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Chapter 12

It was only a little strange, Regina thought, for the four of them to be sitting at the bar naked, eating and drinking with almost the same composure they would have maintained if they had been fully clothed.

She looked at Stella's bare tits, and the half-hard pricks of both men, and served the snacks without a bobble. She'd decided on light snacks for replenishment, rich stuff that wasn't heavy, depending mostly upon the liquor to keep the party rolling-the gin, and the urgent lust they were all displaying, plus the interest they all obviously had in each other.

Regina thought of the boys, and hoped they were making out all right.

If they hadn't already jacked off, they would before long, because what she had in mind next would run any watcher up the wall. She wanted both men to work on her, or on Stella-and if their strength held out, for the four of them to somehow tie it all in together.

Changing tapes on the stereo, she mixed another pitcher of drinks and moved the snack trays out of the way. One by one, she kissed them all, Chuck, Bill and lastly, Stella. Lingering upon Stella's lips, she murmured, "I'll take them both on, if that's all right with you."

"Go ahead," Stella said. "I'll get mine later-and I'm not forgetting your promise for you and me."

Regina kissed her again, and this time dared to cup Stella's tits, feeling the warm satin of them, feeling the nipples rise at her touch.

"I remember, darling."

Turning to the men, she said, "All right, gentlemen-which of you gets which end of me? I want both of you in me."

They glanced quickly at each other, her husband and her lover. Bill's face turned pink, and Chuck wore a sheepish grin when he said, "Husband first, I guess."

Bill said quietly, "I'd like to fuck her, and maybe change over after.

She's carrying your fresh come in her pussy, Chuck, so I'd like to feel it on my prick."

"Okay," Chuck answered. "Then Regina can blow me at the same time."

Glancing at his wife he said, "You'll be okay, Stella?"

"Sure," Stella said. "I'll just watch, and join in when I can. It's all very exciting, dear."

Rolling her hips, Regina walked from the bar and to the center of the room. She took a pillow from the couch and placed it on the floor, then stretched out to put her head on it. Holding up her arms and spreading her legs, she said to her husband: "Come on, Bill-put that cock in me; climb on top of me and get between my thighs and shove your prick into my cunt. Chuck just fucked me a little while ago, and he left some jelly stuff inside my pussy."

Bill was trembling when he knelt between her legs, and his cock was now standing stiffly out, the head of it swollen and reddish lavender, beginning to leak just a bit. His hand touched her dewy cunt, felt gently over the curly pubic hairs and caressed the damp labia. She smiled hotly up at him and rolled her ass, ground her pelvis to show him how eager she was, and how ready to accept his cock.

He prodded her mound with the head of his prick, rubbed the knob up and down her soft lips a few times before guiding it into the opening and giving a long, hard push. Bill's shaft slid into her vagina, and her pussy lips clung lovingly around it, her cunt walls closed adoringly upon it, and she gave a little sigh of affection as he pushed the head of his prick all the way home.

"That's nice, darling," she said. "I'm very sensitive in there, so soon after being screwed by another man. Do you feel Chuck's come in me, darling? Am I hotter and juicier?"

Bill groaned in answer, and pushed his palms under the cheeks of her ass so he could lift her pelvis to him for another long and penetrating stroke. She looked beyond him to where Chuck Baker stood, his pole in hand and his hairy thighs spread apart to show the sac of his balls.

He moved slowly around them, until he stood above her head. She stared up at the jutting shaft above her, at the furry sac and the powerful legs. A new thrill shot through her when her husband continued to thrust feverishly into her clinging pussy.

Chuck lowered himself carefully, spreading his knees as he squatted.

His prick came down, down, and she looked up wide-eyed at the writhing network of veins beneath the rounded trunk, at the glistening head that had only a few minutes before been buried in her cunt.

Tilting her chin up and her head back, Regina reached for the male shaft, took it in her fingers and drew the knob of it down until she could kiss it.

She murmured, "Oh, how lovely it is. Look, Bill-I'm kissing Chuck's prick, touching the end of my tongue into the slot, licking at the juice there. Oh, it tastes so good, so sexy! Watch me, my husband, while I take the head of this beautiful cock into my mouth and suck on it."

She felt her husband's prick cram itself to the balls as she opened her lips to the cock above her face. Chuck lowered himself, bent at the belly so that she could take his cock into her mouth. She did it gladly, hungrily, lapping furiously at the spongy head and around its rim, then sucking half the length of the cock itself down her throat.

Her teeth were gently teasing around the stem, and her cheeks sucked in from the pull she exerted upon it.

Chuck fed the meat into her mouth, into her throat, and it was a different sensation from the other time she had sucked him off, because now his prick was upside down.

She came immediately after her husband, hunching wildly to bruise her clitoris against the stem of his prick, swinging her ass madly in the ecstatic throes of her orgasm. And of course, Regina sucked crazily on Chuck's rod, pulled and licked and nibbled, and just as her own climax was fading, he loosed another boiling stream of come into her body.

The musky taste of it, the male flavor of the seminal river, turned her on all over again, and she gobbled noisily on the prick as it continued to ejaculate in slowly ebbing spurts of passion.

One cock in her mouth, another in her cunt; one blast of come in her pussy, another sliding greasily down her throat-it was mind breaking, a tempestuous roaring of color and sight and sound, a flaring of all things hot and all things tickly.

Bill pulled his prong out of her, backed it from the clench of her jealous cunt, and her legs moved weakly as he did so. Then Chuck took his prick from her lips, and a leftover dribble of semen ran down her chin. She had barely gotten her eyes open again when the men had reversed positions. Bill was now at her head, and Chuck at her belly.

Quickly, as eagerly as if neither of them had fucked in a month, they stuck the pricks to her. Laxly, her mouth took in her husband's cock, and she realized it was strongly flavored with her own pussy oils.

Without resistance, her labia parted wet and greasy to let in Chuck's rod.

Prick in her pussy, cock in her mouth-all over again; the same, but different. Her cunt responded to the new feel of Chuck's shaft by flexing hotly around it, and her clit thrummed with additional life.

She licked the head of her husband's cock, licked the oozing semen and the taste of her personal inner lubrication.

Someone was fondling her tits, and a finger was working tenderly into the convulsive ring of her asshole. The prick moved with sensuous rhythm within her vagina, and the prick slid with insistence within her mouth.

They held her ass and they held her head. They fucked and she siphoned, and Regina didn't think she would be able to rise so quickly to yet another climax, but she did. She came suddenly and violently, her pussy sloshing with the hot lotions of the come, that had already been deposited there. She felt liquid, felt turned into milk or honey or cream.

Tiring, she slacked off on working over her husband's prick, but Bill didn't slow up. Thrusting the head of his cock far back into her lax throat, he screwed her mouth with the same dedication that he had applied to her pussy. And when he came, the rush of searing juice almost choked her, but she swallowed it all down.

And when Chuck exploded his next release of semen into her overworked pussy, Regina only moaned with happiness and felt the overflow drip from her cunt to puddle stickily in the crack of her ass.

She went weak and floating, and in a stage of semi-sleep, knew dimly that the men were removing their shafts from her listless body. One of them helped her to a sitting position, and the other held a glass of cold martini to her lips. Gratefully, she drained the glass, swallowing this chaser of gin behind the double shots of semen she had downed.

A little stronger, she was lifted and balanced upon her feet, then led to the bar where they helped her to climb upon a stool. Stella Baker refilled her glass and said, "That does it for the night, with these guys. They'll never manage to get it up again; not after coming three times each."

"I-I'm sorry, Stella," Regina breathed hoarsely. "I didn't mean to cut you out of more fun. It just happened."

Stella caressed her cheek. "That's all right, darling. You and I don't have to raise hard-ons; that's a nice thing about being a woman. We can swing just about any time we want."

"And we will," Regina promised. "I'm kind of dragged out just now, but give me another drink and a breather, and I want to make it with you, Stella. I really do."

"I know," Stella said. She poured drinks for the two men who were now sitting limply upon stools, too. "You guys had your ball, and before long, I'm going to have mine-with Regina. What do you think about that?"

Bill nodded. "I think it's fine."

Chuck said, "You and Regina-like lesbians?"

"Like lovers," she corrected him. "Like fucking."

"Sure," Chuck said. "It just didn't register with me at first; kind of a shock. I never knew you felt that way about women."

"I didn't either," Stella said, lifting her glass and peering into its depths. "And I may not feel that way-except for Regina. Besides, it will open up all sorts of new things for us, different possibilities."

"Yeah," Bill Abbott breathed, almost with reverence.

Regina finished her drink and started on another one. Her lips were slightly numb and her head was buzzing, but she was beginning to feel good again. She looked over at the strip of darkness between the curtains at the far window and wondered how the boys had taken that last wild scene.

How did Dale feel, seeing his mother suck one man's cock while his father fucked her? And when the men had changed over, so that she ate his dad's prick and Chuck screwed her-had that driven Dale out of his skull? She wondered what he thought of the motherly image now, if he considered her to be a complete bitch.

That's how she wanted it, wanted her son to see her as she was, a hot, passionate woman who had finally kicked off all her hang-ups and wanted to fuck.

Dale could take it from there, if he had the guts to approach his own mother with his prick in hand. If not, she would do the approaching.