streams.
Slowly, Bob inserted the huge ball-like thing up into her, high into her cunt. Anita arched up so as to accept the sex toy. She moaned loudly as Bob pushed it up into her wet depths.
'Take it, Anita, I want you to take the whole thing…'
'Yes… yes… yes… the whole thing…' she answered, her breathing coming in short gasps as she strained at the fullness.
As Anita began to writhe at the pressure stuffing into her, Bob told Dianna and I that the ball would keep the flesh tight and stretched, thereby providing a closer shave.
Bob motioned to me with his eyes, and I began to glide the lather-dripping brush over the woman's mound, sopping her pussy with the thick slippery foam. While Bob watched, I teased his wife with the bristles, until finally the entire area between her legs was covered with the white froth. By this time the still-blindfolded Anita, the huge rubber ball stretching wide her cunt, was a prisoner in her own unknowing excitement. The ball protruded from between her vaginal lips, and she was bucking gently against its hard, unyielding pressure. The bubbling white foam had mixed with Anitai own golden juices; gold and white strands swirled together down her thighs. Dianna was holding her by her shoulders, her mouth having re-30 leased Anita's nipples and, her tongue having rediscovered her lips, the mouths of the two women played at each other, teasing together.
After I had spread the hot, lubricating soap, Bob motioned for me to hold open Anita's tender thighs. She moaned as I held her, Dianna's tongue still licking at her lips. Bob leaned forward, his face only inches from Anita's pussy; slowly, as he stretched the-wet and soapy skin with one hand, holding it tightly, he lowered the gleaming razor's head until he had it angled against her. Very gently, he pulled the blade toward him, his fingers grasping the ivory handle firmly. Dianna and I stared down at the slowly moving blade as it scraped up the oiled, downlike covering. Bob's wife moaned at the feather pressure of Bob's strokes.
Bob began at the very top of her mound, slowly working downward, first down the right side, then down the left. Every so often, Bob would dip the blade in a bowl of hot water that Dee had brought from the kitchen. The blade missed nothing, leaving only pink, satin-smooth skin in its wake as it passed. Dee and I watched as Bob finally completed the last few strokes, far back between her legs, just inches past her now bright-pink ringed open31 ing. Bob put down the blade and stared at the results of his efforts. He smiled as he reached to the gleaming bare flesh, lightly running his fingers along the crest of Anita's cunt. He took the towels and cleaned the rest of the soap from between the woman's thighs. Anita, still blindfolded, reached down, sliding her hands over her belly. Hesitating at first, she began caressing her cunt with curious searching fingers. She explored her unfamiliar smooth ridges and curves, whimpering as she slipped her fingers between the lips of her gash. Dianna again lowered her lips, invading Anita's mouth with her tongue. I spread her thighs as Bob lowered his mouth to her pussy, his tongue examining the new smoothness. Bob straightened up, then motioned to me to take his place. I moved between Anita's thighs as Bob held her open. I let my fingers glide over her pussy for a few moments, enjoying the silklike sensation. Then, with Anita's own fingers pulling open the lips of her cunt, I began licking her, running my tongue all over the slippery-smooth skin. I sucked at her clitoris for a few moments and, as Bob reached under her and pushed a finger up between the cheeks of her ass, I darted my tongue down 32 into her wetness. Anita arched up, a loud throaty gasp escaping her lips. Dee had swung her leg over Anita's shoulders and was squatting down, pushing her own anxious pussy into Anita's equally anxious mouth. Bob slipped a second finger into her ass; Anita moaned, and suddenly I felt the soft slippery walls of her cunt convulsing around my tongue, her juices filling my mouth as she overflowed. Dianna began to shudder as she rode Anita's tongue; Bob withdrew his digits from Anita's ass and stepped around behind Dianna. As she rocketed past the limits of her control, Bob bent her over, her head now resting on her lover's belly. He reached down to her pussy and rubbed his fingers over the slippery wet skin, teasing at Anita's lapping tongue as he did so. He then slid his finger back to her buttocks, wetting her tight opening with her own juices. Then, with Dianna already squirming down against him, he pushed his cock into her. Riding Anita's tongue and Bob's prick, Dianna exploded into her climax, moaning loudly, twisting and writhing. Bob began thrusting into her, slow, long strokes, his hands reaching around her sides, grabbing at her round, shaking breasts. 33
I knelt up and moved closer to Anita. I rubbed the purple swollen head of my cock against her gleaming pink flesh. She felt smooth and slippery. I pushed into her, impaling her on my straining penis. I opened my eyes and watched Dianna as Bob exploded into her grasping rectum. She squatted as she came, pressing her convulsing cunt against Dianna's mouth. Anita bucked once, then gasped, then bucked again, her pussy rotating inches off the ground in small tight circles. She lashed out with her arms, then with her legs, falling into her twisting, ripping orgasm. Suddenly, my own tide broke away, surging out of me into the sucking wet tunnel of Anita's pussy. My muscles tensed as I shot into her, my cock jerking spasmodically inside of her, my hot thick white cum spilling out into her shaking, shuddering wetness. Bob gasped as he continued his hot flow into Dianna, even as I strained and poured into Anita.
More minutes passed, and then finally the four of us were still. The golden shadows of the fire danced across the ceiling and the walls of the room. As I stretched out on the carpet between the two women, sleep quickly smothered over the four of us.
Several hours had passed since Bob and Anita had announced their presence at our door, at least an hour had passed since the four of us had fallen together through our swirling, shared orgasm. Dianna and Anita had brought out some' sandwiches from the kitchen, and we talked quietly as we snacked; the wine and the dope, and, most of all, the sexual release, combined to mute reality for us, and seemed to envelop us all with an almost- numbed cocoon of calm. It was the early hours of the morning, and through the large skylight in the ceiling above me, I watched the blue, star-filled nighttime sky turn to the inky black screen of just before dawn.
'You know, I've been meaning to tell you all night, Ben, I heard of a… you're going to love this… a group, like a club, sort of, where all the members-well-it's sort of a club for connoisseurs of the, uh, physical… sexual…' Bob's speech was slightly slurred. He was sitting across from me, the two women relaxing on some cushions next to him on the floor. 'A sex club, you mean?' I asked. 'Uh, no, not exactly… not really a sex club … these people, the members, apparently take their sex quite seriously. They have all these rules… everyone has to be married, attractive, things like that. I guess there're about ten, fifteen couples, who are members, or whatever you want to call them.'
I was probably too tired to show it, but Bob had piqued my curiosity. I noticed that Anita and Dianna had also stopped their own conversation and had diverted their attention to us.
'Why don't you give it a try,' I suggested, reaching for a glass of wine. My mouth was dry and scratchy.
'Well, I don't know if I'm up to something like that. I was hoping that curiosity would get the better of Dianna and you; then you could tell us what it was like, and, uh, if it was any good, and then, Anita and I could join if it sounded okay.'
'Aha, so that's it. You want us to be the guinea pigs,' I laughed. Dee giggled, along with her sister.
'Not really, no. Actually, I just figured that since the two of you are the experts, your opinion would be good enough for us. Hey, I've got a name and phone number if you want to find out more about it.'
Bob took a card from his wallet. I looked at the name and telephone number, then put it down on a small table next to niy chair and told Bob that I'd think about it.
In spite of some very half-hearted protests, another joint was lit, and after about twenty minutes, the four of us were once again entangled together on the thick cushion of the carpet. We fucked until midmorning.
CHAPTER TWO
The telephone conversation with the man who identified himself only as Ron lasted about three minutes. I told him that a friend had given me his number and had suggested that I call him. He asked if I knew something about his group, and I told him that I knew only a little; he asked if I was married, and when I replied in the affirmative, he asked me to describe both my wife and myself, which I did. He said that he and his wife, Vivian, could meet us the next night at a cocktail lounge. I told him fine, that we'd be there about eight the following evening. He said goodbye, and that was that. Dianna and I arrived at the bar first, and found a small table tucked away against the back wall. We ordered our drinks, and after a wait of about ten minutes, Ron and Vivian presented themselves at our table.
