Racial swap-night

CHAPTER SEVEN

Nina Marsdale received Eddie and Alyce Frampton at the door of their magnificent home with grace and tact, not revealing for an instant her wild adultery with Eddie. Her restraint was remarkable. She knew that she would get him into bed again before the night was over. She knew also that her husband, Clay would have Alyce. Where it would go from there was anyone's ballgame.

They moved easily into the crowded game room and were served drinks by the bartender that Alyce had seen at Nina's for her afternoon cocktail party. All of the tennis pros and members of the board of directors of Marina Tennis Clinic were there. Eddie, of course, knew all of them but Alyce had a little trouble recognizing some of them out of their usual tennis whites.

Alyce soon found herself talking to a buxom brunette with strikingly expressive brown eyes.

"I'm Zelda Watson," the brunette volunteered. "We met briefly the other afternoon at Nina's cocktail party. You're Alyce Frampton, aren't you?"

"Yes, Zelda, how are you," she said politely, noting that the older woman was slightly under the influence of alcohol. She was slurring her words but was speaking slowly to make herself understood.

"Nice party," Alyce offered. "I've never been in this part of the house. Is this the game room?"

Zelda glugged down the last of her drink and leaned closer to Alyce, lowering her voice, she whispered, "The real games rooms are upstairs in the bedrooms. That's where the most points are scored."

"What games? What do you mean?" Alyce asked naively.

A look of startled disbelief crossed Zelda's face. Her voice raised an octave. "Are you kidding? Don't you know? Is this your first party at the Marsdales'?"

"Why yes, except for the other afternoon. Oh, I did have drinks over at Marina one afternoon waiting for Eddie…" Alyce said feeling a little uneasy for the first time.

"Well, babe, you'd better drink up. You're going to need it!"

"Why?" Alyce queried, still not fathoming what the woman was intimating.

Zelda moved so close to Alyce that her breath was almost burning her cheek. "When the people from the Marina get together it's not just to talk about tennis. This is a swap party. I thought everyone knew about it. Before the night is over you're going to be fucked and not by your husband. Your husband will be sticking it to someone else. Of course," she added, "You can watch if you prefer that. You get the picture, dearie?"

Alyce didn't answer for several moments her mind a mass of conflicting emotions. Her first impulse was to get up and run out but she was in too deeply now. Now not only was there the problem of Clay's having video-taped her husband and his own wife but there was now her own adultery as well. Oh why was life so confusing? She was just going to have to stay here and make the best of it.

"You mean to say all of these people here swap?"

The slightly drunk brunette nudged her suggestively. "You got it! They fuck their brains out actually!"

Just then a tall, silvery-haired man who was deeply tanned sat down on the other side of Zelda on the upholstered sofa. His quick familiarity with her led Alyce to believe that he must be Mr. Watson, but Zelda introduced him as Jeff Mitchell, one of the founders of Marina.

As Zelda had turned to talk animatedly with Jeff, Alyce was about to get up to move to another location when Clay Marsdale entered the room. He immediately called for attention.

"I want everyone to have a good time tonight and I'd like to introduce a new couple. Some of you have met them already but anyway here's Eddie and Alyce Frampton."

There was a round of applause as he continued, "We hope that they will enjoy their participation in our little get together."

Marsdale chuckled along with his guests after that comment.

The wealthy man went on, "We have a little entertainment tonight for you. We have some videotape you might enjoy. Lights, Jackie, please…"

Alyce noted just before the lights were extinguished that everyone seemed to be in couples but not with their own spouses. She wondered where Eddie was, but did not see him. She guessed then that he must be with Nina who was not in the room. That meant that she was supposed to be with Clay, she guessed. The Marsdale's must have arranged this, she decided.

Clay touched Alyce on the shoulder, then and motioned for her to come sit with him on a seat near the rear of the room so that he could run the equipment.

"Come on, baby," he said as she rose. "I want you beside me."

She followed him and sat primly on the seat. Clay sprawled down beside her.

He said in a hoarse whisper. "I'm glad you decided to come."

She didn't reply. Instead she turned her attention to the video screen where a tape showing what appeared to be an orgy on a tennis court unfold.

Marsdale handed her a drink. She automatically began to sip it, knowing that her reaction to it during the afternoon had been agreeable, and if she must go through with this second sexual encounter with Clay she might as well enjoy it. She really didn't like the man, but she couldn't help remembering that it was he who had given her such a tremendous climax… her first ever. She blushed, recalling the scene vividly, her actions, her words, the sensations that had throbbed through her.

Her attention was drawn back to the screen.

Suddenly a beautiful brunette flashed on the screen endowed with abundant charms. When she turns her face toward the camera everyone can see that it is Sally Dunn who works in the pro shop. There are appreciative murmurs from the people in the room. Clay had not touched Alyce up to this point. Now he put his arms around her and fondled a generous breast through her dress. He quickly withdrew his hand.

He said, "I hate brassieres. Let's get it off!"

So saying, he took her drink from her hand and set it aside; then he reached behind and deftly unzipped the back of her dress.

"Stop it. I won't undress in front of all these people," she hissed at him, furious because of the public intimacy.

"Cool it. Hold still. I'll show you in a second what to do," he ordered.

Swiftly, he unhooked the snaps in back, pushed the straps of the bra down over her shoulders, then, reaching up into the short sleeves he brought the straps down over her elbows, forearms and hands on each side. Reaching into the top of her dress, he smoothly slipped the lacy bra from her, the straps coming back through the armholes of the dress, the entire garment having been removed through the neck without removing her dress. As much as she hated the thought of being exposed in front of the others still in the room she had to admire the skill with which this man carried off the maneuver.

"Stuff this thing in your bag!" he croaked.

Embarrassed, she took the flimsy bra and stuffed it into her handbag.

He left the back of her dress unzipped, slipping his hand and arm around her, inside the dress, to a smooth, silken-skinned breast, where he stroked, fondled and kneaded her, the nipple becoming erect under his fingers, the tingling sensation becoming more pleasant with each passing moment. She began to feel light-headed, and guessed that her drink must be the cause of it. The action on the screen again attracted her attention.

The man Sally is with is seen to have his hand in Sally's moist crotch, his middle finger stroking her clitoris, her hips moving in opposition to his insistent probing finger. Now the camera returns to Sally's face. She is in the throes of orgasm, her face working, her mouth forming passionate words.

She relaxes with the delicious climax and slides from his lap to the floor. The camera plays over her nude body from all angles. Finally, coming back to the couch where the unknown man lies nude, an enormous, erect penis jutting upward like a stanchion.

He beckons to her, then reaches down to take his genitals in his hands. She crawls slitheringly across the floor to him, reaching the couch, she kneels over his cock, taking it into her hands to fondle it, sliding the foreskin back, reaching under to knead his testicles, and showing with a two-hand hold the tremendous length of him.

Now Sally kisses the end of his prick and takes it into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing in and out as she begins to suck on it. Slowly, she begins to slide her mouth up and down, her head bobbing, as with each down stroke she takes more and more of his lengthy tool into her mouth. The camera cuts to Sally's young face, then divulges her ecstasy at the lewd behavior.

Alyce felt suddenly ill as revulsion overcame her. She tried to free herself from Marsdale's grasp. She was very angry.

"I'm not going to watch this disgusting exhibition."

Clay was quite calm. "Would you rather watch your husband's performance on the screen, then? We get around to all of us at one time or another. We like to be stars in our little galaxy here."

"You bastard!" she spat out.

Unperturbed, his mouth captured hers, his tongue invading her lashingly through the barrier of her teeth. He bore her backward until she was prone on the bench, his hand going under her skirt to caress her warm, smooth thighs, coming, finally to the softly curling genital mound. There he pulled down the front of her sheer panties and insinuated a finger into her moist, open slit. He found her tiny, enshrined clitoris and moved his finger on it, bringing the bud of her womanhood to erection.

"No Clay. Not here, please!" she gasped.

"Look around, sweetheart," he said. "Over there on the couch it would appear that Zelda is enjoying Jeff Mitchell to the fullest."

Alyce looked toward the couch. She saw Zelda leaning over the sprawling form of the older man. His zipper was undone and she had his long cock in her mouth, her head bobbing slowly up and down, her cheeks hollowing in and out as he sucked on the rigid, erectness of him.

"Dear Lord!" she exclaimed and averted her eyes.

"And over there, in the corner is Jeff's wife with Dave Carlson. He seems to be fucking her in the ass on the floor. Our only black tennis pro is eating out…"

"Stop it!" she hissed. She closed her eyes, covering them with her hands, trying to blot out the images she saw. It was too much for her… too depraved… filthy… perverted. "I thought Marina was an exclusive club. I never realized these people were like animals…"

"Come on. You haven't seen anything. Upstairs in the bedrooms there's probably six or seven couples indulging themselves," he said matter-of-factly.

All during this time, Clay had stroked her clitoris affectionately, with feather like strokes of his fingers, and she began to move her buttocks in small circles against his hand, unable to control her urge to do so. The building up of the delicious sensations slashed at her, converging on that spot where his finger insistently rubbed and titillated her.

Alyce had not seen her husband for some time. Actually, soon after their arrival, he had seemed to disappear. She opened her eyes and looked about the dim room carefully. None of the men present seemed to resemble him in any way. She had some difficulty in recognizing anyone at all; almost every person in the room was engaged in some form of sexual activity.

Clay stood up. "I think it's time for you and I to go upstairs to really do things right."

He zipped up the back of her dress and pulled her to her feet. She rose reluctantly, his strong grip of her hand reminding her how badly he wanted her. She moved with him, leaving the screening room, unnoticed by any of the copulating couples. Together, they mounted the broad staircase to the second floor. Alyce's stomach fluttered with fear and a certain, strange anticipation that she could not define.

Checking at the various bedroom doors one by one, Marsdale ascertained that all of the bedrooms were filled with one or more couples and a few trios. Words and phrases drifted out to them along the unmistakable sounds of wild uninhibited fucking.

"Come into my study," he said. "I want to show you some pictures."

They stepped into the masculinely appointed study. She gasped. On the walls were pictures of couples in lewd poses. She recognized many of the people in the pictures. Most of them were in this house now, engaged in illicit sex. The photos turned her stomach. They were explicit in detail and no depravity had escaped Clay's camera.

Then, a completely inexplicable thing occurred in the young wife. The drinks, the digital stimulation of her breasts and clitoris, the lewd videotape, the salacious pictures on the wall, the knowledge that this man wanted her sexually, and her own need all combined suddenly to give her the most erotic and sudden urge she had ever experienced.

She felt the moistness between her legs, the keening sensations that coiled and recoiled inside her, striking her there violently, surging out along her nerve endings only to return throbbingly, to her innermost womanly parts, and she knew that she was becoming more and more ready for anything. She noticed the bulge in Marsdale's trousers, and she knew that he, too, was more than ready; however, she averted her eyes, not daring to look, to admit to herself that she could possibly be interested in his sexual organs.

He came to her and put his arms around her, slipping his hands down to cup her buttocks and pull her flaming loins close in to him, grinding his hard penis into her.

"I want to show you one last thing," he said.

Reaching over and behind her, he snapped out the lights and pushed aside his books on a bookshelf, revealing a lighted bedroom beyond a glass mirror.

"It's a one-way mirror," he enlightened.

Alyce's eyes were riveted on the bed. She couldn't help watching, now, as she gazed with increasing interest and curiosity, trying to make out details in the softly lighted room.

Her view was from the foot of the bed, and she could see that there was a man and woman on the bed, their limbs entertwined, the man above, the woman on her back, her legs flexed upward and drawn back toward her chest. She could see the thick cock inserted, deeply, in the woman's glistening, wet cunt, spreading the soft folds of her furrow, the brown, round anus, darkly, below, the balls of the man hanging down from between muscular and hairy legs. The man withdrew, slowly, until she could see, clearly, the under side of the glans.

Then, he plunged the monstrous prick straight into the small woman and she imagined that she could hear the slap of their pelvises as the thick, rock-hard rod of flesh went in, burying its length completely in the soft, female flesh.

The young wife was now aware that Clay was grinding his pelvis into her loins, his cock sticking out from his trousers, as he tried to shove it between her legs, and unconsciously, she found herself responding to his obscene caress, sliding her pelvis up and down on him through the rough cloth of his trousers.

"Do you want to hear what they're saying?" he asked.

He reached up beside the books again and snapped a switch, not waiting for her to make up her mind. A speaker inside the bookshelf amplified the sound of the low voices from the bedroom.

"Oh, Eddie," the woman said. "Fill my cunt with your cock… mmmmmmmmm… it's so big… so hard…"

Alyce gasped, reddening and turned her head away from the lewd spectacle.

"Is that my husband?" she asked, weakly sagging in his arms, "with your wife?"

Marsdale held her tight. "Let's wait and see."

Now the man's voice was heard. "Nina, baby… I fit so well in you… your cunt is so juicy… I love my cock inside you…"

Marsdale reached behind her and snapped the lights back on in his study. Instantly, the scene in the adjoining bedroom was blotted out, and she realized that one of the properties of a one-way mirror was that the viewer be in semi-darkness.

Reaching up behind her, Clay gripped the zipper of her dress and pulled, down smoothly. Then, grasping the hem of her dress he began to pull the garment over her head.

"Not here…" she gasped.

"Why not. It's just as good a place as any," he said.

He flung her dress to the back of a chair, reached for her and clamped wet lips to a puckering, pink nipple, taking the whole aureola into his mouth and sucking on it, using his teeth to nip at the rapidly hardening flesh. Then, he paid tribute to its mate, as he kneaded her soft, mounding femaleness in his rough hands.

Now, he slid his hands behind her, slipping one hand inside her panties to fondle and knead her smooth, round buttocks; then, with a deft movement he stripped the thin, nylon garment down over her tapering thighs to her trim ankles.

Alyce stepped out of her shoes and he stooped down to remove the sheer underclothing from her feet, sailing it across the room to join her dress. She was now completely nude before him, stripped of all her barriers.

Instantly, his finger began taunting her sensitive clitoris, and Alyce gasped with the ecstasy of it, in spite of herself. Her body was beginning to feel, blazingly, on fire, a fire that could not be extinguished, a fire that threatened to consume her and she could do nothing.

Stepping back from her, Marsdale began to remove his own clothing, deliberately, methodically. Soon, he too was naked, his enormous cock standing out thick and long before him, blood-engorged and throbbing with the passion of his need for her.

Alyce stared. She was horror stricken. The size of him was mammoth. She couldn't believe her eyes, yet she knew that he had rammed that giant hunk of meat into her little cunt this very afternoon. She had taken all of it into her and had loved every minute of it!

"Here, dear, I'll put a blanket on my desk," he said when suddenly a familiar sing-song voice came into the room over the amplifier.

"Shove your fingers in my asshole! Make me cum, Eddie!"

Alyce turned to Nina's husband, pleadingly. "Turn it off. I can't bear listening to that."

"But my dear it's wonderfully erotic. Nina is a fabulous woman in the sack. She just loves to get fucked in the ass," he said nonchalantly as though he was talking about her love of French cuisine or foreign films.

"Lie down on my desk top!" he ordered.

Alyce complied sick at heart a complete feeling of hopelessness in her.

Eddie's boss clambered to the desk top, placing himself over her, in reverse, with his thick, hardened prick over her face, his legs spread on either side of her head.

Leaning down on his hands and knees, he said, "Take all of my cock in your mouth and suck me off! Suck hard and lick me! You can use your teeth but be careful!"

Alyce reached up to him, taking his thick, awesome instrument in her hands sliding the slack foreskin back to reveal the blood-red hooded cowl of his penis and took in into her mouth, tasting the male taste of him and inwardly appalled with the realization of what she was doing.

Experimentally, she began to suck, using her tongue to lave the giant head of him filling her mouth, swirling her lingual member around and around it, trying, finally, to insert the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit in the tip of the glans.

Marsdale leaned forward and down into the sixty-nine position and with a groan, buried his lips in her thoroughly moistened cunt. His tongue lashed out and probed wetly at her downy hair-lined vaginal opening, then moved up to the clitoral bud, licking her to a higher pulsing excitement than she had ever before experienced. Against the orders of her reasoning mind, her body reacted, and she began to move her hips up to him, rhythmically, her pink-lined pussy on fire, begging for more of that sensuous tongue.

Oh God. Believe me. I don't want this. But, I can't seem to help myself.

The sounds of the lovemaking from the next room came to them through the amplifier; the sounds of slapping flesh and punished bed springs, the squeaks and heavy breathing becoming louder and more rapid, building to an orchestral climax.

Nina was screaming out orders. "Faster, Eddie… harder… fuck me harder… I'm almost there… oh your cock is stuffing me so full. I'm there… oh fuck… fuck me… fuck me… I'm… aaaahhhh… ccuuummmiiinnnggg!"

The squeaking went on, faster and faster, then, suddenly stopped, followed by wetly slapping sounds, accompanied by squeals from the bed.

Eddie's voice was hoarse and muffled. "Oh you fabulous cunt… I'm going to cum too… I'm shooting all my cum in you… oh, it's wonderful… here I cum…"

Alyce was sickened by the explicit sounds of sex from the bedroom. Eddie was spewing his hot sperm into another woman, but somehow, the sounds of it and knowledge worked to increase the delicious sensations in her own loins, the generated heat in her forcing her to jerk her crotch upward, her legs splayed out, to the insistent mouth of Clay Marsdale, and she moaned out her helpless need of the older man.

"God, Clay, I want it too. I want you to fuck me," she gasped completely out of breath.

The older man raised his dripping face, sex-juices mingled with sweat from her overly moistened cunt. He crawled backward from her, allowing her freedom to move on the desk top. He kneeled up on his knees and leered down at her.

"Get up on your hands and knees! I'm going to fuck you in the ass!"

She cringed away from him, whimpering. "No! Oh, God. You'll kill me! I'm a virgin there!"

She jumped off the desk.

Marsdale jumped down from his desk to stand before her. His huge cock had begun to soften, slightly. He took it in his hands and said. "Before I can ram this right up your tiny little asshole you'll have to get it good and hard again."

In a trance, she knelt before him, taking his giant phallus into her hands and working the slack skin back and forth several times, feeling it begin to grow in her hands. She took it gently, in her mouth and began to suck like a demon not knowing why she did so. In a few moments his rod returned to its former degree of hardness. He moved his hips back, suddenly, pulling the hard flesh of him from her lips. She tried to recapture it. He shoved her back on her heels and restrained her with his hands on her shoulders.

"Okay," he gasped. "Now get up and lean forward… all the way forward with your tits on the desk!"

Reluctantly she did as she was bade. He came to her and reached down to the protrudingly, smoothly rounded and defenseless buttocks. With a middle finger, he probed the soft, white crease until he found the puckered, brown ring of her anus, as his other hand drew a cheek of her ass aside. His probing finger found it and he worked the tip of the digit into the opening up to the first knuckle, then, with a constant pressure, he shoved in all the way.

"Noooooooo… nooooo… stop!" she moaned.

Ignoring her protests, he worked his finger around in the sponginess of her back channel, until he felt the sphincter muscle begin to relax. Now, he withdrew the finger and replaced it with two, repeating the process of stretching her small, tight anal opening; then, yet a third time he reamed her, using three fingers.

"Okay, baby, you're ready… let's get a cock up your ass!"

Reaching under her, he dipped his fingers in her cunt, moist and ready, using the wetness to lubricate his great cock. With the thumbs of both hands he spread the cheeks of her ass exposing the round anal ring, little edges of the pink, inner flesh showing; then, he placed the head of his shaft, blood-engorged and throbbing, against the defenseless opening.

He pushed. The head of his prick entered her, surging past the tight, elastic ring of muscles. He stopped when she cried out.

"Stop it! You're splitting me in half!" she shrieked.

He expanded the head of his cock several times; each time bringing moans of pain from her, until finally, with a powerful flick of his hips he shoved into her, all the way, driving into the spongy tissue of her back passage, expanding it and pulling the brown edges inside, as the massive pole skewered her. Now, with his full length and thickness buried in her, he paused again, waiting for her anal canal to adjust.

"It's like having a cannon back there. Stop it. Take it out, Clay!" she demanded.

Marsdale stood behind her, leaning back, slightly, and began to move his hips, slowly, at first, grinding into her with short strokes, feeling the clasping, anal muscles constrict against him, now, increasing gradually, to longer and longer strokes, rhythmically, fucking into her tight little asshole, the sensations coming to him stronger and stronger with every stroke into her.

"Fuck back against me!" he grunted.

Experimentally, Alyce moved her hips back, in opposition to him. She found to her surprise that it was not as uncomfortable now. Her whole pelvic region was aflame. Her moist, now ready cunt cried for fulfillment, too. She wanted to be filled and fucked everywhere, at the same time. She began to waggle her hips with abandon and sureness back up in the air, the pleasurable sensations mixed with her perverse nature and something in her demanded more and more.

What's happening to me, she wondered? This is the worst sin against nature and I want more of it.

"Clay! I want more! I want something shoved in my cunt too!" she wailed, amazingly.

"I don't have a vibrator here. Wait a minute, though," he said with a lewd leer appearing on his sweating countenance. Still fucking into her he leaned across the desk of his study and took something off the wall. It was the racquet that had won him the Pacific Coast Tennis Tournament some twenty years earlier. "Use this!"

She had no idea of what he was talking about.

"What do you mean?" she asked, confusion running rampant in her tortured mind.

"Use the racquet handle to fuck yourself with," he said.

Knowing that she couldn't help herself, the demands of her body slashing at her brain, she reacted animalistically to fill the great need in her. She reached back and under with the old style wooden racquet, and began rubbing the leather grip over the canopied bud of her womanhood. Greedily, hungrily, she stroked the handle up and down on the miniature phallus.

The streaking, electric charge in her nerves was more than she could stand. She withdrew her hand only to put it back instinctively, inserting the leather grip handle into the moist void of her vagina. Tentatively she tried pushing the hard wooden handle just inside the mouth of her cunt.

She began to saw the racquet handle in and out, in rhythm with Clay, waggling her hips back and forth, reveling in the keening sensation of having both cunt and asshole filled. In and out, easelessly she perversely fucked herself while Clay Marsdale sodomized her from behind with the merciless abandon of a wild buffalo.

Meanwhile, next door, in the bedroom, Alyce's husband had spewed his sperm far up into Nina Marsdale's hungry, demanding cunt, grunting out his sexual satisfaction and collapsing atop her. He had brought the Oriental woman to climax three times. She, even, was spent for the time being.

A few minutes later, she wanted a cigarette and a drink. Dutifully, Eddie rolled off the Marsdale's bed and went to get the cigarettes from the dresser and the drinks from the bureau. Glancing into the mirror on the wall at the foot of the bed, he saw his own still jutting reflection, but there was something more; he saw shadowy motion that was not being reflected from the bedroom. He was certain that he and Nina were alone in the room.

Puzzled, he brought the drinks and lighted cigarettes to the bed. As he passed the mirror, again, he realized that she was seeing into another room and… that's it… it's a one-way mirror! He went to the wall switch near the door and snapped the lights off. Nina watched him with amusement, a sly smile complacently playing on her lips.

"Why'd you do that?" she asked.

"I want to know what's going on with that mirror," Eddie said.

He stood before the mirror and saw into what he recognized as a kind of study. In profile view, he suddenly saw in horrified recognition, his young newlywed wife, Alyce, completely naked, bending over a desk and Clay Marsdale slaving away behind her, moving his hips back and forth, shoving his monstrously erect cock into his wife's asshole! He was stunned beyond belief!

"It's Alyce and Clay! Your husband is fucking my wife in the ass!" he roared, bounding nakedly, for the door.

His hand was on the door knob jerking open the door when Clay's Chinese wife's voice stopped him.

"Hold it, Eddie. It isn't what you think! Alyce is fucking Clay because she wants to!" she said with conviction.

She came off the bed with feline grace.

"Would you like to hear what's going on in there," she asked, smiling her inscrutable little smile.

Reaching out to the side of the mirror, she pressed a button. Instantly, the bedroom was flooded with the lewd, amplified sounds from her husband's study.

Alyce's voice came to them unmistakable from the speakers.

"Clay! I want more! I want something shoved in my cunt too!"

Eddie froze!

Jesus, suffering Christ! She's asking for it!

Things began to form together in his mind.

"Did he show Alyce the videotape of me with Sally Dunn? Is that why she's doing this? Did you trap both of us?"

"Really Eddie, are you trying for an academic award or something? Stop being so Goddam melodramatic! It's just a little device we use to get couples to swap. A little subtle persuasion, shall we say?"

"More like blackmail," he grunted.

"That is a little harsh, Eddie. You're a big boy now. You can make up your mind about things. All the others at the club have."

"But my wife… it's not right!"

"Oh, I see. The old double standard rears its ugly head. She has every right to enjoy sex and get the most out of it." She reached down between them to fondle his flaccid prick. It was beginning to grow harder in her hand. Suddenly, he had an idea that came to him in his anger. He had been asking himself questions, but there had been precious few answers coming to him from the welter of conflicting thoughts. Now, the one idea was foremost in his mind.

He put his distorted, single-track idea into immediate use, not thinking, not considering the rightness of it, nor the wrongness of his actions.

"Come on, Nina," he said. "Let's make this a real party! Let's go into the study!"

Nina smiled up at him, her brown Oriental eyes shining, "I thought you'd never get around to it," she said. Then, more loudly, "Clay darling. We're going to join you!"

Marsdale's voice came over the speaker to them. "By all means my love," he grunted, as he ground himself harder into Eddie's wife's tight little asshole.

Nina and Eddie came into the study. Alyce was only partially aware that they were there. She was absorbed, mesmerized. She continued to try and cram the tennis racquet handle full length into her cunt but of course it was impossible.

Eddie was sickened, but he would not change his mind now. He took charge of the scene.

"Get her on the desk! I'm going to fuck her cunt-hole at the same time," he said.

Marsdale glanced up at him, pleased with his employee's inventiveness. Together, they maneuvered Alyce, who was only half-conscious of what was going on, to the desk top. Clay took her again, burying his thick cock deeper up her ass and rolling to his back with Alyce impaled like a fly on top of him.

Her tennis pro husband clambered to the desk top and planted himself astraddle of Marsdale's legs, spread his wife's thighs and pushed the tennis racquet aside and aimed his massive cudgel at her warmly dripping cunt and rammed it home in her vaginal vault.

"Is that enough cock for you now?" he screamed pumping furiously.

Alyce screamed with the realization of what he was doing.

"Have you gone mad? Ohhhhh… aaaauiieeeewwwww!" she cried in uncontrollable ecstasy.

Blindly, he fucked into her, his passion mounting. As he plunged, wildly, into the softness of her open, flowering cunt, he could feel the huge bulge of Marsdale's cock through the thin wall of tissue separating her vagina and anal passage.

Alyce was shocked, almost horrified beyond reason when Eddie mounted her and thrust into her with such violence, but strangely, unaccountable, the two massive pricks ravishing both pelvic orifices began to bring her to an unknown ecstasy. She was beginning to feel completely filled and fulfilled. The delirious transport glazed her eyes, and she was half-unconscious, aware only of the slamming sensations in her loins. She could not move. Could not react. She was skewered on two giant all-consuming cocks. All she could do was lie there and let the two men ram their monstrous shafts into her, however, she could not understand why her husband had joined them.

Oh, Eddie, what's happening to us?

Nina could stand it no longer. She had to have a piece of the action. She climbed to the top of the desk and insinuated her lithe Oriental body between Eddie and Alyce, her crotch over Alyce's face. Alyce had never done it before, but suddenly, she knew what she must do. Her tongue snaked out and began to lick and probe, tasting the femaleness of her, as well as the pungent cum that Eddie had left there, deep in the vaginal vault of Nina Marsdale.

Clay, beneath her, reached his climax. He grunted his satisfaction, as his cock jetted white, hot streams of viscous sperm into her back passage. Her jerked upward, spasmodically, driving deeper and deeper into her backside; finally, he dropped back spent, his cock jerking until the full load of sperm had been expended, deep, deep in the far hidden recesses of the young, lust-crazed wife's asshole.

Eddie was like a machine, as he pistoned into Alyce, and now she was on the brink of orgasmic release. She felt it coming. Her body spasmed, deliciously, the sensations shaking her, slicing into her and leaving her satiated, spent, on the verge of unconsciousness.

Dimly, as in a dream, she heard her own scream, a piercingly high note ricocheting through the room. "Oh you bastards! Fuck me! Fuck every hole! Aaaaahhhh… ohhhhhhhhh… in my cunt… in my ass… fuck me… fuck me… harder… harder… faster… I'm almost… oh… there… I'm… cuuummmuinnnggg!"

Alyce had turned her face aside as she came to her release. Nina atop her realized that she could not function for her, now. Glancing down between her legs, she saw that Alyce's eyes were closed now that she was practically unconscious.

"Fuck me now, Eddie!" Nina said, desperately, sliding back and raising her hips to him.

Eddie knelt up and slid his cock rigidly into her moistly ready cunt in one smooth motion, ramming the shaft all the way home in her. He was a wild man. He fucked with driving fury. He machine gunned into her as she demanded.

Nina responded to him with like abandon. She came back at him with strong, vigorous strokes of her own, and the massive hardness of him filled her and brought her to the heights. She came and came again, her orgasm bringing with it a euphoria and completeness, and her cry of joy resounded, again and again, but she could not relax, yet. Eddie was still driving into her, his own ejaculation delayed. She knew that she would have to help bring him to release.

"Would it be easier for you to cum if you do what we did the other night?" she asked.

"Christ, yes!" he gasped under his mighty laboring.

Reaching back and under, Nina guided his giant phallus, alternating between her softly pliant cunt and the resilient sponginess of her voraciously sucking asshole. In a few strokes… asshole… cunt… asshole… cunt… his sperm shot into her vaginal vault, hosing through him, pumping with unrelenting force, the viscous semen spewing in an almost endless stream.

Now, Eddie collapsed on top of Nina, and the mass of tangled bodies was quiet, sexually satiated for the time being. The only sound was the sound of labored breathing.

Later in the early hours of the morning back in the comfort of the Marsdale's bedroom there was a more leisurely sex-game and a straight-forward explanation and detailed discussion of the Marsdale's swapping parties.

Eddie listened to the explanation of Clay's videotaping and about how that was his usual modus operandi. The young husband couldn't be too angry. He had brought his wife to new heights of sexual abandon that may never have occurred otherwise.

Alyce too was happy that it had happened. She couldn't wait to try other members in the club. There was that huge black man she had seen downstairs with that giant black cock… Two more happy converts to swapping lay in the big bed with the Marsdale's eager to try out still more innovations.