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Chapter 7

She didn't quite have the nerve to just walk in on them; the shock might have been too great for all concerned. Regina had wanted to do it, very much. She had balanced for a ragged moment upon the precipice, needing to just leap naked into a tangle with Stella and Bill, and to drag in Chuck, also.

But of course, that wouldn't have worked at all. Not yet. There could have been complications-guilt and shock and embarrassment. Backing away, she had saved them all that, spared them the agonies of indecision.

"Come on," she hissed to Chuck, and still holding him by the prick, led him tiptoeing past the collapsed pair on the living room floor. Since she knew their house almost as well as her own, Regina steered Chuck into the nearest bedroom, one right off the hall where they could peep out at their spouses and not be seen themselves.

"Lie down here with me," she said softly. "I'll put one leg over you and we can lie here side by side, screwing while they recover their strength. Since they didn't hear us come in, and since your wife knows I'm fucking you, she won't be worried about the length of time we're gone. Of course, we'll have to break up this good screwing before all the kids come home, but there's hours until then."

With the head of his prick at the wet entrance to her pussy, Chuck Baker said, "Stella knows I've been laying you?"

"Sure-that's how she and I set you two guys up tonight."

"That's sneaky," he said, and gave a sudden thrust that forced his cock inside her damply willing cunt.

With an answering wiggle of her crotch, Regina said, "So is that. Let's just lie here and fuck quietly, until they get it on again out there.

They will, before too long; they're just getting to know each other-like we did, in the beginning, remember?"

Chuck worked his shaft inside the clinging hotness of her welllubricated pussy. "That was only a couple of days ago, baby. Hey-they're beginning to stir around; Stella's climbing off him now, and man-look at his cock, all slick and gleaming-still some come drops on the head of it, too."

Regina watched every move of the other couple, wishing that they could be side by side, even touching. A shudder rippled through her then, as she imagined the wildest thing ever-all four of them fucking happily away, and changing partners back and forth.

Her cunt gripped Chuck's prick and massaged it; rolling her hips, she pulled his thrusts deeper into herself, grinding her pelvis into his while he fondled her ass, while he nuzzled her throat.

He said, "She's kissing him, lying on top of him and playing with his cock. Stella does that sometimes, usually when she hasn't been entirely satisfied and means to go down on me-on him, now. Man, man; that's it!

She's going to eat your husband's prick."

"How nice," Regina said, squirming on his prick. "This will be another first for Bill-he's never been eaten by another woman. In fact, he's only been eaten once, by me; but he's learned to like it."

Chuck stroked into her, his cock hard and long, bigger around than her husband's tool, bigger and longer than his son's penis. Guiltily, she remembered Carey and the boy's sex hunger for her. And maybe for someone else, she recalled, but put that out of her mind for the moment. There were too many things going on right now for her to be dwelling on future possibilities. One way or the other, young Carey Baker would get all the fucking he could handle.

Chuck said, "He'll have to eat her cunt, too. My wife really digs doing sixty-nine. Has he ever gone down on you, Regina?"

"Yes," she said, "just once, and I had to practically force him into doing it for me then. But once he got going, Bill stopped being uptight about eating pussy and did a great job."

She fell quiet then, watching the tableau before them, seeing the attractive darkness of the other woman, the small and sexy body that was so determined to swing with her husband all night. Stella was busily kissing down Bill's belly, and he was arching his back, trembling visibly at her caresses. It wasn't until she had reached his pelvic area that she crawled around with the lower portion of her trimly rounded body and poised astraddle his head.

"There she goes," Chuck breathed. "I knew she couldn't just go down on him without getting in on the goodies herself."

There was an entirely different feel to it, Regina thought, lying there and being fucked by one man, while watching another woman kiss the shaft of her husband's cock. It was far more stimulating to see sex and to feel it at the same time, and when the watched sex was someone she loved, the sensations were heightened considerably.

She saw Stella's black-haired crotch, dripping from its fucking, lower to cover Bill's face, and a sharp stab of rapture flashed through her.

Her eyes were half-glazed, and she used them to see Stella's hungry mouth cover the head of Bill's cock. Stella's ivory cheeks dipped in as she sucked on the knob, and Bill's ass rolled against the carpet in a new ecstasy.

"They're sucking each other off," she murmured. "They fucked, and now they're eating each other." She gave a twist of her pelvis that made Chuck's slowly thrusting cock rub more violently against her sensitive clitoris.

"Beautiful," Chuck said, ramming his prick home a little harder, a little faster. "Never thought I'd get a kick out of seeing my wife's lips wrapped around another man's prick, but I do-I sure as hell do.

Look at her sucking him-look how he's eating up into her hot pussy!"

"Uh!" Regina grunted. "Oh-uh!" It was so good, so thrilling, knowing the slide of his prick in her pussy, watching his wife and her husband do a sixty-nine.

She fought to hold her eyes open, when they wanted so much to close in rapture, and she ground her pussy savagely onto Chuck's lunging cock while she pressed her tits hard into his chest, rubbing the nipples back and forth to further stimulate him, and herself.

It was wild and it was intense, and the orgasm burst madly within her vagina before she knew it was coming. Regina shuddered and heaved, snapping her cunt down on Chuck's pounding shaft as she came. It was terrific, a pinwheeling of hot flashes and a strobelight scattering of feelings both violent and tender. Her ass trembled, and she felt the gentle intrusion of Chuck's little finger, without remembering when he first started prodding softly at her asshole.

That tickled, too, and Regina bucked crazily in the throes of her climax, slammed her crotch against the pole that was fucking, fucking into her blazing cunt.

Chuck said aloud: "Oh! Oh baby-coming, coming-COMING!"

The come blew from the end of his imbedded cock, hissed hotly into the gulping of her hole, spewing its thick and creamy boiling liquid throughout her vagina. His balls jerked against the crack of her ass, and his fingertip slipped into the tight little ring itself.

Gasping, Regina dug her nails into his back and rotated her pelvis furiously against his hairy crotch. Then she sighed in completion, rocked gently with the subsiding waves of warm love that flooded her being. Her eyelids fluttered, and with an effort, she focused upon the two naked people in the other room.

She saw something different. She watched in amazement as Stella lifted her siphoning mouth from Bill's upright prick, just at the moment of ejaculation. Stella had fingers wrapped around the thick base of the cock, and was fondling it, but her mouth backed off at the very second he began to come. But she didn't lose a drop, Regina saw; she caught all the spurting white stuff as she would drink from a squirting fountain, letting it spit up into her open lips.

Her fingers played up and down his shaft, stimulating him to greater discharge, and Bill responded by gushing more hot juice into her mouth.

After the second pulsing of come, Stella lowered her mouth again, and Bill's cock all but vanished from sight.

Why, thought Regina, the other woman must have the head of that prick all the way in her throat. Stella's cheeks dipped hollowly again, and she was sucking, pulling, drawing, every single droplet of semen from the stiffly throbbing prickhead. She was good at sucking off a man, Regina saw; Stella was truly an expert, and one who obviously loved her work.

And her husband Bill-he was wiggling with happiness as she blew him, and as he worked her pussy like an orange, sucking and lapping avidly.

Stella groaned around his cock, and her trimly modeled ass heaved up and down. She was coming then, reaching a fantastic orgasm, her clit shivering and pulsating while Bill nipped it, rolled it between his teeth. Regina saw and felt it as if her husband were doing it to her, instead of to Stella Baker.

But she didn't begrudge Stella the ecstasy; she really didn't. She was thrilled that her husband could enjoy giving such pleasure to the lovely woman who had so marvelously reciprocated by sucking his prick.

They moved apart as she watched, Stella lifting, crawling aside on her hands and knees, Bill lying there relaxed and supine, his well-worked cock still stiffly erect, but drained of all semen for a while. His balls had turned out two huge loads of come in a short time; they must be working overtime now, catching up, replenishing the supply.

Stella crawled farther, came nearer, and Regina felt Chuck stiffen against her, felt his prick suddenly whip out of her snatch, and before she could do more than take a deep breath, her lover was gone, scared away by the approach of his wife. Regina came to a kneeling position, her tits jutting proudly out, Chuck's semen frothy upon her pubic hairs.

Stella stayed on all fours, her own fine tits hanging down. Through a curly tangle of black hair, her dark brown eyes peered at Regina.

"Thought I heard somebody in here. Chuck was with you?"

"Was," Regina answered. "He got frightened away."

"Tell him not to be scared," Stella breathed, coming up to her knees, staring sultry-eyed at Regina. "You're a beautiful woman; no wonder Chuck's attracted to you."

"You're lovely, too," Regina said. "Bill and Chuck both are very lucky guys."

Stella's smile was bright. "Regina-"

"In time," Regina said. "What we have to do now, is to get everybody together, and make this affair a real, swinging one. Don't you want it that way-all honest and above board, with the four of us screwing together, making love together?"

Stella nodded. "Of course, I do. I could go for that right now, but the men-" she turned her head. "Look! Bill has scooted off, too."

Regina held out a hand and the other woman took it. Together, they stood up, staring deeply into each other's eyes, possibly seeing into each other's souls. Regina said then, "It's a little late tonight, and the guys are probably pooped out. But tomorrow, if we can get rid of the kids-"

"Sure, Stella said, and stepped close, standing tiptoe so that her nipples could reach Regina's tits. A spark shot through Regina at the merest brushing of nipple to nipple, and she said huskily: I'd better go find Bill. You can talk to your husband."

"I will," Stella promised, and held up her lips to be kissed. Regina could not resist, even though she knew those same lips had just a moment ago sucked all the come from her own husband's prick. Stella's mouth was soft and knowing, filled with treasures and promises, and Regina realized only the hot whiplash of the other woman's delicate tongue before breaking away with a gasp.

"Oh, wow! I-I'd better go right now, before I get mixed into something I don't even understand-and before the kids come home."

Petulantly, Stella said, "Oh, screw the kids! But I guess you're right, darling. Tomorrow will be better all the way around. Goodnight for now."

"For now," Regina agreed, and thought how close Stella's remark about screwing the kids had come to reality. She hurried from the house, wondering what Stella's feelings would be when the other woman learned that Regina was already being fucked by her son, by young Carey Baker.

Would there be anger, the outraged mother blazing forth? Would there be shock and disgust-or even jealousy?

None of that would be very good for their new and swiftly blooming relationship, but if Stella understood, if she even approved of her son being taught sexually by Regina, then all would be smooth, for everybody.

She went into her own house and flicked on the kitchen light, sparing a grin for the table where she had been fucked by Chuck Baker. Bill wasn't in the living room, so she climbed the stairs and found him in their own bedroom.

"Hi, darling."

He rolled over on the bed, covered by a sheet. "Did you actually watch me making it with Stella?"

"Sure, and you were both great. Especially during the sixty-nine act; you really learned oral sex in a hurry."

Bill said, "Damn it! You set it up with Stella in the first place; she told me so. She also told me that you've been screwing Chuck. Is that right?"

She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off her wrinkled dress, working it up over her head. "Yes, that's right. I enjoy fucking him as much as you dig fucking his wife. Does that make us both some kind of monster? Or rather, does it make all four of us perverts or something?"

He looked away from her. "I-it's kind of different, for a man."

"Like hell," she said. "You should have seen how turned on Chuck got, seeing you put the meat to Stella. When you ate each other, he was fucking me in the next room, and we both watched you two make it, until we came ourselves."

He bit his lips. "That's a weird way to talk to your husband, describing how you and another man screwed."

She reached over and placed her palm flat on his lower belly. "Don't act like such a prude, when you're really not. I can see that you've got about half a hard-on under that sheet. Surprising, isn't it-how you can get your prick up after coming twice, just a little while ago?"

"Regina-"

Leaning over, she kissed him softly on the mouth, and thought for a fleeting second that she could taste the vaginal flavors of Stella's pussy. Maybe it was only her imagination, but the idea excited her tremendously.

She said, "You like it, darling, so admit it. You get a kick out of thinking about me taking another man's cock in my cunt. I can feel your cock rising in my hand right now. Here-I'll pull back the sheet and lie down beside you, and I'll tell you all about it, tell you exactly how I felt tonight when I was fucking Chuck Baker. Or would you rather hear all the details about the very first time we screwed?"

He buried his hot face between her tits, and his hands sought the warm comfort of her hips. Bill's voice was muffled when he replied: "The first time. It was the first time you ever fucked anybody else, wasn't it?"

She stroked his hair and pushed her belly closer to his. "Yes, dear.

Just a couple of days ago. I never screwed anybody but you, before then."

She could barely hear him when he said, "Tell me all of it, how his prick felt, everything."