Margaret could hardly breathe. The sight before her was animal-like in its sexual intensity. It was exciting and exhilarating.
She let her eyes travel in the same path as the boys'. They were looking at a young girl lying on a blanket in the sand. She had unfastened her bra and the rounded globes of her heavy breasts could be seen squeezing outward from the sides of her body. She had also pulled down the bottom of her bikini until a good portion of her fleshy buttocks and the appealingly dark cleavage between them was available to the youngsters' watering eyes.
Meg was amazed. Just the sight of the girl's half-nude body was driving the two boys wild. From their conversation and the way they wildly pulled their young cocks. Meg was sure that if the girl desired she could walk over behind the dune to the two boys and make them her slaves.
Then Meg looked down at her own voluptuous body and reasoned that she could do the same thing. If she approached them naked they would fall on their knees and worship her body.
She could have their sweet, willing, young cocks any way she wanted them in her already eager, sopping cunt, in her mouth, even in her ass.
Her body shivered with the realization that only a few feet away lay exactly what she was looking for. The idea made her go wild with desire – young boys as her slaves. They were so hot at that age that they would do anything… anything for her pussy… just to look at it, touch it, smell it.
She slipped her hand down into the front of her bikini and found the swollen slit of her pussy with probing fingers. She began to rub back and forth, up and down as she watched the boys masturbate.
Their cocks were beautiful: hard muscled, with smooth white skin. They danced in their hands like two angry spears with bobbing red heads. Their little groins were barely covered with downy fuzz.
Meg could hardly control herself.
Then they came. Young clear sperm flew into the air from the heads of their tortured, bouncing cocks and dropped in great gobs onto the sand.
It was more than Meg could bear. The twin cocks remained hard even after ejaculation. The boys continued to pump on their shafts as if the come had never happened.
Oh, my God, she thought, tearing at the syrupy lips of her pussy, they can go on forever. Their youthful stamina must be twice that of a man's and their pent-up desires were the same.
She was almost ready to step out from her hiding place and confront them when the girl on the beach moved. She stood and re-fastened her bra in preparation to leave. Immediately the boys pulled their swim trunks up and slithered off around the dunes and out of sight.
It was only after they were gone that Meg regained her sanity and reasoned how dangerous and stupid her thoughts had been. They were children, barely eighteen years old. What could she have been thinking of?
But, never the less, her body was boiling with the heat of sexual need and desire as she traced, her path back to the house. She couldn't get the picture of those two, stiff young cocks out of her mind.
She knew that the innocence and youth of the boys appealed to her. She couldn't stop the thoughts of playing and sucking on those cocks from entering her jumbled brain.
But she was a moral, respectable woman. How could she even think of such things?
She rushed upstairs to her bathroom and removed her clothes. She tried to put the boys, her daughter, and Jerry, out of her mind as she adjusted her shower cap and turned on the spray.
As she started to step into the shower, she caught a glimpse of her nude body in the mirror. For some reason it shocked her to realize how well her firm, smooth-skinned figure compared to her daughter's and to the young girl on the beach.
"If that girl could excite those boys that much, when she was only half nude… I wonder what I could do stark naked," she mumbled aloud.
There was not a trace of the fact that she had born a child. There were no stretch marks or any extra flesh on her body. Her breasts were still firm and large, her stomach was flat, and her ass was fleshy, but solid.
Meg was not very tall, only five foot three, but she was perfectly proportioned for her height. She looked much younger than her years. Her hair was still worn in an easy, loose shoulder length style that was more indicative of younger women. The natural dark color was still lovely.
She ran her hands over her body. She cupped her tits from underneath and pushed them up. There was not far they could go, they were so firm. She was pleased with the way she looked. She thought that it would not be too terrible to have a boy's young body next to hers.
But she quickly dismissed the thought. Her cheeks were burning with shame as she felt the water pour over her. She soaped up her cunt and washed away all of the juices that she had gushed out from her masturbation. She sighed again from the touch of her own hand as she washed. The thoughts of the boys again tried to intrude.
Again, for the third time tat day, her fingers found her clitoris and started to manipulate the hot, hard little button.
No, she thought, this is ridiculous, silly. I'm a gown, mature woman. Sex and its cravings are normal. It's also normal to satisfy those cravings.
She decided, defiantly, that she would satisfy them, that very evening.
The bar was clear at the other end of the beach. She had heard about it from gossipy women in the laundromat, from men at the check-out counter, and now and then even an ad in one of Jerry's underground newspapers that he constantly left around the house. The ad was all too clear in her mind as she gingerly approached the door.
"GEORGE'S, where the swinging singles swing and the swapping couples meet."
There was an insane hammering inside her belly and her head as she pushed open the door.
"…do you have a card?"
The girl was young, about twenty, and dressed very sedately.
"A… no, what card?" Meg stammered. "This is a private club. You have to buy a membership."
"Oh… no, I'm not a member," Meg said. "Sorry." She turned to leave.
"Oh, it's all right," the girl replied. "It's mostly for the singe guys, anyway. They sometimes cause trouble and the police are always trying to close us up, you know."
"Oh… sure." Meg didn't know, but she didn't want to seem totally ignorant. She felt her courage draining fast.
"George always lets single women in anyway if they look all right. It's good for business. Go ahead!"
The girl pressed a button and opened the door behind her for Meg.
"Thanks," she said, a lump in her throat as she walked into the dimly-lit, music-filled room.
For a moment she froze and was on the point of fleeing. The bar stools seemed all occupied, the tables a dark blur. Then someone was forsaking a stool. Two stools. An attractive couple, apparently just meeting each other, had gotten up to leave. The man was very handsome and he had obviously just picked the girl up. The idea thrilled Meg. But, instead of leaving, the couple disappeared through a curtain in the rear of the bar.
Meg slid onto one of the newly vacated barstools, forcing a look of conviviality. The music was soft. The room pleasantly air-conditioned. The sounds of ice clinking in glasses, the usual bar sounds, were somehow reassuring.
"A Rob Roy," she said when the bartender asked her for her order Meg knew Harvey would flip if he could see her here this way, alone.
"Excuse me," a voice said. A man slid onto the adjoining barstool accidentally – was it accidentally? – grasping her elbow.
"That's all right," Meg said automatically, not daring to allow herself to look at him.
"At least, let me buy you a drink, for being such a clumsy oaf," he coaxed. Nice voice. Deep, mature.
Then the image was shattered as she turned and looked at him. He was short, shaped like an egg, and drool practically rolled from the corners of his mouth as his beady eyes openly lusted for Meg's breasts in the tight, low-cut dress.
Oh, God, she thought, have I struck out already? Is this the kind of man I attract? "I have a drink on the way," she said, coldly.
"Then I'll buy the second," the man offered, his eyes still lingering on the provocative thrust of her breasts. "Joe here makes the best drinks in town."
"I'm not a drinker," Meg admitted.
"Shame." His eyes asked if she were a swinger.
"I've never been in a bar alone before." That was a kooky thing to say.
"Where else can swinging singles meet?" he jibed.
"You're not single," Meg replied, looking directly at the ring on his finger.
"But I swing," he said, parting his lips in a grotesque grin that revealed yellow, tobacco stained teeth.
"I don't," Meg said.
"Then what the fuck are you doing in here?" he said, suddenly angered by her attitude.
"Eric, why don't you leave the lady alone and go back to the john and play with yourself."
Meg turned toward the low, cultured female voice that had come to her rescue. She saw a tall, beautiful dark-haired woman at her shoulder.
"Butt out, Sandra," the fat man said.
The woman had a command about her that seemed to stare down and wilt the man. He slid off the stool and moved away, mumbling to himself. "Fucking dykes… oughta keep em outta here."
"Don't worry, honey," the woman told Meg. "He's just a harmless pain in the ass. He got too heavy with me one night and my husband worked him over. He's been petrified of me ever since."
"Thanks," Meg said.
"Mind if I sit down?"
"Please do," Meg said, sorry that her first encounter had turned out so lousy, but glad that she, at least, had a kindred soul to talk to.
"I'm Sandra."
"Margaret Reed. Call me Meg."
Suddenly it struck Meg what a stunning woman Sandra was. She was very tall, with short black hair, and exquisite features that gave a regal, almost imperial, quality to her face. She was around thirty probably, but could have passed as much younger. Meg was sure this woman had no trouble picking up anyone she wanted.
Sandra seemed to read her thoughts. "Don't worry, honey, he's not the usual kind that comes in here. Most of the guys are really cool. I know, I've had just about all of them."
Meg blushed. Sandra's bluntness was turning her on. It was exhilarating. The scene suddenly got better. "I don't know," Meg offered. "This is my first time."
"You didn't mean what you said, did you?"
"What?"
"That you didn't swing?"
Meg blushed again. "I never have… yet. Is your husband here?"
"He's out of town. I don't usually come in here alone. There are too many guys like Eric around. But tonight I got lonely sitting at home alone."
"Are you… are you going to pick up a man?" Meg said.
"Never, not without Ralph along. Ralph's my husband. No, it's too dangerous with some of the kooks floating around."
Meg's head was swimming. Suddenly she realized what was going on. Sandra and her husband were part of the same scene as Harvey and Paula. She remembered that wild night in bed with the two of them. She remembered the gentle and expert way Paula had eaten her pussy.
She looked at Sandra with new interest. A woman really wasn't the kind of relief that she needed and wanted, but it might be safer.
The tall girl didn't miss her look. She slid off the stool. "Let's go in the back. Bring your drink!"
"What's back there?" Meg asked. She felt very foolish. At her age she had no idea what was going on.
"Movies… new one every week," Sandra replied. "I haven't seen this one."
The theatre part of the bar was very small and very dark. The seats were more like love seats, very wide and soft. As soon as her eyes adjusted she realized what kind of a movie it was. A man and two women were fucking on the screen. The sight of the big cock plummeting in and out of the girl's cunt had an immediate effect on Meg.
"Ever see a film like this before?" Sandra said, edging closer until her hot leg was pressed against Meg's.
"Once," Meg gulped, "at a party… it was a long time ago." She felt like an idiot. She also felt scared, but she was too embarrassed by her own ignorance to get up and leave. The soft thigh against her own was also turning her on more than she wanted to admit.
Meg falsely watched the screen for minutes that seemed like hours. What would be her next move? Would she make one? Meg half-hoped she would, half-hoped she wouldn't. Oh, this is childish, this is obscene, and she told herself.
Then Meg realized, as the screen momentarily brightened, that they weren't alone. Sitting directly in front of them she saw the handsome couple whose stool she had taken at the bar.
They were locked in a passionate embrace, nearly as heated as the scene on the screen. She tried to tear her eyes away from them, but the sounds they made kept drawing her back.
Soon, after a half-dozen long and silent kisses, the girl was moaning with need. A need that Meg fully sympathized with. She watched the two, forgetting the screen, but not entirely forgetting the girl in the seat next to her.
The man began playing with the girl. The girl was so excited, she appeared helpless. She didn't even resist when the man made her expose her breasts right there in the theatre. She pulled the blouse wide open so her tits showed completely, even tough it was obvious that both Meg and her neighbor must be watching. Then the man had his hand inside the girl's panties and was digging into her cunt.
Meg could not resist. She had to look at Sandra to her to see if she was really watching the couple, too.
She was, and she smiled at Meg's flushed expression.
"Quite a double feature we're seeing here, eh?" she whispered. Meg snapped her eyes back to the screen and did not answer.
When Meg looked down again, the girl was taking off her panties and holding her skirt up high, fidgeting in her seat.
By the motions of the man's arm, Meg could picture his fingers fucking in and out of the girl, the juice running out of her pussy.
Meg ached all over, just with the want to be in that seat instead of the girl.
It seemed that knowing he was being watched drove the man even harder. He redoubled his efforts. The girl was moaning openly and arching up in the seat as the man's head disappeared under her skirt. The girl was whimpering as she neared her peak, and Meg found that her own hand was pressing down hard on her crotch. She was wet down there. She could feel her own juices running down aver her thigh.
The girl was coming again and again and again, and Meg could not stop a small sound from escaping her own lips.
Sandra leaned over until her lips were in Meg's ear. "I wish I was doing to you what he's doing to her."
No, Meg thought, no, not again, not tonight, not with a woman. She looked up to see the girl on the screen sucking the man's huge, hard cock. That's what I want, she screamed to herself, I want a cock.
Sandra lifted one of Meg's hands to her breast. Meg gasped as she felt the woman's hard nipple in her hand. It throbbed in her palm and she was helpless to do anything but squeeze and knead.
"Want to?" Sandra asked, her voice low and throaty.
"Yes," Meg said, with what sounded like a sob in her throat.
"My place," Sandra said. "Do you have a car?" Meg nodded. "Good. Follow me."