CHAPTER SEVEN
In spite of complete sexual satiety—for the time being—it was the pangs of hunger, which finally brought them all downstairs to the evening meal, served piping hot, buffet style by Nancy Barber and Charlotte Harding.
Jim hobbled down the stairs, assuring everyone that he was fit and feeling fine. They ate in relative silence, ravenously, seated in the living room, where there was a roaring fire in the fireplace, giving them all a warm glow of home-like amenity.
Frank sat near Cheryl, and although he said very little to his wife, his attitude and the way he looked at her told her more plainly than words that he knew all about it… already—or at least, he might have guessed. As she looked about, seeing Nancy, vivacious and fawning over Jim Harding, still acting more or less as his self-appointed nurse, Charlotte, tolerant of Nancy, shooting lascivious glances at Frank, she shuddered with the knowledge that almost everyone in the room had had some sexual congress with most of the others. In her mind, it was a bizarre situation. And, later on, tonight, they’re all going to do it… openly… if I understand what Charlotte was saying. Ugh! I really don’t want to have any part of it! I don’t see how they could do it… with other people watching! She hadn’t promised that she would take part in their open swinging. I could just watch I suppose… There was Frank, her husband; he would be champing at the bit, she knew now, wanting to be a part of it all, and some of her newfound knowledge helped her to understand him a little better. But, it has to be evened out, I suppose! Id be a real wet blanket and spoil it for everybody… if I didn’t go along with it. It was a difficult decision to make; she thought it kind of a cold-blooded thing… to just make up one’s mind to have sexual intercourse in a group where everybody would be expected to do it with everybody else. Somehow, it seemed to detract from the real meaning of sex.
Then Charlotte was mixing after dinner drinks, and Cheryl decided to have a martini. She didn’t like to drink; it was not a part of her bringing-up, but she did drink occasionally as a social gesture. Now, she saw in the alcohol an escape. Maybe… if I drank two or three, and got to feeling relaxed enough so that I didn’t care, I could stand to do it.
Sipping at her drink, Cheryl heard music coming from a small transistor radio which Nancy had brought down from their room. It added a cheery note to things, and as her drink warmed her, she swung her leg in time to the tune coming through the tiny speaker.
Suddenly, Jim was all alert, calling for silence, he told them, “Listen! Here’s something on the news about us!”
All six crowded about. “THE LATEST WORD ON A GROUP OF HUNTERS STRANDED IN A LODGE NEAR THE CANADIAN BORDER BY THE SNOWSTORM BLANKETING MOST OF NORTHERN MONTANA…” the announcer’s voice intoned, “ACCORDING TO HUNTING GUIDE JONOTHAN LONGWALK, EMPLOYED BY JAMES HARDING, OWNER OF THE LODGE, THE MEMBERS OF THE HUNTING PARTY ARE IN NO IMMEDIATE DANGER. THEY ARE ALL SAFE IN THE LODGE WHERE THERE IS ADEQUATE FOOD AND SHELTER. LONGWALK, WHO RODE OUT OF THE SNOWBOUND AREA ON HORSEBACK, SAID THAT THE PARTY BECAME STRANDED WHEN HARDING’S PLANE CRASHED ON LANDING ON A PRIMITIVE AIRSTRIP AT THE LODGE. PLANS ARE NOW BEING MADE TO RESCUE THE STRANDED PARTY. A SKI-EQUIPPED AIRPLANE IS BEING READIED TO FLY INTO THE RUGGED AREA; HOWEVER IT WILL BE NECESSARY TO POSTPONE THE FLIGHT UNTIL AFTER THE STORM HAS LIFTED…”
“Damn! If they only knew…!” Gene Barber chortled.
“AND, NOW WE RETURN…”
Nancy turned down the volume of the radio and set it on the mantel. “Yes, if they only knew!” she said. “I’m sure there are some people who will think we’re in real trouble!”
“Well, we’re in no danger of being rescued until the storm is over!” Jim said. “Meanwhile, we ought to make the most of it. What do you say?” He looked around the room, his penetrating gaze from pale, blue eyes alighting on Cheryl, as he went on, “We’re all in this together, now… because, I’m sure you all know that almost everybody here has balled with all the others, so what I’m suggesting is that we take the wraps off of it and have ourselves one hell of a swinging sex party!”
“I’m for that!” It was the rotund lawyer, who raised his glass and drained it.
It was the moment Cheryl Paynter had dreaded. She too turned away and drained her glass, then headed for the tiny bar to pour herself another. She bumped into her husband. Irritated, knowing that he had placed himself in her path on purpose, she tried to step around him, but he would have none of her avoiding him.
“How about it?” he whispered hoarsely. “Are you going to join in for the fun?”
“I-I don’t know, Frank.”
“Well, I am… whether you do or not!” he growled.
“I don’t suppose I could stop you, so go ahead! You’ve got my permission… if that’s what you want!”
“It’s not that I want.”
“I can’t imagine you asking, anyway… after what you’ve already done!” It was caustic; she meant it to be so.
“Damn it, Cheryl… I want you! I want you to be a part of it, too!”
“I haven’t made up my mind, darling!” she smiled coyly. “Right now, I want another one of these!” she held up her empty glass.
Frank took her glass and poured another martini for her. As they turned back to the center of the room, the radio had been turned up to higher volume and a driving rock tune filled the air. Nancy, her willowy body moving to the hard beat, was doing a twisting, pelvis-thrusting, impromptu dance, her green eyes glued flirtatiously on Jim Harding as she began to unbutton her blouse.
Frank, standing next to his wife, watched the willowy slimness of her body’s gyrations, remembering how she had exploded into climax beneath his pounding cock. When her blouse came off to reveal the fullness of her high, wide-spaced breasts, jiggling provocatively with the movements of her dance, he couldn’t suppress a murmured, “Damn! She’s really something!”
Below, the shaft of his cock was flooding quickly with pounding blood, his desire flowing into his hardening erection, as he realized that even though he had coupled with Gene Barber’s young wife, he had not had those beautiful breasts of hers in his hands.
Glancing up at her husband, Cheryl saw the lewdness of his concentrated gaze and moved away from him with a sinking feeling in her belly. She wondered if she’d ever get used to the idea of sharing her husband with other women. There was one overwhelming reason why she would have to try: If I don’t, he won’t be around at all!
She sat down on the couch, trying not to watch the sexy dance Nancy was putting on, for now the auburn-haired woman had removed her skirt, and only her brief, see-through panties remained to cover her nakedness.
Embarrassed, Cheryl looked away from Nancy’s lovely body, when she began to roll the waistband of her panties downward until the soft curls of her auburn pubic hair peeked up above the rolled material. Standing near the fireplace, she saw Gene Barber and Charlotte. They had placed their drinks on the mantel, and as Jim Harding’s black-haired, voluptuous wife leaned back against the face of the fieldstone fireplace, Gene stood close to her, their loins touching. He had just finished unbuttoning her dress down the front and his hand was slipping inside to fondle the bounty of her breasts. Cheryl already knew that Charlotte would not be wearing a brassiere either.
Jim Harding watched Nancy dance for a while, painfully aware that she was dancing just for him. It wasn’t that he found her unattractive; she was a damned beautiful woman… a sexy woman, who really knew how to please herself and her man, and it wasn’t that he had tired of her, either. Hell! He couldn’t ever get bored with a woman like her. She’s like Charlotte… always ready for something new and exciting as far as sex’s concerned! No! That wasn’t the reason he wasn’t paying attention to the pudgy lawyer’s wife, at all; it was because his attention was riveted on Cheryl Paynter, seated coldly, aloofly, on the couch by herself. It was the smell of the chase, the prospect of a new conquest that excited him, as his eyes swept over her demure, petite body, admiring the shapeliness of her crossed legs, a short expanse of white flesh showing above her knees. Charlotte had already told him briefly of her own successful seduction of the younger woman, followed by Gene Barber’s having barged in to take full advantage of Cheryl’s aroused state—as well as her own. “I think she’s ready, darling, but take it easy with her. Be as gentle as you can!” Charlotte had told him in conclusion.
“Come on, Nancy,” Frank Paynter called out, “quit teasing us. Take them all the way off!” He drained the remaining third of his drink, set the glass on a side table and threatened, “Or I’ll take them off for you!”
“You want to try?” Nancy challenged, rolling her panties down now until the whole of her softly curling pubic hair, shining lustrously in the firelight and the soft glow of the oil lamps was revealed.
“Sure?”
“Well don’t… because I want Jim to.” Nancy began, then stopped dancing, her mouth clamping shut in mid-sentence, as she saw the tall figure of their host move across the room toward the couch where Cheryl Paynter was seated in disdainful loneliness. “Jim?”
Charlotte, ever watchful, always aware of situations as they developed, writhed away from Gene Barber’s passionate, open-mouthed kiss, telling him, “I’m sorry, Gene, but I’ve got to head your wife off… before a scene develops!”
Moving to the music, Jim’s wife came to the center of the room and took Nancy into her arms, her pelvis rotating suggestively against the other woman’s almost naked loins and her lips barely moving as she whispered hoarsely, “Don’t blow it now, Nancy, darling. Jim’s got to make it with Cheryl!”
“Oh, I know that… but I was hoping he’d… want to make it with me, first!”
“I could say the same thing, you know. Besides, there’s Frank Paynter, and your husband… and me!”
Charlotte kissed her then, drawing her close into her arms, as her tongue wormed deeply into her mouth. Nancy’s eyes closed and she melted against the other woman, her legs going rubbery, trembling with desire as she leaned against the fullness of Jim’s wife’s melon-like breasts. Spotting Frank standing there, watching stupidly, she crooked her finger at him, behind Nancy’s bare back, at the same time as she implored him with her eyes to jump in and do something.
Her legs gave way and Nancy sunk to the floor on a bear-skin rug. Charlotte followed her down to lie beside her, still kissing her deeply, while her hands caressed and massaged the softness of her tingling breasts, the nipples coning out prettily to be rolled and stimulated to quivering erection.
Frank finally understood. With swift sureness, he began to divest himself of his clothing. He was down to only his shorts in a minute. Slipping them down over his hips, he freed the massive, throbbing length of his penis and came to kneel on the bear-skin rug, his lascivious hands reaching out to smooth down the svelte taper of Nancy’s thighs. She was on her back, and as she felt hands caressing her, guessing that it must be Frank Paynter, her trembling thighs relaxed and parted for him to expose the whole of her naked pussy to him, when he grasped the rolled waistband of her panties and jerked them off of her. Frank, gripping the shaft of his cock, began to lower himself down over her, thinking only that he would have to go into her right then and fuck her half silly, because he himself couldn’t wait any longer.
“Wait, Frank!” It was Gene Barber leaning down over him. “Don’t shove your cock into her yet! She just loves to have her cunt sucked before she’s fucked!”
“I can’t wait, damn it!”
“Force yourself, then… and it’ll be worth it!” Gene grinned, reminding himself, even as he spoke, to be sure to follow his own good advice… the next time he coupled with his wife.
“Okay, I’ll try!” Frank couldn’t help his grin, as he found a certain, wry humor in receiving operating instructions, as it were, from the husband of the woman he was just about to fuck. “I guess you know from experience?!”
“Yeah, you could say that!” Gene grinned back, as he straightened up and began to undress. Well… it looks like I’m going to have our host’s wife all to myself! He glanced over at the couch to see Jim Harding seated beside Cheryl Paynter. Their tall host was talking earnestly to her. The great stud doesn’t seem to be making much headway with her! It was a derisive thought, as he remembered how it was he, the sexual bumbler, who had already laid her, forgetting that it was only a fortunate accident, which had put him in the right place at the right time.
Jim was talking, but Cheryl was listening hardly at all. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of what was happening in front of the fireplace. Her husband was crouching down, now, between Nancy Barber’s long white, softly tapered thighs, his head thrust down there in the angle of them. The way Gene’s wife’s hips undulated, she knew what was happening, as her Frank’s tongue licked and sucked at the other woman’s widespread cunt. All too well, now, she knew what was happening, as she felt the smoldering fires of her own passion being blown into life and the moistness bedewing her down there between the fleshy lips of her vagina, pressed close together by her tightly clamped thighs. It was almost as though she could feel her husband’s tantalizing mouth licking at her own aroused cunt-flesh… and God! How she wished it could be him!
Instead, it was Jim Harding who was talking in a low, sexy and seductive voice to her, his hand now on her knee and massaging upward above the hem of her dress, his hand warm and gentle, but still she was uncertain, unwilling to allow herself to unleash her sensual body to the uninhibited sexuality her host was suggesting.
“You’re not kidding anybody,” Jim husked into her ear. “Charlotte told me that you really turned on… and that our fat lawyer friend really gave it to you… but good!”
How could I forget! “I-I couldn’t help myself! I didn’t really want him to do it to me! Charlotte was… well, you know?”
“I know. Charlotte was sucking your cunt… and Gene just happened to be there, so he fucked you! Right?”
His language irritated her, and his direct approach rather frightened her, as well, for now his hand was there fondling the soft brown curling hair of her pubic mound, as he slipped his hand under the waistband of her panties. She resisted him mentally, but at the same time, she had a wild urge to spread her legs wide for his caressing hand… tell him to go ahead and do whatever he wanted to do. Cheryl picked up her half-finished martini and in two gulps downed it, feeling the warming effect of the alcohol as it went down.
“Yes!” she admitted. “But, I-I’m not that kind of woman, really! I love my husband!”
“I love my wife, too… just like I know she loves me… and I never doubt it for a moment!”
Cheryl’s eyes had never left the quartet on the rug. Now, she saw that Gene Barber was finishing the removal of Charlotte’s dress, revealing that she hadn’t a stitch of underwear on under it. “Even when… she’s…” Cheryl searched for a word to use. “When she’s… involved with somebody else?”
“There’s no involvement. It’s just sex! Fucking for the fun of it!” There! She had forced herself to say that word again!
Jim was leaning across her, now, murmuring low and intimately, as he continued: ”... And, then… when we’re together, after we’ve gone with somebody else it’s really something else. We’re more turned on to each other than we ever were, before we started swinging!”
Still trying to see what was going on in front of the fireplace, Cheryl craned her neck to see over his shoulder that blocked her view. Gene, she saw, had his hand down between Charlotte’s legs as he lay cuddled behind her, his finger rubbing erotically up and down the short length of her clitoris and he was kissing her neck and shoulders; meanwhile Jim’s wife was still kissing Nancy, her hands massaging now, down over the flat white belly of the willowy body of Gene’s wife. And, Frank was just moving up over Nancy, her svelte, smoothly tapered thighs spreading wide for him as he cradled himself between them.
With an unwarranted fascination, Cheryl watched, acutely aware that it was her husband, whose performance she observed. A stabbing pang of jealousy pierced her, as she saw Nancy’s tiny, tapered hand go down to grasp and guide the fiery, blood-red head of his cock straight into the moistly glistening hole of her flowered-open cunt. Then, Frank’s slim hips were flexing, driving the massive hardness of his cock deep into her receptive vagina. Looking right up her husband’s muscular, hairy legs, she could see his semen-filled testicles hanging down, and the cruel stretching of the other woman’s cuntal mouth around the great girth of his penis as it slid smoothly into her; then, as he thrust all the way into her, his balls swung up hard into the crevice between her flexing buttocks.
Cheryl couldn’t watch anymore of it, as she wished fervently that it wasn’t really happening… that it was all a bad dream that would go away, but even more she wished that it was she herself, who lay there on the bearskin rug accepting her husband Frank’s desire-hardened penis deep into her own now needful vaginal sheath. Jim’s hand had wormed its way down between her thighs as she had unconsciously relaxed them. Now, she clamped them tight, trapping his hand in the sensually singing flesh of her pussy.
“OOoohh!” she moaned, as his middle finger touched the erect and sensitive shaft of her clitoris. “Please… d-don’t…!”
She leaned back against the couch, and her hands went down to pluck at his wrist, attempting to make him stop his unwanted seduction of her.
“Your clit’s all nice and hard!” he breathed. “You’re getting ready to be fucked… whether you want to or not. A woman’s body doesn’t lie, you know!”
God! She did know! That was the trouble. It was her body, more sensitive sexually than she had ever imagined it to be which had led her, first, to allow Charlotte to lead her into a lesbian embrace… And then Gene…!
Before she could protest further, Jim Harding was kissing her. The last thing she saw, just before his lips found hers and her eyes closed was Charlotte rolling to her side then reversing herself, quickly, her knees straddling Gene Barber’s face and her full, sensuous lips ovalling to slip down over the bloated head of his penis. Her husband was up over Nancy, now, bracing himself on hands and knees, as he buffeted his massive, glistening rod of male-flesh in and out of her squirming cunt.
Cheryl knew then that it was all very real. It was all happening, and was about to happen to her, too, as she felt Jim’s teasing tongue running around the tender, sensitive inner part of her lips, before she relaxed her jaw to allow it to burst lashingly deep into her mouth. Do you suppose it’s really true… that Frank and I would be more loving… more turned onto each other if I-I were to… go ahead and d-do it?
Jim’s hand was behind her busily zipping down the zipper at the back of her dress. She wanted to stop him, but she was powerless. Now she was kissing him back, her own tongue entwining with his, while below, her thighs, aching from holding them tightly clamped together, relaxed a little more, parting slightly and allowing his hand freer access to her rapidly stimulating pussy-flesh.
Unable to handle the fact of her fall, her moral mind, loaded down with its middle-class, Puritanical principles, retreated strategically, allowing her the fantasy that it wasn’t really a relative stranger who was going to couple with her sexually; it was her husband Frank. That was what she really wanted anyway, so it was easy for her to envision Frank’s mouth kissing her… Frank’s hands undressing and arousing her… and Frank, who would be thrusting deep into her… Desperately she imagined it, and it was so… for her!
Then she was helping him by leaning forward, shrugging her shoulders as he removed the sleeves of her dress down over her arms, turning slightly so that he could undo the hooks of her brassiere and shivering as it came off and she felt a wash of cool air over her naked breasts. Almost in the next instant, her host’s strong-fingered hands were cupping her heaving breasts, kneading them, and she was aware of her sensitive nipples coned out hard against the rough palm of his hand. She opened her eyes slightly, finding her vision blurred, and feeling a dizziness that could only be caused by the two martinis she had slugged down. Over by the fireplace, she made out the four figures coupled there; however she couldn’t figure out what was happening with Gene Barber and Jim’s wife Charlotte. The black-haired woman was on her knees, while Gene mounted her from behind. At first, it looked as though he was fucking her animal-fashion, as she had seen her husband on the Harding’s bed, slaving away behind Nancy Barber, but there was something different. Gasping her disbelief, she realized that Charlotte’s hand was there, reaching back between her legs and gripping the shaft of the lawyer’s throbbing cock, as she guided it alternately into both openings of her loins. “Oh, no!”
Jim, whose mouth had dropped down to nibble and suck at the berry-like buds of her now fully erect nipples, raised his head inquisitively and followed her staring gaze.
“Y-your wife! She’s being…” Cheryl couldn’t think of the right word for it.
“She loves it that way…” he said mildly, returning to suck Cheryl’s other breast.
“But… it’s…!”
“Anal intercourse…!” He said it off hand, dismissing it as unimportant to him. “A lot of women are really turned on by it! Charlotte likes the combination!”
“Ugh!”
“Don’t knock it unless you’ve tried it!”
“I-I’d never… do that!”
“Don’t bet on it!” Jim was pulling her dress down over her hips now, and she wriggled and raised up to help him get it off. Then hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, he pulled them slowly down, allowing the salacious gaze of his blue eyes to devour the loveliness of her small milk-white body.
Suddenly, Jim Harding was standing tall and dominating over her, and he was grasping her by the ankles and hauling her petite body around until she was lying flat on the couch with her buttocks up on the low arm, the soft upholstery allowing her a measure of comfort.
Kneeling, he came swiftly in between her soft white thighs, parting them with his hands and draping her knees up over his shoulders. She knew what he was going to do, and she tried to writhe away from him, moaning a low, throaty animal-like sound in her throat. Oh, God! If he ever touches me there… with his tongue…
But the huge muscular man was no match for her. He forced her to lie still with steel-fingered hands which gripped her legs and kept them parted.
She tried to protest, but he was deaf to her plea. His blond head went down between her trembling thighs, as he held them firmly wide-splayed, the whole of her pussy upturned and naked before him. There between her legs he saw the tiny moist portal of her vagina, the fleshy lips fringed with light brown pubic hair, and above the tiny hard bud of her clitoris throbbed in its covert crease. Christ! What a gorgeous little cunt! Probably tight as hell! He found it hard to believe that she had already borne two children!
Grunting like an animal, Jim lowered his mouth to capture her fearfully cringing vaginal mouth, his tongue curling to lick up and down and around the short length of her tiny, fully hardened clitoris. Her body spasmed jerkily with the moist contact, eliciting a moan of ecstasy mixed with a heart-rending cry of defeat, for until the very last moment she had been determined to resist him.
Cheryl’s head flailed helplessly as flashing sensations of desire seared her naked belly. Now, there was no hope for her. She was going to be fucked just as surely as night follows day! As her head rolled to the side, she saw Nancy Barber’s long slim legs scissoring out on either side of Frank’s cock-driving hips, and she had the impression that the woman, lying on her back, taking all of her husband’s pounding cock up inside her cunt was just about ready to explode into orgasm. It was then that her fantasy-bubble burst. God! Frank’s bringing her… bringing Nancy to climax! And it couldn’t possibly be Frank, too, whose tantalizing tongue was down there slipping in and out of her own seeping vaginal opening… making her want to let him do anything he wanted. It was Jim! Jim Harding was the one who was doing it to her! And he’s the one who’s going to… fuck me! Again, she found it easy to think it. Yes, damn it! I’m going to get fucked! There’s no way I can stop it, now! Perversely, then, she wanted Frank to be watching when she did… wanted to see what effect it would have on him… how it would make him feel.
And Frank Paynter, slamming his expanding cock to the utmost depths of Nancy Barber’s clasping cuntal sheath was exhilarated. For the first time there was no fear in him that he would cum too soon. Christ! I feel like my hard-on could last forever! Then, he modified his thought: At least, I feel like I could keep right on fucking, until I’ve laid at least one other woman! He knew exactly who she would be, too: his own wife Cheryl! The sound of her voice protesting something someone was doing to her had prompted him to look back over his shoulder. In that glance, swift as it was, he saw that his wife was on the couch, her legs draped up over their host’s shoulders while his voracious mouth licked and sucked at her writhing pussy. Her lovely, pixie-like face was contorted with a passion he had never seen in her before. Damn! She’s really turned on! That’s why he was determined to last long enough. I’ll finish up with Nancy in a minute or two, then, damn it, Cheryl’s going to get some real fucking!
Like a man gone berserk, he pounded deep into Nancy’s quivering white belly, exulting as she thrust back at him with vigorous, countering thrusts of her own. She was moaning incessantly beneath him, urging him on, “Fuck me hard! Shove your cock into me… deep and hard! Fill my cunt with it, Frank, darling! Make me know I’ve been fucked by a real man! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!”
Then she was convulsing beneath his battering cock, her legs scissoring lewdly out around his flexing hips, her passion-contorted lips screaming her complete satisfaction. “OOOOOooooohhhhh! Oh! I’m cumming! Now! AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuggggghhhh!” He saw her head rolling from side to side uncontrollably, her auburn hair trailing in lustrous strands around her face and her green eyes glazed with the intensity of her rapture.
He stopped then, holding himself above her, while he held his rock-hard cock deep up inside her, burying it in her to feel the clasping interior muscles milk involuntarily at his massive cock-shaft. God! It was a good feeling to know that he could hold back… that the old bugaboo of cumming too soon was behind him!
Nancy’s eyes were looking up at him from her sensitive, artistic face. They held a mixture of gratitude and awe, as she choked out, “OOoohh, Frank, darling… that was just out of this world! It gets better… with you… every time!”
He couldn’t suppress his grin of elation, but he didn’t know what to say, so he just murmured, “Great!”
Knowing that he shouldn’t leave her too soon, he rolled to his side, clasping her tight to him to keep her in position… keep his expanding, lurching cock buried deep up in her ecstatic belly for a little while longer. From his new position, he could look across the room to the couch where his wife Cheryl was being licked to cunt-searing arousal by Jim Harding.
His tall muscular host was standing now, and was in the act of stripping off his shorts, revealing the long hard lance of his cock standing out rampantly from the hairiness of his loins, his eyes boring steadily down at Frank’s wife as he said, “You’re all ready to fuck, now… so why don’t you let me hear what you want?”
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