"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sue Robin stifled her own cries with her fist shoved hard into her gaping mouth, and her body jerked through a climax, brought on by Mary Beth's fingers. Just as she subsided through a last weak spasm, she felt Mary Beth bouncing on the bench, and heard her muffled cries behind her clenched lips.
Like dying characters in a ballet, the two dark figures in the arena slowly collapsed into a boneless heap. Suddenly the candles blinked out.
What now? Sue Robin wondered. What else can possibly happen now? Her panting breath gradually slowed down while she sat, waiting.
A small candle flame came from the darkness, moving toward the other watchers on the benches. Then, one by one, they were led out of the room.
It seemed that a long time passed while the two women sat motionless and silent in the blackness of the room. Finally Mary Beth was led away, and after five or ten minutes the white-robed guide escorted Sue Robin back to the room where she had left her clothes.
As she quickly pulled on her clothes, she heard a muffled laugh: "He! He! He!"
Why, that old dear! she smiled. Aunt Minerva. Imagine the old lady still getting her kicks at her age.
Blindfolded again, she was led through several turns, and then upstairs, and finally she felt the outdoors night air on her face. The blindfold was taken off.
"My God!" Mary Beth exclaimed softly. "I can't believe it, Sue Robin. I simply can't believe it!"
"You'd better believe it, honey," the blonde replied. "And you'd better never say anything about it, not to anybody. Not even to Bobby Lee."
"I know," the other said solemnly. "Let's get out of here. I need a drink of something."
Another one? Sue Robin wondered, surprised. She still felt the effects of Aunt Clarinda's love-potion, or whatever she called that dressed-up corn likker drink.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Soon after Mary Beth left the lounge with Shawnee, Sue Robin, Jack and Helen began to really feel their drinks. So did most of the other Alligators in the lounge and on the dance floor. Jack danced with his wife, then with Sue Robin, then alternated again.
While they were ordering another round of drinks, Sue Robin said, "Too bad we can't all dance together."
"We can, honey, we can," Helen said, darting a significant look at Jack, who smiled and nodded.
Sue Robin vaguely caught the signal, but wasn't sure of the interpretation right then.
"What time are you all eating dinner tonight?" she asked the Stanfields.
"Not until about nine," Jack replied easily. "What do you say we go up to our room and finish off a couple more drinks there. We can relax better."
"Suits me," Sue Robin agreed.
They finished their drinks and the plate of hors d'oeuvres on their table, then got up and left.
"I feel like a midget between you two skyscrapers," Helen complained as they went up the stairs to the Stanfields' room.
"You're big enough, honey," Jack laughed.
"At least, I'm bigger than your fist," she retorted.
Sue Robin laughed. I must be getting really smashed, she thought, laughing at such cornpone humor as that.
Jack had a regular bar laid out on the counter in the bathroom/dressing compartment of their ocean-front room.
"Same?" he called to the two women who flopped across one of the large beds in the spacious room.
"Screwdriver for me," Sue Robin called back.
"I got the tool if you got the time," he chanted.
Helen and Sue Robin both laughed. Oh brother, Sue Robin thought, the wit is getting more and more backwoodsy. Oh, what the hell, why not? These were good friends from way back. Let it all hang out.
Jack's shirt came sailing around the corner.
"Hey!" Helen called out. "What're you doing, making drinks or undressing?"
"Both," he replied.
A moment later he came out with a plastic tray bearing three drinks. He was stripped down to his undershorts.
Sue Robin stared in fascination at the silky black pelt of hair that covered even his shoulders.
"Oh no you don't," he laughed. "You have to have a hunting license to shoot me. And it's out of season, anyway."
"I wasn't thinking of shooting you exactly," Sue Robin said. Through the alcoholic haze that was floating her on a pleasant high, she was beginning to sense the relationship here. Helen and Jack were swingers. Maybe he knew about her thing with Robbie Early, maybe not. But anyway, it probably didn't matter. So join the fun, girl, she told herself. These were two of her favorite people.
"Comfortable as he looks, I think we rate the same deal," she said to Helen.
"Right," the small black-haired woman replied. "Woman's Lib, equality, all that jazz." She placed her drink on the table at the head of the bed and flipped off her halter. Her small but shapely boobs popped out proud and firm, the nipples already swelling like raspberries from the brawn areolas of her breasts.
Jack smiled approvingly at his wife's action, but when Sue Robin followed suit, his eyes bugged out.
"Hell!" he exclaimed softly. "I knew they were big, but I didn't know they were that big!" He walked over to the seated blonde and gently put out his hand and fondled one prominent boob after the other. Sue Robin's ripe-cherry nipples promptly sprang erect.
"Sensitive, too," he said.
"Let me," Helen said, and reaching over, she caressed her friend's firm round boobs with her knowing feminine hand, and Sue Robin caught her lower lip between her teeth to stifle a spontaneous gasp of delight.
"Yours are nice, too," Sue Robin said, sliding her smooth palms across Helen's hard little tits.
Helen purred with pleasure, then reached her hands down along Sue Robin's thighs while the blonde continued to massage Helen's breasts. They hardly paid any attention as Jack clicked on the bed lamp and lay down beside them on the king-size bed. He had taken off his shorts, and his limp cock was practically buried in the thick mat of curly black hair sprouting all over his belly and thighs.
He unsnapped Helen's shorts and zipped them open, and in a moment she was as bare-assed as he was.
"Her, too," Helen said, nodding her head toward Sue Robin.
Without hesitation, Jack wrapped his arms about Sue Robin's shoulders from behind and reached down to unfasten her shorts. With a surprising strength in his slim body, he twisted her about on the bed and pulled her shorts and her panties off at the same time. He was bent over, facing her cunt as it was exposed to the soft light in the room. In a swift sinuous movement he parted her willing thighs and buried his nose and lips in the curly bush of golden hair at her pussy.
"Oooooooooh!" she quavered as his tongue raked wetly along the slit of her cunt. "You touched all bases that trip." She spread her legs even wider apart and lay back on the pillows which Helen quickly slipped under her head and shoulders.
Helen crouched on her knees facing into Sue Robin's side, and like a doe browsing at some delicacy, she nuzzled and lipped the blonde's erect nipples. Thrilled by the double stimulation of Jack at her pussy and Helen at her nipples, Sue Robin reached a long arm around the small hunched-over figure of Helen and fondled her shapely buttocks. In appreciation, the brunette rocked her ass back against Sue Robin's hand. The blonde slid her hand into the long valley and stroked her fingers up and down from the small of her back all the way under to her black-bushed pussy.
As the tongue became more intimate in her pussy, Sue Robin's sighs came strongly and rhythmically and her lips squirmed upward to thrust her moistening cuntlips against the invading tongue. Abruptly Helen withdrew her lips from Sue Robin's nipples, and the rangy blonde looked to see what was happening.
Jack had twisted his kneeling body around and dropped to his side, never releasing his hold on Sue Robin's buttocks, nor slowing his tongue-lapping of her slit. His cock was now emerging from the camouflaging bush of hair covering his groin, a rather slender but extremely long tool with a modestly expanded head glowing pinkly.
But not for long did it glow. Helen ha
d forsaken Sue Robin's nipples for the larger pleasure of his cockhead, and now she was mouthing it like a popsicle. As she turned her head from side to side, sliding her mouth down over the shaft, the head poked out her cheeks.
Keep the daisy chain complete, Sue Robin thought, and slid her hand down the dividing ravine of Helen's asscheeks. Her fingertips raked lightly over the brunette's puckered little asshole, and she jerked involuntarily. That's what I've always wanted to try, Sue Robin reflected languidly. What would it be like, taking that long slim cock in my bunghole?
"I think we can improve on this," Helen panted, raising her head and twisting her ass reluctantly from Sue Robin's stroking fingers.
As if on signal, Jack rolled over on his back, his cock thrusting out from his hairy belly.
"Sue Robin, you straddle his head, honey," Helen directed.
Obediently Sue Robin let the small brunette guide her over Jack until she was on her knees with her pussy right over his face, and her back toward Helen, who was bent over his cock. She heard the slurping sound of Helen's mouth and tongue playing lollipop on his tool.
"What does it taste like, Helen?" she laughed, feeling delightfully giddy.
"You can try it later," Helen replied. When she felt the long slim rod expand to its full size, she quickly straddled Jack's hips, facing Sue Robin's back. With the skill of long practice, she grasped the throbbing dong and tipped the streamlined head into her already juicy cunt hole. In a moment she was riding up and down in slow, short movements, letting the long pole slide deeper and deeper into her loins.
Feeling his cock getting buried in, his wife's hot pussy, Jack slipped his hands over Sue Robin's generous asscheeks and guided her down until her pussylips were brushing against his mouth. He squeezed rhythmically on the big mounds of flesh, coaching the blonde into a short riding movement. Meanwhile he lapped at her wet groove with his tongue.
"Oh, wow!" Sue Robin squealed. "That's great, Jack baby!" She twisted her head around to look back at Helen who was riding up and down, lower and lower on each dip. "This man must keep you horny as hell all the time."
Helen was already gasping, so hot was she from the excitement of the threesome bit. Her small body was surprisingly agile and flexible, and she had learned quite early how to shift about to accommodate the full length of Jack's long dick. Both in her mouth and in her cunt.
"I'm about to come!" she wailed.
Jumpin' Jupiter! Sue Robin thought, what a firecracker! Getting her goodies already. She was getting a super-thrill herself, from Jack's snaky tongue flickering over her clit and in and out of her pussy. Then she felt Helen's small hands slip about her waist and come up to squeeze gently on her boobs. The slim fingers kneaded her nipples with consummate skill, and she felt the first throbs of her own orgasm.
"So quick!" she gasped. "I don't be-be-believe it!"
Jack's tongue concentrated on her clit, poking and licking the erect little nub of erotic flesh, and rapture lightninged through her loins and up through her stomach and her tits to where Helen's fingers were triggering the same shooting darts of delight through her nipples.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, openmouthed, and her hips quivered and broke the rhythm she had maintained. Her whole body jerked as tremendous spasms twisted her about. "Ohhhhhh, Lordy!" she wailed. "That's so good, so gooooood! Don't step! Oh, please, don't stop!"
A series of sharp cries broke out behind her as Helen came, too. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" The fingers pressing Sue Robin's tits gripped savagely, painfully, while the brunette bounced up and down like a wild woman, swearing and muttering obscenities as if she were frantic.
Then, like a summer storm, it was over, and the two women reeled over on their sides on the bed, gasping and sweating.
Jack lay smiling, waiting for them to recover. His long cock still soared proudly toward the ceiling, red-tipped and glistening from Helen's love-juice. The hairy man had good control, and he had held back, waiting for greater goodies to come. He knew how hot his own wife was; she always got her cookies three or four times when they made love. And he guessed that Sue Robin was just as passionate.
"Look at that!" Helen exclaimed weakly, rolling over and staring at the veined cock throbbing in the air. "He can go on for hours."
Sue Robin reached over and felt the thing. "Feels like an iron stake," she said languorously.
"You're gonna help a poor man out of his misery?" he smiled.
"Give us a break first," Helen said. "I'm going to have some more of my drink." She slid off the bed and brought the glasses, and they all propped on their elbows to swallow the cool liquid.
With her glass still in her hand, Helen slid on her belly toward Jack. While Sue Robin watched delightedly, the brunette filled her mouth with liquor and, holding her lips pursed tightly, slipped them over the tip of Jack's cockhead.
"Hey! Let me have some of that!" Sue Robin exclaimed, and slid toward Jack's hips from the opposite side. As the drink trickled from Helen's mouth and ran down his shaft, Sue Robin thrust out her tongue as far as it would go and lapped it up.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," she murmured, still licking up and down the rigid dick.
"You do it," Helen said.
Sue Robin filled her mouth and followed Helen's example, holding her lips closed until she forced the tapered cockhead between them. She felt the liquor flowing out of her mouth and down over the long rod. While she held the head snugly in her mouth. Helen shoved her head beneath and tongued the liquid flowing over Jack's balls.
"Damn!" Jack exploded. "You girls are really getting to me!" He clenched his teeth and fought to hold back his load as they kept alternating on his cockhead and around his balls.
When they finished their drinks, they lapped up and down his cock, one on each side, and their tongue tips brushed one another, exciting them even more.
"Let's see who can take the most of it," Sue Robin giggled.
Helen smiled knowingly. "Are you sure?"
"Sure I'm sure. What do you want to bet?"
"The one who loses gets screwed in the bunghole. Is it a bet?"
Sue Robin felt a tickling sensation around her asshole at the very thought of being buggered. It was something she'd always wanted to try, but somehow had never gotten around to it. So, what the hell? Win or lose, she'd still win.
"You're on," she said.
"Hey, I like that bet," Jack said, shifting some pillows under his head and shoulders to make himself comfortable. "Be my guests, ladies."
Helen reached over and pumped his stiff cock playfully with her hand. "You first, Sue Robin."
The memory of Helen swallowing the gigantic dick of Robbie Early came to the blonde's mind as she knelt between Jack's spread legs and lowered her head until her long hair trailed across his loins, contrasting sharply with his black curly pelt. She ran her fingers under his balls, caressing them, then fondling the very base of his cock and stroking the thick tube underneath.
Experimentally she licked out her tongue, poking daintily at the tiny silt in the tip of his cockhead.
"Nice!" he sighed gustily, squirming his hips.
Opening her lips into a perfect circle, she slid down over the pointed head until she felt the flared rim pass inside her mouth. Then she gently closed her teeth and gripped behind the flange, tugging lightly at it.
"Hey! Don't bite it off!" Jack protested in mock terror. But the delicious sensation was too much to conceal, and he squirmed his ass about on the bed even more.
Holding him in her clamped lips, Sue Robin giggled, and the vibration of her muffled laugh tickled him even more.
Helen, who was watching closely, protested, "Now, Sue Robin, you're going to make him come off before you ever get started. I declare a time out. I'll freshen our drinks."
She hopped off the bed and picked up the empty glasses and ran into the bathroom. Sue Robin sat back on her haunches and patted the throbbing peter with her hand.
"You just relax and be a good boy," she said soothingly.
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p; "I sure hope you lose, honey," Jack said, eyeing her swaying boobs longingly. "I don't know, though, what would be more fun. Screwing you between those big tits, or shoving my ever-lovin' joy-rod between those big beautiful cheeks of your ass. For a big woman, Sue Robin, you've got the sexiest body I've ever seen."
For reply, Sue Robin reached forward, seized his cock, and pumped it vigorously up and down a half-dozen strokes.
"Hey! Watch it!" he protested. "Foul play!"
"Then eat my pussy again until Helen gets back," she said. "I declare, Jack, you've really got an educated tongue." Without waiting for his consent, she got up and straddled his head again, and in a moment she was riding against his thrusting tongue.
"Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!" she sighed blissfully, her eyes closed and her tongue licking her lips as steadily as his tongue was licking her pussylips.
"Hey! Enough already!" Helen climbed back on the bed, juggling the three glasses, and Sue Robin slipped off of Jack's head. "No quickies allowed on the side."
They drank deeply, then Jack handed his glass to Helen and lay back on the pillows. Sue Robin leaned over and set her glass on the floor. She got back between the long hairy legs that opened wide for her and again took the shaft in her hand.
A shining drop of jism was oozing out of his cockhead and Sue Robin licked it off.
"Reminds me of the first time I ever gave a boy a blow-job," Helen said, crouching across from Sue Robin and watching intently as the blonde went down on the stiff peter once more. "It was at a birthday party of one of my friends. I think we must've been about thirteen or fourteen years old. Anyway, most of the alder people who'd been chaperoning drifted away, to look at TV or get some grownup drinks. One of the kids suggested playing post office. Everybody thought that sounded pretty funky, the kind of stuff our parents used to play."
Sue Robin slid her mouth lazily up and down the upper half of Jack's meat-pole, wetting it good with her saliva. She felt dreamy, floating in a cloud that lightly stimulated her body all over like gentle massaging fingers. She smiled, causing her large soft lips to writhe about the pulsing dong. With half her attention she listened to Helen recounting her tale.
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