moistened opening nestled there, waiting none too patiently for his ministrations. Her pelvis gyrated back toward him in a further urgent invitation.
Frank uttered a groan of anticipation for the one thing he had always wanted to do with his own wife Cheryl, but which she had consistently refused him; now undulating before his avid gaze was the moist, coral-pink pussy of Nancy Barber, who offered it to him without question. His fingers were there spreading the fleshy lips of her cunt apart to reveal the inner petals all bedewed with ready moisture, the tender flesh of her cuntal opening beckoning to him like a lighthouse as his eyes focused at close range like one hypnotized. God! He stretched his neck forward the short distance and his tongue lashed out sinuously to bury its pointed tip deep into the moist warmth of her vaginal passage. Gratefully, he inhaled the heady feminine perfume of her loins and reveled in the tang of her interior secretions on his tongue, while below, between his legs, his cock jerked with anxious excitement.
Using his tongue as a substitute penis, Paynter thrust it in and out of Gene Barber's wife's undulant cunt. He felt the erotic shock of the electric contact in her body and knew that she felt it… and was enjoying it. Actually, it was exactly what she wanted… what she had hoped he would do to her. An animal-like mewl of pure sexual pleasure emanated from deep in her chest, its sound muted by the presence of Jim Harding's thick and lengthy cock in her mouth.
Then Frank began to swirl his tongue around and around just inside her cuntal opening, alternating the direction from time to time and feeling the silken sheath of her cuntal mouth seeming to clasp tightly around him. He kept on doing it… until he heard her voice gasp, 'My clitoris… Frank! Lick it! Suck…'
Jim's irritated voice; 'Come on! Keep on sucking my cock!' Her last word was cut off as the big raw-boned lodge owner forced her mouth down over his upthrust cock again.
Quickly Frank shifted his attention to Nancy's throbbing clitoris, mentally kicking himself for not remembering to stimulate her properly from the beginning. Now his tongue licked wetly at the vibrating little shaft of her miniature phallus. Her outright groan of ecstasy told him of her passion, and he redoubled his efforts, his tongue beating a tantalizing tattoo directly on the tiny sensitive pleasure-bud. All the while, her loins ground back against his mouth with demanding urgency.
As he lay there, Jim Harding guided her head up and down the shaft of his now clamoring cock, his firm hands on either side of her head signaling the increasing tempo. Almost mesmerized, he watched her face as all but a tiny stretch of his hardened man-flesh disappeared between the young girl's lips and thrust deep into her throat; then as it reappeared on the upward bob of her head, glistening with the wetness of her saliva, her tongue rotated teasingly around its expanding head, the racing sensations being produced in him driving him ever closer to his exploding point of ejaculation. Her face, he saw, was contorted with passion, and he sensed that she, too, was already nearing the summit, that she was needing a final stimulation that would rocket her into the apogee of orgasmic orbit.
Glancing down toward Frank Paynter, he saw that the younger man was still crouched down behind her, his tongue busily slavering away at her gyrating pussy.
'For Christ's sake, Frank!' he swore. 'She's ready to fuck… can't you see? Use that cock of yours the way it was intended!'
'Okay! Okay!' Frank felt some irritation at his host's direction, and feeling the need for some explanation, as he came in behind her, the lance of his cock nudging up towards her vaginal mouth, he said, 'I wanted her to be as hot as a firecracker… before…'
'Shut up… and fuck her! Right now!' Jim growled.
Then, as his pulsating cock's head eased forward, and he was reaching down to grasp and guide it into her, Nancy's tiny, tapered hand was there already, leading it deftly to the searingly needful void of her cuntal passage… a void that had to be filled with hard man-cock!
His own groan of passion gurgled deep in his throat as Frank flexed his hips and drove the vibrantly pulsating shaft of his cock all the way into Gene Barber's wife's cunt in one, long, smooth thrust that ended only with the solid slap of flesh on flesh; then with insanely powerful thrusts he began to saw in and out of her moistly warm cuntal sheath. He held her solidly in place with both hands on her hips, as he buffeted her from behind, fucking her with animal-like vigor and hoping that this time the woman he was fucking would explode into orgasm well ahead of his own usually quick ejaculation.
Now, there was a concert of rhythmic action established among the three of them, and they played at an ever-increasing tempo, their bodies responding to the sensations coursing through them in seemingly never ending waves of ecstatic rapture.
Cheryl Paynter was dressed, now, and she had regained her composure. There was one thing she knew for sure: she was not going to lose her husband. When, she found him downstairs, she was determined that she would do everything she could to let him know how she felt, that she was having a change of mind… and that she wanted him, in the worst way. Putting on a smile, she tested it in the mirror, before she left their room. I've just got to keep him… and I'm going to let him know that I'll go to bed with him… and start learning to be the kind of sexy wife he wants me to be! I'll even let him teach me about some of those far-out things he's always talking about!
Leaving the bedroom and walking down the short hallway, Cheryl paused at the door she knew was the Hardings' room. She had been much concerned about their host's injuries, and on impulse she decided to look in on him, ask Nancy Barber about his condition and offer a cheery word to the injured man.
She was just about to rap on the door, when the thought struck her that Jim might be sleeping. Softly, she opened the door to peek into the room, first.
To say that she was totally unprepared for the scene she witnessed would beg the question. Cheryl was horrified!
There on the bed she saw Nancy Barber being buffeted from behind by her husband, Frank, his penis sliding in and out of Gene's young wife like a jackhammer… while her mouth was filled with the massive cock of Jim Harding. All three were oblivious to her presence.
Cheryl's hopes as well as her heart were dashed into a thousand pieces. Instantly, tears welled into her eyes, dimming the orgiastic scene.
'Frank!' she screamed. 'Why…? Why? WHY?'
Just at that moment, Frank felt the convulsive shiver in Nancy signaling the beginning of her orgasm, and back behind the roots of his slaving cock, he felt the acid-like burn of his own ejaculation beginning.
Dazedly, he glanced over his shoulder at his wife, standing in the doorway, distraught and tearful. There was no power on earth or in heaven that could have stopped him, and telling her why just then would have been impossible too.
'Because…!' he choked.
He was cumming.
Only moments before, Jim, too, had reached his climax. His hips were thrusting up at Nancy's mouth in the final throes of ejaculation when Cheryl had walked into the room. At that point he could care less; he was enjoying the exquisite sensations of it.
And, Nancy, soaring into orbit at that moment was oblivious of everything. Her orgasm, powerful and complete left her with glazed eyes and ears that would not hear as she reveled in the wonderful sensations racing ecstatically through her.
Slamming his exploding cock deep into Nancy Barber's exquisitely milking cunt for one final thrust, Frank Paynter hung onto her as his hot, white sperm raced through him to spew deep up into the moist confines of her cuntal sheath. Right then, he too couldn't concern himself with the fact of his wife's presence.
Cheryl turned and fled back to her own bedroom, the awful vision of her own husband fucking another woman burned deep into her mind. She didn't know what to do. She had handled it so badly, bursting into tears and shouting at him. God! What do I do now? What can I do…?
CHAPTER FIVE
The pudgy lawyer, Gene Barber, after having forced Cheryl Paynter to fellate him, had gone to his and Nancy's bedroom down the hall, roundly cursing himself for a bungling fool when it came to sex. The truth should
