"The family gets it on" - читать интересную книгу автора (Barton James)

CHAPTER SEVEN

Tom had walked well past the confines of the private beach and found himself now on the public beach as he felt the first stirring in his loins. He had been making the walk each day since their vacation had begun, and he had found the place on his first trip from the private beach, several days before. A feeling of excitement caused him to pick up his step as he looked about at the tanned bodies of the early bathers spread about on the sand. He looked down the beach and saw the low profile of the building where it set back near the cliffs and the stairway that led to the coastal road above. As he walked deliberately toward the building, the excitement built – for as a boy, Tom had never engaged in any sex play other than the usual masturbation, locked safely in the family bathroom, or beneath the covers of his own bed. Even marriage had not fulfilled all his needs, and he found himself still curious about other forms of sexual gratification.

Tom entered the public restroom and found the cool darkness refreshing after the bright sunlight of the beach. The faint odor of piss was mixed with the salty scent of the ocean, but he found it not unpleasant as he stared toward the row of stall toilets with their hinged doors and wooden partitions. He bent slightly and searched for some other occupant, and he was slightly disappointed when he saw all the stalls were empty. Walking to the center stall, he pushed open the door hesitantly and looked inside, then over his shoulder as he entered. Well, it was still early, he decided, and closed the door and locked it. He pulled his trunks down as he sat on the cold toilet and lit a cigarette. He glanced from wall to wall, and on his left, he noticed the hole someone had carved there long ago. Above it was printed in rough letters: SHOW IT HARD TO GET IT SUCK. He chilled slightly and peeked through the hole to the empty stall, then turned his attention to the obscene scribbling on the walls of the toilet.

Tom was reading and stroking his hardening prick as he heard someone enter the restroom and his heart beat faster. He listened as someone coughed, then entered the stall on his left. Hiding his prick between his legs he leaned forward and smoked as he heard the toilet next to him flush, then someone coughed again as they sat down.

Finally, Tom sat back and chanced a glance through the hole. He saw a pair of hairy legs, and poking up from a thick growth of pubic hair was a short thick cock. As he watched, the man in the adjoining stall began to play with himself, and Tom felt his own cock growing. He leaned back and took his prick in his hand and began to stroke it in time with his neighbor. Then, Tom saw the eye at the hole, then the mouth, and a thrill of excitement went through him as he stood slowly and shoved his prick into the hot, wet mouth on the other side of the partition. He heard the man groan slightly as he swallowed the entire length of Tom's prick and sucked voraciously.

Pressed against the plywood barrier that separated them, Tom hunched into the sucking mouth, and his eyes locked onto a message written in a neat, printed hand: IF YOU WANT TO WATCH YOUR WIFE GET FUCKED WITH 14" OF BLACK PRICK – CALL GREG. There was a number Tom recognized to be a local Beach Bay phone number. Below, was written: RATES ON REQUEST.

He wondered if that "Greg" was his neighbor Greg, and as he felt himself rising toward a climax, Tom closed his eyes and visualized his wife, Linda, lying beneath that huge black body with its pistoning prick in her cunt. He let go and felt himself sucked as the vision dissolved and he pulled back to the protestations of the man next door. His prick flopped limply to his thigh and quickly, Tom pulled up his trunks and left the restroom as the head of a chubby prick poked itself through the hole where his had just been. He heard the man swear lightly as he left the dank darkness of the place and entered the sunlight of the beach.

He heaved a sigh and wondered idly what pleasure one man could possibly get from servicing another, as had just been done to him. And he thought again of the message at eye level in the restroom. Fourteen inches? Jesus! he thought, and lit another cigarette. He found a bench along the south wall of the building and sat there in the shade. He glanced to his right and saw the entrance to the women's restroom and he wondered idly if things of a homosexual nature went on in there as well.

He had only been sitting there for a few minutes when he heard two girls giggle and come from the restroom. "She is too much!" one said, and the other replied, "The greatest!" Then they saw Tom sitting there smoking and blushed as they turned their backs on him and ran down the beach. He wondered who they were talking about, and as he did, he saw a lithe redhead walking up the beach toward the toilets. He averted his eyes as she paused in her approach, then she stepped out and walked directly into the restroom.

Tom followed her curiously with his eyes and wondered what kind of illicit sex went on inside the gray walls of the women's restroom. His curiosity would not abate, and as he flipped the cigarette butt away, he stood and looked around; the beach was fairly deserted here at the far end, and there was no one around close enough to distinguish their faces. He swallowed thickly, looked about again, and walked quickly into the women's side.

It was dark – much darker than its male counterpart next door. He stood for a moment in the darkness, then, as he heard a loud groan, he turned his attention to the double row of stall toilets in the center of the room. He glanced to the high windows and realized why the place was so dark – the windows had been painted over, blocking any light from the sun – and the light fixtures overhead were not operating.

He walked softly to the toilets and peeked beneath the doors. In the third from the end on the back side, he saw a pair of feet, spread wide inside one of the booths, and he heard the groan again. He swallowed back his apprehension as he saw a second pair of feet in the same stall, and he opened the door of the neighboring toilet and slipped inside. There, it was truly dark, and he took a seat and listened, his ear against the partition.

"Oh… yessss… suck my cunny… suck me off…" he heard a girl saying. "Oh, God… that's so good when you use your tongue like that!"

Tom felt his cock rising, and he pictured one girl sucking another in the adjacent booth. Then, his heart skipped a beat as he heard someone else enter the restroom and the door beside his opened then closed. He glanced to his right and saw a bare foot in the open space between the partition and the floor. The foot entered his stall and he realized that the girl was looking for some sign. He reached down with nervous fingers and touched the girl's bare ankle, then ran to her full calf as he heard her say something. The leg pulled away and Tom saw a pair of well-developed thighs appear in the open space as the girl knelt and displayed her bare cunt. He reached forward and stroked that cunt as the girl in the next booth grabbed hold of his hand and hunched against his fingers. Then he heard her more clearly as she whispered through the partition, "Can I come over? Will… will you do me if I come over?"

Tom felt a rush of panic – if the girl entered his booth expecting another woman and found a man… but he realized that it would be difficult to tell as dark as it was. He leaned forward and whispered back, "Yes…"

Then Tom sat up, buttoned his beach robe to the collar and took the towel from about his neck and draped it over his head as he heard the girl leave the booth next to his. He slipped the bolt and sat back as the girl entered. He could not distinguish her age or her features in the dim light, but he was fully aware of the wide flare of her hips as she opened her own robe to display a dark clump of pubic bush and well-developed hips.

"Oh… Momma… Suck me off…" the girl told him, and moved forward as Tom reached out nervously and slid his hands up the back of her legs. He nuzzled her belly and licked his way to her cunt as she spread her legs, and he thought again of the pretty redhead he had seen enter earlier and who was moaning and groaning in the next stall.

"Ummmn…" the girl said as he spread the lips of her cunt and licked. "I was afraid I was gonna have to wait in line – you're new here, aren't you?"

"Uh-huh…" he muttered as he sucked her cunt.

"Oh, Momma… you're better than Bobbie and she's the greatest!" the girl told him as he licked up and down her cunt and she hunched her hips to him.

In the next stall he heard the red-haired girl reach a shuddering climax and he listened as the woman there told the girl, "Send all of your friends in, honey, and Bobbie will give them some head, too."

Tom lapped the girl's cunt furiously, and as he did, the head of his prick popped up from between his legs as the girl moaned under his licking tongue. He shoved his cock back between his legs, frightened that she might notice it, then suddenly, she pulled away from him and bent down closely to his face.

"I… I want to do you…" the girl said passionately, "I… I never have done it before, but you're making it so good for me… please let me suck your cunt too."

Tom swallowed thickly and realized the jig would be up if she even touched him, let alone "did" him. He whispered, "No, honey… turn around and I'll do you… with… with a dildo."

"Oh, yes!" the girl said huskily, and turned her back on him.

Tom stood slowly and took hold of the girl's hips and turned her around until she faced the toilet. He raised the robe over her back and let it fall on her shoulders as he took in the broad ass and full thighs. She sure wouldn't win any beauty contest, he thought as he spread her legs and guided his prick into her cunt from the rear. The girl gasped and clenched the muscles of her twat as he worked his way in.

"Oh… oh, shit, that's real!" the girl said, and wiggled against him.

"It just seems that way…" he whispered, and reached around to fondle her large titties as he stroked in and out of her cunt from behind.

"Oh… oh, Momma," the girl moaned. "Fuck me… fuck me hard… fuck me deep… oh, shit! Squeeze my titties… fuck me!"

Tom obliged and felt his own orgasm building. He wondered what the girl would do when the "dildo" shot a load of hot cum into her cunt… and as he thought about it, he knew that wouldn't be fair to her. He decided to pull it out and let it shoot between her legs, and as she bucked wildly under his hands and choked out, "Cumming… I'm cumming… cumming… fuck me… FUCK ME!" Tom pulled his spurting prick from her cunt and felt his jism pulse from the head of his prick into thin air.

Quickly, he pulled up his trunks and backed out of the booth while the breathless girl stood bent over, holding onto the lid of the toilet as she called, "No… don't leave yet."

But Tom left. He hurried from the darkness of the restroom and into the sunlight of the beach. He took off at a trot toward the other end of the beach and the private resort area, leaving behind the public restrooms, the homosexuals and the bare-assed girl bent over the toilet, wiping cum from her chin and wondering how a dildo had managed to do that.

"Tonight?" Greg asked as he pulled on his trunks and looked down at the exhausted Linda lying with her legs still splayed on the bed.

"I'll try… Tom might not go for it…"

"Don't worry about old Tom… Lisa will take care of him for us. You just put the idea there… well do the rest," he told her, and bent down to kiss her on the stomach before he left. Linda shuddered at his last touch and closed her eyes as she heard the door close. Sleep came quickly for her and she pulled the sheet over her naked body as she rolled to one side.

When Tom entered the beach cottage, he went directly to the refrigerator and opened a can of beer. He saw Pepe beneath the table and wondered where Linda was – surely, she still wouldn't be in bed – would she?

But that's where he found her, sleeping soundly still, wrapped in the sheet. He looked at her lush outlines and thought again of the night before when he had had sex with Linda's teenaged daughter. The two were so much alike, he thought as he drained the last of his beer and set the can on the dresser. He slipped out of his beach robe, and as he did, Linda rolled over in her sleep and the sheet fell away, exposing her naked body.

He looked at her golden bush and was surprised as he felt the stirring in his loins. Jesus! he thought, I'm the one who's oversexed! He sank to his knees beside the bed and moved his head between his sleeping wife's legs. As his mouth closed over her cunt and his tongue entered her, he tasted an unfamiliar musky substance and he wondered at that… then he heard her moan in her sleep and he wondered at that too. Greg?

Tom mixed drinks as Linda finished dressing. He looked up from the small bar as she entered the room wearing a see-through blouse of pale-blue lace and a pair of hip-huggers a shade darker. The blouse fell several inches short of her waist and Tom felt a twinge low in his crotch as he saw her golden belly exposed.

"… do you think that's the sort of thing to wear to a party, darling?" he asked, and glanced toward Suzy, who entered behind his wife, wearing an identical top and a brief miniskirt.

"Don't be so old-fashioned!" Linda scolded, and picked up her drink from the bar as she glanced toward the clock in the corner. "Besides, it's not a party… Greg and Lisa have just invited us over for a few drinks and some friendly conversation," she told him, and allowed Suzy a sip of her drink.

The girl made a wry face and remarked, "I don't see how you can say that tastes good."

Linda laughed lightly and took her glass, then asked Tom, "What time are Vicki and Chuck supposed to be here?"

"Any time now, darling," he replied, and looked to Suzy. "Are you and Pam going to the movies?"

"Uh-huh," the girl said, and winked at her mother. "Deep Throat's playing at the bay… thought we'd go see it again." Tom dropped the ice dish as both Linda and Suzy laughed at him, then Suzy said, "I'm just kidding, Tom – don't look so shocked."

Linda turned on the stool as she saw Chuck's car pull in behind their own. "Oh, they're here," she said, and leaned forward to kiss Suzy. "Have a good time, Susan – don't stay out too late."

"I won't," she said, and walked behind the bar and raised her cheek for a kiss from Tom. "Have a good time at the party," she said, and rubbed his crotch as her mother walked to the door. "If I have one of those groovy dreams again tonight, I might just have to include Pam… she's staying the night, you know…"

Tom's face burned fiercely as Suzy went around the end of the bar and met Pam, the Hoagartys' daughter, at the front door. She spoke to Vicki and Chuck as they entered, then she and Pam walked down the path, and headed toward the business district of Beach Bay, their heads together in deep conversation.

Tom felt the same panic he had that morning, but surely she wouldn't tell Pam, he thought hopefully as he set two more drinks on the bar and forced a smile as Vicki slid onto a stool and leaned forward to kiss him lightly.

"Hi, guy… how's the vacation agreeing with you?" the pert brunette asked, and Tom saw her nipples through the sheer blouse she was wearing. He felt his prick go hard at the thought of touching them, and he cleared his throat as he answered.

"Never felt better," he said, and he took along pull on his drink as Chuck sat, his arm about Linda's waist with his hand on her bare flesh.

Chuck picked up his drink, tested it, and asked, "What's this about a party we're supposed to go to?"

Linda let her hand lie on his thigh and said lightly, "Not a party, really – just the neighbors asked us over for a few drinks. They're neat people, Chuckie… I'm sure you'll like them."

Tom poured the drinks as they chatted lightly and he was overly conscious of the way Linda acted toward Chuck – no differently than she usually acted – but it disturbed Tom to see his wife so free with her hands and her kisses. He found Vicki looking at him and he flushed as he realized he had been staring at her compact tits – two sizes smaller than his wife's, but full and pointed. Tom drained his glass and poured another round.

"Better slow down, partner," Chuck remarked, "you'll never last the night," and they all looked up as a knock sounded on the front door.

Tom went around the end of the bar, saying, "Must be Greg… I'll get it," and he hooked his toe on the corner of the throw rug.

"Careful, Tom, looks like you've got a load on already!" Vicki chirped, and the others laughed as Tom recovered and went to the door.

He found Greg standing there, dressed in white pants, sandals and a white calypso shirt that was opened to the waist.

"Good evening," he said as he entered, and glanced at the trio sitting at the bar. Vicki's mouth dropped open and Chuck stared at Greg – the Wards had neglected to mention the fact that their summer neighbors were black.

"Ah… Chuck, Vicki… this is Greg, our next-door nigger," Tom said, and felt himself go cold as he realized what he had just said. Linda glared at him, her face a bright crimson beneath her tan, and Vicki caught her breath at Tom's remark.

Chuck extended his hand and found it engulfed in both of Greg's as the black man smiled warmly and remarked, "Pay no mind to him." He gestured with his head to Tom. "You know how these rich honkies are." They all laughed, relieving the tension.

The five people shared a quick drink, and during the course of the brief conversation between Chuck and Greg, Tom glanced toward Linda, who had just whispered something in Vicki's ear. Vicki's eyes widened and Tom could have sworn she mouthed the word "fourteen". But he couldn't be sure – his head was a little fuzzy and he knew he would have to taper off if he expected to get home that evening without being carried.

"Listen," Greg said, turning to Tom, "why don't we go on over to my place… Lisa has some hors d'oeuvres on ice and I've got some wine I've been saving for a special occasion."

The others agreed, and arm in arm they crossed the narrow expanse of lawn that separated the Wards' cottage from its neighbor. Greg opened the door and stood aside as they entered, a broad smile on his face.

Tom and Linda walked into the living room and stopped in their tracks as Chuck and Vicki did the same. They looked around the room, a look of surprise on their faces.

"Good Lord…" Tom said just above a whisper.

"Is it real?" Linda questioned.

"Fantastic!" Vicki exclaimed.

"Early Harem…" Chuck put in as Greg closed the door.

The two couples stood transfixed as Greg walked to a big tape deck and pressed a button. The room was filled with the plaintive sounds of a classical guitar, and Tom recognized the artist as Segovia. The room was devoid of furniture and the wall directly to their left was covered by antique mirror squares. Red lamps hung from the ceiling in three corners of the room and the entire atmosphere was one of sensuous warmth. The carpet underfoot was a deep, fur-like material, and in the center of the room – arranged in a circle – were six pillows of gigantic proportions. In the center of the pillow group sat a tall bronze hookah with a cut-glass body and several hoses that hung from receptacles at its neck. A light cube, two-feet square sat beneath the tape deck, and it seemed that the changing colors oozed from its opaque surfaces in tempo with the music. The arched doorway that led to the kitchen was beaded, as were the three windows of the room. As the light from the cube changed in intensity, the brighter rays were captured in the cut beads and sparkled like an electric fire along their many faceted surfaces.

"Like it?" Greg asked as he turned from the tape recorder.

"Jesus…" Tom said, "it's unreal…"

Greg laughed. "We call it our play room… it has a relaxing effect – lets a person shed his or her inhibitions… if you know what I mean." He gestured toward the pillows. "Sit down… take off your shoes and kick back… I'll give Lisa a hand," and he pushed through the beaded curtain and left them alone.

"What kinda party'd you say this was?" Chuck asked suspiciously.

"Oh, come on, you two… relax!" Linda said, and slipped out of her sandals and chose a pillow.

Tom looked at his friend and shrugged. "Might as well," he said, and kicked off his shoes and sat, his eyes on Vicki as she slid down on a pillow to his right and her exposed navel seemed like another eye in the dim, red light.

Chuck sat beside Linda and leaned forward to examine the hookah. "Hey…" he said, "it's real!"

Linda giggled and rubbed his thigh. "Did you think it was there just for effect?"

Vicki leaned back and her hand touched Tom's. "This is gonna be nice, Tom… I've always…"

Then they all looked up as the beads parted and Lisa entered carrying a tray. Chuck blinked in disbelief as the breathtakingly beautiful woman set the tray beside the hookah, then turned and kissed him squarely on the mouth.

"Welcome to our home…" she said in a husky tone, then turned and kissed Tom.

Linda could not believe her eyes as Lisa moved to Vicki, cupped her chin in her hand and kissed her fully on the mouth. Then, Lisa took Linda's hand and bent to kiss her. Linda felt her soft, warm lips close over her own and just the tip of her tongue came forth in a teasing, arousing manner. As their lips parted, Lisa told her, "I'm so happy you decided to come, Linda…" and she straightened as Greg entered carrying a tray wit a carafe of ruby liquid and six, long-stemmed wine gasses.

Both Tom and Chuck had difficulty tearing their eyes away from the lovely black woman as she sat between them and crossed her long, bare legs. She was wearing a short, belted kimono that was either silver or white, but with the red hue from the lamps it was difficult to tell. The garment was open to the waist and as she leaned forward to take a glass of wine from Greg, Tom saw her well developed tits exposed, and he swallowed thickly.

All watched in silence as Greg poured and passed the glasses about. When they each had one, he raised his glass and toasted, "To good friends… to warmth… to love…" and he glanced about at each of them. "And to the fulfillment of desires."

They dank, then Chuck asked, "Ah… what kind of wine did you say this was, Greg?"

He smiled and tasted his again. "Burgundy… electric burgundy."

Lisa passed the cubed hors d'oeuvres, and as Tom tasted one, he found it sweet, yet somehow acrid in taste. He washed it down with wine and found that the taste somehow changed when mixed with alcohol.

"Do you like them?" Lisa asked as she saw Tom reach for another.

"Different… what is it?"

She smiled and replied, "Mead, cannabis and sesame…"

Tom heard, but it didn't register as he felt quite relaxed and at the same time lifted by the overall atmosphere of the room.

Lisa stood and walked to the tape deck, and though she didn't change the tape, it was as though she had switched in another channel and the sounds that came from behind – or melded with – the guitar were disturbingly familiar. Small animal-like mews came from the speakers, and below that, the sound of two people breathing heavily.

She sat again and smiled as she said, "Greg and I believe in the adage, 'if it feels good, do it', and we like to share this with our friends." She looked at Tom and asked, "Do you like me?"

Tom blushed as he looked toward Linda. "Ah… yes… you're quite beautiful."

She kissed him lightly, then faced Chuck, "And you, Chuck – do you think me beautiful, too?"

He swallowed thickly and nodded.

Lisa smiled. "Would you both like to make love with me?"

Vicki expelled her breath and Lisa looked toward her. "Is that such an unusual question? We women know that the first thing a man thinks about when he sees a beautiful woman is making love to her… but we have the option, no? I believe that people should be honest… if they desire each other and both parties are willing, they should do that…" She stood and beckoned to Vicki and Linda. "Come, I have other robes – perhaps you'll find them more comfortable than the clothes you're wearing." And like two children, the women stood and followed Lisa from the room.

As the women left them, Greg leaned forward and struck a long waxed match and lifted the cover of the hookah bowl. He fired a dark, charcoal-like substance and took one of the tubes and inhaled deeply. He passed another to Tom, then to Chuck, and as he exhaled he said, "Lisa is really very good – I hope you enjoy her."

Tom looked at Greg hesitantly and he knew that if he went along with what was going on, it would mean that Greg would fuck Linda… and the vision of her lying in his black arms stirred his excitement. He took a deep drag on the hashish and glanced at Chuck, who had remained silent. After the first drag, Chuck smiled in an odd manner and looked directly at Greg.

"I'd like to eat your wife's cunt."

Tom was shocked by his friend's frankness, but Greg was merely amused. "You have good taste," he quipped, and they all laughed.

"And you, Tom… what would you like to do to my beautiful chocolate princess?"

Tom swallowed dryly and said, "Touch her… just touch her."

Greg laughed again and said, "I doubt she'll let you off that easily, my friend… she's a suck freak… she'll take anything into her mouth… a prick, a tit, a cunt…" He laughed lightly and took a deep drag from the water pipe. "Your big toe if you let her…"

Tom visualized Lisa with his big toe in her mouth and he found the thought stimulating. Then the women were back and Tom gasped as he saw Linda sit directly across from him and he noticed that she wore nothing beneath the short, golden robe she wore. Vicki sat beside him and as she stretched out her legs, Tom saw that she too, was naked beneath the short robe.

"I've been telling them of your oral fixation, darling," Greg said as Lisa sat between the two men.

"He makes too much of it, really," she said, and glanced at Tom. He felt his face burn as she drew up her knees and then let them move apart. "It's just that I like to stimulate a man with my mouth before fucking him – do you like that, Tom?"

He was speechless, but Chuck was not, for he reached out, touched her brown knee and said she leaned forward and took the hose from the hookah into her mouth. "I told your husband I'd like to… like to."

"Yes?" Lisa said, spreading her knees more.

Chuck swallowed dryly and looked between her legs as he blurted out, "Suck your cunt!"

Linda gasped and Vicki smiled at her husband as she reached for Greg's hand. "Go ahead, darling… I've been thinking the same thing about Greg."

Tom watched as Chuck moaned and fell to his knees between Lisa's legs. The black woman lay back and stretched out as Chuck's head moved down her body, his hands on her lush hips, and she moaned as his mouth came in contact with her cunt.

"Lick it good, Daddy… lick it good!" she said, and looked at Tom, who sat with his mouth open wide as his friend buried his face between the woman's legs.

Lisa took Tom's hand in hers and raised it to her mouth. She began licking his fingers, then took his thumb into her mouth as she raised her hips to Chuck's face. Tom groaned as he felt her hand on his cock, then somehow it was out and he saw the woman's head bobbing slowly up and down – and then he felt it… her warm, sucking mouth on his prick. Tom removed his shirt, and finally, he managed to get out of his pants as Lisa took every inch of his swollen cock into her mouth.

Tom found himself moving like a man in a dream and he looked across as Greg gathered a naked Vicki into his arms and kissed her passionately, while at his waist, Linda stroked the longest, thickest cock he had ever seen. Then Tom felt Lisa's mouth on his prick again and he moaned loudly as his wife bent forward and took the great black head of Greg's cock into her mouth.

A dream, Tom thought, I'm having a dream… isn't real!