Roger Grayson: A Neighborhood Party

At the same time he could feel a gush of warmth around his own cock inside her still-pulsating vagina and her juices begin to flow out from around the edges of his deeply imbedded cock and down into the softness of his swaying testicles.

She was cumming too, and groaned out her release as she continued her now uncontrolled gnawing on Thurman's deflating prick below. Bob clenched his eyes tightly shut and felt his testicles begin to wildly erupt. His hot sperm spurted like a fire hose through the end of his driving cock and squirted wildly far up into Carol's palpitating vagina. In spite of the excitement of the moment, an obscene thought of his sperm mixing with that of an almost total stranger deep inside his wife's quivering belly sent chills of revulsion creeping through him. For a moment he hated her again and thrust his cock as deep as it would go as it spewed out its lewd load, he ground his pelvis around and dug the head deeper and deeper scraping the walls of her pussy without mercy. She whimpered, her own orgasm nearing its end and tried to jerk forward to dislodge him from her now satiated cunt but he held her tight for a further moment looking down on the back of her head as she suddenly turned to the side. Thurman's thick, deflated prick slipped from her mouth and he could see thin, sticky strings of his hot sperm still connecting her face to it even though it was now several inches away from her lips. Her breathing was heavy and wet as though her mouth and nose were completely covered with moisture. She groaned and flopped her head sideways to his heavy belly, her body limp like a doll, held in place against Bob's loins only by the pressure of his hands at the juncture of her widespread thighs. He strained forward and emptied the last of his cum deep inside her and then released his hands as he felt his own prick begin deflating inside the wet, flooded hole of her crotch. She slithered forward and lay still across Thurman's loins and chest, her own legs still wide apart. He caught a last view of her wide stretched vagina between her open legs, wet and glistening in the light from the lamp before he fell to the side on the bed where Thurman's wife was still working herself with her own fingers into a frenzy. He had barely hit the mattress when she engulfed him in her arms and began pleading:

"Now me, now me!"

He could see Carol, her face still lying against Thurman's calmed belly smiling over at him, thin trails of his sperm still visible around her ruby red lips. Her victory was complete. She had hurt him with a vengeance.

Later, they did other things, wild, crazy positions with all of them on the same bed that he had never known existed with Thurman's wife directing like a master musician. To him, the evening faded into nothing but a wild tangled mass of thighs, breasts, and cunts. He was not always even certain whose it was, but took the offering without question. Why not, there wasn't much else in the world now. He knew, without question, that they had both passed the point of no return.

Summer had passed and the season had slipped into late fall. Carol Benson was sitting in the living room looking out the front window at the last of the leaves falling from the trees across the street. She was dressed casually, in a pair of slacks and sweater. It was faintly apparent that she had matured more than she should have in the last few months from the tiny crow's feet barely becoming visible in the corners of her eyes. Her make-up was a little heavier, too but aside from these facts, one who had not known her before would not have noticed the difference. She still retained the fresh sparkle in her eyes and the eagerness within her body. In fact, she could feel that eagerness coming to the fore now as she waited for Harry Burns' car to return from picking up the other two couples he had gone after.

She had enjoyed the party last week where all of them were naked in the same room and pressed her thighs tightly together in warm remembrance of some of the things that had been done to her and the things she had done to others in return. It seemed to be getting to the point now where she wasn't satisfied unless she had at least three or four men in the same evening and if it hadn't been for Harry Burns sneaking over several days a week and an occasional door to door salesman, both of which were strictly against club rules, she would have gone completely out of her mind. Poor Bob just couldn't stand the pace she required any more but she didn't blame him, probably no man could have.

The were doing well with Bob's new accounts and he had made three new promotions in the last two months or so since they had first met the Burns. Her personal account was growing by leaps and bounds and had finally reached the point where they had just agreed to forget it. She had gotten her petty revenge and Bob had suffered enough until they both had adjusted to sharing each other. She had put the crumpled two dollar bills away as a silent souvenir of her introduction to the hedonistic world and they had resumed life as before, except of course, for their new circle of friends. It just seemed so natural now, these weekly meetings and all, and it never ceased to amaze her at the affluence of the members. She just couldn't believe the number of leading citizens from the area who had already been members or who had joined the club since she and Bob had become members. It was simply astounding.

Her reminiscence was suddenly interrupted by the harsh blare of a horn outside. She quickly put out the cigarette she was smoking and picked her bag up from the hallway and bounded out the door and down the stairs to the waiting car.

"Hi, everyone ready?" she queried with a laugh as she crawled in the back seat with Jack Sherman and Sarah Castles.

"Hi, chicken," Harry Burns returned her greeting with the others. "Phyllis can't make it. Sudden case of flu, but otherwise everything's okay. You and Sarah oughta be able to handle three old men like us without too much trouble."

"I think I could do that myself without too much trouble," she kidded back. "Unless all three of you have improved a great deal since last week."

She smiled warmly over at Sarah Castles who sat a bit nervously against the other corner of the back scat. She knew she would have to be a little gentle with her and lead her along for the first day anyway. She was new with the group and a young newlywed of less than two months. She had never been on one of these weekends where all the couples split up into groups of six with no husband or wife pairs allowed together in the same group. Sarah might find it a bit difficult without her husband for the first time and Carol sympathized with her. She too had gone through the same sort of doubt for the first several times but now they had become so commonplace with her she looked forward to it. It seemed to lift all inhibitions, for no matter how many times one sexed it up in front of husband or wife, they always seemed to hold something back. It was a natural reaction, she supposed. She had found her self always feeling inhibited too when she knew Bob was watching someone else doing it to her. It might not be apparent to someone from her wild reaction to sex, but she felt it deeply within herself anyway and she knew the others did too. This was the reason for these little changes in club practice once a month where no mates were allowed along. She knew, too, that Sarah was in for a rough weekend. Harry Burns would make certain she got everything it was possible for a woman to get. He seemed to enjoy humiliating women, particularly the young, innocent, new members who were still a little shy. Carol knew this from her own experiences with him and the things he had demanded of her when he had gotten his chance with her the first few times. Well, she would just have to hold him back as much as she possibly could for Sarah's sake.