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No Holes Barred
It was raining and windy outside our split-level rock veneer house, but Wayne and I were so cozy inside we couldn't be bothered. And Wayne (he's my ball and chain) certainly wasn't weary. Right now, I doubted if he knew what the weather outside was like. You see we were smack in the middle of one of these mate-swapping parties. We didn't even notice the moaning of the wind. Wayne's noble brain was too crowded with thoughts of ecstatic screwing.All our club members were present and accounted for. The seals of two large bottles of Old Crow had been broken. In fact, we had partaken liberally of the old bird's juice. He hadn't squawked as we passed him from hand to hand, but gurgled happily as he was tilted. He didn't even fuss when I gave a taste of his juice to Prince, my snow-white French poodle.Our six married couples were naked as nudist nuts. Some of them were yawning and stretching beneath the warm air vents in our living room ceiling. To hell with the wind outside! It was moaning around the eaves and rustling the vines covering the north wall of our house. We'd been too busy fucking all around to notice.We were all employed in the same local insurance office. Besides Wayne and me, there was Chuck and Judy Karnes, Jack and Lissa Gil-ham, Jerry and Irma Mobbs, Ron and Edie Wyatt and Fritz and Fern Cox. This Fritz was a real tall stud with an outsize cock that even chippies hated to take.Who arranged this thrilling screwing orgy? We gals, of course. I could tell Wayne was a bit peeved, at first, thinking about a strange joy-prong and balls hovering over his private fucking field. He'd said other husbands felt the same way. But when the idea of five new "cuts" of tantalizing pussy entered their one-track minds, their desires apparently overrode their jealousy.The men paired off as we girls told them. Being the hostess, I got first choice. The other girls flipped coins for the next five partners. I got Chuck, Judy drew Wayne, Lissa got Jerry, Irma got Ron, Edie got Fritz and Fern drew Jack."When you get right down to it," Wayne had told me, "where's the stud who can stand idly by and watch some other bozo screwing his wife? I-I thought I could," he added, stammering, "but damned if I didn't chicken out."But right now he was no chicken. He took Judy upstairs to our bedroom. I heard the door close and the lock click.WAYNE"Why'd you lock the door, Wayne?" Judy asked me, grinning."So's Pet won't hear us when we get our jollies.""But she'll be screaming, too, when Chuck gets his big thing deep in her pussy."I blew out my breath. "Maybe so, but I still don't want to hear it."Judy laughed and started tickling my balls with her petal-soft fingers. Then she knelt before me and fondled my whacker. "You beautiful thing," she murmured. "Jesus, how I love a big joyprong!" She worked the foreskin back and forth gently, then kissed the throbbing knob and held it against her velvety cheek. "Wayne, honey," she cooed, "let's just forget everybody but you and me. Okay?""Deal," I agreed, cupping her dazzling titties.The wind was still moaning about the eaves, but the bedroom was warm and comfortable. Let the wind howl! I switched off the overhead light and turned on the ruby night light. It made everything seem more romantic and enticing.Judy was a rather big gal, a clerk in our office. All these married chicks were working. They declared they didn't want to sit at home, impatiently waiting for their men to arrive with stiff, throbbing pricks. Judy had large, tantalizing titties and sharply curving hips. Her dark brown eyes were big and lustrous. They widened as she gazed at me. Her long black hair cascaded to her shapely shoulders. Sometimes she'd have to brush it aside to clear her vision. The alluring triangle of pubic hair, jealously trying to hide her enchanting pussy, was dark and curly. Her shapely thighs were white and clear as snow on a mountain top-no ugly hair or prominent veins, just unadulterated, captivating female flesh."What's on your mind, big man?" she asked, cupping my cheeks in her hands."This," I said, reaching out and pulling her close.For a few moments we hugged and kissed, then fell across the bed together. Judy wriggled beneath me and spread her gorgeous thighs. Her dimpled knees were pointing at the Milky Way.Her exquisite titties served as white gateposts. My balls were jerking, almost pulling up out of sight.I thought of Pet again. Did that long, skinny Chuck already have his big tool in her? Of course! Don't be a fool, fellow. Don't let him outdo you.I put my lips to Judy's luscious thighs and tongued upward toward her rather large clit."Wayne, baby," she gasped, "that-that's killing me, but-keep it up. I want to die happy. Jesus, it-it's good, good..."I certainly didn't want her to die; she was much too alluring for that. So I kept it up until she lifted her head and jerked mine to hers. She kissed my lips fiercely and lingeringly, thrusting her sweet tongue against mine and spanking it. She was hot as a kid's Fourth of July firecracker. But she had nothing on me. She started drawing on my tongue, pulling so hard I feared she might ruin it for other purposes. She was moaning and writhing like a wild woman from Borneo. I growled and shook my head. She pulled back and clamped down on my lower lip with her even white teeth. I mumbled and winced, tasted blood. It was painful, but strangely thrilling. I'd never felt anything just like it. An odd chilly thrill raced down my belly to my balls and made them tingle. My jock, hard as a railroad-track spike, was rubbing Judy's quivering belly. I felt her fingers groping for it. They closed around it, squeezed hard, then tickled it just under the head. I pushed her hands away. I didn't want to give her hands a paste job. I wanted to wait for the real thing."Hold off a minute, Judy," I said. "Let's get hot first, really crave it.""I-I am ready, honey. Please-please don't tease me. I'm crazy for it-now."I grasped my jock and rubbed the knob against her hardened clit. She writhed and moaned, kissed me fiercely."Please, Wayne, now ... now..." she pleaded. "Let me have it. Jesus, it-it's big and hard."I gave her all of it in three savage thrusts. She yelped. I guess I should have pitied her, but she'd asked for it. When I started to withdraw for a breather, she came up like a volcano. She grabbed my buttocks in a fierce grasp, jerked me hard against her. Just then I hoped a rhino would come along and plant a huge foot on my ass. Judy's voluptuous pelvis started a furious motion, shoving hard against mine. Faster and faster she thrust until I pinned her down."Whoa, baby!" I exclaimed. "You want it to be all over in fifteen seconds? Slow down!""Sorry, honey," she murmured. "It-it's so wonderful, I just can't take it easy."I saw it was no use. Besides, that old devil desire had his fork prodding my ass. I clutched Judy's alluring bottom and we resumed a wild thrusting until I almost passed out from sheer ecstasy. Judy was holding me so tight I had to fight for breath. Suddenly something broke loose in my balls and tingled its thrilling course toward the head of my prick.Judy sensed the imminent explosion. She started moaning and writhing. "Fuck me, big man, fuck me! I-I-it's about to happen. Faster, faster! Oh ... oh ... it's wonderful, honey. Now ... now..."Well, it was wonderful to me, too, but I need a stronger word to describe the thrill. The bells rang, the firecrackers exploded and the rockets flashed before my eyes, as Judy and I climaxed together.Gasping for breath, muscles relaxing, we lay there fondling each other and murmuring sweet words. It had been a real, rough, thrilling fuck! We were damp with sweat. I pulled my jock out. It was limber as the neck of a gone gander.In a minute we got up and went downstairs to join the others. What was happening there gave me a mild shock. I'll tell you all about it later.PETULIAI suppose I'd better tell you something about little old me, or you'll probably think I'm some sort of freak, a screwing freak, that is-say something like a mink?But it wasn't always that way. I was born in Oklahoma and was called a "Sooner." I guess that was fitting, since I entered this mixed-up old world "sooner" than expected. Fact is, I heard from a gabby old aunt that I was really an accident. My father's rubber busted and he dumped an old, rusty load into my poor little mother when she wasn't expecting it. But I did have a good home, growing up. Mom was very religious going to mass every weekday and twice on Sunday. I was kept in the dark about matters of sex. Mom fairly worshipped our fat old priest like he was God, and I fully expected him to show up one day with a pair of wings.I was eighteen before my titties began to swell and I learned that my cute little pussy hadn't been put there just to make me squat when I had to do number one. Rather accidentally, I rubbed it and discovered it felt good, really good, different from rubbing my cheek. Somehow this made me think about boys and wonder how they were hooked up below their belly buttons. Oh, I'd heard things from other girls but I'd never once seen a boy's waterworks. Dad kept his hidden, even when I once saw him coming out of the bathroom. He had a towel draped around his middle. I think he'd have dropped dead if I'd seen his "generation equipment."Boys began to pester me for dates. They told me how pretty I was and all such, and begged me to park in lonely places or go swimming in a bikini. Of course, they all tried to get into my pants, but I kept my legs crossed, shielding my tight little pussy. Strangely enough, I really wanted to let them screw me, but I was scared I might get knocked up and Dad .would kill me.My parents had told me that my virginity was a precious thing, not to be disturbed until my wedding night. My little cherry was ripe and red, aching to be picked, but I kept my hand over it when the boy's fingers started creeping up my thighs. Parental cautioning had convinced me that if I allowed a boy to make out with me, oldSatan would jab his fork into me and drag me down to his den.This unhappy state of affairs lasted until I met Wayne Keener during my last year in high school. We dated and he didn't try to make out with me at first. I felt a bit disappointed when he kept taking me to movies and dances. Then one night I was surprised and tickled when he parked on a lonely road about ten miles south of town.For a couple of minutes we just sat there, just looking at each other in the bright moonlight, then I giggled and said, "Wayne, you suppose there's an astronaut up there, spying on us?""Baby," he said, "if there is, his eyes are going to bug out."I didn't balk when he started hugging and kissing me. I'd determined to go all the way, say goodbye to my little cherry. It was overripe for the picking. I kissed Wayne right back, hard and long. I couldn't help moaning and squirming. I clutched his right hand and worked it down between my thighs. I'd purposely worn no panties. My crotch felt dewy and my, titties tight and hot, the nipple getting big and stiff.I was excited and a little scared, too. If I let him screw me it would hurt like sin, wouldn't it? But so what? I'd been told it would be wonderful after that. In other words, it would feel swell after it quit hurting!All at once Wayne's hands seemed to be all over me, and I thought he must have a dozen. I felt his hot drawing lips close over one of my nipples and I darn near browned off. Needless to say, I'd been rubbing my little clit for quite a while, so his fondling my pussy seemed natural.He started fooling with his pants zipper and in a minute guided my hand to his joyprong. I clutched it and felt cold chills racing up and down my spine."Play with it, Pet," he coaxed. "Make it get big and hard.""It-it's already that way, honey," I stammered.That front seat suddenly got very crowded, as Wayne tried to get me positioned to make out. He seemed to know I was aching for him. He pulled my buttocks around till I was half astride him, one leg cocked into the warm air. Then he started to get his big stiff thing past the curls bordering my pussy."Oh, honey, that hurts," I moaned, while pulling him closer."I-I'll be very easy, baby; it won't hurt long."And it didn't. In a couple of minutes it felt so terribly good I wouldn't have minded if it had fouled up my belly button.He got it all the way in, finally, and it felt marvelous. I wanted to laugh and cry, all at the same time. He started moving his hips, plunging his big thing in and out. He was fondling my clit with his fingers, masturbating me at the same time. He was smart enough, though, to keep from creaming off till he was ready, then he let go and we went through those portals of paradise together...I felt his hot cream spurting deeply inside my pussy and I darn near went around the bend from the ecstatic thrills racing all the way from my buttocks to my brow. My sensations were doubled as he kept biting my boobies in sharp nips.We lay there, relaxing and murmuring endearing little phrases that seem to come so naturally after sexual ecstasy. Somehow, I didn't feel ashamed. I knew Wayne was for me, now and for all time. I felt frightfully happy. If my belly started swelling in a few months, that was all right, too! I'd been sublimely and ravishingly screwed, and I wanted Wayne to do it again and again. We'd get married and live happily ever after.WAYNETo get off on the right foot, I'd better tell you I'm a Hawkeye, born and reared in Ioway, as some folks call it. I haven't got hawk eyes, it's true, but I do have 20-20 vision that can spot a fresh piece of pussy a mile distant. The corn grows like weeds in our Hawkeye State, where I've seen stalks over twenty feet tall at the State Fair.I lived on an acreage while I was growing up and watching my insignificant pecker come to life. It should-if exercise was any help. The older boys liked to kid me, saying that if I jacked off, a little black hair would grow in the palm of my right hand. (They knew I was rights handed!) I'd flush, and the back of my neck would burn; but every time I went to the privy to skin my peter back, I'd sneak a good look. Nuts. They were all wet. Not a hair in sight!I don't suppose I should have "whipped my dog," but I've since learned that nearly all young boys do. My dad seemed to be a strait-laced old guy who thought it was a mortal sin to lay a finger on your jock unless you used it for a waterspout-or so he led me to believe. Later, I got my eyes opened about him.Really, I should have grown up to be a dummy, so far as the female sex is concerned. I knew they had a slit instead of a worm like mine, and they had to squat to pee. When I discovered that little slit was a future joys pot, my ears stuck out and my nostrils flared.I didn't mind going to school, and my female teachers gave me mostly A's and B's. But old Prof Robinson didn't go for me. He said I rated C's and D's and an occasional F. I think he was a trifle jealous. Anyway, he was always trying to screw my youngest teacher, but she wasn't having any. The old baldheaded bastard had "stair step" kids all over his home front and an old lady who appeared fucked to a frazzle!My dad was a common track laborer for the railroad. His ass was always dragging when he came home from work. My mother was a hot little woman who enjoyed her lays. How do I know? Dad and she would go upstairs to their big bedroom on the south side of the house. She'd peep into my bedroom to make sure I was asleep-but I wasn't. I'd sneak up the stairs, keeping close to the walls so they wouldn't squeak, then stick my ear to the door panel and listen. I was a stinker, no fooling."Just once, Aaron," Ma would beg him. "I'll do the work. I-I need you, honey. Please!""I-I'll try, Lena," he'd murmur, "but my old butt is mighty low.""I-I'm crazy for you, dear. Please, Aaron, I-I'll do all the work."Work? Since when has screwing been work? But that's what she said. I didn't try to see anything through the keyhole, because I knew Mom's bedroom was dark as a flock of crows. But .my imagination was running riot. Mom would be on top of Dad, fondling his big prick, working the foreskin back and forth, kissing its big knob and licking it underneath. Then she'd lift it up and press it against her soft cheek. You know I really got a little jealous of Dad's big joyprong. I sometimes felt that Mom loved it better than me! And it was a sight to behold. I'd sneak a look at it every chance I got. Sometimes he'd go behind the barn to take a leak and I could see him from the haymow. That cock of his, even when limber, would lie on his broad hand with nearly three inches hanging over."Boy," I'd mutter to myself. "I hope I'll grow one like that."Perhaps, because of my father's warning, I didn't start chasing pussy till I was past eighteen. Then, apparently to make up for lost time, my balls started tingling and my jock jerking every time a shapely female met or passed me. I harangued Dad for the family heap till he finally let me have it to take a cutie for a ride.Somehow I'd absorbed the notion that all single gals hated sex. To screw one, you'd have to strong-arm her. But I was wrong as a guy driving against traffic on a one-way street. There was this Nadine S., a cute little number, living with her grandparents south of town. Her dad and mom had been blotted out in a head-on train crash a few years back when she was only eighteen.One warm, romantic night, with the round moon full of astronaut shadows, I wangled a date with her. The gentle southeast breeze was sighing across a nearby blooming alfalfa field, sweetening the air. Night birds were darting around overhead, trilling mating calls. It was a supreme night for love and pussy.I'd learned all the best parking spots from my pal, Burton Snitzler. We called him "Burr" because he was big and strong and tough. It was easy for me to locate his favorite necking nook on a dirt road a few miles south of town. Nadine and I parked there and gazed up at the bright moon.She didn't balk when I started hugging and kissing her. She kissed me right back, moaning and writhing. I was a bit surprised, though, when she grabbed my right hand and worked it down between her enticing bare thighs. No pantyhose! My cock nearly went into convulsions, damn near ruining the zipper on my fly. I used my left hand to unzip it, to keep my whacker from rubbing the skin off the knob. Nadine's silky fingers closed around it, gently fondling, then moving down to tickle my balls.Country gal? Yeah man, in a big way. None of your city broads could have outdone her. Country females, I thought, were just as horny as any who pounded the pavements and lunched at automats.Behind his big paw, Burr had told me the grapevine had it that Nadine was on the make, but so far she'd shied away from him. "She's hot, all right," he said. "Maybe you can fuck her. I think she's scared of my big prick."I resented the insinuation that my jock wasn't king size, but I kept mom.Now the moon, directly overhead, showed me Nadine's face in detail, but it didn't bring out the beautiful auburn in her long hair, cascading over both shoulders. I was trying to root between her alluring boobies, and my nose caught the delightful fragrance of her skin. This baby was clean and fresh as morning dew on a rocky peak."Wayne, boy," she cooed, "chew my nipples. Bite them! Make the blood come."I flinched a bit, but tongued them, came down with my teeth.She yelped, then muttered, "Do it some more, honey. I-I don't care if it does hurt. It-it thrills me all the way to my toes."Her titties were small, exquisite mounds of gorgeous female, petal soft, with nipples like miniature strawberries. I kept tonguing and biting them. She continued to fondle my jock and cup my balls, stopping only to pull up her white miniskirt. I gasped, looking at her pretty pussy, clearly visible in the moonlight. The triangle of pubic hair, jealously trying to conceal it, was luxuriant and curly. Was it auburn, too? I couldn't be sure.I had my slacks at half-mast. When Nadine spread her voluptuous thighs, I plopped between them like a falling log. The front seat of our family heap wasn't large, and my legs seemed too long. I didn't want to leave footprints on the dashboard upside down. Cramped or not, it was Utopia to me. I guess I'd have broken a leg if-I had to, and felt no pain-I was that hot. The knob of my jerking cock was spreading the hair of Nadine's luscious pussy. I almost gave her a paste job before I could spread the twitching lips of her passion pit. I started humping and pumping like a horny hound, mounting a hot bitch-with about as much success."Wayne, Wayne!" Nadine muttered, "not so crazy! Hold on." She clutched the knob of my jock. "Now, boy, give it to me slow and easy. I don't want you coming ahead of me."Slow and easy? like hell! When the head of my prick jammed into Nadine's hot, grasping pussy, I went off my nut. No mother's son with two tingling balls and a jerking cock can hold back after the knob goes in. I started pumping like a grandfather jackrabbit on a virgin doe, and jammed home until I felt my bag hit Nadine's ravishing buttocks."Oh, oh!" she yelped. 'That hurts. That thing of yours is hard as nails. Now take it easy."My mind must have been working in reverse. She might as well have told a whirlwind to stop whirling. I was nutty as a fruitcake filled with peanuts. I hadn't made more than half a dozen savage thrusts before my jock started spurting cream. I bawled like a newborn calf separated from its mother. The thrill was so violent I feared I was going to faint, but somehow I survived. When my jock stopped its spasmodic throbbing and squirting, I lay atop Nadine, fighting for breath. My heart was beating a tattoo against my ribs. I was trembling like a poodle crapping bone slivers."You-you cheated me!" Nadine cried. "You-you-Don't you know I like to come, too?""I-I'm sorry, baby. I just couldn't wait."She slapped my naked ass. "Now you stay put. That thing of yours will get hard, and you better not cheat on me again!"I said nothing. I felt like the kid who'd crapped in bed. He couldn't think of what to say, either! So I kept mom and lay there between Nadine's petal-soft thighs, hugging and kissing her like a long-lost lover. She reached down, cupped my balls and jiggled them. That produced an immediate effect. My pecker started tingling and hardening, and in a couple of minutes I gave her a savage thrust."Good, honey," she cooed. "Good! Now do me hard and fast. Get your mind on something else so you won't shoot off too soon."What else? No chance, with your cock exploring a warm, grasping pussy and a beautiful red-haired gal matching your thrusts. But I'd do my damnedest.Ye gods, I was about to explode again! Desperately, I tried to think about some words I always had a tough time spelling, but the word "pussy" kept flashing before my tightly closed eyes. Then I heard Nadine whimpering and she started jerking her head wildly. She was about to get her jollies.