CHAPTER EIGHT
Cheryl only moaned something unintelligible and Jim went to the couch and scooped her petite, elfin body up in his strong arms. Carrying her a few steps closer to the fireplace, he put her down on her back; as he did, her softly sculpted thighs spread invitingly wide and her pelvis undulated up suggestively toward him as he lowered himself over her, wedging his slim hips down between her widespread legs. “Well?” he urged, leering down into her passion contorted face.
“Oh, God, Jim… just go ahead and do it… t-to me!”
Again he coaxed. “Do what, darling?”
His chunky cock-head went down into her cuntal-slit, the huge blood-filled smoothness of it in electric contact with her throbbing clitoris. Slowly, his hips flexed and he rubbed it teasingly against the throbbing little bud.
Frank’s wife was so far gone, so thoroughly aroused and desperate that she was ready for almost anything, but somehow the humiliation of asking to be fucked was something at which she balked. Soft mewling moans issued from her throat, and a desperate hand slid down between them in an attempt to grasp and guide his hotly pulsating male-flesh to the yearning portal of her cunt.
Catching her hand, Harding forced it back even with her shoulders; for good measure he gripped her other hand the same way. “Do you want me to fuck you…?” he asked her harshly then.
“Y-Yes! Oh, God, yes! Don’t torture me by making me wait!” Cheryl moaned.
“Then say it!” he insisted.
“All right!” she flung back, throwing everything away for her great need. “Fuck me, damn it! Shove your cock into my c-cunt… and fuck me! Hard! I want you to fuck me! Right now!”
She surprised Jim, but one listener was even more taken aback. Frank had never heard his wife say those words. It was almost as though she were saying them to him, instead of to their host. Deep inside Nancy’s now subsiding cuntal sheath, his cock lurched with desire. Goddamn it! I’ve got to fuck her! Now! He eased his throbbing cock out of Gene Barber’s wife’s cunt, and she stirred languorously, asking, “What’s wrong, Frank? Don’t leave me… now…!”
“I’ve got to!” he explained. “I’m going to fuck my wife!”
“Then… you didn’t cum inside me…?”
“No! Couldn’t you tell?”
“Oh, I was too involved!” Nancy told him. Then, watching Jim Harding there on the floor with Cheryl, she said, “It looks like she’s already spoken for!”
Flaring out angrily, he grated. “She’s my wife! I’ll fuck her if I want to!”
“You may have to share her with Jim, darling!” Nancy suggested gently.
“We’ll see!” he barked and crawled the short distance across the floor. “Cheryl!”
His wife looked up at him through vision-dimmed eyes. “Frank!” she gasped. “You’re here!”
“You’re damned right, I’m here… and I’m going to fuck the ass off you!”
Confused, she looked from her husband to Jim Harding, who had just driven the enormous shaft of his cock deep into her vagina, where it lay buried like a great log, expanding lurchingly against the tight sheath of her forever stretched cunt. It felt so deliciously filling after she had adjusted to its huge presence. Now, with an anticipation, she had never felt before, she was waiting for him to begin his virile thrusting in and out of her… the real beginning of the coupling for her. Below, her hips rotated demandingly, saying as clearly as her words of but a moment before, “Let’s fuck! Now!”
“Oh, Frank! I-I hoped you would!”
His voice remarkably controlled, Jim said, amiably, “No chance, right now, Frank! She’s mine… but I’ll let you do whatever else you want to!”
“But, she’s my wife!”
“True… but this’s a swinging party… and she’s one I haven’t balled yet!”
Cheryl tried to follow their conversation. The only solution she could think of was to take them both.
“Jim! Frank!” she cried. “I-I want both of you… t-to fuck me!” She didn’t really know how it could be done, but that’s what she wanted.
“Okay, Cheryl, baby… if that’s what you really want.” Harding grunted, wrapping his arms around her and turning agilely to his back, bringing her easily into position above him, her petite body no heavier for him than a couple of sacks of flour. “Your husband can fuck you in the ass!”
At that moment, Charlotte voiced her coming climax, and Cheryl’s head swiveled toward her, to see Jim Harding’s black-haired wife gored from behind by Gene’s battering cock in her rectum.
“AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaauuuuuuggggh!” Charlotte screamed. “Fuck it! Hard!”
The pudgy lawyer drove deep up into the soft sponginess of her rectum for his final effort, for he, too was cumming, his expanding cock jetting the hot white stream of his semen deep into her clutching rear passage. He squealed out his delight and collapsed heavily on top of her.
Cheryl watched them slide down to the floor with fascination, still locked in the obscene coupling, and strangely, Charlotte’s passionate outcry rang resoundingly in her mind. God! Is it really possible? She seemed to enjoy it!
The moment before Charlotte’s screaming climax, she had been ready to protest Jim’s proposal; now, as she felt herself skewered on top of him, her buttocks exposed vulnerably to her husband, who was even at that very instant, kneewalking in behind her, his hand gripping the shaft of his mightily throbbing penis, she wasn’t sure what she would do.
“Is that what you want, Cheryl?” Frank was asking.
“Oh, God, I-I don’t know! I don’t know!”
Instinctively, she began to pump her own hips, absorbing and reabsorbing, Jim’s thick length up into the searing depths of her cuntal sheath, as he reached up to massage both of her breasts with his paw-like hands, twirling the elongated nipples, back and forth between his thumbs and forefingers. “Come on, Cheryl,” he urged. “Let’s fuck while you’re trying to make up your mind! I can’t wait any longer!” His hips pounded up at her, countering the wild rhythm she was setting.
Frank, kneeling there behind his wife, saw the other man’s cock, going into her, and he was almost beside himself with frustration and desire. The son-of-a-bitch!
“I’ll make up your mind for you, Goddamn it!” Frank growled.
He came in between Harding’s long, widespread legs, his hands reaching out to the rounded softness of his wife’s jouncing buttocks, as she moved almost hypnotically now feeling the riotous sensations surging through her.
Grasping the soft pliant mound of a buttock in each hand, he spread them wide and nudged the fiery head of his rock-hard, pulsating cock into the crevice to make contact with the crinkled, hairless opening of her anus.
“Don’t do it yet, Frank!” It was Nancy Barber, who husked into his ear. “You’ve got to stretch her out a little bit, first!”
“Why?” he challenged.
“Because you’re so heavy hung, stud!”
He stopped. She was right, of course, and the fact that she had called him stud pleased him no end. It was a new role… a new self-image for him.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right!” he admitted.
Cheryl had cringed away from him, while at the same time she had continued her fucking movements, skewering herself on the massively hardened rod of Jim’s maleness, knowing that she couldn’t stop even if she’d wanted to. She had to have cock filling her cunt, and she didn’t really know what she would have done, if Frank had tried to put his cock in her there!
“Use your finger, first!” Nancy instructed.
With her cuntal moisture as a lubricant on his middle finger, he searched for again and found the tiny winking anal opening. Pressing his finger into it, he heard his wife gasp with pain; then, as he pushed recklessly on in, all the way to his palm, her moan of pain changed to a mewlingly erotic hum, her loins wriggling back on it to absorb it deeply. Slowly, then, he sawed his finger in and out of her rectum. He was elated. Damn! She likes it!
“Now, put in two fingers!” Nancy, again.
He did it, and no sooner had he shoved both fingers deep into his wife’s rectum than she was begging for more.
Cheryl’s mind had changed radically. She wanted it… wanted Frank to shove his cock into her back there and fuck her wildly. The business with his fingers stretching her had only served to tantalize her, heighten the already intense sensations pervading her belly.
“Do it, darling!” she choked out.
“Do what?” Frank asked, taking his cue from Jim, who had used the same technique to force her to beg to be fucked.
OOOOOoooooohhhh God! “You know… do it to me… back there!”
“Do what… to what, Cheryl?”
I’ll have to say that, too! Now, she didn’t hesitate. “Fuck me… i-in the ass!” she screamed. “Shove your cock in my ass… and FUCK ME!”
Frank was already moving. Grasping his wildly pulsating cock in his hand, he was guiding it to the tiny, puckered hole from which he had just ripped his fingers.
“Wait!” It was Jim Harding. “Let’s do this right!”
Using the strength of his muscular arms, their host hauled Frank’s wife’s hips upward, until her buttocks were waving obscenely high in the air, unsheathing the lust-thickened length of his cock from her searing cunt. “Now, shove it in her… and when you’ve got it in roll over to your back! Keep your cock in her all the way over!”
Frank followed his instructions. Grasping his wife’s hips, he pressed the fiery, blood-bloated tip of his cock against her anus. Instinctively, she cringed away, but he held her in position and with the muscular strength of his back and legs, he pushed up into the tiny nether opening.
Suddenly, the head of his cock slipped through the stoutly resisting muscle-ring. Goddamn! It’s tight as hell!
“OOOoooh! God, that hurts!” Cheryl groaned. “Noooo!”
But he kept shoving cock. In the next moment, she was straining back against him trying to absorb all of his desire-swollen length. Then it was sliding deep up into her rectum, and he felt the tight sheath begin to relax. Sweat popped out on his brow; it hurt him, too! But, Christ! What sensations!
“Okay! Turn her over!” Jim demanded.
Wrapping his arms around his wife’s petite torso, Frank rolled away to his side, holding her skewered body close to him. Then, he was on his back, his cock imbedded deep up into her wide-stretched anal passage like a huge log.
Automatically, Cheryl’s legs splayed wide to accept Jim Harding’s massively throbbing rod into the yearning hole of her vagina as he came up over her to wedge himself in between both her and her husband’s legs.
When Frank had actually done it… shoved his rock-hard and pulsing penis into her anus, she thought that she would die on the spot. True, she had said she wanted it, but that first searing pain had almost undone her. However, the knowledge that Charlotte Harding had done it and loved it gave her courage to withstand the hurt of it.
Clenching her teeth, she endured it, and she was rewarded by an incomparable flood of erotic sensations she never had known could exist. Now, she gave herself over to them completely. She wanted everything… all the two virile men could give her!
Jim fucked into her smoothly, ramming his long hard cock deep and forcefully, feeling the huge bulge of her husband’s penis through the thin separating tissues. It gave him an added stimulus, and he began immediately to pound in and out of the tightly clasping sheath of her cuntal passage.
Beneath her, Frank found the tempo and matched it, his cock driving up into the smooth sponginess of his wife’s rectum as he used her nether passage as a substitute cunt. It was mind-boggling and nerve-titillating. Sensations acutely intense swept through him, and he felt already the beginning of his orgasm, back behind the root of his cock, burning like acid as his semen churned for its release. He felt as though a whole flood of his semen would be released when the dam finally broke.
Cheryl moaned with ecstasy between the two men. She was in a seventh heaven of sex… and there was nothing in the world for her right then, but cock and cunt… and cock in anus.
“Come on!” she moaned urgingly. “Fuck me… both of you! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Oh, fuck! Fuck! FUCK ME!”
On and on it went, almost endlessly, the way she wanted it, but as she mounted the ladder of her arousal, she also wanted it to end. Her head flailed uncontrollably, her vision dimming, and there was a roaring in her ears of her own pounding blood.
Nancy Barber watched for a little while, her own passion rising again, and she knew she had to be a part of it. Kneewalking around the three writhing figures on the rug, she threw a leg over both Cheryl and Frank’s heads, then leaning forward slightly to allow Jim enough room, she lowered her moistly aroused cuntal slit down over Cheryl’s face.
Opening her eyes, Cheryl looked up at the auburn ring of pubic hair, sparsely surrounding the other woman’s pink, lightly flowered-open vagina and knew that it was Nancy who wanted her to lick and suck her there. She didn’t hesitate. So much was being given her that she readily wanted to give in return. Her tongue lashed out snake-like to lick at the hardened flesh of Nancy’s clitoris. She heard her grateful moan and knew the other woman’s wishes were being fulfilled.
Charlotte, lying quietly now beside the pudgy lawyer, who had brought her to a tremendous climax, watched with interest the triple copulation, but when she saw Nancy become a part of the orgiastic heap of sensation-ridden people, she, too, knew that she couldn’t resist the desire to be brought to orgasm one more time. And, Nancy can certainly do it!
With no further thought about it, she crawled across the short, intervening space and placed herself in position, on her back, knees drawn back and thighs splayed wide, so that the feast of her genitals was there just under Nancy’s mouth.
No words were spoken; there was no need for them, as Gene’s wife’s mouth came down between Charlotte Harding’s thighs, her tongue flicking out to ream just inside the other woman’s newly aroused cuntal mouth.
Gene Barber saw it all happening and found it hard to believe. I’ll be damned… five of them! He also found it hard to believe that his cock could recover so quickly. After he had ejaculated deep up inside the smooth sponginess of Charlotte’s rectum, he had been sure that would be all for him for the rest of the night. Now, as he watched, he felt the blood pounding back into the flaccid length of his penis. In a matter of moments it was commendably ready for anything again. Reaching down, he gripped his resurrected cock-shaft to reassure himself that it was true. Christ! I might as well make it six! Charlotte can suck me off!
With a lewd idea in mind, he found the clean handkerchief from his pants pocket, then got up and crossed the room to the bar. Pouring gin on the handkerchief, he used it to wipe the thickening shaft of his cock. The alcohol burned, and his cock lurched immediately to even harder erection. I’ll have to remember that! There’s more than one use for the stuff!
Then, he was kneeling down over Charlotte and guiding the chunky head of his cock to her lips. Her eyes were closed and her face contorted with passion, but as she felt the silky smoothness of it, against her lips, she knew instantly what it was… what was expected of her. Opening her mouth, she took the preferred cock-head into her mouth and tasted the unmistakable flavor of the gin, feeling instantly grateful for his thoughtfulness. He washed it with gin!
One by one, each person in the orgiastic tangle began to come to his or her pinnacle of sexual fulfillment, that instant in time when nature calls a halt to arousal and orgasm results.
Slamming his vibrantly aching cock upward into his wife Cheryl’s tightly sheathing rectum, Frank Paynter was first, as in a sudden rush, his hot white semen searing from him with the most exquisite sensations he had ever experienced, as he clasped her tight to him, his hands mauling her breasts brutally. At the instant of his ejaculation, he gasped into her ear. “God, Cheryl! This is something else! AAAaaaaaugggh!” He bucked up against her for a final thrust and stiffened, as his cock pumped endlessly. Then, as Jim, above, continued his pounding deep into Cheryl’s clasping vaginal tunnel, he gradually relaxed under her and waited, his throbbing cock still embedded deep in her forever stretched rear passage.
Almost simultaneously, Nancy, straddling Cheryl’s face, her body already fully aroused again, was licked to orgasm in a matter of a few moments, while at the same time, her own lips and tongue grazed in the sensitive black-fringed cuntal flesh of her hostess, bringing her to climax, also. The two women convulsed, Nancy raising her head from between Jim’s wife’s thighs to give voice to the splendor of her orgasm as Charlotte cleared her mouth of Gene Barber’s hardened cock to do likewise.
“AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhh!” It was an exultant hymn to Aphrodite, the Goddess of love!
Then in the next instant, it was Cheryl, being filled to the utmost with thick hard penile flesh, whose surging orgasm shimmered through her body with a rapture beyond compare. Opening her mouth, she joined the other two women in a canon of ecstasy, “OOOOOOOooooohhhhh! My Godddddddddd! I’m cumming! Now! Now! Nowwwww! AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuugggggghh!”
Above her, as her thighs scissored out widespread, Jim Harding jackhammered his demanding cock deep into the sucking young pussy of Frank Paynter’s wife, as he felt the sperm begin to hose hotly through the expanding shaft of his cock.
“AAAAAAaaauugh!” he grunted. “What a gorgeous, tight little cunt.” He collapsed on top of her, his heavy chest coming down to flatten the full ripeness of her breasts.
But Gene hadn’t cum yet. When Charlotte screamed out her ecstasy, he was left out momentarily, the glistening shaft of his cock waving uselessly before him. As he watched, he saw that all of the others had climaxed, and it was time for him to make his move.
Kneewalking around to the side of Jim Harding, he nudged the big man’s ribs and growled, “Get off of her… and let me at her, now!”
Jim with a groan of satisfaction, looked up at him, saw who it was, noted the lurching state of the lawyer’s cock and smilingly obliged. “She’s all yours counselor!”
As their tall host pulled his now deflating cock from her and rolled away to lie stretched at full length on the floor, Frank, beneath his wife, having heard the quick exchange, squirmed free also, to leave Cheryl lying on her back between them. Glancing behind him, he saw that Nancy and Charlotte were lying clasped in each other’s arms, as the final throes of their orgasms washed gently through their bodies.
Gene came between Cheryl’s legs, and reaching down grasped her knees and pressed them back against her chest, jackknifing her legs cruelly as he came down on her, his ready-to-explode cock going deeply into her. Holding her in position, his heavy chest against her shins, his hands holding her knees pressed tight together, he began to pound into the still clasping sheath of her cunt, hoping against hope that he would be able to bring her to yet another orgasm before he himself had to cum.
It was only a few cunt-plumbing strokes until she was exploding beneath him and screaming demandingly, “Fuck me! Hard! Deep! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Fuck me like that! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuugggggh!”
Now the living room of the lodge was silent, except for the sounds of raspy breathing, while outside, the silence was all the more accented by the soft fall of snowflakes.
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