Young people arrived for the party singly and in pairs until the Wagner's small apartment had far more people in it than had ever been there before. The beer and booze, which Steve had stocked for the occasion, flowed freely. But not all the guests were drinkers; some preferred to smoke the homemade cigarettes which they had brought with them. Soon the pungent smell of pot filled the air, rivaling the loud rock music in its assault on the senses.
Sharon drank more heavily than she ever had before. She found that the alcohol dulled both her anxiety and frustration while it let her enjoy the strange, wild crowd and their uninhibited ways.
It was impossible to count the number of people present because they kept arriving and leaving. Some of the young men were long-haired; others were neatly trimmed. Their clothes ran the game from Edwardian suits to jeans and T-shirts. The girls offered even greater variety with their miniskirts, maxiskirts, pantsuits and hot pants.
Everyone was packed in tightly, with hardly enough room to change position, let alone to dance. Still, there was dancing going on.
Steve seemed to enjoy himself Sharon noted that the girls were paying a good deal of attention to him. Her brother remained close to her most of the time, fending off the other guys.
Somebody handed Todd a joint, and he lit up.
"What is that?" Sharon asked him over the din.
"Take a puff and find out," he told her, holding the joint up to her mouth.
But she turned away. "I don't smoke," she said firmly.
"This isn't just plain smoking," he said.
"I still don't want any."
She took another sip from her glass. Her head was pleasantly light by this time. Todd drew deeply on the marijuana cigarette, held the smoke in his lungs for a long time, then slowly let it out. He smiled.
Steve likewise had refused some offers of pot and was sticking to bourbon on the rocks. He noted that Todd was staying close to Sharon, and this prompted further wondering on his part. But his thoughts were vague and continually interrupted by conversation's sights and sounds.
By far the most pleasant interruptions were provided by a pretty young brunette named Barbara. She had said she was a "very good friend" of Todd's, but her interest seemed to be in Steve tonight. Feeling as he did – slightly high, resentful of Sharon, and frustrated by the present state of his marriage – he responded positively to Barbara's attentions.
After a while she said, "My sports cars right outside. Why don't we split this scene and go for a drive?"
He grinned at her. "I can't do that. I'm the host."
"Shit, that doesn't make any difference," she said. "Everybody knows where the booze is. And two less people in this room would be a break for the others."
He glanced at Sharon and saw Todd moving close to her, along with a couple of other guys.
"Okay, let's go," he said with a touch of bitterness. "I could use some fresh air."
Barbara's little red Triumph speeded them through the sparse late evening traffic. Steve watched the girl's long hair blowing in the wind and her pink lips, always moist and smiling. Suddenly he wanted to fuck her with a ferocity that surprised him.
She swerved the car to a stop in front of an apartment building. "Here's where I live," she announced, and watched closely to see what his response, would be.
"Have you got a party going, too?" he asked.
She laughed throatily. "Not yet. But in a few minutes… who knows?" She reached across and took his hand.
His prick tensed and threatened to stand straight up.
"Are you inviting me in?" he asked.
"In is the word," she said, lowering her shadowed eyelids.
Buoyed by a surge of happy anticipation, he jumped out of the car. She alighted and rounded the front of the small machine to meet him on the sidewalk. She snuggled into his arms, and they kissed.
Her tongue immediately entered his mouth. Groaning and pulling her more tightly against him, he stroked his tongue next to hers. He breathed in the delicate scent of her perfume and felt the quiver of her unharnessed tits through her blouse and his thin shirt.
Now his cock did straighten out. She felt it and twisted her belly responsively.
She broke the kiss and leaned back so that she could look him in the eyes, but they didn't relinquish their embrace.
"Peels like you're interested," she said in a low, sexy drawl.
"Let's go upstairs," he answered huskily.
Since the street and apartment house foyer were deserted, his hard-on didn't embarrass him. But it was uncomfortable walking with that stiffness in his pants. Barbara didn't draw attention to it. Right now she was only interested in getting into her apartment, as he was.
As soon as they had entered the attractive little place and the door had closed behind them, she came into his arms again. This time her tongue was out even before their ups touched, and she licked moistly across the outside of his mouth. He responded by protruding his own tongue, and they kissed that way for a while – with their tongues only – before finally their lips met and sealed warmly.
His hands moved up and down her back as they breathed through their noses and kept the tongue-thrashing kiss going, their saliva's mingling to form a singe sweet elixir of lust.
She slowly pulled up the back of her miniskirt and placed his hands on her pertly rounded ass, stroking the firm globes through her snug-fitting panty hose. His cock, which had lapsed on the way up to her apartment, once more rose, and she worked a hand between their bodies so that she could stroke the aggressive hardness through his trousers.
She tore her mouth from his, panting. "You're fast starting," she said. "That's what I like. A guy ought to be fast to start and slow to finish."
"I feel like taking all nigh I with you," he said.
She smiled, took him by the hand, and led him into the bedroom. She didn't turn on any lights. The glow which entered from the living room was sufficient.
"Let me undress you," he requested huskily.
"That's fine," she said, "as long as I get the same privilege."
That pleased him, and, after giving her a quick kiss on the lips, he happily began unwrapping his present.
The suspense wasn't long lasting, because Barbara wore only three articles of clothing in addition to her shoes. Steve's removal of her blouse exposed her firm, conical knockers. He twiddled their tips to make her nipples very tall and stiff, then bent and swiped his wet tongue across one of the sensitive points. She sucked in her breath.
After unfastening her skirt, he pushed it down. He squatted in front of her and took the skirt off her legs. Finally he pulled down her panty hose, baring her thick, dark pussy bush. Perfume rose to his nostrils from the inner slopes of her thighs as she lifted first one leg, then the other, and he peeled the clingy panty hose off her feet.
She stood nude in front of him, smiling down, her elflike face framed by her long black hair and her bangs. "See anything you like?" she drawled. "I see everything I like," he declared, and buried his open mouth in her soft, furry muff.
Since this wasn't his wife and her reputation and moral character were no concern of his, he wanted to do everything with her and have her do everything with him in return. He wasn't a square when he was away from Sharon.
He felt a nagging sense of guilt in the back of his mind, because he knew he shouldn't be in another girl's apartment, undressing her, and getting ready to fuck her. But Sharon had cheated on him, he reminded himself, and therefore he was entitled to strike back at her in this way. Anyway, he was a husband and she was a wife – that, to his mind, made a great deal of difference.
Barbara caressed his head and parted her legs in a wide-open stance, encouraging him to do whatever he liked as he knelt in front of her. What he wanted to do – and did – was to drive his tongue through the thicket of her pussy curls into the top of her juicy slit and on down, to where her cuntlips got thicker and there was much more juice between them. She had turned on quickly, as he had. His prick pounded in the prison of his pants as he licked and chewed at the soft, moist, erotically scented petals of her twat.
Finally he stood up. Her eyes were a little gassy, and she seemed unsteady on her feet. He had the impression that she wanted to lie down right away and spread her legs.
But she had asked for the privilege of undressing him, and she was determined to follow through on that. She hurriedly began opening the buttons down the front of his shin.
When she had the shirt open, she bent her head, as he had done with her, and licked across his nipples. This gave him an unexpected thrill. Not many girls took the trouble to lick a man's "tits", but it could be a rewarding experience for the male, as Steve discovered.
Barbara caught some of his chest hairs between her teeth and tugged at them, growling softly. He liked that also.
"Tigress," he told her, and tousled her hair.
She dropped to her knees in front of him and proceeded to take off his shoes and shocks. As she worked, she deliberately brushed her face across the protrusion of his pants front. Then, after his feet were bare, she gave him another unexpected bit of excitement by kissing his cock through, his pants and seizing the cramped column between her teeth.
"Oh slut, take my pants off!" he blurted.
She quickly unfastened his belt, opened the top of his trousers, and stripped the garment down. His boxer shorts came next, and she left both articles wound around his legs as she gave her full attention to the long, hard prick which had sprung forward as his shorts slid away.
Barbara didn't take his cock into her mouth immediately. She was an accomplished cocksucker, and she loved nothing better than the feel of a big thick prickhead and bony shaft between her jaws. But she knew that a man appreciated a certain amount of licking up and down his dick, as well, and over his hanging, wrinkled ball sac. She wanted to give Steve that pleasure.
She began by retracting his foreskin and holding his prick with a finger and thumb at its base. This wasn't to keep it up, because Steve had a bone-hard, soaring erection, but she wished to hold the shaft steady so that her tongue could achieve the maximum voluptuous effect. She licked gently all over the head of his cock, underneath it, and around the back of the head, in the sensitive groove just behind his coronal ridge.
His pecker jerked with excitement. He groaned and ran his hands through the girl's hair.
Now she fluttered her tongue along his column, moistening and tickling it exquisitely from head to base. Finally she held it straight up against his belly and began licking once more at its tip. She worked her tongue slowly down the underside of his cock until she reached his sac of nuts.
She didn't stop, but continued on down, buffeting his balls with her wagging tongue. Then she pinched the loose skin between a thumb and finger, lifting the sac so that she could lick its entire underside.
By now his excitement had reached such a state that his head felt light and giddy.
But there was more stimulation to come. Much more.
Barbara opened her mouth and took first one ball, then the other, into her moist oral cavity. She bathed his balls in her saliva and sucked on them gently. Her tongue agitated the sensitive masses just enough to stimulate him to the maximum bearable degree, but not so much as to cause him discomfort.
Finally she let his nuts tumble free and worked her way up the shaft of his prick once more, this time tongue-stroking it harder. By the time she arrived at the head of his cock, her tongue turned into an instrument of exquisitely pleasurable torture as it lashed briskly at his peckerhead, bouncing his whole big prick back and forth.
And to cap the climax of this little phase of their lovemaking, Barbara quickly slid her lips down over his fat, drooling glans and gave the large knob several head-jerking sucks before releasing it and letting it bob up and down as it pulsated, almost ready to blow.
"Ooh, baby, that's too much!" Steve groaned. "Wow, you really know how to do it!"
She chuckled softly and got to her feet.
"Do you think you can do me as well?" she asked, looking him right in the eyes.
"I'm sure as hell going to try," he promised, his voice hoarse from the tension that was coursing through every fiber of his being.
She lay down on the bed and steepled her knees, spreading them wide apart. This opened up her gash and, even though the light in the room was dim, he could make out all the intimate features of her cunt.
With his eyes trained on the enticing display and his stiff cock proving his continued interest, he sprawled on the bed in front of her open crotch. First he took a deep breath of the exciting combination of perfume and fresh, sweet cunt. Then he moved in, his tongue already extended and dribbling its desire for the luscious feast.
He thought that he could never behave quite this aggressively and uninhibitedly with Sharon, and he felt somehow that it wasn't right for her to behave in such a manner with him. Even if he had taught her about it himself – and he'd had several months during which to do so before he went away – it still wouldn't have seemed proper to his Victorian oriented mind.
But for him to behave this way with a whore, or with a casual pickup like Barbara – why not? They didn't count. They were just bodies and lips and tongues for him to use. Just sluts.
A wife was a wife and a slut was a slut.
But what an attractive, warm, and lovable slut Barbara was! he mused.
He took hold of the firm, full undersides of her thighs and held them in place, wide apart, as he brought his mouth up against the moist, soft, rosy, hair-encircled meat of her box. She sighed pleasurably as he began to lick the sensitive, excitement-puffed folds. His probing tongue wigged them all about. This released more of her delightful natural fragrance. Her glands dribbled more profusely, sending drops of rich, thick cunt juice down onto his tongue, from where it rolled dawn his throat and into his stomach.
The longer he licked her pussy, the more excited and committed to the act he became. Barbara breathed heavily and writhed with intense pleasure against his tonguing. This gave him further stimulation.
He centered his attentions on her hooded clitoris, which was hard as a pearl in its soft, fleshy setting. He lapped at the nubbin with his tongue, and she cooed as her clitoris quivered responsively. Finally he stroked his tongue fully into her cunt, plugging her hot hole with its wet, wiggly length. She bumped spastically against his face, showering him with her intimate moisture from the tip of his nose to his chin.
He sat up, swiped his hand across his wet face, and smiled at her.
"Let's sixty-nine for a while," she said.
"I've heard of that," he told her, "but I've never done it."
"Let me show you," she offered.
She helped him position himself on his side, and she reversed herself to lie facing him, with her head next to his erect prick. Then she opened her legs, draping one around his head. He snuggled into her sweet, succulent crotch while she gripped the shaft of hard meat that projected upward from his hairy loins. She put the thick, rounded end of his dong into her mouth while he began licking along her pussy.
The overall sensation was delightful. While he was giving her pleasure, and breathing in and tasting her womanly essence, she slowly and lovingly sucked his cock, gliding her encircling lips up and down, up and down, on the spit-slick pole and taking his glands into the depths of her mouth and throat.
This time instead of his nose bunting her hard pussy mound and rubbing against her thick hair, it fitted neatly between the soft, springy cheeks of her bottom. There was a very subtle difference in the scent which he derived, also, as his nostrils sniffed very close to her clean but nonetheless slightly aromatic asshole.
Feeling as he did now, so loose and free with this delightful young woman who had given, and was giving, him great pleasure, this faint added scent furnished added stimulation. He licked and sucked at her hot, wet cunt and gloried in the pleasure of it.
And all this time the head of his cock was in her mouth, being alternately drawn deep into the narrow opening of her throat and being released backward on her wet, soft tongue as her encircling lips sucked at his dick and she bathed it in her warm, slippery saliva.
He hadn't believed that he could last this long, but Barbara had guided the lovemaking with great skill, building his endurance as she gave him greater and greater pleasure.
When the time finally arrived for him to screw her, she chose the way in which this would be done, also. She had him lie flat on his back while she mounted him, facing his feet.
This was another new experience for Steve. He found the position very delightful, because, as Barbara leaned forward, he could watch the merging of their sex organs – his thrusting, hard cock gliding into her soft, oozing, hair-encircled cunt mouth.
He continued to watch, and she looked down below her belly, watching also, as she slowly lifted and lowered her hips, causing his cock to stroke in and out, up and down, through her avid slit. His shaft alternately appeared, gleaming wet with her juice, then disappeared completely inside her hole as she sat down on his balls. He watched her winking asshole, also, as her white butt twisted.
As she fucked him slowly and deliberately, this position furnished a treat for his eyes as well as for his tactile sense. She was well served, also, because by remaining bent forward she derived the maximum possible contact between her sensitive clitoris and his long, hard shaft. Her passion quickly built to the point where she had to speed up her fucking motions.
Steve was ready, and he grunted rhythmically with great delight as he jabbed his hot cock upward into her gliding, swirling cunt. She screwed him ever faster, gasping, then shrieking.
He let out a howl of joy as he came, spasming blissfully and shooting his cream into her gulping, clutching snatch.
He knew, by the time it was over, that he had been well and truly fucked. Barbara, young though she was, had beaten the Alaskan whores at their specialty.
In the Wagner's apartment, the party was tapering off. Most of the guests had departed, but one of the late arrivals had proved to be the most interesting of all.
He was a bearded young man in colorful attire, who had a Great Dane with him. He had been out walking his dog, he said, when he had met some people who had just left the party. They had laughingly suggested that he go on up, and that was what he had done.
Sharon, who was quite drunk by that time, petted the huge, handsome animal and even got down on her knees to nuzzle him.
Todd watched, grinning. He was loaded on pot.
The stranger asked him if he had a joint to spare, and Todd found one. The young man lit up and relaxed.
A couple was seated on the sofa soul-kissing, the boy's hand moving slowly between the girl's bare thighs. A girl in hot pants stood next to the record player, trying to decide which album to put on next. The bearded man eyed her satin-clad ass as she dragged on his joint of Acapulco gold.
"I wonder where Stevie is," Sharon slurred as she stood up and turned to Todd.
"Out fucking some babe, most likely," he replied in a casual tone.
"You don't… think he's really doing that, do you?" she asked, blinking her glassy eyes.
"Sure I do, honey. And so do you. But we don't give a slit, because we've got each other. Come on, Shari baby… sister dear… let's go into the bedroom and have us a ball!"
"No, Todd… ooh, nooo…" she said plaintively.
"Oh, yes!" he insisted, and swung her up in his arms, her skirt sliding back to her lap.
The bearded man on the couch stared at her panty-sheathed ass and acquired a hard-on. As Todd and Sharon disappeared into the bedroom he got up and walked over to the young blonde in hot pants. He moved up behind her, pressing the lump in his jeans against the crack between her satin-clad buttcheeks.
She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. "Well, who're you, man?" she asked.
"A lonely traveler," he said, "looking for a place to hole up in."
She leaned close and whispered drunkenly in his ear. "I've got a hole that isn't busy." She giggled.
He drew her down to the floor, next to his dog.
"Ooh noooh, Todd, don't fuck me," Sharon pleaded as he put her down on the bed. "Don't fuck me, please!"
"You know you want it, baby," he said as he stood next to the bed and began to strip his clothes off. "That little cunt of yours is burning."
"But it's not right, Todd! You're my brother and…"
"That never stopped us before," he said, dropping his pants.
He wore no shorts, and his large cock sprang out to hang well forward of his ball. If it hadn't been for all the pot he had smoked, it would have been straight by that time. But he knew that just a little tickling – or the sucking of Sharon's sweet lips – would do the job.
He was fairly confident that Steve wouldn't be back for a while, because he had seen him leave with Barbara. When Barbara took a man to her pad, Todd knew from experience, he was in for a long, hard highly pleasurable session.
Sharon stared at her brother's prick and knew it was what she wanted. She would have preferred Steve's, and Steve's only, if she could have had it whenever she wailed, as she wanted, and in a loving way. But Steve was a narrow-minded, suspicious bastard who didn't love her any more, she drunkenly believed. And Todd, though he might be a bastard and probably didn't love her either, at least knew how to make a warm-blooded young girl happy.
By the time he was nude, she was ready to receive him, and she wrapped her arms around him when he lay down on the bed. In her drink-befuddled state, she didn't think about what might happen if she were to arrive home and catch them together. She only thought of Steve as the man who didn't want her and Todd, her brother, as the one who did.
He slid a hand up underneath her skirt and petted the silk-cuddled curves of her bottom. The tip of his middle finger stroked the slit of her pussy through her pants. As she kissed him hotly, he pulled her panty crotch aside and did first one, then two fingers into her already moist and open cunt.
Her tongue fucked his mouth in the same rhythm his fingers applied to her hot, hair-fringed hole. His other hand slid from underneath her and grasped a full, springy tit. But since she wore a brassiere, he wasn't able to gain the degree of response from the titty that he desired.
He pulled his mouth off hers. "Come on," he growled, "I want to undress you."
She lay back and let him have his way as her head spun giddily. Todd pulled, her dress up and over her head, leaving her in bra and panties. He rolled her onto her belly and unhooked the bra. He looked at her ass in the pink, silken briefs and brought his hand down hard across both buttcheeks, making a loud sound and causing her asscheeks to wobble erotically.
"Ooowwwww!" she wailed. "What'd you do that for?"
"Just cause I felt like it," he said, pulling her pants down. "But don't worry – I'll kiss it and make it well."
He bent and planted a wet, licking kiss on the fullness of each quivering, soft, smooth buttock.
That felt good to Sharon. She had never gotten her ass kissed before.
Todd rolled her onto her back and pulled her panties the rest of the way along her legs, lifting her legs in the air. As he removed the pants from her feet and her legs fell back, they flopped wide open.
"Baby, you've got the prettiest cunt in captivity," Todd said as he bent to press his sucking lips against it.
He speared the soft, moist petals with his tongue, and Sharon squealed softly. Todd stroked his tongue in and out and across her hard clitoris, and she writhed, grinding her fresh, young twat against his face.
She didn't think of him as her brother now. He was just an uninhibited young man who wanted her and was willing to give her what she needed.
He crawled forward and straddled her neck, letting his big balls plop against her chin. His cock swung, half-hard, above her face, trailing a stung of gleaming clear lubricant from us tip. She grasped the firm rod and tilted its head down to her lips as he adjusted his position slightly.
She began to suck his cock with noisy, greedy slurps.
The couple who had been finger-fucking on the sofa in the other room had left the apartment by this time. Now the only guests who remained were the bearded man and the blonde in the hot pants – or, rather, the blonde who had worn the hot pants. She was nude now.
The man, also nude, lay on his back on the rug while the girl sat astride him, twisting and pumping her cunt up and down on his upthrust shaft.
She didn't pay any attention to the animal. In fact, she didn't know he was there, until he unfurled his long, red tongue and began to swipe it up and down her ass crack and ever the edge of her twat, licking at his master's cock also.
Just then the outer door of the apartment opened, and Barbara entered with Steve following behind.
"Well, look what's happening here!" she said.
The blonde girl and bearded man looked at her but continued fucking. She didn't mind being watched by people.
Steve glanced around. "Where are Sharon and Todd?"
Barbara looked pointedly at the closed bedroom door.
Suddenly everything clicked into place in Steve's mind, and he only required the confirmation which lay behind the door. He strode across the room and flung the door open.