It seemed to Fran that Frank had been inside her pussy for more than an hour – taking his time, getting his strokes just so to draw out the best of her. There was a funky record Playing on the stereo. It was Frank's favorite recording to fuck Fran by. When he got into the music, he did not miss a beat. She opened her legs and let him do his thing. The fucking was too good to think of anything else; she did not need her sexual fantasies to help her reach a climax. It was sheer, funky fucking tonight. She opened her mind and let her senses drift in their own directions wherever Frank's big cock pierced her pussy, and the sensation was good, so thrilling that his heavy humping into her cunt hole made her toes curl.
Frank laid his big dick deep into the right corner of her cunt. He seemed to enjoy that side of her cunt more than the left. She had often thought to ask him about that. But after her climax, it didn't seem important. She loved it when he had just about fucked out and he had to be still to keep from going off. Then it was her turn to play on his shaft. It gave her the chance to measure it, while the sleeping giant of a phallus lay dormant, erect and throbbing with his heartbeat. She had always wanted to see just how far up her pussy his penis could go. Frank had a monstrous long cock and when she had first met Frank, he had told her he was heavy in the dick department. "Baby, if you're looking for a big dong, I got it!" It had taken Fran a long time but she had finally learned to cope with his big dick beautifully, so, when he was deep in her cunt, holding on, it was an excellent opportunity to experiment and make it good as possible.
She loved to tease his prick, knowing that he did not dare move for fear of blowing his wad. She had to admit that Frank had excellent muscle control. He had been afraid of knocking up some chick when he was younger, so he never shot off in a cunt hole. It was one of the things that made his fucking so wonderfully good to her. Frank really did know what to do with a pussy. He was sometimes cruel and greedy with his cock, but when he hit the right spot inside her vagina, he pinpointed that spot to make her enjoy it all the more. There was no way he would let her permit her to cheat during the funky fucking. When she groaned, he went full force and buried his cockflesh to the hilt in her, and then went after the sensation that had caused her to moan. When he had her on the ropes, he zeroed in until there was nothing left but a series of orgasms. He almost had his love techniques down to a science, in that he was very sensitive to what made her feel best while they were balling.
It was extragood to Fran because she knew that Frank knew that she had a hot soupy pussy, and that she would fuck every night of the week, if she could. Fucking did not mean just going through the motion of dickshaft in cuntmaw, up and down, in and out – shoot off and then roll over and say goodnight. And not just a fuck that would see her through the week. But each time they climbed into bed they loved each other as if it was the last night on earth. Frank did not bullshit around. When he asked to screw her, he meant just that.
Even 'now, as he hovered above her listening to the music, she felt as though there was more than one man fucking her. Frank was not only fucking for himself, but also for the man who wrote the music, the orchestra, and the recording crew. When the music was accented on the downbeat, he would plunge to her pussy's depth with a stiff motion. If the tempo was fast and jerky, he would jerk his cock in and out in time with the music. When there was a break, he would stop, pause and begin fucking again on the downbeat. It drove her wild and she would lie back and let him play his soul inside her twat.
Tonight his huge, lovely root felt hotter than ever! It made her feel good to know that his cock was ready to explode, but he still chose to hang on and stay deep in her until she climaxed with him. Frank was sweet that way and he was never selfish with his dick. His temperament, his self – control, his sensitivity, made him the perfect match for her.
She loved the things he did with his fingers while he balled her cervix. The way he would grasp her soft mounds in his hard hands, as if they were ripe tomatoes. While he squeezed her ass he would whisper in her ear how much he loved her softness. He would roil her buttocks to indicate how he wanted her to move. He told her that he loved her asscheeks because he pretended that they were filled with sweet cum that could only come out through her pussyhole. While he would squeeze them she would have slow lingering orgasms as long as he continued to do so.
More and more he had unlocked her secrets until she was completely at his mercy any time they were in bed together. She could be angry enough to scream and throw things at him, but when he had that certain twinkle in his eyes, and she saw the bulge in the front of his jeans, she willingly became his slave.
He got a kick from daring her.to go beyond what was normal during intercourse. There were times when they would climb into bed and he would be cold and distant. It was Frank's way of telling her that he desired something special, for he became bored very easily. She did not know what the hell else to do for him sexually, he was balling her cunt dry as it was. He would give her a look that asked how much of a female she really was.
The moment his pulsing cock came into her cunt, it felt disappointed that it was the same old pussyhole it had been flicking for two semesters. In a sense, his cockshaft was asking for equality. If there was equality up front, her being a stout feminist, there should also be equality inside the snatch as well. He did not care how much she spouted at the mouth about her feminist's views, as long as she did not bullshit when push came to shove. If there was ever a moment when she even appeared to be cold and frigid, Frank would huff, and puff, and fuck, until he blew her house down.
Frank, in his way, had demonstrated to her that sex could not be learned from a "how – to" book. There was no such thing as casual sex encounters, or sex for the purpose of getting your rocks off. He would not accept that kind of phony shit. This was part of what made him such good lover. He tried to understand the woman he was balling at the time. He earnestly sought to see what that particular woman's hangup might be, if any. Fran had finally admitted to him that she was a masochist and dug being fucked with a lot of authority, deep and hard. She knew he dug fucking while listening to funky music, so she bought as many funky albums as she could afford. And while he humped her, she would lie back and jack open her legs, and he would fuck her like a mule.
Frank had explained how he felt about fucking: "To begin with, the moment my dick goes into your pussy, I should be still. You know, stick about two inches into your twat and freeze. I mean, don't move a fraction of a inch! That is, if the foreplay has been sufficient, and I got you hot enough to cream without dicking you. This is all a man is obliged to do because the dick is a guest in the woman's house, so to speak. Think how rude it is for me to come barging into your pussy, fucking in strange surroundings, lost. It's up to the woman to make my dick welcome. It's the woman's way of saying, after the big hassle of getting her out of her britches, that the dick is being well received. When the dick first shoots in, it's her next move, to make a gracious acceptance, to smooth away the sharp corners of uneasiness. Fucking, in the real sense of the word, is a much bigger thing than having a table set properly for a dinner party."
Thus she had learned that as soon as he began balling her, she was free to make the necessary adjustment. Her favorite thing was to tighten down on his crown, and make her pussyhole squeeze his pud. Frank said that she had a "snapping" pussy. She would snap down on his crown until he was hot to come deeper into her tunnel, but then she would cut him off at the pass. He was much too much in love with her to force all the way in, unless he had the green light. This gave her the opportunity to be a bitch with her pussy. She would tongue his ear and stick her finger up his asshole to make him wiggle in circles. Then very slowly she would open up slowly and let his hot shaft slip to a deeper level of goodness.
In time she had learned that he really could not stand for her to be too aggressive or sassy. Frank had a very imaginative mind and she often used that against him. She had not wanted to show him just how good she could fuck so he could get the goods on her. In his mind he assumed that she had given it up to other men, in just that same funky way. His theory was what she did with him, she would do with her next lover. So he was determined to fuck his very best to see how close he could drive her to the edge of the cliff. She had teetered there many times, but held back no matter how good it got. But she knew that one night soon, he was going to screw her so good that she would be forced to reveal all.
But luckily, she could make him climax when she wanted. He had a thing about seeing her eat his cum after he had shot off. When she was feeling her oats she would take off her clothes and climb into the bath tub. She would call Frank in from watching the tube and ask him to gaze over her body. He had been unsure the very first time he had done this, but he gradually learned to like it. When he saw how much it turned her on, he was happy to do anything she asked. After he would gaze over her body she would suck his dick. She tried to have a plate handy to catch his semen after he climaxed. Once he had, she would lick it off the plate… and he would nearly go out of his mind in ecstasy.
But the one area of sex that Frank was leery about was anal intercourse. Oh boy, did she ever have a time getting him to believe it was supergood to her. But once he got into a groove, he balled her asshole just as hard as he did her cunt. She loved it, especially when he inserted the vibrating dildo in her cum – dripping pussy. She had her shit so together that she could have orgasms inside her pussy and her asshole. She had not quite worked up to having them simultaneously yet, but coaching Frank a little more not to be so prudish might make it easier.
Frank and Fran had fucked out. They lay in bed exhausted. After a short rest, he was ready to go again. He rolled over and made a quick pretense of passionately kissing Fran. She was lying on her side facing him and his long cock poked between her thighs.
"You don't ever get enough, do you, Frank? You can't want more. We've been balling since the six o'clock news and it's past three a.m." She pushed him back, playfully. "Would you rather I went down on you? I really don't think I can fuck any more, honest, Frank."
Frank groaned and stroked his cock. He rolled over on his back and it pointed straight up at the ceiling.
"Ah shit. Why don't you call your roommate in here? Let me give her some action. I hear she's a hotwire."
She cut her eyes to him. "She's in her room. If you want to screw her so badly, go get her. Except I'm warning you, she doesn't like to be awakened. She can be a bitch. You know how she is."
"Ah, you just say that. But you know you'd get pissed."
"No really, I don't care. She and I talked about it. She said you sorta turn her on. She didn't think you would go for it, though."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Nope. But I'm sick and tired of hearing you talk about her. If you want to fuck her, go right ahead. You won't forget where home is. Fuck the girl, but just don't be phony about it."
"What about you?"
"You get her hot and I'll join the fun after you're going good. And remember there will be nothing said afterwards. This is an experience, that's all. Agreed?"
He thought about it.
"Agreed!"
He crept along the dark hall to Linda's room. His heart raced furiously as he gathered his courage to open the door. What if she said no? What if she pitched a holy bitch and screamed and made a fucked – up scene? What if he did not fuck her good enough to make the visit worth anything? Fuck it! He was going in to get some of that pussy – feel her big titties like the men she went out with did. Lucky bastards! He stood poised at the door trying to decide.
He remembered all the nights that he went to the john after fucking Fran. He would pass Linda's door and he would see her lying on her stomach, having just come in from a late date. A date where the guy had fucked her all night, come in her mouth, punctured her asshole, and sent her home drained, but still twitching in her sleep; her pussy still not satisfied. How many times had he looked through the darkness of her bedroom and seen her full thighs open, the skirt having slid up in reckless abandonment, being too drunk or stoned to undress. There had been many nights when he had contemplated his chances of going in and ripping off a quick piece, and having her not tell Fran. But he was not sure he could trust Linda to keep her mouth shut. It was an old, old standing rule that you did not fuck your girl's roommate or best friend. That was the one sin a bitch could not forgive.
Now the road was clear and he was hanging back. He turned the knob and pushed the door open. The room was dark and her waterbed was next to the windows.
Linda stirred in her sleep. Then she heard him and raised up to see who it was. "Is that you, Fran?"
"No, it's me, Frank."
"What do you want?" Her voice was angry and leaning toward being infuriated, but wanting to get the scoop first.
"I want to come to bed with you."
"Where's Fran?"
"In her bedroom. She's coming in later. Okay?" He was at the side of the bed. Seeing her there cozy and warm with her hair tossed sexily about her eyes, made his prick come alive. How sweet it would be to crawl in under the covers with her and groove!
She raised up on one elbow and took a good hard look at his face. He was not kidding. Her glance fell to his crotch and his dick was huge. What was happening here? Did Fran actually give him the OK? Did Fran think she was so hard up that she would fuck her old man? Did Fran tell Frank about their scene together? There were too many questions zooming through her mind. The sight of his pud sticking straight out and her natural curiosity, prompted her decision. Remembering all the times she had heard Frank fucking Fran in the next room made it more curious. Even though she might regret it later, she moved over to the other side of the bed to give him room.
"Are you sure she's coming in later?"
"Yeah. She thought you and I would be less nervous if we got going first."
He still wasn't sure she wasn't going to change her mind, even as he slid into bed. What the hell could he say to her? Maybe words would not be necessary. How do you tell your girlfriend's best girlfriend you want to fuck her? Like a robot he began to go through the routine. No. She does not want the same old, same old. She could get any man to fuck her.
"I feel silly," she said, and lay there stiff as a board.
"Why? We all know each other."
The moment he felt her warm and tender flesh, he threw caution to the wind. He had been waiting so long to fuck this chick. She had caused him nights of sleepless wondering; wondering if she fucked as good as Fran. Linda and Fran were two of the funkiest chicks in town.
He rubbed his cock into her clitoris. He began to hump into her middle, trying to get her to hunch back. Slowly she moved against him when she felt his hard maninuscle. She was anxious to feel it against her skin and snuggled in closer. Her tits were awesome to cope with; they kept getting in the way. He would be fingerfucking her and feeling her tits. Once he felt how large they were, he was compelled to stop all else and play with them.
When he finally slipped into her pussy it was like falling off a tall mountain; spinning head over heels into a universal depth where there was nothing but goodness. He wanted it to be good and strong so she would remember him. He had heard the way she and Fran chatted about men, how they put down the theory that the size of a penis did not matter. But still they bragged about how hard they loved to be fucked; how much they loved being filled up completely.
And Linda could fuck. Some women just laid there with their legs wide open and grunting to beat the band. Not Linda. She was a lot like Fran; she knew how to get the best from a hard prick. Linda was very much aware of how hot his dick was getting. When she felt him pause to try to keep from shooting off, she teased him by circling his crown with her cunt. Around and around the ridge she went, squeezing it as the teasing continued, until finally he had to give her a deep thrust; then she let up and kissed his ear. By doing this, she was ensuring herself of a better and longer fuck.
He was anxious to go into other positions to see how much she knew. But it did not look as if he would make it up from this one, the way she was socking it to him. She was a hotblooded bitch who put her everything into it. In a way it was scary being on top of her, in that he knew that putting forth her best had to make him get up off his ass. Broads like Linda and Fran did not believe that there was such a thing as dirty sex. If there was a supposedly dirty old man about, they would be asked to be pointed in his direction. They loved to see just how far down a guy could get.
"Gawdamn, Fran said you had a big cock."
He grunted and held on to her ass, burrowing his prick as deep as he could.
"She told me how good you fuck her… how many times you can shoot off. That's why I told her I wouldn't mind going through with this. I don't feel guilty because I know a man like you can handle two girls easily."
He could not hold it back a moment longer. He gripped her ass and ground as deep as he could inside her pussy. She fucked him and whiplashed her cunt, putting everything into a tailspin. His flow of cum was like an ocean wave washing up against the sea cliff, splashing and overflowing into the cove.
He slumped back. Linda quickly scooted down to lick his cock. Fran stood in the doorway looking at them.
"Oh… I was just licking his cum off. I didn't suck his cock. I mean, I know how this must look."
"Hey, don't apologize for sucking his cock. I'm on your side. And I'd be angry if you didn't." Fran smiled at her, happy in her heart that she and Linda were such good friends.
"Frank said that you said it was all right – my fucking him?"
"We all know each other well. It's like we live together because Frank is always over here feeding his face."
"Yeah, but I feel like I'm cheating you guys. I don't have anything to offer but myself. I don't go steady with a guy."
"Don't worry about that," Fran winked at Linda. "You and I can find things to do together. Men like to watch two women go at it. Don't they, Frank?"
"How about letting me bust one of you? You still have enough left, I hope."
"I've got enough for all night. Light up a joint and get some wine. There's no school tomorrow, neither one of us gals have to work."
Frank watched himself fuck. There was a wall mirror beside the bed and he could see their reflection. He thought he should suck Fran's pussy for being so nice and letting this happen. She sat on his mouth while he ate her. She was facing Linda who was down mouthing his cock. Fran's pussy was really slippery and wet. What they were doing did turn her on, more than she wanted to admit. He saw her in the mirror tossing her head from side to side, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
He had sucked Fran's hole plenty of times, but had never seen her quite so responsive. She was getting hot from watching Linda suck her boyfriend's dick. From where Fran was sitting, it appeared that Linda was as much of a cocksucker as she was. Linda was really into her own bag; her eyes were closed and her fingers were spread out over his nuts. It was sexy to see how she had to stretch her mouth to take all of his crown. She was the type who liked to feel a cock deep in her throat. She knew how to constrict her throat muscles to work over the crown while it was deep. Frank did not have to shove and push to get sensation; she applied it with her throat in a fluid motion.
The sucking had made Linda hot enough to fuck again. She was not sure if she should let Fran have her turn or not. She looked up at Fran fucking her pussy into Frank's mouth. Fran was having too much where she was. Besides she had sucked his cock to a tremendous stiffness, it would be a shame to see someone else get it. Then she heard him tell her to climb on. Hurriedly, she climbed over his cock and fitted it up into her. Now she was face to face with Linda.
It was becoming increasingly more difficult for Fran to sit on Frank's mouth any longer without cumming. She did not want to go off now, it would be better if she let it build. His tongue was buried up in her to the root and she just sat and rocked on it. She and Linda were both being penetrated at the same time. Linda had an intense look of pleasure on her face. Fran had never seen her so serious – she was getting it all, while the getting was good and hard.
She felt a pang of resentment toward her best friend. To see how much cock she was taking from Frank made her shudder. Knowing full well that when Frank was into a pussy, he was up there deep. So she knew she was taking a full penetration to its deepest level.
Linda looked so lovely that she had to touch her. Her body had begun to glisten with perspiration. The funky movement of Linda's hips made her big tits splash around violently.
Then Linda had an orgasm and nearly collapsed. She fell off his cock and to the side. Fran followed and kissed her stomach. Linda squirmed uncontrollably and Fran moaned out loud. Then Fran's mouth finally settled on the rise of her clitoris. The wetness in Linda's pussy began drowning her.
Then it was Fran's turn to be fucked. Frank told her to turn around and lean over the side of the bed. Fran obeyed and kneeled on the floor with her ass sticking up on the bed. He motioned for Linda to sit on the bed with her legs hanging down on each side of Fran's head. Fran was supposed to suck Linda's cunt while he balled her from the rear.
There was something so thrilling about watching two women fuck each other. To see his girl, Fran, humped over digging her tongue into Linda's pussy was too much. The expression on Linda's face was cockstirring. It got so good to Linda that she brought one leg up on the bed to open her crotch mouth up more, so Fran could lick all she wanted.
Looking at them got his dick so hard that he could not stand it. It felt so good to be deep in Fran's steamy cunt. She was accustomed to his dick, and could do tricks with it. She could fuck him so fancy that it would feel like a rubber band was around his crown, as he boiled off into the abyss of her goodness. Then he pretended that he was putting dick to Linda too. When he gave Fran a straight, deep shot, it made her feel good. She in return would lick extra hard at Linda's clitoris, which made Linda grimace and groan, and her face screw up in pleasure. He found that after he got his rhythm properly paced he could time it.
He got carried away and fucked too deep into Fran's hole. She gave out with a loud scream and drew up from Linda's pussy. She pushed back on his blazing cockshaft as hard as she could. When she finally came she dropped her head limply.
"What can we do to make Frank come?" Linda asked with big eyes.
"I told you he could fuck all night. Now you see what I have to take in my cunt all the time."
"Somebody just get on it!" he pleaded, now on his back waiting for a piece of pussy to straddle his cock.
"Go on, fuck him some more, Linda. After all, it's your first time. It is, isn't it?"
"Why, Fran – you surprise me. You know I wouldn't do that to you."
"I was just joking."
"The hell you were."
"Hey look – cut out the shit and get down here." Frank felt good about himself now. He had taken them both on and lasted for two rounds.
Linda climbed on top of his prick and stuck it up in her. Fran, catching her breath, moved down so she could see the dick shooting up in Linda's ass. It thrilled her to see how thick his cock was – to think that such a growth could actually penetrate a woman s small cunt – hole. There was white stuff foaming over his shaft from Linda fucking him so rapidly. She was going up and down on his cock faster than a piston.
During the frantic fucking the cock slipped out of the pussy. Fran smiled and grabbed it and stuck it back up in Linda. She watched it a while longer. Then feeling her pussy bubble once again, she looked for interesting things to do. Then she saw them stop fucking and grabbed the opportunity to reach up and kiss Linda's pretty ass. It made Linda twitch and the dick slid further up her. Linda groaned as if she was in agony.
The dick popped out again, wiggling spastically, searching for the nice cuntflesh again. This time Fran did not stick it back in Linda's pussy. She was curious to see how it tasted with all of Linda's come on it. She took it in hand and sucked it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and rinsed the juice around in her mouth. Frank started pumping up at her, desperately trying to blow off.
Linda, up front, did not know what was happening. All of a sudden the cock had slipped out. She waited for it to come back, but it did not. What the hell was Fran doing down there? Then she heard Fran slurping and knew she had Frank's cock in her mouth.
"Hmmm, just one more bite, you guys," Fran said, looking up into Linda's pink hole. Frank's fingers were stretching her buttocks wide apart. She could see the brown around Linda's asshole and how their cum had started to spread around the lips of her pussy. Deep in the center of the bullseye there were pink contractions. Just before sticking the dick back up her pussy – Fran had to take one quick lick into Linda's asshole.
Then Linda and Frank went off together with the help of Fran's tongue and its bizarre explorations.
The semester was almost over. Linda and Bill's affair had become hot and heavy. Bill was stuck on her and found it difficult not to let his friends know. Occasionally he would find Linda in her classroom after school and they would make love in the broom closet. But it was not enough for Bill. He was eighteen, and he had to think about his life more. He wanted her more than anything he could think of. He would often sneak over to her house in the dead of night; she was always eager to see him even if it meant having only a quickie. He soon had to confess that Miss Harris had him by the nuts. It was near a point where all she wanted to do was suck him off. That was fine but he dug the rolling and splashing in the waterbed, and eating the lining from her cunt – hole.
Linda was worried that Bill was taking their affair a bit too seriously. Boys were so impulsive when they were Billy's age. Fran tried to warn Linda of this, but the cocksucking was just too good to give it up. Linda thought she would continue to risk seeing Billy for as long as she could. Even though sucking Billy off quite frequently, she still had a compulsive sexual desire for her other students. Bobby Wills had not let her get close to him since the time in the closet. The poor kid, he was still shaken up from the blow job she had given him. But the rest of the bullies were still hanging about, feeling her ass at every opportunity. And fight it as she did, it still made her pussy too hot to sit down on sometimes.
She conducted her art classes differently from the other art teacher. She wanted her students to be free spirits, and thereby let their true expression come out on the canvas. So she let the students move around and not remain at their tables, which set her up for endless encounters with the boys, as far as feeling her up went.
Then one day in the school corridor Billy stopped her. He was bubbling over about something.
"You gotta do it for me."
"Do what for you?"
"I've been telling my dad all about you. Oh, not about us at your place, but just that you're a swell teacher. Well, Dad is plenty pissed about my last grades."
"And why are you so excited?"
"Because Dad is inviting you and Miss Carson up to the house this weekend. I told him that I had confided in you about my plans after graduation. So he thought it might be a good opportunity to meet you because Teddy Saber will be there too."
"Slow down. Who is Teddy Saber?"
"Saber used to be one of the top moneywinners in tennis a few years back. Dad is talking to him about coaching me. So Saber and his wife, and Mrs. and Mr. Jones will be there too."
"Our principal – Mr. Jones?"
"Yeah, that's right. Principal Jones and my dad are good pals. So they'll all be up there, and we want you to come."
"It sounds like fun. I would love to get away for the weekend, but I don't think so, Billy. It doesn't seem proper somehow. I mean, the other kids will think you're my pet."
"Who gives a damn about these yokels? Please say that you'll at least think about it. There's a stable, boating, everything right there for the weekend. Plus you and I can be together, don't you see?"
"I do see, and I don't think it's such a good idea. Listen, folks might get wise. Suppose your father suspects something? Then what?"
"That's why you'll bring along Miss Carson. There's nothing unrespectable about two teachers visiting one of their student's home. Weekends are your own."
"On one condition – that your father calls me up and invites me personally. I want to be sure this is on the up – and – up."
"No sweat. Then I can tell him and he'll make plans."
Early the next Saturday morning Linda and Fran packed their luggage into the trunk of the car and drove to Mr. Fitz's seaside estate. It was an especially scenic trip and they took their time driving along the coast. The top was down and the wind felt good in their faces, enjoying the cypress trees lining both sides of the highway.
The road they followed came to an abrupt end at a tollbooth. A guard came out of the booth and Linda told him who they were. He smiled and let them pass into the private property. It was so beautifully lush and green, that it took their breath away. "Now… " sighed Fran, "this is the way I want to live. How many millions do you have to have to live in Cypress Cove?"
Linda said, "More than we'll ever make. I never realized that Bill's dad was so wealthy. But I guess growing grapes pays off."
Fran gave it some serious thought. "Say, wouldn't it be sweet if you and Billy could work something out. I mean, the kid will come into all this dough. This might be yours one day, Linda."
"Oh boy, wouldn't I feel just great taking candy from a baby? I told you, Fran, I plan to break it off first thing Monday morning. I'm beginning to feel guilty."
"Yeah – oh boy! Now she's beginning to feel guilty," Fran teased her. "You fucked the kid to death until four in the morning the other night, and you feel guilty. Oh sure."
"Not about having sex with Billy. A man's a man, but there are other things to consider, you know. Class."
The estate was luxurious and sat on a hill that overlooked the ocean. Below there was a long stretch of beach. There was a huge kidney – shaped swimming pool and two tennis courts. Beyond that were a garden and stables.
Linda parked beside the other sports cars and took a good look around, feeling better about the trip.
Mr. Fitz came running out to greet them, all smiles, dark shades, a bulging stomach, and wearing red, candy – striped shorts.
"Well, hello there, ladies! I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't show up." He put his arms around them and walked toward the house.
"This is very beautiful," Fran told him.
"Thank you. This will be Billy's one day. I've worked hard all my life to leave him this spread."
He led them around the side of the house where the other guests were seated in the garden patio.
"Ladies, meet my other guests. This is Teddy Saber and his lovely wife, Yasha. Ted has consented to take Billy under his wing and teach him what he knows about tennis."
Linda and Fran greeted Saber and his wife. Yasha was a cute, fiery Japanese woman. Saber was a huge fellow with a glaring brow.
Fitz went on introducing the guests. "And this is Miss Adell Miller and her brother, Harry Miller – very close friends and associate. And of course you ladies know the principal of Wilbur High – George and Alice Jones."
"Where's Billy?"
"Oh," said Fitz, "Billy had to run into town to pick up some tennis equipment."
A servant was there asking what Linda and Fran wanted to drink. Then Mr. Fitz told the servant to get their luggage from their car and take it to their rooms.
Linda and Fran knew that Adell was Mr. Fitz's mistress. Adell was a stunner! She had strawberry – blonde hair which was in a fancy upsweep that gave her an elegant appearance, not at all the way they had seen her before in Marinda.
"Come sit down with us, ladies. Dinner will be served shortly. I want you all to enjoy yourselves and do whatever tickles your fancy. It looks like we have some beautiful weather for the weekend." He raised his glass in a toast. The others quickly joined him.
That evening after dinner they sat around a campfire on the beach. Mr. Fitz had produced some pot to help relax his guests. The topic of the conversation was the sexual revolution. The women guests were speaking their minds while the men listened, their cocks getting harder and harder.
"We have to face it, we're living in turbulent times, and in the midst of these turbulent times sits the sexual rebellion…"
"Well," replied Alice, "I didn't get George through trickery. I think women today are doing themselves more harm than good."
"I think the birth – control pill and the current fashion trend has produced a great deal of promiscuity in our country," one of the men said.
"And a greater number of divorce cases," grumbled George Jones.
Alice added, "And it's too easy now for the faithful husband to be tempted into outside marital affairs. We women know what sexual dogs men can be." Alice passed the joint to her husband. He was nearly drunk and had all he could do to merely hold the joint.
Then Adell spoke up, "The way I see it – I'm a woman who digs men. I love looking beautiful and dressing for my man. Hell, if Poogie enjoys gawking at my figure – why not let him get his eyes full? As long as a man respects me as a lady, I don't care. Nor do I see any harm in it. Listen, we may not all like to admit it, but it is pretty hard on a female and males too. We all go to parties, group encounters and other social functions to meet people to go to bed with. Someone we think is our cup of tea, sexually, that is."
Fran liked Adell right away. The men sat spellbound looking up at Adell's luscious figure. She was wearing a flesh – colored fishnet bathing suit. Even the other women seated around the campfire sighed inside with admiration. They were all a little nervous with Add being there. Not only did this woman speak her mind, she had the sexy body to back up her philosophy.
Then Linda added, "I don't understand what all the fuss is about anyway. I mean, this big coverup of sex in this country. If you think about it, where did we all come from?" For just a moment her exquisite face reflected a look of sexual desire that Harry Miller found contagious.
"Where is it all leading to?" asked Miller, quite concerned over the submissive sexuality of the American female.
Mr. Fitz didn't give a shit. At the moment his penis was getting harder than a brick, digging on how sumptuous Alice Jones looked. Hell. He had to get some of that pussy before the weekend was over. He continued to watch her. She looked disgustedly at her husband and slowly walked up the slope toward the house. Alice Jones projected more uninhibited sex appeal than any other married woman he knew. He knew she slept around, but still her twat looked pretty good to him. Alice had that certain something that made men burst their nuts quick. Just to get inside her hole and explore her rich depth, to make her scream and groan with passion would be enough. He wanted to make her drop that cold pretentious role of being so damn aloft.
Linda continued to speak, "Wow, there's all sorts of things going on across our country, as well as on our college campuses. We are changing all the old laws about abortions and women's rights. We don't believe in suffering any longer while men run out and have all the fun. In fact at my finishing school there were clubs – "
"What sort of clubs?" Mr. Fitz asked, hearing what Linda had said, but with his eyes still on Alice just now going into the house.
Linda thought about her position as a teacher and, being in the presence of the school principal, even if he was smoking dope, she had to keep her front. "Oh never mind… but girls share these days."
"Oh, now just a second, young lady." Harry Miller was being sarcastic.
Fran interrupted Linda's reply. "Oh come on, this is the twentieth century and anything a person wants to do is his own thing, provided that the principles do not interfere with the privacy of others. Take your colleges for instance. There are a lot of girls fresh out of high school and they are really dumb about guys. With the studying and curfew hours, they're pretty well boxed in. Believe me, when these girls get worked up for a man, there is going to be something going down. And not only that, the war has killed so much of our male populace that there is a current male shortage."
Mr. Fitz could no longer keep his mind on what the conversation was about. What was Alice doing all alone in the house? He touched Billy on the shoulder indicating he should take over as host. Then he slipped away and went down the beach in the opposite direction from the house, so as not to arouse George Jones' suspicion. When he was far enough he doubled back up the slope to the house. He supposed that the guests would be on the beach for a while longer.
He found Alice in the drawing room in front of the piano.
"Hello there, what's the matter? Weren't you enjoying the conversation out there? Don't tell me you're bored already?"
Alice sat down on the piano bench.
"I've heard it all before. Why did you come inside? Did you find them all a bunch of phonies?"
"Please, Alice, you're speaking of my friends."
"Phonies."
"Are you?"
"Not to myself – not when it comes to something I want. I know who I am and what I desire from life." She looked at him with sexy eyes.
He felt that if he took the dare, he might get some of her pussy before the others came into the house. He moved toward her. She stood up and went to the French windows. She looked desirable in the bikini, with her tanned legs. He could tell by the way she was built that her husband was jamming her with a lot of cock. He knew the signs when a woman wasn't being laid properly. When there was a constant burn between her legs, they have a tendency to take on weight. They walked with tender, delicate thighs brushing blissfully together; the juices erupting and wetting their underwear. It would appear that their cunts were too hot to take a long stride. A cunt as hot as Alice's didn't need much dicking. He could simply stick his finger in her pussy and that would blow her mind right away.
But one thing was certain, George neglected Alice terribly. Alice seemed to be tuned into his thoughts. She was stoned just enough not to give a damn either. She had made her statement on the beach for any man to hear.
Fitz had confidence in himself. He had heard that Alice was freaky for sucking pricks. He went to the window and stood behind her. He was tall enough to see over her shoulders. He put his arm around her and Alice glanced back, startled and sympathetic.
"Don't, Fitz, your mistress is out there. She might come into the house any minute."
"Your husband is also out there. What about him?"
"You know George… and what he is. He doesn't do anything for me any more."
"You got me upset out there, seeing you in this handkerchief – " He looked down at how her wide hips and ass were snuggled into the bikini.
"Fitz, you'd get hot for any woman, honey."
"I got the hots for you right now."
"I wouldn't play in another woman's house. You haven't married Adell, but she's got her hooks into you. Some other time, sweetie."
He took a quick look around the room and then pulled out his penis from beneath his shorts. He peeled the foreskin back and it squeezed out and stretched to maximum length. He drew her back on his cock and rubbed it against her ass. She shivered and the drink dropped from her hand. She turned and put her arms around his neck, parting her legs and whimpering.
She looked down at his stiff cock trying to wedge up between her legs. "Oh shit, Fitz, let me put it in my mouth!"
"Not in here, baby. Let's move out into the garden," he said.
He pushed the doors open and dragged Alice out into the garden. Alice was so stoned she could barely walk, but he helped her. He felt over her tits and patted her ass all the way to the tall maze of hedges. When he was certain they could not be seen from the house he stopped.
She saw his wiggly cock hanging out of his shorts. It had grown really huge for her. It was nearly too much for her to even imagine – she breathed harder and mumbled, "Let me suck it, Fitz. Please baby, let me kiss it for you."
"No… let me put it in your cunt."
"There isn't enough time for that. Please, my way!"
She knelt and held his dick in her palms her eyes crazily fixed, her tongue wetting her precious lips. The expression on her face was pitiful and desperate.
He braced himself against a tree and held on. He saw down into the cups of her halter. Her tits glimmered, and her rosebud nipples spread, hanging, swinging. Her mouth came over his cock and he thought his nuts were going to burst. She buried her mouth over the full length and slowly caressed his testicles. She drew in his hips closer, the other hand lifting his sac – his penis sticking out straight as an arrow. It went crazy! Spurting and waving around like a live serpent as she tried to catch it in her mouth… Finally she pinched his ass to make him stand still.
The hell with it. Fitz squared himself and stood his ground and fucked into her mouth.
He stood over her watching how she ate him up. She twisted and churned her lips over his crown. Her long hair was everywhere. He reached down and took her head in his hands holding the target steady. He slipped it all the way into her mouth and then pulled it back. She loved it and flicked her tongue around his ridge. He fucked deep into her throat this time, and she contracted her throat and pinched his tip. It felt so good that he wanted to keep it deep, but he knew she would gag. The good part about it was that a big cock all the way down her drainpipe didn't seem to bother her any. The deeper the better, she wanted it any way, as long as it was in her mouth. She gagged and tried to take it out of her throat, but he pushed harder. He could feel himself start to shoot off as a tremendous charge rumbled up from his nuts. He closed his eyes and leaned back and prepared for the earthshaking explosion!
Then abruptly Alice got up off her knees and stepped back a few paces and wiped the juice from her lips.
"Ahh, shit, Alice! You can't stop!"
"Someone is coming!"
He frantically stuffed his penis back inside his trunks and smoothed his hair back in place. It was Linda and Fran passing through the garden to join the others inside. After they had passed, Fitz started to take Alice in his arms.
"We have to stop now, Fitz. Are you crazy?"
"I want you to suck it more…"
"I can't now."
"Listen, there is a guest room in the east wing and nobody goes there. I want you to meet me there after everybody has gone to bed."
"No, no, I won't. I shouldn't have done what I did."
He squeezed her arm and jerked her close. "You had better be there. You are going to finish what you started!"
It had been a weird trip for Linda, all through dinner and later at the beach. It always amused her that people thought she was something she wasn't. It was amusing to see all these prominent men observe each of the women, trying to size up their sexual natures, hoping to get a thing going before the weekend was over. She thought Harry Miller was the dirtiest old man she had come across. The way he kept leering at her all the time, looking at her legs. When they were on the beach he had made certain he sat beside her. She decided to play dirty too and teased the shit out of him. He deserved it. It was rather a strange bit to know that all these men wanted to ball her – fuck their nasty old cocks up in her good cunt. She had felt more complimented because they did this in front of their wives. The bitches wanted her body too, she could tell. They were envious of her large breasts and ripe body.
She got a kick when she sat down and opened her legs in front of Principal Jones. She had been chatting away with one of the wives in some frivolous conversation, when she felt the principal's eyes examining her breasts. Men always seem to wig off her big cans. Once she had hugged her bosom to stay warm and her tits swelled over her halter. Principal Jones nearly flipped. However, she must admit he made her cunt soupy by staring at her body. She never suspected that the principal, of all people, had eyes for her. With that thought, she had gazed at his prick. It was not bad at all, bigger than a pickle. He had to be a cuntsucker because his wife Alice was such a horny bitch. The only way he could please her was to suck out her pussy hole, or ram about eighteen inches of dick in her big tank.
And then there was Yasha Saber, the sweet wife of the handsome tennis pro. What a story she could tell. Linda sensed that she was jealous of her husband. And with as much peter as Ted Saber carried in his basket, it was no wonder. Linda did not know much about Japanese women, except that they were great lovers, and they had been the rage during World War II. American soldiers did not want to leave Japan to come back to the States, which told Linda a lot. It was no doubt that she was the center of attention. Linda could not help but wonder what it would be like to make love to Yasha. She thought she would like to suck on small titties with their hard nipples. She was curious as to how the juices inside her twat tasted.
Despite Yasha's presence, Linda felt that all the guests had been watching her, since she and Fran were the outsiders – which would probably prevent them from carrying on as usual with their swap orgies. Mr. Fitz seemed overanxious for that kind of action to get under way.
Fran and Linda decided to retire early and go up to their room. It was time, for them to split from the group because they were really belting down the booze, beginning to behave like married people. She did not want to be hanging around messing up anybody's fun. She wasn't ready to join in their action, not yet, until she found out why Mr. Fitz had invited her up here.
Linda climbed into a hot bath and soaked for thirty minutes. She was really out of it, exhausted. Maybe she was hornier than she had thought. She drained most of the water from the tub so that the water was about three inches deep. She unfastened the shower nozzle and put it aside. She turned on the faucet so that there was a long splash of hot water. She sat back down in the tub and cocked op en her legs and rested her head. The stream of water pouring down hit her directly above her clitoris – she made a few adjustments and the water splashed against her pussy. It felt heavenly and she closed her eyes and slowly rotated her hips. She thought of the spray of water as being cum from a giant cockhead shooting off, splashing it hard into the center of her flower. She could move her hips and make the water splash where she felt the hottest. It was almost unbearable when it splattered directly on her clitoris. She pulled the lips of her pussy wide apart and nearly fainted. Oh, it was so good, building up through her sensitive body. She lathered her large breasts and squeezed and rolled them over her chest. She leaned forward to see her snatch, tingling in the hot water. Masturbating this way always did the trick for her. She raised one leg and admired her thighs; her pussyhair grew all the way back to her asshole. She stroked over her shank, the pretty thigh and back down to her cunt – hole, which was boiling over. She reached one hand under her hips so she would not interfere with the stream of water down, and stuck a finger into her pussy. The water splashed on the clitoris while she fingerfucked herself. One finger… two fingers… then the width of the hand barely squeezed into her tunnel. Then she heard Fran call to her. "Hey, what are you doing in there? I wanna bath too."
Linda started and screwed the shower nozzle back on, guiltily preparing to go back, unsated, to her room.