantalizing tattoo directly on the tiny sensitive pleasure-bud. All the while, her loins ground back against his mouth with demanding urgency.
As he lay there, Jim Harding guided her head up and down the shaft of his now clamoring cock, his firm hands on either side of her head signaling the increasing tempo. Almost mesmerized, he watched her face as all but a tiny stretch of his hardened man-flesh disappeared between the young girl's lips and thrust deep into her throat; then as it reappeared on the upward bob of her head, glistening with the wetness of her saliva, her tongue rotated teasingly around its expanding head, the racing sensations being produced in him driving him ever closer to his exploding point of ejaculation. Her face, he saw, was contorted with passion, and he sensed that she, too, was already nearing the summit, that she was needing a final stimulation that would rocket her into the apogee of orgasmic orbit.
Glancing down toward Frank Paynter, he saw that the younger man was still crouched down behind her, his tongue busily slavering away at her gyrating pussy.
"For Christ's sake, Frank!" he swore. "She's ready to fuck… can't you see? Use that cock of yours the way it was intended!"
"Okay! Okay!" Frank felt some irritation at his host's direction, and feeling the need for some explanation, as he came in behind her, the lance of his cock nudging up towards her vaginal mouth, he said, "I wanted her to be as hot as a firecracker… before…"
"Shut up… and fuck her! Right now!" Jim growled.
Then, as his pulsating cock's head eased forward, and he was reaching down to grasp and guide it into her, Nancy's tiny, tapered hand was there already, leading it deftly to the searingly needful void of her cuntal passage… a void that had to be filled with hard man-cock!
His own groan of passion gurgled deep in his throat as Frank flexed his hips and drove the vibrantly pulsating shaft of his cock all the way into Gene Barber's wife's cunt in one, long, smooth thrust that ended only with the solid slap of flesh on flesh; then with insanely powerful thrusts he began to saw in and out of her moistly warm cuntal sheath. He held her solidly in place with both hands on her hips, as he buffeted her from behind, fucking her with animal-like vigor and hoping that this time the woman he was fucking would explode into orgasm well ahead of his own usually quick ejaculation.
Now, there was a concert of rhythmic action established among the three of them, and they played at an ever-increasing tempo, their bodies responding to the sensations coursing through them in seemingly never ending waves of ecstatic rapture.
Cheryl Paynter was dressed, now, and she had regained her composure. There was one thing she knew for sure: she was not going to lose her husband. When, she found him downstairs, she was determined that she would do everything she could to let him know how she felt, that she was having a change of mind… and that she wanted him, in the worst way. Putting on a smile, she tested it in the mirror, before she left their room. I've just got to keep him… and I'm going to let him know that I'll go to bed with him… and start learning to be the kind of sexy wife he wants me to be! I'll even let him teach me about some of those far-out things he's always talking about!
Leaving the bedroom and walking down the short hallway, Cheryl paused at the door she knew was the Hardings' room. She had been much concerned about their host's injuries, and on impulse she decided to look in on him, ask Nancy Barber about his condition and offer a cheery word to the injured man.
She was just about to rap on the door, when the thought struck her that Jim might be sleeping. Softly, she opened the door to peek into the room, first.
To say that she was totally unprepared for the scene she witnessed would beg the question. Cheryl was horrified!
There on the bed she saw Nancy Barber being buffeted from behind by her husband, Frank, his penis sliding in and out of Gene's young wife like a jackhammer… while her mouth was filled with the massive cock of Jim Harding. All three were oblivious to her presence.
Cheryl's hopes as well as her heart were dashed into a thousand pieces. Instantly, tears welled into her eyes, dimming the orgiastic scene.
"Frank!" she screamed. "Why…? Why? WHY?"
Just at that moment, Frank felt the convulsive shiver in Nancy signaling the beginning of her orgasm, and back behind the roots of his slaving cock, he felt the acid-like burn of his own ejaculation beginning.
Dazedly, he glanced over his shoulder at his wife, standing in the doorway, distraught and tearful. There was no power on earth or in heaven that could have stopped him, and telling her why just then would have been impossible too.
"Because…!" he choked.
He was cumming.
Only moments before, Jim, too, had reached his climax. His hips were thrusting up at Nancy's mouth in the final throes of ejaculation when Cheryl had walked into the room. At that point he could care less; he was enjoying the exquisite sensations of it.
And, Nancy, soaring into orbit at that moment was oblivious of everything. Her orgasm, powerful and complete left her with glazed eyes and ears that would not hear as she reveled in the wonderful sensations racing ecstatically through her.
Slamming his exploding cock deep into Nancy Barber's exquisitely milking cunt for one final thrust, Frank Paynter hung onto her as his hot, white sperm raced through him to spew deep up into the moist confines of her cuntal sheath. Right then, he too couldn't concern himself with the fact of his wife's presence.
Cheryl turned and fled back to her own bedroom, the awful vision of her own husband fucking another woman burned deep into her mind. She didn't know what to do. She had handled it so badly, bursting into tears and shouting at him. God! What do I do now? What can I do…?