The odor of bacon frying and fresh-brewed coffee woke Vicki and Kirk late on the morning of New Year's day. They lay cuddled together in the strange bed until there was a soft knock on the door and Eric Kaye called out cheerfully, "Breakfast is ready. Or are you two planning to stay in bed all day?"
"No," Kirk answered, "we'll be there in a minute."
"As you say, my boy."
Vicki and Kirk dressed leisurely, and hand in hand, they left the bedroom and walked down the hallway and into the kitchen – a gleaming area with every conceivable manner of modern convenience, long Formica-topped breakfast bar and handsome dinette set with sparkling silver and gleaming china. Eric Kaye was sitting at the dinette, while Christy – resplendent in a pair of silk lounging pajamas of flaming scarlet, her silver blonde hair long and flowing – bustled about preparing breakfast. Eric was adorned in a wine-colored velveteen robe over a pair of doeskin slacks.
A little self-consciously, Vicki patted her hastily-combed dark hair and looked down at her wrinkled cocktail dress. She felt a little out of place dressed as she was, and thought that Kirk in his rumpled suit felt the same way. But there was no embarrassment in seeing Christy and Eric. She flashed them a warm smile and exchanged good mornings. No, she felt no embarrassment nor guilt. Truly, she had changed last night, she had become a different person – in emotion as well as motive.
Breakfast – bacon, eggs, hash-browns, English muffins and good, strong coffee – was a pleasant affair, and both Vicki and Kirk found themselves able to join in the light banter of a breakfast table conversation without uneasiness. Kirk decided that this kind of thing was old hat to Eric and Christy. They'd been around and knew how to make "newcomers" like he and Vicki feel perfectly at ease; the whole thing was beautifully adult, so very modern. Well, why not? Hell, this was 1973, wasn't it? Not Victorian England…
As they ate, Kirk and Eric discussed the Rose Bowl game to be played that afternoon, and Kirk accepted the renowned educator's invitation to stay and watch the battle on color television.
Over more of the good coffee, Eric deftly turned to matters more in keeping with the previous night. "Did you and Kirk enjoy yourselves last night, Vicki?"
"Yes, we did," Vicki answered, able now to be equally as blase as he about the evening's events. "We had a really good time."
"And you have no regrets about coming over to spend New Year's Eve with us?" Christy asked.
"None whatsoever," Kirk answered.
Eric smiled charmingly, and then, with perfect candor, said, "Did you and Vicki make love?"
"Yes, we did," Kirk answered without a moment's hesitation.
"Was it good?"
"The best either of us have ever had," Kirk said with a bluntness that surprised even him.
Eric and Christy exchanged smiles. "Do you know why it was so good?"
"I think we do," Vicki said. "A little added excitement kind of helps."
"Then – you both know what the other did?"
"Yes."
"I'm glad," Christy said. "I was a little worried that there might be repercussions. But Eric and I decided that you were both adult and willing to learn. We're seldom wrong about such things, but I'm always a little leery at first."
"You… do this kind of thing often?" Vicki asked with just a little twinge of shock.
"To be perfectly frank, yes, we do," Eric told her. "And we're probably the happiest married couple in the world. You see, this kind of thing – hell, we might as well call it what it is: wife-swapping. Or more properly group sex. It's a whole new concept, a way of life which can heighten your physical enjoyment ten times over, even a hundred times. You abandon unnecessary and binding inhibitions, and give yourself completely to the gratification of your physical and emotional desires."
"And it makes your relationship with your mate that much more exciting, that much more fulfilling," Christy interjected. "There's a constant kind of competitiveness that isn't there with a strictly monogamous marriage; you're always trying harder to please your mate, because you know he or she is getting the best he can get from the others. You want to be better than all of them, and so you put your heart and your body and your soul into it. And you succeed."
"That's why what you and Kirk had together last night, after both of you were with us, was so good for each of you. You wanted to prove to yourselves – and to each other – that your love could produce better sex than what you had in a moment of passion or rage or what-have-you."
Kirk looked at Vicki, and then said, "You know, there's a lot to be said for that idea, Eric: I didn't think so before, but now – after having had first-hand experience…"
"There's an old saying that says 'Don't knock it if you haven't tried it.' But most of your puritanical objectors to group sex are in the category of never having tried it; hell, all of them, as far as I'm concerned. They condemn it without knowing anything about it, like the Goddamned moralistic, self-righteous hypocrites that they are. As far as I can determine – and I know people pretty well – most of these knockers would dearly love to try group sex but haven't got the guts to do it."
Christy nodded her agreement. "My sentiments exactly," she said, and smiled warmly at Vicki and Kirk. "I'm so glad you two are understanding – and sympathetic exceptions to that sterile, narrow-minded majority."
"I'm going to ask you both a very bold and blunt question," Eric said, searching both their faces with his penetrating eyes. "Would either of you – no, both of you – like to have sex with Christy and me again?"
Vicki felt herself blush slightly, and she reached under the table to take Kirk's hand and squeeze it for reassurance. "I… I don't know…" she faltered.
"Tell me this before you answer definitely," Eric said quietly, "did you like what we had together last night? Did you like the feel of me inside you?"
As quickly as it had come, the blush went away, and Vicki found herself staring boldly at Eric Kaye. Yes, she was emancipated undeniably free from the bonds of puritanism. She was a member of the same minority as Eric and Christy – that was a simple and irrefutable fact of life.
"Yes, Eric," she said, "yes I enjoyed the feel of you inside me. And I enjoyed it when you came in me, and I came with you."
"How about you, Kirk?" Christy said, as Vicki and Eric sat with their eyes locked together. "Did you enjoy my mouth on your penis in the bathtub? Did you like the way I made you cum?"
"Yes," Kirk said. "God, you know I did, Christy."
She smiled. "I know, but it's nice to hear it anyway."
Eric got slowly to his feet. "Am I to take it that the answer to my question is yes, then? You both would like to have sex with us again?"
Vicki and Kirk looked at one another, and between them passed a mute message of love and agreement. Yes, the look said, yes we want to have sex – to FUCK – with Eric and Christy again because it will make our own sex even better, even greater than what we knew last night. Yes, we want to experiment and learn, we want to have group sex, because we love each other and we want that love to grow and become unkillable, unshakable, forever…
Kirk said it aloud for both of them: "Yes, Eric, we would."
Moments later, Kirk and Dr. Kaye left the kitchen. Carrying fresh cups of coffee, they entered the living room and settled down in arm chairs just in time to watch the opening kick off of the Rose Bowl game. To Kirk's surprise, he quickly discovered that Eric Kaye was a most knowledgeable football fan. As the game plans of the respective teams began to unfold, there developed between the two men a rapport that, while differing in opinion as to methods and tactics, was nevertheless respectful. And while these two self-imposed experts bantered back and forth about the merits of various strategies, in the kitchen, Vicki cleared the breakfast dishes and carried them to where Christy was rinsing them before stacking them in the built-in dishwasher.
Suddenly, the young raven-haired wife stopped in mid-step. "Oh, Christy," she exclaimed, "I forgot all about Fello. He's still locked up in the kitchen, and he hasn't been fed!"
"Fello?"
"Yes, our landlady's Doberman pinscher."
"Oh. Well that's okay, honey, you run along and feed him then."
"You sure? I can wait till we're finished."
"No. You go ahead. I'm almost finished anyway."
"Sure?"
"I'm sure," the older woman answered.
"Bring him back with you, if you want. Eric and I are both fond of dogs." She paused for a moment, then added. "As a matter of fact, we have quite a few movies in our film library on dogs. When you come back, we can watch a couple, if you'd like," she concluded, her memory for a moment lingering on one particular juicy film which never failed to arouse the most prurient of thoughts in her. Then, turning to place the last piece in the dishwasher, she was mystified by the expression of surprise registered on Vicki's face. She took this reaction as one of shock, little knowing that was not what had startled the young wife.
High color spread rapidly on Vicki's face until her cheeks were flushed in glowing crimson. Self-consciously she lowered her eyes and shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
"Jees, honey, I didn't mean to embarrass you," Christy said, wiping her hands on the gay print apron she had donned while doing the dishes. "I thought that after last night and out discussion at breakfast that you were more worldly."
"O-Oh, it-it's not that," Vicki answered shamefully, "It, it's…" she stammered. Then, her head drooping to her chest, she began to sob softly.
In two quick strides Christy reached the younger woman, grasp her in encircling arms and began comforting her in a soothing tone. "Now, now," she crooned, "you mustn't cry. What's the matter?"
"Oh, Christy… I'm… so mixed up. So much has happened… I just don't know what's come over me…" she sobbed.
"What is it, honey? It can't be what happened last night. You were so decided about that just a few minutes ago. What, is it, honey? You can tell Christy."
"Oh, I can't… I just can't!"
"Sure you can. Come on now. Here, dry your tears and tell me all about it. It will make you feel better to get it off your chest."
"Oh, I'm so ashamed," Vicki said, but she raised tear-streaked eyes to look into those of her comforting friend. "It was so… so dirty…" she said, then buried her head into the shoulder of the older woman.
"Now, now, it can't be that bad. Come on over to the table and sit down. Here," she said, producing a Kleenex from her apron, "dry your eyes and tell me all about it. Let me decide if it's as dirty as you seem to think it is."
"Oh, Christy," Vicki began once she had seated herself and successfully dried her eyes, "I was so lonely, and I got to thinking about Kirk, and before I knew it I was… was… playing with myself…" Suddenly she choked on her own words and fresh tears began welling in her eyes.
"You mean you're this upset because you masturbated?" Christy asked incredulously.
"NO… no," Vicki sobbed, "it wasn't just that… it was… Fello!"
"Fello? Your landlady's dog?" Both women were silent for a moment, then Christy gasped in understanding. "You… you let Fello… Oh, Jesus. Really? God, you've got to tell me about it," the older woman said breathlessly. "Jesus! Vicki, honey, you are something else! If you only knew how many times I've watched those movies and wished I was the woman in the film. Jesus! You took on a dog and… Jesus, honey. You're one up on Christy."
"NO! No, it wasn't like that," Vicki interjected quickly. "I only let him… lick me, and then he raped me!"
"Oh, shit! Honey, my panties are already wet just thinking about that dog!"
Both women were silent then for a long minute, each occupied with her own, though different, thoughts. Finally, Christy said: "Vicki, honey, let's go feed that dog. I want to see this animal for myself!"
Vicki looked at her friend questioningly, then nodded her head sheepishly but affirmatively.
By the time the two women returned to the Kaye home, Vicki's attitude about her actions with Fello the previous afternoon were markedly changed. The moment Christy Kaye saw Fello, she began to berate the young brunette for being a fool. Now, as the two women sat side-by-side on the Kaye's den sofa with the huge Doberman pinscher amiably curled at their feet, Vicki's pride rose in defense to the older woman's taunts. A verbal battle that had begun at the Young's bungalow and continued in the car was still raging strong. The upshot of this difference of opinion had led Vicki into agreeing to watch one of the Kaye's "doggy" movies. As both Kirk and Dr. Kaye were still engrossed in the Rose Bowl game, Vicki and Christy and Fello were the lone occupants of the darkened den.
For several minutes now, Vicki had been sitting quietly while Christy set up the projector. As Christy finished threading the film, she turned to Vicki and said: "Now, well see which one of us is right. Ten-to-one says you can't watch this film without your panties getting wet," she concluded challengingly.
Vicki said nothing, but the challenge was registered in her eyes as she smoothed the skirt which she had changed into at home. Damn! she thought, I don't care how well known and important Mrs. High-and-Mighty Kaye is, she won't get the best of me. As if for reassurance she reached down and petted the sleek head of the dog lying at her feet.
On the flickering screen, a sweet-faced, innocent looking young girl in her middle teens was lying naked on a huge circular bed with a bright scarlet spread, her long legs spread wide to reveal the pinkly glistening folds of her dark hair-fringed cunt to the eye of the camera. Her breasts were small and taut, with tiny ruby nipples and almost no areolae, which further added to the aura of innocence and purity that even her lewdly exposed position could not deny. Her pubic mound was covered with thin, softly curling brown hair that matched her short petite French haircut. She was simply lying on the bed in that splayed position, her eyes tightly shut and her head to one side as if she was peacefully sleeping. There was a soft, beautiful smile on her unpainted, but nonetheless, soft-looking red lips.
Suddenly, the camera left the young girl on the bed and panned to the bedroom door, which was slowly opening. Then it was pushed wide, and framed in the doorway was an auburn-haired woman some ten years older then the teenager on the bed. She, too, was naked, with large, proudly upthrust breasts and a bushy triangle of auburn-colored pubic hair that seemed to cover the entire area up between her thighs. Her lips were spread in a wide lascivious grin as she looked over at the sleeping brunette on the bed, and one of her hands began to move slowly up and down her side while the other passed lightly, tantalizingly, over the side of her full, high-set breasts.
After a moment, she turned and looked back at something in the hallway outside the bedroom. Momentarily, she made a motion with the hand which had been stroking her hip, and suddenly a huge, furry form bounded into view, coming past her to sit on the floor at her feet, just inside the bedroom. It was a dog, an impossibly huge German shepherd, and its long, wet red tongue lolled out of the side of its fanged jaws like a red tie hanging out of a suitcase that has been hastily packed. It stared up at the auburn-haired woman almost anticipatorily, its thick bushy tail wagging to and fro with excitement.
Vicki gasped audibly but involuntarily at the sight of the gigantic beast on the screen before her eyes. Why, oh why, did I let myself get involved this way, she thought wildly. Damn Christy Kaye! Damn her! But deep down Vicki knew she must stand up to the bold older woman. She knew that if she weakened in the blonde's presence, the good that the Kayes could do for Kirk's career would be lost forever. And, too, there was the thought of losing Kirk. Now that he had experienced sexual gratification with another woman, she must be forever on her guard despite any and all protestations to the contrary. Yes, she would show Christy Kaye, she had to. There was no turning back from her promise of not letting the woman best her – no matter what.
"Watch carefully what happens, Vicki," Christy enthused, turning to intently study her guest who's attention remained on the screen. Boldly, then, she snuggled closer to the younger woman, brushing as if by accident one of her round, pliant breasts against Vicki's arm and then letting her hand come to rest against the outer swell of the other's curvaceous thigh. Not too fast, she cautioned herself. Play it slow and I'll have her eating out of my hand in no time. She chuckled softly to herself, then raised her eyes once again to the screen.
And on the screen, the auburn-haired woman and the huge dog were walking across the bedroom to the teenager on the bed. As they approached, the girl's eyes flashed open to stare first at the woman, then at the dog, in what was obviously mounting horror. She tried to slide away across the circular bed, her lips parted in fear, but the woman caught her arm and held her, pulling her down into a prone, spread-eagled position again. The auburn-haired woman began to speak to the child then, gesticulating and motioning with her hands, and after a moment the teenager nodded convulsively. The woman lay down on the bed, splaying her slender legs wide and smiling salaciously as her yawning hair-lined cuntal mouth, with its glistening wet, petal-like lips was exposed to the camera.
The girl licked her innocent and tender lips, still with the fear on her face, and then gave a quick shudder as if a chill had passed through her. Then she moved downward on the bed, moving on all fours in between the auburn woman's widely spread legs. The camera moved to one side, very close, as the girl leaned forward to dart her head between the opened legs and bury it against the woman's flaming cuntal slit. The redhead arched her hips, drawing her knees up almost to her breasts, flowering wider the huge lust-inflamed cavern as the girl's tongue snaked out to flick inside the burning circle, lick up along the moistened furrow to locate the quivering, blood-red vaginal slit. The child took the miniature phallus between her teeth and began to nibble it, her actions somewhat looser now, her obscene mouthings of the woman's pussy becoming a little more frenzied, her ringers digging harder into the milk-white thighs of the woman she was suckling.
The auburn-haired woman flailed her head from side to side in ecstatic enrapturement, totally committed with mind and body to the lascivious nibblings down between her legs. She wrapped her hands in the child's hair and urged her on, her legs jerking spasmodically into the air above her. Neither she, nor the teenage girl nestled between her legs, seemed to notice when the giant German shepherd leaped up onto the bed and began to edge forward to tentatively sniff the obscenely waving, yet still completely virginal buttocks of the young girl…
Vicki was breathing raggedly now, intensely aroused by the lewd performance she was witnessing, by the eagerly awaited entrance of the dog for its role in the silent sexual game being enacted on the dancing movie screen before her eyes. She sat immobile, moistening her lips again and again, her mind a blank, and when Christy's hand moved up all the way along her thigh to dip up against the moist, silk-encased slit between her legs, she closed her thighs against it to imprison it there. She knew there was no holding back, now. Desire had risen in her in great swirls of reason-drenching heat. Vicki knew that feeling, knew there was no denying it. It had happened to her four times in the past twenty-four hours; once at the touch of her own fingers, then with Fello, again with her employer, and finally with her own husband. And now, now with a woman! She should be abhorred at the very thought – but she wasn't. There was no stopping it. Delicious waves of passion flowed through her like warm honey, and she squirmed down against the cushions of the couch, squeezing her suddenly insatiable pussy tight against Christy's hand. Her other hand moved up to caress one of Vicki's firm, taut breasts, kneading the spongy mound, bringing the nipple into turgid erection beneath her garments.
Christy began whispering softly in the young wife's ear, then, lewd words that caused Vicki to squirm harder and harder on the couch. Then Christy was insinuating her finger under the tight elastic leg band of Vicki's panties, into the waiting wet folds of her vagina, teasing along the sensitive inner walls. Instinctively, Vicki reached out a hand to return the manipulation, eyes fastened to the lewd picture on the screen, thinking only of the passion which was coursing through her body at that moment, realizing with a dim part of her mind that at last she was free from all inhibitions, free from guilt and shame, totally abandoned to the delicious rewards of carnal indulgence. And it was the most secure knowledge she had ever had as she sat in this silent lust-filled room next to her friend, watching perverted acts being performed and only moments away from performing others herself.
On the screen, the young girl was still wildly licking and sucking the auburn-haired woman's vagina, her tongue lapping insanely at the passion-drenched furrow in which her head was flailing up and down. The woman's legs were now clasped tightly around the girl's neck, locked together at the calves, and her buttocks were raised up toward the ceiling as if they were some salacious offering to a pagan God above. But now the furry German shepherd was taking an active role, and the camera zoomed in very close as the animal's tongue flicked out once, twice, to lick the quivering moons of the young teenager's milk-white buttocks. Then the dog rooted its cold nose into the crevice between the girl's invitingly rounded ass-cheeks, and the sudden contact caused the girl to momentarily discontinue her mad lickings. But the red-haired woman's hands wrapped in the girl's hair forced the teenager downward to her task once again, and she resumed her lewd sucking of the moist blood-inflamed loins between the auburn-haired woman's jackknifed thighs.
Again, the dog's tongue furled out, this time to lick the soft-petaled edges of the child's tender and innocent young pussy, licking upward the full expanse of her cuntal split from her clitoris to her anus, then back again, and then up again. The girl was trembling almost mindlessly now at the incredible contact of the animal's hot wet tongue on her naked genitals, and her head raced like a wild thing in the "vee" of the older woman's thighs while she tossed and flailed her buttocks and ground her pelvis into the child's secretion-drenched face…
The salacious sight of the movie's principle characters had sent Vicki to a fever pitch of excitement. Oh, God, she wanted release! She wanted to be fucked more at that moment than she had ever wanted it! She wanted Fello's hard animal-cock sawing into her again, and most of all, she wanted to cum with him cumming inside her, cum while Christy Kaye watched!
She emitted a soft strangled gasp and turned to Christy, breathing hot fire into her ear. "Christy," she rasped. "Christy, I'm going to show you something that will put your movie to shame! Christy, do you hear me! I'm going to put Fello's big hard cock inside my pussy!"
"Jesus, you really are hot!" the silver blonde breathed back at her. "Jesus, so am I. Will you lick me, honey? Lick me while Fello grinds his big animal cock into your sweet little pussy."
"Beg me," Vicki found herself hissing. "Beg me!"
"Oh, yes, please. P-L-E-A-S-E!" the impassioned blonde pleaded.
Then, in perfectly attuned agreement, both Christy and Vicki began to shed their clothes in the flickering light from the screen – Christy pulling off her scarlet lounging pajamas, Vicki her skirt, blouse, brassiere and panties. Both women then kneeled beside Fello, each with a hand stroking the now eagerly sniffing dog, each with the other hand exploring her friend's subtle curves. Hands gently kneaded and squeezed, fingers fondled naked breasts and bellies and buttocks, and simultaneously Fello found one soft white hand encircling his unsheathed rod of flesh while another lovingly cupped his massive hairy balls.
And on the continuing film before the eyes of the passion-stimulated trio, the huge German shepherd had mounted the teenage girl from behind while she continued to wildly mouth the auburn-haired woman's cuntal passage and moist red slit. The animal's long scarlet cock stood out from its furry loins like some obscene sentinel, and its hind paws danced crazily on the circular bed in lewd time to its forepaws caressing the child's sides and flanks.
Her buttocks rotating dervishly in anticipation of what was about to happen, licking and sucking the widespread cunt of the older woman, the girl reached behind her and grasped the dog's slick member firmly between her fingers. Then she guided it toward her own nakedly exposed loins, spreading her knees out wide on the bed to open her own pussy. She placed the hot slippery animal cock at the entrance to her innocent passage, so defenseless and virginal before the eye of the camera, aiming the great member and then inserting its blood-swollen tip inside her churning cuntal opening.
The shepherd didn't hesitate a fraction of a second. Once the beast felt its cock touch the soft warm folds of the young girl's tender cunt, it slammed forward to savagely drive its immense cudgel deep, deep up into her moist pink vagina. The dog's huge, sperm-bloated balls bounced against her passion-drenched pubic hair as the animal bucked and thrust into the young brunette's pussy with machine-gun like rapidity. It's tongue hung out of the side of his opened, puffing jaws, its forepaws circling her midsection now. The girl's small, tight young breasts seemed to be alive with swirling motion as they danced against the bed beneath, and her face seemed to be flashing with incredible sucking and licking movements in the hot, desire-flushed slit in which it was buried.
Christy and Vicki, driven to new heights of mindless lust by the lewd, debauched activities they were witnessing on the screen and by the hard, throbbing animal cock and scrotum twitching in their hands, collapsed in a heap of swirling, churning lust upon the den rug. Fello was upon them in a flash, licking and nuzzling between their wantonly-splayed loins as the film played out its conclusion to viewerless eyes.
The shepherd jerked and bucked into the teenager's defenseless cunt with its long hot lubricated animal-cock, heaving faster and faster as it approached its climax. The girl's torso was whipping crazily from side to side, and the auburn-haired woman's head rolled like a broken puppet's on the bed as the child's obscene sucking of her cunt increased to an unbelievable tempo. The girl rammed her buttocks back against the pile-driving animal with renewed frenzy, faster and faster and harder and harder.
And suddenly, her orgasm took hold of her.
The camera panned in close to fully capture the abandoned ecstasy which was contorting almost grotesquely her lovely, fragile young face as the child licked the other woman's glistening cunt with long precise strokes like a cat lapping cream. The woman jerked upward with a convulsive thrust suddenly, and she too was cumming, flailing her head madly, scissoring her legs up tight around the climaxing girl's neck in a strangling human necklace.
The dog was the last to cum. A furry blur until its climax hit, it pounded its long red cock deep into the teenager's spasming pussy. Hot, spewing animal sperm shot out of the slippery scarlet penis to fill the girl's belly, fill it to overflowing so that some of the milk-white liquid flowed back out of her tender young vagina and down onto the bed to mingle with the lust-fired secretions still pouring from the redhead's wide-splayed cunt, to be sniffed and licked at by the great beast after it had withdrawn its deflating cock from the child's pussy and the girl had fallen forward over the woman whose cunt she had just sucked.
The film ended as the dog's cold snout raised up to nuzzle appreciatively the glistening wet ass-cheeks of the young girl as she lay in the enveloping fold of the older woman's tenderly caressing arms…