Prologue The sun dropped low in the evening sky and shadows lengthened over the softball field. Allison Haywood joined the group of neighborhood wives in the stands rooting for their husbands playing in a softball league game. She discovered that the Good Guys were behind by two runs with just one more inning to go. Her eyes scanned the field and located her husband Derrick, playing a shallow outfield position - the ‘rover'. He had tried to explain the position to her several times, but she had difficulty in grasping the concept of an extra fielder.
Allison settled in among the girls and shared a platter of nachos she purchased. She sipped on her giant soft drink as she watched Derrick gather a short fly ball and trot toward the dugout area with the last out of the top half of the inning. As their team, the "Good Guys" came up to bat they were intent on overcoming the two-run deficit. Rob Jordan led off with a single to left field. John Perry flied out to the rover in left-center. Jack Wallace popped out to third, and that brought Derrick Haywood to the plate. Naturally, Allison's attention focused on her husband. She was pleased that he hit the ball solidly into right-center, and alertly took second when the fielder threw to home plate to hold Rob Jordan on third. Everyone rooting for the Good Guys grew excited because Clyde Carver was next up with two men on. Clyde was a heavy hitter and everyone began chanting, "Beast, Beast, Beast ..." over and over again.
Clyde took the first pitch for a ball, and the next pitch as a called strike. This action only increased the volume of the chant, "Beast, Beast, Beast ...." Allison leaned forward to ask Sandy Collins why Clyde Carver was called ‘Beast'. As if in response to the question and before Sandra could respond, Clyde smashed the next pitch, sending it over the fence with a monstrous arch, driving in the tying runs and scoring the winner with one mighty swing.
Sandy turned to Allison and said, "Does that answer it for you?"
Allison shrugged.
Sandy looked back at the celebration at home plate, and then returned her attention to Allison. "You and Derrick went to high school with Clyde, didn't you?"
Allison nodded, "Yes, but ...."
Sandy grinned and winked. "You know that he was called ‘Beast' back then."
"Yes, but ...."
"He was an all-state football player in high school, and went on to be all-conference in college. That was part of his mystique, but you need to ask your husband Derrick about the source of the nickname. That information would be better coming from him than from me."
Sandy got up and joined the other wives migrating to the field to cheer their mates' come-from-behind victory. Allison gathered up the last of her things and followed - the last wife to arrive on the field. She found Derrick and noted that he was sweaty and covered with dust. She put her arms around him, kissed him warmly and softly said, "I'm very proud of you."
Derrick grinned at her and patted her rump. "I enjoy making you proud," Derrick replied and kissed her tenderly again. Together they moved through the crowd exchanging congratulations with the various players. After a while they confronted Clyde Carver. Allison congratulated him on his impressive hit. She noticed his eyes roam her body and was mildly amused when he leered at her while expressing acknowledgement that she noticed his prowess. Still her body tingled in involuntary response to his eyes caressing her curves. She wondered at the sensation.
Later, as they drove home, Allison asked Derrick about Clyde's nickname.
Derrick chuckled, and responded with a question: "What on earth made you ask about his nickname?"
"I just wondered. It occurred to me when everyone was chanting "Beast, Beast, Beast .... I asked Sandra, but she wouldn't tell me. She said it would be better if I got that information from you."
"She's a coward," Derrick mumbled under his breath.
"But you're not," Allison responded. "You're going to tell me."
Again, Derrick chuckled. "You may not be prepared for the answer," he said. "What exactly did Sandy tell you?"
"She reminded me that he was all-state in high school, and all-conference in college. I drew the inference that his athleticism was the impetus for the nickname."
"It's a plausible explanation," Derrick responded. "But it doesn't explain the original reason for the nickname." Derrick paused and glanced over at his wife. "The nickname is descriptive of his equipment," Derrick explained in a low voice.
"His equipment?" Allison queried. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that he is extremely well-endowed. We noticed it in high school right away in the showers. His cock is beastly - it's enormous. A real pussy wrecker. And by the time we graduated, he had utilized that monster on an extraordinary number of our classmates. He's continued to service the women in our circle of friends since high school. He's a real beast in bed, and his reputation as a cocksman has achieved legendary status."
Allison's mouth gaped open in astonished disbelief. "I don't believe it," she said.
"You don't believe what?" Derrick retorted. "That his equipment is called ‘Beast' or that he's bedded most of your friends?"
Allison shook her head. "Both," she replied. "I can't believe that this has been going on since high school and I knew nothing about it. I also am suspicious that his ‘endowment' is an exaggeration."
Derrick laughed. "Oh, you are priceless. I assure you, sweetheart, his endowment is the real thing and is not an exaggeration. And you've always been ‘little miss straight and narrow' - no one would dare end your precious innocence and charming naivety. But you know, if you are honest with yourself and your memory of all our encounters with Clyde throughout the years, you know that Clyde has always been eager to bed you. You have always been considered the prize catch of our class, and he's been eager to know you carnally ever since he's known you."
Allison momentarily thought of several instances where Clyde propositioned her, often rather crudely. She had always dismissed those episodes and simply Clyde goofing off and never took them seriously. Now she wondered if he had really been serious. She returned her attention to Derrick who continued to provide her with information, "... and if you change your mind and decide you'd like to experience Clyde's beast, it's okay with me. I just want to be there to watch. I could set it up for you, if you like."
"What?!?" Allison exclaimed. "Why on earth would I want to do that? You are plenty enough for me. I don't need, or want, anyone else. How would you set me up anyway?"
Derrick glanced over at his wife as he turned into their neighborhood. "I don't know why you would want to do anything," Derrick answered. "You brought it up. If you are curious, I want you to have the freedom to satisfy your interest. I know that enough others have expressed a desire to have sex with you. Clyde is just one of a legion of admirers you have. Setting it up would be easy. I'd just tell Clyde you are interested. He'd take care of the rest."
"Well, don't say anything to him. I'm not interested." They rode the rest of the way in silence. Moments later, Derrick pulled into the driveway.
A Setup ... or Not Several days later following softball practice Derrick joined Clyde and several other teammates at Maxie's Tavern. There Derrick had an opportunity to talk with Clyde. "I don't know if there is any significance to this, but Allison asked about your nickname, ‘Beast'."
"Yeah?" Clyde took a draw on his beer. "What didja tell her?"
"I told her why you have that nickname."
"Hummph," Clyde acknowledged Derrick's response. "Does she want to see it?"
"I dunno. She declined my offer to set her up with you, but she's been curious about it. Apparently she talked with Sandy Collins too."
"That's interesting." Clyde took another sip of his beer. "Look, you know that I've been interested in miss fancy pants, Allison long before she married you. I've tried to get together with her for over a decade now, but she's always too good and pure to do stuff like that. What makes you think it'd be different now?"
Derrick shrugged. "I don't know that it would be different, but she's never asked before and she was deep in thought after I explained things to her. I doubt that she would do anything on her own, but thought you'd like to know she's been asking about you. It's what she's thinking about that would make the difference."
"You won't mind if I try, then?" Clyde looked intently at Derrick.
"Not at all. I even told her that I'd like to watch if she changes her mind."
Keith, Gene, and Jake chimed in. "Oh, yeah. We'd like to watch too. All of us have wanted to nail Allison. We'd love to see her get popped."
Clyde chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind and see if I can accommodate you." He turned to Derrick. "Are you planning on going over to the Duncan's after Saturday's game? Chris and Shannon are going to open their pool if the weather holds out. I may give Allison hotpants the old college try there. Then we'll see what she's been thinking about."
"We will be there," Derrick assured him. He was amused and titillated by his teammates' interest in watching his beauty queen wife get poked if Clyde got lucky with her. All of them had, of course, witnessed Clyde in action with one or more of their spouses anyway. But they seemed particularly interested in observing Allison in action, probably because she had such a pure and virginal reputation.
During the week, Derrick informed Allison that there would be a team party at the Duncan house after Saturday's game. He reminded her that they had a swimming pool.
"It's still too cold for swimming," Allison protested.
"Their pool is heated, and they have area heaters if it's too cool," Derrick responded. "Besides, there's always the Jacuzzi. Theirs is a great hot tub."
"What do we need to bring?" Allison asked.
"Just some snacks or finger foods. Maybe a pie if you want. Oh, and you should pick up soft drinks. There will be a keg of beer there, but I know you don't like beer."
"Thanks. I'll put something together."
Saturday morning Allison got up early and made breakfast: bacon and eggs, hash browns, toast, coffee, orange juice. She wanted her man to be prepared for his big game. They teased, enjoying each other's company in the kitchen while they ate. After breakfast, Allison cleared the table and started a dishwasher load while Derrick went back to the bedroom to gather his uniform and equipment to get ready for the game.
Allison joined her husband in the bedroom before he finished packing his equipment bag. She quickly shed her clothes and teasingly enticed him to join her in the shower. Derrick quickly glanced over at his naked wife, catching a glimpse of her dazzling smile and enchanting body with the cute little wiggle and the firm, pert, upturned breasts. He didn't need a second invitation. He disrobed in a flash and followed her into the bathroom before she had a chance to get the water warm.
They played together in the shower, soaping and rinsing, pinching and grasping, sucking and fucking until they turned off the water, toweled each other dry and returned to the bed to complete their slow, delicious, familiar, and effective love-making. When each had been satisfied, they clung to each other, basking in the afterglow of their passion.
As the morning lingered, Derrick finally disentangled himself from his hot little wife and completed his preparations for the game. Allison peeked from beneath satisfied, sleepy eyes, monitoring her husband's progress. She dozed some while he donned his uniform. When Derrick had completed everything, he picked up his equipment bag and hooked it over his shoulder. He returned his attention to his naked wife and noticed that she was slumbering. He admired her beauty and her trim figure. He noticed the evidence of their lovemaking that he left on her trimmed bush when he vacated her love channel. Momentarily he wondered why he was so anxious to see her with another man, but he couldn't deny the reaction in his groin when he simply thought about it. She was so desirable, yet unobtainable. That dichotomy made her conquest all the more exciting and wanted. Derrick found a light blanket and covered his wife. Almost as an afterthought, he snagged a half-used tube of KY Jelly in case it would come in handy later. He thought about kissing Allison, but decided not to take a chance on disturbing her. He went downstairs to wait for his ride to the game.
Allison stirred and cuddled up under the cover, purring with an afterglow of a satisfying coupling. She had enjoyed several small orgasms, missing out on the massive, volcanic eruptions she normally experienced, mainly due to the heated rush of their session. Allison felt satisfied, and comforted herself with the thought that this morning's episode was all about Derrick. Its purpose was to take any edge off of his anxiety level so he could play a reduced-stress game. They regularly made love like this prior to his athletic contests. Allison smilingly referred to these events as her contribution to the team. Still, if she was perfectly honest with herself, these sessions, while satisfactory, often left her a bit on edge until they could spend time together later making slow, delicious love.
She listened intently for the automobile horn to blow out front, signaling the arrival of Derrick's ride to the game. When she finally heard it, she got up, listened for the closing of the door downstairs, and then returned to the shower to rinse the residue of Derrick's efforts from her body.
Following her second shower, Allison quickly dressed in skimpy panties, some low-cut hip-huggers, and a pull-over crop-top tight blouse, without the benefit of a bra. While she was at it, she tossed her purple bikini in her duffel bag, along with a change of clothes and an oversized towel. She scrounged up a small zippered bag containing a modest supply of her cosmetics and some body lotion for protection in case the sun got too intense. When these tasks were complete, Allison bounded downstairs, tossed the duffel bag in the general direction of the door to the garage, and headed for the kitchen to complete her food preparations. She popped an apple pie and a cherry pie into the oven and went to work assembling chicken salad sandwiches, cutting them in quarters for quick and easy selection.
An hour later, Allison packed the van with her foodstuffs and duffel bag. She tried to maneuver the ice chest full of ice and soft drinks, but it was too heavy for her. She noticed one of the neighborhood boys riding his bike in the street and called out to him, asking him to help her load the heavy item. He complied with her request, admiring her trim figure, bare midriff, and exquisite beauty. She thanked him profusely; oblivious to the effect she had on him.
Allison headed to the park where the ball fields were located. When she located the Good Guys' game, it had started about 30 minutes earlier. She joined the other wives in the stands as they cheered for their men. Sandy Collins moved next to Allison and caught her up on the game status. It was the top of the third inning and the Good Guys were batting, leading by six runs. Derrick was on first, having just singled. Clyde Carver was at bat, basking in the "Beast, Beast, Beast ..." chant rising from the stands. He responded by whacking a monstrous home run scoring two more runs. Allison learned that it was his third in three at bats.
"Did you ask Derrick about the nickname?" Sandy asked.
"Yes," Allison responded.
"And what did you learn?" Sandy pressed her friend.
Allison hesitated, glancing at Sandy before returning her attention to the game in progress. "I learned that he's had the nickname since junior high school and he earned it for a physical characteristic instead of athletic prowess."
Sandy chuckled. "Well he has prowess as well, and that added to his reputation."
"What do you mean?" Allison responded.
"Not only is his equipment spectacular, he is skilled at using it."
Allison pondered that. "Sounds like you are evaluating from personal experience."
"That would be affirmative," Sandy replied. "I have enjoyed him many times over the years, as have all the other ladies in our team group."
Allison's eyes widened as she stared at her friend. "No way," she exclaimed. "I don't believe it."
Sandy smiled. "Yes, way. Believe it. We've all been amply satisfied by the Beast. You have no idea what you are missing."
Allison shook her head. "I don't need to know what I'm missing. I'm amply satisfied by my own Beast. He's all I need."
Sandy sat back dismissively and refocused her attention on the game. By this time, the Good Guys were back out in the field, leading by nine runs. Allison followed her example and watched the action on the field. Normally, she watched Derrick where ever he went, but this time she found herself concentrating on Clyde "the Beast" Carver as he played his position at first base. She noticed that he moved around with athletic grace and displayed confidence in his game. Allison was intrigued. Why would all the wives on the team hook up with this man? What would their husbands say or do if they found out?
Allison pondered her conversation with Sandy in wonderment while she turned her outward attention back to the action on the field. When the Good Guys took the field for the top of the fourth inning, they were ahead by 7 runs. Derrick was scheduled to be the fourth batter of the inning, followed by Clyde. There were two on and one out when Derrick came to bat. He hit a line drive just over the leaping first baseman. Two runs scored and Derrick ended up at second base with a double.
Allison riveted her attention on Clyde as he came up to the plate. He stood outside the batter's box for a moment, surveying the field and glaring intently at the pitcher. He took a couple of practice swings, and then stepped into the box. He took up a spread stance and tapped the plate with his bat. Allison was amused when he grabbed his crotch just before lifting the bat to his shoulder and preparing for the pitch. Clyde took the first pitch for a ball. Swinging his bat menacingly over the plate, he awaited the next pitch. The "Beast, Beast, Beast ..." chant reverberated across the field. He let the second pitch fall for a called strike.
A couple more pitches produced a 2 and 2 count. Clyde stepped out of the batter's box momentarily and glanced around the stands. Allison thought that his glance lingered in her direction longer than normal. Before she could grow uncomfortable, Clyde moved back into the box, adjusted his crotch again, and prepared for the next pitch.
Allison had a fleeting thought of the famous "Casey at the Bat" poem where mighty Casey struck out. As a smile creased her face the next pitch arrived. Clyde unleashed a powerful swing at the ball and connected, driving it deep over the centerfield fence where it landed near the top of a rise beyond the playing field. Youngsters scrambled after the sphere, eager to be the one who retrieved the prize.
The stands erupted in admiration. Cheers flooded the park as the spectators voiced their appreciation of another massive home run, the fourth in four trips to the plate in this game. Allison never took her eyes from the muscular athlete circling the bases. He did have a swagger about him. She thought she caught him glancing up at her just before he went into the dugout.
A short time later the game ended. The wives migrated to the field to join their husbands. Everyone reminded each other of the gathering at the Duncan's house. Derrick and Allison headed out to her minivan and on to the Duncan place. Derrick drove and talked about the game, various plays that he made and, of course, editorialized on the quartet of Clyde Carver monster home runs. Allison commented that she had seen the last two, and that they were very impressive.
It took less than 20 minutes to navigate the route to Chris and Shannon Duncan's house. As Derrick approached, one of the other vehicles pulled out of the driveway, giving Derrick a space for conveniently unloading the minivan. He pulled in and helped Allison with the food and duffel bags. Gene Hatcher came along and helped by grabbing the cooler full of ice and soft drinks. Allison went ahead of her entourage into the kitchen to direct the placement of the food items.
When she had successfully added her bounty to the accumulating food treasure, Allison wandered to the deck and observed the antics of the early arrivers while Derrick parked the van. Several people were already in the pool, playing and splashing. Others stood around in small groups, talking, laughing, and drinking. It didn't take long for the males congregated by the pool to notice Allison in the shadows. It did not surprise Allison that males there focused their attention on her. Over the years, she had become accustomed to that reaction. Sometimes it pleased her. Most other times she was ambivalent toward the occurrences. She actively and consciously worked at avoiding feeling arrogant or irritated when it happened. Instead she tried to simply accept it as part of her life. She stepped forward into the sunlight, slipped on fashionable sunglasses, and flashed a smile that dazzled and inspired both hope and desire among all the males who basked in her beauty.
Allison's hips swayed elegantly and enticingly as she glided toward the pool. Eyes followed her, focusing on her bare midriff. There was a lot of speculative guessing as to whether or not she was braless. She turned to walk beside the pool, exposing an adorable little wiggle to complement the seductive sway. Eyes remained glued to her tantalizing buttocks, trying to visualize the outline and panty lines of the undergarment beneath the tight fitting hip-huggers.
Donna Jordan and Jennifer Claypool called to her from the pool where they were cavorting with Hunter Smith and Sean Morris. They urged her to change into her swimwear and join them in the pool.
"How's the water?" Allison asked.
"Nice," Donna replied. "They turned on the heat a little to make it comfortable. Come on in."
Allison laughed. "Soon," she said as she turned to migrate back to the house. Male eyes followed her retreat all the way to the sliding patio door. As she reentered the house, Allison encountered Craig Phillips who opened the door for her. Allison smiled her gratitude and was amused to notice that Craig inspected her from head to foot and back again. He seemed to linger on her bare midriff and on her breasts. Craig was one of the older guys on the team. Allison felt that the attention from him was flattering, so she was not put off by his focus on her physique. She touched his arm lightly as she entered the door, saying "Thank you," as she did so. He quickly covered her hand with his own. Allison was surprised by an electric charge that emanated from the contact, circled her abdomen, and settled between her legs. What astonished her most was her body's reaction to such an innocent, casual touch.
Encounter
Allison retrieved her duffel bag and found Shannon Duncan talking with Sandy Collins. "Is there a place where I could change into my swimwear?" Allison asked.
"Of course," Shannon responded. "Sandy will show you where."
"Follow me," Sandy responded and turned to navigate through the crowd to the stairs. Allison followed her up the stairs and down the hallway to a bedroom overlooking the pool area. Sandy pointed out the adjoining bathroom and mentioned that the entrance from the hallway was blocked, so it was private to the bedroom. This was designated as the women's changing area and was sufficiently remote to ensure privacy. Sandy prattled on about the arrangements and the food setup downstairs, finally wandering over to join Allison gazing out the window at their friends cavorting in the pool. Sandy was aware that there was a conspiracy afoot to seduce Allison during this team event. Sandy, like the other wives in the group, had participated in a variety of encounters with different husbands in the group. None of them, however, had bedded Derrick, at least while he was married to Allison. One of the rules they played by was that they could only bed another husband from the group if their husband was free to bed the other wife. Since Allison didn't participate in any extramarital activities like that, none of the wives would share their favors with Derrick. Several wanted to, and so they were willing to keep quiet about the alleged plot to seduce Allison, feeling that her conquest might ultimately free Derrick's restriction and make him available to them.
The two women continued watching the aquatic activities below. "Looks like everyone's having fun," Allison commented.
Sandy nodded and murmured her ascent. She was thinking, ‘And you will have a lot more fun if you just relax, cut loose, and get with the program.' She turned to watch her friend slip the crop top over her head, revealing her magnificent breasts. Allison tossed the top over on the bed, and before Sandy could react, Allison hooked her hip-huggers and panties and slid them down her long, elegant legs. She stepped out of the garments and kicked them over on the bed beside the top. Sandy's eyes scanned the nearly perfect naked body standing nearby. Instantly she thought, ‘Every male in the place would do almost anything to be where I am right now and be able to see what I'm seeing. She is gorgeous.' Sandy took two quick steps to stand in front of Allison and lifted her hands to cover the fabulous breasts exposed so pertly.
Allison's body reacted electrically, responding just like during the brief touch she experienced with Craig Phillips coming back in the house from the pool area. Her nipples hardened immediately, signaling that they liked the contact. A thrill shot through Allison's body, down to her hips and around to between her legs. Allison felt a quivering in her thighs and knees. She sucked in her breath in wonderment. In all their years as friends, going back to high school, neither Allison nor Sandy had ever initiated any kind of intimate contact before. Allison panted and opened her mouth to ask what was going on.
"Shush," Sandy said quickly, putting a finger over Allison's lips.
Allison responded by grasping Sandy's hand, kissing the fingers at her lips and restoring the hand to her bare breast. She pressed her body hard against her friend and held Sandy's hands in place on her breasts. She leaned her face close to Sandy's ear and, breathing heavily, she whispered, "I don't want to know ... and I don't want this to go any further. Not now." She kissed Sandy's ear, slipping a little tongue into her ear to tease and titillate her. When that was done, she deftly twisted out of the embrace and retrieved her purple bikini. Allison returned to the window with her garment in hand. She eased into the halter, and then pulled the bottoms up her legs. She rapidly rubbed the cloth covering her sex, eliciting a responsive thrill. Simultaneously, her eyes riveted on Clyde Carver, who had appeared pool-side and joined in the frivolity. Allison reluctantly admitted to herself that Clyde was definitely eye-candy. He had powerful shoulders, a massive chest, ripped six-pack abs, muscular arms, and tree-trunk legs.
Sandy glanced down at the scene below and realized Allison was watching Clyde. "He's quite a hunk, isn't he?" Sandy commented.
"That he is," Allison agreed. Her mind was flashing through the memories of Derrick's wish that she would have sex with Clyde, the lingering unfulfilled anticipation of her morning love-making session with her husband, the sight of Clyde hammering out home-runs and cavalierly trotting around the bases, the recognition that the others were watching her as she walked around the pool area, the reaction of her body to a simple touch by Craig Phillips, and Sandy's intimate encounter moments ago. Involuntarily, her body shivered with excitement as the reminiscences danced within her head. She momentarily wondered at the cause of her body's reaction, turned, grabbed her terrycloth robe and a towel, and headed out of the room.
When Allison emerged from the house into the back yard pool area, she was greeted with a cacophony of shouts, laughter, and conversations. She circled the pool searching for a lounge chair to claim. Allison achieved her objective and tossed her towel on the chair to stake her claim. She deposited her soft drink into the cup holder in the arm of the chair. Allison turned her attention to the splashing and frolicking in the pool. Ginny Keaton and Karla Wallace called out to her, encouraging her to come into the pool. About that time, Clyde demonstrated his strength by launching Donna Jordan from the shallow end of the pool into the deep end, creating a huge splash and accompanying mayhem in the process. Donna emerged laughing and shrieking with delight at the play.
Again voices called out, encouraging Allison to jump in the pool, get wet, and join the fun and games. Allison tossed her robe on the lounge chair she had claimed and closed the distance to pool side where she dove in toward the deep end. Immediately she noticed that the water temperature was comfortable, if a little cool. When she surfaced, Allison headed for the nearest side of the pool. As she arrived poolside, she noticed Jennifer Claypool and Jack Wallace huddled nearby. Allison noticed that Jack appeared to have a hand underneath Jennifer's bikini top, caressing a breast. Allison looked around for Jack's wife, Karla, and found her playing with Clyde near the shallow end of the pool, seemingly oblivious to her husband's amorous attention to Jennifer. And Jake Claypool was participating is a discussion with several others across the yard and likewise was paying no attention to his wife and the caresses she received. Allison felt a little uncomfortable as she returned her attention to the nearby couple. By now, both of Jack's hands were beneath the garment. Jennifer gazed in Allison's general direction, parting her lips and uttering low moans of obvious enjoyment. Jennifer's posterior nestled up against Jack's body. He seemed to be grinding his lower torso against her.
Allison floated away from the side of the pool, toward the other side, embarrassed at what she had observed, but her body tingled a bit from the realization of the illicit activity going on right in front of her. About half-way across the pool, Allison's floating sequence was interrupted by an encounter with the large, muscular mass that was Clyde "the Beast" Carver. She started to thrash about, attempting to regain her equilibrium. Clyde scooped her out of the water effortlessly, stabilizing her and holding her reassuringly tight. Allison rested a hand on his shoulder and smiled gratefully at him. "Thanks," Allison said quickly.
"No problem," Clyde responded in his gravelly voice. "I'm glad you joined us here in the pool, pretty lady."
Allison flashed her most charming and winsome smile. "It looked like everyone was having fun," she replied.
"Oh, yeah," Clyde retorted. He took a step toward the shallow end. "Go ahead and relax," he commanded. "I've got you." He twisted her slightly so she would float on her back. Allison felt his hand in the center of her back, offering reassuring support. She relaxed and allowed her body to float at the surface, enjoying the touch of his hand on her back. Clyde's eyes roamed the entire length of her body. Allison felt his gaze boring down on her. The realization that he was inspecting her body titillated her and generated a pleasing sensation within her body. "You are one beautiful woman," Clyde commented.
Allison grinned enchantingly and straightened up as they reached poolside. "Thank you, kind sir. That is always nice to hear," she responded. With her back to the edge of the pool, she spread her arms and gripped the edge. They were near the shallow end, but not quite there. When she stood up, the water came up to her chest, just below her breasts, and gave them the appearance of floating in the water. Clyde noticed right away and moved toward her. Allison became aware that his gaze was upon her breasts.
Clyde move deftly in front of her and reached out, gripping her trim waist, trapping her against the concrete side of the pool. Allison's initial instinct was to struggle to get free from the muscle-bound behemoth, but she quickly concluded that action would be futile, so she simply leaned back against the hard concrete side of the pool. Clyde moved closer and leaned in as if to kiss her. Allison turned her head at the last instant and Clyde's lips came into contact with her neck, then her ear. He nibbled on both, eliciting a tingling response from Allison's body and a satisfying gasp from her lips. Emboldened, Clyde pressed his lower torso against hers, trapping his emerging erection against her body.
Allison felt the protruding lump pressing against her. She couldn't retreat, because her back was already against concrete. She had felt this type of stimulation before, usually when slow dancing. This lump did seem unusually large to her, but she attributed that to the fact that not much cloth separated the object from her skin.
Clyde eased his hands up Allison's torso until he encountered her breasts. There he skillfully and shrewdly slipped each hand under the cloth cupping her sensitive mounds. In the process, the top slipped upwards, over each breast and settled about Allison's neck. Allison gasped in surprise and started to wiggle. In the process she unintentionally spread her legs beneath the water. Her face turned to protest which allowed his lips to capture hers in an open-mouthed kiss of passion and desire. Clyde's bulge continued swelling. He pressed it more prominently against her and managed to adjust her location so he was squarely between her wide-spread legs and pressing insistently into her valley.
"Uh, uh," Allison gasped as she grasped his wrist with her left hand, intending to remove him from her breast. Instead, Clyde released his hold on her left breast and manipulated her hand down between their groins where his erection was expanding massively. Again, it was not her intention to grasp that mass of meat, but that's exactly what she did. Her surprise at its bulk and size distracted her from her struggles. Clyde's left hand continued manipulating her right breast, teasing and tormenting the nipple in such a manner as to send chills throughout her body. With Allison firmly grasping his phallus, Clyde released his grip on her wrist and shoved his swimwear half-way down his thighs. Now Allison held him, flesh on flesh and her fist would not completely encircle his girth. She wanted to look, to verify this phenomenon with her eyes, but his kiss prevented her from visualizing his member as their tongues fenced.
Allison placed her right hand on Clyde's chest and pushed. She gained leverage from the concrete wall behind her and from the fact that Clyde was immersed in water and therefore was easier to move. That action broke off the kiss, but Allison did not turn loose of Clyde's member, which she still gripped with her left hand. Aware that her breasts were exposed, she looked around to see who was observing this encounter. To her astonishment, she discovered they were alone in the pool and no one else was outside in the back yard area. Where had everyone gone, she wondered?
Clyde looked down at her exposed breasts. "Magnificent," he stated in simple admiration.
Clyde's comment brought Allison's attention back to her predicament. She glanced down at her hand wrapped around Clyde's manhood and was stunned at the enormity of the part. She noted her wedding band and diamond ring and reminded herself that the only other male organ she had ever grasped was her husband, Derrick's. That thought caused her to want to turn loose of Clyde's cock, but she didn't. Instead, she focused on the phallus and stated, "So that's the ‘beast'!" As she said that, she released her grasp on it and pushed Clyde another step toward the shallow end.
"Yep, that's what they call it," Clyde said with a smug pride. He stood straight up in the water, which came almost to his waist. His member rose out of the water and throbbed above the surface.
Allison's eyes widened as she scrutinized his equipment. She looked around verifying that no one was there. "Where is everybody?" she asked.
"It's just you and me, beautiful," Clyde responded. "Everyone else has gone inside, probably to eat." In fact, they had all gathered in the room adjacent to the pool and were just beyond the one-way mirrored glass watching the attempt to seduce Allison.
Clyde took a step backward toward the shallow end while Allison floated away from the side, settling in front of the muscular torso. She was several feet further out toward the deep end and floated so only her head was above the water's surface. Her eyes focused on the ‘Beast' and she realized that her head was eye level to Clyde's monstrosity. Allison noted that the fully erect cock took a distinctive curve to Clyde's left, almost like it was broken. She also observed that it was large, even massive, and thick with veins. ‘Beast' certainly seemed like an appropriate designation for that freakish giant. It was ugly, even monstrous, and the thought flashed through her head wondering how something that formidable could possibly fit inside her. She shuddered, but felt an enticing twinge between her legs.
Clyde reached out to pull her toward him, gripping her head and guiding it toward his groin.
Allison resisted, placing her hands high on his thighs and pushing back against him. "N-no, no. We can't do this. I'm married. My husband wouldn't like this."
Clyde tossed back his head, laughing. "Nonsense," he protested. "Derrick is the one who told me I could do this ... should do this with you. He wants this to happen."
Allison looked wide-eyed at Clyde, and immediately recognized the truth of his words. Derrick did want this to happen, and he wanted to watch. She ceased resisting and allowed Clyde to pull her face to within inches of his giant erection. Allison stared at the aberration, hesitating only a short while. Clyde released his grip on her head. She clasped both hands around the long, thick appendage, and guided it into her mouth.
Inside the room where all the observers watched, there were gasps, expressions of encouragement, and high-fives shared all around. No one really expected that to happen, but all were excited when it did.
Allison stretched her lips around the enormous tube, flicking her tongue around its bulbous head. Soon the protrusion flattened her tongue and banged against the roof of her mouth. As she lowered her head onto the prodigious stake, it quickly filled her oral cavity and nudged against her throat, gagging her as it blocked air passages. Allison coughed and lifted her head from the Beast. "My, my, that is huge," she commented when she recovered. She stood up and her bare breasts emerged from the water. Allison reached up and slipped the top to her bikini over her head, and then tossed it onto the walkway beside the pool.
Clyde reached out with his left arm, grasping Allison's right breast. He pinched her left nipple with his right hand while he spun her around and seated her on the steps leading out of the shallow end of the pool. He straddled her, aiming the Beast at her head. One leg was in water up to the knee, while the other rested on a step where the water barely covered his ankle.
Allison licked her lips and clutched the Beast with both hands. She ran her tongue the length of the shaft, tracing the bulging veins in the process. Through half-closed eyes, she inspected it up close and personal. She tugged on it with one hand and used the other to cup and fondle the huge ball sac. She contemplated that those two gigantic testicles would produce an immense volume of man-juice. She teased his ball-sac with her tongue, and then returned up the length of the appendage, taking the head back into her mouth, but taking care to avoid gagging. She applied pressure with her lips and created suction.
Clyde moaned and gasped his approval. "Oh, yeah," he said over and over. "You're good. You are great. Oh, yes, suck it. Oh, oh, oh." His legs buckled and quivered. His buttocks shimmied. His breathing grew labored. Clyde reached out to stroke her breasts and tweak her nipples in an attempt to distract himself from Allison's effective oral performance. Allison bobbed her head back and forth on the giant sausage and was rewarded with a taste of pre-cum leakage from the one-eyed monster's slit. Both Clyde and Allison recognized that an eruption of man-juice was imminent. Clyde shifted. He didn't want to lose it so soon. He truly wanted to fuck this elusive beauty. Yet he was intrigued that she was coming so close to sucking seed from him. Others had tried and few were successful. He usually maintained control.
Clyde wiggled free and moved Allison slightly before settling his chest between her legs. Then he scooted down so his face was at her crotch. He toyed with the cloth covering her sex, teasing the sensitive valley with his fingers. Then he looped a finger under the cloth right at the crotch, and pulled the covering to the side, exposing Allison's moist, pink, neatly trimmed pussy. Immediately Clyde thrust his tongue into her smoldering love box, encountering the labia folds and the hooded clitoris.
Electricity surged through Allison's body and she jolted, wrapping her legs around Clyde's neck. She shrieked and gasped, her eyes widened and her mouth formed an "O" as she oohed, and aahed in response to his sudden tongue lashing. She looked around and, once again, saw that nobody was there. Then she reached down and clasped Clyde's head, holding him tightly against her tormented pussy. Only Derrick had ever done that to her before. And no other man besides Derrick and her gynecologist had ever seen her prized pussy until now. A mini orgasm began to form in her entrails. Recognizing the signs that it was coming greatly surprised Allison, since no one but Derrick had ever produced that response in her.
When the explosion within her occurred, she screamed, and thrashed about in the water, kicking her heels into Clyde's back while she churned the water and animated her lower torso, nearly smothering the head that was bringing her such sudden and unexpected enjoyment. Clyde maintained his stability and continued producing screams and cries of passion and satisfaction from the beauty writhing beneath his tongue.
In the room behind the glass the observers noted Allison's legs waggling and rhythmically pounding her heels into Clyde's back. The observers did not have the best vantage point to see the tactile contact of Clyde's tongue in Allison's snatch, but they could easily conclude what transpired. They also could not gain full view of Allison's thrashing response, or the telling look on her face as the orgasm exploded within her. They could not hear her passionate outbursts. They concluded that it was very likely that Clyde was going to drill Allison this very afternoon. They wondered how long it would be before they could participate in drilling Allison. They were all in agreement that they wanted to witness the consummation. They asked Derrick how he felt about it.
"I'm okay," he said.
Shannon Duncan, the hostess, moved next to Derrick. She rubbed her hand over the bump in the front of his pants. "Yes, I'd say that Derrick's okay," she confirmed. Amid chuckles, the group returned their attention to the action in the pool. There were a few comments about Allison's breasts.
Back in the pool, Clyde lifted his face from Allison's delectable pussy. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," Allison panted her reply. "You do that so well."
"I'm glad you approve," Clyde retorted. "You are so hot. It's easy to want to ring your chimes. You are delicious, so very delicious. And I want more of you."
Allison thought, ‘I'll bet you do,' but didn't verbalize the thought. Instead she asked, "Is it true that you've bedded all the wives here?"
Clyde backed away from his position between her legs. Allison brought her legs together. "It is true," he said softly. "But you are clearly the prize. You are the beauty that everyone wants." Clyde reached up her legs until his hand came into contact with her bikini bottoms. He slipped a couple of fingers under the cloth at the crotch, and then tugged, pulling the garment halfway down her thighs.
Allison gasped and shifted her body, an action which actually enabled Clyde to pull it further down her legs to just below the knees. Allison sighed at the seeming inevitability of her predicament. It was at that instant that she shifted her expectation from resistance to acceptance. She lifted her legs out of the garment, one at a time. Clyde confiscated the purple cloth, held it up for all to see, and then tossed it in the general direction of where Allison had tossed the top moments earlier.
Allison waved her legs in the water, alternately spreading them and bringing them together. Clyde timed her activity and slipped between her legs while they were spread. He took hold of the Beast and aimed it at Allison's smoldering snatch. He rubbed it against her valley, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure and anticipation from her. She wiggled her hips and gripped the Beast, bringing its head to rest at her vagina.
Clyde raised his eyebrows and looked at Allison. "So, you want it? You want it now?"
Allison nodded. "Yes," she hissed. "I want it now. Are you going to give it to me?"
Clyde leaned in toward her and pushed the Beast into her, penetrating just the length of the cockhead. He noticed the resistance, and when she screamed, he withdrew to keep from hurting her. "Let me sit here and you climb on top. That way you can control how much you take. Go slow. It takes a little time to adjust, especially the first time."
Allison nodded and bit her lower lip while Clyde sat beside her on the steps in the shallow end and rolled her over on top of his muscular body. She spread her legs and, once again, gripped the Beast. She settled over that monster stake and brought it back into alignment with her love canal. She eased herself down on it, sucking in air as penetration began. Allison stopped to allow her receptacle to adjust to the incredible bulk pressing into the entrance.
Gasps and high-pitched shrieks escaped from Allison as she pressed her body down on the pike, taking several more inches of the Beast into her love chamber. Allison's juices were flowing, which aided the penetration by lubricating her channel. She felt packed, stretched, and full. She raised her hips and dropped them again, taking a little more of the Beast.
Behind the glass, someone commented, "She's fucking him! My gosh! It's happening! She's fucking him!" Murmurs of assent and agreement echoed the observation.
Allison raised her hips once again and dropped her lower torso down, absorbing even more of the Beast. This time, she braced herself to stabilize her balance and look down at their joining. To her amazement, only about half of the enormous bulk had penetrated and was residing inside her. She groaned, sucked in air, and pushed her hips down, taking several more inches. The bend in his instrument was now within her. She felt her insides being displaced. It was a magnificent feeling of fulfillment. She shifted her vision to look at Clyde's face.
Clyde was a mask of determination. He rigidly held himself in control so Allison could absorb what she could without fear or too much discomfort. His eyes were riveted on her beautiful face. "You are so damn gorgeous," he commented when he saw her watching him. He wiggled his hips slightly, producing tremors within her.
Allison shuddered in response to his movement. She gasped and uttered a guttural sound as she slammed her body down in three short bursts of effort. "Uh, uh, uh," she said in cadence with her exertion. Those three pushes engulfed the Beast completely and smashed her groin against his. Allison moaned softly and leaned forward. Clyde raised his upper body to meet her half way. Their combined action rubbed her clit against his hard lower abdomen setting off explosions emanating from that already tender region. A powerful orgasm shook Allison's body, accompanied by screams of delight and satisfaction. She wiggled and thrashed in the water as unbridled pleasure and passion erupted within the beauty. Allison repeatedly smashed her body into his, gasping and panting the whole time while simultaneously prolonging the pleasurable sensation she enjoyed.
Wave after wave of orgasmic gratification swept through Allison's body. As the upheaval ebbed, Allison leaned her body forward, resting her breasts against Clyde's mighty chest. "Okay, okay," Allison softly spoke into Clyde's ear. "I've taken all of you, every millimeter that you have. You've effectively displaced my insides and packed me completely. Now I want you to take over and fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me fast. Fuck me furiously. Fuck me seriously."
Allison's soft words in his ear were like music to Clyde. For over a decade he had wanted to hear Allison say that to him. Now, here he was, planted deep inside her and she was asking him to do the very thing he wanted to do. Clyde encircled Allison with his powerful arms, holding her tightly against his torso. Allison felt a warm feeling flooding her body. Clyde's hands dropped to grip her ass. He held her against him and surged his body into hers, stirring with his stick. His lips found hers and they engaged in a passionate kiss. The kiss lingered, and Clyde shifted his hands from Allison's hips to her waist. Aided by the buoyancy of the water, it took very little effort on Clyde's part to lift Allison off his body, breaking their physical connection and evacuating her love canal in the process.
"No, no," Allison hissed. "I wanted you to fuck me, not abandon me."
"Hang in there, my Beauty," Clyde replied as he guided her over to the side of the pool. "Hold on there." He pointed to the edge. "I don't want to drown you in the process."
Allison grabbed the edge of the pool with her left hand and used the right to steady herself at the edge of the shallow-end steps. Clyde relocated his hands to her hips and moved between her legs. Allison spread wide in the water. Clyde stood up. The Beast was out of the water and waving majestically above the surface. Clyde lifted Allison's buttocks and brought the Beast into contact with Allison's valley. Since it was still aiming skyward, the thickness merely pressed against the satiny folds of her labia and separated the mons pubis. Allison reached down to grip the Beast and guide it into alignment with her manhole. She wiggled her bottom to settle the probe. Mini thrusts seated the Beast at the aperture.
Clyde shoved the Beast into Allison, taking care not to go too fast yet. Allison uttered a high-pitched shriek, and moaned approvingly as the Beast sank deeper and deeper into her. Once she was completely impaled on his probe, Clyde began methodically rocking back and forth, in and out, of the beauty. His steady see-saw motion was accompanied by Allison repeatedly vocalizing approval, "Yes, yes, yes, oh, oh, oh yes. Yeah, oh, uh, unh, unh, oh ga..., oh yes. Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, oh yes, keep fucking me. Harder. Faster. Oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes." Her cries were in syncopation with Clyde's thrusts.
Allison's breasts rippled in rhythm with Clyde's pounding. Unfortunately, her head kept bumping into the concrete side at the same pace as their love-making activity. Before long, the water was washing up over her body, then over her face. Finally she had to stand up to keep from inhaling pool water. Of course, when Allison stood up, she broke the connection and left the Beast waggling ominously in the air. Allison coughed, spitting out water that had made it into her mouth.
As she recovered from her brush with the down-side of swimming, or making love in the swimming pool, she glanced around and realized that some of the party participants had rejoined them. Most were naked, or nearly so. She noticed that Jack Wallace and Jennifer Claypool were copulating vigorously on a nearby lounge chair, seemingly oblivious to everyone else around them. Allison comprehended that everyone had undoubtedly witnessed her with Clyde. For just an instant she felt a sense of shame and humiliation. She dispelled that feeling by reaching for and grasping the Beast and using that action to pull Clyde toward her so she could lower her face to suck the Beast one more time.
Her recognition of the situation wherein nearly all her friends were naked or getting that way and several were already mating with someone other than their spouse also helped to evaporate any discomfiture over being caught with Clyde's beastly cock up her twat. As she worked her oral magic on the Beast, Allison accepted the situation and perceived that another person had approached behind her. She started to turn her head, but Clyde held her so her mouth remained on the Beast. "Don't stop," he commanded. Allison dutifully returned to energetically sucking that colossal instrument, continuing even when she felt hands grip her lower waist. Simultaneously, she felt an erection pressing against her buttocks. Soon it was probing, looking for her love hole. Allison shifted slightly to help with the alignment and was rewarded with a stiff one invading her. She moaned softly around Clyde's Beast.
Allison had no idea who was fucking her now, but she enjoyed the sensation of a cock in her pussy and a cock in her throat. She didn't have a lot of experience to allow for comparisons, but she immediately knew that the cock in her pussy was nowhere near the size of the Beast at her throat. She tried squeezing her pussy muscles to help generate more friction for the instrument pounding her there. She noted that her buttocks were out of the water, as was the Beast. Her tits were undulating with each thrust, with about half of each breast in the pool stirring the water. Allison recognized a stiffening and a series of gasps reminiscent of some of Derrick's lovemaking when he was about to shoot off. Then Allison felt the tube in her twat launch man-seed into her. She was a little surprised that her mystery lover had managed to get his rocks off, and so soon. She had no idea of how desirable she was and how seriously these guys had fantasized about fucking her.
A male body unsteadily moved up on her left to stand near Clyde. Allison saw that the cock attached to the man was at half-mast. She reached out for it and discovered it had a slimy feeling, covered with juices - hers and his. She glanced up and found that the body belonged to Craig Phillips, with whom she had exchanged an electric moment earlier as she entered the house to change. She'd always liked Craig. He was a little older than the others, had a great sense of humor, and treated her with respect. Allison was pleased that his was the third cock to enter her. She pulled him closer to her and proceeded to lick his cock clean, tasting the combination of his sperm mixed with her juices. She held on to Clyde's Beast with her right hand while she worked on Craig. Meanwhile, another stiff prick lined up behind her. Hands grasped her hips and the probe penetrated. Hands played with each breast. Allison could not determine if the hands belonged to any of the men whose cocks she was accommodating. She glanced around and noticed she was surrounded by naked men with erections.
Allison correctly assessed that she would be in for a long afternoon of heavy pounding unless she did something to stop it. As the phallus pumping in and out of her continued its action to the inevitable conclusion of spurting more love juice within her, she determined that she would take more for now and see how things resolved themselves later. She presumed that Derrick would at some point step in and put an end to this frolicking.
So when the fourth cock to enter her finished depositing its load into her, Allison was not surprised when another took its place. None of them had the size or bulk of the Beast, but all made their presence felt. Allison regarded highly their efforts and found that she treasured their passion and performance. She surprised herself with her voracious sexual appetite. She enjoyed everything she was getting and wanted more. That sentiment amazed her. She found herself hoping that Derrick wouldn't end this activity too soon. She began moaning and murmuring, asking for more.
Allison's current lover gripped her hips and plunged into her, driving his manhood as far into her as he could get. Allison felt him stiffen and spurt his love juice into her, joining the ooze of sperm that had previously been deposited. She gasped and heard gasping and panting behind her. As soon as the cock vacated her cavern, Allison stood up and looked around, taking in the scene of naked males surrounding her. Most were fully erect, ready for action and awaiting their turn at her. Three others besides Craig's were at various stages of drooping and displayed evidence of having stirred Allison's gushy womb.
Allison determined that the most recent incursion into her came from Jack Wallace, Karla's husband, who had apparently left his encounter with Jennifer Claypool to come fuck Allison. Jack's member was still stiff and hanging about half-way from a full erection and was covered with love juices. Jennifer's husband Jake stood nearby, his erection nearly dissipated. His pride was hanging, pointing toward the water. He had a sheepish grin on his face, like the cat that ate the canary. Allison correctly assumed that he had finished just before Jack invaded her. Matt Schwartz was climbing out of the pool. His erection was completely gone and his cock had been cleaned. Allison surmised that he had preceded Jake and Jack. He looked pretty proud of himself. He glanced back at the beauty in the pool when he stood up beside the pool. He sucked in his gut when he noticed that Allison was eyeing him.
Allison turned her attention to the naked men surrounding her. She splashed some water at her pussy to rinse some of the excess semen oozing out. While accomplishing that task, Allison noticed that Doug Collins, Sandy's husband, was nearest to her, practically in front of her, with his erection standing bright, tall, and eager. ‘Awkward,' thought Allison. After all, Sandy was a close friend. She couldn't let Doug do her. That would complicate things. Sandy would never forgive her. Allison didn't know that Sandy had sent her husband out to get in line before things got too crowded. Then Sandy had grabbed Derrick and led him to a nearby room to reenact things they did together back in high school. While Doug was patiently waiting for an opportunity to nail Allison, Sandy's legs were spread and Derrick was pumping away into her.
Allison felt the need to diffuse the situation facing her so she wouldn't have to explain to Sandy why she let Sandy's husband Doug fuck her. Doug moved directly in front of Allison and looked deeply into the beauty's eyes. A smile creased his face, not leering, but eager, showing anticipation. Allison reached down and grabbed Doug's erection. She didn't know what else to do. The thought that flashed through her mind was that, at least, she could control where that instrument went if she had a grip on it. Of course, Doug immediately misinterpreted Allison's intentions. He was excited that she was fondling his manhood. He responded by reaching out with each hand and covering a breast, tweaking the nipples and massaging the sensitive mammary glands. Allison's eyes widened as she involuntarily gasped in response to a decadent thrill that surged through her body as she enjoyed Doug's caress. She shivered and sucked in air through her teeth. Allison stepped back, intending to put some distance between herself and Doug, but he moved with her. Besides, she neglected to release his cock, so he was definitely going to follow.
One more step back and Allison bumped into another male torso. She knew this because of the protrusion that pressed into the right cheek of her buttocks. Another pair of arms encircled her and she looked over her shoulder to see Connie Morris' husband, Sean. Now she was trapped between two viral males, each sporting an eager hard-on that they were anxious to slip into Allison. She patted Sean's arms and leaned forward toward Doug. Sean released her, but stayed crowded behind her. Allison's breasts came in contact with Doug's chest as she whispered softly in his ear, "Please, Doug, we can't do this."
Doug had the good sense to keep his voice subdued, and responded just barely above a whisper, "Do what?" His arms encircled Allison, holding her tightly against his body. He winked and nodded at Sean, grateful that Sean had blocked Allison's retreat.
Allison felt a little exasperated that she had lost control of the situation, but she still did not release Doug's phallus. In fact, she began moving her hand, manipulating the skin of the rigid tube. She leaned back toward Doug's ear and whispered, "We can't make love out here in front of everybody. What would Sandy say?"
Doug dropped his left hand to Allison's right buttocks cheek and pulled her solidly against him, trapping her hand and his cock between their torsos. "Sandy won't say anything," Doug responded softly. "She sent me out here to you and went off looking for Derrick. Right now, I'd bet she has her sweet legs wrapped around him. Wouldn't you rather have me right now than some of these other animals?"
Allison tipped her head slightly and almost imperceptibly shrugged her shoulders. She had always felt comfortable with Doug, but mainly because he was Sandy's husband. She never thought of him sexually, but yeah, she would prefer him to some of the others hanging around, guys that she didn't know very well. Allison lifted her right leg, resting her thigh just above Doug's hip bone. Doug gripped her ass-cheek to provide her with support, lowering his right hand to do the same with her left buttocks. Allison raised her left leg to rest that thigh just above Doug's other hip bone. She wrapped her free hand tightly around Doug's neck, raised her torso slightly, and guided Doug's member into her fiery love hole. She slammed her body against his fervently, absorbing most of his stake with the initial thrust. Allison locked her legs behind Doug's back and let him propel his tube into her. Immediately he was rocking in and out, stirring up the water which slapped against Allison's hamstrings.
Allison felt a body move in closer behind her and realized that Sean had returned. She felt his chest against her back, steading her against Doug's powerful onslaught. Allison relaxed and enjoyed the comfort of being encased by two warm, firm, masculine bodies. She felt Sean's rigid member settling between her ass-cheeks, a wildly erotic sensation. Doug continued pumping his piston into her. She whimpered and groaned, enjoying the onslaught. Allison rested her chin on Doug's shoulder and looked at a couple copulating on a lounge chair beside the pool. Allison recognized Clyde's muscle bound body nestled between a pair of spread-out legs. She watched intently and finally recognized Susan Hatcher as the female enjoying the Beast. A twinge of jealousy flitted through Allison's mind as she contemplated the pleasure the Beast had brought her. All the while, Doug steadily pumped his piston into her, causing her body to react with a threat of orgasm.
Allison noticed that Clyde glanced at her. She acknowledged him by pointing an index finger at him and mouthing, "I want you to fuck me," to him, pointing her finger to herself when she mouthed ‘me'. Clyde nodded, but didn't change his pace of pounding Susan. Nor did Doug relent from his exuberant incursion pace into Allison.
Allison felt a tingling beginning deep inside her. At the same time that she noticed the tingling starting, Sean encircled her body with his right arm and then travelled from beneath her breasts down toward her valley which was being plundered by Doug. Sean wiggled his fingers down to the crest of her valley, to the pleasure nub, Allison's suddenly sensitive clitoris. Simultaneously as he flicked that tender morsel, with his left hand, Sean moved along Allison's left ass-cheek, searching for the valley between her buttocks muscles. Sean lubricated a finger with the fluids that Doug and Allison were generating and slipped the digit into her sphincter, as far as the first knuckle.
Allison's body exploded in an unexpected blast of pure pleasure. She gasped, shrieked, and animated her torso, propelled by Doug's pillaging pike. At the same time, she didn't want Sean messing with her asshole, so she gasped, "No, yes, no," and slapped at his hand in an attempt to dislodge him from his invasion of her backdoor. Her third attempted slap came very close to Sean's family jewels. Naturally that got his attention and he backed away from her. His invading finger followed him in retreat as did the hand applying pleasurable pressure to her clit.
An enjoyable tingling sensation remained where Sean's finger abandoned Allison's backdoor. This sensation contributed to the waves of pleasure rippling through Allison's body. Allison attributed the sensational enjoyment to Doug's active penetration still possessing her canal. She continued to ride that firm stake, rubbing her breasts against his chest in the process. The tactile sensation was spectacular. Allison leaned back and looked into Doug's eyes. She found them somewhat glazed over as he enjoyed the velvety tightness of her love canal. Allison was overpowered with an amazing sensation rippling through her body. She felt loving gratitude to the lover who was producing those responses in her highly-charged body. She leaned in and planted a passionate kiss on his lips, moaning her approval of his efforts. Her body was plastered tightly against his and her legs wrapped firmly around his torso.
At that instant, Sean charged forward, gripping his member aiming for Allison's exposed sphincter. His connection with her puckered orifice was serendipitously timed, coinciding with the brilliantly exciting eruption permeating her body. The crown of his cock penetrated her and contributed to the wild crescendo animating and thrilling the beauty. Her eyes flew open as she realized she had been penetrated, but the pleasure was too exhilarating to resist. Her lips remained locked on Doug's and a deep-seated shriek rattled her throat.
Allison tensed, then relaxed just in time for Sean to shove his probe several inches deeper into her rectum. The stimulation of the unexpected double penetration electrified her body and produced exotic quivers and repetitive whimpers. This condition of having a cock in her pussy and one in her ass was unthinkable to her until it occurred. She was horrified that it had happened, but was powerless to stop it. Her body's reaction was so incredibly intense that she couldn't imagine stopping it now. Doug rocked in and out of her, encountering the pressure of Sean's cock in the process. Sean countered by initiating a withdrawal. Allison squealed and wiggled before going limp and motionless. She was rewarded when Sean resumed his invasion and Doug joined plowing into her.
Allison gasped and rolled her head, dragging her long hair over Doug's shoulders and face. She moaned as she enjoyed more sensational aftershocks generated by the two pleasure sticks stirring within her. Another astonishing, phenomenal, mind-blowing orgasm germinated within her and unleashed a torrent of pleasure, curling her toes. Gasps, whimpers, and shrieks escaped from her lips as she struggled to maintain some semblance of decorum, at least as much as she could with two studs plunging their cocks into her.
Doug sucked air into his lungs. Allison felt him stiffen and swell within her. He gasped and drove his probe as deep within her as he could go, then exploded, unleashing a torrent of his man-juice inside her. Allison was gratified at the surge and impressed with the volume that he pumped into her. She groaned and whimpered her approval.
Sean recognized Doug's reaction and that knowledge ignited his libido. Soon he was gasping and lurching. He hadn't penetrated as deeply as Doug, but the impending explosion was building just the same. Allison whimpered. Sean pulled out just before launching his seed so that it landed in pearly strings across her buttocks and up her back. Allison wheeled around and grabbed the spurting tube, squeezing it to help enhance Sean's pleasure. She was rewarded with additional ejaculations hitting her arm and abdomen. Allison encircled Sean with her free arm, pulling his torso against hers.
"Thank you," Allison whispered in his ear as she kissed him on the cheek and neck. She hesitated a short while before continuing, explaining, "I'm not all that comfortable with or fond of anal, especially when ejaculation occurs. This, however, was exceptional, and I'm grateful that you withdrew before spurting your love juice in me. That was very considerate of you."
Sean put his arms around the beauty to hold her bare skin against his. "Does that mean we can do this again?" he asked.
Allison tongued his earlobe. "If you mean anal, that's doubtful, but we'll see if we can put it where it belongs sometime."
That possibility intrigued Sean, causing his manhood to stiffen in reaction and anticipation. Allison felt his member twitch and she retained her grip on it. Sean turned his face toward her and found her lips. They kissed tenderly and engaged their tongues. Allison stroked his stiffening erection, cleansing it in the water while rinsing some of his milky residue from her own body. Her bare breasts were plastered against Sean's chest and her rigid nipples made an impression into his skin. A low, guttural, throaty sound of pleasure escaped from Sean's lips.
Allison broke off the kiss and whispered in Sean's ear, "Stay with me. Help me get out of the pool and gather my things before someone else grabs me. I think I've had enough for now."
Sean was disappointed that it was ending, but delighted that she asked him for the help. He held up his hand toward the entourage gathering behind her. "That's all, folks. She's had enough and is going inside."
The group groaned and moaned their disappointment. Allison was surprised to hear the chorus of regret behind her. She continued clinging to Sean, but shifted her body to view the sources of the protests. It astonished her to realize that over half of the team was there, some of them jockeying for position to enjoy seconds. Defensively she grasped Sean's left arm and eased behind him for protection. Her breasts brushed against that arm, and her right boob pressed against his back. Sean's arm hung down in front of her body and, in a fortunate happenstance, his hand propitiously poised in front of her sex-pot. He was able to brush his fingers through her neatly trimmed bush.
Although the contact was beneath the surface of the water, Sean was able to find her lush valley and tease her sensitive clit evoking exciting chills within Allison's turbulent body. She struggled to stay in place and not react so the guys crowding around her would notice. Allison put her cheek against Sean's shoulder and nipped his upper arm. He halted his efforts to stimulate her pussy, and just provided cover for that delightful body part. They emerged from the pool, scaling the steps in the shallow end.
Allison gratefully accepted a towel from one of her suitors. "Thank you," she whispered to Sean, and set about retrieving her suit and the things she left behind on the chair. When that task was completed, she headed for the back door, carrying all her possessions. She remained naked, but the towel and her stuff partially concealed her breasts and her pussy. Her delightful, delectable, and delicious posterior was available for all to admire without any obstructions.
Allison paused at the back door - a double-wide, sliding glass door. Sean reached around her and tugged the door open. Allison stepped through, encountering the cool air of the air conditioning. A lot of eyes, mostly male, were focused on her. She noticed that right away and made a supreme effort not to feel self-conscious. After all, she reasoned, most of the other people there were naked, or so near naked as to not make much difference. She realized that she drew extra attention because this was the first time any of them would have ever seen her nude. Allison felt that she should be embarrassed at her nudity, but for some reason, she was not. She glanced around at her friends; all in various stages of undress themselves. Several of them were engaged in either foreplay or were copulating. She surmised that the gathering had blossomed into a full-fledged orgy. And she had been an active participant. That thought amazed her. It was nothing she would have planned to do or even have contemplated being part of. But her erect nipples and the pleasant buzz between her legs verified that her participation had been satisfactory, gratifying, even rewarding.
Allison knew her life had changed, and that she would never be a one-man woman again. She discovered that she really liked sex and wanted a lot of it. She would be as active as she could be with as many partners as she found available. She loved Derrick and was willing to share him with the wives of her lovers. Yes, she was looking forward to many more happy sexual adventures, thus earning her status as ‘slut wife'.
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