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Chapter 7

John put the supper tray down on top of the bedside cabinet. Well, one thing he admitted, he couldn't complain about the cooking. He got up and walked toward the bathroom, pushing the leash along the restraining chain as he went. The water was luke-warm for a moment and then ran icy cold. John drank a whole glassful and refilled it before carrying it back into the bedroom.

"How was supper?" Anne asked as she stepped inside.

"Fine. Just fine," John said.

"Silke does make a delicious goulash, doesn't she?"

"Look, when are you going to let me go?"

"But aren't you enjoying yourself?"

"Of course," he let slip. "What I mean is… is that… well, this situation's too bizarre for words."

"Aha," Anne pounced. "So, our English professor finally confesses he's at a loss for words. There really is hope for you, John. I think you're almost ready to start relearning what it's all about." He was about to protest but Anne continued, "It's an odd situation for us… we don't do it every weekend, you know. Although I must say I'm rather enjoying it myself."

"I think I'd enjoy it more if you took this ridiculous collar off me," he told her, before adding somewhat sheepishly, "I really wouldn't mind joining in."

Anne raised her eyebrows: "Oh, I don't think you're quite ready for that yet."

"Why not try me out?"

"Maybe we'll get around to that," Anne said with mock seriousness. She picked up the tray. "Anyway, why don't you just play the game for now."

"That's just the problem, I'm not being allowed to play."

Anne grinned and gave him a wink as she backed through the door.

"Did you include a fresh change of clothes for me in those plans of yours?" he shouted after her.

Anne put the tray down and poked her head back round the door.

"I knew there was something we forgot," she smiled at him. "Never mind, I know just the thing. Be back in a moment."

John was trying to persuade Silke to set him loose when Anne returned a few minutes later. She was carrying a crimson kimono robe with a black dragon design stitched on the back.

"It was Larry's. I'm sure he won't mind you borrowing it." She tossed it over to him.

"Well," he shrugged, "and how ant I supposed to get this T-shirt over my head?"

Anne looked puzzled.

"I'll give you my word I won't run away if you'll just undo this collar for a moment." He held the brass padlock in his fingers. "You do have the key don't you?"

"Yes, but I… "

"Don't bother, Anne," Silke said firmly. "I've got some scissors here in the drawer. He can cut the undershirt off. And he doesn't need to remove the collar to get that robe on."

"Thanks a lot," John said morosely.

"Here," said Silke, as she slithered the scissors across the floor to him. "Come on, Anne, let's leave the prof to change himself."

They retreated to the lounge, closing the door behind them. Anne picked up the tray which she had deposited on the floor.

"Ssh!" Silke motioned. "That sounds like Greg arriving."

"Cripes, he's ten minutes early."

"Can't keep a good man down," Silke smiled at her. "Is the door shut tight?"

Anne checked. It was. Then Greg was rapping on the basement door. He didn't wait for Silke to answer but let himself in. "Hi, sweetheart."

"Hello, Greg."

"Oh, hi there, Anne."

He seemed to be staring at the tray she was still holding.

"I, er… brought my supper down here to eat with Silke," she blurted out. "No point in staying upstairs with my folks away."

"Lucky you," Greg replied. "I wish my parents would take off for the summer. I'd have the party to end all parties. Maybe keep it going all summer long."

He grinned at his own daydream.

"Well," said Anne, a trifle awkwardly, "I'd better be getting back upstairs. See you kids later, maybe."

Anne was halfway up the stairs when Silke turned and called out to her, "Are you seeing Bill tonight?"

Anne paused. Silke knew that she wasn't. I'd better play along, she thought.

"No. He's sitting his last exam this evening. Don't forget we've all got a date to celebrate tomorrow night."

Silke stood between Greg and the stairs. Her back was to him and she took the opportunity to wink at Anne.

"When you've taken the tray back why don't you come on down and join us?"

"Sure," Anne hesitated. "Why not?"

"We were only going to watch a rerun of M.AS.H. and maybe smoke a joint."

What was she up to, Anne wondered, this wasn't in the plan at all. But if Silke was happy to improvise, the least she could do was go along with her friend: "Hey, that sounds great. Look it, I'll get some beers from the fridge and be right back."

Greg looked distinctly disappointed at the thought of a third party being present. He just wanted to fuck Silke as soon as Anne was out of the way.

He held up his hand: "Jeez, look at this grease. I had to change a wheel on my brother's car." Greg walked toward the bedroom door. "I'd better wash up."

Silke spun round and grabbed his arm: "Greg, I absolutely forbid you to go in there. The bedroom's a mess… Anne will let you use the bathroom upstairs."

"So, I'll keep my eyes closed," Greg shrugged.

"It can't be any worse than my bedroom at home. Mom's always complaining."

He had his hand on the door knob.

"Greg," Anne said sharply, "you really should respect Silke's wishes." Then she added in a more conciliatory tone, "Come on upstairs. You can help carry down the beers."

Greg paused, turned, and followed her upstairs. Anne took a deep breath. Ten minutes later they were all sprawled out on pillows in front of the television set. Anne ran her fingernail down the icy dew on her glass of Schlitz; now she could only wait for Silke to make her next move.

"Where's that joint you promised?" Silke asked Greg. He fished in the pocket of his denim shirt: "Viola! Best Columbian."

He ran his tongue along it while giving Silke a very knowing look, then lit it up. After two deep drags he handed it on to Silke. She passed it in turn to Anne. None of them spoke.

"That's good grass," Anne finally said. "Could you get some for me?"

"Sure, I'll try," promised Greg. Anne stared at the television set. M.A.S.H. really is a funny program, she thought, much better than the original movie. Alan Alda is pretty sexy in his own way.

"Do you think Alan Alda's sexy?" she asked no one in particular.

"Well, I wouldn't kick him out of bed," answered Silke.

Greg playfully dug her in the ribs: "So what's wrong with me?"

"Anne wasn't asking about you, Greg. The answer would have been the same, anyway."

Anne stretched her legs out on the carpet in front of her. She was wearing a light cotton dress with a pastel print pattern on it. The hem rode up a little and she stared down at her legs as if they belonged to someone else. Not bad. Not bad at all.

"Here." Silke caught her attention and handed over the joint.

Anne looked at Silke through the haze of smoke. Her friend was a couple of inches shorter than she wasp but they both had beautifully proportioned legs. Silke's short summer skirt was most revealing. Anne took another deep puff and passed the roach to Greg. She returned her attention to Silke and realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. Two little buttons stretched the thin lambs-wool sweater. They were both generously endowed, Anne thought to herself. Silke shifted position and drew her knees up. Anne caught a glimpse of blonde fur… so she hadn't any panties on either. The movement wasn't wasted on Greg; as he turned to offer a last drag to Silke, his eyes stopped on her crotch. He was so engaged by the tantalizing glimpse of his girlfriend's pussy that he didn't realize for a moment that he was being watched by Anne. She could clearly see the bulging outline of his cock.

He half-rolled over to hide his intrusive erection and tried to cover himself by asking, in a slightly strained voice, "Anybody want the last drag?"

Sac shook her head and took a sip of beer.

"Nope, I'm fine."

"Anne?"

"No thanks. I'm floating looses," she smiled at him. "I'm feeling really good."

For the next few minutes none of them said anything as they watched the last segment of the show.

They were free with their laughter, which kept edging into the giggles. The program finished and a commercial for fabric softener came on. Greg groaned and pulled out the cushion from behind his head and threw it in the direction of the set: "Turn that fucking rubbish off."

Silke got up, switched of the television, and put the double album of "Saturday Night Fever" on the automatic changer of her record player.

"That was a great movie," Greg said, addressing the ceiling. "Have you seen it, Anne?"

"No, I missed it. I remember that Silke said she'd enjoyed it"

Silke walked back to where Greg was lying in ft tangle of cushions on the floor. She put one foot on either side of his chest and grinned devilishly down at him: "You want another beer, lover boy?"

Greg just lay there staring up her skirt. You teaser, thought Anne, you sure know how to drive a guy wild.

"Well, don't answer," said Silke. "I'll get you one in any case."

She stepped forward over Greg's head and crossed to the mirror. Under the pretext of brushing back a wisp of blonde hair Anne could swear that she saw Silke blow a kiss into the mirror. She went to the kitchen and brought back another beer, then flopped on the floor beside Greg.

"Shift over, you great hulk," she said, "you've got all the cushions."

Silke poked him playfully in the side. Greg arched his hips to move over but dropped back to the floor quickly when he realized that such a movement only accentuated the protrusion in his jeans.

"Hey, watch who you're poking."

"That just pays you back for earlier," Silke said with a laugh, which quickly turned into a giggle as Greg tickled her in the ribs.

"Hey, no fair. I'll have a laughing fit if you tickle me now."

Greg paid no attention but reached out with both hands and wriggled them under her armpits. Silks fell flat out on the carpet gasping for breath. In between the gales of laughter she blurted out: "Help me, Anne. Come to my rescue."

"You started it," claimed Greg, "now you'll have to suffer the consequences." He was kneeling astride her stomach and still tickling the side of her ribs.

"He's right, Silke," Anne called out. "It's not my fight… "

Greg looked down at Silke in triumph and was most surprised when a well-aimed pillow caught him on the ear.

"… but that won't stop me from joining in," Anne finished. "Let's see if you're man enough to take us both on."

Anne rushed Greg from the side and knocked him over, but the momentum carried her half sprawling across Silke's body. She scrambled forward and managed to roll on top of Greg. He pushed her off to one side and caught a cushion full in the in the face. Greg was bowled over by Silke's dive. He twisted around and pinned her back on the cushions. Silke's skirt rode up round her waist and revealed the blonde triangle of her luxuriant mound. Greg stared in wide-eyed interest, and in that moment's hesitation Anne pushed him back on the floor. Sue spun about and ended up straddling his chest and facing away from him. She had his arms securely pinned down under her ankles. To tell the truth, Greg wasn't fighting too hard; he was gasping from laughter at this uninhibited rough-and-tumble. Anne was kneeling between his legs pushing on his thighs to hold him down.

She reached forward and playfully tugged at the bulge in his jeans. "Stop it," Greg exploded. "Stop it… I love it."

"Ssh," Silke said to him. "Be quiet or I'll have to gag you."

"Promises, promises," he called out.

"O.K., get a mouthful of this." Silke felt behind her and flipped her skirt up. Slowly she lowered herself backward into Greg's face, and gently rubbed her cunt across his lips. She tilted her head back slightly with a. smile of undisguised pleasure as Greg's busy tongue probed her sensual depths.

Anne was still kneeling between his legs, watching his hard cock twitch beneath his jeans.

Silke reached down and popped open the waist button. She looked Anne in the eye: "Be my guest. I'm sure there's enough for both of us."

Anne needed no second bidding. With one firm pull she unzipped his fly. Silke was still riding on Greg's tongue, and her love juices flowed down over his chin.

"Move yourself, Greg," she ordered In an urgent whisper. He gave a little wriggle and Anne seized the opportunity to drag his briefs and Levi's down off his hips. She gasped with delight as Greg's stiff prick was sealed in its naked glory. The base was surrounded with a thick springy bush of tight golden curls. Longer wisps of hair strayed over the surface of the heavy sac beneath. She cupped his balls in her hand and lightly bounced them before she bent right forward and took them one at a time into her wide-open mouth. Greg had long since ceased struggling to get away but now his body trembled slightly with every mounting pleasure.

Anne released the suction on his balls and gradually ran the very tip of her tongue along the underside of his cock. It was a good eight inches long and so thick that Anne could barely circle it with index finger and thumb. A broad vein curled sinuously up its length to branch out and be lost in the ruff of loose skin near the top. The head of his prick was pinkish-purple and satiny smooth, it was stretched so tight. Anne ran the point of her wicked tongue right around the thick rim of Greg's knob.

She sat back on her heels, wanting to drink it all in with her eyes. No wonder Silke had such satisfying evenings with Greg; he was armed to please. Anne placed both her hands round the shaft and began a rhythmic massaging action. She could see the tic of a tiny blood vessel right beneath the rim of his engorged cock. Stroking, stroking with an insistent milking action. Her reverie was broken by Silke's moan, "More, more… I'm coming, I'm coming."

With a final convulsion, she spent her honeyed fluid over his lips, his chin. Greg murmured something quite incomprehensible but it was obvious he was enjoying himself immensely. Still Silke didn't move. "Make me come again that way," she pleaded.

"You're just being greedy," said Greg, audible for the first time. Silke moved away her ankles and released his arms. Greg tucked another pillow behind his head and reached forward to spread Silke's cheeks. He ran his tongue up and down her crack and then returned to nibble at her clit. Silke bent forward to give Greg more room for action. Anne moved back slightly and Silke took over the gentle massage of his cock. She slipped the bead of it into the moist cavern of her mouth.

Anne watched her two friends with fascination. It was the first time she and Silke had shared a fellow. It seemed so natural somehow, romping together like this. And she had to admit that watching Greg and Silke sucking each other off was a real charge. Silke was rocking slightly on her knees: this had the effect of bringing her whole cunt slit into contact with Greg's lapping tongue while she managed to swallow progressively more of his impressive erection. Anne realized she'd pushed her panty crotch to one side and was rubbing her own cunt in time with their rhythmic action.

It didn't take too long to work Silke up toward another climax. Anne's clit was standing out like a miniature erection. She rolled it between her fingers and then ran them down between the sticky inner lips of her cunt. Silke was moaning even louder than before, and Greg could no longer restrain himself. He paused for just a beat: "Suck me now; Suck me right off."

Then he wiped his tongue right across Silke's streaming pussy and poked it up into her hole. Silke shuddered with exquisite pleasure as she milked the come from his cock. Greg exploded into her mouth. She swallowed quickly but still some spunk escaped from the side of her mouth and dribbled down the shaft. At that same instant Anne was convulsed with an orgasm. It had never been like that when she'd masturbated alone in her bedroom. Silke was watching her now with Greg's come still dripping down her chin.

Anne moved close to her: "Thank you, Silke. That was really something." She kissed her friend on the lips, on the cheek, on the chin, licking her clean. "And Greg, you were magnificent." She ducked down and scooped up the remaining clots of spunk from the shaft of his cock. Silke got up from Greg and stumbled over a cushion. They all laughed.

"Fuck me!" Silke giggled.

"You should have thought of that sooner," Greg said. He hadn't moved a muscle. He lay back quite exhausted.

"Wow," said Anne again, still half-lost in a private reverie.

"Don't think you're going to be let off that easily," Silke told Greg as she sipped on his beer.

"Hey, leave some for me," he complained.

"It's O.K.," said Anne. "I'll get us all another one." As she got to her feet a trifle unsteadily it suddenly dawned on her that none of them had properly disrobed. She plucked at the hem of her dress and laughed, then reached around the back and unzipped it. She let it fall, then discarded her bra and pants. Anne caught her reflection in the mirror. How is John enjoying the show? she wondered, and somehow I don't think we've reached the main feature. As she drifted off toward the kitchen, Greg's eyes followed her there and back. She handed round the beers while he lit a second, thinner joint. Silke's clothes joined Anne's in a heap on the floor. She rolled around and tugged Greg's jeans past his ankles and tossed them over with the others. He shucked off his shirt. The three of them lay there quite naked, sipping their beers, and passing the joint. They exchanged the intimate smiles of initiates in a new order.

"When we finish smoking up," Silke promised, "I'm going to make you so stiff again, it'll hurt."

Greg smiled. "That really was terrific, wasn't it?"

Anne nodded in agreement and snuggled in between them. Greg propped himself on one elbow and handed the joint across to Silk. He let his hand drop back on Anne's stomach. As if in response she opened her thighs and he let his fingers stray lower. Greg began to probe her gently and then slipped a finger deep into her hole. Silk propped herself up in the same way and kissed Greg with open mouth. She broke it off and bent down to kiss Anne. She kissed her forehead, her cheek, and her neck, then trailed her tongue down from Anne's shoulder and circled her breast. Anne lay there reveling in the sensations of Silke's nibbling at her tits while Greg continued his steady finger-fucking. The dope heightened every rippling feeling that coursed through her.

Greg moved down between Anne's splayed legs, while Silk rolled over and laid her own body on top of her. She supported her weight on her forearms and gazed lovingly at her friend. Anne looked up and slipped her arms round Silke's back. Greg took advantage of their new position to alternately lick at their cunts. He stuck his tongue into Silke's rear entrance and she squirmed forward, then he switched his attention to sucking on Anne's clit. The movement Silk made brought her tits right over Anne's. She moved her torso slightly and theft nipples grazed against one another. She tried again and swung her full breasts so their nipples rubbed together.

"Kiss me again," Anne said urgently. Silke pushed her tongue deep into Anne's mouth, as Greg performed a similar service below. This time it was Anne who quickly bubbled over. She clamped Silke to her as she spent herself on Greg's inquisitive tongue.

"Too much," breathed Anne.

"Let's have an ordinary cigarette," suggested Greg. He lit up and lay back on the cushions. "Wow, is my head ever spinning."

He offered Silke the cigarette. She shook her head: "I'd much rather take a drag on this."

She held Greg's dick in her hand. Already it had made some recovery. Silke playfully waggled it and it uncoiled some more. She bent over his groin.

"This is the only way I can get it all in."

Silke swallowed him to the hilt, moving slightly back as he grew in her mouth. Greg beamed at Anne and wiggled his tongue between his lips. She smiled dreamily back at him.

"Save some for me," she implored Sue. Her friend sat up to catch her breath. Greg was as stiff as before. "May I…?"

"It's all yours."

"There something I could really get my teeth into."

"Hey," said Greg, "you be careful with the teeth. It's the only one I've got."

"Silly," said Anne. "I won't bite off more than I can chew."

Silke and Greg cuddled together exchanging deep kisses while Anne applied herself to his cock.

Anne couldn't s*allow it all either. But she gave it a real good college try. She ran the point of her tongue around the bulbous head before slipping it as deep as she could take it in her mouth. She withdrew and made little nibbling motions down the length of the heavy shaft. Again, she returned to clamp it between her lips.

"If you keep that up I'm going to come down your throat," he warned her.

"I've got a better idea," Sue chipped in. "I'm going to suck you both."

Anne stopped in mid lick and looked up at her friend enquiringly.

"Greg, you stay right where you are… Anne, you kneel over him facing away." They both obeyed her instructions. "Now slip him into you."

Anne settled herself down on Greg's prick. She wriggled her hips and took more of him in. "How am I doing?"

"Just great," said Greg as he stared at Anne's crack. That other tiny ring of muscle pulsed as she manipulated the rest of his cock deep inside her.

"Now, Greg, put a pillow by your shoulder so that Anne can lie back."

Anne grasped the idea. She maneuvered her long legs forward then slowly let her top half sink back onto Greg's chest. He lay on the carpet with Anne now stretched out on top of him. She put her head to one side and rested it on the pillow. Her legs were wide open overlapping his. Silke knelt between them both.

They exchanged no more words. Greg reached around with both hands to fondle Anne's tits. She rocked her hips slightly as Greg slid in and out of her gaping cunt. Silke crouched down holding Greg's balls lightly cupped in her hand as she licked first the very root of his cock and then nibbled on Anne's protruding clit. The three of them were joined in a union of pure sexual intensity.

Anne bit on her lip. She held Greg's hands over her breasts.

"Just let go," he whispered in her ear. "Just let yourself go."

She moaned softly at first but it rose in pitch as the shuddering waves of the orgasm engulfed her. Silke concentrated on Anne as with soft, sucking, licking actions she rode with her in a crescendo of primitive energy. The girl on top was now murmuring both theft names over and over again through half-clenched teeth.

Anne uttered a cry. She peaked. Silke felt her whole insides contract as if to trap this ultimate sensation for ever. Greg groaned too. Anne's continued pumping action was milking his seed. He could feel himself jerk and toss inside the fight walls of her cunt as he fired load after load of boiling spunk deep- within her. Never had he had an orgasm so prolonged. He felt it would never stop pouring from him.

"More," breathed Anne, "give me more. I can feel you coming." She contracted her inner muscles and milked the very last drops from him. After a few moments, Silke carefully slid his cock out and swallowed the lip of it. Greg shuddered when a last convulsion seized him as he fired a final salvo into Silke's mouth.

Anne slipped off him sideways and nestled in the crook of his arm. Silke took up the same position on the other side.

"That," Greg said definitively, "was the greatest fuck ever."

He kissed them both appreciatively.

"Yes," said Anne, still trying to catch her breath. "If anyone saw that, I think they'd have to agree."

Silke laughed.