Chapter 8

The man in the doorway was large, with bright red hair, and had his arm around a young girl barely past her teens, who leaned against his chest, her eyes aglow with passionate response to the scene before her.

“What’s going on?” Adie shuddered, lifting her head with abject mortification from Jack’s loins. The sperm seemed to congeal within her as she tried to squirm away from their lascivious gazes. “Who ... who are these people?”

“Friends, Adie,” Mason said expansively. “Come on in, Phil. And you, too, Meg. Good to see you again!”

“Hey!” came a yell from the living room, “How about us?” To Adie’s further horror, another two people came into the bedroom. The woman was tall and well proportioned, with magnificent breasts, pearl white and barely concealed in a low-cut blouse. She was rubbing the front of a boy’s pants, the bulge she had caused obvious to the world. The boy was grinning madly, his tongue licking his dry, trembling lips, and he was the obvious mate to the pubertal girl named Meg. “Hi, everybody!” the woman said. “Glad to see you’re enjoying yourselves.”

“Hey, June!” called out Mason, “C’mon in!”

“Please, Bob,” moaned Adie, “Send them away.”

Adie began to feel hot tears of frustration and fear swelling in her hot eyes. So this was the real reason behind the “bridge game.” No ... no ... it was not the simple little wife swapping she had been led to believe, this was the group sex that Sue had talked about yesterday. Group sex ... the ultimate in pure physical gratification, with not even the rationale of affection between the partners. She stiffened, dizziness overtaking her, and she glanced at her husband, unsure of her own true emotions. Is this what I really want? she asked herself.

June strode across the bedroom to Jack who looked at her with amazement, and she reached down and grasped his limp cock firmly in her hands murmuring, “I like you. Maybe we can fuck each other later on?”

Jack didn’t speak at once. He stared at her hand as she began to beat his cock from flaccidity to a semblance of erection. He blinked, but spread his legs wider in dazed comprehension of her words. “Look ... what the hell is this anyway?” He took a deep breath, his penis impossibly leaping to full grandeur under the ministrations of the strange woman. “Jesus! I don’t believe this!”

“You will in a while,” she tittered lightly.

Adie, her eyes wide with shock, looked back at the other three strangers. They were undressing on the spot, laughing and gaily making comments about the fun to be had, kicking their garments from them in haste. With a squeal, the girl raced for Mason, throwing herself upon him, her hands grasping him as Jack was held around the thick shaft of his penis. Mason laughed again and reached over and caressed one pear-shaped breast, soft and pliant and promising, and kissed her full on her tender young lips. He gasped as she skinned his foreskin away and his red-fleshed head popped out, and she dropped to lick her eager tongue on the glans.

With a cry of abandon, the boy revealed his own virile cock in violent erection. Both men approached the bed where Adie lay cowering on the sheets, their movement a frenzy of glistening bodies, their muscles rippling and quivering, their long, inflamed cocks dancing in front of them with palpitant heat of excitement, their balls swinging against their thighs, their buttocks hollowing and tensing.

Abruptly Phil, his pubic hair the same wild color as his hair, put his arm about Adie in an embrace. At first she resisted, her joints seeming to freeze from the unnatural contact, but as his hands covered the nipples of her breasts and began to knead and thumb then into rock hardness, she found herself moaning with unrestrained passion. “Some party,” he whispered into her ear, “But you did know we were coming, didn’t you?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Leave that to Bob to pull a fast one. Is this your first time?”

“Yes,” she nodded, “Yes, I’m afraid so. I never dreamed that this would happen. I don’t know if I should...”

“What’s the matter? You’ve been screwing Mason, haven’t you?” He threw back his head and grinned with lewd disregard for her inner torment. “Hell, I’m a better fuck than he’ll ever be! Now, c’mon, get with it. Let it all hang out!”

Adie took one more quick look at her husband before submitting to this lust perverted animal. Jack was groaning aloud, thrashing on the bed as June leaned over and thrust his cock deep into her mouth in one long, slow continuous sucking movement, the warm, wet cavern of her cheeks sending a wild spasm of ecstasy soaring through his wracked body. “Oh man,” he gurgled. Then Adie looked around at the rest of the room, seeing the pairing of mates, and she could scarcely believe the carnal activity which had been so cruelly thrust upon her senses.

Sue, passionate from her masturbating fingers, had attacked the young boy with complete abandon. She was teasing him, bending slightly forward so that he couldn’t reach between her thighs and to further hinder him from inserting his throbbing cock into her voraciously throbbing vagina, she had put her slim hands around his prick and was rubbing the swollen member with her palms, working the tender skin up and down over the glans as driblets of sticky, lubricating fluid seeped from its tiny orifice and his balls moved sensuously around his lean thighs. Meg was on all fours over Mason, who had his knees behind her and was bucking away at her buttocks, fucking her mercilessly in the rectum with savage, repeating blows.

June’s head still bobbed like a yo-yo around Jack’s straining prick as though her mouth was on a string, and her hands and knees were in between his legs as his prick soared hard up into her face until her nose smacked licentiously into the matted pubic hair below.

“That’s it, June,” her husband breathed hotly, “Suck him good, you bitch.” He delved down the slim but quivering flanks of Adie, and then dipped his middle finger into her pubic hair, still soaked from Mason’s cum of a few minutes past, and Adie, horrified, found herself aroused. Her thighs jerked spasmodically and began to involuntarily open for his touch, and then he rubbed and caressed the blood-inflated lips of her red-rimmed pussy, and he moaned with sudden passion.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, “This is terrible, terrible.”

“No, baby, it’s the living end,” Phil said. “I really like seeing my wife get it. Don’t you like watching, too?”

“Your wife -!” Adie’s brain reeled as she realized that he was just like she was, involved with another person’s mate while panting with excitement over the view of the sex acts in front of them. No, it wasn’t terrible, it was beautiful! Beautiful! And Adie leaned back-on the bed sheets and spread her legs wide to Phil’s talented hand as he rummaged and pillaged her surrendering cunt.

June took one last lick on Jack’s cock, and then jerked upright and turned around, placing her wet, almost writhing pussy directly in front of him, and in wide open display before Adie as well, Adie watched in unbelieving fascination as June gradually bent forward until the breadth of her buttocks jutted toward Jack’s face and Jack obscenely rotated upward to meet the widespread lips of her vagina. June’s thighs tensed and then rippled in slim strength as she shifted on her feet and she reached back and gently pulled apart her buttocks, disclosing the dark, still more depraved, hole of her anus.

Around the revealed asshole, which seemed so raw and vulnerable, were a few stray black hairs, and she twisted her buttocks, letting the tufts wave tauntingly at Jack. He groaned and began to manipulate his own cock with his hand and he lurched toward her buttocks. June grabbed the stiff ramrod and it slid forward into her waiting cunt with hot, slippery ease. Jack took hold of her loins with his hands and hauled her to him with a resounding slap. He leaned over her, squeezing her distended breasts as he pumped into her open cunt with complete ferocity, attacking and retreating unmercifully.

“Now, baby? You want me now?” Phil said lewdly.

“Yes,” mewled Adie, watching her husband fuck his wife. “Anything you want ... anything at all. Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Adie pushed her cunt up to Phil, her whole body aflame with unwanted desire. She could not help herself, and she knew she really, deep down inside, did not want to. She realized the full meaning of group sex, its marvelous mechanism for satiating the appetite of a full, red-blooded woman. God! Why doesn’t he take me now!

She looked at Phil’s enormous cock, which stood out from the folds of his belly and abdomen like some pagan spear, tipped with the clear fluid of love-juice. Her face contorted with passion at the thought of that strange member buried to its hilt in her vagina ... or mouth ... or anus ... Oh God, it was monstrous and webbed from glans to base with heavy, throbbing blue veins, giving gleaming advance warning of the carnality it was about to perform.

“Like it, baby?” Phil smiled lopsidedly at her.

“Yes, yes, I love it!”

“Good, because I’m going to put it up your cunt so far you’re going to spit it out.” His grin broadened into a toothy smile. “But first I’m going to lick that aching pussy of yours, suck up all that good honey you’ve been spreading down there.”

Adie stretched out languorously, her thighs splayed wide on either side of him, her toes curled with expectation. All thoughts of modesty and of caring whether she truly desired this man were vanished, and she let a soft moan of delight escape from her lips and she squirmed her buttocks down on the mattress, inciting his lustful prowess still further.

Phil touched her and a million spine tingling jolts went through her loins and belly. Automatically her hands moved to her breasts, her thumb and forefinger plucking at her nipples and areolas as Phil had done, like a hungry bird of prey pecking at her skin, and more sensations rocked her body.

Involuntarily Phil sucked in his breath, and he could feel the blood drubbing painfully into his expanded, purplish head. Tiny drops of seminal fluid grouped around the eye of his glans as he leaned down, his cock rubbing along her inner thigh, spearing the sticky substance against her skin. Then, with thumbs pressed against her hair-lined cunt-lips, Phil tenderly spread the soft yielding walls of her pussy until its moist, coral lusciousness opened and he saw the jeweled splendor of her clitoris. He felt Adie’s warm thighs quiver and he heard her breath gasp from her throbbing throat, and with the touch of an expert, he leaned forward and his hot wet lips closed over the soft protuberance at the apex of her belly.

“OOOOOhhhh,” Adie groaned, raising her head to stare down between her manipulated breasts at his lowered head in her crotch. She spasmed as he planted long, full kisses on the soft fleece of her upraised thighs, his tongue flicking snake-like at her gaping opening.

Adie continued her sensuous fondling of her breasts then slid her hands down along her stomach to rest on either side of Phil’s gently nibbling lips. Her fingers stroked her pubic hair as her mind raced with the overwhelming sensations. Momentary thoughts of Jack flashed through her, but then they were gone, and she spread the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her cunt slowly apart, allowing the red-haired man complete access to her wet, pulsating vagina.

Her elbows pressed against her sides and she lolled her head from side to side as his searing mouth burned the core of her being, and his tongue wrapped itself around her erected clitoris. Dear God! His lips sucked, drawing warm folds deep within his mouth, gently biting the skin as his tongue continued the maddening licking around the urgent pink smoothness of her surging flesh. She groaned lustily, and then her eyes caught another sight, a sight so alien to her consciousness, that she bolted half upright, her legs rigid.

“My God!” Adie gasped, “there’s a dog in here!”

A large German shepherd was indeed sitting on its haunches just inside the doorway, its bushy tail wagging furiously as though it understood the lascivious rites it was witnessing. His tongue hung over thick ruby lips, the mouth ajar so that long canine fangs gleamed with pearl irridescence in the light, and his ears were cocked attentively.

“Don’t get upset, baby,” Phil crooned, his head still buried in her pussy. “That’s only Caesar, my dog. Relax. You don’t really mind if he watches, too, do you?”

Why not? Everybody else was watching or doing ... why not his damned dog? She sighed, and the sudden, unexpected thought of the German shepherd departed, to be replaced by the enrapturement of Phil’s hungry, massaging mouth.

Her moans of swelling arousal drove his tongue faster and he worked his way up and down her genitals until they burned ... Yes! yes! she heard herself wish crazily, yes I still need it so bad and he is doing his best! Her hands clawed his hair, attempting to guide his face to the small palpitating cuntal opening, and he plunged into her soft-rimmed flesh, taunting it momentarily, then quickly withdrawing to tantalize her ragged pink edges.

Adie cried aloud and clutched at him, forcefully pressing his nose directly on her pubes, and his mouth rammed deep down to cover the squirming crotch and bring low guttural moans from this delicate morsel whose soft warm thighs clasped spasmodically around either side of his head. He could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as the walls of her invaded vagina sucked him and tried to extract his tongue deeper and deeper into it. It was as if her hair-lined mouth was a devouring animal unleashed with lust-inspired force, ripping his tongue out by the roots, and her heels snaked up and out, pushing down against his back, making him bury himself still further in the soft, trembling trap between her uplifted legs. His nostrils inhaled the poignant aromas of her throbbing clitoris and her lusty, lubricious state.

Phil could stand it no longer. He stopped, causing her to cord the muscles of her unreleased body, and she tried to stop him with her legs, but he was too strong. “I want you to suck me, baby. Suck me as I did you. Now...” he slithered down on the bed and threw his legs wide, his swelling cock a straight arrow upwards toward the ceiling. It seemed to Adie she had never seen such a gorgeous sight in all her life. She had to have it, she had to taste that prick in her mouth, feel it swirl around her tongue and cheeks, and with a panting moan she turned and crawled over Phil. His cock leaped as he saw her insatiable desire, and then she posed her nudity over him, smoothing her hands over her taut breasts and firm thighs, finally moving toward the sensitive white flesh of her inner thighs and upward to the silky mound he had just finished sucking. Adie’s fingers slowly glided into the fleshy fold of her cunt-lips, gently spreading the still wet slit until it opened like a new-flowering bud and she thrust her loins toward him so that he might better view her moist, coral flesh. Then quickly she licked her lips and climbing down between his legs she took his cementlike pillar in her mouth, swallowing it almost whole into her throat. She began to purr kitten fashion while he tenderly caressed her soft hair and his cock swelled to fill her sucking mouth.

She milked his cock with her throat muscles in a manner that even her tight cunt could not match, and the length of her tongue laved the underside of his shaft while the tip taunted the base of his member and a portion of his testicles with insurmountable pleasure.

As they lay there, on the bed with the other wildly fucking couples, Caesar stood at attention, his massive head tilted to one side and little throaty whines coming from his lips. As the dog watched Adie began to waggle her smooth-white buttocks and she hummed, Phil’s heavy and throbbing cock vibrating and nearly reaching her stomach. The hot breath from her nostrils against his pubic hair sent further spasms of delight rippling through the man and then Adie cupped his balls, causing the sperm-bloated sacs to quiver as she manipulated and squeezed them. Her throat exploited his prick in her effort to suck him dry.