CHAPTER FOUR
Linda and Tony were late for the party because she changed her mind three times about what to wear. She wanted to look nice to meet Tony's friends. He kept telling her the dark yellow sweater looked fine, but she was still nervous about it all when they pulled up in front of the big old house.
Tony walked beside her up onto the porch. "Just relax. They're just friends of mine from work. Nice people." Tony rang the bell.
"I hope so. I want to make a good impression." Linda fluffed her hair for the ninety-ninth time in ten minutes.
"You're perfect." Tony smiled and gave her a small kiss on the cheek just as the door opened.
"Oh, hi." The screen swung open. A woman stood outlined by the light inside. "Tony, right?" Her voice came clearly through the early evening.
"Right. You must be Brenda." Tony took a step forward.
"Sure am, honey." She stepped back. The light slanted across her face, highlighting the narrow snub nose. Her black hair lay in a tight series of short laps close to her neck from behind, just barely curling under her ears at the sides.
"Come on in." Brenda stepped back more to give them room to pass, her eyes not leaving Tony for an instant.
Linda stuck close to Tony as she walked into the living room.
The furniture was all heavily stuffed, two couches facing each other with an armchair at each end to make an open rectangle.
"Brenda," Tony said, "this is Linda."
"Oh, hi, Linda." Brenda gave the blond about half a second's worth of glance, then gazed at Tony. Her voice sounded very warm and cordial. "Glad you could make it."
"Thank you. I've been looking forward to the party all week." Linda smiled, stepping forward. She looked at Brenda's off-the-shoulder blouse and was glad her sweater was tight enough to show off her frontage nicely.
"Hey! Tony!" A man's voice boomed from the back of the house. "Nice to see you."
"Hi, Carl." Tony turned toward the man as he came into the room.
"Glad you made it." He shook Tony's hand vigorously. "This must be Linda."
"Sure is."
"Hi. I'm Carl." He shook Linda's hand.
"Hi, Carl." Linda looked at him closely. Broad shoulders, bull neck, hefty torso, the knit shirt clinging at the sides where it slid over his hips.
"Hey, Tony. She's prettier than you said. A lot prettier."
"Thank you." She almost blushed, not so much from the compliment as from the way Carl's eyes kept staring at her sweater. They seemed to burn right through the cloth.
"Look," Carl said. "Come on out in back to the rec room. Al's there, with Karen. You guys can get a drink and get acquainted." He looked down at Linda, coveting her body with a long gaze before he turned and moved toward the back of the house.
Tony let Linda go past, following the man, then walked behind her, Brenda close on his heels.
The recreation room had modern furniture, low couches, lots of extra-large pillows, all in bright colors. A fireplace filled one end of the room, a bar flanking it along one side.
"What'll you have?" Carl went behind the bar.
"Beer," Tony said.
"Just a beer for me, too." Linda usually didn't drink at all. But she wanted to fit in, to be like the others.
"Tony, you know Al, don't you?" Carl said, nodding at a couple seated near the fireplace.
"Oh, sure." Tony went to the guy, hand outstretched.
"Is this Linda?" Al stood, uncurling six feet of lanky frame from the low couch. He looked at the blond, smiling, his curly coppery hair taking on a light glow from the spluttering fire. "She's gorgeous, man. Where you been hiding her?" Al took two steps toward Linda, eyes busy all over her body.
"Hi," Linda said shyly, not able to keep looking at Al. His eyes were hazel, dancing with light. When he came up to her and took her hand she managed to look at his face, the chin, mostly, too shy to look at anything else for very long.
"I'm glad you could come, Linda." Al held her hand for a moment longer than usually required for a handshake.
"I'm Karen." The brunette got up, looking poisoned daggers at Linda.
"Hi, Karen." Linda moved toward her, smiling. "I sure do like your outfit." She wanted to make friends. It wasn't her fault that Al had made a fuss.
"Here you go." Carl handed them both glasses of beer.
"Oh. Thank you, Carl." Linda took the glass and held it delicately, not sure whether to take a sip or wait or what.
"Sit down. Come on." Carl gestured to a couch. "Thank you." Linda sat, looking at Tony, waiting until he sat beside her. She looked at him, very aware of the way Al's eyes were boring through her sweater. And that didn't make much sense because Karen had bigger breasts. That was very clear from the tightness of her blouse. And Karen didn't have a bra on, either. The nipple showed very plainly enough the clinging cloth.
Linda didn't want to make any kind of a scene, so she clamped both eyes on Tony's face and hunched her shoulders to hide her own figure.
They talked for a while, mostly the men talking, and that mostly about work. They kept mentioning people she didn't know. Linda drained her glass and held it for about two seconds, then Carl jumped up and got her a fresh beer.
The second beer went down faster and by the time Carl had given her a third, Tony was on his second and she was starting to relax a little.
But she kept feeling Al's eyes roaming on her form. She caught his glance from time to time. Caught similar looks coming from Carl, too.
It was hard to explain the men's glances. Brenda was very nice looking, with great skin, all pure white, plunging into the low top of her blouse just as the breasts started to swell to fullness. The pale skin next to the black hair made almost a dramatic contrast. And Karen was super-stacked.
Linda moved closer to Tony, snuggling against his thigh. He put his arm around her shoulder, leaning back on the couch. She felt better, but the new position stretched her blouse tight over her tits. She caught Al's look. And his smile.
She had had other guys smile at her that way and knew just what it meant. It was a sexual smile. No other way to read it.
The smile made her nervous and she shot a smile back. From the way his face lit up, she knew that he had read her smile the wrong way.
Al leaned toward her. "How about another beer?" he asked, all his teeth showing. "Or maybe something stronger."
"… no. Thanks. I'm fine." She looked at the floor.
"Oh, go on," Carl said. "Have another!" He grabbed her and went to the bar.
Linda muttered a small "Thanks," and sat back. "Oh, you men!" Brenda stood up, sounding irritated. "All you ever talk about is work. Business and work and it's boring." She moved toward the fire, her hips swaying suggestively.
"Well, what do you want to talk about?" Al asked.
"Sex!" She whirled, facing Al, hands planted on her hips. Metallic gold capris clung like shiny skin to her hips and thighs.
Linda sat right up when she heard the word – sex.
"You men can at least talk about it," Brenda said, swaggering toward Al, hands still on hips.
"Even if you can't do it."
"We can do it, too, Brenda." Al grinned at her, one hand cupping ova his crotch.
"Like hell." Brenda planted herself close to Al, her crotch at the level of his face.
Carl came from the bar and handed Linda her fourth beet. She took it and swallowed a quick me.
"Hey, Carl," Al said, loudly, "can't you keep Brenda happy?"
"I keep her happy all the fucking time, man." He grinned at the black haired young woman, then reached over and grabbed her butt. "Isn't that right, honey?"
"Oh, you do okay." She turned from his touch, smiling at him. Then smiling at Tony.
"Okay? Is that all?" He put some fake anger into his voice, stepping closer to her.
"Yeah. Okay. That's all." She wiggled her hips widely as she walked toward Tony. "I bet he can do it better." Her hand snaked out to caress Tony's face.
Tony pulled away – about one-sixteenth of an inch.
Linda drew back, almost spilling her beer. She clutched for Tony's arm.
"How about it, Linda?" Brenda asked. "Is Tony good in bed?"
"Uh… yeah," Linda mumbled, wiggling closer to Tony.
"Sure he is." Brenda stroked Tony's face with both hands, advancing her crotch until it almost brushed his nose.
"Hey, hey. Take it easy." Tony pulled back a few inches, not trying to take her hands from his face.
Carl stepped up behind Brenda and curled one arm around her waist. "You're supposed to save that kind of thing for me." He pulled her back with his arm, his hand drawing the front of her blouse lower.
"I just wanted to put a little life into the party." She shoved her tail to his crotch, arching her chest forward. One tit popped into clear view, the nipple a shimmery bright pink. "Somebody has to get this thing started." Her hands reached back, groping for Carl's ass.
"You're right." Carl leaned down, nuzzling at her neck. His free hand came around and covered the bare boob, fumbling at the nipple.
"Tony… we… we'd better go," Linda whispered. Carl and Brenda were right in front of them and she had a clear view of the action.
"… yeah. Maybe so." Tony started to put his glass down on the floor.
Brenda's other tit came into view.
Carl cupped the boobs with both hands, pushing them up so they looked fuller. "How about that, Tony? Aren't those great jugs?" He pushed the breasts toward Tony.
"Uh, yeah. They sure ate, Carl." He stared at them.
"How about it, Al? How would you like to get your hands on that pair of knockers?"
"Wow. They are sure nice!" Al stood up, moving toward Brenda, reaching for the tits.
"Here. Take a good look." She slipped from Carl's light grasp and stripped off the blouse over her head, standing bare to the waist, the firelight making her pale skin glow with pink and golden lights.
"Tony, we've got to go," Linda whispered urgently.
"How about a quick feel?"
"Sure!" Brenda pulled back her shoulders, making her breasts rise, spread, the firm flesh looking sleek, the round nipples pointing sideways, surrounded by a ring of light pink skin that blended into the white flesh.
"Great!" Al covered the right boob with his hand and stood very close to Brenda.
Brenda pressed her crotch to the man's thigh.
"Tony. We've got to go!" Linda stood up, trying to edge past the touching pair.
"I bet mine are larger." Karen stood up, fumbling with the top button of her blouse. The button parted, the slopes of two large tits appeared. More flesh showed with the second button. "Al always says how big my tits are. And how much he likes them." The third button was the key. It opened and nearly all of Karen's big pair appeared. "How's that?" She drew back the blouse, baring both jugs.
"Yeah. Great big tits." Carl stepped to her.
"They're firm, too." Karen shrugged off her blouse and let it flutter to the floor. Her tits stuck straight out, the nipples wide, twin circles of puckered flesh the size of half-dollars. "Real firm."
"Yeah." Carl pushed his hand right down on the left boob. "For sure." He touched both breasts.
"Tony. Come on." Linda eased past Brenda.
"What's your hurry?" Al held her with one arm on her waist. "Party's just getting started."
"Yeah. Don't run off, Tony." Brenda turned, thrusting her naked chest at the man.
"Tony has all of that that he wants from me!" Linda grabbed her fiance's arm and hauled him toward the far end of the room.
"What's the matter, Tony? Can't you get it up?" Carl took one hand from Karen's boob and waved.
"You didn't say it was this kind of a party, Carl." Tony stood looking at the four exposed tits.
"I want you to stay, Tony. You're cute." Karen swayed toward him. "Real cute."
"Look, we don't go for this kind of thing. Okay?" Tony backed away.
"For what kind of thing, Tony?" Karen cooed, moving right up to him. "Don't you like sex?" She planted her boobs right on his shirt front.
"Yeah. Sure. Of course I do." He backed into the wall.
Karen crushed her tits to the man. "I want you to stay, Tony. Please." She touched his face, wriggling the tits tighter to him.
"Tony!" Linda glared at him. "Let's go."
"Yeah. Okay, honey." He tried to get away from Karen without touching her boobs.
"I bet Carl's right," Brenda said loudly. "I bet Tony can't get it up." She walked toward him.
"He can so!" Linda said, defending her man. "He can do it real good."
"There's one way to find out. Isn't there?" Brenda's hand groped Tony's crotch. "Have you got what it takes?"
"Sure." He pulled away, shoving her arm to the side. "But it's not for you. It's for Linda." He turned, almost at the door.
"You can just watch if you want to," Carl said. "How about it, Linda? Have you ever seen screwing? Up close? Real live screwing?"
"No." She turned away.
"You want to watch. Don't you, Tony." It was not a question.
"Not tonight."
"He's just scared, Carl," Al said.
"Think about that." Carl stood at the side of the door. "Just think of what the other guys win say when they find out you can't get it up."
"You bastards." Tony looked at them, his hands curling into fists.
"We'll do it, too," Al said. "You know we will." He put a hand on Karen's tits, touching both women at the same time.
"Tony…" Linda looked at him, fearful, trembling.
Tony looked at the men. Al was taller and Carl was heavier. He couldn't light them. Not both at once. "Just what all goes on, anyway?" His hands uncoiled.
"Tony." Linda clung to her man, both hands gripping his arm tightly.
"It's just for fun, honey." Karen looked at Linda and caressed Al's thigh. "Just for fun." Her fingers roamed over the man's crotch.
"Linda and I are going to get mated. We don't make it with other people. Not ever."
"Hey. Nobody said you had to." Brenda touched Carl's crotch. "We can stick with our original partners."
"Tony. I'm scared. I want to go borne. Now." Linda tugged at his arm.
"Let her go, Tony. You can fuck Brenda if you want to…" Carl fondled the black-haired woman's tits with both hands.
"Or you can fuck Karen," Al offered, one hand on the brunette's pussy, fingers crawling over her tight capris.
"Tony. Let's go." Linda was very scared.
"I tell you what," Carl said. "Brenda and I will start it off. You just sit and watch. If that doesn't get you in the mood, nothing will." He kissed a nipple lightly.
"Yeah. Maybe Linda's really frigid or something, Tony. Better find that out before you get married." Al led Karen toward a couch.
"You don't have that much choice, Tony."
"Yeah." Tony looked at Linda. "It's just to keep them happy, Linda. I've got to or they'll make it hell for meat work. Okay?" His arms held her lightly.
"If-if you have to." She stood very still, shrinking from his touch. "But I don't like it."
"I don't either, honey. But… but, I have to." He hugged her for a moment, then let her go when there was no response.
"Okay. Then that's settled." Brenda moved to the bar. "Everybody gets another drink. Then we do it." She poured a stiff batch of bourbon for herself and slugged it back in one gulp.
Carl fixed drinks including beers for Tony and Linda.
Tony led Linda to a couch facing Al and Karen. They sat side by side, the beers untouched on the floor, his arm around Linda's shoulders.
Brenda turned out most of the lights. The fire glowed and flickered, then splashed higher as Carl slung another log on it.
"How do you want it, honey?" Brenda stood between the two couches, facing the fire.
"It'll have to be on the floor." Carl pulled the coffee table out of the way.
"Oh, yeah! I love it on the floor." Brenda started to take off her gold capris.
"Oh, my God, Tony. They're really going to do it." Linda clung to him tightly.
"We sure as hell are." Brenda tossed away the capris. Black bikini panties rode low, just barely above her pussy, clinging tightly over her hips and ass, the flimsy fabric tight enough to show the outline of her snatch.
Carl tugged his shirt over his head. His chest was wide, dark curly hair crawling in two dense patches. A swath of dark hair swarmed over his belly, plunging into the top of his pants.
Linda closed her eyes and turned her head away. Al pulled Karen closer, hands touching slowly around on her breasts, running over her stomach to touch her crotch from time to time. Her hands were roaming on his chest and sides, with an occasional trip to his pants.
Carl took a key from his pant's pocket and went to a tail cupboard at the far end of the bar. He unlocked it and swung back the full length double doors.
Inside was a full set of bondage gear. The firelight flickered on black leather and gleaming steel bands, on chrome hand-cuffs and thick chains, on wide belts and dangling narrow straps.
"Jesus!" Tony gasped, staring at the large assembly of equipment.
"Oh! OH!" Linda allowed herself a peek. She gasped, deeply frightened by the display. The gear hung on the inside of the doors as well as filling the cabinet itself.
"I told you the kind of action go for," Carl said.
"Let's really show them what it's all about," Brenda said, starting to twirl her nipples in her fingers.
"We sure will." Carl picked up a length of thick hemp rope and turned toward Brenda. "Strip," he ordered.
Brenda rolled the tight panties lower on her hips, the cloth sliding under her palms, turning into thin hands. The black hair over her pussy showed at the top, then the twat appeared as she pushed the panties to her feet. Rising, she turned to face Tony, smiling right at him. She kicked the panties away and stood totally nude. Two fingers touched her cunt and she spread the delicate flesh to show off the bright pink interior.
Tony stared at the bare snatch just a foot or so from his face. He pulled Linda closer with one arm.
Carl came up behind Brenda, the rope stretched between his hands. "You ever seen real live fucking before, Tony?"
"Uh, no. Never have," He kept looking at Brenda's box.
"Then this will be a real education." He made a large loop with the rope and passed it over Brenda's head, his hands drawing it tight just above her breasts.
Brenda reached back, grabbing Carl's butt, wriggling her naked cheeks to his legs. She lifted her arms to let Carl pass another length of rope around her, this one passing just below her tits. "Make them good and tight, Carl." She touched her nipples, twirling them until they stuck up firmly, throbbing with desire.
Carl crossed the lengths of rope behind her back, then ran the long ends over her shoulders, crossing them at the front of her throat, then drawing them down between her boobs, forcing the jugs apart. He pulled tighter and the flesh bulged around the cord.
"Tighter, Carl." Brenda pinched her nipples until they hurt slightly.
"Like this?" He tugged; the rough rope bit in.
"Oh, yes. That's it." She wriggled beck against his torso, arching her chest forward to draw the bonds even tighter. "I love it when it hurts."
Carl made a double knot in the small of her bat, then touched around to play with her breams.
Brenda fumbled with the man's belt buckle. "Get me started, Carl. Turn me on but good." Her fingers grabbed for his swelling prick in his pants.
Carl's hand went to her cunt, touching all over the dark triangle, one finger probing barely inside. His thumb found the clit and bore down sharply.
"Ohh. Oh, yes." Her pussy turned all creamy and she moaned with real passion.
Carl's other hand joined the first in playing with the snatch.
"Oh, Carl, Carl." Her twat was wet now. She popped open the belt and tried to pull down the zipper.
"Not yet, honey. Get my shoes off first." He pushed her roughly toward the floor.
Brenda fell to her knees and swiveled around. When she got out of the way the bulge in Carl's pants showed clearly. A full hard-on stuck down toward his right knee. His loafers came off easily and he held up his feet one at a time to let Brenda slide off his socks.
Brenda reached up and ran her hand lovingly along the large bulge.
"You really want it, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, Carl. All of it." Her hand grasped the rod firmly. "I want it inside me. In my cunt."
"Lie out on the floor. Right close to Tony and Linda. I want them to have a good close look."
Brenda dropped to her back, arms stretched over her head, legs spread. She arched her breasts up toward Tony and the ropes made the flesh bulge. Carl went back to the cabinet and got another length of rope. He came back to Brenda and crouched above her head, winding the rope around both wrists to hold them together, then tying it off to the leg of the couch. "That's to keep her hands out of the way, Tony. Otherwise she goes crazy for my body. And you can see better, too." He stood facing Linda, just a few feet in front of her and dropped his pants, shoving the shorts down with them. His cock sprang right up, thick, heavy, swooping out of a swarming mass of dark crotch hair.
Linda caught just a glimpse of the prick and gasped. It was thicker than Tony's, but not as long. But looked more powerful, almost threatening, and darker, almost maroon, with the broad end almost glistening. The balls were half-hidden by the tangled hair. More hair swarmed down the legs. The thighs were massive, powerful, like the rest of the man.
Linda tried but could not keep her eyes closed. She kept staring at the hefty dick.
"Hey, Linda," Al called out, "if you don't like his pecker, how about taking a look at mine?" He opened his fly and hauled out his mostly stiff prick pumping it with his fingers to get it all the way hard. The shaft showed in front of his pants, bright pink, the end widening as his hand moved faster.
"Al knows how to use it, too. Real good."
Karen's fingers delicately traced the outline of the man's tool.
Linda looked at Al's organ for a moment, then gave her attention back to Carl's crotch as the man turned and bent toward Brenda.
"You want same head?" Brenda asked.
"No. I'm ready to fuck." He spit on his hand and smeared it on the end of his dick, then crouched over the naked figure, hunching as he lowered his body, stretching out to bring his cock to the cunt.
Carl's torso touched her tits first, forcing the ropes to cut in. He leaned down, making her bear most of his weight and pain spread through her boobs where the gouging ropes touched.
Carl used his hand to fuck just the end of his dick into the ready cunt, then took his hand away and skillfully curled his hips under, moving all of his dick into the warm box with one long steady push.
"Ohhhhh." Brenda melted under the stroking prick. His crotch touched her clit and the lust pumped briskly. She arched her body to him, wanting more cock.
Carl started to fuck with slow, steady thrusts, moving his arms to the side, pressing down on the tied tits with his chest.
Brenda moaned, real passion flowing as the man screwed with growing strength, his body touching hers all down the front, their legs meeting past the knees.
Carl spread his legs, then held himself up on his arms, only his dick touching Brenda. He looked up at Linda. "Can you see it, kid? Can you see my cock going into her cunt?" He moved just the end of his rod around, allowing the blonde to look between their bodies and see the action.
"Uh… uh…" She could not quite speak, but her eyes were glued to the crotches as Carl began to thrust with greater speed. His eyes found hers and they looked right at each other.
"How about it, Linda? You want to try my dick? Just for a change? See if I'm better than Tony. How about it?" He grinned, stabbing with his whole tool into Brenda's cunt.
"Uh… uh, no." She could not take her eyes from the man.
"You can fuck me, Tony," Brenda said. "I'd love to find out how good you are." She smiled up at the guy.
"No," he said coldly, but his eyes did not leave her tits and crotch.
Carl lay on Brenda again, his ass pumping faster. One hand groped under Brenda's tail, hefting the woman's crotch up to meet his drives.
Brenda responded, lifting her knees to flank his sides, allowing more rod to go into her slick box. Lust started to grow in her crotch and her clit began to burn. The man's crotch slapped on it with each heavy thrust and she felt her cunt start to run with juice.
"Hard, Carl. Oh, hard!" She moaned, head tossing on the floor as passion began to break loose between her legs. His torso crushed her tits, the ropes digging into the tender flesh and she began to come, the full rush of lust bursting from her crotch as her feet went toward the ceiling. She gasped and moaned, lost in the brisk delights.
Carl's hands gouged into her butt – cheeks and she felt him heave her from the floor, dragging her out until the ropes at her wrists cut in. He held her tightly, digging with his prick until she came, almost howling with pleasure.
The climax faded but the high pleasure kept flowing as the man fucked faster.
Carl bent back, looking right at Linda as he fucked. His body wavered, then he spread his legs, and held himself nearly upright, fucking Brenda steadily as he looked right into Linda's eyes.
Linda felt helpless, lost and frightened. The man's plunging dick seemed to be just inches away, his massively strong body moving well, his arms holding the woman off the floor, her legs tightly gripping his body.
Carl's eyes seemed to bore in, penetrating the way his cock went into Brenda's snatch. The look on his face was pure lust, raw male desire.
And she began to respond to it. Just a small rustling thrill, but she knew it. It seemed as though Carl was fucking her. Her, not Brenda. Like his cock was in her pussy, all thick and hard and hot. Carl bent lower, still looking at Linda. His body tensed, then the hips thrashed faster, the ass bunching into knots.
Linda watched and saw the man start to come, looked at his body, at his driving dick, at his powerful arms. And at his eyes, the eyes burning right through her, slicing, stripping her, baring her flesh, exposing her cunt. His cock slammed in like a piston and he grinned savagely.
Carl growled, his body hunched, hands clawing into Brenda's solid flesh, cock tearing into her wet pussy. His balls ached beautifully for a long, perfect moment, then he grunted and shot the first batch of cum right into the cunt.
His breath came in short gasps. His eyes never left Linda, not for a second. His body flexed, his hips driving rapidly as he streamed gism into the writhing snatch.
"Oh! Oh,shit!" He gasped at the peak of his climax, the shaft of his dick glistening as he kept humping.
Linda shivered as she watched the orgasm.
Carl lowered Brenda's tail to the floor. His dick slid free, shiny with ball-juice and cunt-cream.
"How did you like it, Linda?" Carl went upright on his knees.
"I… uh…" She was not able to form any words.
"That good, huh?" Carl smiled at her as he got to his feet.
"Like hell, Carl," Al said quickly. "Wait till she gets a look at me. She'll forget all about you." His hands fondled Karen's large breasts as he looked at Linda.
"Ohhhhh, yesss." Karen swiveled, dipped her head and staffed to lick. Al's dick like a lollipop, tongue all moist as it stroked the shiny pink end.
"Hey, Carl. How about untying my hands? I want to watch this." Brenda struggled to sit up.
"Sure." He bent and easily undid the knot holding her to the couch.
"Thanks." Brenda sat up, taking the ropes from her wrist as Al started to massage Karen's crotch.